I Had a Treasure And... My Sister

I climbed the stairs of our yacht and reached the upper deck. Linda, my 28 old sister, lay naked on her back, soaking in the warm sun rays. Her eyes were closed and her face showed a cute smile. I was barefoot, so she couldn't hear me coming her way. I sneaked and... tickled her sides.

She jumped and cursed, "Damn you Zac. You scared me. If you are bored, let me know. I can open my legs for you."

I smirked, "Shame on you sis. I was under the impression you were a virgin, and now you are willing to spread your legs unabashedly..."

She chuckled, "If anybody was to hear our bantering, they would be stunned and appalled; how can I offer my older brother to fuck me on the yacht, barely 100 yards from the shore."

I kissed her Chapstick-covered lips, "Yes. life is much more interesting these days."

...

It all started about 3 years ago. I was working as a physician at the Billings Clinic Cancer Center. One day, a 55 year old guy was admitted to my office with lung cancer and metastases to distant organs. He asked me to be his doctor. I agreed.

He smiled, "Doctor, I am on my way to heaven. I do not want you to prolong my life. Quite the opposite. My life was good, and I hate the idea I'll have to suffer before dying."

"What are you saying?"

"Before approaching you, I talked to 3 physicians in other hospitals. They all refused my wish. My request is simple. I want to die on my terms. Next time, I'll see you when my symptoms worsen. When it happens, I wish for you to administer a lethal dose of a narcotic agent so I sleep my way to the other world."

"Sir, what you are asking is illegal in America."

"I know. And I've read the stories about Doctor Kevorkian. I considered traveling to a country where mercy killing is legal, but I love my home and am not interested in dying elsewhere."

"Why would I risk being a criminal for a person I do not know?"

"Because you understand my situation and have the license to dispense the drug that will kill me."

"And what do I tell the ethics committee after they realize I broke the law?"

"I hacked into multiple files of patients who died of stage 4 cancer. None of these were assessed as suspicious to warrant an investigation. In my case, I have no family or relatives who might care whether I am alive or dead."

"You wish to die, and it's your prerogative, but making me an accomplice is a no-no. If I do it, I have everything to lose and nothing to gain except for feeling that I did you a favor."

He chuckled, "That is not entirely true."

"Why not?"

"Remember I said I have no one? These days, I live in a rented apartment. So when I die, it goes back to the owner. However, I also own a tiny cabin in one of the forests here in Montana. If you dig 2 yards under the east window, you'll find a wooden box with a valuable treasure."

"How do I know everything you tell me is true and not some scheme to persuade me to break the law?"

"When you give me your word you'll do what I asked, we'll go together to an attorney. I'll show him the map without telling him what it points to, put it in a safe, and in your presence, dictate a will stating that you'll get the content of the safe a day after my verified death."

"The map may lead to a cabin with no treasure."

"Doctor, until 10 years ago, I lived in London and owned an antique book store. I had nothing better to do and read many of the books. I was mainly interested in English history. One day, I opened one of the Templar books. The book opened on a page that looked different than others. It looked slightly more transparent. I opened the page against the lamp and saw a faint writing. I took the book home, and after weeks of trying, I was able to decipher the writing. To cut the story short, the head templar at Baldock described where he hid their treasure in the year 1210. Initially, I thought it was some kind of a joke or trap, but I became curious and checked the place. I was lucky the exact location was in an uninhabited place. One evening, I dug and found it. It was a wooden box full of gold nuggets, coins, jewelry, and silver tools. I never needed much in my life, so I used very little since finding it. I brought it with me to America on a boat and buried it under my cabin."

"Nice story. But do you have any proof?"

He sighed, "I do, but I'll show you only if you promise me that when I prove to you I was telling you the truth, you'd agree to help me die."

"Show me a piece of gold and a templar coin."

He grinned, "I suspected you'd want evidence. So if I show you, you'll do what I asked?"

"I will."

"Wait here. I'll be back in less than 10 minutes."

He returned, opened the door to my office, checked that there was no audio/video equipment, and pulled 2 pieces from his right pocket: A heavy gold nugget and a silver coin with its circumference made of gold and a large cross in the middle.

I was no expert, but everything looked authentic. The truth was, I felt sorry for him. Whatever he was asking of me was not to commit a major crime but to help him die with dignity. If, at the same time, I'd put my hand on a treasure, even better...

Two days later, we went together to a lawyer who certified the guy's short will without asking questions.

In the months that followed, I was very busy and almost forgot about our guy. Then, one Monday morning, he arrived. He lost a lot of weight. He said, "Doctor, my time has come."

I admitted him under my care and ordered a regular dose of morphine-like drug for his pains. For the next 3 days, I described his situation in his file as deteriorating, and on the 4th day, I gave him another chance to regret it. He had a bitter smile, "No doctor, but thank you."

He didn't know it, but I had in my pocket a small active recorder that recorded his wish to die. It probably wouldn't help legally, but it made me feel better to continue his wish, knowing he didn't change his mind. I slipped into his IV a much higher dose of a drug cocktail and left for home. About 6 hours later, I got a call from the hospital, "Sorry to wake you up, but your patient just died in his sleep."

...

A week later, I got the safe from the lawyer. I hesitated to go to the cabin by myself but could not trust anybody except for my sister. Since neither of us was attached, and we liked each other, twice a year we spent time together, visiting national parks.

Next, I called and invited her to stay with me for the weekend.

Linda arrived with 2 suitcases and a carry-on. I laughed, "Sis, you'll be here for less than 48 hours; why do you need so much stuff?"

She winked, "You never know what may come up."

This was her way of preparing for every eventuality despite the fact that she never encountered any 'eventuality.' We reminisced and chatted and later decided to go to a bar together.

Linda has been eye candy since her high school days. At 5'5" and 128 pounds, she attracted men's eyes wherever she went. Her long, thick, wavy dark brown hair, pretty face, pouty lips, D-cup tits, narrow waist, and nicely shaped hips were like magnets for most men. While I never said it out loud, I was one of these men, too... She had many suitors but slept with many and rejected them later, saying, "I am young and pretty. why marry a guy and have to be loyal to him if the whole world is open for me?" Mom tried to convince her that time would take its toll on her appearance, but Linda wasn't impressed.

I was in my early 30s, 6'0", 180 pounds. As a decent looking young physician who earned at least $500,000 a year, my relationship prospects were good, but I enjoyed being a free butterfly as well. Over the years, I dated multiple girls but got bored with them after a few weeks or months at the most.

At 9 pm, Linda and I dressed up to go to a bar I frequented several times before. I liked that one because it was less crowded than most, there was a good band playing not-so-loud music, a place to dance, and bouncers who kept the establishment under wraps.

I called beforehand and promised the head of security a good tip if he reserved for me a table for 2. He remembered me and promised to take care of it.

Linda was dressed to kill: A short blue tight dress with generous cleavage, 3" heel matching shoes, a long necklace with a shiny pendant that nestled between her massive tits, and red hot lipstick. I saw her and whistled. She grinned.

I said, "We are lucky I chose the safest bar in town. The way you look, every man will ogle you. Some may drink too much and become too aggressive."

Linda chuckled. She took my hand in hers and quipped, "You are my hero. I have no doubts you'll protect me."

I winked at her, "And what if I drink too much and behave like them?"

"Honey, your scorebook is so full; I don't think your sister should be on your menu."

We giggled and then drove to the bar. As expected, our table was ready. I ordered for Linda her favorite Cosmopolitan cocktail and added a Heineken for me.

The atmosphere was RELATIVELY quiet. For now. Linda and I sat down, enjoying the music, and had a second drink. A few couples began dancing.

Linda stared at me, "Oldie, are you up for dancing?"

"Sure, let's go."

As we moved to the floor, the band started playing slow music. She put her arms around my neck, and I hugged her waist. She was closer to me than ever before. It may have been the alcohol, but smelling her new perfume and feeling her breasts pressing against my chest worked on me, and my pecker thickened quickly. I tried to keep some distance from her gorgeous body, but she moved even closer.

Pretty soon, she felt my erection and gazed at me with a smile, "Geez! You DO find me attractive... Nice to know. What do you do when it happens to you with other ladies?"

"Those I've danced with before were always happy to relieve my... issue, one way or another."

"Zac, even if I was in the mood to help you, I wouldn't do it in a bar. Doing it here is for a cheap slut. At times, I may behave like one, but I am definitely not cheap."

"Linda, it reminds me I have to talk to you about an important subject."

"Talk."

"Not here. At home."

"Let's go back. I doubt your organ will shrink if we continue dancing. And I am curious to hear the secretive subject we cannot discuss here."

As we left the bar, I tipped handsomely the security guy. He smiled, "Thank you, sir. You leave very early. The real fun didn't start yet." Then he ogled Linda's body up and down and winked at me with a knowing smile.

...

At home, Linda lay on my bed, looked at me, and blurted, "So, what is it?"

I told her the whole story about my lung cancer patient, our deal, and the treasure in his cabin.

When I was finished, she remarked, "It sounds too fantastic to be true, but it's time to travel again, so if you want me to join you, we can go there, check it out, and in case we find nothing, continue to Glacier National Park."

"According to the directions, the cabin is about 2 hours away from here. Would you like to try our luck tomorrow morning?"

"We can but we'll need tools to dig with. And if there is nothing under the cabin, it will be too late to go to the national park."

"I am too curious to wait."

Linda laughed, "These days, the chances of finding a treasure or ending up with a family-less patient who was willing to leave it for you is so remote, I am willing to bet we'll end up with nothing."

"The patient sounded serious and genuine to me. What do I get if we DO find out he was telling me the truth?"

"Anything you want, brother. If the treasure is worth a lot, we'll be ultra-rich. I'd love to own a yacht."

"Honey, you are very greedy. OK, you are on!"

...

The following morning, we left at 8 am. When we approached the place, I realized that the 2 hours represented only the closest road to the cabin and not the cabin itself. The GPS was not very helpful.

I told Linda, "We are already here; let's look for the cabin together. In the worst case scenario, at least we strolled in the forest." It was easier said than done because there were no clear trails.

We decided to sacrifice up to an hour of our time to search for the cabin. God was on our side, and we saw the cabin after 40 minutes. It looked deserted, with a broken window and an unlocked door.

Linda gave me a triumphant glance, "Brother, does it look like a place for a treasure?"

"Sis, you may be right, but I wouldn't leave without giving it a try."

"You have good muscles. You dig, and I'll watch you."

The soil was dry and very hard under the east wall. I dug for about an hour and a half until the top of my head was at ground level. I rested, removed my shirt, and mumbled, "If the guy was right, I need to dig less than a foot now."

Linda laughed, "You better come up with something. Otherwise, I leave you inside this grave..."

I dug 2 more feet, and there was nothing. I was tired, sweaty, and ready to give up when Linda said, "He may have only estimated and not measured the depth. Continue for another foot."

As I dug the ground, it hit something solid. I cleaned the top and... found the wooden box. It was bigger than I thought and had an old metal lock. I did not have a key. However, I had other tools to break it open.

When I lifted the top, I saw the treasure. Just like my patient said, it had many coins inside cloth bags on the right side, gold pieces arranged inside a smaller metal box on the left side, and a mixture of various golden, silver, and precious metals in between.

I got out and helped Linda get down to check the box. She started to laugh and cry all at the same time, "We are rich. Zac, do you believe it? Can you guess how much the box is worth?"

"I have no idea, but I have a suggestion. Let's cover everything as it was before and leave this place. The content is very heavy. We need to bring equipment and a vehicle that will pull the box up and carry it home."

We marked on an improvised map the location of the cabin, covered the hole thoroughly, and left toward our car. It was reassuring we saw nobody on the way in and out of the forest. Driving home, we were both quiet. I was thinking about what I could bring to lift everything and carry it home. Knowing Linda, her thoughts were likely how to spend her new riches...

...

Linda decided to stay at my house for another week.

The next day, I rented a truck with Tommy Lift. The guy showed me how to use the lift and asked what I needed it for. I answered that I wanted to do some yard work in my house. I brought the truck home and we agreed to go to the cabin the following day.

To my surprise, I was able to maneuver the truck all the way to the cabin. But there was no way I'd lift the heavy box without the help of 3 additional men.

I told Linda it was time for plan B. I began taking out one after the other the gold nuggets from the smaller box and gave them to Linda, who placed them in the passenger seat of the truck. There were about 300 of them, each one weighing about 2 pounds or 1 kilogram. When I was done, I closed the box, covered the hole again, and we drove home.

At home, I checked the nuggets. There were no markings on them. It seems like the Templars got them somehow and stored them as is in case of need.

Next, I went online, wanting to know how to sell the gold. There were several options. I chose to drive to a few pawn shops and jewelers and sell each one nugget. Most tried to find out how I got the nugget. I responded that I got it as part of my inheritance. Since I did not try to sell more than a single nugget per store, they did not suspect me. I sold 10 nuggets in the first week and collected $570,000. It was less than the market price, but it didn't matter. It was enough to show me we were on our way to becoming rich.

I told Linda about my success selling the gold, and she smiled, "So when do I get my share?"

"Sis, I recall you offered me anything I wanted if we found the treasure."

"But with your share, you can have anything you want."

"Not really."

"What can't you get?"

"You."

"Zac, are you serious?"

"Yes, I am."

"Before we found the treasure, you dated any girl you wanted. With the treasure, I bet you can even have Charlize Theron, Sidney Sweeny, Halle Berry, and Megan Fox."

"Each one of the actresses you mentioned is pretty in her own way, but I want you. I always thought you were very pretty, but on that day in the bar, I really felt the urge to have you."

"Brother, incest is not your style. My morals are less strict than yours, but you?! I think you like the idea more than the actual act."

"Linda, are you saying you chicken out of your promise?"

"I am not. But I cannot believe my own brother finds me irresistible."

"You are superficial, greedy, self-absorbed, and rarely show any emotions, but you are also pretty and sexy as hell. I wanted to fuck you back in the bar..."

Linda laughed, "I remember you were rock hard.

"Yes, I was."

"Any last thought about changing your wish?"

"No."

"Tomorrow, come back home with nice flowers and a bottle of French Champagne. We'll get drunk, and I'll let you fuck me."

...

The following afternoon, I was back with 2 dozen red roses and a bottle of Dom Perignon. I opened the door and saw Linda wearing a sheer negligee.

She smiled at me, "All day long, I was wondering how serious you were yesterday. I see you meant it. OK, brother, I am in. I'll put the flowers in a vase, and you open the bubbly."

I put on dance music, poured the Champagne, and said, 'Cheers.' After our second glass, we started dancing together. Linda hugged me, leaned her head on my chest, pressed her giant tits hard into me, and whispered, "Zac, is this what makes you want me?"

I didn't have time to say Jack Robinson, and my steely-hard pecker stood tall between us like the Ivo Jima flag. She giggled, "Men are so easy to manipulate. Your IQ is twice as high as mine, and I am as shallow as they come. However, I can make your brain shut down with a simple maneuver. Previously, I noticed the way you looked at me and expected one day, you'd get the courage to seduce me. I played you like a violin. Until now, you conquered any girl you wanted; why not me? I watched you, too. You are handsome, manly, arrogant, and a womanizer with a big hard tool between his legs - Everything a girl wants her bad boy to be if her intention is to bed him and not necessarily to marry him. Honey, the alcohol got to my head already. Undress me, and let's go to bed."

Her transparent, barely-there cloth fell to the floor in no time. I ogled her heavenly body, hypnotized by her tits. As a physician and a guy who dated many women, hers were by far the sexiest: D-cup breasts that stood high on her chest, large areolas, and pointy, darker nipples that stared directly at my face, challenging me to find a nonexistent flaw in them. I gasped.

She watched my expression and grinned, "Zac, would you like to be my baby and suck on my girls?"

"For the rest of my life..."

"Good. Undress, and let's go to bed. It's time to show me what you are made of."

In the next 4 hours, I fucked my sister 3 times with only short breaks in between.

The first time was a missionary, 'to taste the waters,' so to speak. Since her sexual appetite was not lesser than mine and she had multiple partners in the past, I expected her vagina to be wider, but it was very tight. I loved pounding her senseless while watching her voluptuous body trembling before my eyes. She came 3 times before I ejaculated deep inside her.

After a short rest, we entered the hot jacuzzi. Within 5 minutes, Linda began dancing in the water, with her glorious tits swaying wildly in front of me. She saw my eyes focused on her orbs, came closer, grabbed my prick, and bobbed it lightly. In seconds it sprang up like a rocket. I pulled her out of the water, leaned her on the living room sofa, and rammed her cunt doggy style as my hands squeezed the freely bouncing tits. By the time I ejaculated in her pussy, she came twice, screaming her heart out.