Lauren stood at the terminal window, waiting for Ryan to exit the plane. She tried to remember every detail of him before: his blond, disheveled hair; blue laughing eyes; big smileβ¦She trailed on, lost in thought until a man tapped her lightly on the shoulder. She turned around quickly in shock.
"Ryan!" she cried, hugging her brother tightly.
Ryan stumbled backwards, feigning a loss of breath. Lauren laughed and hugged him tighter. Finally, she let go of him, standing back to take in his view. Yep, this was the same Ryan. He had come home from his first year at Harvard to help her celebrate her 18th birthday. She was so excited about her "mystery present" that he had mentioned on the phone the day before. All the way through the baggage claim and the car ride home, she tried to guess what her gift was. Just as they pulled up at the house, she sighed, "I give up. I guess I'll just have to wait until tomorrow." She then flounced inside, sashaying her ass the whole way.
Ryan, still seated in the car, let out a breath of relief. He had been planning this present for her for years. He must have been twelve when he first noticed how lovely she was, but he hadn't thought of her as a sexual object until they were in high school. At first, he had just chalked it up to hormones, but he had recently accepted the fact that he had a thing for his sister. He was in love with everything about her. Her legs, her breasts, her ass⦠He shook himself out of his reverie and dragged his luggage into the house, up the stairs, and into his room. Ryan decided that unpacking was out of the question. He was only staying for the weekend. After all, finals were a few weeks away and it was not a good time to be missing his classes.
Later on, Lauren poked her head through his doorway and said in her giggling voice, "Hey Rye, wanna go swimming with me later? The water finally hit 85. "
Ryan laughed at his sister. She was so scared of cold water. He pulled on his trunks and went to meet her downstairs. He had just opened the back door when he gasped. There she was, massaging her legs with tanning oil in the smallest swimsuit he had ever seen. And he lived across the street from a sorority! Lauren's suit was made of white mesh with quarter sized polka dots that conveniently covered her nipples and the top of her pussy. When she stood up to say hi, he noticed that the bottom wasn't even a thongβ¦it was a g-string. He felt a familiar tingle in his loins and decided that now was the perfect time to sprint to the pool. He dove in, barely concealing his hard-on.
Lauren, taking his hint, jumped in right after Ryan. She wasted no time in starting a tickle fight which caused much splashing and laughing on both parts. Ryan was glad things were still the same at home, well, except for his incestuous lustβ¦
He decided to play the "evil big brother" role, and started to snap the back of Lauren's top, hoping the clasp would snap off. Lauren turned around, winked, and said, "Oh, is that bothering you?" in her oh-so-innocent voice. She unhooked her triangle-top and tossed it out of the pool. Ryan's eyes almost bugged out of his head. Thank God mom and dad aren't home, he thought. His little sister's 34C and very perky tits were staring at him in the face. He gasped and stared. Lauren just smiled and tried to continue the tickle war, but Ryan couldn't concentrate on anything except for the melons bobbing in front of him.