The semester was finally over, and as a reward for all our hard work and great grades at college, our parents were sending my sister and I on a trip to the mountains for a week of rest and relaxation. They had booked us a private cabin at the lake, had a rental car waiting for us, and given us each five hundred dollars and a round trip plane ticket. So, with our bags all packed for a week of fun, our parents drove us to the airport, kissed us good-bye, and wished us a great week.
Pammy and I found our seats on the jet and settled in for the three-hour fight. We were both excited and looking forward to our well deserved vacation. Pammy, who is nineteen and a year younger than me, is studying nursing and I am majoring in computer engineering. Our studies and courses are rough, so we were planning on taking full advantage of our summer off. Pammy and I sat down and buckled up our seat belts. Soon enough, the plane began to roll and we were off. Pammy and I mostly talked excitedly about what we planned to do in the coming week while looking through the resort brochures featuring all the highlights of the town, the surrounding areas, and the resort itself. The flight seemed to be over in no time, and soon we were landing.
Once inside the terminal, I walked beside my younger sister to the baggage claim area, then to the rental car booth. I noticed the usual stares that Pammy gets whenever she goes out. It wasnât surprising, my sister is an absolute knock out. I get my own share of looks from the ladies as well, being a former high-school athlete I am tall and have a pretty good build, but itâs nothing compared to the number of guys who ogle my sister. Sheâs a 5â8â, long-legged beauty, with a rich mane of flowing auburn hair, jade-green eyes, golden-brown, flawless skin, and a body that would make any red-blooded American male drool. Her 36c breasts are firm and full, her 23â waist is tight and flat, and her 34â hips are gently curved. Sheâs hot and knows it, and she likes to dress to show-off her best assets (which are everything) without looking trashy. Weâve always been very close, and Iâve taken it upon myself to be her protector, though Iâve gotten use to the stares. From an on-lookerâs standpoint, it wouldnât surprise me if some people thought she was a big-time model and I her bodyguard.
We picked up our rental car, which turned out to be a Jeep Cherokee, and headed out to the parking lot, leaving an attendant on the sidewalk watching our bags until I drove around to pick them up. With map in hand, Pammy and I set out for the mountain resort.
It took us about an hour and a half to reach it, as we stopped for groceries on the way. We parked outside the office and went in to find out what cabin had been reserved for us. The clerk gave us our keys and directions to our cabin. Ten minutes later, we were walking into a beautiful log cabin, complete with stone fireplace and a view of the lake.
âJesse, look!â Pammy said. âOur own little private beach.â
She was right, there was a line of thick pine trees running down from each side of the cabin to the lake, and sandwiched between them was about thirty feet of sand, forming a little beach. The cabin had two bedrooms, bathroom, kitchen, a dining area, and a large living room. I told Pammy to decide which bedroom she wanted while I brought in the bags and groceries. We went into our rooms to unpack. I finished first and was in the kitchen, putting away the groceries, when Pammy came out.
âJesse, canât that wait?â she asked. âLetâs go down to our beach and soak up some rays.â
I turned around to say something and nearly dropped the bottle of ketchup I was holding. Pammy was standing by the sliding glass doors leading to the lake. She had a beach towel in one hand and was wearing what had to be the tiniest bikini known to man. I tried to speak, but couldnât manage to get any words out. And, I found my dick getting hard inside my jeans, something that had never happened before. Like I said before, weâve always been close, and Iâve seen her plenty of times in bikinis, but seeing her there nearly nude like thatâŠ.. I think I was seeing her, for the first time, as a woman and not my sister. Still, my reaction startled me. Finally, I found my voice.
âUmmm, you go ahead and Iâll join you in a minute,â I told her, all the while giving thanks I was behind a counter where she couldnât see the obvious bulge in my jeans.
âOk, but donât be too long,â she said with a sweet smile.
I watched as she turned and went out the door. I moved to the kitchen window to be able to watch her walking away from me as she headed down to the water, and was mesmerized by the sway of her perfect ass as she strolled across the lawn. My cock was threatening to break the zipper of my jeans. I turned to finish putting away the groceries, trying to take my mind off what had happened to me. But the image of my gorgeous sister was permanently burned into my memory. I knew I couldnât go walking down there in just a pair of gym shorts, my condition would be too obvious. It was one of the drawbacks of having an eight-inch cock. So, I decided to go into the bathroom to jerk off, hoping it would alleviate the problem. Just as I was about to head that way, I heard the sliding glass doors open and saw Pammy walk back in.
âDarn,â she said with a frown on her gorgeous face.
âWhatâs wrong?â I asked, still standing behind the kitchen counter.
âClouds moving in, blocking the sun. I think itâs going to rain,â she pouted. âThink Iâll take a shower and wash this oil off. What do you want to do tonight? Shall we go out to eat or stay in?â
âItâs up to you,â I said.
âWell, the brochure says thereâs a nightclub at the main complex. How about we have dinner in the restaurant and then drinks and dancing? Itâs Saturday night, letâs party,â she said.
âSounds good to me,â I told her. âYou go and take your shower first. Iâll take one after you, and weâll go out and party tonight.â
âWoooohooo!!â Pammy screamed, then laughed and bounced off to the bathroom.
Somehow, in the hour and fifteen minutes Pammy was in the bathroom showering, and doing her hair and make-up, I managed to quiet my erection by watching some television. I was sitting on the couch in the living room when Pammy came out of the bathroom, wearing just a wet towel, and entered the room.
âThe bathroom is all yours, bro. Donât worry, I left you some hot water.â She giggled and trotted away to her room.
I felt a stir in my crotch once again, but squelched it and got up to take my shower. Standing there under the hot, then cold water, I asked myself what was happening to me. Was I going to lose my self-control every time I looked at my own sister? This was suppose to be a week of relaxation for me, but it was going to turn into a very long, uncomfortable week if I didnât get control of myself. I was just going to have to get hold of myself and put it out of my head. Thatâs all there was to it.
I wrapped a towel around my waist and walked to my room to get dressed. I put on a pair of khakis, a button down shirt, and loafers. When I went out to the living room, I passed by Pammyâs door and noticed it was still closed. I didnât see her around anywhere, so I sat down on the couch and proceeded to roll a joint. Just as I had finished, I heard her bedroom door open and Pammy walked into the room. She looked stunning in a black, clingy, halter-top dress with an ultra-short hemline and black heels. When she sat down on the soft couch beside me, her dress nearly rode up to her hips.
âWhatcha got there, bro?â she coyly asked.
I lit the joint, took a long, hard hit on it, and passed it to her. I was hoping the grass would keep me calm. By the time we finished the joint, it was almost seven oâclock, so we decided to walk to the main house to have dinner.
The main complex of the resort consisted of four buildings; the office, the restaurant, the nightclub, and a video rental store. Pammy received the usual stares when we entered the dining room, following the hostess to our table. The place was busy, but we were seated right away. The service and food were both excellent. Pammy and I enjoyed our meal and a couple of drinks, then decided to go across the complex to the nightclub. We found a table and sat down and were soon ordering more drinks. There was a live band playing in the club, and they were very good. Pammy got me up on the dance floor and we danced to a couple of fast songs. Then, the band began playing a slow song. I started to head back to our table when I felt Pammyâs hand on my arm.
âDonât go, dance this song with me,â she said. I hesitated a moment, but she coaxed me on and I finally gave in. Pammy threw both arms around my neck while I placed my hands on her hips as we danced. But soon, we were holding each other closer than I would have imagined. I could feel her breasts on my chest and our hips pressing against each other. I couldnât help myself, and at the constant pressure, my dick once again began to harden. There was no hiding it. I knew Pammy could feel it against her but she said nothing. In fact, I wouldâve sworn she held me tighter and increased the pressure against it. When the song ended, she just looked at me and smiled before we returned to our table.
We stayed at the club another hour, downing a couple more drinks each, before walking back to our cabin. Pammy was buzzing pretty good, so I put one arm around her waist as we walked. When we reached our cabin, Pammy asked me to roll another joint as she plopped down on the couch and kicked off her shoes. I sat down at the other end of the couch and rolled the joint. When I finished, I handed it and a lighter to her. She turned towards me, throwing one leg up onto the middle couch cushion and leaving her other leg dangling off. She lit the joint, hit it, and passed it to me. We were talking and joking and going into stoned, laughing hysterics. In all the craziness, Pammy had been wiggling around on the couch and I now noticed her already short dress had risen up. She now sat there at the other end of the couch from me, giving me a clear view of her black, lace, g-string. The outline of her pussy lips could not be mistaken as I blatantly stared at her crotch. My dick hardened immediately, and when I looked up I knew that Pammy had caught me staring at her private parts. I blushed deeply, but she just smiled as if it were nothing and handed me the joint. I was still uncomfortable and Pammy sensed it.
âI think Iâm going to turn in for the night, bro,â she said. She rocked herself up onto her hands and knees and crawled down the couch towards me. âThanks for the wonderful night.â Then, I felt her hand on my thigh, just inches away from my rock hard dick, as she leaned forward and gently kissed me on the lips. âGood night, broâ.
Pammy slowly stood up and began to walk to her room. She paused at the hallway, turned around and gave a brief wave, before she disappeared from the room. I sat there a few minutes longer finishing the joint. I was still embarrassed about looking at her crotch, let alone having her catch me doing it, but I was relieved that Pammy said nothing about it. She couldâve made things really uncomfortable for me, more than they already were, but she was really cool about it.
I got up and turned out all the lights before heading to my room. I closed the door, stripped naked, and laid down on the bed. Almost immediately, I began stroking my hard cock. I had almost an entire dayâs worth of frustration built up and I needed relief. I vigorously pumped my throbbing shaft, and in less than five minutes I was shooting thick gobs of cum high into the air where they splashed all over my chest and stomach. I lay there panting for a few minutes before reaching for the towel I had on when I came from my shower and cleaned myself up. I got up to go to the bathroom to wash my hands when I noticed my door was slightly ajar. I know I was buzzing, but I would have sworn I closed my door after coming in. I washed up, got back in bed with that thought still lingering in my head, but fell asleep within a few minutes.
I awoke the next morning to the delightful smells of coffee and bacon filling my nostrils. I pulled on a pair of sweat pants and made my way out to the kitchen, where I found Pammy busily preparing breakfast. I thought to myself, âNow this is unusual,â because back at home she hardly ever cooked. Of the two of us, Pammy was always the âfree-spiritedâ one and I was the âpracticalâ one. All through our young lives, I had always taken care of her, which I didnât mind doing, so it was a real surprise having her do something like this for me.