If you're looking hot and heavy sex, then this is NOT the story for you.
It's a slow moving and gentle story.
It's an easy and light read about a family exploring their exhibitionism.
Enjoy and feel free to leave a comment.
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It was about six weeks later, when a very depressed Gwen rang. It was Saturday; it was 4:35pm.
"Hi sis, how's it going?" I asked.
"Not too good John. Do you mind if I drop by?"
"Not at all. Are you ok?" I asked.
"I'll fill you in when I get there."
The brief phone-call worried me and I was anxiously awaiting her arrival. I kept telling myself it was nothing serious. We'd only used the hot tub twice more and not at all since she'd met her new boyfriend Jim.
At first, I suppose I was slightly jealous and I'd missed her company. I'd questioned myself as to whether that was all I missed and after many quiet evenings thinking about it, I realised I also missed the nudity and our closeness. It re-ignited that conversation in my head.
What was it I really missed?
Did I want to be a nudist? I don't think so.
Did I want to have sex with my sister? Most definitely not. I'd exhausted that line of thought a couple of weeks after Gwen stopped coming over. I knew in my heart that that was not what I missed nor wanted. I did miss the intimacy though. The thrill of seeing her naked and parading naked in front of her. Did that make me an exhibitionist? I don't think that either. I was only comfortable doing it in front of her and Mom, I couldn't envisage doing it with anyone else. So, I'm not an exhibitionist either.
My thoughts were interrupted by Gwen letting herself in.
"Coffee? Or something stronger?" I asked.
"Stronger please," she replied with a heavy voice.
"Beer do?"
"Yes please."
When I came back with two beers she asked if we could maybe hot tub later. I said it wasn't a problem and went to turn it on.
"Are you ok?" I asked when I returned.
She didn't reply straight away. Her eyes moistened. I was worried but gave her space to answer when she was ready.
"Me and Jim have parted," she eventually said.
In a way I was glad. Not because of any jealousy but on the few occasions I'd met him, I never liked him. Maybe it was big brother syndrome kicking in, but I just didn't trust him.
"What happened?"
She took a long swig from the bottle and told me what had happened over the past few weeks. It seems that all he was interested in was getting into her pants, her words not mine and when that didn't happen as soon as he wanted, he left.
Another swig from the bottle and it was empty. I got her another.
There was a comfortable silence while we both sipped our beers; or should that just be me sipping as Gwen quickly finished hers. I finished mine off and fetched two more.
"You'll need to slow down sis if you're wanting to use the hot tub."
"Sorry John, I'm not great company. I'm more annoyed with myself."
"Why?"
"I should have realised what type of guy he was."
"But you did. That's why you never let him 'into your pants'. Deep down you knew he wasn't right for you and you proved your instincts correct. You should be proud of yourself."
"I suppose you're right. Do you think the tub would be ready yet?"
I went out and checked. It wasn't quite ready.
"How long do you think?" she enquired.
"Ten minutes or so should do."
"I'll go and get ready," she said.
A few minutes later she returned wearing a robe. She settled herself on the sofa in her usual lotus pose exposing her quite thick bush. My cock twitched.
"Any more beer?"
"I'll go change and bring you one back."
I took my time changing for two reasons:
1. I needed time for my stiffy to soften;
2. I needed to slow down Gwen's drinking before getting into the tub.
I arrived back but instead of giving her her beer I went out to check on the tub and left the beers there.
"It's ready now," I announced.
Gwen leaned further back so she could unfold her legs and in doing so showed off her glorious pussy. Her thick pubic hair had all grown back. It was a wonderful sight to behold and as she spread her legs, she revealed a slightly moist pussy. Once more my cock twitched and started to rise. Why was I getting stiff? I'd seen all of her body before and in more detail, especially the time when she deliberately bent over and using her fingers spread her pussy lips to let me see. What was so different now?
She stood up a little unsteadily and giggled. The beers were having an effect.
I followed her out in case she would fall. At the hot tub she removed her robe and hung it up, then leaning forward and leaning on the tub edge she stepped into the tub.
"Have you missed the view?" she asked waggling her eyebrows as she looked back at me.
"Of course, I haven't," I replied with a laugh.
"Liar."
She was right, I thought. I had missed it. Was I getting pervy again? Just before we stopped using the hot tub, that view would not have gotten any reaction from my cock. Now I was struggling not to get stiff.
As she settled herself into her usual seat, I disrobed and climbed in. Thankfully I wasn't too stiff and she wasn't looking. Once settled I passed her a beer, we said cheers and sipped.
Gwen sat back, closed her eyes, relaxed and sighed.
"I've missed this bro. I knew I would but didn't realise how much though."
"I've missed it too. Not as much fun doing it solo."
"I'm sorry about that John. I should have made more of an effort to get over more often."
"You've nothing to be sorry about. You had more important things to do."
"A lot of good that did me. Bastard."
"His loss sis. His loss."
Gwen finished her beer and fell silent.
"Are you ok sis?"
"Yes, just still annoyed with myself. Any more beer?"
"You sure you want a fourth?"
"Let's live dangerously," she said with a schoolgirl giggle.
I wasn't sure if she should have another but I got just her one. If she got too drunk, I'd need to try and stay somewhat sober to look after her.
This time she sipped her beer slowly and we sat quietly each lost in our own thoughts. I was worried that her experience with Jim would either put her off dating for too long a time or make her more willing to have sex earlier than she would like to. I never really liked him, but now I really hated him and what he'd done to Gwen's confidence.
"Think I'll get out bro and get myself home."
"I think you'd be better off sleeping over sis. You've had a bit too much to drink."
"I'm fine bro," she slurred.
The four beers and the effects of the hot tub had made her drunker than she realized. It wasn't until she tried to stand up and get out that she understood. Losing her balance, she fell back into her seat and let out a drunken giggle.
"Oops, I think you might be right."
I stood up, stepped out and held out my hands for her. Taking my hands, she pulled herself upright and as she tried to step out, she lost her balance and fell into my arms. Putting her arms around my neck she pulled herself into my chest and tried to step out of the tub. Her stiff nipples were pressed against me as she stepped out right leg first. She hopped up and down as she tried to get her left leg out of the tub and in doing so her right leg rubbed against my cock and it started to stiffen. This was not going well. Eventually she climbed out and staggered back into the kitchen. I gave her a towel to dry herself but she was so unsteady she couldn't do it.
"Stand still sis and I'll dry your back and legs."
I gently dried her shoulders and down her back skipping quickly over her ass and down the backs of her legs. She moved her feet apart so I could dry the inside of her legs too. Moving round to the front I dried her feet and up the front of her legs and then her tummy, carefully avoiding her crotch and the tops of her thighs. I certainly wasn't going to get that intimate. My conscience was already giving me a hard time doing what I was doing without drying her intimate bits too.
I stood up and as I dried her arms, I became conscious of her boobs jiggling. Not good for me as my cock started to react.
"There you go," I said.
"You missed bits," she said with a drunken giggle.
"Where?"
"The girls for a start."
"I'll let you take care of them."
"Spoilsport," she sniggered.
She was definitely hammered. Then pinching each nipple between a thumb and forefinger, she lifted up her breasts.
"Don't forget to dry underneath," she announced.
Hesitantly and very gently I patted her under boobage dry.
"You can be firmer you know," she chastised. "They won't bite." Another drunken giggle followed.
Taking the bull by the horns I dried them. She released her grip on them and I was left holding them and feeling their softness and realizing my cock was getting stiffer. I tried not to spend too long squeezing them as I dried them and I had to focus hard on letting them go.
"You forgot to dry my thighs and the lady garden too. If you're going to do the job do it right," she sniggered.
Was she enjoying my humiliation? Or was she enjoying the thrill of her brother's hand roaming all over her body? The sad thing was that I was starting to enjoy it even though my inner self was in conflict.
Hunkering down in front of her I tentatively started to dry her upper thighs. Did I hear her moan as I dried? Then up onto her thick thatch of hair. I was getting braver now and dried harder.
