May I suggest you read "Aunt Pat", "Gram Connie" and "Wednesday Night With Mom" prior to reading this story. I also apologize for my poor editing on the preceding stories, I have been very busy and trying to cram a lot of things into a few hours. I will try to do better beginning with this story. Thanks!!
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Mom called me at the store about 10 a.m. on Monday morning and asked me if I would fly down to Miami next Sunday and drive home with Becky. Becky is my 28 year old sister who has made a career of college. She has so many Doctorates and letters after her name it takes two lines to type them all. She originally got a swimming scholarship to a university and then went on to advanced studies. She was coming home for a short visit before beginning work at the local college as an associate professor in some obscure course of study.
One thing I did have to give her she was smart and she applied herself. Everything she ever pursued she achieved. But' she wasn't your typical bookworm. She took after Gram Connie a lot. If she thought it she said it and she was blunt in the way she said it.
She was also smart where men were concerned. She was a little pixie, just barely 5' tall and she looked the part. Becky was really pretty and she had the most beautiful emerald green eyes you've ever seen, must have been the Irish influence on my dad's side. She had short brown hair, small perky breasts and she weighed about 120 pounds. Now for Becky this was not heavy because she had a swimmers body. Hard muscular legs which made a swift and smooth transition into a well rounded muscular butt, flat stomach and small waist with somewhat broad shoulders. She told me one summer when I asked if she was ever going to get married that both men and women had sexual needs. She said the primary difference as she saw it was men got their rocks off any way they could and went about their business. Women on the other hand got their rocks off and still felt a need to take care of and nurture a man. She said until Mr. Right came along she intended to take the pill and get her rocks off when she felt like it and go on about her business, just like a man. Just a matter of achieving and satisfying two peoples basic sexual needs with no attachments or hang ups until the right guy came along.
Becky and I were about as close as a brother and sister 7 years apart could be. She was leaving for college about the time I was starting 6th grade. I really got to know her when I turned 16 or 17 and she would come home during the summer. She gave very good but blunt advice on any number of subjects I could not ask my parents about. In some strange way I guess I looked upon Becky as more of a grown up friend than a sister.
On Sunday morning Mom and Dad took me to the airport with instructions to call upon arrival and to call twice a day to report our progress. We were to be home by Tuesday night. No side trips, period. Just before the plane began to board Mom pulled me aside. She looked me right in the eye and told me to remember that Becky was my sister and I was honor bound to treat her with the utmost respect. She then asked if I understood exactly what she meant. Sure I did. I knew I was a scum bag. So far this month I've fucked my Aunt, Grandmother and my Mother. Mom didn't know I'd fucked the other two but she was probably thinking I would try to fuck my sister if I got half a chance. You know what, she was right. I had found out that two generations of females in my family had multiple orgasms during sex and given even half a chance I was going to see it it went down to a 3rd generation.
Becky met me at the gate in Miami. She looked great. Her tan was about 4 shades darker than her normal skin tone. She had her car packed and was ready to get on the road. She talked nonstop for about 200 miles about what a great opportunity it was for her to be given an associates position at this university. I mostly drove and listened, every now and then sneaking a peek at her perky little breasts under the thin fabric of the sleeveless tee shirt she wore. I tried to keep a vigilant eye out because when she turned just right I could catch a glimpse of the aureole's and sometimes the nipple. Her shorts were nothing to write home about, they were baggy and long coming almost to her knees.
We drove until about 9:30 that night and decided to stop at a small motel somewhere in Georgia. We got a room with 2 double beds, dropped our stuff in the room and went to the greasy spoon down the road to eat. When we got back to the hotel Becky told me to take a shower first because she wanted to plug in her laptop and check her e-mail. I showered, shaved and got into the pajama bottoms Mom insisted I bring and wear on the trip. I went back out into the room, got in my bed and flipped on the television.
Becky opened her suit case gathered up some things, went into the bathroom and took her shower. When she came out she had a towel wrapped around her short hair and was wearing a tee shirt that came down to just below the cheeks of her butt. She unwrapped the towel from her hair and plugged in her blow dryer. She stood by the dresser where the television sat and began drying her hair. After drying the top she bent over and began pulling the brush through the back of her hair. I looked over at her and at first thought she had cream colored panties on. However, she had no panties on. What I saw was the tan line on her naked butt. I asked where her underwear was and she playfully called me a little pervert and asked if I'd never seen a girls butt before. She then pulled her shirt up teasingly, exposing the most perfect and well rounded ass I had ever seen. We laughed and she finished up her hair and got in the other bed. We agreed we would be up by 7am and on the road by 8:30. Becky was really ready to get home and get started on her career.