"The problem," my sister started for the umpteenth time, with a little slur as she continued, "is that I did everything he ever wanted. Even," and then she stopped herself, looking at me, again for the umpteenth time.
We were outside under a sun shelter next to our family's pool with its stunning view of the city. The sun was playing on the surface, the light blue water throwing up tips of blinding glare. The sun shelter was always in shade, at least part of it. We were sitting on the two couches, perpendicular to each other, their cushions a dark blue that made sitting on them while wet comfortable. There was a glass coffee table nearby.
My sister was in her mid-twenties and about average height. Her thick black hair was pulled back into a ponytail to help stand the heat, revealing her delicate ears and gold earrings, big but not too big. She had the narrow face and sharp nose of our Castillan father and the golden brown skin of our mother. Clad only in a dark brown brocade bikini, I could see almost all of her as she sat sideways on the couch, one knee up with her foot into her thigh, the other foot on the ground. She had nicely muscled arms and a chiseled abdomen. Her thighs were muscular from years of dance. In her position, the little hollows between tendons on either side of her swimsuit bottom were visible, broken up by her pubic mound, always prominent compared to other girls', even more so with the brown brocade bikini bottom. The thick seams of the swimsuit bottom didn't touch the taut tendons and black curly hairs had escaped the sides. The bikini top wasn't particularly revealing but did show off her cleavage. She had firm round tits and the top seemed to push them up and together. Her makeup was subtle but her large eyelashes were obviously fake, the black accentuating her olive-colored eyes. She'd been wearing a white sheer cover-up but decided that was too hot and ditched it.
I was wearing my board shorts, black with tan accents, sitting diagonal on my couch in the same position as she. Sweat was rolling down my sides and my neck, which were brown like my sisters. I wiped it off my sharp nose. We looked so alike. I wasn't muscular or fat, just kind of rangy, fit but not too big. "Like what?" I prompted for the umpteenth time.
Maria just smiled and said, "Wouldn't you like to know?" she replied in her naturally husky voice, and we raised our glasses in a toast and sipped, the light from the pool turned amber by the tequila inside.
We were wasted. We'd started with the tequila and margarita mix in the pool fridge then, when that ran out, got the hundred plus old bottle of tequila from the "special" fridge. There were six refrigerators for booze in our spacious three-story house on the side of a cliff. Only one of them locked but our parents "hid" the key and we knew where to find it. Honestly, I don't think they cared about us, just our friends. The liquor bathed my tongue in agave flavor before burning my throat. We'd been drinking and talking for hours -- we were definitely repeating ourselvs. As I watched, Maria took a deep breath, her tits raising up, before giving a single sob and then taking her own sip.
I was leaning forward to hide my hard-on. She was my sister and I knew that she was off limits but the tequila had convinced my cock otherwise and I was just staring at that perfect feminine shape, the swell of her breasts, the way her hips flared from her waist, the way her thighs compressed on the couch, the fact her butt, so like our mother's, didn't let her sit with her back flat on a chair.
"Matt's a bastard," I chimed in, slurring my own speech. Matt was pure white with blonde hair, full Castillan, and he'd broken up with her today. They'd been dating since high school, had gone on trips with our family and his and he sent a text saying he "wanted some space," and that was it. Maria had started crying and I could still see the tear tracks on her face. So I'd gotten the first bottle of tequila and we'd gotten drunk, then started the second one.
"Do you think I'm good looking?" Maria asked suddenlty.
I realized that I was too drunk to answer this question, so I stalled, "You're my sister!" I protested, hands wide to show I was helpless to answer. Maria's eyes flicked to my swimsuit and I wondered if she saw my hard-on.
Maria's face, tearful a second ago, turned mischievous. "Maybe you can tell me bit by bit." She turned her head to show her ponytail, then ran her fingers through it. "How about my hair."
"Thick and black like midnight," I said, turning drunkenly poetic.
She turned back to me. "My eyes?"
"Hypnotic." The obvious reply. I saw a little glimmer of a smile at this game.
She turned her head again so that the slope of her neck muscle created a graceful arc in front of her trachea. "My neck?" she asked.
"No vampire could resist," I answered and the smile grew bigger.
My sister turned back to me and we locked eyes. Her smile grew even bigger and mischievous. Then she bent her head forward just slightly as she reached back and undid her bikini top, pulling forward, the straps off her arms and the cups off her breasts.
I stared, eyes wide. Her tits were perfect. Perfectly round, symmetrical from top to bottom and side to side. The skin was lighter than most of her body but the areolae and nipples were darker, nipples that were standing straight out. My sister, smile huge now as she dropped her arms to her sides and thrust out her chest, asked, "My tits?"
"Wow!" was all I could say.
Maria laughed drunkenly and got up off her couch, staggering, and came to kneel next to me on my couch, her gaze just grazing my shorts before locking eyes with me. She reached down and grabbed my hand and placed it on one perfect breast, then the other one. They were soft and warm, the nipples in my palm. I just sort of caressed them awkwardly. "Squeeze them," she said and I started to squeeze them gently, like tomatoes I didn't want to bruise. It didn't seem possible for her to smile wider but she did, her white perfect teeth contrasting with her brown face. "Harder," she said and, as I applied pressure, "Use your hands like claws. Dig them into my flesh." I did as she said and my sister leaned in, eyes hooded, biting her lip now.
