The sun had set and though it wasn't full dark yet it was getting close. The heat was dissipated and the grime of the day was settling, the air seemed to be getting cleaner as it cooled. This and first light were my favorite time of day. That was one of the reasons that I was on the deck, bourbon in my hand and my feet on the railing. The deck was attached to the family cabin in northern Michigan. It started as a family home, my great grandparents built it when they were first married. They raised six kids in its three bedrooms and all but two left the small home and the hardscrabble farm that supported it, a great aunt who married and lived in the area and my grandfather who as the oldest boy, inherited it.
My mother and her siblings all left the area for school and because there was so little here, they stayed away for work. As the oldest of her generation, my mom got the cabin and I grew up spending much of my summers here with my mom and dad and two sisters. By that time the land of the farm had been sold and all that was left was the original home on the river but the surrounding land was free to roam and as kids, we roamed.
My father, at sixty four, is over ten years older than my mom and had been sick for the last couple of years. Because of this the cabin hadn't been used often in that time and I had come up to check on it and address any issues. When my sister Megan heard I was coming up, she had asked if she and her husband, Andrew, could come along.
Meg and her husband had two young children and hadn't had an adult vacation in over four years. I am not married nor do I have children but I could definitely understand and gladly accepted their company. It helps that, at thirty one, Meg is only two years younger than me and as a result we've always been close. I also have a younger twenty three year old sister; she was a happy surprise for mom and dad. All of us are close but being only one grade older in school, Meg and I lived and shared our teenage angst together.
I was surprised to hear the screen door open, whoever it was closed it gently instead of letting it swing shut with a slam, another sound that reminds me of summer but not appropriate in the quiet time of twilight. It had to be either Meg or Andrew and since Meg had given a lot of not so subtle hints that part of this trip was to include marital relations, anyone coming on the deck was unexpected. Hell, that's the other reason I was on the deck, alone, listening to the sounds of the evening.
Megan came around my chair and walked to the railing. She was wearing a light weight white t-shirt and white string bikini panties. The house we grew up in wasn't very large and with five people there wasn't a lot of privacy. As a result we became comfortable around each other in various stages of dress, or undress. Because of this Meg probably never thought about being dressed like she was while standing in front of me.
Meg is one of those lucky women who just seem to be destined to be slim. Even while pregnant she never put on weight, at least not anywhere but her belly. After giving birth it seemed like she just went back to her pre natal body, one day she had a big belly the next she looked like her high school pictures. I'm sure that it wasn't that simple and the fact that she was a gym teacher with a degree in exercise science probably helped.
Either way, as she stood in front of me, looking out over the yard that sloped to the river, she raised her arms up and stretched. This caused her shirt, which was only down to her hips anyway, to lift up and I was treated to an unobstructed view of her panty covered butt. It was a narrow-waisted bottom that was only partially covered owing to the fact that her underwear had ridden up, exposing a good portion of her silky smooth buttocks. I couldn't see her bare stomach but I knew that it too was a smooth, flat patch of skin.
I don't know why I took such interest in the details of my sister's body but looking at her like that I knew that something inside me had changed. It's not like she'd never displayed her body before, heck the bikini she was wearing today when we floated down the river revealed much more of her body than what I was seeing as she stretched.
It might have been because of my fetish of women in t-shirts and panties, which if you really wanted to dig into, was probably a result of seeing the women of my family in that outfit all the time while growing up. Maybe the fact that Megan had worn this outfit in the hopes of exciting her husband signifies that she thinks she looks sexy in it, which she certainly does. I'm sure that it was both of these along with the fact that I hadn't had female companionship for a long time. Whatever the underlying reason, I suddenly found myself looking at my sister in a sexual way and I didn't know what to think about that.
After her stretch she continued to lean on the rail for a few minutes and I continued to study her body. Eventually she turned and leaned with her back to the rail, giving me a new but just as sexy look. The small patch of material barely covered her pubic mound which, considering the size of the current covering along with what I saw of her bikini, was devoid of hair or nearly so. Her breasts were quite small and the only evidence of them in her loose shirt was the way her nipples poked through occasionally as she stretched and moved. Since she was out here I could only assume the cooling night air and not arousal was the cause of her erect nipples.
Meg moved to sit in the chair next to me and I was surprised to find myself disappointed that her body was no longer displayed. I couldn't believe that after all these years of seeing my sister in various stages of dress I was suddenly looking at her as a sexual being. Even as a teenage boy I never reacted like this, and not just mentally, I was shocked to feel myself physically responding. Even through the shame I continued to take furtive glances at my sister's body.
She was sitting in her chair with one leg crossed over the other and I began to think how nice they were. I couldn't see a lot of detail in the dark but I remember them from our day on the river. Her thighs were small but muscular, the toned legs of a runner. Her calves were firm and ended in a dainty little ankle, one of which was sporting a little bracelet. In my mind's eye I could picture how they were lightly tanned and so smooth.
I found myself imagining running my hand up and down her legs, then I pictured my hands sliding higher and higher and just like that I felt myself responding. Needing to take my mind of my taboo thoughts I noticed my drink was almost empty.
"I got to get a refill, can I get you anything?" I asked as I stood up, hoping it was too dark for Megan to notice my physical reaction to her outfit.
"Yeah, grab me a beer?" She answered
"Sure." I said, before heading off to the kitchen.
The cabin doesn't resemble the original house much anymore. Over the years the family as transformed it from a residence to a vacation home. As a consequence everything is orientated to the river, the open kitchen and living area are in the back and the bedrooms and bathroom are toward the front.
Setting my glass on the counter, I headed to the front of the cabin to use the bathroom. I could hear Andrews's deep breathing, indicating that he was fast asleep. The thin walls that allowed me to hear this so easily were another reason I needed to be on the deck if he and my sister were making love. After emptying my bladder I went to the kitchen where I filled my glass with ice and whisky and grabbed a beer out of the fridge.
I handed the beer to Meg and sat back down. She took the bottle and looking off into the wilderness she twisted the top off and took a swig.
"Well tonight didn't exactly turn out like I expected." She said.
"I was kind of wondering but I didn't want to say anything, after all, for all I know Andrew is quick on the draw." I said, giving a side long glance as I took another sip. Lucky I did because it allowed me to be ready for the resulting back hand.
"Shut up, you jerk." She said with a smile.
"Hey, don't take out your frustration on me." I said while mockingly cowering in my chair.
"Trust me, hitting you won't help with the frustration I have." She said. She then got quiet and looked off into the night.
It was a silence that I respected, sort of. I took advantage of her distraction to study her body a little more. The way she was sitting, slightly turned from me gave me a nice view of her bare hip and thigh. Even though I knew she wasn't naked her position made it appear that she was bottomless and in my taboo thoughts at the moment that's exactly how she was. So engrossed in imaging what her body would look like naked from the waist down that I barely noticed she was talking.
"So I guess it's happened." She said.
"What's happened?"
