Summer Breeze: Lydia and Lester

All characters are at least 18 years old.

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"Splash!"

Lydia pushed herself out of the pool. Her tiny red bikini merely covered the most private parts of her body. Lydia didn't mind displaying her curvaceous body in public. She walked to the plastic chaises on the grass and settled on one of them. The young woman gathered her drenched hair, squeezed it, and dabbed it with the not-so-dry beach towel.

It was a hot summer day, but the summer breeze could not lower the heat. Lydia quickly reapplied sunscreen after dabbing herself dry. She didn't want any sunburn on her silky, smooth skin.

"Hey, Lester," she asked her younger brother, who was lounging on a plastic chaise beside hers. "Can you help me out?"

Lester was tall, well over six feet; his chest was broad, and his arms were the size of Lydia's thighs. He had dark blond hair and a chiseled chin, unlike Lydia, who was petite in height but had unbelievable curves. She also had a voluminous blond curl, like her brother Lester's wavy blond.

"What?" Lester answered. He wasn't very pleased being bothered by his sister.

"Can you put sunscreen on my back," she said, begging, "Please...!"

Lester sighed, his eyebrows knitted in the center. He was having a nice little nap under the sun. It may be hot, but it felt good. He just didn't want to get up at all. But Lester knew his sinister sister always liked to meddle in everything. And if he doesn't do what she asked for, he knows Lydia would make a scene of it.

Lydia lay on her stomach, showing her bare and unblemished back. Her bikini top was on the grass next to her. The bikini bottom tucked in between her supple buttocks. Lester squeezed a smidgen of sunscreen on his hands and took a deep breath before dabbing on her back.

Her skin was a bit chill but silky smooth. She shivered once when Lester put his hand on her shoulders. He rubbed gently with his hands from her shoulders, then slowly moved down to her mid-back. He stopped himself from dabbing any further south. The young woman's supple, round ass wasn't far away from his hands. They're like porcelain, white, shiny, and round. He gulped. His throat was a bit dry. It wasn't easy not to be attracted to such a beautiful curve.

"Done!" Lester said quickly, trying to turn away from his allusive sister.

"Lester," Lydia spoke with a raunchy voice that stirred a response in his body. "Do you mind giving me a massage?"

The young man hesitated. He knew his sister was up to something but didn't know what she was up to.

"Please?" She begged softly.

Lester sighed and started rubbing her back. He didn't know how to give a back massage. All Lester knew was just rub and knead and nothing else. He tried not to rub anywhere else, only her shoulder. And just her shoulders. He dared not to move his hands nor his eyes anywhere else on Lydia.

"Lower, please." Lydia moaned in pleasure and then directed Lester to rub lower on her back.

"Mmmh... yes..." Lydia moaned again as Lester worked on her upper back. "Lower, lower... uhm... yes... keep going." Her moans tickled his desire, something he had fancied for years. Something he had in his mind about his sister. No one could resist a gorgeous woman like Lydia. Not even her blood-related brother. She had freckles across her nose and cheeks, and her lips were lush and pillowy with the color of burgundy wine, which made Lester long for a sensual kiss on those pulpy lips.

"Mmmh... yes...," Lydia continued her enticing moans. "Lower, Lester, Lower." His hands followed her instruction on its own. But in his head, full of carnal lust, raw and insatiable. He wanted to thrust his hard veiny cock deep inside Lydia's ass.

Somehow, he woke himself up from his trance. He took a deep breath, subduing the turbulence as he pushed himself from the comely body.

"What's the matter?" A saccharine and racy voice faintly reached his ear. Two soft, tender hands wrapped around his chest from behind, and her fingers started tickling his nipples. Lester felt two pieces of flesh pressed against his back.

Lester had seen those two ample bosoms before. He had caught her masturbating in the living room several times. They were the most fantastic thing he had ever seen before. Ever since, whenever Lester was having sex with his girlfriends, his sister's bouncing bosoms will appear in his mind.

Lydia slowly slid her hand from Lester's chest down into his toned abs, examining his muscled frame, inch by inch. His skin sizzled where her soft palms rubbed against his body.

"Look at you," she continued whispering in his ear and quipped, "all flush and shy. You had seen everything before. And now you ain't dare to touch my ass?"

Lester gulped a great lungful of the summer breeze, hoping it would calm down from the excitement. But it didn't do what he expected. The stir continued in his groin. A huge tent bulged in his swim trunks.

Lydia smirked, letting half of her mouth turn up. She knew all along that Lester was spying on her when she was pleasuring herself. This excited her. She had more pleasure while he was watching her masturbate. She always knew she had an exhibitionist tendency. The feeling of being watched excited her, especially by her brother.

"I... I..." Lester flabbergasted and faltered. She knew that he was spying on her. Her younger brother was spying on her.

"Don't you like me?" Lydia's lips touched his ear, and her tongue skillfully stroked his earlobe. "We can do more... you know..." she quipped.

His chest rose and fell tumultuously. Lydia started wiggling her body, rubbing her bosoms on his back. He felt one side of his brain was screaming, 'Get away, get away, get away.' But the other side kept saying, 'Turn around and do her, do her, do her!'

Lydia moved her hands down on his family jewel. She pulled it out from his trunks. Under the sun, a veiny, monstrous schlong revealed itself. The summer breezes woke him up from his moral dilemma.

"Lydia... please," Lester tried his best to keep his mind straight and shouted out loud, "You're my sister!"

"Only by blood!" Lydia chuckled. She moved her hands on his cock, thick and hard. It's enormous. Her hands were merely able to encircle it all at once. Lydia rubbed gently, moving up and down from the root of the prank and up to the narrow tip, tickling the two balls at the root, then dabbing it along the way, moving back up to the head. A clear juice zipped out from the slit on the tip of the monster's head. "It's so big, Lester!" She said with a lewd grin.

"Please stop!" Lester said it in a voice mixed with irritation and gratification. The immorality enhanced his sensual desire. His sister is stroking his cock, half-naked!

Lydia laughed breathily and gleefully at Lester. She pressed her body tighter against his back so she would have more grip on the monstrous anaconda. One hand stroked the body of the veiny snake, and the other engulfed the dick head, nuzzling it with every part of her hand.

She could feel Lester's heart start to pound faster. His body flushed, and he started panting heavily. Lydia blew into his ear, then licked and sucked his earlobe from time to time, stirring more excitement to Lester. And the most important of them all, he's not resisting Lydia at all. Or couldn't he?

"You know you want it," Lydia whispered, "why are you holding yourself back?"

All of a sudden, Lester shivered dramatically. A muffled groan escaped from his clenched mouth. A load of white fluid erupted from the tip of his cock. The white gluey matter completely covered his sister's hand.

"See," Lydia said softly to his ear, "look how much you had cum!"

She let go of her brother and left him alone on the plastic chaise. All by himself under the sun.

It's a steamy, hot summer day!