Comforting My Sister Pt 03

Comforting My Sister Pt 03

PREFACE

I have returned to this story after a break from writing.

You may get a better understanding of the premise if you first read, or re-read Parts 1 & 2.

I awoke to the sound of a kookaburra's raucous morning call filling the warm morning air. The sun was streaming through the open window and its rays fell on Cathy's sleeping body lying next to me. The events of yesterday came flooding back and a sense of joy enveloped me, in the knowledge that my sister and I had connected on a level that I had never experienced before. Our love had always been the core of our relationship, but the intimacy that we allowed between us propelled it to another plane, where it could be said we had become as one.

I gently touched her shoulder and instinctively, she rolled on her side, her back to me. Not unusually, I had woken up with a raging hard on. I lay on my side and moved up and our bodies touched. My hard cock pushed against her arse, causing her to instinctively thrust back against it. Cathy was rousing from her sleep as I placed my free arm around her waist and cupped her left breast.

"Mmmmm, good morning Greg, that is a nice way to wake up," Cathy said softly.

My cock was now sliding gently along her labia, the warmth of her flesh against it was exhilarating. Slowly, I rubbed back and forth, noticing with each pass that her juices were lightly flowing, lubricating my raging hard on. I pushed Cathy's top leg forward and this presented her gorgeous pussy to me. Easily, the head of my cock slipped into her waiting cunt and inch by inch, I lovingly filled it. I settled into a smooth, rhythmic stroke, feeling Cathy contracting her vaginal muscles gripping, my probing erection.

It was hard to describe the pleasure and deep satisfaction that I was experiencing, making love to my darling sister. The feeling surpassed any that I had with any previous girlfriend. Thoughts rushed through my head, of the life that we had undergone together, the closeness of our family, the love that had existed between us, a pure love that we were now expressing physically.

I was close to cumming. I kept my tempo the same. I wanted to release my seed gently, not forcefully into my sister. I wanted it to be an act of love, not a brutal and passionless discharge of my sperm. My balls tingled and my body tightened as I came; Cathy moaned softly, pushing back against me, her pussy contracting violently as she experienced her own orgasm.

I held her tightly. I wanted my cock to stay inside her for as long as possible. We lay entwined as my hard on softened, warmed by her juices.

"I love you Cathy," I whispered in her ear.

"Oh, Greg, I love you too. What did I do to deserve a brother like you," Cathy gushed in reply.

I said nothing, just held her gently. We lay motionless for some time, relishing the moment.

"OK, breakfast time," Cathy eventually declared as she rolled away from me and out of the bed.

I followed her into the kitchen and headed to the coffee machine and made us each a cappuccino. Cathy prepared a bowl of cereal for each of us and we sat down at the kitchen table.

"Cathy, I was thinking about your nudist friends. You mentioned that they stopped coming over. That seems such a shame, what do you think was behind it?" I enquired.

Cathy did not respond immediately, clearly choosing her words carefully.

"Well, you know that things between us changed when Colin died," Cathy declared. "We enjoyed their company. They were fun and it was great to spend time with people who loved being nude as much as we did. They shared the same sense of living in the moment that we did. Greg, I hope you won't judge me, but we played sexually together. There was no jealousy, just the uncomplicated pleasure of physical contact, enjoying sex in its simplest form."

Cathy looked up apprehensively, catching my eye, looking for my reaction.

Of course, I was not about to judge her.

"Cathy, I say good for you, why not enjoy a physical relationship with people that you get on well with. If it was something that gave you all pleasure, well go for it. Hasn't that been how our family has always been. We never worried about the social mores. We embraced nudism and considered it perfectly normal, when others might think it unnatural. We lived our lives on our terms. I think enjoying that closeness with your friends is totally acceptable."

"Oh, thank you darling Greg; I thought that you would understand. But it wasn't the same after Colin died. I got that. Jenny was probably the one who initiated the sexual aspect of our friendship, and it just wasn't the same without her getting cock when we met up. Phil, also I think, felt that little bit guilty that he was getting to fuck me while Jenny had to be on the sideline somewhat. I think it just got too hard and things just fizzled out. I do miss them," Cathy explained.

"Why not get in touch with them while I am here. Tell them that your brother is here and that he is a keen nudist and he would like to meet up," I suggested, thinking that it would be an opportunity for Cathy to perhaps renew the friendship.

"You know, Greg, I would like that. I'm sure that you would like them and it would be good to catch up again, even if nothing permanent comes of it," Cathy reasoned.

So it was decided; Cathy gave Jenny a call and they were thrilled to hear from her and as it was Saturday the next day, they arranged to come over. I headed into town to pick up some food and drink while Cathy tidied the house up. I was feeling just a little apprehensive about how things would go tomorrow, considering the sexual aspect of their past encounters, but decided to let things take a natural course.

Saturday dawned a hot, sunny day, perfect for the bbq that we had planned. There was shade on the verandah and if the mood took us, we could all head down to the dam for a swim.

Around noon, the sound of a vehicle travelling up the track to the homestead alerted us to the arrival of our guests.

Cathy and I decided that we would be dressed when we greeted them and naturally offer to get naked after they had settled in.

The 4X4 Ford Ranger that Phil was driving pulled up in a cloud of dust. Jenny was the first to get out of the car. She was about average height, with shoulder length blond hair. She was wearing a white sundress that complimented her slender frame. Cathy had not told me how old her friends were, but I would guess that Jenny might be early 30s. Phil then exited the car. He was smartly dressed in a t shirt and shorts. He was tallish, about 6 foot, around the same height as myself. He had a muscular build, no doubt honed from his life as a diary farmer; definitely ruggedly handsome, complimented by a ready smile, that suggested a friendly nature.

"Jenny! Phil!" Cathy cried as she ran to meet them, enveloping them in a group embrace. "It's so good to see you again. Come and meet my brother Greg," she ordered, as she took them by the hand and walked to the verandah where I stood waiting.

"Nice to meet you Greg," Jenny declared as she lightly hugged me and planted a soft kiss on my cheek.

"Hello Greg," Phil said, offering me his hand to shake, and unsurprisingly, it was a firm, strong shake as you might expect from a man who worked on the land.

"Nice to meet you both," I replied, "Cathy has told me all about you.'

"Oh oh! We are in trouble now!" Phil joked, casting a sideways glance to Jenny.

"Only good," I reassured him, "Cathy said you had great times together and I'm sure today will be no different."

"Come inside," Cathy offered and led the way into the cool atmosphere of the homestead. Phil carried a cooler bag, no doubt containing a few beers and possibly a bottle of white wine which I was told was Jenny's preferred drink.

"Can we make ourselves comfortable?" Jenny asked, tugging at the bodice of her sun dress.

"Of course," Cathy replied, "too hot today for any clothes. Nude up and we will all have a drink."

Getting naked was quick and easy. Both Jenny and Cathy were wearing sundresses without any underwear while both Phil and myself were wearing t shirts and shorts, also without the need of any underwear. In seconds, we stood naked in front of each other.

Jenny was as golden brown as Cathy, indicating that indeed she did follow the nudist lifestyle. Phil, less so; arms and legs tanned from work in the outdoors, but the need for protective clothing meant that his torso perhaps only saw the sunlight on the occasions that work was done. His flaccid penis looked impressive enough, his pubic hair neatly trimmed. Jenny adopted the popular bare look.

'Would you care for a beer, Greg?" Phil enquired, reaching into his cooler bag.

"Is the Pope a Catholic," I replied instinctively, coping the inevitable look of resignation from Cathy.

With a beer each and a glass of white for the girls, we sat and chatted amiably, myself listening mostly, as the others caught up on what had happened since they last met.

"So, Greg," Jenny directed to me, "Cathy mentioned that she had a nudist upbringing. It's nice to see that you have kept up the family tradition."

"Oh yes, Jenny," I replied, "mum and dad had that "hippy" attitude about them. If it wasn't cold, why wear clothes was their mindset, so we were all naked most of the time. It was just felt so natural and comfortable. I think, that raised in that lifestyle, nudism becomes ingrained and wearing clothes becomes a chore. I can't see myself ever changing. It was great to visit Cathy and hang out naked like we did growing up."

"Oh, we understand," Phil added, "we are addicted too, but sadly neither Jenny nor I had the upbringing you had. We both agree it would have been great to be raised as nudists. So many people have hang ups about the naked human body, but you two would have been conditioned to seeing the opposite sex from birth so no big deal."

"Ha, ha, yes," Cathy added, "we didn't have to play "doctors and nurses" to find out what the opposite sex looked like, it was there to see every day. Taking away the mystique also takes away any shame or guilt about the human body. We saw our bodies change as we got older. I guess we knew that we would one day have bodies more like mum and dad. Puberty effects everyone but it didn't impact us as much as our clothed friends. Mum had boobs, dad had a different looking cock to Greg. We saw dad with erections, so when Greg went through puberty, we understood that it was just him becoming a man. There should never be any shame to what is a natural reaction."

"All that is so true," Jenny replied, "when we have kids, they will be raised as nudists."

Before long, it was time to get lunch under way. Phil and I grabbed another beer and headed out to the bbq on the verandah to cook the steaks. Jenny and Cathy topped their wines up and prepared the salads in the kitchen.

"So Greg, how do you think Cathy is coping, it being a year now since Colin passed?" Phil enquired genuinely.

"She seems to be going well, to be honest. She is such a level headed young woman. Fate is tough, but you can't do much about it so you either carry on or it gets the better of you. She loves the farm and that is keeping her sane. I hope that one day soon she will meet someone. She is still so young and gorgeous and smart and funny, she is such a catch. I think, in the not too distant future, she will put herself out there," I suggested.

"I hope so too Greg, Phil said, "we are very fond of her. We both feel guilty that we have not caught up much with her since Colin died. It was a bit difficult. I'm not sure if Cathy has told you everything, but I think you should know, that the four of us were very close, we enjoyed our times together. Being nude made us very relaxed around each other. We would drink and flirt and, well, eventually, things became physical. It felt so right, we trusted each other. We could see no harm in sharing our bodies. I hope that you don't think any less of Cathy for doing that."

"Phil, Cathy has told me about that. Don't worry, I understand completely. You were all adults, enjoying what we humans crave, contact, fun, enjoyment. Sharing amongst dear friends seems perfectly natural to me."

I stopped short of telling Phil that Cathy and I had actually been intimate. Whilst I certainly felt no shame, I could not be sure that Phil or indeed Jenny would accept brother and sister having sex. Also, Cathy would have to agree to divulging that information too, so the time certainly wasn't right.

"Thanks Greg, I'm glad you understand. You are a special guy. I can understand why Cathy loves you so deeply and talks so highly of you."

"Thanks mate," was all I replied and left the subject at that as we talked cars and finished cooking the meat.

"Foods up!" I bellowed as I took the steaks to the table where the salads were ready and waiting.

We sat down, topped our drinks up and set about enjoying a marvellous, relaxed lunch, where stories were retold and embellished amid much laughter. I had really taken to Phil and Jenny. They were intelligent and funny and I could see why Cathy and Colin enjoyed their company. They were so comfortable with nudity that the fact that we were all naked seemed totally irrelevant. At one stage Phil got up to get another beer and he had a full erection, no blame to him as at the time the conversation had taken a rather raunchy turn. But he made no attempt to cover up and simply returned to the table, sat down and carried on regardless.

Eventually, lunch was finished and Cathy suggested that we retire to the comfort of the lounges on the verandah.

Filling our glasses, we were certainly in a relaxed and frivolous mood as we made our way outside. There were two, two-seater lounges. Phil and Cathy sat on one and Jenny and myself on the other.

"Cheers!" Cathy declared raising her glass, "Here's to catching up with old friends. I've missed you guys!"

"We missed you too, Cathy," Jenny added "and of course we miss Colin, he was a terrific guy."

Phil put his arm around Cathy's shoulder and gave her a reassuring hug. Cathy, gently patted Phil's thigh in acknowledgment. She began rubbing his thigh, moving slowly but surely towards his crotch.

In response, Phil's cock began to grow, rising gradually from its flaccid state to a full blown erection. Cathy's hand brushed against his manhood. She looked down to see his cock standing proudly before her. She took a hold of it and began to lovingly stroke it. Phil removed his arm from around Cathy's shoulder and took her left breast into his hand and gently massaged it.

Jenny and I looked on in silence. I was neither shocked nor alarmed at what was happening before my eyes. I had pretty well presumed that at some time in the afternoon that we would enjoy some sexual activity. To be honest, I was thrilled to see Cathy renew a physical interaction with her friends. That said, the scene was highly erotic and I reacted accordingly, my cock also hardening, attracting Jenny's notice, who proceeded to give it similar attention that Cathy was giving to Phil. Jenny stroked slowly, focussed, I think, more on the action with her husband than me. This was not an issue for me as I too was rivetted to the sight before us.

Cathy left her seat and, spreading Phil's legs, and wrapped her mouth around his engorged cock. Rhythmically, her head bobbed, gradually taking more and more of his massive cock into her mouth. Phil sat back in the lounge, his head tilted backward, savouring every second of Cathy's blowjob. Cathy's legs were spread before us, affording a glorious view of her now glistening pussy, awash with her love juices, her labia, pink and swollen. Phil was moaning softly, matched in contrast to the noisy slurping of Cathy's cock sucking.

Jenny leant over and took my cock into her mouth. Her warm, moist mouth felt delicious as she expertly devoured my manhood. Jenny's technique was supreme, no doubt honed on her own husband's cock. Effortlessly, she took my full length, sucking forcefully. Moving back to my knob, she tongue lashed it, then nibbled it at first softly, then more vigorously, all the while softly massaging my balls.

I looked across to the action on the other lounge. Phil had lifted Cathy up and place her on the seat and spread her legs. Holding his cock, he edged it towards the entrance of her waiting love tunnel. Cathy held her labia apart and slowly, but easily, Phil inched his mighty dick into her soaking wet pussy.

Back and forth he pumped, his full length disappearing up to his balls as Cathy's moans increased in intensity.

Jenny came up from sucking my cock and watched her husband fucking their friend. She opened her legs and her fingers began to furiously lash her labia, giving special attention to her enflamed clitoris. I took a hold of my own cock and slowly stroked it, not wanting to come just yet.

"Oh fuck yes!" Cathy managed to shout with bated breath. "Fuck yes, fuck yes, oh fuck me hard Phil!'

Phil increased his tempo, his cock like a ramrod, penetrating deep and often into Cathy's cunt.

"I'm cumming!" Phil gasped. Sweat encased his body from his carnal exertions. With one last thrust, he came with an almighty orgasm. He drew back and thrust again, delivering another load of hot, steamy cum into her. Slowly now, he probed again, emptying his balls into Cathy's overflowing pussy.

Jenny was not to be denied.

"Fuck me Greg!" she demanded as she stood and placed one leg either side of me and lowered herself onto me proudly erect cock.

Her cunt was on fire. It was soaking wet and I slid easily into her. Up and down she bobbed on my man meat, taking me effortlessly up to my balls. I watched in awe as my cock disappeared then reappeared, enveloped by her tight pussy. Expertly, she contracted her vaginal muscles, pressuring my cock and filling me with a sensation that was hard to describe.

She placed her hands on my shoulders and I in turn took a breast each into my own hands. Her nipples had stiffened to peas size and I tweaked them between my fingers. Her love juices flowed like a torrent, soaking me and the lounge we were sitting on.

"Yes, yes, yes, oh god, oh my god." Jenny squealed as she approached her own orgasm. I could hold back no longer, not that I wanted to, my fervent desire was to come at the same time as Jenny.

Deep in my balls, I sensed that I was about to unleash. Completely engrossed, I came furiously, pumping load after load into Jenny's steaming cunt. Our fluids mixed and gushed from within her, soaking even further the lounge beneath us. Jenny collapsed forward onto my chest, exhausted by her love making. Her breath came in long laboured bursts, struggling for oxygen. I held her tightly, my own chest heaving from the passion.

The stillness of the day was only interrupted by the attempts of four people trying to catch their breaths.

Jenny rolled off me and collapsed into the seat beside me.

Cathy came to us and parted Jenny's legs.

"I want to taste the both of you," Cathy cried as she placed her mouth firmly over Jenny's cunt and lapped at the copious amounts of intermingled cum that flowed from her. Insatiably, she sucked, barely coming up for breath,

With her free hand, she took a hold of my cock. It had hardly softened from my fucking of Jenny and forcefully she pumped it until it had regained it full effect.

Cathy pulled the back cushion of the lounge and flung it on the ground. She lay down on it and spread her legs wide,

"Fuck me, Greg, now," she demanded.

Jenny had gone to join Phil on the other lounge and they looked at each other incredulously. Surely, they were not expecting that brother and sister were about to fuck! Of course, they were not about to object; they were fully entranced and prepared to sit back and watch this least expected act.