A few years ago I hit it big in the lottery. I took the lump payment and walked away 140 million richer. My sister Lara was pissed at me when I refused to give her the time of day, let alone one dollar of my winnings. I had never liked her husband Mike. The guy was a sleaze bag. He and I got into a huge fight one year on Christmas when I saw a hand print bruise on my sister's arm. I left him unconscious in the middle of their kitchen. I was persona non grata after that. So Lara was S O L when I won my jackpot.
I decided a nice change of scenery was in order. I did an internet search and found a nice cabin in the mountains of New Mexico on a secluded lake. The only other cabin on the lake was abandoned. I tried to buy the whole lake but the state refused my offer. One of the selling points for me was the road to the lake was so bad that unless you had a good four wheel drive it was pretty hard to get up the mountain. Of course you could always come in by float plane. I had one of those too.
Since I was relatively isolated out here I decided that modesty was no longer necessary. The only time I ever wear clothes now is when I am going to town or out hunting or chopping wood. No splinters in my wood thank you.
I had been living at the cabin for three years when Lara contacted me via email. She caught asshole Mike fucking one of the members of his carpool. Mike tried to stop my sister as she pulled out of the driveway in his Mustang GT but he was too slow. Lara was emailing from an internet cafe a few hours away from her house.
I emailed back that I was sorry for the breakup of her marriage. Sarcasm doesn't come across very well in print. Then I asked her what I could do for her, and told her to I M me. I have a nice satellite dish that doubles as my internet access. So I can still keep informed out in the middle of nowhere.
We started chatting on Yahoo and before long she hinted that she would like to stay with me for a little while. I told her that it might not be a good idea. When she asked why I told her about my nudist lifestyle at the cabin. She thought I was joking so I enabled video chat and pointed the camera at my torso. She thought I had only taken my shirt off and was trying to put one over on her. I stood up and gave her a look at what God gave me and sat down a few seconds later.
She was unable to speak or type for a little over a minute. Lara was five years younger than I was and she had walked in on me and one of my high school girlfriends screwing in the middle of the living room one day after school. That incident caused me all sorts of grief. Not from my parents, but from Lara. She constantly pestered me to let her see it after that. I was so glad when I graduated high school and joined the Navy.
Six years in the Navy was enough for me and I returned home to find Lara out of school and shacked up with dick head Mike. That first meeting with Mike was enough to piss me off. I suspected that he was hitting Lara but she wouldn't talk to me about that. My mom told me to leave her alone. My dad was off with trophy wife number two. So he had nothing to say. He had divorced mom when I was six to marry a girl barely out of high school. Then divorced her after ten years and now was married to a twenty two year old nymphette named Brandi.
Lara and Mike lived together for three more years before she forced him to marry her. I believe the ultimatum was no ring no pussy. Mike gave in because as we now know he really likes pussy. Now after seven years of marriage Lara is walking away from eleven years with an abusive pussy hound. Can you tell I hate the prick?
Mom passed away two years after Lara married Mike. Cervical cancer is a mother fucker. Mom's funeral was the last time I saw Lara. Mike never bothered to come. So it was just the two of us. Dad couldn't be bothered either.
Once Lara began to type again, she informed me that nudity would not be a problem. I told her to hang out for few while I made some arrangements for her to fly out to Albuquerque. I informed her she would be flying in the next day at four in the afternoon. That meant if we stopped for dinner it would be close to midnight by the time we got to the cabin. Her ticket would be waiting for her at the counter all she had to do was show ID and they would hand her her boarding pass.
I was waiting at the gate when I saw Lara exit the plane. She walked up and gave me hug.
"First class ticket Rob? We haven't talked since mom's funeral so I was expecting to get loaded into the baggage compartment."
"Consider it a divorce present. After all the crap he put you through over the years you deserved to be spoiled a little bit."
"So where are we going for dinner?"
"There's a steak joint I think you might like on the outskirts of the city on the way home. Do you have any checked bags?"
"No, All I own right now is what I have on."
I looked her outfit over. Hiking boots, jeans, button down blouse. I didn't see signs that she was wearing a bra but I took it for granted that she would have panties on under the jeans. She had her purse which looked like it could hold a weeks worth of laundry. But even that looked pretty deflated.
"OK then. This way."
Lara followed me out of the airport and the heat of the desert hit her. Almost forty minutes later we were seated at the restaurant and we enjoyed a couple of good steaks with all the fixings. We didn't speak much during dinner. I figured it would come pouring out soon enough. I would let her tell me at her pace. I wasn't going to push.
As we started our climb up the mountain Lara was almost asleep on the seat next to me. When The road began to get bumpy she woke up quick. It got pretty nasty in a few spots and Lara joked about a few potholes I might have missed. When I finally pulled up to the cabin she was glad the trip was over.
"It's a good thing that seat was padded or my ass would be sore right now." she said.
I opened the door and kicked off my shoes. Lara saw me get rid of my shoes and bent to take off her boots. Once she finished I began to show her around. The living room, kitchen, and dining room were all visible from where we stood at the door. One of the things I love about this place is the open floor plan. As we walked I pointed out little things she might miss. Like the outlets spaced in the floor boards so that I could change the furniture layout however I liked and not have to worry about lamp cords.
Lara loved the kitchen. She had seen pictures in a magazine a few years back and that kitchen was almost the same as mine. The dining area was just off the kitchen and included a breakfast nook along with a short bar counter and regular dining table. I think I've only used the dining table twice to eat off in the last four years. I eat most of my meals in the breakfast nook. I just love the informality of it.
"I might have forgotten to mention this place only has the one bathroom and one bedroom sis."
I showed her the bathroom and she was surprised. It has the usual toilet and counter top vanity. But the tub could double as a hot tub and the shower was big enough for four people to get in and not touch. There was also a stack washer and dryer near the doorway.
"No door on the bathroom?" she asked.
"It's never really been an issue. You are the first person I've had up here since I bought the place."
"Relax Rob. I figure if we are going to be nude in front of each other all the time out here a door on the bathroom is pretty pointless."
"Last but not least the bedroom."
I had a king size bed sitting right in the middle of the room. I also had an armoire two dressers and a small walk in closet.
"For someone who doesn't wear clothes you sure have a lot of storage space for them."
I hit a switch on the wall outside the bedroom and the house went into darkness before I turned on the lamp for the bedroom.
"Toss your purse wherever. It's time for me to hit the sack. Feel free to use the shower or tub if you need it. You can just jump in bed when you're ready."
"We're sleeping in the same bed?"
"What part of one bed did you fail to comprehend during the tour?"
"OK I get it."
I started shucking clothes while she was standing next to the bed. She tossed her purse on the low dresser and went to the bathroom. I heard the shower turn on as I drifted off to sleep.
I woke up briefly when she climbed into bed. Some time during the night we both must have moved around. When I woke up we were lying in spoons with Lara up against my back. Somehow her left hand and mine had clasped in the night and our fingers were laced together. I decided to wait for her to wake up on her own. I didn't want to wake her up when I crawled out of bed. I knew she would be coming to grips with what Mike had done and would need all her rest when that happened.
I felt Lara kiss the back of my neck. Then she did it again. I gently squeezed her fingers and Lara spoke. "How long have you been awake Rob?"
"About two minutes. How was the shower last night?"
"Absolutely the thing I needed. I was in those clothes for three days without a bath you know."
"You up for breakfast?"
"Just coffee thanks."
I jumped out of bed and Lara watched as I walked out toward the kitchen. As the coffee started to brew she came walking out. For the first time since she was five I was looking at my sister nude. I must admit Lara has a fantastic body. Her legs are toned and tanned. Her hips have just the right amount of curve for me. I'll try to sneak a look at her ass later but I'm sure that it's magnificent if her legs are any indication. Her stomach is still flat with a bit of definition. Her pussy is shaved completely. Finally her tits. They are round and firm. the nipples sitting high and proud. I can see that her nipples are erect. I wonder if that's because of the newness of being nude for her or if it's something else.
Lara blushes a little when she realizes I'm checking her out.
