Hot Day, Hotter Sister

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OOC: Mark Bailey. 20 years old. 6'1". 180 pounds. Blonde hair. Hazel eyes.

IC:

For the sixth straight day the mercury climbed higher, but this was the first time it had cracked triple digits. For the ten-thousandth time I thanked my lucky stars that my parents were filthy rich. Now every one was fortunate enough to have an Olympic sized pool in their back yard. Slipping into my trunks, I headed downstairs.

When I got there, I was a little disappointed at how quiet it was. For most of the summer, it had been a non-stop pool party for my kid sister and her nubile friends. There was nothing better than watching a half-dozen girls fresh out of high school strutting around in little bikinis, especially since our Medieval parents enforced the strict no-boys rules. Since i was the only guy in town, they flirted with me outrageously. I had hoped to take it a little further with a few of them before they all went off to college, but so far nothing had happened.

Today, however, my sister was alone in the pool, sunning herself on a raft. I had to admit she looked pretty damned sexy...
 
Kristen Bailey

It was too damn hot to think. It was just about nice to lay in the sun and let my hands float in the water, my little red string bikini contrasting nicely with my tan skin and showing off my lean curves and flat stomach. My bellybutton ring winking in the sunshine. I swirled my hands in the water, watching the tips of my long blonde locks curl around the raft. Bored and hot.

Speaking of hot, my older brother appeared out of the house and dived into the pool, splashing me and making me flinch at the cool wateron my hot skin.

"Hey! What'd you do that for? I was comfortable!"
 
Mark

Lost in her own little world, Kristen seemed oblivious to my presence. She looked so peaceful and content basking in the sun. A good brother wouldn't have disturbed her.

Instead, I dashed toward the water, working up a good head of steam before I launched myself in the air and came down in the most severe cannonball I could muster. Water went flying like a tsunami, soaking my sister and nearly knocking her off the raft.

I laughed manically as she rubbed the water out of her eyes, cursing me out all the while...

"Hey! What'd you do that for? I was comfortable!"

"A little too comfortable, if you ask me," I said. "So. Where's the gang today? Hanging out with their real friends, I suppose. You know they only pretend to like you so that they can come here and check me out, don't you?"
 
Kristen

I dove under and reemerged, trying to get my now soaking wet hair out of my face.

"Yeah right, they got tired of you and putting up with your crap and went to the beach. Of course Mom wouldn't let me go, so I'm stuck here. With you."

I dove under again and knocked his feet out from under him, pulling him under the water and strting one of our infamous, no holds barred, water fights. Mom swore we'd drown each other one day, but as long as she wasn't watching, everything was good. We'd wrestle until someone tapped out, and then whoever it was had to do something for the other one. Usually some chore, or some silly dare, nothing serious.
 
Mark

Kristen dove under the water and vanished from view. a moment later I felt her grab my ankles and pull my feet out from under me. On dry land, I could always handle my little wsister -- after all, I was bigger, stronger, and faster. Here in the water, however, things seemed to even out. Kristen took to H2O like a mermaid or a water nymph. In the open water, she could swim rings around me.

Today, however, luck went my way. Trying to dart past me, my little sister swam too close to the wall. I was able to reach out an arm and grab her. Pinning her to the side of the pool, I got to utter those magic words.

"Gotcha!"
 
Kristen

I knew, I knew the second he started to push me sideways. Once he could bring his stronger muscles to bear there was very little I could do. I struggled against him as he held me pinned to the wall, the strings on my bikini losening as I rubbed against the wall, his laughter audible thourgh the water. Finally I gave up and tapped out.

He pulled me back into the air and smirked as I shook my hair back again. "Damnit."

"Alright, what do you want? And I'm not doing your laundry again, you leave it for weeks and weeks and it stinks like a goat. Come to think of it, that may just be you, not your laundry."

I turned my back to him so I could re-tie my bikini before it fell off completely.
 
Mark

"What do I want," I said. "Hmmm. What do I want..."

I pretended to think. Frankly, I couldn't think of anything I wanted more than to stand here with my body pressed against my sister's tight young form. It was only when I watched Kristen fumble to keep her top from floating away that I got the idea.

I knew if I opened my mouth there would be no turning back.

I knew if I opened my mouth it would change everything.

I knew if I opened my mouth my sister would never be able to look at me the same way.

Naturally, I opened my mouth.

"How long have we been playing this game, sis? Since you were five? And how long have we been playing for the same stakes? Chores. Allowances. CDs. The same silly little things. Don't you think it's time we raised the stakes a bit? Don't you think it's time we made the game a little more adult?"
 
He leaned against me while he thought, his muscular torso interfering with my efforts to secure my bikini top.

"How long have we been playing this game, sis? Since you were five? And how long have we been playing for the same stakes? Chores. Allowances. CDs. The same silly little things. Don't you think it's time we raised the stakes a bit? Don't you think it's time we made the game a little more adult?"

What the hell was he going on about? Its a childish game, how adult could you posibly make it? His hand brushed my hip and something stirred in my mind...he couldn't possibly be thinking... he's my brother for god sakes. I felt my skin flush at the thought of adult activities with my tall, toned brother and shook my head, I could be so twisted sometimes. Well, whatever he had in mind, it had to be better than dying of boredom in my backyard pool.

"Sure, whatever, bro, pick your prize, we've never had any real limits on it, so pick whatever you want. Though if you're not going to get off me, could you at least tie this thing for me, you're in the way."
 
Mark

"Sure, whatever, bro, pick your prize, we've never had any real limits on it, so pick whatever you want. Though if you're not going to get off me, could you at least tie this thing for me, you're in the way."

No real limits. I liked the sound of that. I wondered how commited Kristen would be to paying off. There was only one way to find out.

"Actually, what I choose to do is untie it," I said. So I did. With a quick tug, I unfastened the loose knot at the back. Then, I pulled the bikini top away and flung it about ten feet onto dry land.

"I order you to go topless for the rest of the afternoon," I commanded.
 
I gasped in disbelief as he tugged my top off me and I watched it flutter to the deck.

"I order you to go topless for the rest of the afternoon,"

I blushed furiously. "I can't beleive you're serious," I muttered, but the soft note in my voice showcased how very much I knew he was serious.

I thought it over, trying to hide my round pert breasts in my hands. Mom and Dad were gone for the weekend. In my constant effort to avoid tan lines, I know my borther has seen me topless before, and probably naked, as much as I ordered him to stay away from the backyard while I was sunbathing. It was just my brother, it wasn't like it was some strange guy or that loser friend of his who I caught going through my underwear drawer. He was probably just asking so he could bother the hell out of me, all afternoon. And I had to say, it was a hell of a lot better than doing his laundry.

"Fine, if that's what you want, I'm yours for the afternoon." I let my voice drip with sarcasm "Anything else my big brother, czar of the patio, wants?"
 
Mark

Mine for the afternoon. The day was just getting better and better. Instantly, a thousand ideas flashed through my head, each one a little more perverted than the last. But not wanting to scare her off so soon, I decided to start small. I knew how close I was to having it all. I had to be patient.

"You can start by putting your hands down," I suggested.
 
"You can start by putting your hands down,"

Yeah, he was chickening out so quickly. I put my hands down, letting my fingers run trhough the current in the water for a moment before I splashed him again.
 
Mark

I thought it was a reasonable request.

Unfortunately, Kristen took my completely honorable attempt to peek at her bare boobies as an opportunity to launch a dirty sneak attack. Distracted by the flash of public nudity, I was in no way prepared to defend myself against a vicious series of splashes. Reluctantly, I was forced to retreat. By the time I had regained position, my topless sister was nowhere to be seen. Instantly, the theme music from Jaws started to play in my head.

Get out of the water, Roy Scheider screamed. GET OUT OF THE WATER...

But it was too late. Before I could move a muscle, Kristen struck...
 
The big wuss backed off after I just knocked a little water on his chest. It was all the opening I needed. He's a respectable athelete, and a decent swimmer, but he just wasn't in tune with the water the way I am. He fights it, using his big muscles to struggle with it. I work with it, letting my body slip through it with barely a whisper.

And, though I don't thik I'd tell him this, I love the feeling of water rushing past my bare skin, its exhilirating. His feet were dancing, I knew he was looking for me when I bowled him over again. This time I knocked toward the center of the pool, using the slim advantage I had. I didn't bother to pin him, I just grabbed the waistband of his shorts as he was flailing, trying to fight me and the water all at once, and dove, taking his shorts with me.

I swam to the other end of the pool and tossed his trunks into the yard, barely able to pull myself out of the water before collapsing totally into a fit of giggles.
 
Mark

The attack was brief, yet savage. In my rush for dry land, I found myself quickly and completely detrunked. When my sister emerged from the watery depths, she was triumphantly holding my sole article of clothing in her hand. A moment later crawled out out the pool and onto the deck. Laughing as hard as she was, she didn't get far.

"Of course you realize this means war," I said.

Completely oblivious to my state of undress, I climbed out of the water and crossed over to where she was giggling away.

"One of us appears to be overdressed, little sister," I said. "I think we need to rectify that situation."

Kristen didn't respond. Instead, she just stared. When I realized what it was that so fascinated her, it was my turn to grin.
 
I had flopped onto my back and was laughing madly until he stood over me and dripped on me.

Now, don't get me wrong, I am not a blind woman, I knew my brother was not under-endowed. But from my particular angle up to his distinctly impressive manhood... well, I was a little awed. And I could no longer fault any of my silly friends for flirting with him. He was incorrigable, but personality isn't everything.

He said something that I missed in my decidedly un-sisterly musings and when i glanced up to his face he was smirking annoyingly.

"Oh, don't worry about it, from this angle a lightswitch would look big." I tried to cover my thoughts as I sat up away from his feet. "and...uh...what did you say, I missed it."
 
Mark

"On your feet, wench," I said, extending my hand. She took it and I pulled her up.

"As I was saying. One of us is hideously overdressed. I don't intend to be the only nudist in this family."

Dropping to my knees, I found myself at eye level with my sister's belly. I could still remember how badly our parents freaked out when Kristen had her navel pierced, but I had always thought it was kind of sexy.

Reaching out, I took hold of the sides of my sister's bikini bottoms. I waited for any sign of objection.

None came.

Encouraged, I slowly started to undress my sister, watching in awe as the scarlet material slid down her long, shapely legs....
 
He dropped to his knees and his breath was warm against my belly, making my stomach shiver. His hands paused gently on my hips and for a moment I wondered if he was really going to go through with it. Then he hooked his fingers under my suit and tugged it down my legs. I had to admit, there was something eerily delightful about his big warm hands sliding down my legs...I had to stop that train of thought.

I wasn't the only one with iffy thoughts, I heard his breath catch as he found himself inches away from my shaved pussy with its neatly trimmed triangle of blonde fluff and completely bare lips. I rippled my flat stomach, a trick courtesy of the belly dancing fad my friends went through a while ago, "Like something you see?"

This game was fun.
 
Mark

"I like everything I see, little sister," I admitted. "You growed up real good..."

I was especially impressed with the neatly sculpted pubes that pointed like an arrow to paradise. it was just about the sexiest thing I had ever seen. Something like that just makes you want to reach out and kiss it.

So it did.

Kissing it was nice.

Licking it was even better.
 
I probably shouldn't have teased him.

You know how I said he was stronger than me? He reached out and grabbed my hips, his fingers gripping my ass, and pressed his lips into my slit. I shrieked in surprise and tried to jump away, but it was like I had done nothing, his arms flexed and my feet didn't even leave the tile. Then his tongue slid over my clit and I was glad he had such a good grip on me, I think otherwise I would have fallen.

A moan slid out of my throat, totaly invalidating my words, "Oh god, Mark, what do you think...think you're doing? That's...just ill."

It was so wrong. But that didn't mean she wanted him to stop caressing her sensitive clit with his talented tongue. Where'd he learn that skill, by the way?
 
Mark

"C'mon, sis," I said. "Don't tell me you haven't fantasized about being with me. I know I've thought about you a million times this summer. Why do you think I haven't slept with any of your friends yet? It's because you're the one I want. You're the one I've always wanted. I bet in your heart you know I'm the one for you, too..."

Suddenly realizing there was too much talk and not enough action. I swept Kristen up in my arms. I pressed my lips to hers and kissed her with all the passion I could muster. While our tongues danced, I carried her over to our most heavily padded lounge chair. The thick cushions made it as comfortable as any bed.

"Time to finish what I started, Kris," I said. "Time to eat the prettiest pussy in the world."

With firm hands I spread her thighs apart. Then I dove in. My taste buds exploded with the strong womanly flavor of my sister's growing desire...
 
I had to swallow back a whimper when he paused in his attentions. It did give me the chance to stat to think about the reality of the situation. My own brother was incredibly good at tonguing my sensitive clit. So, so confusing.

"C'mon, sis, Don't tell me you haven't fantasized about being with me. I know I've thought about you a million times this summer. Why do you think I haven't slept with any of your friends yet? It's because you're the one I want. You're the one I've always wanted. I bet in your heart you know I'm the one for you, too..."

I giggled when he picked me up like some princess, instead of tossing me over his shoulder like he has done so many times before. And then he kissed me. He's a good kisser too, it said things he wanted in ways I don't think words could match. I discovered that I was more than okay with this and that I just might agree with him that we belong together.

"Time to finish what I started, Kris, time to eat the prettiest pussy in the world."

He laid me on the lounge chair and spread my thighs apart with his strong hands. I don't know if I could have fought him if I wanted to. soon there was little question of what I wanted, his mouth quickly taking me to heights I hadn't experianced before. I was glad we had the whole place to ourselves, because I was moaning so loudly anyone in the house would have heard me.
 
Mark

From all the times I walked past her room when Kristen mistakenly thought she was alone in the house, I always knew my little sister was a bit of a screamer. Even so, I was a bit shocked at how openly her body responded to my eager tongue lashing. Little sister liked what big brother was doing to her, and she didn't seem to care who heard. I knew we would have to be a bit more discreet when Mom and Dad got home, but for now the sounds of her uncontrolled moans were an incredible turn on.

"You like that, don't you?" I asked. "You like feeling your brother's tongue inside you. If you like that so much, I wonder what would happen if I did this...."

Finding her clit, I carefully trapped it between my lips. Then I vibrated my tongue against it at super speed. While she gasped at the initial wave of pleasure, I took my index and forefinger and drove them as deeply as I could between her tight, moist lips....
 
"You like that, don't you? You like feeling your brother's tongue inside you. If you like that so much, I wonder what would happen if I did this...."

I wanted to ask him if he was intending on making me scream, but he wrapped his lips around my clit and made me writhe. And then he forced a couple of fingers into my dripping pussy and I was beyond asking permission.

"Mark! I may...like my brother's tongue...in my pussy. But how does my brother...like his baby sisters clit under his tongue?"

I wanted to ask if he wanted to fuck me as much as I wanted him to, but he was my brother, there might be a point of the taboo he wasn't willing to cross.
 
Mark

"Mark! I may...like my brother's tongue...in my pussy. But how does my brother...like his baby sisters clit under his tongue?"

"It's even better than I dreamed it would be, sis," I readily admitted, as I started to corkscrew my fingers in and out of her clinging honeypot. "I've got the sexiest little sister in the world. You know I'm never going to be able to keep my hands off you after this, don't you? I'm only going to want you more and more...."

Without a pause in my fingering, I climbed up my sister's body so that out lips were only inches apart. I kissed her again, knowing that as she did she would be able to taste herself as she explored my mouth. What was most exciting of all was how naturally her hands reached out for my cock as she wrapped her soft but strong fingers around it...
 
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