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"Move aside!" my sister shouted. She hip-checked me, knocking me against the wall, and took my position under the water. I would have complained but the view was amazing.
You see, Olivia, my twenty-three-year-old sister, was naked. I stared at her fine ass. She turned to wet her backside and her hair, and I saw it all: her tits and pussy.
She didn't have 'Oh My God! Look at that rack!' tits. She had a nice pair: full and round with good-sized nipples centered on her breasts that pointed straight ahead. They were tanned. I learned my sister sunbathes topless!
Olivia is a good-looking woman. She's old enough that she is fully formed. She is past all the trials of puberty, like acne, budding breasts, parts sprouting hair, etc. She is a fully grown, fully mature woman.
She's comfortable with her body and has accepted the fact that this is her. This is her face. She's not movie star gorgeous; she's pretty. She's not a super sexy, dizzy blonde with blue eyes. She's intelligent and has light brown hair and warm brown eyes. Her measurements aren't 36-24-36. She's lighter up top and thicker, but not drastically so, in her waist and hips.
I've had glimpses of her breasts. I've seen her in bikinis and halter tops. I've gotten hints about the size and shape of her boobs and nipples when she was braless, like when she watched television with the family in her sleepwear.
This was the first time I'd seen her bare breasts and they were as lovely as I expected. This was the first time I'd seen her sex. It was everything I had dreamed about and more!
I expected it to be hairless. I'd seen her shaving products in the bathroom closet. What surprised and delighted me was her protruding, meaty lady lips. This may not be a fetish you share, but I don't like a neat slit.
I don't fantasize about a simple clean smooth vulva. I like women with big hanging inner labias that announce 'Yeah! This is my fuckhole. I'm a dirty girl who likes dirty nasty sex. My meat curtains will wrap themselves around your big cock and pull you inside me!'
Her dark inner lips rolled out of her vagina and looked like the cooled bumpy lava flow surrounding a volcano's opening. To me, it hinted at the fieriness of her magma chamber/vagina.
My sister didn't interfere with or try to obstruct my view. She was a woman on a mission. She was focused on her goal of getting the wood stain off her as soon as possible. She didn't care that I was studying her body or that my once limp penis had transformed itself into a colossal rock-hard erection.
"Aaaahhh!" she screamed. She looked at me with angry eyes. "Fuck!" I thought. "She's pissed I have a big old boner!" But that proved not to be the case. She was angry about the situation, not me.
"Help me!" she begged. "I've got to get this stuff off me! I'll wash my body. You clean my hair!"
She turned away from me. The water coming out of the outdoor shower head hit her body as she used the soap and scrubbed herself. I grabbed the bottle of shampoo, poured a large amount on her hair, and washed her long caramel-colored hair.
My substantial penis bumped into her sexy round bottom. That drew neither a comment nor a rebuke.
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Let me explain what's happening. My name is Peter. I'm eighteen years old and I love and have always looked up to my older sister, Olivia.
We live in Delaware. You probably don't know much about our state. For good reason, it isn't significant and never has been. Landwise it's the second smallest state in the union, and it is the sixth least populated.
Our claim to fame? We were the first state of the original thirteen colonies to ratify the U. S. Constitution. Hence our nickname, "The First State".
We live with our parents in Wilmington. Our father works for Dupont. Our mother is an elementary school teacher. Olivia and I are their only offspring.
Delaware fronts on the Atlantic Ocean. We have a couple of nice developed beaches and many places where families can buy relatively inexpensive beachfront homes in less desirable areas.
Our parents own such a place. It is in the rural southern section of the state. The family mainly uses it during the warm months, May through October.
The day I saw my sister naked was in mid-April. We'd come to the beach house to get it ship-shape. The family would be using it next month.
The temperature that day was sixty-two degrees. It was a sunny day, perfect for staining the deck. Our beach house is not large. It has two great features. One, it overlooks the beach and ocean, and, two, it has a large multi-layer deck. That's where we spent most of our time.
Olivia and I had on old clothes and tennis shoes and were applying the stain to the weathered wood. We needed a ladder for some of the work. The decorative deck started as a wall that blocked the prevailing wind. There is an upper and lower deck with railings and steps that lead to the beach.
We had started. There was a full gallon of stain sitting on the ladder's tray. Olivia was on the ladder's third step. I stood nearby. We took turns dipping our brushes into the container and painting the wall. When we'd done the upper portion, we stood on the deck and worked on the lower section of the wall.
The bucket was still on the ladder because we'd be needing the ladder to do another section of the wall.
We were kneeling and painting the lower rail. I bumped the ladder and a gallon of wood stain spilled on the both of us. That was when Olivia screamed. We scrambled away, but not before being thoroughly doused.
"Fuck!" she shouted.
"Damnit!" I groused. To hide my clumsiness, I said, "How did that happen? What a mess!"
"This stuff is gross," my sister said. She picked at her wet top and added, "It's making my clothes stick to my body. Yuck!"
"Yeah," I agreed. "What are we going to do? We can't go inside. Mom would kill us if we got this mess on her floors."
"I can't stand this sticky stuff," she said in frustration.
She began to undress. I followed her lead. We got completely naked and we checked out the other.
I enjoyed what I saw. I'm not sure how my sister felt, but I noticed that she didn't turn away or close her eyes. I saw her look at my body and my penis.
She said, "This is a water-based product. We clean the brushes with soap and water. Go use the outdoor shower to wash it off. You can go first."
In the corner up against the house was an enclosed cubicle with a shower. I went in, turned the water on, and scrubbed myself. As I cleaned my body, I remembered my sister's well-shaped breasts and shaved pussy. I got a hard-on.
I didn't notice the door opening. My sister bumped into me, causing me to crash into the house as she shouted, "Move aside!" She took my place under the outdoor shower head and said, "The stain is burning my skin. I have to get it off me!"
She wet her body. She spun slowly. The spray hit her. I ogled her. I studied and memorized all of her private parts.
She washed her body and got me to wash her hair. We spent an hour in the shower cleaning the stain off each other. I cleaned her hair, back, and butt. She did the same for me.
We were in a small one-person shower stall. There was no way to avoid contact. My erection banged into and brushed against her body. Her soft thighs, bum, and breasts rubbed against my body as we moved and exchanged positions.
Neither of us commented on or took issue with the casual contact. The only time I was rebuked was when I was washing her back and I dropped the soap. I knelt and retrieved it. As I rose to resume scrubbing her shoulders, my dick came up between her legs and bumped her pussy.
