The Finals

Story 4 The Finals

This story is a very slow burn and involves incest between a Sister and Brother. Expect it to be about 14 stories long. Some part posted will contain two stories combined. Ten are already completed.

The story only contains sexually activity of a brother and Sister over 18 years old.

While set during the Paris Olympic Games and its historical setting. None of the athletes in this story are meant to represent any athlete competing in the games. Or other persons otherwise living or dead.

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The Finals

The final is late afternoon. We are a tad excited but need to kill some time. We decide to wander down to the river Seine. It's quite a few blocks away but we can get a taxi or bus back if we need to. We spend a lazy afternoon resting on the lawn. Sam doesn't dive till after six.

I catch up on some posts. First I message Sam. I attach a beautiful photo of him mid flight in his high score dive. I just wrote. See I do notice. Only have eyes for you. All the best for tonight, love Sis. I don't expect him to see it before hand but it's the thought that counts.

Well my competition posts are an absolute hit. Comments like. God girl that is kinky, didn't think you had it in you. Paris's done its job on you. Fuck this is addictive. My bros are starting to rib me about how I'm using the remote on the diving. Best idea ever! Can't wait for the sleepover. It goes on and on.

I get a number of requests for more images. Some ask if I can get signatures, addresses and some have even joined their favs fan pages. I guess there may have been some wetness bonuses already. I don't expect I will get to meet any of them except Sam of course.

I do warn them about the standard protocol of dating a girlfriends brother. OUT OF BOUNDS. That doesn't go down well. But I'm just protecting myself. I note that Mums been busy on her phone.

We all get Chimneys from a street vendor on our way back to the venue. Oh my god, orgasm in the mouth. Don't ask. It's a thing. Mm I have a wicked thought. I said don't ask but I may have to try it if I can find a willing... lover. I'm horny again.

Finally the finals. I can't believe it will be over so soon. With only 12 finalists it will be faster. We sit with other competitors families. Mum and dad chat to them a bit as they have met before at previous meets. I'm getting a bit defensive but then I remember score card point three about friendliness.

What happens next blows me away. I get my phone out quickly. Because it's a final they introduce all divers and their names appear in big bold letters on ether side of the door they come through. I snap each one, this will help with our competition.

Then it's Sam emerging, smiling, waving confident but not too much. We rise and cheer. But I get the snap then switch to video. Almost too late but I get some footage. He's ranked fourth then its a Chinese Brit sandwich at the end.

We begin. It's obvious the dives have gone up a level and so has the scoring. I get a few of the 'packages' I'm missing. But I'm ready for Sam. But I'm not ready. My pride and horniness are bubbling out of me. That's my brother the Olympian. That's my brother my hero. That's my lover! I wish. My wet dream. My current wetness. OMG. Everything is bigger, every feeling, every fear. I've got it bad.

I realise the big screen is showing me, and my oldies on the big screen. I'm just sitting there star struck mouth slightly open. I look sexy in my green and gold. Mum put some war paint on me. On my forehead she made a big yellow heart and Sam written in green. It looks like I've just been laid, I'm glowing. Frankly I think I've just had a mini death and I look it. My phone starts going off. I mean off. O..M..G... did that just get broadcast to the world. He scores well and he remains in fourth.

Round two didn't go so well for Sam but for quite a few of the others it's the same. I can't even imagine the mental pressure they all must be under. He slips back a bit but regains his place in the next few rounds. Sam scores a few bonus points with each dive. I think I'm going off my tits with excitement but internally it's just one big surreal whirl. Strangely calm.

"The camera man must like you," mum leans in to tell me. "You have featured three times already."

"What!" I shake myself out a bit. "I hadn't noticed."

I had put my phone on silent but I can feel it vibrating continuously.

Last dive and they have that thing where the top three line up in medal order until they are booted out by the next successful dive. Sam is next and he pulls out a beauty. He stands in the first place spot. The others already there high five him, and he gets a hug from the Canadian.

Then it's the first Chinese Diver. Naturally he takes Sam's place. But I'm surprised they really are very friends and Sam it genuinely happy for him. Then it's Jacks turn. I really try but no, no increased wetness. It's only for Sam. Jack joins Sam on the seat of death. He is beaming as he has at least a bronze. It's like Sam and Jack are best friends. I realise it's now all over for them, they can relax. But fate lives in the last dive. For Sam it's bronze or nothing.

I watch anxiously as the last diver performs. The experienced diver takes the platform. A hush settles on the crowd. We expect perfection but get something less. Not the perfect entry, something was amiss. But to my untrained eye I had no clue. Sixes start to appear on the judges call out. When totalled the score placed him between Jack and Sam. Jack had silver, Sam a close forth. The three medal winners are ecstatic and so is Sam.

I'm screaming and taking pictures. Then they are heading our way. The winners only, Sam has gathered with the other divers preparing to exit stage left. Jack is right near us hugging parents getting selfies.

I call out at the barrier. "Jack can I get a selfie?"

He looks, reads my face paint and his eyes light up.

"Your Shiona, Sam's little sister. Of course." Shocked he knows of me, I get the picture. In a half hug I congratulate him.

Jack says, "Sam talks of you all the time."

Jack calls over the Chinese divers, who don't appear to have family here and I get a selfie with them also. They even know me.

"Ah, Sam's sister, special, beautiful." They are then dragged away by the games officials. They have things to do before the medal ceremony. And it's over.

I'm left there stunned at what just happened. Mum is beaming and says she also got pictures. I was disappointed though, I had not seen Sam. Mum reads my face and my mind.

"Don't worry we will see him very soon they have a parents greeting room especially for that."

We wait for the medal ceremony. No Aussie anthem. All the olds are into it. But if it's not someone you know it's a bit Ho-hum. Of course Jack looks great. I get more photos.

We pack our things and Dad leads the way through a labyrinth of passages and security. I find out our passes have a family coding for this event. Makes sense since we were seated in that section. We enter an empty room with a few officials and some other parents and siblings. Happiness and relief pervades the room. I realised it's over for us too.

I check my phone. Thought so, the messages are amazing. Girls are asking favours, signatures and photos. I can be sure how some of the girls score sheets are going to come out. They saw me hug Jack. Confirmation bias kicks in and some are sure I've already fucked Jack. I'm a celebrity by association.

Athletes start to come in. It's a select few who have family here. Then I see the green and gold trackies of Sam.

I'm a bit stunned. My emotions start to well. My body tingles and my nipples harden. Mum and Dad get to him first. The joy and happiness expressed by these committed parent so proud of their son is contagious.

Then Sam sees me and quickly he rushes over, sweeps me up in one motion and hugs me tight, spinning as he goes. I wrap myself around him. Legs around his hips and a dam bursts. An emotional dam. Suddenly I'm crying, no bawling, full on waterworks.

I hind sight I might has even cum a bit in that moment as I pressed my breasts into his chest. He holds me and gently puts me down. I don't let go but bury my face into his neck. I breath him in a mixture of chlorine, shampoo and boy smells. They are his smells. My deep brain knows this is my brother. I desperately want him to mark me.

He kisses my ear and whispers. "It's ok, I'm here I've missed you."

I just cry even more. It's words I've wanted to hear but until now didn't know how much. His hands lower and he pulls my waist and hips into his groin, leans back and looks at me, eye to eye. We are lost in a moment of deep connection. I want to so close the gap and kiss him. But we keep our intimate distance.

I start to fill the silence with sobbed words. "I've missed you so much it's hurt. I love you bro. I'm so proud."

He brings his hands to my face and tenderly cups my cheeks. "So do I, that last dive was for you. I always dedicate my hardest dive to you."

He moves in and lightly feather kisses my lips to his. Then he pulls back.

" Let's get a look at you" I swear I could feel his hardness follow as our groins parted.

"Wow, you have grown so much and wow developed since I last saw you." He scans my body as I do his.

Although I've seen so much of it these last two days. Now though covered in cloths he looks so hunky. I see him suddenly blush and turn away. Another roar erupts near us. It's Jack arriving with his silver medal and his family reunion.

"Let me introduce you to some of the others." Sam says and drags me over to meet his friends. The Canadian, he missed a few dives and was a bit downcast, but he lifted when Sam introduced us. I asked for a selfie, which he happily gave and wanted one on his phone too. -

"Who wouldn't want one of Sam's sexy sister." We laugh and Sam gives him a hug. I snap the moment.

Then we meet the Mexican boys, they have a bit of English I tell them how surprised and impressed I was at how the Mexican team was doing this year. Another selfie of course. Then one with the four of us on their phones. We meet a few more and I gather memories for both me and my possie.

Finally we get to Jack. I get to hold his silver and feel it's weight.

Jack looks me up and down, gives Sam an arm punch and says, "You dog, you been keeping this one's beauty secret." Sam blushes. Jack then pulls me in by the shoulder and says, "All Sam has younger photos of you in his room. Granted quite a few of them. But I had no idea." -Then he says to Sam, "You must bring her tonight to the party."

Mum and dad had joined us and gloated over the medal. I ask them what we are doing. Apparently all the Aussie diving teams parents and friends are gathering at the Aussie Pub for a final shindig. Sam suggests that maybe I can join them later. He'll text me the details. Mum adds that I can always get an Uber. I found out later that she had whispered to Sam that I really liked Jack. But I found that out much later.

The night became a bit of a blur, lots of meeting new people. I was really needing some space. The Sam's text came through. It read 'I really want you here, can you get away.' Followed by details

I read the message over and over trying to read between the lines. There was a lot of new information to process. Sam's dedicating dives to me, his room full of my old photos, he tell friends about me almost constantly. Everyone so happy to finally meet me. I'm a mixture of horny, overwhelmed and taken aback. What did it mean? Did Sam like me as more that a sister. I need to freshen up.

Thank god for bidet's. I strip of my bottom half and straddle the bowl. I pong of girl juices. My poor clit has been up and down all afternoon with no relief. Well swollen and down again. I pull the little white string tail and out pops a sodden mess and a flow of precious juices flow into the bowel. God I've been so excited. I put mousie into the special bin and begin to wash.

My fingers find my centre and separate my folds. Soap and warm water running over my clit brings with it a rush of pleasure. My juices flow again and replace the soap. My love channel is cleaning itself but my fingers can't help but help. I jam a finger in deep and reach up into those magic ridges I've only just discovered. A deep ache starts and rumbles though my loins.

I think of my legs splayed around my brothers hips. His groin pressing into mine through all those layers. I relive his scent, his whispers, his touch and finally his kiss. My lips remember and tingle with unfulfilled longing. Then I'm cumming. I watch as my pussy splatters its juices all over bowel, mixing with the running water from the bidet. I lift my hips and mush my clit into the spray. I remove my fingers and let the water do its soothing and it's healing.

I experience what the French call 'la petite mort' but I feel inside it might be a little death of another sort. The death of innocence. The death of our relationship as brother and sister. The death of hope in finding an acceptable true love. Love kills love how ironic. I would weep some more but it appears my body has no more fluids to give.

So I clean and make myself presentable. I'm ready to move on to 'the party'. I'm out of mice's but I packed a fresh pair of knickers, slightly sexier ones. I dump the soiled pair in the bin. No point carrying that strong aroma in my purse. I cleaned the green and gold from my face but left the heart Sam on my forehead. Then I check out with mum and dad.

"Enjoy," says mum "but remember the Louvre in the morning."

Their venue is only a few blocks away so I walk and enjoy the cool Paris air of excitement and the unknown. I feel Iike a movie star who owns the night and owns the street.

And I'm there. Suddenly I'm that young girl pictured on Sam's wall. Vulnerable, innocent, shy and uncertain. Do I go in? Won't I be a chain, a gooseberry on the party, on Sam and his friends? I hesitate but then I see him, Sam through the crowd. Across a crowded room how cliche.

Through all my new found sexuality and explorations the real me hesitates but I don't want to disappoint Sam. Hell, I didn't even text back I was coming. I could back out but my heart draws me in, draws me closer until I'm standing there behind him.

Jack yells above the noise, "You're here!"

Sam spins and I'm so close he almost biffed me one. His face just lights up before me and I know I'm safe. My big brother will look after me. My big brother will protect me. My big brother loves, Me! I can now enter the occasion with confidence. I'm happy to be his shadow and it appears he is happy to show me off.

I meets so many athletes, divers and otherwise. Some even have gold medals around their necks. Looks like the swim team is there, but there are many internationals. Apart from a few team finals tomorrow and the women's marathon, everyone has finished. So it's party time. Looking at the pairing offs and physicality of all the greetings I imagine things will be pumping in the village bedrooms later tonight.

Jack puts another French champagne in my hands. I'm floating with the bubbles.

Sam leans in and advises. "Be careful of Jack, I don't want my baby hurt."

Protective brother, but I do feel my I'm all grown up hackles spread. I find out later tonight why, when I saw Jack with another diver, male! Getting handsy and passionate in a corner.

Oh my God, I didn't realise, didn't think but crap a lot of the divers might be gay. I look around and see quite a bit of gender homogenous pairings. Suddenly it dawns on me. What about Sam? I've never heard of a girlfriend. Crap he is gay. Wow the last defence again my incestuous love for him. I sit with my champagne and begin to feel morose.

Sam sees the change and challenges me. "Are you okay?"

One part of me wants to flee, but the bubbles talk and I say to myself bugger it let's party. I grab Sam's hand and all but fling us onto the dance floor. If the party can't come to me then I'll bring the party.

So I dance, with every one. Selfies are taken, candid shots gathered, everyone is phone dancing. Hey that could be a song, not jive dancing but phone dancing. It's wild it's pumping. It's physical. I get more than one feel of those hard athletic bodies.

One of those bodies even comes up behind me and runs his hands over my form in dirty dancing style.

He whispers, "God it's good to feel a soft female body other than all these hard trained ones." He almost sells me but I move on.

Then it's Sam and I'm in his arms. My hand's around his neck I continue the dirty dance bringing my mound into his. Suddenly I'm moist again.

Sam interrupts.

"Come I'll take you home I think your've had enough."

I protest but he manoeuvres me into the fresh air outside. I realise I'm drunk.

He hails a cab and comes with me in the back. I can't really turn off the passion tap. I try to get amorous on the back seat.

Sam says, "God I hope you forget this tomorrow."

"What that I lovvvve you." I am drunk. But my true feelings spill into reality. Sam is good. He takes it, protects me and snuggles me right to my door. He holds the cab. I want him to come up.

"I don't want to be seen delivering you to Mum and Dad in this state they'll kill me. I need to go."

"Then not without a good night kiss. A proper one this time."

I grab his cheeks and pull him in. We stop and stare into each others soul for a second. We close the gap and a rather passionate kiss follows. Sam peels me off him an escapes to the waiting cab. I hear a deep sigh as he hops into the dab. Followed by a muted "damn" as he slams the car door and is gone.

I look at the lonely white mouse below my window and sigh. Go free little one. I almost want to pick it up and take it home as a momento of this one night in Paris. Eww Grose! Instead I stumble up the stairs back into my life. The reality of being just a girl, not quite a women.

As I tumble off to sleep I give into my melancholic feelings and text to my girls. 'V-card intact.'