33 comments/ 341269 views/ 67 favorites At The Cabin With My Sister By: Van999 Please feel free to email me with your comments. Also, if you like the story, please vote for it. Thanks, Van ***** "It's about time you got here," Connie said with a smile as I opened the door, "grab a brush and get to work!" "Jeez, give me a break, I've been driving for four hours," I said as I put my suitcase down and embraced my sister. "So how long's it been," she asked, "since we've seen each other?" "Probably last year at Uncle Jack's funeral." "Oh, yeah, I'd forgotten about that," she said as she put the paintbrush on the table, "anyway, it's really good to see you again. I know you weren't exactly overjoyed about having to come up here." That was an understatement, I thought to myself. I remembered the phone call I'd gotten from Connie several weeks earlier. "Tom," she said, "you know mom and dad's anniversary is coming up." I knew immediately trouble was coming. I could always tell with Connie. "And you know the lake they go to every summer?" she continued. "Yeah." "Well, you won't believe this, but Kim and I found this little cottage for sale there. It's right on the lake. And the best part is the price. It's been on the market for ages and the owner just wants to get rid of it." "And how," I asked tentatively, "does this involve me?" "Well, Kim and I thought the three of us could get together and, you know, sort of buy it for them as an anniversary present." "Uh, O.K.," I said, "tell me more." Connie gave me the details. "Well, off the top of my head, it's sounds like something I might be able to afford," I told her, "but tell me, why's it so cheap?" "Let's just say it needs a little work," was Connie's reply. And that's how I'd gotten roped into spending a long four day weekend with my two sisters, in the woods in the middle of nowhere, fixing up a cabin for our parents anniversary. ***** "Kim had something come up at work," Connie said, "so she won't be here until tomorrow. Come on, I'll give you a tour of the place." There wasn't much to show and the tour took all of two minutes. One room with a couch and two beds. A kitchenette on the side and a bathroom. That was the extent of the tour. Luckily, despite it's remoteness, it had electricity and running water. As we painted, I studied my sister, realizing it had been eight months since I'd last seen her. At twenty-nine, she was the middle one, two years younger than me. Kim was the baby of the family at twenty-seven. As a kid, I'd always thought Connie was pretty. With short black hair and blue, sparkling eyes, she always seemed to have a smile on her face. Physically though, Connie was the misfit of the family. Her dad and I were both tall and slender, and where her mother and sister were thin, almost petite, Connie had a fuller figure. Her breasts were large and round, her hips full, and her waist, while not fat, was certainly not thin. Curvy would be a good way to describe it, I thought to myself. As long as I could remember, she'd always been on one diet or another, trying to control her weight. I remember she'd once looked in the mirror and jokingly asked our mother if she was adopted. Now, as I watched her painting, she wore a pair of loose fitting shorts and a white blouse with the logo of some nightclub on the front. "You still a wine drinker, Tom?" she asked. "Of course." "There's a case of it in the trunk of my car," she said, "it might make the work a little easier." I lugged the case inside and as I opened a bottle, I watched as Connie bent down to dip her brush in the paint can. Her blouse was cut straight from shoulder to shoulder, and as she leaned over, the top of it fell away from her body, her large breasts hanging beneath her, allowing a view of the deep cleavage in between. I could feel a slight blush cross my face. I averted my eyes and poured a glass of wine for each of us. "Have you heard from...him?" I asked, as I put her glass on the table beside her, "Any contact?" She knew who I meant. "Nah, just through the attorney. The divorce papers will be ready next week." "You'll feel better, Connie, after the papers are signed. It's sort of like a closure. I know I felt better when Janet and I finalized ours." "How long's it been now, Tom?" "Since she left? About a year and a half." "It seems like only yesterday when you guys got married." "Hey, no melancholy thoughts today, O.K.?" I said. "It's hard not to be a little melancholy. I mean, the weddings are always so nice. No one ever warns you about the divorce part." "The first few months are the worst," I said, "but then it gets better, you'll see. Hey, this is all too gloomy. Let's shut up and get back to work." ***** Despite the cabin's small size, every square inch of the interior was badly in need of paint, so the progress was slow. And it was hot, very hot. It was only eleven in the morning, and despite the fact we had the windows and door wide open, it felt like a steam room. I could feel the sweat dripping down my side. Putting down my brush, I peeled off my shirt and threw it on the table. "Nice to be a guy, huh?" Connie said with a giggle. "Hey, no one's stopping you from doing the same," I said with a chuckle. "Yeah, right. Remind me, the first thing we have to buy to make this place livable is a big fan." I looked at her. A large V-shaped area of sweat had formed across the front of her blouse. Little beads of sweat glistened on her forehead and the hair on the back of her head was matted down where it made contact with her neck. When she turned back to her painting, I saw a line of sweat had formed in a vertical strip down the back of her shorts. "I give up," Connie said a few minutes later, "It's too hot. Maybe there's something I can work on outside." She put her brush down and stepped outside to the front porch. "Oh, God!" she exclaimed. "What?" "It's just as hot out here," she shouted back. I put down my brush and followed her. Connie was right, it was just as hot, maybe hotter, but at least there was a little bit of air movement. Suddenly, my eyes were drawn to a length of hose lying against the cabin wall. "Ah, relief," I said, "I wonder if it works." I turned on the spigot and was delighted to see the water pouring out of the nozzle. I held the hose up, allowing the water to spray out on my head. "Hey, no hogging all the water," Connie giggled from the porch. I turned toward her and stuck out my tongue. "Wait your turn," I yelled. A moment later, I felt the hose being jerked from my hand. I turned, and a blast of water hit me in the face, splashing down my front. Startled, I took a quick step backward. "No fair keeping it all for yourself," she said with a giggle, the hose still pointed at me. I rubbed my eyes and without thinking, my arm darted forward and I grabbed the nozzle from her hand, then turned the stream of water on her. Connie let out a little scream and lunged for the hose. As she did, one foot caught behind the other and she slowly stumbled on to her stomach on the wet grass. "Gotcha now!" I cried out and directed the spray of water directly at my sister's back as she lay on the ground. "Oh, yeah?" she said. Suddenly, she rolled to the side and with a quick movement of her arm, grabbed my ankle, causing me to lose my balance and fall to the ground beside her. She fell on top of me, lunging for the hose, but I was able to twist out from under her, and for a minute the two of us were rolling on the wet grass, wrestling for control of the hose, giggling and laughing like little kids. Connie finally grabbed the hose away from me and rolled to the side. I got up on my knees and faced her. She held the nozzle in front of her face with both hands, as if aiming a rifle. In our struggles, we must have somehow twisted the setting on the nozzle, because now, instead of a wide spray, the water was spurting out of the hose in a thin, powerful jet aimed right at my face. Connie let out another loud giggle as she continued to fire the jet of water at me. I lunged forward and she fell back, and in an instant, I was on top of her, my legs straddling her stomach as she lay on her back on the wet grass. I grabbed the hose from her hand and let out a loud, theatrical laugh, as I aimed the nozzle at her. "I can see Connie's boobies," I said in a singsong voice as the jet of water sprayed across her chest. Looking down, Connie blushed. He white blouse and bra clung tightly to her huge breasts, the soaking wet material almost transparent. The outline of her nipples could be clearly seen, poking up from under the wet cloth. "You pervert," she cried out as I continued to spray her. Suddenly, her arm came up and I let out a loud grunt as her fist landed on my stomach. "Take that, you pervert," she giggled. "No fair!" I cried out, startled by the force of her punch. Without thinking, I grabbed the bottom of her blouse and yanked it up, directing the jet of water at her stomach. "Ouch," she screamed out, "that hurts!" "Give up?" I asked. There was a momentary pause, as if Connie was thinking about it. "Never!" she suddenly cried out and her arm came up again, this time her fist hitting me in the middle of my crotch, just missing my balls. "No fair fighting dirty," I said as she continued to struggle underneath me. "Ha! Look who's talking," she cried out with another giggle, "you're the pervert. I grabbed the bottom of her blouse again so I could continue spraying her bare stomach. As I did, two buttons popped off her blouse, and I felt the tip of my thumb touch the bottom of her bra. Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, I saw her fist coming at me again. As I tried to raise my arm to block her punch, my thumb inadvertently caught under the front of her bra, and as my arm flew up, I watched as two more buttons popped off her blouse into the air, and I heard a distinct snapping sound as the little plastic fastener at the front of her bra broke apart. My arm continued upward, her fist hitting hard against my open hand, and as she continued to struggle underneath me, I looked down and watched as the front of Connie's blouse fell open, and her bra flew off to either side, releasing her breasts from their confinement. Her breasts were huge, with large reddish-brown aureoles at least an inch and a half in diameter. Without thinking, I pointed the stream of water at them. Realizing what had happened, Connie let out a scream, crossing her arms in front of her to cover herself. "Ha, now I've got you where I want you. Try to hit me know," I said, realizing in order to hit me, she'd have to expose herself. "Get off me, you Goddamn pervert," she shouted. "You have to give up first," I said. "Never," she said, sticking her tongue out at me. "You have to give up," I repeated. There was a pause. "You wish," she suddenly cried out, and both her arms came up, her fists landing hard into my stomach. Startled, I grabbed her wrists and lurched forward, pinning her arms to the wet grass above her head. In the process, my body slid up on hers until now, I was straddling her upper stomach, my legs on either side of her, my thighs pressed against the sides of her bare breasts. She struggled underneath me, her back and forth motions causing her breasts to slap against my legs. "Let me up, you Goddamn fucking pervert," she cried out again. "Not until you say uncle," I said. She raised her head and a moment later let out a loud laugh. Following her gaze, I looked down. During our struggles, the snap at the top of my loose gym shorts must have come undone, and now, with my legs spread wide apart on either side of her, the front of my shorts hung open, exposing my white jockeys underneath. Worse, just as with Connie's blouse, the water made the underwear almost transparent, the outline of my cock and the bulge of my balls clearly visible as the wet fabric clung tight against me. "I see Tommy's pee pee!" Connie howled, "I see Tommy's pee pee." Instinctively, I tried to bring my legs together, succeeding only in crushing Connie's breasts between my thighs. "Ouch," she yelled again, and suddenly I felt a sharp pain in my back as her knee slammed into me from behind. Still holding her wrists, I slid my body down to trap her legs but she quickly spread them, and wrapping her legs around me, began kicking me in the back with her heels. Suddenly, I realized our crotches were pressed tightly together, and as she continued to kick me from behind, her legs spread wide, I could feel my penis pressing against her. As Connie continued to struggle, I watched her breasts swing from side to side on her chest, swaying back and forth like overfilled water balloons. I couldn't help myself. I put my face in the deep valley between her breasts and made a loud, long farting sound with my mouth as I rotated my head from side to side. "My God!" she screamed in mock horror, "you are a perverted bastard! Get off me now, you sicko!" "Not until you give up," I told her again. "I never give up," she said firmly, "especially to a creep like you." I started to lower my head again to give her another razzing, but she twisted beneath me, and my face came directly down on her breast, her nipple pressing against my cheek. I gave it a hard bite with my lips. "Ouch," she cried out, "Touch my breasts again and I'll..." "Or you'll what?" I interrupted. There was a pause. "Or I'll...I'll tell mommy and daddy my big brother is picking on me," she blurted out. "And I'll tell them my mean sister squirted me with water," I said. "Ha," Connie said, "and I'll tell them my mean brother was holding me to the ground and I could feel his pee pee pressed against me." Whether from the friction of her body rubbing against mine, or maybe because I'd been staring down at her bare breasts, I didn't know, but I suddenly realized I was hard, and the way our pelvises were pressed together, it was obvious Connie felt it too. "It's just the friction that made it...," I mumbled. Now it was my turn to be embarrassed. I raised my hips. "Friction, ha!" she interrupted with a sneer, "This is probably the closest you've gotten to a woman since Janet left you, you desperate, horny loser." "Look who's talking," I blurted out sarcastically "You must have kept Jack really satisfied. I mean, your marriage lasted a whole two years." "I'm sure I kept him happier than that ice woman wife of yours did. Now get off me, you stupid lout." "Uh, oh," I said, "now you've gone to far. When you call a guy a lout..." "Oh, yeah," Connie interrupted, "what are you 'gonna do about it?" Still pinning her wrists to the ground, I brought my head down, and with my lips covering my teeth, I bit the side of her breast. "Ouch, you filthy swine," she cried out, "at least I have tits to bite, not like that flat-chested witch you were dumb enough to marry." It was no secret, I knew, that both my sisters had always disliked my ex. Connie renewed her struggles, suddenly thrusting her hips upward, causing her pelvic bone to slam against my erection. "Ouch," I shouted, "No fair! That hurt." "You deserve it, you stupid pig," she yelled, "you and your stupid hardon." "Ha! This is probably the closest you've been to a real man since your loving hubby ran away with his receptionist," I said with a laugh. "A real man, where?" she said, looking from side to side, "Where's this real man you're talking about?" Suddenly, with a twist of her wrists, one of her hands broke free of my grasp. As my arm came back down, my hand slid on the wet grass, causing me to lurch forward, my face landing in the soft cushion of Connie's breast. Without thinking, I opened my mouth, and with a loud slurping sound, sucked as much of her breast into mouth as I could. "Goddamn you," she screamed, "who said you could do that?" She pushed my head back with her hand, but I increased the suction with my mouth, causing her breast to pull away from her body in a distended cone. "Goddamn it, let go," she cried out, "let go of my tit!" She continued her attempts to squirm out from beneath me, her pelvis wiggling back and forth against me when suddenly, I felt her body go limp beneath mine, as if all the fight had gone out of her. "O.K., O.K.," she said softly, "you wanted to hear it, so I'll say it. I give up. Uncle. I quit." I released her breast from my mouth and slowly raised my head. I felt her hand patting the back of my head. "You heard me, doggy, I give up," she repeated, "you can get off me now." "Good doggy," she said, giving me another pat on the head, "you're my good doggy." She gave me another pat, then another, then another, then to my amazement, I felt the soft pressure of her open hand against the back of my head as she slowly pushed my head lower, then lower still, until my mouth was again against her breast. Suddenly confused, I hesitated, until I felt the gentle push on the back of my head continue. I slowly opened my mouth and I heard a little moaning whimper come from deep in Connie's throat as her nipple slid between my parted lips. Now, her pelvis was pushing up at me in a steady, slow rhythm. Suddenly, the motion stopped and her body froze beneath me. "I'm sorry, Tom," she whispered in my ear, "It's just...It's just been so long since I've been with a man. It's been so very long. I'm truly sorry." I hesitated, not sure what to do. I could feel the warmth of her breast against my lips and without thinking, I extended my tongue and ran it in a little circle around her nipple. Connie let out another low, whimpering moan. "Oh, God, Tom," she whispered, "We can't. It isn't...You're my brother." There was a pause, then suddenly she let out another moan and her hands were on either side of my head, pulling my head hard into the softness of her breast. "Yes, so good, baby," she moaned again as I took her breast deeper into my mouth. Now, I felt her hand sliding between our bodies, moving lower, reaching under the top of my shorts until her fingers made contact with my erection. "Oh, my God, baby," Connie whispered in my ear, "Oh, God, will you ever forgive me, baby? Will you ever forgive your sister? It's just...It's just I need it. I need it so bad..." I let out a little gasp as she clenched her fist around me. "I know..." she hissed softly, "I know it isn't right, but I need it. Can you understand, baby? I need it. I need to feel... to feel a cock in me. To feel your cock in me." With my mouth still on her breast, and her hand still held firmly around my erection, I slid to the side and began to massage her stomach with the flat of my hand. Moving my hand lower, I slid my fingers under the hem of her shorts, then lower, under her panties, and she let out a long, low moan as I cupped my hand over her crotch. I began to move my fingers in slow up and down strokes, gently parting the lips of her pussy. A quiver went through her body and her hips rose up to meet my fingers. "Oh, God, baby," she cried out, her fist clenching harder around my cock, "Yes, Tom, do me, baby. I need you to do me." Suddenly, she released her hold on my cock, and rolling to the side, got up on her knees and grabbed at my shorts. With her fingers under the top hem, she gave a tug, and in one quick motion pulled my shorts and underwear down to my knees, allowing my cock to spring free. "Oh, God, baby!" she cried out, her eyes wide open as she stared at it, it's bulbous head pointed directly toward her. Oh, God," she moaned again, and I watched in amazement as she quickly pulled off her blouse and bra and threw them to the ground Without taking her eyes off my erection, she reached down and slid her shorts and panties down her hips and off her legs, until she was kneeling naked in front of me, her neatly trimmed patch of black pubic hair contrasting with the whiteness of her skin. At The Cabin With My Sister Water continued to spray from the hose, and I watched as her body slowly fell backward into the large puddle that surrounded us. Now flat on her back, she extended her arms out to me, her glazed-over eyes continuing to stare at my erection. As she spread her legs, I watched the warm water of the puddle flow in little spinning eddies, engulfing the red, swollen lips of her pussy. I slowly leaned forward and knelt over her. "Oh, my God!" she cried out, "Oh, my God, Tom, I need it. I need it now." She reached up and grabbed my head, pulling me down toward her. I let out a gasp as she grasped my cock and guided it toward her opening. A sharp, whimpering moan came from deep in her throat as I lowered my hips and the head of my cock parted the lips of her pussy. With one slow, continuous motion, I pushed my cock deeper into her passage, and Connie let out a little scream when my pelvis finally pressed hard against hers, my cock fully inside her. I remained motionless for a second, maybe more, then I began a slow, in and out motion. "Oh, my God!" she cried out, "Yes, baby, yes." Suddenly, her hands came down hard on my ass, her fingernails digging deep into my skin. Little whimpering moans came from deep in her throat as her fingernails clawed at my ass, forcing me deeper inside her. "Yes, baby," she cried out, "Do it, baby. Oh, fuck!" I slowly increased the speed of my in and out strokes, and suddenly, her legs flew up and wrapped around me, allowing her body to thrust upward to meet each of my downward strokes. Now, sharp little groans came in rapid succession out of her throat as our bodies pounded together, each of our downward motions causing a loud splashing sound as the fleshy pillows of her ass slapped into the water. Connie's arm moved lower, and with each downward stroke, I felt her hand sandwiched between us as she furiously moved her fingers against her clit. "Oh, my God!" she cried out, "Oh, my God!" I increased the tempo of my in and out strokes, my cock pounding harder into her. Now, Connie's breaths were nothing more than short gasps, her body flying upward to meet each of the downward strokes of my cock. "Oh, God, Tom," she screamed as she gasped for air, "Oh, God! Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!" I took her ass in my hands, my fingers sinking deep into her soft cushions, pulling her tighter against me, forcing myself deeper into her. Now, gasping for breath, her words were no more than short screams, and even as I knew I was about to cum, I felt a shiver go through my body as I listened to the words coming out of her mouth in short, staccato bursts. "Goddamn! Goddamn motherfucker!" she screamed, "Fucking, Goddamn motherfucker! I looked up at her face, and watched as her eyes rolled back into her head. I felt a tiny quiver go through her, the words now coming out of her mouth in short, sharp bursts. "Jesus, fucking Christ!" she screamed, "I'm going to cum! Fuck! Fuck...my cunt...Fuck me hard...fuck my Goddamn fucking cunt!" As I continued to pound myself against her, I felt a boiling feeling in my balls, and knew I was about to burst. Suddenly, Connie's head began to roll from side to side, water spraying in a mist off her hair, her eyes glazed over, her breaths coming in sharp, deep gasps. Now, her words were nothing more than almost unintelligible grunts coming from deep in her throat. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" she moaned, "Fuck me...fuck me...Oh, Jesus, mother fucking Christ! I'm 'gonna cum...I'm 'gonna cum!" Suddenly, I felt another quiver go through her body, and the quiver became stronger, until her entire body was shaking underneath mine and suddenly, I felt the boiling in my balls grow stronger and I threw my head back and a deep, uncontrollable groan came out of my throat as the first stream of cum burst from my cock, deep into my sister's passage. Now, Connie's body was shaking under mine and as wave after wave of my cum spewed out of my cock, I watched as her head flew from side to side, her breasts flying back and forth across her chest, and suddenly, she let out a long, sharp, piercing scream as her body shook violently under mine. ***** It seemed like we had been motionless there for a long time. Lying in the pool of water, my body collapsed limply on top of her, my now flaccid cock still inside her, her passage filled with my cum, when suddenly I felt her body stiffen beneath me, and she screamed - a sharp, high pitched scream, and I looked up, and there, not more than twenty feet from us was my sister Kim, her hand over her mouth, her eyes wide open, standing there with a look of absolute terror on her face, staring at us, staring at her brother and sister as they lay in a pool of water on the grass, her brother's cock still deep inside her naked sister. ***** "Look, Kim, it just happened," I said to my sister, "Connie's sorry it happened. I'm sorry it happened. It's never happened before and it will never happen again, and no matter how much we might want to, we can't make in un-happen." We were sitting in lounge chairs on the front porch of the cabin. After seeing us on the grass, Kim had turned and run to her car, sobbing. She'd sped off and it took two hours of persuasion on the cell phone by Connie and myself to convince her to come back. She hadn't said more than two or three words since she'd returned. As if in a state of shock, she stared ahead, unwilling to look either of us in the eyes. "Tom's right," Connie said, leaning forward toward her sister, "I feel like a real jerk now. We never planned it. It was all my fault. I feel so ashamed." "No, it wasn't your fault," I said to her, "It wasn't anyone's fault, it just happened. Anyway, look, life has to go on so let's forget about it and change the subject, O.K.?" I looked up and saw Kim slowly nod. "I guess you're right," she said softly, a small smile coming briefly to her face, "I guess even though you've both behaved like mindless assholes your still my brother and sister. She stood and clapped her hands together, as if signaling she was ready to move on with life, despite what she'd seen. "I'm starving," she said, "Tom, why don't you open some wine and I'll get the sandwiches I bought on the way up here." ***** Maybe it was the wine, maybe it was just the fact we were relaxing out in the middle of nowhere, but by the time we'd finished our lunch, it was as if everything that had happened earlier had been forgotten. I watched the two of them as the sat in their lounge chairs, their heads together, giggling about some childhood experience. They couldn't have been more different, I thought as I looked at them. Connie, with her large breasts and full hips and Kim, petite and thin, with flat, trim hips and tiny breasts. And their personalities. Connie loud and sometimes course, and Kim, shy and reserved, rarely raising her voice, rarely allowing a bad word to pass between her lips. Even the way they dressed was different. Kim had always been the sophisticated one, her clothes always stylish, her makeup perfect, whereas Connie didn't care much about what she wore, seeming to prefer her baggy shorts and t-shirts to anything else. Connie must have driven directly from work, I figured, because she wore a pair of stylish tan pants, with a matching tan blouse with ruffles around the shoulders. She had a silk scarf tied around her neck and a silver earring hung from each ear. She was the smart one in the family, we all knew. With a master's degree in finance, she was already some kind of vice-president at the bank where she worked. "So, any word from Roy?" Connie asked her. A small frown crossed Kim's face as she put down her wine glass. "We talk occasionally. Maybe once every other week. Only on the phone," she said softly. Kim and Roy had been living together for more than two years. A date had been set for their wedding when Roy suddenly backed out. He'd moved out of the apartment and abruptly called off the wedding. I'd heard all this second hand from Connie, who'd spent hours on the phone trying to console her sobbing sister who was devastated by it all. "Anyway," Kim continued, her frown turning into a smile, "that's all old business. He's gone and life goes on, right?" "Here's a toast to us losers in love," I said raising my glass, "Look's like we've all struck out in that department." Connie and Kim both smiled as the three of us clicked our glasses together. Kim took another sip of wine. "He called me a cold fish," she said softly, staring down at her glass, "When he left, he called me that." "It was never very good between us," she continued, her voice no more than a whisper, as if she didn't care if we heard her or not, "I was always working. I never had time for him. I was always too tired. I just couldn't seem to make it work..." Her voice drifted off and I saw a small tear form at the corner of her eye. "Don't be so hard on yourself," Connie said, "sometimes relationships just don't work out." "Sometimes, I dream about being more like you," Kim said, looking up at her sister, "I mean, you say what you think, you do what you want. I can't do that. I almost feel like there's another person inside me, another person waiting to break free, a person wanting to live, to enjoy, but old inhibited, fuddy-duddy Kim won't let that person out." There was a pause. "That doesn't make any sense at all, does it?" Kim said with a little smile. "I think I know what you're saying," Connie said as she leaned forward and wiped the tear from her sister's eye, "Why don't you make this breakup with Roy the end of a chapter. Forget about him and start a new chapter now. Hell, not a new chapter, why don't you make this the start of a whole new, exciting book? A book full of adventure and mystery." Kim smiled at her sister. "I'll try, Connie," she said, "I'll really try." ***************** Connie stood and stared up at the sun. "God, it's still hot as hell," she said, "This heat has completely taken away my will to work." "Or was it the wine you drank?" Kim asked with a giggle. I knew Kim wasn't much of a drinker and I'd been surprised to see her refill her glass several times. "Why don't we go swimming?" Connie said, turning to us. "I didn't bring a suit," Kim said. "Me neither," I chimed in. "Then we'll just have to go skinny-dipping," Connie said with a giggle. Kim looked at her and frowned. "Jeez, what a bunch of party-poopers you guys are," Connie laughed. "I've got a better idea," I said, "See that big shade tree down by the water. Let's move our party down there. At least maybe we could go wading in the water." The girls nodded in agreement and I grabbed an empty cardboard box. Using it as a makeshift picnic basket, I threw in a couple of bottles of wine and some snacks. Connie grabbed a blanket and some towels and the three of us headed down the sloping front lawn to the lake. "It really is beautiful here," Kim said after we'd settled down on the blanket and I'd poured us each another wine. I looked out over the deserted lake and shook my head in agreement. "So, are you guys ready?" Connie asked as she stood up. "Ready for what?" Kim said, a confused look on her face. "For skinny-dipping, silly," Connie said with a laugh. Kim frowned as she stared back at her sister. "We did it when we were kids," Connie said, looking at Kim. "Yeah, but there were no boys around then," Kim said with a glance toward me. "He's not a boy," Connie laughed, "He's our brother." "Count me out," Kim said, "Besides, you wouldn't have the nerve anyway." "Ha! Says who?" "Says me," Kim answered. There was a long pause as Connie stood there staring down at us. Suddenly, she turned, and with her back to us, we watched as she pulled her t-shirt over her head. She undid her bra and with a shrug of her shoulders let it fall to the grass. Leaning over, she pulled off her shorts and her panties and sprinted toward the water, her breasts flying up and down, her full ass jiggling behind her. A second later, she was chest deep in the water, looking back at us. "Come on in," she yelled, "The water's great." "Chickens," she called out when neither of us moved. "She's a bit crazy, isn't she?" Kim said as we watched Connie frolicking in the water. "Yeah, she's always been that way," I answered with a chuckle. Kim took another sip of wine and turned toward me. "So, Tom," she said, her voice suddenly serious, "when you guys...when you two...you know...when you did it. Was it really unplanned? I mean, had you ever thought about it before? With your sister, I mean." I looked at Kim. She was blushing, staring down at her wine glass. I hesitated, not sure how to answer. "It was unplanned," I answered truthfully, "It just happened spontaneously." "But what I mean," she continued in a soft voice, "is before that...before today. Had you ever looked at her...you know, looked at her that way?" "You mean, had I ever thought about my sister in a sexual way?" I asked. Kim nodded. "Yes, I guess that's what I meant." Again, I hesitated, not sure where the conversation was going, what direction it might take. "She's my sister," I said, "so I never...I mean, she's a woman and I'm a man, and I know the difference...so maybe if I saw her dressing, or coming out of the bathroom after a shower, or in a bikini or something..." I knew I wasn't making much sense. "Did it...did it turn you on when you saw her like that? Like dressing? Or in a bikini?" Kim asked. I could feel a blush come over my face. "Maybe a little bit...just a little bit." "What did you like," Kim continued, "I'm curious. Her big...her big breasts? Her big rear?" "No, it had nothing to do with that," I said, "It's just like I said, she's a woman and I'm a man." Kim continued to stare at me, a confused look on her face. "Did you ever...I'm curious...did you ever see me dressing, or coming out of the bathroom after a shower, or whatever?" I could feel my blush deepening. "What? Tell me," Kim demanded. I took another sip of wine. "Should I tell you a story?" I asked. "Sure," Kim said, "Tell me." "It happened long ago. But you have to promise, you have to cross your heart you won't get mad." "I promise," she said. "Do you remember when you were a junior in college," I finally answered, "and you stayed in my apartment that weekend to check out the college there? To check it out for grad school?" "Of course I remember," Kim answered. "I can still remember," I said, "you got ready for bed that night and you wore this little purple outfit and it was skimpy and almost translucent and we sat up late watching TV and you laid on the floor in front of the TV and I sat on the couch behind you..." I realized my voice was drifting off, not sure if I should continue. "And? Go on," she said. "And I can remember sitting there, watching you, and that skimpy little outfit would ride up your legs and I could see...I could see a lot. And then you'd get up and sit beside me on the couch with your legs crossed under you and when I knew you weren't watching I'd turn my head slightly and I'd try to see through the thin material...I'd try to see what was underneath. And the top was cut low and when you'd move, when you'd bend forward...I'd stare, hoping I could see, you know, more of you, like maybe see your breasts. Hoping you wouldn't notice." "And how did it make you feel, looking at your sister that way," Kim asked. "A little guilty," I continued, "I mean, I know you're not supposed to...but I did. I did look. I couldn't help it. And..." "And what?" A smile came to my face and I chuckled. "What?" Kim asked, "tell me what's so funny." "No...I can't." "Tell me," she demanded. "Well, remember you slept in my bed and I slept on the couch in the living room..." I paused. "Go on," Kim insisted. "Well, I was lying on the couch and I couldn't sleep and I, you know, I needed some relief... "Some relief?" Kim asked. "Yes, you know...I mean, I'd been looking at you for the past three or four hours in that skimpy little outfit and it sort of, you know, turned me on and I needed to do something about it." "You mean, you needed to masturbate?" Kim interrupted. I nodded. "So, go on," she said. "Well, I was doing it on the couch, and I looked up and suddenly realized the light was on in the bathroom and then it hit me that I hadn't even noticed. You'd walked through the living room not ten feet from me and I was so busy...so busy doing what I was doing, I didn't even notice you walk by. Thank God it was dark in the room. Funny story, huh?" "Hilarious," Kim answered dryly. She took another sip of wine. "I'm curious, did you ever...did you ever get that way after you'd looked at Connie," she asked, "I mean with her big boobs and all..." I shook my head. "I'm not a...a big boob guy. I think yours are, I mean I thought yours were just perfect." A blush crossed Kim's face. "That's all," I said suddenly, throwing my hands up in the air, "No more true confessions for today. Let's talk about the weather now," I said with a laugh. Kim leaned forward and gave me a little kiss on the cheek. "Thanks," she said softly, "Thanks for telling me. For being honest." There was a pause as we both watched Connie playing in the water. "Would you like to see them now," Kim asked softly, turning toward me. I looked at her, confused. "You know," she continued, "what you told me you wanted to see before. If I went skinny-dipping with our crazy sister, you'd be able to see them." There was a pause, then I slowly nodded. "Yes," I said, "Yes, I'd like it if you would do that." Kim stood, and facing me, she slowly began unbuttoning her blouse. She pulled it off, and reaching behind her back, undid her bra and I let out a little gasp as it fell to the ground. Her breasts stood on her chest firm and proud, with little brown areoles the size of a quarter. And her nipples...I couldn't help staring at them. At least a half-inch long, they jutted hard and erect from her upturned breasts, seeming to point to the sky. Kim leaned forward and undid the front of her slacks. She slid them off her hips and down her legs, kicking them onto the grass. Now, she stood facing me in only her panties. Slowly, she put her thumbs under the hem of her panties, and with a slight wiggle of her hips, slid them down and off. For a second, maybe two, she stood facing me, giving time for my gaze to go from her breasts to the neatly trimmed patch of black pubic hair at the juncture of her thighs. Then, with a little giggle, she was gone. "Ready or not, here I come," she shouted, the muscles of her tight little ass flexing as she ran to join her sister in the water. ***** I sipped my wine as I watched them, splashing about in the water, giggling constantly. The giggles stopped for a moment, and suddenly, they were both running in my direction. Before I could react, Connie grabbed my arms and pulled them up while Kim yanked my t-shirt over my head. Now, their giggles louder than ever, Connie pushed my shoulders to the ground while Kim unfastened the front of my shorts, and in one continuous motion, she pulled my shorts and jockeys down and off my legs. "Everybody skinny-dips on this beach," Connie shouted with a giggle, and grabbing me by the arms, they dragged me toward the water, my limp penis flying back and forth between my legs. For the next twenty minutes, we swam and splashed and giggled like little kids and I had to admit I was glad they'd forced me in, the water was cool and soothing, the perfect tonic to the oppressive heat. Finally exhausted from our exertions, we crawled out of the water. Connie threw a towel to each of us, and as I dried myself off, I realized I was hoping they wouldn't get dressed right away. At The Cabin With My Sister Luckily, they didn't. Connie wrapped the towel around her waist and sat on the blanket and Kim did the same. I sat down, the towel on my lap. "I have to admit, that was quiet relaxing," I said as I opened another bottle of wine. As they held out their glasses for me to fill, I couldn't help but glance again at their breasts, comparing them. Connie's large and full, drooping slightly from their immense weight, her aureoles big and round, and Kim's, hard and firm, more cone-shaped than round, their tips thrusting upward, and her nipples, her extraordinary nipples, long and stiff, jutting out prominently from the middle of her tiny reddish-brown aureoles. As we talked about old times, sipping our wine, I tried to avoid staring, forcing myself to spend equal time glancing back and forth between them. Kim was sitting cross-legged across from me, the towel wrapped around her waist, and I found it difficult to keep my gaze away from the smooth white skin of her upper thighs. "Oh, God, I feel exhausted," Connie said with a yawn, "Too much heat...too much wine." She put her empty glass back in the cardboard box and laid her head down on the blanket. "Hope you guys don't mind," she said, closing her eyes, "but I'm taking a little snooze." Kim and I continued to talk, about my job and hers and how we both missed the hometown we'd grown up in. Kim looked down at her sister and smiled. "She's sound asleep," she said, "Too much activity for one day, I guess." Taking the last sip of wine from her glass, she leaned forward so I could refill it, and as she leaned back, the towel around her waist slid higher on her legs, and as she sat there cross-legged, I looked down and suddenly realized I was staring directly at the pink lips of her pussy. Glancing up, I saw a slight blush cross her face, as if she knew what I'd been looking at, but she took no action to cover herself. "So, Tom," she asked softly, "Are they what you expected?" "What?" I answered. "You know, silly," she said softly, "These." I looked up and she was pointing at her chest. "You said you wanted to see them. Are they what you expected?" For a moment, I was speechless. "Uh," I stammered, "Yes... I mean, no, they're better than I'd hoped...I mean, they look better..." She smiled. "I always thought," she continued, "that these were too long." I watched in amazement as she touched first one nipple, then the other. "I was always embarrassed because they stuck out so much," she said, "don't you think they stick out too much?" "No," I mumbled, "I think they're perfect." I lowered my eyes, until I realized I was staring again at her pussy. Glancing up, our eyes met for a second, maybe two seconds, until Kim reached forward to get a cookie from the box. As she did so, the towel came undone from her waist and slipped to the side. Now, she was completely naked in front of me, and as she sat there cross-legged, I had a clear view of her legs, and higher, the creamy white skin of her thighs, the gentle swelling of her hips, and there, at the juncture of her thighs, the lips of her pussy, pink and slighted parted. I could see they glistened with moisture. She made no move to cover herself. There was a pause as she chewed on the cookie. "Is it alright?" she asked quietly. "What?" "If I sit like this. Does it bother you?" "No," I answered, my voice almost breaking, "No. I like it." She finished her cookie, and my eyes opened wide in amazement as I watched her slowly uncross her legs and lean back. I made no pretense of not staring. I couldn't help it. Her hand came down and I let out a little gasp as I watched her fingers slowly stroke through her little patch of pubic hair. "Is this what you wanted to see when I came to visit your apartment?" she asked softly. Unable to speak, I nodded my head. As I stared, her fingers moved lower, until they were stroking up and down against the lips of her pussy. "And this?" she asked. Again, I could only nod dumbly. With two fingers, she slowly spread apart the lips of her pussy, allowing the swollen little head of her clit to peak out. "And this?" she asked. I nodded again, unable to take my eyes off her. The lips of her pussy were red and swollen, glistening with her wetness as she held them apart with her fingers. I heard a sharp intake of breath come from her mouth when the tip of her finger made contact with her clit. "Can I tell you something?" she asked softly, "Can I tell you something and you'll promise you won't get mad or laugh?" "Yes," I said. There was a pause as her finger again touched her clit and she let out a little gasp. "I bought that purple outfit on purpose. I bought it because I wanted you to look. I wanted you to see me. All of me. I didn't know if you were looking. I didn't know for sure if you cared how I was dressed. I didn't know what you thought. And that night..." She paused, her finger now running up and down against the inner lips of her pussy. "Tell me," I said. "We said goodnight, and I went into your bedroom and I took off my nightie and I laid on top of the covers. And I thought about you, lying in the next room and I secretly hoped you would find some reason, some excuse to come into the bedroom. Some excuse to get in bed with me. And I would be there, waiting, ready for you. But you didn't and I finally got up and quietly opened the bedroom door and looked out. And the radio was playing loudly in the apartment next door, so I knew you wouldn't hear me. And it was dark and I could only see the shadow of you on the couch. And I stood there in the doorway, naked, trying to decide, trying to decide if I should go to you, and lay beside you on the couch. "And I took a step toward you, then another, then I chickened out. What if you didn't want me? What if you rejected me? So I stopped and stood there, not more than eight feet from you. And as my eyes became adjusted to the dark I could see a little better, and I watched as you undid the front of your shorts, and I watched as you took out your...your erection, and it was so long and thick and hard, and I let out a little gasp I was sure you would hear, but you didn't, and I realized I'd gasped because I'd been with boys before, but I'd never seen one so big. "And as I stood there, I watched as you began to stroke it. To stroke it up and down. And I wanted to go to you. I wanted to go to you so badly. But I was afraid. So I just stood there watching you. And I was wet, real wet, and as I watched you, I put my hand...down there, and I imagined...I imagined that I was on the couch with you, and you were inside me, and a moment later I could feel my body shaking, shaking with the strongest orgasm I'd ever had in my life, and I was sure you would notice, but you didn't. "Then I heard you moan and in the dim light, I could see it, see it spurting out of your penis, spurting across your chest and I came again as I imagined it spurting into me, deep inside of me. And as you turned to get some tissues from the table beside the couch, I slipped into the bathroom, and closed the door." "Now you know," she said, her eyes lowered, "now I've told you." "I...I never knew," I whispered, staring into her eyes, "I never knew..." Her fingers left her wet opening, and leaning forward she gently wiped them across my lips. I could smell the odor of her sex on them. "Tom," she said softly, "Tom, will you kiss me? Just a little kiss?" I leaned forward and a little mewing sound came from deep in Kim's throat as I touched my lips to hers. Her lips were soft, and warm, and I felt my hand going to the back of her head, drawing her face closer to mine, and then, our lips were pressed together, and I felt a movement in her lips, and her mouth opened slightly and I felt the warm moisture of her mouth against mine, our tongues pressing against each other's. And we held the kiss for a long time, until I felt Kim's head pull back and our mouths parted. Her eyes looked deeply into mine, and putting one hand on each of my shoulders, she pushed me back on the blanket. "Relax, baby," she whispered, "relax." And as I lay there, I let out a little gasp as I felt her hand touch my penis, now hard and throbbing, and I gasped again when I felt her breath against it, and again when her warm, wet mouth enveloped the head of it. Her little mewing sounds continued as she began to slowly move her head up and down against me, taking my cock deep into her mouth. She turned her head and our eyes met again, and letting me slip from her mouth, I watched as Kim sat up, and still staring directly into my eyes, she threw her leg over me until she was straddling my body, kneeling, one leg on either side of me. Then slowly, her hips came down and I felt the wetness of her pussy as it touched my cock. Her hips began to move slowly, and I could feel the wet lips of her pussy rubbing up and down the length of my erection. She raised her hips and I watched as her hand came between our bodies, and I felt her hand take the head of my cock, and she let out a small, whimpering moan as she guided it's thick round head to her opening. Then slowly, very slowly, she began to lower her hips until I could feel the head of my cock pushing against her tight opening, her fingers guiding me, guiding the head of my cock between the wet lips of her pussy. And she moaned again as the head of my cock slid fully inside her, and as she continued to lower herself on to me, her little mewing sounds increased in volume until I was fully inside her, her ass resting on my upper thighs, my cock deep inside her. And she was tight, tighter than I've ever felt, the walls of her pussy grasping at my cock like a vice. Our eyes remained locked together, her body motionless above mine. Then my gaze went lower, to her breasts, her nipples, long and hard, like little erections pointing toward me. Raising my arms, I cupped my hands over her breasts, feeling her nipples against my palms and I felt a shiver go through Kim's body as I took her nipples between my fingers, massaging them gently. Then, I felt a slow movement as she flexed the muscles of her thighs, and her hips began to rise, and I let out an uncontrollable groan as her pussy, grasping my cock so tightly, moved upward. Glancing down at the point where our bodies came together, I saw now only the head of my cock remained inside her passage, the lips of her pussy, red and glistening wet, stretched tight around my cock, as if unwilling to let it go. Then, Kim's hips began to come down, and I watched as my cock slowly disappeared inside her and our bodies came tightly together once more. Now, Kim began to move against me in slow, up and down motions and my hands left her breasts and slid across her thighs and I cupped my hands against the firm, hard cheeks of her ass, helping guide her strokes as she squatted over me. Kim's breaths were now coming in sharp little moans as her body moved over mine, her tight pussy squeezing on my hard cock. Suddenly, I heard a rustling sound beside me, and turning my head, saw Connie lying on her side, her eyes wide open, staring at us. Looking up, I saw Kim's gaze follow mine and realized Kim saw her sister staring at us too, but she continued her up a down thrusts without interruption, and as Kim's head turned back to mine, she let out another long, whimpering groan and I realized she didn't care. Too far gone to stop, she didn't care if her sister was watching. Now, Kim's body was flying up and down against mine, my cock driving deep inside her as she slammed against me. Her face was covered with a sheen of sweat, her breathing labored, each breath a sharp, moaning gasp for air. I felt a tightening in my balls, and as the walls of her tight pussy continued to slide up and down around my cock, I knew I wouldn't last much longer. A low, uncontrollable groan came from deep in my throat. "I'm...I'm going to cum, Kim," I moaned. Kim's head moved lower, until it was just inches above mine, and I could feel her hot breath on my face. "Yes, baby," she said, her voice a soft whisper, her words interrupted by her gasps for breath, "cum for me, baby. Cum for me. Shoot your sperm in me, Tom. Fill me with your cum. Fill your little sister with your sperm." Then I felt it, a little quiver went through her body and the quiver became stronger, more pronounced and as she continued to drive her body up and down against mine, I looked up and saw her head was now thrown back, her mouth open wide as if in a silent scream, and I felt her entire body begin to shake above me, her breaths coming in short, staccato whimpers. Suddenly, a loud groan came from deep inside of me as the pressure grew beyond the boiling point and I felt the first blast of cum shoot out of my cock deep into my sister. And I groaned again as wave after wave of cum spurted into her tight passage, her body bucking up and down against mine. And now, her head was swinging wildly from side to side, sweat flying off her flushed face as her body shook violently above mine. And then, with one last downward push, her body slammed against mine and suddenly our bodies became still, hers motionless on top of mine. Five seconds passed, maybe more, our bodies frozen in place, until I felt her muscles go limp and she collapsed on top of me, her breasts pressing into my chest, her head beside mine, her breathing heavy in my ear. And we remained that way, we remained that way for a long time, until Kim's breathing returned to normal, until I felt my eyelids getting heavy, and there, on the blanket I knew I would fall asleep. Fall asleep with one sister lying naked beside me, and the other on top of me, my cock still deep inside her cum-filled passage.