Having the intention to seduce my sister, and having the opportunity, were two very different things. Whenever I went to her house, her mongrel of a husband was never far away, and whenever she came to ours my hubby was usually there. In any case, I really didn't want to have sex with my sister in either of our marital beds.
I don't think Marina's husband really takes much interest in what she does, but I obviously didn't want him around. I could imagine my hubby would be quite enthusiastic, if he knew what I was planning, but he'd probably want to watch, or fuck both of us and that wasn't what I had in mind.
I was planning to do some lingerie shopping, so I thought I'd suggest she came along. It wasn't really a seduction opportunity, but I thought it might get her juices flowing and remind her what a sexy piece her big sister is. She seemed to like the idea.
I collected her the following Saturday and we went out for lunch at a favourite Greek restaurant, which has a feel-good factor and always brings back good memories, then I took her to my favourite underwear shop. I knew she was unlikely to buy anything overtly sexual, I felt she was still too repressed for that, but she would surely find something she liked, and buying underwear is always a sensual experience, especially when the shop assistant is as hands-on as Helen in my local branch of Bravissima.
Helen is a short, busty woman about my age, with short hair and glasses, and she has a very business-like way about her. It can be strangely arousing when the 'business' in question is fitting my big girls into bra cups! On this occasion, I deliberately let her get even more touchy-feely with me than usual (she doesn't need much encouragement) hoping it would serve to take the eroticism up a few notches, which I'm sure it did, as she helped me adjust things, letting her fingers 'accidentally' brush across a nipple, and kneeling in front of me helping me get suspenders just right. That woman must love her job. It's always exciting going there to buy lingerie, but this time I especially enjoyed the fact that Marina was sitting in the shop, watching all this very appreciatively.
I tried on a couple of white corsets, one with suspenders and one without, a bustier - though I really don't need to be any bustier - a pair of high cut panties (loving the feeling of Helen getting the elastic around my legs and under my bum cheeks EXACTLY right) and a pair of very sexy stay-up lace stockings. I left the curtains of the changing room deliberately open, so Marina could see, and I loved it when another woman came into the shop and got an eyeful of me in a super-sexy ensemble. She leaned down to Marina and whispered 'Wow', and Marina replied proudly 'That's my sister'.
I told Helen I wanted something that would be easy to get out of - not too many hooks -- and she gave me a very knowing look.
'Mmm hm'
Soon it was Marina's turn and, as expected, she didn't put on a show. She tried on a few things - behind the curtain (boo!) - but in the end just bought a couple of pairs of very nice black lace French knickers. From what I've seen, she rarely wears skimpy briefs, probably because they are not adequate to cover her very bushy pubes. I guess we are both quite hairy Greek women, but I put quite a lot of time into keeping my bush well trimmed.
We left the shop feeling quite giddy and excited. Buying undies always does this to me and, it seems, Marina too. I was very pleased with my purchases and looking forward to modelling them for hubby. I love to get him hot under the collar like that.
I still had to come up with a scheme for actually seducing Marina though, and I decided the only way was to book a weekend away for us both. A girly weekend away, no men allowed. That was the answer. It needn't be anywhere special, or even far away, just private and 'neutral'. I would sell it to her simply as a way to get out of our everyday routine and have some time to ourselves. My treat.
I had thought long and hard about this - whether I was a bad person to consider actually having sex with my sister - and the more I thought about it, the more convinced I was that it was a good thing. Yes, it had originated from a selfish motive -- recruiting her for Chrissy's group -- but more and more, I found myself focussing on why it would be a good thing for Marina. She lived a repressed life, and experienced none of the joy of my sex life. My own discovery of all-woman sex had brought me pleasures I hadn't dreamed of before, and I wanted Marina to have some of that. I knew that, somewhere under all her layers of guilt and repression, there was a sexual creature screaming to get out. My aim was to release her.
I called her and talked about having a 'girly weekend away' and, to my delight, she loved the idea. I was soon on the hunt for a suitable venue, and it didn't take me long to find a great modern hotel not far from either of our houses, in the centre of an entertainment area, with cinemas, sports facilities, and a number of bars and restaurants. It was perfect, and I splashed out and booked a king-size double room, with an en-suite bathroom, for the very next Saturday night.
My plan was to have a couple of drinks, dinner, then a jazz bar with dancing and music, before retiring to the room for...?
The king-size room also had a super king-size bed, so we would have to sleep together. This was all part of my cunning plan, and Marina hardly raised an eyebrow when she saw it, she was too wowed by the general size of the room, and the luxury bathroom with Jacuzzi bath.
She went off excitedly to grab some nibbles and make a phone call (?) and I thought I would take advantage of the lull, to have a shower. I was so full of anticipation and excitement it was very hard not to jill -- the shower is one of my favourite places for that, but not tonight. I walked out of the bathroom just with a towel around my waist - boobs out. I thought I was going to be alone but I nearly jumped out of my skin; there was Zena, Marina's 19-year-old daughter, sitting on the sofa in a short skirt and a very well-filled boob tube. I was stunned. Standing there topless with my naked breasts quivering.
There she was, one of my biggest sexual fantasies, sitting looking at me with her eyes wide -- just as stunned as me. I quickly tried to gather myself, and asked her, rather brusquely, 'Why are you here, Zena? I mean, sorry, you took me by surprise.'
'Mum asked me to bring these over.' She said, indicating a couple of items of clothing on the bed that Marina obviously just couldn't do without.
'Only one bed huh?' she said, almost innocently, but the suggestiveness was implicit in that simple rhetorical question, and her facial expression.
'Yes, last king-size room available.' I said, trying hard to sound breezy and matter-of-fact.
But Zena wasn't really listening. She was gazing at me with a twinkle in her eye; a look of young lust.
'Penny, I love your boobs, they are great.'
'Really? I'm fond of them too.' and I lifted them up, playing with them in front of her, my arousal making me bold. My God, her nipples were suddenly showing clearly, they were so erect. Her big boobs, with those nipples, seemingly about to burst out of her top, were mouth-watering. I wanted release them from their confinement, to pull that brim-full, overstretched boob tube down to see them in all their glory, but instead, I said, cheekily, 'Are you cold Zena, or just glad to see me?' She immediately blushed and covered herself with her arms.
'Oh no, they always give me away' then, rather coquettishly, 'Do you like my breasts, Penny?
'I do, I think they are gorgeous.'
'Well one day, maybe we could discuss them. Alone?'
You could have knocked me over with a feather at that moment. I thought I had been bold, but she was one step away from seducing ME! Wow, the sexual imperative of youth. My pussy was so wet!
'Er, yeah I would love to...'
Suddenly there was a knock at the door. Marina was back, with no key because she had given it to Zena. I gave her a quick bare-breasted hug, and said 'ssshhh' as I grabbed my undies and rushed back into to the bathroom to dress. She could see me as I dropped my towel, turning and displaying my nudity to her as I slowly closed the door.
I was amazed by this little encounter with Zena. She had been just a fantasy to me, I mean, a young, beautiful, busty girl - I'd never get so much as a glimpse, but now... Now, I was confident I could seduce her, or let her seduce me perhaps? God, I was so wet. I dried myself a little with the bath towel, but I couldn't put my clean panties on in that state, so I threw on a robe, remaining naked under it, and went out into the bedroom for chat and nipples (er, I mean nibbles) and drinks.
Lots of giggles and laughs later, Zena headed home. There were many kisses goodbye, and squeezes, as she got ready to leave. She looked so beautiful and happy, and those nipples were still erect. She definitely suspected something was going on, and I think she found the whole situation quite enthralling. I bet she jilled when she got home. What an exciting thought.
It was Marina's turn to shower now, and I lay on the bed, luxuriously watching her undress. She'd had a few drinks by this point, and she was pretty chilled; completely unabashed, she walked past me naked towards the bathroom.
'You really should trim that bush' I said to her, cheekily, and she stopped, close to me, and ran her fingers through her pubes.
'I guess.'
Such an innocent action, but she had no idea what she just did to me. I gasped inside.
'I will help you if you want, then you can have a neat one, like mine' and I spread my legs to show it off.
'Penny, stop it!' she said, but I could tell she was at least a little bit titillated. She went to shower and I lay there on the bed, my pussy aflame, I was so turned on. No Penny, you can't jill.
Somehow, I contained my surging arousal and we dressed to go out. We both looked good for a couple of older babes, even if I say so myself and, after cocktails and a delicious tapas dinner at the restaurant, we found ourselves at the Jazz Bar; a place with a great atmosphere.
We watched for a while then got up to dance. It reminded me of old times, especially when we got some attention from a couple of younger guys. They weren't young, young, but we had a few years on them I'd say, and that's always flattering. We flirted a little with them; I watched one of them get very handsy with Marina and she allowed him, but only so far She knows how to tease. My guy also tried it on a little but, like Marina, I limited his advances. She watched as I allowed him to go just so far and no further. Later, at the table, she said we were being very naughty, but I laughed and said 'It's just a bit of fun, no harm done.'
'I don't get attention like that. Not for years, so I enjoyed it.' She looked a little guilty, then said in a low voice 'I could feel his cock was hard against me and I loved it!'
We burst out laughing. Oh, poor deprived sister of mine, do I have plans for you.
We went back to dancing, and of course the boys found us again. We were obviously a big hit with them. We allowed a little more flirting, but no kissing, and I could see Marina was turned on (her nipples were showing). I was also getting a little moist if I'm honest. It was nice to be desired, but we had to put a damper on their ardour in the end. They wanted more, but that was never going to happen.
We made our excuses, deflated their egos somewhat, and left, back to our hotel. We were a little giddy; there were heaps of giggles on the way back, and lots of lewd 'what if' chat. I hadn't seen my sister this buoyant for years.
Back in the room, I said 'Let's chill and have a nightcap.' I undressed right in front of her, deliberately, and slipped on my robe, then I looked at her and said 'Well? Aren't you going to slip into something more comfortable?' She looked a little unsure but did the same, still needlessly self-conscious about her body, then we reclined on the sofa and talked about the evening.
It was obvious we had both enjoyed the attention and teasing those two guys, and it had left us both with a lot of pent-up sexual tension; 'I'm so horny now' I said candidly, opening my robe. 'Didn't that make you horny Marina?'
She seemed embarrassed, but, with a wicked little smile, said 'You have no idea Penny. I haven't felt this way for ages. I have an overpowering urge to jill, right here in front of you.'
