My twin sister, Dyana and I were never very close. Since the day our mother gave birth to us all we did was stray from each other's fields of interest. Consequently we excelled in our own fields. I in Athletics and Arts, she in Sciences and Extracurricular actives. We grew further apart, as we grew older and into college. A grand amount of jealousy and animosity developed between us and we nearly got into a fistfight on graduation when we tied for Salutatorian.
University put a country in between us as I headed to California for History and she to New York for Biochemistry. Even with that much between us we still managed to compete. I met with the Governor 2 days before she was given a research grant by a huge pharmaceutical conglomerate. These types of coincidences brought us further apart as the years went by until we finally graduated and were reunited for the first non-holiday occasion in years.
Dyana and I had changed considerably, at least in the physical sense. I had developed into a man with stubble and pecks. She a beautiful tanned blond with the figure of a supermodel. Our brains of course were as always highly developed in every sense of fulfillment, at least that's what we thought. After bumming around the home throughout the summer after graduation we decided to take a trip to Europe together. Well it was more of a surprise graduation present from our parents. I was to attend Law at Berkeley this September and she Columbia for Med-School and this would really be our last chance to do anything together. Our Father actually paid the entire trip and filled our bank accounts with enough money to do whatever we wanted for an entire month. To this day believe it was suggested by our Mother who wanted her children to develop some sort of kinship before they became fully matured adults.
Once we arrived in Europe we did all the sites and tours in the main western countries like France, U.K, Germany, Belgium, Denmark, Netherlands, Austria, Switzerland, Norway, Sweden, Spain, Portugal and finally we ended up together in Mallorca. Mallorca is a small island located in the Mediterranean Sea, owned by Spain and fully developed in regards to partying. The bars were stocked with tourists from all over and we had an absolutely crazy first night drinking with some fellow Americans.
On the second night we once again drank a little too much and as we headed back towards our hotel I fell down a few steps twisting my ankle pretty badly. Dyana helped me into the hotel and elevator and as we approached our room I collapsed. Fearing I was not going to be able to walk well for a while on that foot I hopped into the room and onto my bed. Dyana followed in and told me to take off my jeans, as she wanted to check my bones. During her studies she had volunteered at a local hospital as a nurse's aid and was able to handle minor wounds like a twisted ankle. I complied by carefully sliding off my jeans careful not to let them come into to much contact with my ankle as it was starting to swell up a bit. The ankle itself was not alone after long. Mix in a couple of drinks and an awesome massage to my legs and another part of me began to swell up as well. Dyana seemed not to notice or ignored it as drunkenness. She did not comment on anything and as I relaxed and the pain seemed to go away she turned off my lamp and headed to the bathroom to shower before going to bed.
I laid awake in the darkness as I contemplated fucking my sister. She really was a great looking girl and although she had had the same boyfriend for years I knew she didn't really like him that much. We both grew up in a fairly conservative home and sex had never been a big issue. As I heard the shower stop I removed my shirt and underwear and laid in bed naked and stiff as a rock. We had been sharing the same bed for almost a month and she definitely would not be expecting this. Or would she? I occasionally caught her glimpsing at me, especially at the beaches and gyms we had visited during the summer. I honestly did not know what to expect but felt safe knowing that she thought I was plastered drunk. My ankle was killing me but in no way did it weaken my arrousal.
"Dylan?" she whispered loudly upon walking into the room. It was quite dark as the only light was from the bathroom and it was pretty dim. I saw her figure emerge and quietly climb onto the bed. She had a towel over her head and a long t-shirt going down to her knees. As she slid under the sheets I slowly turned in towards her.
"How's your ankle?"
"Hurts a bit" I was so horny now I would do anything to get her to touch me again. "Can you rub it a little more?"
"Sure." she sounded reticent but only slightly. If we'd been back home she'd have surely refused, but this was Europe and there was no way she would get on my bad side at this point. I'd been there for her whenever she needed me during the trip it was the least she could do.
