100% fiction. There are no underage characters in this story. All characters in this story are over the age of 18-years-old.
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I woke the next morning with a start. I drew a deep, sharp breath as my eyes popped open and struggled to focus. Birds sang carefree as they darted through the trees outside; an occasional breeze rustled the leaves. I plopped my head back down on my pillow.
'Holy shit' I thought to myself, bewildered.
'Shit, I gotta pee.' My morning reality shattered my dosing recollections. I stumbled to my bathroom. With my left hand planted firmly on my wall, I contorted myself to strike a position that would allow me to relieve myself through my morning erection. Sufficiently drained, I returned to bed.
I pulled the light sheet over me and draped my left forearm over my eyes. I replayed the previous night's events in my head. In the dozing demi-monde, full consciousness' shock and disgrace were eclipsed by the visages of my sister's body. Her hazel eyes. The neatly messy wave and tousle of her blonde-streaked brown hair. Her full breasts capped with dainty raspberry nipples and ringed with dusty cinnamon areolae. The smooth contours of her belly and waist and hips. And the dense chaos of her espresso pubic hair. My still-hard cock jolted; my hand was pulled it magnetically. Though I shouldn't be feeling this way, I did: my sister is scaldingly sexy and I'm going to enjoy being around her nude for the next few days. My cock swelled in my grasp as those words rolled through my head alongside flashes of her body. I tightened my ass and raised my hips slightly to push my cock through my grip. I dropped my pelvis with deliberance, savoring the feel of my shaft gliding through my grasp. When my ass fully rested on the mattress, I reversed, pushing my cock through my fist as I recollected.
There was a knock on my bedroom door. "Sweetie! Are you awake?"
"Fuckin' hell, sis! Every fucking time?!" I muttered to myself. I feigned grogginess. "Huh? He-, hey, Steph...yes! I'm up, I'm up. What's up?"
"Morning, Chris. Just checking to see if you were up. I brought coffee!"
She knew my weakness. One of them, at least.
I kicked the sheet off. My floating erotic world evaporated as my foot hit the floor, and decorum seeped through my skin. 'I don't care what my sister said yesterday - I'm not greeting her at the door naked with my dick hard,' I thought to myself.
"Coming...coming, coming," I called. I grabbed a bath towel off the foot of the bed and wrapped it around my waist. Smaller than a beach towel the fabric barely overlapped at the edges; this one I definitely had to hold, and there was no denying what lurked beneath. 'Fuck,' I hissed to myself. 'Well, is what it is.' I ambled to the door, wiping my secretions off my hand on the cloth as I did.
Wearing only a smile and bearing two cups and an obligatory pack of cigarettes, my sister's morning greeting echoed her arrival yesterday. She raised her arms slowly to avoid spilling and gingerly wrapped them around my torso. I wrapped my right arm around her shoulder, avoiding contact that would divulge my arousal. Her breast, soft yet substantial, pressed into my chest. My cock surged; precum leaked on my thigh.
"Good morning, Sweetie. So good. To. See. You," she accentuated as she hugged me. Her breast felt warm against my chest. Her hair, in morning disarray, had an airy floral and herbal fragrance. I apprehensively slid my right arm down to her waist; my left hand gripped my terry wrap tightly.
"Morning, Sis. How are you? How'd you sleep?"
"I'm great, Sweetie. Huh! Did I sleep well! May I come in?" She said as we broke. It was then I noticed a curiously alluring beauty mark fixed in her cleavage.
"Uh, yeah. Please." I trailed her in, my eyes fixed on the swish of her hips and her bountiful ass. "Thanks for the coffee," I said, retrieving the cup she set for me on my bureau.
"You're welcome, Sweetie. It's so beautiful and relaxing out here," she said breezily as she spun to sit in the rattan chair in the corner of my room. Her breasts jiggled subtlely but captivatingly. I found myself hesitantly, fleetingly but unquestionably ogling my sister's tits. "Daddy said you don't come out here as much anymore," she advanced the conversation, crossing her right leg over her left, obscuring much of her bush; only the upper edge of her hairline was visible above her thigh. 'All for the better,' I thought to myself.
"Yeah, well, a lot of the kids I grew up with have moved away so I don't really have friends here anymore," I revealed as I perched on the edge of my bed, sipping my coffee.
"Oh that's a shame. I wish I could get out here more."
"Yeah, it's still nice to come out here every once and awhile to get away from everything."
"It sure is." There was a pregnant pause. "Sounds like you've been making the most of your stay," she said provokingly, looking over the edge of the mug as she brought it to her lips.
Though I wasn't quite sure what she meant, my stomach still sank and I felt my face ruddy.
"I'm sorry?" I quizzed warily, skulking behind my mug.
"Daddy was just saying that you've really blossomed in enjoying your personal freedom here, particularly when Anne's away."
"Oh," I lowered my guard. "Uh, yeah, I suppose."
"And in exploring your sexuality," she proffered.
"Oh, geez," I stammered, choking on a mouthful of coffee. "Do I even want to know how that came up in conversation?"
"I was just asking Daddy about you, how you're doing..."
"Uh huh. Aaaaaaand...my sex life came up?" I asked suspiciously.
"Daddy was saying that you had grown comfortable in being nude around the house and around him, even if you popped a boner," she motioned in the direction of my groin with a wagging index finger.
Feelings collided within me. I blanched at the thought of my dad and my sister discussing my walking around the house naked - and hard, at that - while I chuckled inside at the absurdity of my 33-year-old sister using a phrase like 'popping a boner.'
"Ugh, geez. I mean, yeah. I guess so," I admitted bashfully. My body went cold. I'm certain I blushed again. "I mean, it was just us guys around here, so...," I strove to justify.
"Well, I don't want you to feel you need to cover up just because I'm around. Remember: he's my daddy too." My sister leaned over to pat my knee. I watched her breasts gently sway. Her nipples hardened; my mouth went dry. I'm certain my eyes saucered.
"What do you mean?" I asked, suspect but pointedly curious.
"It means Daddy encouraged me - and Georgie - to be free to explore and express."
"Huh. Really?" I asked, my curiosity swelling.
"Mm hmm," she confirmed with a nod. Her breasts shimmied. Her chest ruddied slightly. Her nipples twisted and rose further.
"Huh. I did not know that. But I guess it makes sense. I mean, Dad has always gone around nude for as long as I can remember. Makes sense that he'd have been no different around you two."
"See? That's why I told you last night, you don't have to be bashful around me. You're not the only brother I've been around. I know what boys' bodies do, especially around your age. No surprises, so nothing shocking."
"Oh? And what do 'boys' bodies' around my age do?" I asked needlingly.
"Well, you're pretty much horndogs!"
"Ha! Yeah, that's true," I replied. She had called my bluff, and my cock stirred in response.
My sister shifted her gaze to her own knees. "It's too bad that it can fade," she observed wistfully. It was becoming clear that this visit's purpose was for my sister, who had recently divorced, to bare her skin as a path to cleanse her soul. My heart sank for her.
"I need a cigarette. Mind if I...?"
I hemmed aversely. "Would you mind lighting up outside?"
"That's fine. Join me?"
"Sure."
She rose and I let her lead. My eyes were yanked to her pubic thicket as she walked by. Her curls spun and poked and corkscrewed off her mound just beneath the smooth curve below her navel. I stared wrongfully but carnally.
"And have mercy, would you get rid of the towel already? You're starting to make ME feel uncomfortable!" She chided as she strode by.
My arousal had sufficiently subsided that I felt I could drop the towel without making a lecherous display of myself. My cock nonetheless felt plump as it hung. My scrotum, overheated under the towel, clung uncomfortably to my thighs.
My bedroom was a separate structure off the main house, and between the two was a small, secluded courtyard. My parents had decorated it with a small fountain and a couple of chairs. This is probably the first time the chairs had ever been used.
My sister sat as she had in my room, legs crossed but her shoulders broad; an alluring by-product is that it jutted her breasts forward. She lit her cigarette, took a long drag then, tipping her head back, exhaled skyward. "There. Isn't that better?" She queried as I stepped outside as nude as she.
Knowing my sister was looking at me reinvigorated my cock, which I could feel starting to pulse and rise. But knowing she was looking at me, I inferred a tacit approval to look at her. I sipped my coffee as my eyes drank her body: her ample breasts, the contours of her abdomen, the indent of her navel. I was mesmerized how one nipple became erect and its areola puckered around it while the other was unperturbed, the nipple barely a bump and the areola wide and flat and smooth.
Circling my hands around my mug, I leaned in, sheepishly. "Hey, sis, can I ask you something?"
"Of course." She took another drag.
"Soooooo, last night. Was that...?" I struggled how to ask without sounding accusatory. "What was that?" I squinted dubiously.
"Daddy had already gone to bed and I don't know where you keep the bulbs, and I didn't want to be fumbling around the house."
"No, not that part. I mean, after...I changed...the bulbs."
"I knew what you meant, Sweetie." She grinned mischievously as she blew smoke from the corner of her mouth. "If you mean, did I have some devious plot to try to seduce you or something, using the light bulbs as some ploy to lure you to my room?" I looked at her wide-eyed and nodded subtlely in the affirmative. "I can assure you: no," she said resolutely. I was relieved. She took another drag on her cigarette.
"But if I can confess something," she continued, now her turn to look sheepish, "I had a flood of feelings when I pulled your towel off." I started to feel weird and uneasy. "Not about you, specifically" - that put me at ease - "just, it was nice seeing a display of any kind of desire." She looked to her right as she flicked her ashes onto the small garden stones that decorate the courtyard. A sad pall colored her voice.
"Marriage that bad?" I queried.
"You have no idea, Sweetie," she proclaimed, looking from the corner of her eye. "So when I saw you, and I sensed that I had, shall we say, 'interrupted' you -"
"We are horndogs at this age, after all," I interjected snarkily. She giggled.
"It just sparked feelings - an energy - that I haven't felt in a long, long time. There are so many things I'm reconnecting with, being out of that marriage, being away from that man, being out of my clothes... It's all very liberating, and it just affected me more than I thought. I had been dead inside for so long that I finally felt free and alive." She leaned forward and put her hand on my knee again, her look sincere but her hanging breasts delectable. "I'm so sorry if I made you feel awkward. That was not my intention."
"Well, I gotta say, it was a little weird, being naked and..."
