Claire gave me a huge hug when she met me at the airport. Even so, she enthusiastically repeats the ritual as soon as I've dropped my bags in her wide foyer. She gathers me into a crushing hug, breathing, "It's
so
good to have you back,
Bee-Bruh
!"
When her dad hooked up with my mom, she was just three and a half and 'Nathanial' was beyond her productive range. But she sorta knew 'big' and the first bit of 'brother', so her kid name for me passed into family lore. So I'm told; I was only a little over four at the time.
"Good to be back, favorite sis!"
The hug stretches on. And on. I grow acutely aware of the smell of her hair,... of her womanly scent,... of
oh, shit!
of her firm, round boobs smashed warmly against my chest. I suddenly worry that...
Yep, there it goes! Shit.
Without shrinking from the hug proper, I carefully tilt my hips away ever so slightly, lest Claire suddenly feel the pressure of my swelling boner against her groin. She holds the hug just one long, tense moment more, then she let's me go.
Whew!
She slides her hands down my arms, takes both my hands and steps back, just grinning at me for another moment. Then it's, "C'mon. Let me show you your room."
I grab my bags and follow her through the foyer and another room and down the hall. She's wearing her hair short now, I notice; an attractive - and probably expensive - cut that frames her face nicely and accentuates her neck and shoulders. It's safer to dwell on her hair than on the firm, round, undulating spectacle of her ass that plays in my peripheral vision, tempting me to look and enjoy.
Nope. Not falling for it. Eyes front and straight ahead!
She leads me up a split flight of stairs. So much for eyes front. Damn, her ass looks great! She's kept herself in top form.
Zip it!
, says my internal censor.
On the first landing, a pair of French doors looks out on a sizable garden. At the top of the stairs, she leads me to the last door on the right before the big double oak panels that I presume lead to the master bedroom.
Claire ushers me in to a guest room that is just one string quartet shy of opulent. There's a high queen bed flanked by mission-style end tables, a dresser and a ridiculously large closet, and a roll top desk next to a bay window sitting area with a small couch and low coffee table. It's practically a suite! I whistle appreciatively. "This is the
guest
room?!"
"Mm-hm. One of two. They share a bath, through that door. Jan should be finishing up in there soon. He showered in there to let me have ours to myself before dinner. He's such a sweetie! I can't wait for you to meet him!"
"Me neither. Looks like you're doing well all around, Claire. It's good to see." I'm really impressed and just a little jealous; but she's earned every bit of her success on her own terms and I'm happy for her.
"Thanks, Nate. I'll give you the full tour later. I can't wait to show you around and catch up more. For now, you just get settled in and freshen up and come find me when you're ready." She grips my biceps with one soft hand and leans in to kiss me warmly on the cheek before leaving me to settle in.
Just in the doorway, she turns back. "Oh. And if you want a swim to unwind, the bathroom has access to the balcony and that'll get you to the pool."
"Thanks, but I didn't pack a..."
"Suits are'nt really necessary here. It's fully private. Jan and I almost never wear suits except for larger parties. You should take a dip. Or at least a soak and sauna. You've got plenty of time before dinner. Relax! Enjoy!"
"Thanks. I think I will."
She gives me a wink and then scampers off. I set about unpacking enough to lay out some fresh clothes for dinner and find my shower kit, then I strip. After almost a full day on planes and in airports, being naked in the AC feels really good. I close my eyes and take a moment to enjoy it.
The bathroom door opens. "Oh. Hello! You must be Nate," says a European-accented man's voice. "Sorry: I'd thought Claire'd have you in the South Room."
I open my eyes to find Jan standing in the doorway, naked and completely unembarrassed. I remember he's Belgian and force myself not to react in any visible way that will betray my Middle-American prudishness.
"Yes," I acknowledge, "I'm Nate. And you're Jan."
And your penis is fucking huge
, I can't help but notice. It looks like a fucking Red Bull can and it's not even hard.
Other than that, he could be my doppelgänger - maybe after some minor cosmetic adjustments. We're the same height and build and condition; same skin tones. Different tan lines, though. Jan obviously wears Speedo's, when he wears anything at all.
He steps briskly into the room, extending a hand. "Well met," he says as we shake firmly. "Claire's got you all sorted, then?"
"Yes, thanks. I'm gonna grab a shower and freshen up, then I'll meet you both for drinks."
He cocks one eyebrow at that. "Here Nate: you just got off a long bunch of connections, yeah?"
He's not a close stander but we're standing close enough that I can feel the heat of his shower radiating against my chest. And groin.
Why do I think that!?
"That's right," I say, willing myself not to flinch or step back.
"Can I make a suggestion, then?" He puts a comradely hand on my shoulder.
"Sure."
"You go swim a couple laps. Just a couple. Take five to ten minutes in the sauna, then grab something from the pool bar and have a soak in the hot tub 'til you've finished it. You'll feel amazing, trust me. It's my ritual. Never fails to refresh and revive"
I remember then that Jan's a pilot. I suppose I should take him up on it. "But I don't want to..."
"You've got plenty of time. Claire's in the shower by now. Or not. Still, she'll be a while getting herself put together and dressed. She's really excited to see you again, to have you here. I am too, eh?"
"Alright then, I will," I tell him. My stomach tenses suddenly.
Shit!
, I think,
Did we just bump heads!? No. Shh. Don't even think about it. Steady, now!
He claps me on the shoulder. "See you later, then, Nate! Welcome!" Then he heads out the door into the hallway.
"Thanks. Later," I call after him.
I step into to the bathroom; the bathroom facilities? Bath suite? It's huge. There's a claw foot tub, two generous sinks in a broad vanity, and a shower stall big enough for four, with wall jets. And none of it crowding the French doors to the balcony. Doing well, indeed, Dr. Claire!
I soap up and rinse off briskly in the shower. I don't want to track three long flights of grime into Claire's pool.
Grabbing a towel from a stack by the doors, I step out onto the... not a balcony; it's a terrace. It rings the whole floor, two and a half meters wide at least. Through an ivied trellis I spy the pool lights just beginning to show in the gathering twilight. I turn right and walk as far as the south corner, but there're no stairs.
I turn back. If there's a way down, it must be towards the master bedroom. Makes sense. I keep to the shadows underneath the trellis overhang. I spy the broad staircase opposite a set of French doors to the master suite. I want to turn the corner and scurry down before any chance encounter with either occupant.
I want to. But I don't. Of course I look. The room is brightly lit.
Phew! Nobody will see or notice me as I just turn the corner and head to the pool.
I start to, then freeze as my brain finally processes what I'm seeing; what I'm standing, transfixed, staring at...
Jan stands at the far side of the huge bed, near the foot, His massive cock is no longer flaccid. The big, shiny, smooth head is stretched taught and pulses as Claire wraps his shaft in her fists and feeds his cockhead into her mouth.
I'm standing naked on my step-sister's balcony, watching her blow her over-endowed boyfriend. My cock swells rapidly and my balls start to tingle.
My mind races back through a large catalog of all the times that I'd seen my sister naked, either accidentally or - yes, sometimes - by design. It was a book I'd thought closed and tossed away long ago. But it all comes flooding back now, all at once.
One page stands out; our prom night. I'd walked off into the woods next to the park where a bunch of us had congregated for an after-party. My date and I had wandered off together, looking for a private spot. We found it.. and found Claire there, enthusiastically riding Jimmy Halton's cock.
Eager for some action of her own, my date... Ellen? Elise? Anyway, she pulled me deeper into the woods and we were soon ensconced in our own little fuck bower and going at it hot and heavy.
The whole time, though, I was still seeing Claire's perfect tits bouncing proudly, thick nipples erect in the evening air as she ground her lush, blond muff up and down, fucking herself silly on Jimmy's thick prick. When I came in my date's mouth, Claire's sex-blissed grin was all that was in my head.
I ended up having to do a lot of mouth work on my date while I recovered enough to give her the fucking she'd signed up for and expected...
As I'm scrolling through these memories, I'm watching my little sister - a fully matured woman now, but still my little step-sister - masterfully handling Jan's massive cock with her mouth and both hands.
Fuck! I've gotta get out of here!
I don't. Instead, I grip my cock and squeeze it hard as I watch Claire get up and bend over the bed.
Oh, fuck!
Then, I do get out. She's facing the doors and, light difference or not, if she looks up, she'll be staring straight at me. I hurry around the corner and pad quickly down the stairs.
Damn me; I look back. Like Lot's wife. Only I'm not turned to salt. Not literally. My eye-line is just at floor level with the terrace, but I can clearly see Claire, now on all fours on the bed, bent low for best doggie, with her cheek against the mattress and one hand clamped over her mouth to stifle her screams as Jan pounds her hard and fast from behind.
I'm stroking my cock with abandon now. After a lengthy bit of pounding, Claire arches her back and presses up. I think I hear her gasp as she climaxes. Maybe I only imagine it. But she's definitely cumming. And she's staring out the window as she does, straight ahead. Straight at me!
I duck and hurry down to the edge of the pool. I drop my towel and dive in. I swim furiously down its length and back. I haul myself out, grab my towel and then the first bottle of scotch I see at the bar. I pour a plastic poolside rocks glass a quarter full and head for the sauna.
Yeah, I know; bad idea, but don't bother me right now, I've got things to deal with.
It's not until I'm in the sauna, seated, the heat assaulting my pores as I take a big swig of my drink, that I realize how chilled that one lap in the pool had made me. My skin had been goosebumps all over just moments ago. Any other day, the shock would have hit me as soon as I dove in. Not today.
Fuck! There's one part of me that the brisk pool water failed to chill. I'm still hard, throbbing. My balls ache. I can't stop seeing Claire cumming on Jimmy - Jan! - on Jan's big dick.
I knock back the rest of my drink in one gulp. My head is buzzing but my thinking is clear. I've
