It was the first hunting year we ever went up together. She had her boyfriends, her smoking, her attitude; I had my girlfriends, my music, and my art. We very seldom saw eye to eye, being a few years apart, but for some reason, this year Shelly wanted to come to Maine with Dad and me for the week. I trekked up north every fall with my father; he hunted deer and I sketched landscapes. We'd done it every year since I was in junior high. What made my sister Shelly want to come this year was anybody's guess.
The 5-hour trip to the cottage was pretty dull, my Dad wasn't a great conversationalist and Shelly and I didn't really get along very well. We settled in pretty quick; Shelly complained about pretty much everything: the cottage was too small, no tv, no phone, the bed was lumpy. Almost every word out of her mouth made me wonder why the hell she wanted to come anyway. Well, here we were, Dad said, we ought to make the best of it. We weren't leaving for a week.
Early in the morning on day 2 Dad disappeared into the woods with his hunting gear. I knew from years past I wouldn't see him for days. Shelly immediately started bugging me about the 'lack of anything to do'. I told her that I had plenty to do; I was here to sketch the Maine landscape and wildlife. I had a spot that I had picked out years before that was about an hour's hike north. She had seen my work from past years and was actually very complimentary; she joked in years past that I was the only one of us that ever came back with anything worth displaying in the living room. But for Shelly, it was only day two and she had nothing planned; she was already bored to tears.
'Youre welcome to come with me, but I have to tell you: it's rough going around here. But it's a great hike. Come on and keep me company! What else are you gonna do around here alone?' I asked. Our relationship was not great over the pastfew years, she seemed to live to goof on her little brother. I guess it's just natural sibling rivalry and all that, but god, she could be a bitch. I had hoped that on this trip, we might reach some sort of compromise.
'I can do it! I'm no wimp...Let's go!' she demanded.
So we got our stuff together and off we went. I led the way; me in kahkis a backpack and hiking boots and her in cut-offs, a t-shirt and sneakers. She was under-prepared, but I figured with me as her guide she'd be OK. We didn't talk much; the hike was challenging and the pace I set was gruelling. Most of the conversation between us consisted of Shelly yelling for me to slow down or asking if we could take a break. About a mile in, I heard Shelly scream.
'Owwwwww! Shit! Steven! Ohhhhhh.....my ankle....I broke my ankle....' She was sitting on a deadfall about 20 yards behind me holding her foot. I ran back to check on her. 'It's broken!'
'It isn't broken. Can you move it?'
She moved her foot from side to side. 'Yeah...but it hurts!!'
She took her sneaker and sock off. 'Let me see...' I held her foot in my hands and felt for swelling. 'Well, you twisted it, but I don't think you sprained it. Let's sit for a bit and take 5.' I rubbed her foot for a bit. 'Feel OK?'
She looked at me greatfully. 'Yeah'. She had calmed down quickly.
After the break, we resumed hiking. I no time, we were at my spot; a clearing on the side of the small mountain we had been slowly hiking up. There was the large, flat outcropping of rock where I liked to sit and gaze out into the sky, sometimes for hours; I had done watercolors, pencil and charcoal sketches, even photographs of sunsets, the clearing, and the surrounding landscape. I felt sort of like I owned this acre. It was mine.
Even Shelly was mesmerized. It was a warm, beautiful day; not a cloud in the sky. The sun shone down brightly down on the clearing and the air was clear and clean. 'Wow. No wonder you come back every year. It's awesome!!' I smiled and nodded my head. After a few moments, I proceeded to set up my portable 'studio' and Shelly laid out a blanket on a flat spot in the clearing to get some sun. She casually pulled off her t-shirt; she was wearing a pretty skimpy bikini top underneath. I glanced over and caught myself stealing a look at her boobs as she bent over straightening the blanket. Damn, I thought. Nice pair, sister or not. I'd admired my sister's tits ever since they'd first made their appearance about 5 years ago. For a tall, slender girl of her age, they were truly outstanding: 38-D. I breifly wondered if any lucky guy ever got a chance with those, her being such a bitch and all. My sister then proceeded to strip off her shorts, revealing the other half of the bikini, a thong, no less. I could not resist catching another sneak peek. Ok, Steve, keep your mind on your work.
After only about 30 minutes, Shelly called to me. 'Steve! My foot's still killing me! Can you come over here and rub it like you did before? I think it's swelling up!' She asked in a little girl, pouty voice that was kind of comical. Annoyed, I walked over to her spot in the sun.
'Doesn't look swollen, ' I said. She was laying back on her back, propped up on her elbows. Her legs were open wide; my eyes reflexively locked on the center of her groin, barely concealed beneath a thin strip of material.
She held her foot up to me and said 'Please just rub it for a bit. You made it feel better before.' I knelt down and took her foot in my hand, holding her leg up by the bottom of the calf and rubbing it gently around her ankle and heel. I noticed her eyes shut as I rubbed; I had a few opportunities to check out her long slender legs and the way that her bikini bottom fit around her mound...Her upper chest and stomach were glistening with suntan lotion she had applied herself. Still bronze from summer tanning, she was shooting for one last sun session this week. No doubt about it, my sister Shelly was a fine peice of ass...What was that tingling in my penis?
'Mmmm...' She opened her eyes again. 'I've gotta turn over now; while you're here could you put some lotion on my back for me?'
I was pissed. 'Shelly, listen, I didn't come up here to be you personal assistant! I've only got so many hours of workable light to work with here!' But as I spoke, she turned over on the blanket on to her stomach.
'C'mon, Steven, It'll just take a minute...' as she spoke, she reached up and undid the clasp the held her bikini top together at the back. The straps fell at her sides and I could see a good bit of her large breasts pressed against the blanket underneath her. I knelt there on my knees, staring down at my sisters near-naked body; the only thing barely covered was the crack of her ass. To my amazement, I realized that I was developing a real old fahsioned hard-on in my pants; I was glad Shelly was on her back and wouldn't notice it. In a daze, I saw myself reach for the oil; I could not resist.
I protested, but just for show. 'I'll do this, Shell, but this is it. I've got to work today'. I poured the oil into my hand started rubbing it over her back. It was warm and slippery and it turned me on even more. Her skin was flawless from her neck to her toes. I was enjoying every second of this; sure she was my sister, but how many times did I have the opportunity to give such a hot piece of ass an oil massage?
'Don't miss any spots,' she said as I rubbed. I was careful not to get too close to her ass or tits, but then she said 'Do my legs, too...' and I noticed that she had spread them ever-so-slightly; the shape of her pussy was clearly visiblt through the fabric of her thong. 'You don't want me to burn, do you? 'I rubbed the oil over her soft-but-firm thighs and stared at that spot like a zombie. In a flash, she turned over.
'Oh!!' she shouted; sounding half-hearted, and twisted at her waist and turned almost completely over. 'What was that! A bee! Steven! A bee!' My surprised eyes were riveted as her enormous breasts were exposed to me. Her nipples were huge and hardened. Her magnificent tits swung left and right as she looked around for this 'bee' or whatever had 'startled' her; but I had seen nothing. She feigned embarassment and tried to cover her boobs with one hand, barely covering her big nipples. 'Steven!!' she said, glaring at me, the anger in her tone equally phoney. I caught myself and tore my eyes away from her mammoth hooters and blushed. She lifted her sunglasses so I could see what she was looking at: the bulge in my shorts.
'Jesus Christ, Shelly! Don't be pissed at me! I'm sorry!I didn't do anything wrong! Man! I'm going to get to work now...God'! I got up and stormed away.
Back on the flat rock, I sat trying to concentrate on art for some time, unable to get the mental image of my sisters fabulous naked boobs out of my mind. The embarassment of Shelly catching me staring at them had killed my erection immediately, but she had seen it...she had wanted me to see her tits and she wanted me to know she had seen my erection. I was pretty confused as I grappled with conflicting emotions and feelings. About an hour later, I had a few sketches done and was working on a color study of the forest below when Shelly appeared.
'Hey. You're not mad at me, are ya? I'm not mad at you.' she asked.
'I'm not mad. Just...embarassed,' I replied. She was still clad only in the two-piece. Her body shined in the sun.
'Well, don't be. It wasn't you fault. No big deal. You know how I am with bugs. Hey--can I see what you've done?'
I showed her what I had. She oohed and ahhhed. Truth is, I was still pissed that she had trapped me into that embarassing scene.