My wife Karen and I were renting a nice house on the beach in Destin, Florida for a week with my sister Meagan and her husband Paul.
Karen and I are both in our mid 40's, while Meagan was 39 and Paul being a year or two younger than her.
Karen and I had done this several times in the past, but this was the first time for my sister and Paul.
I never really 'hung out' with my sister. We had separate circles of friends when we lived at home.
Meagan and Paul had two teenage boys while we had a son who'd already married and lived several hours from us.
With their kids staying with his parents for the week, we were all set for a week of hanging on the beach, margaritas, no work and no shoes.
We had only been at the rental for a couple hours when Meagan and Paul showed up. We all greeted each other and helped carry in their stuff. Once they were settled in we walked down to the beach.
My wife Karen is your typical mid 40's married wife. Just your average next door neighbor kinda woman. Not skinny, not fat, somewhere plainly right in the middle.
I'm by no means no one to write home about. I guess I'd use some of the same words to describe myself.
Paul was an almost skinny, tech savvy type of guy. He was always preoccupied with the latest phone or tablet in his hand.
My sister Meagan would best be described as an average looking girl with a bit of a curvy body and a very nice looking rack.
I'm always amazed at just how big her tits are on the few times a year we actually see each other and this time was no different.
We were all dressed in shorts and t-shirts and I found myself noticing again and again how Meagan's shirt was being held off her stomach by those big tits.
It was getting later and after watching the sun set we walked back up to the house. I fired up the grill out on the deck while Karen mixed up a batch of margaritas.
Soon we were all having a great time eating, drinking and telling funny stories about each other's daily lives.
With the drinks flowing I was noticing Meagan's big shirt covered tits more than I knew I should. I couldn't help myself as I don't usually have tits like that right in front of me. Luckily with everyone laughing and having a good time I don't think anyone caught on to me.
With none of us being big drinkers and having driven in from hours away it wasn't long before we were all calling it a day. We shut everything down and headed to our rooms. I can't speak for everyone, but I was out like a light.
Being use to getting up early I woke up around 5 am. I tried to go back to sleep but I was wide awake by then. I started caressing my wife thinking we might have a bit of fun but she woke up and told me she still needed some sleep after the drinks the night before.
I made my way out to the living room and layed back on the couch enjoying the view of the beach with the waves slowly rolling in. It was still awhile before sunrise so it was almost dark and eerily quiet.
As I lay there I couldn't help but to think about the way Meagan's tits looked in that shirt. I could feel my cock thickening as I did. The more I thought about that vision, which I couldn't stop doing, the harder I got.
I reached down and squeezed my dick through my boxers. Fuck, now I was getting horny.
It was quiet, everyone's still asleep, no one would know. I had just pulled my hard cock thru the opening of my boxers when I heard a toilet flush in another part of the house.
Damn, I fixed things back but my dick was still hard.
I sat up and grabbed a pillow from the couch and placed it over me in what I hoped was a nonchalant kinda way and then waited to see if someone came out.
After a few minutes here comes Meagan. She still has that same shirt on but the shorts are gone now, just blue panties. I'm guessing she doesn't see me as she heads to the fridge.
She grabs a water and takes a few drinks still standing with the door open. As she tilts her arm up to take a drink her shirt pulls up over her ass almost to the top of her panties. Damn.
I don't make a sound as she turns and closes the fridge and starts walking into living room while looking out at the beach.
The couch I'm sitting on is over to the side and it's still almost dark out so she doesn't see me but I can see her.
Her side profile is hot. Those big tits looked even bigger from those angle. I know I'm perving now but I'm the only one who knows and it's not like I'll ever reveal it to anyone.
Wow, I thought to myself, Meagan has a damn hot body with those thighs, ass, tits, and long brown hair. Right about then she turns and sees me.
A little startled she says "Dammit, you scared me" She then laughs a little and asks what I'm doing.
"Same as you" I replied.
She then came over and grabbed a throw blanket while sitting at the other end of the couch pulling that blanket over her lap in the process.
Looking out the big windows she said "Beautiful isn't it?"
I answered her that it definitely was.
We sat quietly for a few minutes. Then she got up to get her phone saying she wanted to get pics as the sun came up. I reminded her it was still a bit early for a sunrise.
As she was walking away to get her phone I could not keep my eyes off her panty covered ass with that t-shirt draped across the top of it.
My cock was getting hard again under that pillow. I figured I'd stroke it in the shower a little later.
As she came quietly walking back her big tits were bouncing under that shirt. She hopped back under that blanket and started messing with her phone.
I just said it before I thought about it. "No way those are real."
She looked up at me and said "What?" Not like she didn't necessarily hear me but more like she couldn't believe what I just said.
I then stumbled over my words as I said "Shit, I'm sorry, I think my filter is still asleep."
At that she looked back down at her phone and while still looking at it said "No they're not. I had them done several years ago. I thought you knew, everyone else did." After which she looked back up at me with a quick little smile then back down to her phone.
I blurted out "My compliments to the surgeon."
She looked back up to me and said jokingly "Hey now, most of these are real you know."
I replied with the old saying "They say if a guy can reach out and touch 'em then they must be real".
She laughed and then we were quiet again for a few minutes as she continued messing with her phone.
She then layed it down on the coffee table and sat back against the arm of the couch facing me and said "I'm guessing you're like all the other guys and you like big boobs."
I replied "Who wouldn't?" I then asked her if it was a big difference from before she had them done.
"Yes." She said. "The first thing I noticed was they were heavier."
"Any bigger?" I asked trying to be funny.
"Well, yeah." She replied.
I then mumbled that I wish Karen would do the same but quickly added "She's not the fun type though."
A few more minutes roll by and in my horned up frame of mind I said with a little smile "Would it be too weird if I wanted to feel what your 'enhanced' boobs felt like?"
To which my seemingly shocked sister answered with a slightly raised eyebrow "Do you really want to feel your sister's boobs?"
"Not if it's too weird for you." Then I added "Just curious what the difference would be."
She looked at me for several seconds then looked towards the kitchen where the bedroom doors were.
She then looked back at me. "You really want to?" She said
"Sure, I mean if you're cool with it, I'm not trying to freak you out or anything though." I replied.
"I guess but of course this goes without saying, you better take this to your grave."
I looked at her and said "Seriously, who am I gonna tell?"
She said "I mean it mister, if this gets out, I'll put you in a grave."
"Relax" I told her "You can put the shovel away already, no one's gonna know."
She looked at me lightly biting her bottom lip and said "Ok, scoot closer."
So I scooted over next to her feet that were still under the blanket.
Now I'm sitting about middle of the couch with Meagan on my left. She's sitting kinda Indian style with her feet and knees pushing against my left thigh. I've still got that pillow on my lap with my arms resting on top of it.
I then say "How do you want me to do this?"
She reaches over and grabs my left hand bringing it up to her shirt covered tits. She gently presses my hand to her right breast. She then moves her hand leaving mine there.
I start lightly squeezing as I asked "Is this ok?"
"Yeah." She said, looking over towards the kitchen and bedroom doors as she said it.
I found her nipple with my thumb and rubbed it side to side. I then said "Damn, I like that".
After a minute or so of this she says "So what do you think? Do they feel different than your wife's?" Those last two words barely a whisper.
I replied that I wasn't sure, it was hard to tell through the t-shirt. I kept rubbing my thumb across her nipple and it was starting to get harder and so was my dick under that pillow.
I then asked if they both felt the same. She didn't answer so I moved my hand over to the other one and began lightly squeezing and rubbing it.
Her tits were so fucking nice. Big, squeezable and her nipples were getting harder by the minute. I couldn't stop. I leaned toward her and put both my hands on her tits pushing them upwards and together while rubbing my thumbs back and forth across those big hard nipples.
My cock was throbbing hard now and I let that pillow fall to the floor.
A minute or so more goes by and she says "Getting carried away there, don't you think?"