This was the reaction from both me and my sister Kate when mum told us the plan. It was our gran's 80th birthday and we were going to stay with her. All of us. For a whole week.
Our gran lived with our grandad in a cottage by the sea. In fact it was right overlooking a windswept beach in Scotland, that was normally deserted. Her house was quite small, only two bedrooms. When we were kids we would go with mum and dad every summer, sharing the second bedroom. Mum and dad would have the bed, while me and Kate would share the fold out sofabed. Not a problem when we were kids.
We hadn't been there about five years, not since I was fourteen and Kate twelve. That time it began to seem a bit awkward, sharing a bed as we were both at that difficult age. Now I was nearly twenty and Kate had celebrated her eighteenth birthday about two weeks ago.
Also me and Kate didn't always see eye to eye. We could be great friends but also could fight like cats and dogs, or sister and brother!
In fact we were not on good terms right now and the car journey seemed to take forever, with us both in the back, in silence while mum and dad tried to encourage us into being nice to each other. No chance.It was a relief when we got to gran's.
So mum and dad got the bed and we pulled out the sofabed, as usual. It seemed smaller than I'd remembered but I also remember it being very comfortable.
That night mum and dad went to bed first, at about 11.30, I followed about thirty minutes later. I cleaned my teeth then went to the bedroom, stripped to my boxers as usual then climbed in the bed. Kate appeared about an hour later. I woke up as she got into bed but my ''goodnight'' was met by a ''not with you here it won't be'' reply.
So I was quite surprised to wake up an hour or two later to find Kate cuddling me. Her arms were wrapped around me and I could feel her lying tightly against me. So tightly I could tell she was wearing a bra under her t shirt. However I just smiled and gradually fell back to sleep.
When she got out of bed next morning I also noticed that she wore no shorts under her shirt, just a pair of knickers.
''You were cuddling me last night,'' I teased her later that morning.
''No I was not. In your dreams you little wanker,'' came her charming reply.
The next night I stayed up slightly later, going to bed about ten minutes after Kate. Mum and dad were already in bed, so I stripped to my boxers and climbed in next to my sister.
''Goodnight everybody,'' I called.
''Goodnight scumbag!'' replied Kate.
''Nice to see you two are getting on slightly better now,'' said dad from their bed, a bit sarcastically I assume.
I woke up in the middle of the night. Immediately I awoke I froze. Again Kate was cuddling me. This time however I realised her right hand, that was doing the cuddling, was inside my boxers and resting gently on my soft cock! How long it had been there and whether it was there on purpose I do not know. But as soon as I realised where it was my cock started to stiffen. What to do? I was lying in bed next to my sister and her hand was resting on my erect penis. And we were sharing a bedroom with our parents!
But the next thing left me even more shocked. As my cock stiffened it now caught Kate's attention and her hand started to slowly stroke it. Was she awake or dreaming? She gently carressed my balls before returning to my cock, stroking and squeezing it. I was confused, but like any boy I was starting to enjoy the feeling. I was being jerked off by an eighteen year old girl. The only complication being that she was my sister, our parents proximity and this was our grandparents house. No matter how much I was getting turned on I kept reminding myself of the situation, thinking that the reality would rid me of my erection and my horniness. Yeah right!!
''Kate. What the.....?''
''Shhh. Do you want to wake mum and dad?'' she whispered.
So I lay there while she stroked my boner. And then... Oh no I'm cumming. I wanted to scream but that would not be the best thing to do. But I was gonna cum! Her strokes got firmer and faster, as if she could read my mind. Well she probably guessed. I grabbed hold of the bed sheets as I suddenly exploded shot after shot of cum into my boxers. Kate took her cum soaked hand out of my shorts, wiped it on my chest then kissed me on the cheek.
''Goodnight,'' she whispered as she kissed me.
I could not really sleep that night. What was that all about? Did I enjoy it? Yes, but...
''It's a bit smelly in here. A bit sweaty. I'll open the window.'' So said mum that morning. Her and dad got up and went to make tea. As soon as they had gone Kate jumped out of bed, giving me a flash of her knickers as she ran to the bathroom. I didn't get a chance to talk to her till much later that morning.
''About last night,'' I began.
'What?'' she asked.
''You know.''
''No.''
''You er, you wanked me.''
''No.''
''You did, honest.''
''You're sick.'' And she avoided me all day after that.
The next night. I went to the bedroom. Confused. Mum and dad in bed, reading. Should I wear more clothes. I was going to, but.... But a part of me was secretly hoping for a repeat. From my sister? We don't really like each other. I've got a girlfriend. But she never wanks me. Kate's got a boyfriend. Lucky bloke I thought. So I stripped to my boxers, got into bed. Kate followed shortly after. She came into the room, wearing that same long t shirt. She got into bed.
''Goodnight,'' I said.
''Goodnight fucker!'' was her answer, quietly under her breath.