Note: This story contains sexual encounters between siblings, in case that's not your thing.
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"Just got to the house." My sister text me while I was waiting on my Uber from the airport. "This place looks amazing!"
"Awesome." I shot back. "Weather looks like it'll be hot and sunny all week."
Just then, I saw the car I was waiting on pull up to the curb outside the arrivals exit. I waved to the driver and picked up my duffel bag to make my way over to him. I was climbing into the back seat when my phone buzzed again.
"You almost here?" My sister wrote.
"Just landed." I wrote back. "Getting in the Uber."
As the car pulled onto the airport expressway, I caught a glimpse of the surrounding landscape of South Florida. Sunshine and palm trees as far as the eye could see. I opened my phone's camera, switched it to selfie mode, then snapped a photo of myself with my sunglasses on with the lush Floridian landscape zooming by window behind me.
"This definitely beats being stuck back home in Massachusetts for spring break." I wrote to my sister and sent her the selfie.
Several minutes later my phone buzzed. I opened my sister's text and gasped audibly.
"Everything okay?" The driver of the car said in a thick Cuban accent and glanced back at me in the rearview.
"Uhh..." I stammered, almost unable to take my eyes off my phone. "Yea, I'm good. Sorry."
The driver shifted his attention back to the expressway and I looked back down to my phone screen to see the selfie my sister sent me. The very provocative, very revealing selfie. My sister was laying on a poolside lounge chair, the picture taken from above her featuring her smiling face, and a deep and vast canyon of her cleavage created by her large, natural breasts stuffed into a few-sizes-too-small purple string bikini top.
"Wait until you see the pool." She wrote.
I wasn't used to seeing my sister like this, with this much skin exposed. The truth was, my Melissa was and always had been very self-conscious about her body. Whereas I had taken after our father physically, tall and athletic, my sister had taken after our mother, short and...let's say... curvy. Growing up, she had always been my chubby little sister, struggling with her weight and hiding herself under ill-fitting clothes and baggy sweats.
I'd seen my sister in a bathing suit before, on family vacations to the beach, but she always wore a basic black one piece that was sure to cover as much of her body as possible. Even then, when she wasn't in the water she typically wore a beach wrap around her waist to hide her slight belly, shapely ass, and thick thighs.
"New swim suit?" I wrote back. I wasn't sure what else to say. "Nice bazongas" seemed a little inappropriate for a brother to comment to his sister.
Besides, my sister had always been a massive nerd, with little-to-no sexual experience. I was pretty sure she was still a virgin. There's no way she meant the photo to be sexual in any way, she was way to innocent and naive for that.
Still, I couldn't help but stare at the revealing photo throughout the ride to the house-- my sister's meaty tits pressed together front and center. The more I stared, the more I could feel myself getting turned on. I squeezed my thighs together and felt a surge of pleasure pulse in my half-hard cock. Yep, I was horny all right.
But for my sister?
No way, I told myself as I finally turned my phone off. It had just been too long since I'd gotten laid, anything would turn me on, I rationalized.
"Yea." She wrote back. "You like?"
"Very nice." I said, then forced myself to put my phone away. This was getting a little too flirty.
A half hour later I got out of the car in front of my Uncle's house. It was large, way larger than our parents' house in New England, a "McMansion" on a private cul-de-sac of other McMansions. Each house only slightly different than the one next to it, each painted some gaudy shade from the same palate of pastels.
It was spring break for Melissa and I. I was a college junior in New York, and she was in her freshman year in Boston. Rather than spend the week freezing our asses off at our house, our rich uncle had been kind enough to let us know that he and his fourth wife were going on a week-long cruise and offered up his house to us for the week.
"Come get some sunshine!" He'd said in his email to Melissa and I. "Wouldn't you rather a week by the pool than the cold rain up there?"
It didn't take either of us much more convincing than that, and our parents were not only okay with it, but even offered to help us pay for airfare to get to Florida.
I took a moment to soak up the sunshine and the warm air before shouldering my bag and heading into the house. The entryway let into an airy, high-ceilinged living room where everything was white. The walls were white. The couch and furniture, white. The rug, pure white. I slipped off my shoes, dropped my bag by the door, and made my way through the white kitchen towards the back.
"Holy shit." I said to myself as I stepped through the sliding door to the secluded, fenced-in back yard to see the expansive in-ground pool. I caught sight of my sister laying there in a lounge chair soaking up the sun in her purple bikini.
"Scottie!" She said when she turned her head and saw me walking towards her.
In an instant, she got up and was skipping giddily towards me and I had stop. As she stood, I could see that her bikini bottoms were even more skimpy than the top. I tried not to gawk at the small purple triangle covering her mound, the thin string ties in bows around her wide hips.
My sister laughed and her heavy tits bounced as she skipped over to me and threw her arms around me in a big hug.
"I'm so glad to see you!" She gasped and pulled me tightly against her.
I could feel the heat of her sun-soaked body through my t-shirt and jeans, and as I naturally wrapped my arms around her waist to hug her back, I couldn't help but noticed how warm, soft, and sensual the exposed skin of her back felt against my hands. As we held each other for what felt like a full minute, I could again feel my cock throb in my pants. Unsure of what that was about, I made sure to keep my hands at the small of her back, though my mind wondered what it would feel like to take a handful of her ass.
For fuck's sake, I thought, chastising myself. Cut it out you pervert. I really needed to get laid, apparently. I wondered if I could sneak away to my guest bedroom long enough to rub one out. I needed to get some release so I could stop thinking sexual thoughts about my sister.
"Are you drinking?" I asked when I spotted what looked like a can of hard seltzer by her chair.
"Yea." She giggled. "He left us a whole fridge full of them."
"Interesting." I smirked.
"Go put your swimsuit on and join me." Melissa said as we let go of each other.
"Umm," I hesitated. "I was actually thinking about taking a nap."
"Nooooo!" My sister pleaded, taking hold of my hand as if to keep me from leaving her alone. "Come on, hang out with me. I've missed you."
"Okay," I acquiesced. "Fine." I'd have to jerk off later, maybe in the shower before dinner, I thought.
"And grab a few more drinks on your way back out!" She said after me.
I went back inside and carried my bag up to one of the guest rooms to change into my swim trunks. As I changed, I glanced out the window to find that I had a view over the backyard and the pool. Standing there naked, I found myself staring down at my sister. She was back on the lounge chair, only now she was on her stomach and I could see that her bikini bottoms were actually a thong and her entire round, shapely ass was on display.
"Wow." I heard myself say out loud.
My hand drifted down to my exposed cock and I ran my fingertips along its sensitive length. I could feel myself getting hard as I stared at my sister's ass, the thin slip of purple bathing suit outlining the tops of her cheeks and disappearing deep between them.
Cut it out. I thought and forced myself to turn away. I took several deep breaths and did my best to stuff my erection into my shorts and wedge it down between my legs.
I stalled a bit more for time by inspecting the kitchen. Typical of our uncle -- who definitely fancied himself the "cool uncle" -- the pantry was full of food and the fridge was full of alcohol. I grabbed two cans of seltzer and headed out to the back.
"That's quite the swimsuit you have there." I couldn't help but comment as I came back outside and laid my towel out on the lounger beside my sister's. "I didn't think you owned a bikini."
"I didn't." She smiled over at me. "I got it special for this week."
"I see." I said, simultaneously wanting to talk more about it but also not wanting to dig too deeply.
