With My Sister At The Olympics

"Liam, it's your 21st birthday. It's a big one. What present do you want?"

"Grandpa, I don't need anything, but if you can get me 2 tickets to the Olympics in Paris, especially to the swimming competitions, I'll be the happiest man alive."

"I'll do that."

The next day I called our guy in Paris, and he got 2 tickets for 2 consecutive days at the Olympic pool. When I notified my grandson, he was very excited and almost cried, "You are the best!"

I had tears in my eyes. I never told anybody my story at the Los Angeles Olympics in 1984.

...

I was 25 year old highly ambitious guy. Two years earlier, with a friend, we developed a new security software, that was adopted by major corporations around the world. We were making tons of money and the future looked bright. Unlike my friend who was a classic geek, I loved sports, especially swimming and volleyball. At college, I was good in both and continued later whenever I found the time.

My girlfriend, Betty, was good looking, smart, and loved to travel. She often complained we never had time to go somewhere. I said we were too busy building a new company from scratch. Well, this excuse kept her with me for 15 months, but one day in January of 1984, she said, "Enough is enough. I love you, but I have no intention to spend my life with somebody who lives for work rather than the opposite."

She left me on the evening of the same day I got 2 tickets for three consecutive days of swimming competitions in the Olympics. I was devastated, and it took me weeks to slowly return to my old self.

When I felt better, I invested all my stamina at work, preferring to spend more hours there than socializing. As a result, There was no way I could meet new girls. In my rare free time, I watched TV.

In early July, the advertisements for the upcoming Olympics appeared everywhere, and I remembered about my 2 tickets. Neither of the people I worked with was a swimmer. Some were nerds and others were interested in football, baseball, or basketball. Then I remembered my younger sister, Maya. She was 5 years younger and attended college in St Louis. I haven't seen her in almost 4 years since I left our home in Boston.

Like me, Maya was an athlete who loved swimming and participated in her college's competitions. We haven't had much contact lately, and it was purely my fault. She actually tried to keep in touch, but I was too depressed or busy to think about anything but work.

I called Maya on her cellphone, "Hi girl. It's me, Max. I wanted to hear your voice after ages we didn't talk."

"Are you the jerk brother who ignored me for a long time?"

"Sorry. I was extremely busy, and then my relationship with my girlfriend fell apart, so I didn't want to see or talk to anybody. I know everything I say sounds like a lame excuse, but I am willing to make it up to you. How would you like to join me in seeing the swimming races at the Olympics in LA?"

"You are joking..."

"No, I mean it. I got tickets for 3 consecutive days of swimming competitions in early August."

She almost cried, "Maxi, did I mention I love you? The Olympics is my dream show. I thought I'd see it on TV, so being there is a once-in-a-lifetime fantasy fulfilled."

"I have already a flight ticket, and I land in LA on August 1st at 3 pm. Buy a ticket ASAP and we'll meet at the United counter in the airport."

"It will be crowded there. You haven't seen me in years, so look for the woman wearing a red blouse and blue jeans."

"No chance I won't recognize my brat little sister. OK, I'll meet you there."

A day before my flight, I remembered I didn't arrange our lodging. LA had so many hotels that prior arrangements usually were not needed. I called several luxury hotels and each one was booked solid. I offered twice the room rate, but they declined and said it was too late. According to them, every hotel in the LA area was full with 'No Availability' signs everywhere. I called our representative in LA to see if he had an extra room for us, but he apologized, saying his relatives were coming on these dates.

I checked the predicted temperatures for the upcoming days. According to the weather channel, the maximum temperatures in LA would be 80-85 degrees, and the minimum around 70 degrees each night. I went to Walmart and bought a Coleman Camping Tent for 2 with 2 pillows and thin blankets. Maya and I were young, so if there were no other places to sleep, we'd camp on LA beach 3 nights. I was debating whether to rent a car, but the traffic in LA was so terrible that I gave up, hoping to use taxis.

...

I arrived at LAX early and sat at a place where I could see Maya coming in my direction. A few female passengers were passing by, but neither one was her. About 25 minutes after her predicted arrival time, I saw a young woman wearing a red blouse and jeans. It couldn't be; she didn't look like Maya. The Maya I remembered was a skinny, tall girl with long hair.

The young woman before me was much prettier, sporting shorter hair, having on nice red lipstick, and... a figure to die for.

I approached her, "Excuse me. Is your name Maya?"

She smiled and hugged me, "Yes bro. I am the same brat you neglected to keep in touch with for the last 3 years."

I kissed her forehead, "You look so different. I didn't recognize you. I ogled you, thinking I was seeing Sports Illustrated cover girl."

She blushed, "Don't exaggerate. Yes, I gained weight and look better, but I didn't change that much."

I took her hand in mine and gave her the bad news, "I screwed up. I didn't reserve a hotel in time, and was surprised to find out the whole metropolitan didn't have a place to sleep. So yesterday I bought us a tent. We can put it on LA beach and sleep in it. We are fortunate the night temperature is supposed to be comfortable, around 70 degrees."

She smiled, "Not a problem. The last time I went camping was 8 years ago. I miss that experience. And being on the beach is even better: I brought a swimsuit, so we can go for a night swim."

We took a taxi to Venice Beach. I gave our luggage to the concierge at one of the small hotels along the beach and handed him a $50 bill to keep our stuff until nighttime. Before leaving the hotel, we changed into swimsuits and grabbed suntan lotion.

Maya exited the bathroom before me. When I came out wearing my Speedo she whistled, "Brother, you became a real hunk! Tall, muscular, handsome. If I weren't your sister, I would likely try to seduce you."

I ogled her flawless figure and grinned, "Look who's talking. A pretty young lady with a perfect body." I wasn't exaggerating: Her tiny bikini revealed more than covered. Her athletic tall frame showed prominent C-cup breasts, muscular tummy, and shapely long legs.

We strolled to the shore and mingled with the large crowd. It was around 5:30 pm, and a slightly cooler breeze made it feel better. Maya jumped in the water and called me. "Hey, lazy bum, join me. It's wonderful."

I entered the cool water and agreed it felt good. Suddenly, Maya jumped on my back, shouting, "Run, horsy, run." I started laughing: It was a game we used to play as children. I let her ride me and I'd run with her on my back. Now she was still light-weight, but the difference was that her covered tits smashed onto my back, reminding me she was no longer a child but a beautiful young woman.

"Hey, sis, be careful. At my advanced age, any injury I suffer may cause permanent damage."

She giggled, "Liar. You are only 25, and with your fantastic shape, I bet you can carry two of me without difficulties."

I smirked, "One of you is enough to distract me. Two of you and I won't survive a month."

She gave me a funny look, "Do I really distract you?"

"Of course you do. I was expecting to meet a child, and to my surprise, I ended up with Miss America." She blushed profusely but kept quiet.

"Lady, let's swim along the shore."

She chuckled, "I swam a lot in pools. Here, the water is salty, and there are high waves. Do you promise to save me if I drown?"

I chuckled, "Not only will I save you, but I will be happy to apply CPR. You know; Chest massage and mouth-to-mouth respiration."

She stared at me with a twinkle in her eyes, "Naughty boy. Plans to take advantage of an unconscious lady."

We giggled and slowly felt our old bond reestablished. After an hour of swimming, we rested on the sand and relaxed before heading again to the small hotel. I bribed the concierge with another $50 and he let us shower. When we were done, Maya suggested we go to one of many bars around to have dinner and drinks.

Winston House was within walking distance. After a wait of 30 minutes, we were let in. Maya ordered Ricotta Ravioli, and I took Ribeye Cap. For dessert, we both took rice pudding. The food was tasty, although I wasn't sure if being very hungry wasn't a factor in appreciating the meal. We also got a bottle of Chardonnay. The atmosphere was nice, and later, a band started playing, and we saw several couples on the dance floor.

Maya consumed 2 full glasses of wine. At one point, she became very chatty and suggested that we dance together.

I said, "Sis, I may be good at certain sports, but I am no great dancer."

"Honey, stop being a chicken. They play slow music, and even a scarecrow can dance it."

We moved to the dance floor. I grabbed her waist, and her hands moved to hug my neck. In the first dance, we learned to adjust to each other's steps. We continued to the next, now much better synchronized. She moved closer to me, leaned her head on my chest, and her boobs crushed against my chest. Her fresh smell and her tits pushing my chest had an immediate effect: My dick started engorging. I continued dancing, trying to distract my mind from Maya's sexual appeal by concentrating on a problem I needed to solve when I returned to work. However, it didn't help. My lower brain prevailed, and my prick continued hardening.

In desperation, I tried to separate our lower bodies, but Maya closed the distance again.

I whispered in her ear, "Maya, let's keep some distance between us. It's safer."

She gazed at me with tears in her eyes, "You don't like me anymore?"

"No, girl. I like you too much..."

"What do you mean?"

"Don't you feel me down there?"

She grinned, "Max, thanks for the compliment. I like your body odor and love to smell you. I guess I didn't pay attention to your thing. Now I feel it. It almost reaches my chest. It has to be a big one."

I blushed, "Well..."

She smirked, "Don't be shy. It's a good thing."

"I am not shy about my size, but I am uncomfortable that I have an erection because of my little sister."

"If you haven't noticed, I am no longer little."

I mumbled, "I rest my case."

We continued dancing with Maya's body clings to mine. Now and then, I felt like she tried to gyrate her pelvis and lower tummy against my stiffy, but it lasted only seconds, and I wasn't sure if it was intentional.

We stayed there and grabbed another cocktail. Then, I noticed Maya's talk began to show signs of inebriation. I took her hand and said, "Sis, it's time to go."

She mumbled, "You are a paarty poooper," but agreed to leave.

...

I left Maya on the shore and brought our luggage from the hotel.

I built our tent without difficulty. As I assembled it, I saw Maya moving toward the water. I wasn't concerned cause she was barefoot but dressed, and I assumed she wanted to feel the water under her feet.

When I was finished, I didn't see her. It was already dark, and I called her. I heard her voice from inside the water. "Maxi, the water feels great! Come on in."

"Did you get in the water fully dressed? Why didn't you put on your swimsuit first?"

"No dummy, all my clothes are on the sand. I am skinny-dipping. Take off your clothes and join me."

"Maya, don't be crazy. You drank too much, and in the dark, you can't see the waves. You might drown."

"You promised to save me if I drown. Don't be a crybaby. Remove your clothes and enjoy the cool sea."

I hesitated for a moment and then did it. What the heck, it was dark, and we could hardly see more than a shadow of each other. I undressed, put my clothes on hers, and entered the water.

I didn't see Maya and called her, "Sis, where are you? I can't see you."

Suddenly, she jumped on my back from behind, "Here I am. Run horsy, run."

I laughed, "You are no longer a child, but your brain doesn't accept it. Am I right?"

"Stop being a brainy old fart and have fun."

I ran for 30 seconds in the water with Maya on my back, but her bouncing tits and hard nipples resulted in my organ being at full mast within a short time. She got off my back and said, "I'd like to float on the water. Can you hold my midriff?"

"OK." Next, I lifted her body face up, and her naked body surfaced.

It was impossible to see more than 5 yards away, but her beautiful, fully exposed front was only 2 feet from my eyes. I could not take my eyes off her breathtaking tits.

She noticed my ogling eyes and commented, "You behave as if you've never seen breasts before."

"I've seen plenty, but yours are by far the prettiest."

"I think you are biased, but thank you."

"No, I really mean it."

"OK, so what do you want to do about it?"

"What do you mean?"

"Don't you wish to touch them and find out how they feel?"

"Maya, the too-much-alcohol is talking. Let's get out and go to sleep. You'll feel better in the morning, and tomorrow will be a busy day at the Olympic swimming pool."

She blurted, "When I was on your back, I knew you were hard. You are a chicken."

I didn't answer.

We walked naked for about a hundred feet until we saw the public bathroom and showers. We got rid of the salty water, but we didn't bring towels, so we walked wet naked toward our tent. There were a few people walking by, and some saw us naked. One guy even whistled and showed a thumbs-up sign.

I entered the tent, still naked, pulled the towels, and gave one to Maya. I dried up and put on my shorts. Maya dried herself, too, but was in no hurry to dress up. She began doing yoga poses on the sand in the nude.

I asked, "What are you doing?"

She smiled sweetly, "Every night before going to sleep, I do yoga. It's very healthy and makes me feel better."

Oh god, I thought; you might feel better, but what about me? Watching her tits swaying with every move and her bald cunt exposed before me made me horny fast. The bulge in my pants was not missed by Maya, and she murmured, "Maxy, can you help me, please? There is a pose I like to perform, but I need somebody to help me with it?"

"Maya, why are you doing it to me?"

"Because we both want the same thing, and you are too coward to admit it to yourself."

"I am your older brother, and you are drunk; that's why I am not going to do anything about it."

She whispered, "As I said: Party pooper." I didn't answer.

...

In the tent, it was initially warm and cozy. I closed the tent opening.

I decided to get under the thin blanket wearing only my shorts. Maya chuckled and said she'd do the same and entered wearing only low-cut panties. She covered herself with the blanket and tried to sleep on her back.

Within 15 minutes, the temperature rose inside the tent, and it became hot. Neither of us was asleep yet. Maya's solution was simple; she removed the blanket and remained on her back. She was facing me, but her eyes were shut. I noticed her glorious tits moving up and down with her breathing.

My unruly cock got excited again and, shortly after, created an enormous bulge that raised the blanket up. I tried to sleep, but the stunning tits popped before my eyes.

Maya's respiration was calm and steady, and it seemed like she was sound asleep.

I inserted my right hand under my blanket and started slowly to jack off. About 2 minutes later, I was very aroused and ready to ejaculate when I heard Maya whispering, "Maxi, isn't it a waste to masturbate instead of fucking me?"

I froze immediately but kept quiet.

She turned to me, "Brother, it has nothing to do with alcohol. I was always in love with you, even as a child. Back then, I annoyed you because I wanted you to pay attention to me. But now, I see that you more than notice me. You actually are impressed by my body. Your brain is fighting hard, but your heart and body want me. Isn't it time to give up and do what you really feel like doing?"

I tried one more time, "Don't you understand you are my sister? My flesh and blood..."

"I do understand. But we are 2 mature adults who have feelings toward each other. Whatever we do will not affect others, so it's only between you and me. Why deny our bodies give in to our desires?"

I didn't know how to answer and stayed still. She looked at me for a few seconds and then moved closer to me and hugged me. Her small palm caressed my hairy chest. Then she leaned and kissed my pectorals one after the other and mumbled, "I love your body. Your muscles are awesome." Her hand descended to my 6-pack, and she whispered, "Your body is every woman's dream."

I tried my last option, "Maya dear. Let's go to sleep and discuss it in the morning."

"No, honey. Both of us are hungry now, and I do not see a reason not to satisfy our hunger right now."

I sighed and gave up. Her fingers touched lightly my erect cock, and it jolted. I was too aroused to let her play with my member, so I turned her on her back, spread her legs apart, and knelt between her thighs.

I stared at her smiley face, "Sis, it's your last chance to call it off."

Her eyes brightened, "No! I want you to fuck me."

I lowered my shorts and rubbed the spongy head against her soaked cunt.

She murmured, "At last..."

I aimed my pole at her entrance and began penetrating. She was tight, but her abundant juices made it easy to shove my 7.5 incher all the way. As I was pushing it in, she held her breath, but once I was all the way in her womb, she grabbed my ass cheeks and blurted, "Oh god, you are so large. It feels amazing. do it."

I began slow strokes, ensuring her pussy widened before increasing the pace. I felt her pulse accelerating and intensified my pounding. Her respiration turned shallow. I shifted up and plowed her cunt powerfully at a higher speed.

All of a sudden, her body tensed for a couple of seconds and then began trembling violently. She started screaming her heart out. I knew there were other people trying to sleep nearby and needed to keep her quiet. I bent forward, and French kissed her.

Initially, she continued screaming into my mouth, but then she kissed me back. My tongue found hers and wrapped around it in a slow dance. Kissing my sister with her breasts against my chest was such an intimate act that I came within a few seconds. I filled her pussy with billions of live sperms. When I finished, I pulled out and tried to relax.

Then it occurred to me that I didn't know if she was protected. I didn't use a condom, and she could become pregnant!

"Maya dear, we didn't talk about it before. Are you sure you won't get pregnant?"

She giggled, "No, I am not sure, but I don't see the problem. You are handsome and with a great body, and you said I do not look bad either. So if we end up having a baby, he is likely to be good-looking."

"Maya, I am not joking. Are you using anything to prevent pregnancy?"

She hugged me, "Relax, lover, I have an IUD in place. I inserted it a year ago when I started having sex with my then boyfriend."

"Good."

She moved her face closer to mine, kissed me gently, and whispered, "Maxi, I always loved you. My 2 former boyfriends were a temporary fix, but I waited for you. Your unexpected call about the tickets for the Olympic games was just in time. My relationship with David soured, and I was ready for a new adventure. I was fortunate to get my ultimate wish."