Sole Sister

TRIGGER WARNING FOR READERS: I have discovered that shaved vs. natural pussy is a highly contentious point for some readers. (I am personally agnostic on this issue.) For those of you who are all in for team natural, this is NOT your story. The lead female has a freshly waxed pussy, and this is a significant plot point in the action. I have published numerous other stories here on Literotica where the lead female is au naturel. [Additional note: This is sightly expanded from the initial submission of this story.]

SOLE SISTER

Julie takes one for The Team

Ron Ehrs

It was the middle of June, and we were heading out for a one-month vacation at the summer house we had been going to since childhood. Normally, Mom and Dad would come with us, but Dad had hurt his hip and Mom wanted to stay home and take care of him.

That left just me and my brothers, Tom, Rick, and Hal, and a chance for us to be alone together for the first time in a long while. Tom had graduated from college a year ago and was working as a teacher and serving as coach of the high school football team. Rick had just graduated from college, with a degree in finance. He already had a job as a loan officer lined up with a local bank starting in the fall. I had finished junior year, and Hal was a year behind me. All of us went to State, which was only about an hour from home and the tuition was relatively affordable.

In his connection to football, Tom was following in Dad's footsteps. Dad had been captain of his high school football team, and Mom had been a cheerleader. Dad had brown hair, Mom was blonde. I was the only other blonde in the family. All of us ended up being pretty athletic, and we tended to enjoy touch football and other sports when we got together.

I'm not sure if my parents had intended to have us in such short order, but it meant that we were all very close and enjoyed each other's company.

When my oldest brother was born, they named him Thomas after Dad's father. Then, when he discovered that he was about to have a second son, Dad lobbied with Mom to name him Richard. I'm not sure she saw his plan -- that was, if they had a third son, to name him Harold. That way, his sons would be Tom, Dick, and Harry. Not Dad's brightest move, and my brothers messed up his plans by deciding on their own what to call themselves.

When I was born, Mom took over and named me Julia. Boring old-lady Julia. My mother didn't have a lot of imagination, but it's okay. I'm fine with it. Besides, my family and most of my friends call me Julie.

* * *

The summer house we were going to was located next to Lake Sastoon, in a very scenic area about a three-hour drive from home.

We were taking Mom's large SUV for the trip; it was the only car that was big enough for all of us and our stuff.

It took us a while to pack everything into the car, so we didn't take off until mid-morning.

Much of the trip was fast highway driving, but closer in we started traveling on local roads past a lot of small towns, many of which catered to the summer tourist trade. When we were getting close to the summer house, we stopped at Lorenzo's, a pizza place that was one of our favorite restaurants in the area. We ate a bunch of pizza, enough to serve as dinner if we got lazy about cooking.

Then we headed on to the house itself. The building fit right in with the woodsy surroundings -- cedar siding and a large wooden deck in back, looking out at the lake. The house was pretty spacious, with four bedrooms and two baths. Normally Rick and Hal would share one of the bedrooms, but with Mom and Dad staying at home, there were enough bedrooms to go around.

Since I was the only girl, they gave me the master suite -- private bath and king-size bed and a picture window looking out over the lake.

We brought in our suitcases and changed into shorts and T-shirts. Then we all headed out back to look at the lake. It was midafternoon by now; the hottest part of the day was past, but it was still warm and bright. Tom stepped forward and dipped a hand into the water. "Hey, it's not that bad. Not bad at all. I thought it was going to be a lot colder. We can go swimming if we want."

All of us loved swimming; it was one of our favorite activities during our summer vacations up here.

* * *

Tom stood up and started pulling off his T-shirt and shorts. I don't know whether Rick or Hal would have decided on skinny-dipping on their own, but Tom was kind of the leader of the group, so they started taking off their clothes too.

I was a little hesitant. I mean I didn't really mind the idea, and we had all been skinny-dipping together one night back in high school. The thing was... well... um...

A couple of weeks earlier, I had gotten myself waxed. You know, complete Brazilian hardwood. It was the first time I had done that. I was going to surprise my boyfriend, but we broke up before we had a chance to try it out. (His loss.)

After that? The late spring of a school semester is an awkward time for couples. There are exams coming up, and then you're going to leave for the summer. If you're dating someone, what's next? Are you in enough of a relationship where you want to plan to be together over the summer? Or are you just banging each other? Are you just going to go off for the summer and say, "See you next fall... Maybe."

In any case, late spring is not the time to think about starting a new relationship. If you're not dating anyone, the best thing is to just focus on exams and hope for a sex-filled summer. So, for better or worse, I ended up doing better than I expected on my exams.

With that dynamic in play, maybe it's not entirely surprising that none of us were dating anyone at this point.

And my nice waxed pussy was going to waste.

We had gone skinny-dipping this one time in high school when Rick had been taking care of the house for some neighbors who were away on vacation and told him he could use their pool. We went over in the evening and turned on the underwater lights in the pool. It was a lot of fun.

Having the four of us get naked together, with me being the only girl, had been a little weird, but since they were my brothers and we all loved each other, it mainly only seemed a little risqué. We were all still virgins at that point, so it was interesting for me to get to see my brother's dicks, and I know they all liked seeing my tits and my bush. And yes, there were a few boners involved, but mainly it was just something we all enjoyed remembering, kind of a bonding experience.

* * *

While I was standing there, the guys were already heading into the water, trying to get used to the cold. I was still trying to figure out what to do. I mean, we were all best friends and it was very much "all for one and one for all," so I shouldn't let something as minor as a wax job make a difference... right?

I stood there and pulled off my T-shirt. I wasn't wearing a bra, so I was instantly topless. The air was just cool enough to make my nipples start sticking out. That was a little embarrassing, but mainly I figured my brothers were going to notice the difference in how big my boobs had gotten. The last time they had seen them, I was in high school. They were perfectly nice in those days, and I was happy with them, but now they looked more like candidates for the centerfold of some men's magazine. Their little sis had grown up -- a lot.

None of the guys were looking at me, they were still easing into the water.

I knew I was going to be embarrassed, especially as the only girl. Getting waxed for my boyfriend -- well, among the girls I knew it was pretty common. It was the new normal for a generation that had grown up with online porn. But here, with my brothers, it did feel kind of out of character for a family vacation. Was that the image of me I wanted them to have?

Did it matter? These were my brothers. It was family. Everything was as it was. Besides, I was loving seeing their dicks. So why should I worry about them seeing my tits and my pussy, whatever I may have done to it? No big deal. People went skinny-dipping all the time. That's what lakes and summer were for.

My brothers still weren't looking back at me. Maybe if I took off my shorts really quickly and got into the water at least up to my waist, they might not notice -- at least for a while.

I pulled off my shorts and stood there naked. The fact that my bush was gone made me feel extra naked. Peeled. Going skinny-dipping with my brothers wouldn't have been any big deal normally, but right now it felt as if I was flashing them all, like some female chimp in heat.

You know how when you hear the word "pussy," you think of something warm and furry -- you know, like covered with a nice soft bush. You can pet it and it purrs. Take the bush away, and you have something completely different, something alien and freakish. You know, what the hell is that? The warm and friendly "pussy" morphs into pure, ravenous "cunt."

* * *

I hadn't had time to get into the water when my brothers turned around to see where I was. When they saw me naked, they all stared. They must've seen my boobs, but all three of them were staring open-mouthed at my pussy. "Oh my God, Julie, when did you start doing that?" "Wow. That is hot." "Are you trying to turn us all on?"

In spite of how cold the water was, their cocks were beginning to grow. Hey, this was definitely not about that sort of thing, goddammit! This was just about skinny-dipping -- you know, being au naturel in nature together. This was not about being a bunch of degenerates!

"We did this before in high school," I said. "No big deal, remember? What the fuck? You guys aren't hiding your dicks. What's wrong with you? Maybe I should just go back into the house."

I was feeling like I should cover up with my hands. I was definitely feeling my nakedness. This was supposed to be just a family thing. Why was I feeling so self-conscious? What happened to the idea of just skinny-dipping? Holy shit.

Suddenly it seemed as if there wasn't any way to make everything not be all about my pussy, or rather my naked cunt. It seemed like I could feel it waving and yelling, "Hey, look at me, over here, look at me!"

* * *

"Hey Julie, it's okay," said Tom, trying to salvage the good mood we had all been in before. "We don't want you to leave. We want you with us. We're sorry. We won't say anything else."

I loved being with my brothers, and I didn't want to have to leave if I could help it. I got into the water and started wading out to where they were.

By the time I got out there, the water was more than waist-deep, so I felt a little less self-conscious. Tom and Rick decided to race out to the floating dock.

While I stood there watching them swim, Hal came up behind me and put his hands over my boobs. "Guess who." Not only were his hands on my boobs, but I also felt something bumping up against my back.

I turned my head and saw him. "Oops," he said, "I was supposed to put my hands over your eyes, not your boobs, wasn't I?"

This was true, but if so, why were his hands still holding tightly onto my boobs?

I know you're figuring this is the moment when I gently but firmly removed his hands from my boobs. I didn't. Maybe I kind of forgot? Anyway, no need to get all snippy about a perfectly innocent mistake, right? I mean no harm done. And his hands were keeping my boobs warm.

My nips were definitely sticking out, but that was natural, given that the water was a lot colder than Tom had made us think. And Hal's hands did seem to press harder against my boobs, so I guess he was wanting to keep the cold water at bay. I mean it wasn't like he was reaching down to feel my naked pussy, although that was feeling cold too.

When Tom and Rick finished their race, we all began to admit how cold the water was. We would need to try again at the hottest point in the day to really enjoy it.

I noticed that all three of my brothers' dicks seemed to have shrunk considerably when they got out. I knew there were a lot of jokes about guys and cold water, and it certainly appeared to be true. I couldn't tell whether they were embarrassed about their shrinkage in front of me. At least they weren't making awkward jokes about it. Maybe we were just past the whole naked thing. Thank goodness.

* * *

We went back into the cabin to dry off. Rick started a roaring fire in the fireplace and it seemed natural to just stay naked and let the fire dry us off. I loved the heat from the fire, and had no interest in having to get up to go look for warm clothes.

We sat around in a circle in front of the fire. I was beginning to feel a little less self-conscious about being the only naked girl, and sitting there naked in front of a crackling fire felt really nice. It was also nice to be able to see all my brothers naked, not really in a sexual way of course, but, you know, just in a skinny-dipping/back-to-nature way. Kind of like we were some of those hippies from the Woodstock movie.

Tom made a pitcher of margaritas and handed us all drinks. I don't know how much tequila he used, but they were way stronger than I was expecting.

So, there we were...

I mean, yes, there was the hippie, back-to-nature thing. But as I sat there, I also realized... and this was definitely a weird idea... I was enjoying being naked a lot. Despite my protestations to myself about how innocent this all was, the situation was sliding way beyond wholesome into the worst sort of taboo territory. So why was I feeling so damn turned on?

The thing was, I was loving sitting there with my tits out, for all to see -- for my brothers to see -- feeling the weight of them hanging here, not hidden behind T-shirts or sweatshirts or anything else. Feeling the hardness of my nipples as they surveyed the scene. And now, rather than being embarrassed, I was loving how naked my pussy was. I had no interest in closing my legs, I wanted it on display. Right or wrong, I was radiating sex. I was a sex candle, casting out a glowing light. I had never felt sexier in my life.

The fire was bright enough that everyone could see everything. My nipples were sticking out, and the nakedness of my cunt was in full view. As the fire warmed everyone up, all three brothers seemed to have recovered, and were sitting there with full-on boners. Like me, they had no interest in hiding anything; each one seemed to want to make sure I could see. My brothers were all flashing me. It was like a mini-forest of dicks, a parade of dicks -- and I was loving it. Damn.

* * *

Hal got up to bring over the Margarita pitcher. He refilled our glasses and led us in a toast to "A Summer to Remember."

We all quickly knocked back our drinks and set the glasses aside. That was a lot of tequila. I was leaning slightly back on my elbows, ready to get back to checking out the state of my brothers' dicks.

* * *

When Hal sat down again, he set himself down right beside me, his hip and ass rubbing against mine. Upon seeing that, Tom, on my other side, scooted over so he was rubbing against me too. Rick was sitting straight across from me, staring fixedly at my tits and my cunt. Without really thinking, I found myself opening my legs slightly wider to give him a better view.

Meantime, Tom and Hal both reached over and each of them took one of my breasts in their hand.

Nobody was saying anything. Time had stopped.

We sat there, absorbing this weird situation. I realized that, somehow, I now had a hard dick in each hand.

When were we all going to come to our senses, stop looking at whatever we were looking at, let go of whatever we were holding onto, and get up and go get changed and go out for dinner somewhere? That was the plan, wasn't it?

Right now, that looked like the least likely option. Something was going to happen, but what... and how?

What did I want? This whole situation was totally freaking me out. Here I was with my three brothers, all of them with their dicks totally hard because of me. And me with my nipples feeling like they were getting ready to explode and my cunt almost gushing. The outer lips of my cunt had pulled open and everything was swollen and bright and pink and shiny with my juice. It was like I was totally eager for an orgy, but absolutely none of this should be happening. Didn't they remember who I was? Who they were? We should all be in a restaurant somewhere, having a nice dinner and making plans for what to do the next day.

Instead, my brothers were all looking at my naked pussy -- their sister's cunt -- and clearly wanting to eat me and fuck me and do any other perverted thing they could think of. I was their sister, dammit. What the hell was wrong with them?...

And there I was, flaunting everything, encouraging them in every way I could. What the hell was wrong with me?

* * *

I had two dicks in my hands. I shouldn't have any! My other brother was leaning forward, gaping at my open, wet, totally naked pussy. Why didn't I just shut my legs?

Why the hell had I waxed my pussy anyway? If I had still had my bush, maybe none of this would've happened. I would've been covered up -- at least sort of. It would've looked innocent and wholesome, perfectly natural, not like some open-house, open-bar invitation. Maybe it would have been like the night we went skinny-dipping in high school. Good old-fashioned family fun.

Look, I was definitely turned on. Probably more turned on than I had ever been. I felt like I was in some state where I was melting or something. I just wanted... I wanted everything. I felt ready to be served up as the centerpiece of some satanic ritual, complete with an ancient bonfire.

Part of me was still screaming to leave now, to run, to head outdoors and hide somewhere. Let this madness pass. But was moving. At least not in terms of me trying to get up or get out.

No, what was moving...was my hands. On my brother's cocks. And my hips, moving my naked pussy up and closer to my other brother's face.

It was like we had all entered some group trance. Things were just happening. It was hard to tell if we were part of it at all, or if some strange force had taken over.

My hands had been just holding my brothers' cocks, but now they seemed to be moving up and down on them and gripping them tight. My hips were pushing up insistently, trying to raise my hot cunt to reach my third brother's mouth.

Suddenly I felt a mouth sucking hard on one of my nipples. My nipple had been waiting for this, and I felt a jolt of electricity running through my body. Then, as if the other brother had been watching and felt he had been given permission as well, I felt another mouth begin to suck eagerly on my other nipple.

I had had my nipples sucked on too many times to count over the past three or so years. But always with just one partner, who could only suck on one nipple at a time, and whose best option was to switch between nipples at whatever intervals he chose. I had never been part of a threesome -- however wild I may have been, I wasn't that much of a slut.

Now, whatever notions I may have had about not being a slut had been tossed in the trash. The electricity from having both nipples sucked on at once was exploding through me, and I felt my hips bucking forward. Then I felt a mouth meet my pussy -- my completely naked cunt -- and begin sucking wildly. My clit sent a bolt of raw lightning through me.

I began thrashing wildly. "Oh shit! Holy fuck! I'm coming! I'm coming!" Every muscle in my body seemed to be losing control at the same time. I had no idea what was going to happen to me.

I had had plenty of orgasms in the past, some of them even mind-blowing. But then the guy was coming too, and it was over. This time, none of them were stopping at all. If anything, it seemed to make them more frantic and more intense, like a pack of wild animals tearing their still-living prey apart. I couldn't tell if I was having one long continuous orgasm, or an endless series of orgasms.