Diving Into Paris Pt 05 The Massage

The massage

This story is a very slow burn and involves incest between a Sister and Brother. Expect it to be about 14 stories long. Some parts posted will contain two stories combined. Eleven 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 first thing I am aware of is warmth and a pleasant but unusual smell. I breath in some more and it is boy. In fact it is my brother. I know that aroma from long long ago. It is so familiar and soothing. I feel beneath my head warm flesh and comfort. I snuggle a bit more. I add the two together and come to a conclusion I don't want to disturb.

Slowly opening one eye I look down a smooth hairless body over some perfect abs that move in sync with the regular breaths passing through my hair. I continue to look down the body of Adonis. I begin to remember the intimacy of an evening spent with my brother. Then I snap my eye shut.

Did I just see... Cautiously I open both eyes and there at the waist band of silk boxers I am being looked at an eye in the centre of the most perfect penis. Not that I would know, it's the first real, hard penis I have ever seen. Yes, I have looked at porn, but just a little bit, for knowledge and tips. As I shared, until this week I have never made myself cum.

I realise I'm holding my breath so I slowly breath out and in, in rhythm with Sam. My core starts to melt. Intuitively I know it's morning wood. But I am cuddling him, my leg across his leg and my groin pressed into his hip. I move a little but his arm moves and brings me even closer.

What do I do? I look some more and see his cock twitch and slip further into view. I mentally upgrade his package score. God he is hung. Well I can't see his length properly from here because of perspective, technically foreshortening. But from this angle that means he is bigger than he looks.

He has the perfectly shaped head and it keeps twitching. The next thing I notice is he is thick. He is circumcised but I'm sure I already knew that. I imagine that perfect head penetrating me but I think how could he ever fit? He is hard and maybe even growing, getting harder.

Breath. I breath. I know I have a wet spot on my new sleepwear. Then a bead forms from its eye. I first think it look like it's crying. But then fear strikes, is he going to cum? Is he actually cuming?

I have to do something. His penis twitches again and he groans. Must be a good dream. So I slip my leg off his and he tries to follow me. I bury my head further into his arm pit and with shut eyes pretend I'm stirring and waking.

"Please don't go." he mutters. I think he is asleep.

"I'm sorry Sam I didn't mean to be snuggling with you." I said in a waking slurring voice.

Truth is I was wide awake. I lift my head and look into his eyes. I think he was enjoying it too. I rest my head back down and look again into his eyes.

"Thank you for yesterday and last night. It was perfect. But your my brother, so I think I should get up."

He looks down past me and his eyes are suddenly saucers.

"Oh my God!" he cries and pushes me off him and rolls onto his stomach in one move. "I'm sorry," he says into the pillow, "how embarrassing."

"What... "I hesitate and act as if innocent, "oh, ohhh."

I can tell his face is red because his neck is red. I learn over his back and press my covered breasts into it. I stroke my hand over his back and neck and quietly say into his ear.

"It's ok, it's just morning wood, it's perfectly normal."

Then I see his butt, half out of his boxers clench.

He cry's, "Oh god not that!"as his body spasms.

I realise he has just come, big time. I'm embarrassed now and I get up and say I think I'll check if Mum and Dad are up and flee to the living room. I do hear all sorts of groans mixed with swear words mixed with panicked bedding being stripped. Mum emerges for their room and asks if everything is alright.

"Yes mum, Sam's just having a moment."

"How was last night?"

"Perfect."

I start to tell her a few details. She knew that the Louvre was happening. I was in the middle of telling about the meal when Sam sheepishly slips through and has another shower. Rats, I wanted to smell his spunky body.

I grab my day clothes and join mum again. When Sam finally emerges I slip into the bathroom and change. I don't want to wash Sam smells off me yet.

When I come out, Sam is finishing telling about Ali and his family and the offer and free meal. I can see he would really love to do it.

"Maybe you can go when you retire from competition and take Shiona with you. Get a real holiday not a working holiday." Mum suggests.

"I need coffee." I hear Dad say through the bedroom door, "and make it a double shot."

I grab my purse and then Sam's hand.

"Come on let's go. I want to introduce you to someone."

I drag him down the stairs. In the stair well I stop and look warmly at him.

"Don't worry it happens to everyone."

He is sheepish. "But but I came."

"I know," I said. "My only regret is I didn't get to see it happen."

"Shiona!" I giggle.

"Come." I giggle again, "to get the coffees I mean."

Sam cracks up and laughing we spill into the street. We order our coffees and while we wait, we line up at the old street vendors cart.

"Bonjour Mademoiselle."

"Bon matin. I will switch to English, if that ok, I'm at the limit of my French."

"Certainly young lady." His English is good. "Thank you for trying."

"I want to introduce you to my brother. Ce que Sera Sera."

The old man's light up and replies, "We ce que Sera Sera."

I say out loud leaning into my brother.

"I accidentally flashed my tits to him the other morning."

"It was all my pleasure." he added, "Has she flashed her tits to you yet?"

"Non." Sam says his jaw dropped but having trouble hiding his smirk.

"Well she should it is well worth it."

It was my turn to blush.

"You say the nicest things." I smile as I pay for our pastries. "We are leaving this morning so Adieu."

"Adieu Jeune fille C'a ete un plaisir, it has been my pleasure."

We pick up our coffees and like two lovers we move up the stairs.

On the landing Sam asks, "how did that happen?"

I giggle, "I will tell you when we are in the South of France."

"Will you flash me your tits?"

"Maybe... maybe not..."

"In the South of France?"

"Maybe, it depends," and I leave him hanging.

Dad gets stuck into breakfast as he is leaving soon to pick up the hire car.

"I trust you will be all packed when I get back."

"No worries Dad."

In no time we are ready to go so the three of us sit around talking until Dad returns.

Dad bursts in and mumbles, "there is another tampon down there in the street, god these French, disgusting."

Sam looks at me quizzically. "I will tell you in the car."

We go down and find our hire car is a light lemon yellow old one.

"Dad, you hired a Citron DS, awesome. How did you manage that?" Sam is impressed.

"The boot's a bit small." says mum.

"But it's a classic," dad defends.

Sam and I slip into the back seat. Mum is struggling with her seat belt. It's an older style. I look around for mine.

"Wait where's my seat belt," I ask feeling along the lush new leather bench seat.

"There is none, it's an old car, before they were standard."

There is a lovely amount of room for two in the back but it would be a squeeze for three. The car has a narrower rear end than front. As we begin to move off into the traffic I lean forward between mum and dad.

"Mm I like the freedom this gives." Then I think wow.

I ask, "You don't mind if I snuggle up to Sam while we drive?"

"Not at all," smiles Dad, "I thought you might appreciate that."

"I've got a lot to catch up on," Sam chips in.

I move back and snuggle into Sam.

"Ooo this is so good. I love having my big brother holding me tight."

"Enjoy," mum contributed, "but didn't you get enough of that last night." Sam almost choked.

"Mum we were as close as two nuns in seperate sleeping bags," I covered. Well we were to start with.

Sam relaxes his arm around my waist.

"Well you don't need to be so unrelaxed," mum continues. "Enjoy him while he is with us."

I look up at his adorable face and inhale his scent as I nuzzle. No more chlorine just clean boy. I think I'm beginning to get off on smells. They satisfy a deep unconscious need. But Sam has a slightly puzzled look, he is thinking about what mum appears to be suggesting. After this morning he must know that's a risk.

Why is mum being so open and even encouraging. She must know something. Then the penny drops. I know, she knows Sam is queer, then I must be safe. I swear under my breath. I challenge myself to find out before tomorrow night. It will require some Deep and Meaningfulls to get to that question.

Slightly disappointed I contend to just be in the moment and find out where the trail leads us.

"Tel est le treck," I say out loud.

"What's that?" asked Sam.

"Just practicing my French. It means something like follow the road."

As I say this, Dad moves onto the Autoroute going South.

After about an hour of this mum says, "this is boring, I can see a highway at home. Can't we take a more scenic route?"

"Sure Love, we have plenty of time."

So Dad takes the next exit. I know he has no idea where we are. Soon we are on a narrow cobbled road, Dad pulls over and the car appears to be acting funny, like lifting a bit.

"Just raising the car a bit for the rough roads, Shiona, can you just pop out and check the back tyre on your side I think I felt it wobbling, we might have a flat?"

I hop out and look, then I scream, "Dad don't move, there's something really wrong. The tyre is not even touching the road."

Sam leans forward and gives Dad a high five. They are laughing.

Mum says, "Stop that, this is serious. I knew it was a mistake getting an old car." She hops out and joins me. "We aren't going anywhere love."

"Well you wanted the scenic route," Dad counters.

Then before our eyes the wheel drops down a bit then goes back up. "WTF." We both say.

"Sam get out here! this is..." I call, but Sam is rolling in laughter. What joke did dad just tell him. It must be good. Suddenly the wheel goes back down and firmly stays down.

"Well it's back down but I'm still not driving in this thing." Mum is adamant.

Then front tyre starts retracting up. Sam rolls out of the car in stitches.

"That's amazing Dad, it's just like a penis shrinking in cold water, going up to safety."

Dad really liked that one. I've got to see that I think. I race around to Dads door and attack him.

"What are you doing Dad? I'm gonna kill you." I tickle him.

We all hop out and there we are on a quant French county lane. The views are breath taking. Sam is sucking in deep breaths between giggles.

Meanwhile dad explains,"The unique feature of this car is you can raise or lower the wheels, together or independently. It means you can change a tyre without a jack. You just retract the wheel you need to change."

"I'll retract your balls if I can lay my foot on them," says mum. Then we all start laughing.

"Family hug!" I cry, and we all gather in the middle of the deserted road.

It must look funny, a vintage car, all doors wide open and a mad family hugging without a care in the world.

We get back in and Dad looks up google maps to get us back onto a B road so we don't take all day.

Sam and I go back to our snuggle.

"Dad got me good." I comment. "Hey were you in on it?"

"No," say Sam, "but this is my dream old car, if I could afford a car. So I knew it could do this. I twigged what Dad was doing as soon as he asked you to check." I dig him in the ribs.

"Hey don't bruise this Body. It's a ten. Look you haven't told me about the tampon."

"Oh it's nothing really but perhaps a bit grose. I was dying to tell him the whole truth but not yet, and not in car. Maybe if things turn out how my heart wanted them to."

"When we came downstairs the morning of your Semi Finals there was a sodden tampon on the road outside our unit. It was a bit grose, but strangely there was no blood. We were all disgusted. I suggested it could have been dropped by a kid playing with their mothers unused tampons. They look like fluffy little white mice. So that there being another one this morning is more than a bit strange."

"And it hasn't rained, so why sodden?" Sam added.

"I guess we'll never know. French best seller: the mystery of the unused Tampon."We laugh and all too soon it's lunch.

After lunch I go back to snuggling. We doze a bit but like in and out. Sam moves more sideways and I settle between his legs. Both his arms can now wrap around me. I feel some hardness pressing into me. It later retracts and then grows a bit. I'm feeling the vibes. We both know what we are feeling. Sam leans down and whispers.

"It has a mind of its own. I don't want to risk a repeat of this morning. I think I need you to move back to how we were before."

So I go back to leaning in. He isn't wearing trackies this morning just loose shorts. I smile and quietly check out his hardness. Eventually it retracts and we both drift off into deep sleep.

We are awoken by mum saying, "Look dear aren't they cute."

I see her put her phone down. I rub my eyes and sit up.

"Send me a copy," I ask, and soon both our phones ping. We have stopped. "Are we there?" And we are.

We are at a cute little farm house conversation B&B. It's near the village of Macon, about halfway to the coast.

"I don't know what we are getting but it was two bedrooms." Dad informs us.

So as soon as I can I rush in and check it out. The masters is a bit small and no Ensuite. I dash to the other room. It was two single beds about a metre apart in a narrow room.

"Thank God," I shout, "two beds."

Sam looks a bit relieved. I like the set up. The living space is between the two bedrooms. I say to Dad, he made to bookings and thus cops the flack.

"It's good. I won't have to listen to you two..."

Mum asked, "Did you hear us....? " and raises an eyebrow at Dad.

"Maybe a bit I heard you come in." ( of course I bloody heard you) but I don't say it.

"Well at least we won't have to listen to you two chatter all night." Dad covers. "Besides we need to get up early and get going. I want to be at our next digs by early afternoon. The next one has its own private pool. I'm sick of smelling Chlorine, looking at Chlorine but not getting wet."

Mm this could be alright. We can stay up a bit. We can sleep in the car.

That evening we played cards for a few rounds of 500. Young ones vs old ones just like we used to. When we were learning it was boys against girls. We all had a glass of the local wine that was complimentary with the place and the olds hit the sack early. I also think the big night at the Moulin Rouge was catching up on them big time.

So we sit on our beds looking out the window at the narrow end of the room, watching the twilight bring in the night. I realise I promised myself I would get one very important answer before the night was out.

Just as I was thinking that, Sam asks.

"Is this far enough south? You wanted to ask me some things."

"Okay, yep, I guess we can start. First I wanted to ask you about divers bodies. Why are they so perfect." We are already in our sleepwear. Which meant Sam was simply in boxers so I got to perve on the fine body.

"Well that's both easy and hard to answer. All of the divers are very proud that our sport has the best bodies. If you take a classical view of them as you pointed out. Bodies for courses. Like think of a sprint cyclist, massive thighs, male or female. Can you think of others?"

"Yes of course, hammer throwers heavy to counterweight. Long jump or high jump, tall and thin."

"Right on. Every sport has groups of muscles that are developed to the performances advantage."

"So how come divers are so perfect?"

"It's because we have to be highly balanced and tuned. To do a perfect dive your body has to work in every muscle to perfect synchronisation. If you have oversized biceps your arms would be too strong and you would twist too fast. It's worse if one side is out of whack with the other."

"Is that why the diver who obviously had some extra support for his arm didn't do so well?"

"Exactly. If he hadn't had that injury he would have gold around his neck, instead of bronze."

"Is there something about the Chinese body shape that makes them so good."

"Probably not, the sports scientists so no. It's the difference between choosing your best divers from a pool of 30 million and one billion options. Then the training regime, they are selected and trained really young. It a brutal life for the younger ones."

"You seem to be very friendly with them, how come?"

"I think when they get to perform internationally they are treated a bit different. They are hero's in their county. Like basket ballers are in the US. They get good money and have privileged accomodations. Yes they are controlled. They couldn't come to our party. The risk of defection is great. But we are good mates and they love us Aussies because we are so chill."

"You don't get jealous?"

"No we are all striving for perfection. We learn so much by just watching them. We don't have that distrust of the Chinese or competitive spirit that USA competitors can have. Notice there were no Americans in the finals?"

"Yes I thought that strange. They are normally up there."

"True but in diving it's the body thing. They are too uptight, too tense to really jump up a level. Mmm maybe it's the zen thing the Chinese have in their DNA. I might ask the sports scientists about that."

Sam stretches out. He groans. "Oh I'm stiff."

"Did I sleep on you the wrong way."

"It's not that. My whole body is stiff. You are speaking with a well oiled machine here, perfectly balanced. I haven't had a massage since before the team meeting."

"How often do you get a massage?"

Every day and if I'm actually diving before and after. After competition we often have quite a few. Depending if we do any damage."

"Wow someone gets to play with that body every day. God I couldn't do that job."

Sam sits up a bit, "Seriously would you like to give it a try. I could do with a massage and actually I could do with one before I lock up entirely."

I was about to excitedly take up the offer, as I would love to get my hands all over that body. But I suddenly get a fresh dose of wetness, my panties are screaming, where have all the mouses gone.

"I.. I can't."

"Why not?" asks Sam.

Time for honesty and maybe it's a chance to ask my big question.

"I..l I can't, I'm so horny just looking at that perfect body of yours. Unlike someone I know, I haven't had a release in a few days. I would come faster than you did this morning."

"Wow,... thanks for being honest. But I do need a massage. Do you.. ah want to rub one out first. I could really do with a massage."

"But that would be so embarrassing, the bathroom is just behind the parentals bedroom."

"So maybe we do it together," Sam suggests.

"What?" I explete in a forced whisper.

"I don't mean together together. I mean on our separate beds."

I think about it... boy what an offer. I think, But yes I guess it would be ok. Ok I mean I would like to go a lot further than that. Good place to start.

"Sam, you seem pretty comfortable with this?"

"Yeah it comes with the territory. We spend a lot of time in shared bedrooms. We often don't get a choice? Besides it's a good all round body tension breaker, so long as you do it at the right times."