In the forested area of upstate New York, the red sports car zoomed around the narrow paved roads. Bright sunshine glimmered off the windshield and with the top down Paul's brown hair misbehaved freely. He inhaled the fresh, mountain air, with a month off from college he looked forward to sleeping in at the family's summer cottage, not to mention fishing, swimming and home cooked meals.
He downshifted around the hair pin turn, noticed the familiar weather beaten mailboxes and pulled down the dirt road, the car's tires spewing up fine sandy dust, covering the mountain laurel and thick brush that hugged the lane. Through the trees, Paul soon saw portions of the lake. The road which ran parallel to the shoreline had been recently graded and he maneuvered the next half mile, passing by only three or four summer homes.
Between the massive hickories, Paul eased into the semi-grassy driveway, shut off the motor and stared at the rustic, two story log cabin nestled amongst a variety of shady hardwood trees. He felt right at home. Reaching for his duffel bag, he heard another welcoming sound.
"Paul!" Sherry shrieked happily from the front porch. Paul turned towards the happy voice and smiled up at his beaming young sister. Her flaming, bunched red hair was held with barrettes, cute freckles surrounded pearly white teeth and he gawked at her maturity in less than one short year.
A white halter top barely contained Sherry's ample curvy breasts and her exposed midsection glistened with a dainty belly button piercing. Below Sherry's thin waist, shapely wide hips flared out, denim shorts seemed painted on, tightly snuggling into the vee of her crotch. Long, muscular bronzed legs tapered towards bare feet and blood red painted toenails.
She bounded off the porch, arms opened, "Ya look like you haven't seen me in years!" and crushed herself against her older brother. Planting a wet kiss on his cheek, Paul hugged back, her fleshy boobs unexpectedly exciting him.
"Well...it's been awhile sis. God...I mean...you look great! How are you? How's your first year at college? I mean..." He stammered, losing himself in her soft, hazel eyes.
"It's all good...how 'bout you?" and they chattered on while walking arm in arm into the cottage. Crossing over the wide board flooring, Paul smelled the familiar cedar scents, the smoky fireplace and glanced at the mounted bass on the wall, he'd caught that whopper years ago.
"The place hasn't changed much...huh sis?"
"Nope."
"Well...the first thing I'm doing is going swimming! Well...I mean...after I let this diet coke out..." He laughed.
"Paul?" Sherry looked up at him longingly.
"Yeah?"
"I missed you."
"I missed you to sis..." gently kissing her forehead before sprinting up the wide stairs two at a time. Paul quickly changed into his trusty old cut offs and laughed at the squeaky four poster pine bed with the youthful cowboy and Indian patterned cotton sheets, some things just never change.
Running across the long, unpainted dock, Paul picked up speed and dove headfirst into the clear lake. Jolted immediately by the chilly temperature he opened his eyes to stare at the streams of sunlight filtering down through the depths of green-blue water. Paul swam out towards the floating dock, toned muscular arms knifed along the calm surface and partly out of breath plopped easily onto the dry area.
He felt secure here, gazing at the deep blue sky, away from textbooks, schedules and cafeteria food. The sun pleasantly warmed him; Paul relaxed and began thinking about Linda, a sexy unpretentious girl from school. They had dated and soon became intimate, she was eager to try almost anything, not at all bashful and in the last few weeks he'd seen a kinky side.
Paul closed his eyes and saw her. Her short black hair was matted with perspiration, lying back on the white pillowcase. Linda's cunt was very wet; her fleshy peach clasped his cock as he sawed in and out. Paul pinched her tiny nipples and she moaned, "Fuck me...hard..." long fingernails raking his shoulders.
On the dock, Paul's cock stirred within his wet shorts, Linda's eyes bore into his with pure lust, she loved nasty talk, "Do you like my big cock? Fill you up...nasty girl. God yes...you're so wet. Maybe I'll try and put this in your ass...d'ya think it'll fit?"
His prick hardened and the vision changed. Linda's cute, oval face was replaced with Sherry's. It was a pleasant change but unexpected. Sherry? Am I dreaming this? Paul's erection was now buried in his sister's quim, "Oh God...fuck me Paul...harder! I've missed your cock...so much!"
Paul's eyes fluttered open, squinting from the bright sunlight, the small lake waves lapping against the wooden dock were mesmerizing, somehow nudged Paul towards a lovely memory.
Sherry adored her older brother, they innocently explored their genitals, fondling one another and kissing. Within weeks they enjoyed mutual masturbation and the delights of oral love. In the quiet solitude of a pine forest not half a mile from here, Sherry urged Paul to take her virginity. He hesitated and she pleaded, who else would be so caring? On that wonderful afternoon, they consummated their incestuous love.
