Story 9 The Talk, and 10 - Consummation.
Author's note. I have combined story 9 and 10. I fear I've made my good readers wait enough for the big incest barrier to be crossed. Thanks for reading. More stories coming which also include some hot sex and lovemaking so don't stop reading.
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.
...............
The Talk.
I wake first and listen. It's quiet. It feels late. Sam and I are naked sprawled over the bed. No doona, it's been flung on the floor.
I take a moment to contemplate the body before me. Slowing I recall the details of the erotic night just spent.
How cute. Sam is limp. No morning wood today. He must be so sore and worn out. I have never seen his penis so tiny. All tucked up in its scrotum nest. I grab my phone and take a photo. I see the time 10 am.
Shit, I hope the olds have not peeked in. I tiptoe to the door and listen. Nothing. I find some fresh cloths and cover Sam before I open the door. To my surprise there is a trail of coffee pods from our door leading to kitchen. I follow them to a coffee machine and a note.
Sam and Shiona
There is coffee.
We decided to go to Marseille for Chimneys and some sight seeing.
Can you meet us around 2 pm at our local beach across the road from the shops.
Have lunch first.
Be in your swimmers and we can have a family swim in the Mediterranean.
I sigh with relief, and totter back to the room. I slip my cloths off again, and carefully uncover Sam. I shudder as I remember we are having a Talk today, the Big Talk.
Then I toilet and transfer the towels to the dryer. They don't have clothes lines on the continent. I need coffee and decide a swim this morning is just what I need.
I watch myself in the mirror walls as I walk around the room. I decide the view of Sam is too good to miss completely, so slowly turn the dimmer switch till the outside appears again but it's not too bright for Sam. I let him sleep.
The parentals even left fresh baked pastries and a long baguette on the bench for us. The fridge reveals fillings for the baguette. Sweet, they thought of everything. Almost pampering us. I'm suspicious like they know something.
I take my coffee and some food out onto the Patio. I can see Sam enough to notice him wake. There is my love. Naked, innocent, well as innocent as I am now. I think about the big question.
I know the big question is will we cross the big line. The very big and looming incest line. Last night in the shower we both confessed we wanted to. When I think about that shower it was very intimate. Intimate and emotional.
In the harsh reality of day will we both feel the same. We were so fragile and vulnerable. I looked at Sam. The parents are away and we have almost four hours. A big part of me wants to go in there and wake him with my mouth and get him to fuck me hard.
But I need to not seduce him. In fact, what if yesterday was just randy male hormones at play? Did he love me because I'm a fun sister? Or does he Love me with a capitol L soulmate love? I decide I need to give him space. Deep down I know for me the answer is much deeper than hormones.
I think about how long I've loved Sam. I mean how long before I saw him dive. Why I missed him so much? Why I ignored him for the few years before he went away?
I sigh and go jump in the pool. I do a few laps to wash away my anxiousness. I get lots of laps in, albeit very short laps. Boom, well splash or is it kerplunk?
Sam bombs right in front of where I'm swimming.
He pops up laughing. He tags me and says your it.
He's fast but I trap him in a corner. We play and frolic and have just kid fun. It's like we were before diving became serious.
"Floating challenge." I call. We are drifting naked.
"God I love skinning dipping," Sam states. "I love the water moving around my bits without restrictions."
He has trouble keeping his pelvis above the water line. So I duck dive and come up next to him, push on his butt cheeks. "Up periscope." I say. He's a little bit chubby but no much. I grab his dick and stretch it upward. It hardens in my finger tips.
Sam giggles, then rolls, dives and comes up behind me. He folds me in his arms and we move slowly toward the ledge/seat. He holds me I feel his hardness firm between my butt cheeks. And he just holds me.
"Before we do anything we need to have that talk."
I feel both safe and afraid. "Okay," I squeak, "you start."
"I remember what we said last night, but we were very randy. I want to ask you some questions?
I nod in agreement.
"Are you in love with me?".
I pause. "I think so. I mean more than sisterly love. But Sam I don't really know what love is. I've never really felt this way about anyone before."
Sam holds me closer. "When did you first think you could be?"
"Well it's complicated. It sort of snuck up on me. I know I've always liked you, as a brother, yes but what we had was also special. You grew up, in front of my eyes. I used to watch you trampoline and sort of crushed on you. God I never told anyone. Then I sort of scared myself."
"Me and my friends were talking about first crushes. I realised you were mine but I was so embarrassed. I made up someone else from trampolining. So I could share my feelings a bit.
My friends said I had it bad. But that scared me more. I decided on the best way to deal with it. Because I knew it was wrong, very wrong. So I sort of shut you out. I stopped mucking around with you. Gave you the cold shoulder. I ignored you because I loved you but definitely as a brother. Only as a Brother, I was adamant about that."
Sam just let me talk. Talk it through.
"When you left for diving school I was relieved. But it hurt so much. I used to cry myself to sleep some nights. I just loved it when you rang me or asked to talk to me. Those phone calls were like, at least I had my brother back."
Sam held me and nuzzled into my neck. "Thanks," he said, "I needed to hear that. One last question. When did that change to being what it is now?"
"When you were diving. It hit me like a freight train the moment I saw you up on that diving platform. You know in that one dive my pussy just responded, my nipples hardened and I was moist, very moist. Nothing and no one has ever had that affect on me. It sacred me silly.""
"Wow, really, that fast?"
"My reaction exactly." And I told him about that diving session and how I ended up cuming for the first time in my life. Sam was as hard as a rock.
He turned me around and I wrapped him in my legs. His penis parting my lips an poking toward my stomach. We both look down.
"Ooh Sam, look I've grown a penis. I've always wanted one of those." We giggle but we don't move. I look into Sam's eyes. "Tell me about you?"
"Like you, I've always loved you. But when I was going through puberty, I started to get hard around you. That was embarrassing. Even worse mum noticed. She sat me down and we had a talk. Not Dad, Mum. Now that was more embarrassing."
"Dad was at work a lot setting up his small business. So Mum stepped up to the plate. She made me talk about my feelings. Mum let me know it as ok, it was normal and I would probably grow out of this. I was your big brother and she trusts me to look out for you and protect you."
"But she kept checking in. It became less embarrassing and I knew I could be open with her and not get judged. But it got worse, not better. So when the opportunity came to go to Queensland I felt it might be the break I needed to separate my growing lusts and feelings.
It was my plan from the start. Mum and Dad wanted to move up so we could be closer, but I insisted I needed a very clean break. Moving gave me a purpose and a goal. It gave me another world."
I looked deep in Sam's eyes and saw the hurt. Mine started to water as well.
"You know that first night in my room, I was on my own for the first time and I was so alone, so desperately sad. I had deserted you. Turned my back on my love and I knew I was hurting you. That's what hurt the most. "
"On my wall was a poster. Paris 24 with Olympic rings. I looked at it through tears and promised myself, promised you, that you would see me in Paris. I was diving for you. I was single minded from that moment on. If I was doing this, I was going to make it count."
" Oh Sam, I had no idea."
We were both balling our eyes out as we hugged.
" It gets worse. Sorry I have to tell you this. I was seventeen and you were just sixteen. I conspired with Mum, I knew dad knew everything but it was mum I could trust. I conspired to not come home on holidays. Not to see you. It was all my initiative. I knew I couldn't trust myself. So we made a pact. They would bring you to Paris, if I got selected and have this holiday. To see how I was coping. To give you a chance to work out your feelings. I so sorry. After hearing what you just told me, I'm even more sorry."
" I thought you didn't care, that you just abandoned me." I thumped Sam on the arm. " and yes you did."
Then I looked into his eyes, put my palms to his face. We met in a kiss. The kiss became passionate. Really passionate. We tried a number of times to part but we just feasted on each other. I guess it could have been a twenty minute snog. We didn't feel each other up. Sam's penis was still wedged in my folds. It was so intimate but not sexual, sexual but not lustful.
Finally Sam stood with me still wrapped around him and brings me to the table. He gentry sits me down and nods to my phone.
"What time is it?"
"Shit it's just after one." We part and laugh. "Well we had better have lunch and dress before we hit the beach."