I remember the night clearly. Stephanie had just returned from an evening out with my sister, Liv. My beautiful wife was tipsy and stumbling around the bedroom as I settled into bed.
"How about joining me in bed?" I asked, pulling her warm body tightly into me.
I was hoping the night would take a sexual turn, especially since alcohol tended to make Steph extremely horny. Those hopes were quickly dashed.
"Guess what, Jacob? Liv and I booked a trip to the Bahamas for the three of us!" Steph blurted out.
I was taken aback by her sudden announcement, and my mind raced with questions about why she booked a trip without consulting me, let alone with my sister.
Stephanie noticed my surprise and quickly added, "I thought it would be an excellent way for all three of us to reconnect. The two of you barely see each other anymore.
I couldn't believe it. My heart raced as I listened to Steph explain her reasoning.
"Liv and I were bitching about how badly we needed a break. After a few drinks, we found ourselves on our phones, booking a trip to the Bahamas," Steph explained.
I looked at her, unsure of what to say.
"Plus, I know how much you love your sister, and I wanted to find a way to bring us closer together," Steph continued, trying to allay my concerns.
I did love my sister, but the thought of spending a week at a beach resort with Liv terrified me. Liv was only a year younger than me. Growing up, we were inseparable. So much so that when it came time for her to decide where to attend college, it wasn't a question; of course, she would join me at Rutgers.
From the moment she stepped foot on campus, you couldn't keep us apart. It got to the point where our friends would joke that if we weren't siblings, everyone would have thought we were dating.
I didn't want to admit it, but there was flirty nature to our relationship. We would touch and tease each other. She would even sleep in my bed all the time. There was just something unspoken between us. How Liv looked at me with her big blue eyes, let me know she felt the same way.
Liv was gorgeous. Every one of our guy friends seemed to want her. They would endlessly try to get into her pants, but she never seemed interested. I sometimes wondered if our relationship got in the way of us dating other people, but I couldn't imagine changing things.
The truth is there was something sexual about our relationship. I would often jerk off thinking about my sister. I would picture Liv in her little bikinis or one of the tiny dresses she would wear to frat parties. But it was just that, fantasy. I never imagined anything would happen between us.
That all changed fall semester of my senior year of college. Liv was often my wing-woman at parties. The problem was we would always end up dancing the night away. It is probably why she was so bad at helping me pick up women. Everyone always thought we were a couple. It didn't help that she often stayed in my bed after a night of partying.
Liv was a great dancer. Her graceful body would move perfectly in synch with mine. I knew she was my sister, but I loved the feeling of her body pressed against me. While I sometimes wondered if our flirtation was all in my head, that question left my mind whenever we danced. By the night's end, it always felt like Liv was on the precipice of kissing me but held back because I was her older brother.
Yet, one cold night, when we both struck out again, Liv crashed at my place. As we were lying in bed, Liv and I finally kissed. It was the most electrifying kiss I had ever had. Years of passion were finally released when our lips and tongues met. We spent that whole night making out. We didn't have sex, heck, I didn't even touch her under her clothes, yet in some ways, it was the most intimate I had ever been with a woman.
After that night, things changed between us. As much as we enjoyed our night of passion together, it terrified us, especially me. We knew nothing could come of our relationship, so we slowly started backing away from each other.
While we were still close, we made sure never to be alone together. A few years after college, Liv introduced me to her friend Stephanie. I often wondered if setting me up with her roommate was a way to keep me close while knowing that I was off-limits to her. Eventually, Steph and I married, and I rarely saw Liv anymore. We would talk, for sure, but we seldom spent time together. That is why going on vacation together seemed to come out of nowhere.
Despite being hesitant about the whole thing, Stephanie's enthusiasm was infectious, and she convinced me that it was a good idea.
"Fine. Let's go," I acquiesced.
Stephanie gave me a tight hug, "You won't regret it! This is going to be the best trip ever."
Reconnecting with Liv was enticing, and the thought of a tropical getaway was hard to turn down. Besides, with Steph there, there was little chance of anything happening between my sister and me.
I could see the excitement in Steph's eyes, and it was hard not to get caught up in it. I was still a little apprehensive about the whole thing, but I trusted Stephanie's judgment.
After Stephanie had convinced me to go on the trip to the Bahamas with Liv, she grabbed her phone and dialed my sister's number. As Liv picked up the phone, Stephanie's face lit up, "Hey, Liv! I have some great news! Jacob agreed to come on the trip with us!"
I could hear Liv's excitement through the phone as Stephanie continued talking about the trip's details. They discussed what they were going to pack, the activities we would do, and all the fun we would have.
Steph then turned to me and said, "Liv and I were thinking of going bikini shopping tomorrow. Do you want to come with us?"
I hesitated momentarily, unsure how I felt about my sister modeling bikinis for me, but Steph quickly chimed in, "Come on, Jacob! It'll be fun! You can help us pick out some cute swimsuits for the trip!"
I finally relented and agreed to go shopping with them. The next day, we headed to the mall, and Liv and Stephanie immediately began browsing through racks of swimsuits.
"What do you think of this one, Liv?" Steph wondered.
Liv quickly glanced at it and shook her head, "We are going to the Bahamas, not your grandmother's pool," she teased.
"Oh, is that how it is going to be?" Steph chuckled.
While Steph had a fabulous body, she dressed conservatively and rarely showed off her assets. On the other hand, Liv loved showing off her body to the world. In college, Liv's outfits would drive the guys mad with lust, myself included. The thought of my wife dressing similarly caused my pants to tighten.
"Let's try a different store. There is a place on the second floor that has exactly what we need," Liv suggested.
Steph and I gave passing looks at each other, unsure of what we were getting into.
As we walked through the mall, the three of us joked and laughed about the absurdity of our jaunting off to the Bahamas on such short notice.
"Here it is," Liv said, pulling us into a store called Forbidden Secrets.
The name alone caused my cock to swell more. Looking around the store, I could see why Liv liked this place. There wasn't a piece of modest clothing in the store.
Steph looked slightly nervous about shopping here.
"You have got to be kidding, Liv. I can't wear any of this stuff," Steph pushed back.
"Steph, you have an amazing body. You need to show it off more. We are only young once; take advantage of flaunting what you have while you can. Besides, I want to see your hot body in something a little skimpy," Liv teased.
