I picked up my sister Sally from a party in our old neighbourhood. The morning sun was already rising ready to roast us once more in this mid-summer heatwave.
Sis came out to the car wearing a long crepe white summer dress, which was quite transparent letting me see that she had at least kept her underwear on for once.
"Good Party?" I asked.
"Not bad, a bit disappointing, I was hoping Paul King was going to be there."
Paul King, that was a blast from the past.
"I thought as he was still living in this estate he'd be at the party," added Sis.
"So that's why you've got all your goods on display," I laughed.
"Hey!" She rebuked as she struggled to cover her ample tits, cleavage and panties shining through her dress in the harsh morning light.
"I always thought you two would get together, he was always banging on about you at college."
"Really?" She cried incredulously, "You're kidding, why didn't you tell me?"
"You were surrounded by suitors at the time, why should I tell you about one more?"
"They were only after my tits and ass, Paul was different, he was a real gent." Sis mused for a while before asking, "Did he really fancy me?"
"He certainly did, he was always going on about you, he even carved his desire up in the Love tree."
The love tree stood in a little wood just opposite Paul's house. It was very easy to climb high up and many lovelorn teens climbed high into the tree and carved their hearts desire into the bark. There were many hearts with arrows through them with, "Sue and Mark" or, "Jane 4 Peter" all over the tree.
"Do you know where he carved it on the tree?" Sally asked.
"I think so."
"Let's go and see it," Sally excitedly gushed swept up in the romance times gone by.
"That was years ago, the bark would have grown over by now and anyway how are you going to climb the tree in that dress?"
"I've some trainers in the back and I'll tuck my dress into my panties."
"You will, will you," I smirked, "okay then."
We were soon climbing the tree with Sis insisting I went up first so I couldn't study her undies. "I know what a perv you are," she declared. I didn't mind because if she slipped I would be below her to catch and stop her fall.
We got high up in the tree, passing many old and some new declarations of unrequited love. Eventually, we found Pauls carving healing in the bark. 'Paul loves Sally' it simply said with three kisses etched underneath.
"That's so romantic," gushed Sally, "God, if only I knew."
I took a picture with my phone for her and started to make our way down. Sis again insisted she went first against my will.
"You could fall and this time I won't be able to catch you,"
"No, I'm going first," and off she went. I was worried as I had climbed this tree hundreds of times as a teen and knew every step to take. Sis, on the other hand, didn't. She was doing well until the last ten feet when she slipped and fell.
I breathed a sigh of relief as her dress had snagged in enough branches and twigs to break her fall and leave her tangling just three feet from the ground. I raced down and jumped to the floor and turned to see Sis dangling helplessly with her dress pulled up clear of her white cotton panties.
"Are you okay?" I asked with genuine concern.
"Yeah! Just a few scratches and wounded pride."
I looked on and began to laugh as I could see her camel toe firmly etched against the cotton of her white panties.
"Stop gawping and get me down!" She hollered as she kicked her feet and swayed slightly above the ground. She was completely helpless and I saw an Ideal opportunity to study her panties.
"Nice panties," I teased as I stood head high to her white panties sexily stretched tight over her pussy.
"Don't look you pervert!" She scolded angrily, "Just hurry up and get me down."
I laughed as she wriggled her exposed hips and kicked her legs.
"Do you remember?" I said deliberately leaving the question open.
"Never mind that, just get me down you bastard and stop looking at my undies!" She demanded.
"Hey! I don't think you're in any position to talk to me like that, apologise at once."
"Just get me down!" She shouted.
"You apologise or I'll just leave you hanging there until the first person comes along to free you."
"Stop fucking around and get me down," she yelled angrily.
"Okay I'm off," I said and turned to go.
"Sure you are!"
I called her bluff and walked away, "good luck," I wished as I waved without looking at her.
"Come back, come back you bastard!"
I carried on walking and got out of sight so she couldn't see me and yet I could see her for safety. I watched her through the foliage as she kicked her legs, her camel toe clearly on view even from this distance.
"Sorry, sorry, come back," she cried. I gave it thirty seconds to make her grovel and then nonchalantly come back smirking all over my face.
"What was that?" I asked.
"I'm sorry, will you please let me down?"
I sat down on a nearby log and looked straight up between her legs.
"Will you stop staring at my panties?" She reprimanded.
"No, I'll look at them as much as I want, I think they're rather sexy!"
"You bastard," she blurted.
"That may be so but what are you going to do if I leave you?" Sis fell silent as she ruminated what could happen.
"Just think a sex staved male could be out for a walk or girl for that matter."
Sis groaned, "What do you want?"
"Do you remember a few years back when you and your friends pinned me to the floor and took my trousers and pants down?"
"Oh come on we were just playing and wanted to see if the rumours about your big cock were true, we were just playing."
"You saw how big I was but you didn't need to squeeze my balls or pull my foreskin back."
"We were just playing!" She argued as I stood my eyes at the same level as her panties. I got right in close and made sure she could feel my breath on her pussy. Sis groaned and sighed as she wriggled in embarrassment wafting the smell of her moistening sex.
Eventually, her panties came to a halt before my eyes.
"Oh stop staring, please!" Sis begged, "let me down."
"Why should I?" I asked taking in a huge intake off breath from her pantie area, "You didn't stop when I asked you to."
I grinned to myself out of view under my sister's uplifted dress and teased her with a gentle caress along her inner thighs. She instantly jumped into life.
"What are you doing you pervert?" She hissed swinging way in an impossible attempt to wriggle free.
"Just having a feel before I pull your panties down."
"What! No, don't please, what can I do for you?" She pleaded.
"What can you do for me?" I reiterated as I stood back and looked at her flushed face, "Let me think?"
I stood pretending to mull over all sorts of sexy scenarios, sniggering at non-existent schemes just to make sister blush.
"You bastard you would have me do something for you."
"Why not, you made me cum?" I accused pretending I was reliving a horrific memory. In truth, I had enjoyed every second especially as her friend Kim was part of her team who had pinned me down.
I had a crush on her for years and just knowing she was rolling my balls and tickling my ass was the main reason I cum. It was Sis who was doing all the wrist work, true, but I was old enough then to withstand a bully wank, especially from Sis.
"You enjoyed it!" Sis desperately blurted.
"Yes I did and I think you'll enjoy this too!"
"No! Please!"
I stepped up to her panties again as she tried to swing free and kick her legs at me. I easily stopped that. I put my arms between her flailing legs and pushed them open. I brought my hand up and gently brushed the gusset of her panties.
"Why Sis, you're soaking wet, you shameless hussy you!"
"Oh!" She helplessly murmured as I continued to stroke her panties from the gusset up the front and onto her belly.
"My god you're so wet, I must have a taste."
"No!"
I stiffened my tongue and pointed it out and pushed sisters panties onto her camel toe. I moved up and down it and she couldn't help give way the pleasure she was getting. She sighed involuntarily as her body stiffened.
