3 comments/ 33351 views/ 35 favorites A Visit from Vanessa Hudgens Ch. 01 By: repatriate It was late Friday night and I was enjoying a quiet evening in my apartment when I heard a knock on the door. As I opened the door, I was amazed to find none other than Vanessa Hudgens stood before me, wearing a large pair of sunglasses. Vanessa Hudgens was my sister, and some would say I was the luckiest brother in the world. The unfortunate truth was that my sister and I didn't get on very well, and six years ago I'd moved to London to get away and pursue a career as an accountant. I was never particularly interested in her showbiz lifestyle, and I felt blessed it was her cursed with all the public attention and not myself. But gradually, she let it go to her head until she became an unbearable diva. I hadn't seen her in over a year, save for in the numerous gossip rags, so this visit took me by surprise. "Vanessa?" I asked, surprised. "Andrew," She mumbled, looking down at the ground as she removed her sunglasses. "To what do I owe this honour, my lady?" I said, sarcastically. Despite our lack of recent contact, I couldn't resist mocking her. I was only two years older than her and she was 24 now, but I had always considered her my little sister and treated her that way. "Don't be a prick," she said, irritated. "Are you going to invite me in or what?" "Or what," I smiled. "You're unbelievable." She barged her way past me into the apartment. My American accent had all but disappeared now, so her accent suddenly seemed out of place. "Take a seat," I said after she made herself comfortable on my sofa. "But seriously, why are you here? Did your latest boyfriend throw you out?" She was wearing a dark grey hoodie and a pair of shorts, and her hair was messy, suggesting to me that she'd been attempting to avoid paparazzi. "Well, yeah," she mumbled, staring blankly at the TV. Since moving to England I'd become a fairly successful senior accountant, earning a comfortable six-figure sum which had enabled me to afford a large apartment in central London. I turned the television off and sat down on a sofa opposite her. "And a squabble with your boyfriend warrants a 3,000-mile trip to England?" I asked, somewhat suspicious of her real motives. "Don't bullshit me." "Look, I'm having some trouble back home, what with my boyfriend being a prick and the media following my every move." Despite falling out with Vanessa, I still maintained contact with our parents, more often than she did, it turned out. I also kept in touch with Stella, our youngest sister, and it was her I regretted moving away from the most. "And let me guess, you want to stay here, where the paparazzi would never think of looking?" I said, with a hint of bitterness in my voice. After six years I'd finally managed to escape the media constantly asking me about my celebrity sister, and I wasn't too happy about the attention I expected she'd bring with her. She didn't reply, and instead merely looked at me with a gentle smile. She'd always been manipulative, and could easily choose which emotion she thought would get the best results for her, so I wasn't persuaded by her apparent sadness. "I shouldn't have even bothered," She quipped after a few moments of silence. "I didn't force you here." "Look, I don't have anywhere to stay; I slept in my car last night because I was too scared to come and ask you." "You're a multi-millionaire, 'Nessa, are you really telling me you couldn't afford a fucking hotel room?" "Alright, I wasn't scared, I just spent half the night trying to find where you lived," she confessed. "London's a confusing place and I knew the paps would find me if I stayed in a hotel." "You never were good at telling the truth," Furious, I got up and walked to the kitchen. I pulled two whisky glasses from the cupboard and tipped a few cubes of ice into each one. Pulling a bottle of scotch from the cupboard, I half-filled the glasses and returned to the living area, placing a glass on the coffee table in front of Vanessa. "Thanks," she half-smiled, taking a sip. "So how long do you plan on staying here, anyway?" I asked, somewhat calmer now. "Two days? A week? A month?" "I don't know," she replied quietly. "Until it all dies down, I guess." I was still suspicious of her real intentions; few of her answers thus far were adding up. "So let me get this right," I said, taking a sip of my whisky. "You've fallen out with your boyfriend and the paparazzi won't leave you alone. So you fly 3,000 miles to stay indefinitely with the brother you haven't spoken to in over a year without any luggage?" "My stuff's in the car, and you're my only option," she said desperately. "Mom and Dad aren't interested and I have nobody else. If you really want I can find a hotel to stay in." She moved to stand up, obviously aware I wasn't willing to let her leave. "Sit down," I said. Despite our disagreements, I could tell she was anxious about the media situation, and I didn't have it in me to force my sister to stay in a hotel in this state. "You can stay here as long as you like, but as long as you're under my roof, you obey my rules, okay?" "What are your rules?" She questioned. "I'm in charge," I said. "Don't get in my way when I'm doing work, don't interfere with my stuff, and don't pee on the carpet." I let out a slight smile. "You're a dick, you know that?" She smiled. I figured that if I was going to let her stay in my apartment, I ought to at least try to get along with her. "Come on, let's get your stuff." I said, gesturing to her to stand up and follow me. "Where did you park?" "Just outside, near the bus stop." She replied. I was incredibly surprised to find she only had three bags with her, she normally travelled with much more luggage, like a true celebrity. I helped her carry her bags from her rental car up to the apartment, where she once again collapsed onto the sofa. "Is there any reason you're dressed like a tramp?" I asked jokingly. Despite her messy hair and her unflattering oversized hoodie, she still looked good. She was my sister, but that didn't make me blind; I knew she was a beautiful girl, in fact, dare I say it, hot. "Don't be mean, Andrew," she said. "I'm trying not to be recognised. But if I look so trampy, could you point me to your shower?" "Sure, the bathroom's just through there," I pointed towards the frosted glass door. "Go on, I'll get you some towels." She went into the bathroom as I walked into my bedroom to retrieve a couple of clean towels, wondering just what I'd done to deserve this punishment. I knocked on the glass door to ensure she was decent when I walked in. "Come in," I heard her say. I pushed open the door to find my little sister stood before me in her birthday suit. "Jesus, 'Nessa!" I said, shocked at her openness. "What, it's nothing you haven't seen before." She laughed, and I realised she was hinting at the naked photos of her that had leaked a few years ago. I found myself involuntarily eyeing up her slender legs and her sleek body, all the way up to her petite breasts and I reprimanded myself for it. "Anyway, here are your towels," I said, passing them to her. "I'll take your stuff into your room." I closed the door behind me as I heard her turn on the shower. Despite how wrong it felt, I couldn't get the image of her beautiful body out of my mind. I suppose there's nothing wrong with admiring an attractive figure, even if it is your own sister's, I thought to myself. I carried her bags into the guest room and returned to the sofa, flicking through the endless television channels in an attempt to find something worth watching. About ten minutes later she stepped out of the bathroom, her long brown hair wet down her back and a towel wrapped from her underarms down. "Andrew, do you have a blow dryer?" "Yeah, I put it in your room for you." When she was finished drying her hair she returned, now dressed in a tank top and shorts. She sat next to me on the sofa and surprised me by giving me a hug. "Thanks, Andrew, it means a lot," she said with a smile. "I don't know what I'd do without you." "I know what I'd do without you," I joked, and she punched me on the arm. "Let's just try and get along now, yeah?" "Yeah," she smiled. "Please can we watch a film?" "Jesus Christ, it's like having a kid." I laughed. "Pleeease?" She said, almost begging. "Alright, go choose one." She jumped up from the sofa and walked towards the cabinet below the TV housing probably hundreds of DVDs, most of which I'd never even seen. I had a habit of buying DVDs and then forgetting to watch them. "Oh my god," she proclaimed, a few minutes later. "What, have you found my porn?" I laughed. "As if you have Spring Breakers." She grinned knowingly at me. For me, the only thing more embarrassing than my sister finding my porn was my sister finding a film that she'd starred in. "In fairness, I've never actually watched it," I defended myself, and it almost felt as though I was blushing. "And I only bought it because Selena Gomez is in it." "You prick!" she laughed. "Let's watch it then," She opened the box and placed the DVD into the player. I was somewhat worried about watching my little sister on TV wearing very little and doing some questionable things, but I ignored these concerns as she pressed play. I turned the lights off remotely as she shuffled up the sofa beside me, making herself comfortable. She snuggled up to me and I put my arm around her, something we hadn't done for a very long time, not since we were young. I soon realised that, surprisingly, I was enjoying the film. Vanessa was undeniably hot in it, as were her co-stars Selena Gomez, Rachel Korine and Ashley Benson. It felt incredibly strange to admit that my little sister was hot, but I'd have only been lying to myself to deny it. "Someone's enjoying this film," Vanessa smiled, nodding down at my jeans where I was surprised to notice I had an erection. "Selena Gomez is pretty hot, isn't she?" I remarked, trying to hide my embarrassment. "You lying asshole," she laughed. "That erection's over me, isn't it?" Her forwardness shocked me, and I wasn't sure how to respond. She was right, it was over her, but could I really tell her that? "Come on Andrew, admit it," she smiled. "You're not the first and you won't be the last guy to get hard over me." I was amazed by how different she was now compared to the sad, vulnerable little girl who'd arrived at my doorstep a little over an hour ago. "'Nessa, I'm your brother," I laughed, trying hard to brush the whole thing off. "You're a guy with a cock and a brain, you're no different," she gently slapped my chest before leaning up to kiss me on the cheek. She snuggled back into my chest and we continued watching the film, suddenly much more aware of my cock's behaviour. About half an hour later, Vanessa's hand slipped from my stomach down to my crotch, where she made sure to get a good feel of my cock. "'Nessa!" I said, taken aback at her boldness. "He's persistent, isn't he." She said, and I couldn't disagree with her. "Still, you can't do that," I smiled. I was surprised at myself for not chastising her for her behaviour; I'd only had a couple of glasses of whisky. "Oh come on, live a little," she giggled. "It's not hurting anybody. And plus, my hand's comfortable there" She was right, it wasn't harming anybody so I let her carry on, fully aware that with her hand resting (and occasionally moving) on my penis, my erection was going nowhere. It was now that I realised the real scale of the situation; my little sister, the sister who for six years I'd carried so much hate for, was now cuddling up to me and, to my amazement, turning me on. It was all incredibly wrong, but there was something very hot about it at the same time. When the film finished, Vanessa stood up to turn it off and put the DVD back. I looked at the clock to find that it was 11:30, later than I'd thought. Desperate to get rid of my lingering erection I went to the bathroom to give it some time to settle, but the thought of tonight's events made it difficult. I finally left the bathroom and went into the kitchen to pour myself another glass of whisky, trying to take in everything that had happened in the past few hours. "You want another drink, 'Nessa?" I asked. "Sure, thanks." She replied. I poured us both a glass and took them back into the living room, setting them down on the table in front of us. "So, tell me about this argument you had with your boyfriend, David, is it?" I said. "It must have been really bad for you to fly to England." "I cheated on him," she shrugged. "He read it in a gossip magazine, and when I admitted it he threw me out." "I hope it was worth it." I smiled and took a sip from my glass. "It was, actually," she laughed. "David hadn't touched me in months; it's hardly surprising I went elsewhere." She took a sip from her drink and we sat in silence for a few minutes as the TV showed a news report about a high-profile court case. "This is a nice place," she said. "I hadn't realised you were doing so well for yourself." "Well, I'm not as well off as you, but some of us actually work for a living," I joked. "We don't all get paid millions of pounds for singing Disney songs." "Fuck you," she folded her arms and pretended to sulk, something she used to do as a kid. I knew she hated being reminded of her Disney days, and so I loved to use it against her. "I've been trying to act sexier for years now to get away from that image." "How's it working out for you?" "Well, if it can get my brother hard, it must be working." "I'm never going to live that down, am I?" I smiled, embarrassed. "No need to be embarrassed," she chuckled. "I can hardly blame you. Hell, I'd be more worried if you weren't turned on." "You always were full of yourself," I kidded. I checked my watch to find it had just passed midnight. "What time do you crazy showbiz people go to bed?" "Whenever we finish our last line of crack and pass out." She joked. "I'm sorry to say accountants aren't that exciting," I smiled. "I'm going to bed now." "Aw, lame." She punched me on the arm again. "But I suppose I could do with an early night too." I brushed my teeth in the bathroom and returned to sit on my bed, disrobing until I was wearing just my boxer shorts. I stood up and walked over to close the door when Vanessa appeared, half naked, in the threshold. "Woah, Andrew," she said, sounding impressed. "Where did that body come from?" Since moving to London I'd began to visit the gym more and so my once scrawny frame had become more muscular. "I could say the same thing to you." I replied. She was naked, save a pair of frilly purple knickers and a matching bra, and I couldn't help but eye up her body. "Keep on like that and you'll end up hard again." She giggled, aware of my ogling. "Sorry." I replied, blushing. "Don't be, I quite like it," she smiled. "Anyway, I just wanted to say goodnight." She stood on her tiptoes to kiss me, not on the cheek as I'd expected but on the lips for slightly longer than the average peck would last. She pulled away and wrapped her arms around my body, her head only coming to just below my chin. Her skin was soft as I wrapped my arms around her and I finally realised that actually, my little sister wasn't so awful after all. "You know, I've kinda missed you," she said. "In a funny kind of way. I missed your sarcasm and your insults." "I suppose I missed you a little bit too," I replied, realising that it was true. "You're not such a bitch, after all." "Coming from you, that's a compliment," she grinned. "I love you." "I love you too, 'Nessa. Goodnight." "Night." She left and I climbed into bed, frustrated after my hour-long erection and wondering if I'd be able to sleep after such an eventful evening. A Visit from Vanessa Hudgens Ch. 02 Get up Saturday, receive a phone call – tell Vanessa what it is, ask her if she could be my PA. Explain to her what she has to do and go shopping on Sunday for clothes for her. Skip to Monday to attend the meeting. I woke up at 10am, expecting a relatively quiet Saturday; it was then that I remembered the night before, and the unexpected arrival of my sister, Vanessa Hudgens. Whilst I'd harboured a grudge against her for over six years, I'd decided to try and put it aside while she stayed with me. I grabbed a towel from the side and headed into my en suite to shower. When I was finished, I threw on a pair of shorts and left my bedroom with the intention of getting a cup of coffee from the kitchen. "Oh, 'Nessa," I said, surprised to see my little sister sat on the sofa in a towel. "Sorry, I'll just put a t-shirt on." I realised I was topless, and turned to go back into my bedroom. "No, don't be silly," she giggled. "It's your place, dress how you want." "You sure?" I asked. "Yeah." I went into the kitchen and began boiling the kettle, ready to make myself a cup of coffee when I heard my work phone ring. Sighing, I returned to my bedroom to answer the call. I let out another sigh when I read the ID of the caller. "Hello, Melissa," I said into the handset. "Hello, Andrew," she replied. "I'm going to keep this short so I don't waste your weekend." Melissa was my PA, and she had an irritating habit of saying this to waste slightly more of my time. "Alright." "I've arranged the meeting you asked for with the board of directors," she said. "11am on Monday morning." "Aren't you on holiday next week, Melissa?" I suddenly realised that I wouldn't have a PA for the meeting. "Um, yeah, I am." "Shit." "Sorry," she replied meekly. "No, no, don't worry Melissa, it'll be fine," I replied, feeling slightly cruel for making her feel guilty. "You enjoy your holiday." "Thanks, Andrew." "Bye," I said, annoyed at the predicament I was now in. "Bye," she replied. "Is everything alright?" Vanessa asked as I walked out of my bedroom. She must have overheard my irritated tone. "Yeah," I said, sitting down beside her. "It's just I have an important meeting on Monday and no PA to attend it with me." It was now that the idea hit me like a brick to the face. "Wait, 'Nessa?" I asked. "Yeah?" "Do you think you could be my PA, just for one day?" "Um, I don't know, I mean I don't even know what a PA does." "Trust me, it's easy, all you have to do is take notes." "Is that it?" she asked, sounding surprised. "What, you're telling me that in your line of work you've never met a Personal Assistant?" I laughed. "Trust me, having a PA is just about looking powerful. You sit beside me, take notes and look pretty and I kiss the company director's arses. That's how it works." "Well, I can take notes, and I can look very pretty," she laughed. "But won't I be recognised?" She suddenly sounded worried. "I don't know how many company directors you think watched Spring Breakers," I smiled. "And even if you are, these meetings are top secret. Not a word leaves the room, not even about a celebrity being a PA." "Alright, I'll do it, on one condition." She grinned and I grew very wary of what her condition would be. "You take me shopping tomorrow." "You always want to go shopping, don't you?" I laughed. "Well, don't you want your PA to look hot?" She raised her eyebrow at me. "I guess you're right. Fine, we'll go shopping tomorrow and you can buy your dresses and shoes or whatever it is." "Aren't you just the best brother ever," she mocked. "Yes, actually, I am." I laughed. ~~~~~ "Come on, 'Nessa, it can't take you this long to get ready," I said through her bedroom door. It was Sunday, and I'd agreed to take her out shopping in exchange for her being my temporary PA. An hour later we were finally on Bond Street. Because of Vanessa's insistence on high-end shopping, I'd been forced to dress up somewhat, and it felt more like I was going to work than going shopping. She'd chosen to wear a figure-hugging dress that stopped just above her knees and black, platform heels, both of which were probably designer, although I wasn't interested enough to enquire. She was only 5'1" but her heels made her at least half a foot taller, and I had no idea how she managed to walk so gracefully. After traipsing through at least ten different high-end shops, she finally decided upon a red sleeveless dress and a blazer, accompanied by a matching red pair of Prada heels. "Is that it?" I sighed, three hours after we'd started shopping. "Yeah, we can go home now," she replied. Shopping had always cheered her up, and I could tell she was relieved to have avoided being recognised. "Let's head back to the car then," I said, carrying her bags like some sort of pack-horse. "I'm looking forward to a sit down." "Oh, it wasn't that bad, was it?" she laughed. "Shopping? With you? I can't think of anything worse," I replied flatly. "You're a dick!" she giggled, slapping my arm. Twenty minutes later, we arrived back at my apartment. "I'm going to try my stuff on, tell me how I look," she said, walking into her bedroom and closing the door behind her. When she returned, she was dressed like the most attractive PA I'd ever had. Her hair was tied in a bun and the dress hugged her hips beautifully. The blazer added a touch of professionalism to the otherwise sexy outfit and her heels made her legs and bum look much firmer. Wow, I thought to myself, I'd never imagined I'd look at my sister and consider her sexy. "You look, um, wow," I said, somewhat lost for words. "Is it okay?" she asked. "For a PA, I mean?" "Well, you'll have the director's staring," I joked. "But I don't think there are any rules against that." ~~~~~ "How do I look?" Vanessa asked me, twirling on the spot in her outfit. "You look like a PA my directors are going to wish they had," I said with a smile. "Come on, I'll have to get you into my office without anybody recognising you." We left my apartment and took the lift down to the underground car park. "So, Andrew?" she asked as we crossed the car park. "Yeah?" "How much did you hate me the last six years?" I looked at her, slightly thrown by her question. Pulling out my car keys, I unlocked the door and climbed into the driver's seat. "You really want to know?" I smiled as I started the ignition. When she nodded I continued with a chuckle. "A lot. I wouldn't be exaggerating to say I didn't want to ever see you again." She remained quiet, and I could tell she was surprised by the answer so I continued. "You're not the same person now, I know that." I reversed from the parking space and began to leave the car park. "But when you showed up on my doorstep, I just assumed you were the same as always." "You want to know the truth about my visit?" she asked. "I didn't come here because I had nowhere to go. I'm planning on getting my own place and I could have stayed with my friends until then but-" "You just wanted to come and annoy your big brother?" I interrupted. "I missed you," she finished. "I wasn't expecting that," I looked at her surprised. "I mean, this little visit has made me realise that actually, I sort of missed you, but I wouldn't have imagined you missed me enough to travel to England." "Yeah, well, with everything going on I thought I could kill two birds with one stone," she said. "Get away from everything back home and meet up with my brother again." "Are you high or something?" I kidded. "This sudden niceness is weird." "I guess I thought you ought to know the truth," she said. "I love you, Andrew." "I love you too, little sis," I replied. "Come on, we're here. Just follow me and try not to be noticed." I parked the car outside the office and entered the large building. "She's with me," I said to the receptionist, nodding to Vanessa. She replied with a small smile before returning to her computer. We took the lift to the fourth floor and walked to my office. I closed the blinds covering the glass walls as my sister took a seat opposite mine. "The meeting's in fifteen minutes," I said. "Are you okay?" "Yeah," she replied. "So I just take notes and look pretty, right?" "Do you think you can manage that?" I laughed. "I'll try my best," she smiled. Just before 11am we walked to the meeting room. I took a seat at the end of the table and Vanessa sat to my right, organising her papers. She didn't have a difficult job, the notes weren't even particularly important, it was just a matter of having a PA to show my authority. Eventually, the board of directors entered the room, nine of them in total. I could tell immediately that a few of them recognised my sister, but none of them said anything about it. I soon realised that I was actually rather nervous, both at the presence of the entire board of directors and at the prospect of embarrassing myself in front of my little sister. The meeting went as most do, boring and relatively unproductive, until about an hour in when I felt a hand touch my groin. I realised immediately that it was my sister's hand, and so I attempted to subtly brush it away. A minute or so later, her hand returned, this time mid-speech. I managed to avoid stuttering and removed her hand once more, but she continued throughout the meeting. Having cast her a few cautionary glances, I finally gave in, allowing her to rub and squeeze my penis through my trousers. I knew it was wrong, but it felt undeniably good, and there was nothing I could do without causing a scene. Attempting to ignore it, I resolved in my mind to chastise her once we were in the car. I was impressed with her ability to multitask as she managed to listen to the meeting, take notes and rub my cock all at the same time. I was thankful we were sat at the end of the table where nobody could see her toying with my erection through the material of my clothes. When the meeting ended, I made eye contact with Vanessa, who threw me a seductive little grin, before biting her lip and looking back down at her notes. I was still mad at her for her actions throughout the meeting, but I was now incredibly horny and couldn't ignore her sexiness. Punishing myself for this in my head, I stood up and walked towards the door, Vanessa following me. She stood beside me and smiled as I shook each director's hand in turn until the room was empty. "Come on, we're going home," I said, bluntly. We walked through the building before climbing back into the car. "What the fuck was that?" I asked angrily, although I had no idea why I was so angry. "I got bored," she said with a wry smile. "So you decided to relieve your boredom by playing with my cock?" I almost shouted. "Exactly," She reached across to touch my groin again, but I slapped her hand away. "We both know you enjoyed it." "Vanessa, I'm your brother!" I only ever called her by her full name when I was angry, and she knew that. "You're kinda hot when you're mad," she smiled. "Plus, what does it matter if you're my brother, it's just a bit of fun. Loosen up." "I can't believe you, 'Nessa." I started the car and began to drive away. "Oh, come on." She threw her head back. "Tell me honestly, was that the best meeting you've ever had?" "Shut up," I replied, but she knew the true answer. "Of course it was, all because your hot little sister played with your dick," she smiled, knowing she had me exactly where she wanted me. "Just have some fun." She reached across to rub my cock, but this time I didn't stop her. "You know this is wrong, 'Nessa, don't you?" "But it feels incredibly right, doesn't it?" she replied, biting her lip and smiling as I turned to look at her. "Two days ago you hated me, and now I'm playing with your cock." I continued driving, trying to ignore the pleasure my little sister was causing me but it was impossible as she rubbed and squeezed my hardening dick. "This feels pretty big," she smiled. "Why don't we get it out?" She unzipped my trousers and slipped her hand inside, removing my member from my boxer shorts and pulling it out of my trousers. "What a nice cock you have here," she grinned. She cupped my balls in her hand and began to play with them, almost taking my breath away. She was right; despite being incredibly wrong it all felt so good. She wrapped her fingers around my cock and slowly stroked up and down, from the base to the tip of my now rock-hard cock. She gradually increased the speed of her strokes as I tried desperately to concentrate on something other than her hands working my rod. As the traffic grinded to a halt, she continued to stroke my shaft, occasionally pausing to rub the head of my penis as I struggled to subdue a moan. "You're loving this, aren't you?" She said, fully aware of the pleasure she was causing me. "I'm gonna make you come, Andrew." I knew it shouldn't have, but listening to my sister talking dirty was an incredible turn on. I could feel myself edging ever closer to orgasm as the traffic began to move again. "'Nessa, I'm gonna come," I said, and she responded by increasing the speed of her strokes until I finally came. "Oh god," I moaned as string after string of cum exploded from my cock, some reaching her dress as the rest covered her unrelenting hand, still stroking my dick. She slowed to a halt and removed her hand, licking away at the cum covering it. "Are we nearly there?" she asked, as though nothing had happened. I simply looked at her, to which she responded with an innocent little smile. Ten minutes later we arrived home and, after placing my penis back inside my trousers, we went into my apartment and slumped down into the sofa. "You give a good handjob, I must admit," I smiled at her as I flicked on the TV. "So I've been told," she replied, with a wink. The rest of the day passed without incident; we both changed out of our formalwear and spent the rest of the day watching TV, laughing and drinking. It was nice to be finally getting along with the sister I'd spent so long hating, but it felt a little strange to be so comfortable sexually together. However, work had stopped me from having a girlfriend for over a year, and not a single one of my exes had been as attractive as Vanessa, so I wasn't going to complain. "It's nearly midnight, 'Nessa," I said. "I'm gonna go to bed." "Oh, me too." She replied, standing up. I stood up and wrapped my arms around her, picking her up and hugging her as I had done when we were kids. I leant down to give her a goodnight kiss, but when my lips touched hers, I felt her hand wander up my back to tangle itself in my hair. I mirrored her as her tongue forced apart my lips, and we continued to kiss for what felt like an eternity, our tongues wrestling together. She pulled away and I gave her a playful kiss on the nose before she turned and headed towards her bedroom. "Night, Andrew," she said. "I love you." "I love you too, 'Nessa. Night." I went into my bedroom and stripped off, turning off the lights before slipping into bed. I tried to take everything in but I couldn't; Vanessa's actions in the meeting, the incredible handjob she gave me, our passionate kiss. I was mid-thought when the door cracked open, dimly lighting the room. "Um, Andrew?" Vanessa said, stood in the doorway. "Uh... could I sleep with you? It's just that, um, I heard a noise in my room and I'm scared." "What are you, five?" I laughed. I watched as her face turned into a cute frown in the dim light. "Come on, then." I opened the covers as she shut the door and almost skipped over to the bed. "There was no noise, was there?" I asked knowingly. "Nope," she said, proudly, as though she'd tricked me. "You little bitch!" I grinned. She made herself comfortable, pressing her back to my chest and her butt against my dick. I laid my arm across her waist, pulling her close to me; it felt slightly wrong, but after what had happened today, it was nothing. She spent a few moments wriggling her hips, trying to get comfortable as her firm ass grinded against my dick. "'Nessa, if you keep doing that, neither of us are going to sleep," I joked. "Oops," she replied. I could tell tonight was going to be an eventful night. A Visit from Vanessa Hudgens Ch. 03 "Andrew, can we go to the beach?" Vanessa asked as I walked into the living room. "You're kidding, right," I replied. "You're in London, not L.A." "But I want to experience the English beaches," she almost whined at me. "Fine, if you insist," I buckled and let her have her way. Truth be told, I could do with a day out myself. "But aren't you still afraid of being noticed?" "What kind of crazy pap would be looking for me on a beach in England on a cold day?" she laughed. "It's the middle of July, 'Nessa. It's one of the hottest days of the year and the beach will be full of people who'll recognise you," "To be honest, I'm kinda missing the attention, it could be fun," she smiled to herself. "I'll put on my bikini then." Amazed that she'd even considered packing a bikini for this unannounced visit, I got myself dressed into shorts and a t shirt. Vanessa came back wearing a black top that hung off her shoulder and a pair of incredibly short denim shorts that offered an eyeful of her pert backside as I walked past her. She stood there for a few more moments, applying her deep red lipstick in a hand mirror before turning to me. "I'm ready," she proclaimed, with a sort of child-like excitement. "Jesus, 'Nessa, that was quick," I replied, surprised. "Although I suppose that's to be expected when you barely put any clothes on," "Shut up, Andrew, I'll be wearing even less at the beach," she smiled cheekily. "Although judging by the erection you had all night last night, I don't think you'll be complaining." I turned away to finish my coffee, worried that I might show my embarrassment. I heard her laugh quietly to herself as I picked up the car keys and walked towards the door. "Come on then," I turned to face her. "Let's go and build your sandcastles." She gave me a gentle punch as she left the apartment, and we headed downstairs to my car. ********** We reached the beach about an hour and a half later. It was nothing like the beaches in America, but it was one of the first places I'd visited when I moved to England so I was rather fond of it. It was 26*C, one of the hottest days of the year, and so people had flocked to the beach in troves. When I finally found somewhere to park the car, I helped my little sister out of the car and we walked towards the sea. "Aw, this is nice," she smiled, looking around. "It's cosy." I laughed to myself at her, acting like a tourist. Carried away with herself, she'd began walking faster and I ended up a few paces behind her. But instead of trying to catch up, I found myself staring at her ass. I guess she'd pulled her shorts up further since we left the house, because her small ass cheeks were now spilling out of them. Before we even reached the beach, she took off her top to reveal a bright yellow bikini top that made her B-cup breasts look magnificent. I felt rather perverted for knowing the size of her breasts, but if she's going to leave her bras lying around my apartment she must expect me to be curious. "Race you to the sea!" She pushed me to the ground when we finally reached the beach. Shocked by her actions and unwilling to let her get away with it, I chased her, running as fast as I could to try and catch her. With her head start, I only caught up to her as she reached the sea. Desperate to get my revenge, I tackled her into the water, laughing as she came up with her mouth wide open, shocked. "That's what you get, you little bitch," I joked, surprised at our childishness. "I hate you," she smiled as she tried to push me under the water. I picked her up by the waist and dropped her back into the waist-deep water. It was only at this point that I realised we'd found a fairly secluded part of the beach; there were only a few people on the beach and nobody but us in the water. "Come on," she grabbed me by the arm and began walking deeper into the water. "I hate you, 'Nessa," I smiled. "I'm all wet now and my car keys probably won't work." "Oh, grow up," she laughed. We stood in the sea, the water up to our chests as we looked back at the mostly-empty stretch of beach. I turned to face Vanessa as she reached under the water for a moment, before smiling cheekily at me and lifting up her shorts. "They were weighing me down," she smiled as she threw them away from her. She took a step towards me and a moment later I felt a hand reach down to my groin. "'Nessa!" I said, shocked that she'd do this in such a public place. She didn't reply, and instead took her hand and slid it inside my shorts to grab my penis. "You know you can't do this here," "What, don't you want your hot little sister playing with your cock in public?" She bit her lip and looked me in the eye. "Or am I not hot enough?" She reached behind herself with her spare hand and the next thing I knew, she was holding her bikini top up in front of me. Dropping it into the sea, she reached down and took my hand, pressing it against her breast. As wrong as receiving a handjob from your sister in public was, there was something that felt incredibly hot about it, and so I took the opportunity to fondle her small, round breasts. As she continued to stroke my cock in my shorts, I boldly reached down to run my fingers along the fabric covering her pussy. She cooed slightly and smiled at me. "I guess getting my tits out helped then, eh?" "You could say that." She moved closer to me, still playing with my now fully-erect rod and kissed me, her tongue dancing around inside my mouth as I reciprocated the action. I couldn't believe I was doing this, least of all in public, but my urges overcame me and I slipped my hand inside of her bikini, feeling her completely bare pussy lips. I stroked my fingers along her pussy before finally sliding a finger inside of her, as she wrapped her arm around my neck and pulled me closer. Spurred on by her reaction, I slid another finger inside of her incredibly tight hole and began to stroke the inside of her twat, causing her to moan into my ear and stroke my cock faster. Unable to control myself, I removed my hand from her bikini and stepped away from her. "Come on, we're going home," I said a bit more sternly than I'd intended. "Wha- why?" she replied, shocked. "Because I want to fuck you," I turned to her and watched her confused frown become a surprised smile. "Well it's about fucking time," she smiled as we began walking back to the beach. "You might want to wear this," I said, taking my t shirt off and handing her it when her breasts were visible out of the water. My shirt was white and soaked, so it did very little to protect her dignity, but neither of us were particularly bothered about that. As I got out of the water, I turned to look at my little sister – the sister who, in just a few days, I'd gone from hating with a passion to desperately wanting to fuck. My wet t shirt clung to her body, outlining her breasts and making her nipples incredibly prominent. We finally reached the car, and I couldn't drive home fast enough. We stopped at some traffic lights and I turned to see Vanessa taking off the t shirt. "What are you doing?" I asked. "It's wet," she replied, throwing it into the back seat. "And now you've made me horny," I almost stalled the car in shock as I watched her slip her hand inside of her bikini and touch herself, her other hand caressing one of her breasts. "Thank God I got the model with tinted windows," I joked. "How about you concentrate on getting us home quickly, and I'll concentrate on fucking myself," she winked at me. I found it hard to believe that the girl touching herself and talking filthy beside me was the same girl who I remember as a teenager. ********** As soon as we got home and I shut the door behind us, Vanessa pushed me against it, her hand once again groping at my crotch. I grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her towards me, pressing my lips against hers and sliding my tongue inside her mouth. She pulled my semi-hard cock out of my shorts and dropped to her knees, looking up at me with her big brown eyes before wrapping her lips around the head. I moaned involuntarily as her bright red lips worked on my throbbing member, and I resisted the urge to thrust deep inside of her mouth. She gradually worked her way up the shaft, and I couldn't help thinking how impressive it was to watch my little sister give head so well. She took my dick as far into her mouth as it could go, and I felt it enter her throat. She looked me in the eyes as she gagged, now deepthroating me, but stubbornly refused to give up. After what felt like a lifetime of pleasure for me, she freed my dick from her mouth, gasping for air but not missing a beat in proceeding to stroke my shaft. Becoming increasingly frustrated, I pulled her up by her hair. "Come on," I said, grabbing her arm and pulling her towards the bedroom. Once in the bedroom, I pushed her down onto the bed. All that was covering her pussy was a wet bikini, which I promptly moved to the side once I'd spread her legs. Unable to resist any longer, I pressed my mouth into her crotch, tasting my little sister's beautiful cunt for the first time. I couldn't help myself, and before long I was tonguing her tight hole whilst I rubbed her clit, eliciting incredibly arousing moans as she squirmed on the bed. "Andrew," she moaned. "Just fuck me, please." More than happy to oblige, I pulled off her bikini, turned her over onto her chest and lifted her ass in the air. If I had to guess, I'd say Vanessa was a doggy style kind of girl, and even if she wasn't I was happy to have such a good view of her bare ass. Her pussy was already soaked – a combination of my spit and her own wetness – and my cock slid straight inside her tight hole, causing us to moan in unison. I started off slowly, overwhelmed by how good my sister's cunt felt wrapped around my cock, but as she begged me to fuck her harder I was more than happy to do so. I would never have expected Nessa to be a screamer, but she was, and every time I thrusted balls-deep inside of her, she screamed at the top of her lungs. "Oh fuck yes," she moaned in between screams. "Make me cum!" I carried on pounding her from behind until finally she came, collapsing on the bed in front of me and, to my surprise, squirting. I playfully spanked her ass, hard enough to make her moan as she recomposed herself and got to her knees. She wasn't finished, and gave my cock a few quick sucks before pushing me down onto the bed and straddling me. Taking control of my cock, she pressed it against her pussy and quickly lowered herself down, making me gasp in both surprise and pleasure. She rode my cock like a porn star, and I watched as she moaned and bit her lip. To my surprise, she took my hand and placed two fingers in her mouth, sucking them until they were wet. Then she pulled my hand behind her and pressed it against her asshole. "Please," she moaned. Happily, I slipped two fingers inside of her tight ass, and she both began to scream louder and rode my dick more furiously. I was learning new things about my sister – I hadn't expected anal play to be in her list of interests. "Fuck, Nessa, I'm gonna cum!" I said as I moved closer to my climax. She climbed off me and proceeded to suck my cock again, sliding her lips from the tip to the base of my cock, making me moan every time the head of my penis slid inside her throat. "Fuck yes!" I moaned as I began to cum, Nessa still playing with my balls and deepthroating my cock. She looked up at me as I blew spurt after spurt of cum into her mouth, until finally she swallowed it all. She licked my tender dick clean before looking up at me with a cheeky grin on her face. "Fuck, Andrew, you're good." "You too, sis," I said, exhausted.