21 comments/ 68395 views/ 78 favorites A Serendipitious Scheme Ch. 01 By: litmlove Everyone in this story is 18 years old or older. All characters in this story are fictional and have no resemblance to anyone alive or dead. This story contains incest. All sexual contact is consensual. CHAPTER 1 : Confusing Commencement My life was normal until my little sister moved in with me and my older sister. At 20 years of age, I am old enough to know my younger sister Claire, 18 years old, was not to blame. It was because of my love of my older sister Paige, 22 years old. However it was Claire's uninvited help seducing Paige that resulted in my passionate affair. I never imagined the indescribable happiness that made possible because of Claire's scheming. Claire was living at home with Mom and apparently Claire was driving Mom insane, so Claire had to move out. I thought it was unfair that Mom would then have her house to herself, and I had to disturb the peace and quiet of living with Paige. After some convincing from Mom -- 'Max, you are going to accept Claire whether you like it or not,' Claire moved in to the broomcloset that I was previously using as my office. I say I needed convincing because Claire was always the bratty one, always up to mischief. Despite Claire's annoying tendencies, we got along really well. This was because of our good friendship, something that I don't think Claire had with Paige. Claire would probably kill me if I described her as a mini-Mom or a mini-Paige. Anyway, it wouldn't do Claire justice to describe her like that. The obvious difference is that Claire's breasts are nice mounds that fit her slender body, instead of the big breasts that Mom and Paige had. Claire was slender, fit and healthy; she was a top soccer player when she was at school. I really liked how she mixed in her blonde highlights into her long light brunette hair. She usually had her hair straightened. I loved Claire as my sweet little sister. Paige on the other hand, well, it is easy to really fall in love with Paige because she is an absolute goddess. What is there to say about her? Well I could talk about her unpretentious personality, her vast shoe collection, and her romance book library, but I don't think you are interested in that. Let me put it this way, when she walked past you would watch her. I am not sure what I love about her body the most. She has gorgeous slender legs that kept your attention for too long. She would flick away her long wavy blonde hair and leave me breathless in wonder. When she smiled my heart would skip a beat. Her most lethal weapon was her entrancing valley of cleavage, deadly when she wore her thin shirts without a bra. She did complain to me her right breast was a little smaller than her left, and that she had a mole on the underside of her right breast and one of side of her left breast. I told Paige these natural differences were special because it is proof her beauty was real, and she was not some airbrushed plastic bimbo. Then she hugged me and invited me to watch her pose topless. Sorry, I should clarify, Paige is a model. Most of the time Paige does fashion work, but occasionally she does some erotic photography. It happened a few weeks ago when I noticed she was troubled by something. She was sitting on the lounge watching TV, so I dropped myself down on the couch beside her, and bumped her with my shoulder to get her attention from the TV. I asked, "Hey, what's wrong?" "Oh nothing," and she sighed. "Come on, what is really bothering you?" She was hesitant and paused in thought before she turned and looked at me, "Ummmm, I err..., I am doing a job tomorrow and I not so sure I want to show my breasts." "Paige, your figure is amazing. You should be proud of your body." I was looking in her eyes, I meant it. "Yeah but..,." Paige looked down at her chest. "No buts, now what are you really worried about." She poured out with words, "Well my right breast is slightly smaller than my left" I laughed, "That's normal, just lean in to the right, nobody will notice." Maybe I shouldn't have laughed. Paige continued, "...and I have two black moles on my breasts. I should have got them removed or something." I was a little confused, "What, that doesn't even make sense." "Here, let me show you," Paige said as she looked down to her chest. With her right hand covering-over the top of her left breast, her left hand she pulled down the left side of her top and strapless bra. "See," Paige said. I looked down and could see the side of her fleshy left breast. On the side of her breast I could see a small black spot which must have been the mole she was talking about. "Oh," I exclaimed. "The other mole is on the underside of my right boob." I smiled because I now knew the source of her anxiety was minor. Paige pulled her top up and readjusted which jiggled her boobs. I looked in to her eyes. "Ummmm Paige, you are a beautiful woman, these natural difference are ok. You aren't a surgical bimbo with airbrushed beauty. It is fine." "Thanks Max", Paige was happy now. She leaned over and gave me brief hug, but released me too soon and straightened up. Paige continued, "But I am still worried there will be a creepy photographer". Moments before I had held Paige: I was still lost for words. "Ummmm...," I looked at her with a blank gaze. "Max, Can you come with me?" I mumbled, "Err, I suppose...," and I didn't quite realise what she meant at the time. "Thank you" and she leaned in to hug me again. I was prepared this time and I gave her a gentle squeeze. So I went to Paige's first topless photoshoot. CHAPTER 2 : Problematic Photographs There was nothing remarkable about the Studio. It was basically a large empty apartment. In the corner of the studio there was a white leather chair, a bed with white linen, and white curtains against the walls. Paige was in a frilly white knee-length dress with a fancy black belt. She wanted me here to keep an eye on the photographer, so I stood behind him slightly to the side. Paige was so nervous. She didn't make any effort to do sexy poses. She was just stood upright adjacent to the chair and bed, and for reasons I didn't understand the photographer didn't seem to care. Before I knew it, the photoshoot began. The photographer was planted firmly behind the camera, clicked away until he spoke the next instruction. *Click* She pulled the arms of the dress down her shoulders which revealed her black bra straps, then the white cups with black frills. Paige was cute when she was nervous. I gave her the thumbs-up with a big cheesy smile. She giggled and flicked her hair away. *Click**Click**Click* Paige bent forward which displayed her magnificent cleavage. She continued pulling the dress down along with the flimsy belt. *Click* *Click**Click**Click* The dress fell off her hips. Her panties matched the bra. She reached down, picked up the dress, and placed it on the chair beside her. She stood, straightened her back and thrust her boobs forward. She made a small adjustment to her panties. *Click* *Click* She wasn't sure what to do with her hands as she put them behind her, then to her chest in a futile attempt to cover the cups of the bra, then clenched by her sides. It was difficult seeing her like that. It wasn't the lingerie that was the issue, it was her awkwardness. *Click* *Click* She was stiff, not the natural diva I knew. I stiffened my shoulders, straightened my arms and tried to do the robot. Hopefully she would get the message, stop acting stiff. She laughed and swayed with hands on her hips. *Click**Click**Click* Now it was time to take off her bra. She turned away and reached behind to unhook her bra. The straps slid down her shoulders. She raised her left arm up to cover herself, and her right arm placed the bra on the chair. Now I was nervous, it was going to happen. *Click**Click**Click**Click* She turned back to the camera with a force smiled, both arms against her chest with her hands clenched on her neck. Her breasts were covered by her arms, but I could see the valley of her captivating cleavage. I was so close to Paige revealing her hidden beauty. *Click**Click**Click* Unsure, she looked around, then at me. She leaned in to the right with a smile, then her hands fell away to her sides and I could see her. It was the first time I saw her: amazing! Grapefruit sized wonders capped by large pink areola with cute inverted nipples. I had never realized her breasts were this incredible. *Click* *Click**Click**Click* I wanted Paige to be normal and relaxed, so I pushed my chest out with my hands on my hips in a mock pose. She had an amazing body and I wanted her to be proud of it. She looked at me with a grin and copied me. Then she brought her hands underneath her breasts and cupped them, and held her boobs while she stared at me. I stared open mouth in amazement, and then worried she would catch me staring. I had to do something, "Err, I think I will take a quick break. I will be back soon with coffee." The photographer grunted at me. **** I was only out of the studio for two or three minutes, but it turns out Paige was right. Paige was stretched out over the bed and the photographer stood over her. The creepy photographer had his hand over her crotch and was trying to pull down her panties. She had her hands covering her panties, and she was protesting, but this photographer was being persistent. I dropped my coffee, ran at him and shoved him off the bed. The Photographer fell against the floor. He looked up to me in a daze. The photographer seemed to realize he had gone too far. He blurted a mumbled apology, and I watched him bumble and struggle to get out of the studio in a normal manner. After he closed the studio door I went to the chair and picked up Paige's clothes. I turned and walked back to Paige beside the bed. I saw her looking down at her legs, upset and downtrodden. She brought her hand to her face to cover a sniffle then she swallowed. She looked at me and I saw her face. Through a parting of her hair I saw small tears were forming in her eyes. She was biting her lips. She forced a smile when she saw me. I didn't know what to do. So I smiled to reassure her and reached out to offer Paige her clothes. Paige took her clothes with both hands and clutched them tightly to her chest. She stood and with a small step forward and a lean in she kissed me on my right cheek. I was dazed. "My guardian angel," Paige broke the silence again, "I will be ready to go in five minutes." I chuckled, "Your usual five minutes?" "No Max, I want to get out of here." She smiled at me. CHAPTER 3 : Concocted Cabal Claire had been living with us for a week and everything seemed to be normal. Claire wasn't a crazy party girl I was led to believe by Mom, and Claire actually helped me clean the kitchen. At the time I was watching a RomCom on TV with Claire, but I was really thinking about that fateful photoshoot with Paige, when my phone rang. It was Paige calling and suddenly I was happy, "Hey Paige." "Hey, Guess what Max!" "What," I replied without hesitation. Paige said, "I am off to The Maldives for a week." "Cool, how did you manage that?" "I'm doing a photoshoot with two other girls, good money too!" "Nice," I was happy for her but I didn't know how to say it. "Ok, I will be home in about an hour. Bye." "Alright, see you at home. Later." I put the phone down, dropped back into the lounge chair, and sighed. Claire turned me and said, "What's wrong Max?" I tried to ignore her question, so I shrugged. Claire tried again, "Why are you moping?" "What?" I didn't know what she meant. But Claire was insistent, "Something upset you, what is it?" In casual manner I answered, "Oh nothing, Paige is off to The Maldives for a week." Claire was animated now, "Wow, I am SO jealous". I smiled at her enthusiasm. "So what is your problem Max?" "I don't know", and I looked away as I said, "I miss her when she leaves," and I thought this was innocent enough. Claire was unrelenting until she got an answer that satisfied her. "But you see her all the time, and it is only a week." "Yeah, that doesn't stop me from wanting... I mean missing her." Oops! Claire brought her hands to her face covered her mouth, "Oh my ...you love her." I frowned and tried to correct Claire, "No, I said I miss her." Claire said "Admit it, you love her. I know now." I couldn't admit it, at least not to Claire. So I tilted my head and shrugged my shoulders, but Claire understood me too well. Claire asked, "So what are you doing about it Max?" I tried to think of something to say and I said, "ummmm, nothing," but only because I couldn't think of anything to say. Claire waited a moment before she asked, "So do you want me to help you?" "Sure," again, my response seemed innocent enough. "So what do you want me to do?" "Ummmm, I don't know." I had no idea was Claire was talking about. "I could send her to a masked party with you and introduce you as a multimillionaire playboy. NO, I will get her drunk and make her share your bed." "What!" I was surprised by Claire's tact. Claire tilted her head and raised an eyebrow at me, "Oh, is that too obvious?" I tried to explain, "I mean, I love her but I don't think sleeping with her will work." "Oh come on, you are always there for her, it could help both of you." I was skeptical of Claire's motives, "Why are you so keen for me to sleep with Paige?" Claire looked to me with a cheesy grin, "Maybe I am helping my big brother." I frowned at Claire, now I knew something was wrong. She continued after a pause, "Maybe I want to corrupt my big sister." I was even more curious now, "But why?" Claire muttered, "Well...," and paused for a moment before she said, "I hate how she ignores everyone else except people she needs. She ignores me and never cares how I feel. I want her to want you." I was stunned. I had made the same mistake with Claire but now wasn't the time to bring that up. I said, "Claire, that isn't true, she does care for you but she doesn't always show it." Claire replied, "Well too bad, you are getting my help whether you want it or not." **** As far as I could tell, nothing special happened that week, and I was happy about that. It was on the weekend that I discovered Claire's devious plan. I was using my computer browsing the web with nothing in mind. After a while I decided I should probably do something, so I went to the lounge room to talk to Paige. Paige was sitting on the lounge chair reading a book with her legs up on the coffee table. She wore a red t-shirt and white shorts leaving plenty of exposed flesh for me to admire. She was probably reading one of her trashy romance books. I was curious so I asked her, "What trashy romance book are you reading?" Without missing a beat or looking away from her book, "It is not trashy; I think the story is lovely." Aww, Paige was adorable, but as her little brother I couldn't let an opportunity to embarrass Paige escape. I could see the title of the book and I asked her, "What is the book called?" Paige replied, "Her boss, her master." I laughed a little. Paige winced but she continued reading. "So does that mean you are into bondage?" Paige snapped, "No! It is a beautiful romance of a girl by this guy who rescues her from the streets. He gives her a job and teaches her to love." With a silly accent I said, "Hello miss, I need some photocopies done...and a blowjob. ASAP!" "Ha. Ha. Very. Funny." Paige said each word deliberately for sarcasm's sake. I tried another approach, "Are you happy with work?" She gave up on the book, put it down on her lap, then she looked over at me, "Yes and no." I raised an eyebrow, "What does that mean?" Paige replied, "Well, I get to travel, but a lot of work I don't like." My investigation continued, "Like what?" "Well last week I did a job at a convention. I stood around all day while every guy hit on me. Yuck!" I laughed and Paige seemed to be amused by this. Paige looked me in the eyes, "And they don't send bodyguards to protect me." I looked away. I was probably blushing. "Manuel!" It was Claire in the kitchen yelling for me do to something for her. Ever since I downloaded the Fawlty Towers TV show for Claire, she had been calling me Manuel when she ordered me around. I had to take the opportunity to leave without being embarrassed by Paige, so I stood and went to the kitchen without hesitation. **** Claire was in her blue sundress making sandwiches. She put down the knife down when she saw me, "I have a plan." "Oh, no." It was a gut reaction. "Listen, agree with everything I say today." I mumbled, "Well, I can't say that I ..." Claire interrupted, "Shut it, if you follow my lead everything will turn out ok" "Oh, no!" When Claire schemed things could turn out really bad. Claire gave me her look, and then she turned towards the doorway and yelled out, "Paige, lunch is ready." I heard a faint, "I'm coming." --- We were all sitting around the kitchen table eating sandwiches when Claire spoke. "Let's all go to the pool at Mom's house. She is working today so she won't bother us." Paige was looked at Claire and said, "You mean she won't bother you." Claire frowned at Paige. I wasn't sure what Claire was up to but I knew this was my time to speak, "That is a great idea Claire." I remember this because it was so tacky. I hoped Paige didn't call me out on that. Paige was looking down to her sandwich, "Oh, I was going to finish my book." I quipped back, "Bring it with you, you can read by the pool. Join us." With a smile, Paige looked at me and said, "Ok!" Claire looked at me with a frown. Did I do something wrong? Wasn't Claire's plan to get Paige to Mom's house? **** I was about to open the front door when Claire cornered me, "She is supposed to go for a swim, you idiot." "Oh," I suddenly realised how stupid I was. I will see Paige in her bikini if she is swimming. Claire said, "Don't worry, I will make sure she gets in." I was worried, Claire had an evil grin. Paige stepped out of the bathroom in her red sundress with a shoulder bag. "Are you two ready?" "Yes," I replied. Claire looked me with a slight grin, "Don't forget the lotion Manuel, you are going to rub it on me." I was intrigued by her mysterious evil plans, "Yes, Madam." Chapter 4 : Poolside Perversion I was sitting on a sunbed in my shorts and without a shirt wondering: should I get in the pool immediately or should I wait for the girls? Claire walked out the glass sliding door to the adjacent sunbed in her yellow bikini. It was a triangle and strings affair. Her breasts were fairly well concealed by the figure hugging bikini, but I could see her nice firm tits. Claire's hair was loose and fell over her shoulders, a few strands over her breasts. I might not have always paid attention to Claire, but then I realized she was a real cutie. Claire looked to me, "Manuel, Did you remember the lotion?" I replied, "Do you want me to rub the lotion on you now?" Claire looked at me, "No, you idiot, it will run off in the pool. Do it after we swim." "Oh!" I was such an idiot. I looked away wondering where Paige was. I turned back to the house and saw Paige stepping out the sliding doors. My jaw hit the floor. It was a red two-piece bikini, a thin tubetop that struggled to contain her ample cleavage, and a small red triangle panty. I reflexively swallowed then asked Paige, "Is that the Red Bikini from the Spring Catalog photoshoot last year?" Paige smiled, "Yes, do you like it?" Paige put her hands on her hips posing for me on the spot like in the cover shot. A Serendipitious Scheme Ch. 01 It was a trick question, I knew it! But I thought I knew how to handle the question, so I answered with confidence, "Yes!" Paige looked at me with a grin, "Oh, I think it shows too much skin." Dammit, she got me anyway, but I had committed to my answer. I had to bail myself out somehow. "Well, it looks good on you," immediately I realized that I had put myself into more trouble. Paige smirked. I looked to Claire. She had her hands on her face trying to contain her laughter. **** Paige and I stepped carefully into the shallow end of the pool. Claire ran to the pool and dove into the deep end with a big splash. Fortunately I was far enough away from Claire's reckless pool splash. The gentle chill of the pool was refreshing, and I dived ahead to swim a few laps. It really was good idea. The cool water was great as I stretched my legs. Before long I needed a breather, so I sat on the edge of the pool and watched to Claire and Paige wade in the pool. I saw Claire look at me with a wicked grin I had seen before. What was Claire up to? Claire move towards deep end of the pool where Paige stood. Paige was facing away from me and Claire holding her hair up trying to squeeze some water out. Claire swam towards Paige with conspicuous silence. Paige was blissfully unaware Claire was lurking right behind her. Claire had a brief glance at me before reaching forward to do something to Paige's back, Paige flinched. Claire squealed in delight "Aha! Got it!" Claire yanked away Paige's tubetop and pulled it to the surface. Paige screamed, "Ah!" Claire pushed off the bottom of the pool to swim back to the shallow end of the pool. With equal speed Paige turned to grab Claire and lunged with both arms at her in chase. Claire kicked her legs with all her worth, while Paige grasped at Claire trying to gain momentum in chase. Claire jumped out of the pool. Paige, realizing she couldn't get out of the pool without scrutiny, stopped and brought her hands up to cover her breasts. Claire was all smiles. Her hand holding Paige's tubetop whipped up into the air and let the tubetop go. I watched the tubetop fly through the air - It went over the fence. "Whoops," Claire said with a grin. Paige snapped, "You bitch." Paige had her hands on her boobs covering her breasts. Paige looked around the pool for something to cover herself, but there was nothing. Her arms fell away from her breasts to her sides. "It is ok, I am proud of my assets." So was I. Paige had nice and big juicy grapefruits placed on either side of her chest. The curves of her breasts were like pears which softly flared out below the level of her armpits. Her delectable inverted nipples perfectly in the center drawing your attention in with big pink areola. Now Paige was wet and her nipples were slightly erect. The magic in her beauty that the camera loved was that her body was perfectly portioned, except for her breasts which were a little too big and perky for her frame. Claire chimed in breaking my concentration, "Your ass is your assets, boobs are funbags". Paige groped underneath her boobs pushing them up, "These assets pay the bills." I was speechless. With her arms by her sides, Paige strutted out of the pool, past me, and over to the sunbed. My attention was all on Paige as she picked up my shirt to dry herself. I admired how she flexed and stretched as she pulled the shirt across her body. When she was done, Paige dropped my shirt on the ground and grinned at me. "I don't want tan lines anyway," Paige said as if she had a point to prove. Paige bent down to get something out of her bag from to the sunbed. Her breasts hung from her frame pointing towards the ground as she searched her bag. Paige pulled out her sunglasses then laid down, her back on the sunbed with her boobs showing proud. I wasn't paying attention to Claire, but she had also apparently decided to lie down on her sunbed. Claire reached into a bag I had previously not noticed, and pulled out her sunglasses. Paige looked to Claire, "Aren't you taking your top off, Claire? You don't like tan lines do you?" As if to emphasize the point Paige stretched her arms up - her breasts taut -- open to my greedy view. My attention was on Paige, but I heard Claire say, "oh sure, but I didn't think you would be ok with it". Paige said, "I'm ok with it, and you, Max?" "Ummmm... Okay with it," I mumbled. Claire tilted forward and reached behind to untie her bikini top. She pulled away the top and threw it to the ground beside her. I must confess this was the first time I had seen Claire topless and she didn't disappoint. Claire's breasts were certainly more firm than Paige's. Her curves flowed naturally from chest to her pointy nipples: delicious pears. Her skin under the bikini was very pale. Obviously this was her favorite bikini and she didn't normally sunbath topless. Not surprisingly her areolas were not small, but fairly big and pink like Paige's. Unlike Paige, Claire didn't have inverted nipples: Claire's nipples pointed with pride. Claire laid back on the sunbed. I could see she was nervous. Paige grinned, Claire's plan had backfired. Then Paige titled her head to the side to look at Claire, "Oh Claire, is Max still going rub lotion on you?" Now Claire was lost for words, "Oh ummmm... actually, I will be fine." Paige retorted "It is ok if you are uncomfortable with your body." I stifled a giggle. Paige didn't just want revenge, she wanted to humiliate Claire. Claire was may have been annoyed but without hesitation she said, "Manuel, get the lotion." Chapter 5 : Awkward Affection I went through the motions of getting the lotion and moving into position thinking: was I really going rub the lotion all over Claire's body? I was desperately trying not to focus on her tan lines that perfectly framed her breasts, her large pink areola, and how her nipples stood to attention. My shorts were tenting, so I tried to focus on the job of the lotion and the rubbing. I knelt beside Claire's sunbed and leaned in to whisper into her. " Are you ok with this?" "Claire whispered back to me, I am doing this for you." "Oh! Thank you.". So I picked up Claire's left foot, and with my other hand I got some lotion. I had to admit, Claire did have very nice feet, but I could never say this to Claire. I slathered the lotion on the heel of her foot, too much lotion, so I rubbed it upwards to the rest of her foot. As if there was any real method, I was going to rub lotion on her until there was a consistent layer of lotion all over her beautiful skin. Slowly I worked my way up, under, around the sides, and all over her foot. I suppose "the rubdown" had become a kind of massage, but I didn't know better, this was how I rubbed lotion. I finished rubbing her foot then grabbed each toe in turn and with a gentle squeeze. I placed her foot on the sunbed, and with another dollop of lotion I began my ascent of her slender legs. With both of my hands palm-down I rubbed over the top of her leg to her knee, and strangely I felt the need to rub her muscle underneath as my hands went back down her leg. I did this a few more times before I got another dollop of lotion. I was going to rub her thighs. I looked to her face to get a sense of her reaction: she was relaxed lying back in the sunbed with a vacant gaze to the sky. With my hands on either side of her leg, I touched in the middle of her thigh. As my hand touch her she stiffened, "Oh, that lotion is a little cold." I rubbed her thigh, back and forth a few times to warm her, and I could feel her relax. As my hands got close to her bikini-panty I sped up my hands so I didn't linger too long. Despite my caution, I couldn't help but notice I did not see any pubic hair: Did that mean she waxed it all off? I repositioned myself on her other side and began the same process on her right leg. As I picked up her right foot I had to concede Claire's feet really were really attractive. As I finished her feet I looked up her legs. They were gorgeous. How had I not noticed this before? I worked my way up her body again, rubbing my hands a little before I touched her thighs. I let out a small sigh as I finished her legs. With a large dollop of lotion I touched her stomach, and I rubbed my hands in gentle circles feeling her softness. After another dollop of lotion and I touched the bottom ribs of her chest, then I moved upwards. What I was going to happen when I got to her breasts? For some reason I only just noticed Claire was breathing deeply. Her breasts heaved rhythmically in long slow breaths. I was at the point where logically the next step for me was to rub her breasts. Look at her face I could only see a blank expression, so I continued. I gathered more lotion and with both hands, I grabbed the sides of her left breast. Claire didn't flinch, I saw her grin. I rubbed up with gentle pressure; her nipple flexed upwards, and back when I rubbed back down. After a few more gentle rubs I thought it was enough. I was not testing my luck. For lotion-to-skin completeness I placed the palm of my left hand placed on her nipple. I rubbed upwards and the nipple flicked the palm of my hand, and I rubbed back down. It ticked, so I rubbed again. I took my hands off her, gathered more lotion and did the same with her right breast. I had to be even and consistent, right? I rubbed both of Claire arms and let my fingers tangle in hers when I got to her hands. I gather more lotion and placed my left hand on the left side of her neck. She flinched and leaned her into my hand as stroked her neck. She smiled as I rubbed my hand against her smooth skin. I did the same with my right hand on her right side and she was still smiling. As I reached for her face, I could see through her sunglasses that she was looking at me. I smiled back at Claire. Then I stroked her chin, her lips, her nose, her cheeks, her eyebrows and her forehead. Wow! When did Claire become sexy? As I was lifted my hands from her face Claire took hold of my hand, "Thank you Max," and she kissed me on the back of hand. Nervous, I stood and tried to straighten my shorts so my erection wasn't too obvious. Claire looked over at Paige, "So what about you Paige? Do you want Manuel to help you?" I had been so focused on Claire that I had ignored Paige. She was on her side and she had been watching me touch Claire. Now Paige was flustered, "Oh, I am fine." Claire grinned, "It is ok if you are uncomfortable with your body." Paige was speechless. Claire continued, "And to think I thought you were proud of your assets," then she cupped underneath her breasts. Paige snapped, "You bitch. Ok Manuel, get the lotion." Claire chuckled. **** I had to rub Paige all over like I did with Claire, she deserved no less. I knelt at the end of Paige's sunbed and got a dollop of lotion in my palm. I picked up Paige's left foot and slathered lotion over her heel. I rubbed up pressing my thumbs into the softness of her feet. So this was going to be a massage. I wasn't going to pretend I was rubbing lotion on Paige. I rubbed all over her foot, and between her toes. I was beginning to understand the attraction some guys have to women's feet. I still love boobs and ass, but the elegance of Paige's feet was undeniable, and Claire's feet too. I squeezed each of her toes. I couldn't have her toes unprotected. I placed Paige's foot down on the sunbed. With another dollop of lotion I began my ascent of Paige's leg. With both hands I grabbed the sides her leg above her ankle, then rubbed up to knee and back down. I did this a few more times. Before I touched Paige's thigh I rubbed my hands together to warm them. I was getting better at this. I placed my hands on the sides of her thigh above her knee. I pushed upwards while gently squeezing her, and then I pulled back. I repeated this several more times with my hands at slightly different angles on her leg. I lifted my hands from her, got some lotion on my palms, quickly rubbed my hands, and then placed them on the sides of her stomach. I rubbed her sides, then her stomach, and the bottom of her ribs. I could feel the nerves, in me and in her. I gathered more lotion and rubbed my hands together, not so much in glee but to warm them. I placed my hands on the sides of both of her breasts. Paige had quite a bit of breast mass, so it would take more attention than one quick rub. I gently rubbed my hands around her boobs. I treasured the feeling of her boob in my hands, I moved my hands inwards to cover her nipples. I rubbed up and down with my hands which wobbled her breasts. Paige was completely compliant to my touch with not a flinch in protest. I finally lifted my hands from her boob with some regret, I had my fun but it was over now. I continued with my hands rubbing her left arm. When I got to her hand she gently closed her fingers and held my hand for a moment before releasing. I did the same rub to her right arm and she held me again when I got to her hand. Now it was time to touch her face, first I placed my hand on the side of her neck. I didn't rub; I stroked and felt her slight shiver. I went under chin, on her chin, and upwards. I touched her cheeks, her forehead, her nose, and finally her lips. It was over. I was disappointed there was no more of Paige to touch. I was about to stand when Paige beckoned me with her finger. "Come here," Paige said, so I bent over for her. Paige raised her head slightly and kissed me on my right cheek. "Thank you, Max," and Paige smiled at me. Paige really knows how to turn me into a blubbering mess. I mumbled an "ummmm...," Paige grinned and I heard Claire's quiet giggle. "Oh please, I am not that bad," I said trying to defend my embarrassment. Paige grinned. "Uh, excuse me", and I stood and walked to the edge of the pool. I dove into the pool to work off my frustrations. My mind was racing. What was Claire getting me into? Had Claire planned for me to her breasts as well as Paige's? Did Claire really want me to sleep with Paige? How should I thank Claire? My erect penis was causing drag in the water. Chapter 6 : Apprehensive Appreciation I was cleaning the kitchen when I head, "Manuel." It was Claire calling for me. At that moment I would have been happy with any distraction. So I went and poked my head into Claire's room. Claire was stretched out on her bed still in her blue dress looking pretty tired. "Yeah sis, what' do ya want?" "Can you rub my feet like you did by the pool?" "Say please." "Please Maxy," Claire said with a girly voice. I couldn't deny spoiling my little sister so I sat on the end of her bed. There was a bottle of lotion next to her feet waiting for me. I squirted some lotion on my hands, gave my hands a quick rub to warm them, and picked up her right foot. "Oh, that's nice," she sighed. Claire brought her left arm up covering-over her face, her right arm was by her side. This time there was no rush, I could relish the feeling of her foot as long as I wanted. I pushed the two thumbs into her heel and rubbed in circles. "When did you learn how to do that?" "I didn't, I do what I feel like doing." Actually Claire wasn't making me rub her feet; I was doing it because it was a joy holding her beautiful feet. Tits and ass is good and nice, but touching her feet gave me an unexplainable thrill. I don't know how long it was there, but I spent an age rubbing, squeezing and admiring her foot. As I put down her left foot down I looked up to see what Claire was doing. Her face was mostly covered by her arm but she did look content, maybe even happy. Then I noticed it. I tried to be diplomatic, "Uh Claire, I can see under your dress." "Max" she said with a whine, "I'm wearing underwear." Claire certainly was. She was wearing small red lace panties. Although Claire had missed the point that she shouldn't be lifting her dress for her brother, there was no point in arguing with her, not while I was about to hold her right foot. So I continued. I picked up her right foot and pushed my thumbs into the heel of her foot. As I was rubbing the side of her foot, out of nowhere Claire said, "You know, I was just trying to get you to feel up Paige." "I know Claire, and thank you for not being awkward about me rubbing you." "No problem." "You know, you have a pretty nice body," even gorgeous or stunning, but I wasn't going to confess that. Claire was blushing. To spare her embarrassment I tried another topic, "So what happened after you left the pool?" "I went to have coffee with some old friends from school," Claire said with a casual tone. I was incredulous, "so you have been sitting around all day?" "Yup," Claire said. I wondered: if she didn't walk anywhere, she wasn't tired. Why did she need all this attention? I said, "So you don't really need me to massage your feet." I might have been enjoying it too, but she is my little sister and I could let her off the hook too easily. Claire said, "Then consider this as payment for my help by the pool" "Ok, and thank you for your help", then I bent down and kissed her foot. "But I am going now." and I dropped her foot and stood. As I was walked towards the door Claire said, "Oh Max, tell Paige you appreciate that she trusts you enough to let you touch her." "Are you sure?" "Trust me on this, she will appreciate it, and give her a quick peck on the cheek when you leave. No tongue." "Night Sis." "Night Bro." **** I went to Paige's room. I was nervous even though I enjoyed when I chatted with Paige. "Hey Sis" "Hey Max, what's up." "I just wanted to say I appreciate that you trust me to touch you. And...," and then I was lost for words. Paige smirked, "Ok Max, and I enjoyed it too." "What?" I said in mock disbelief. Paige giggled, "Sure, Max," with more than a little sarcasm. "Night Sis." "Night Bro." And I left to take a well earned shower. CHAPTER 7 : A Man, A Woman, A Plan I sat down to watch to TV with Claire. She was in a happy mood watching one of the Jane Austin movies. I thought I could see her trademark evil grin. Claire paused the movie when she saw me and turned to look at me. "Ok Max, I am going to arrange for you to have dinner with Paige the night before she leaves. Paige has already agreed because she thinks it is the three of us going." "Sure," I couldn't disagree with that. "And there is something I want you to do." "Anything," I replied without hesitation. "I want you to go to Paige and ask what her kisses mean when she kisses you." I said, "Err, I don't think she thinks anything." Claire continued, "Well I think she is kissing you like she would have kissed Dad if he was still alive, or maybe she kisses you because she enjoys it and she likes you." "Ok, but only because you have been so good," or evil, it was hard to tell. **** I got up and went to Paige's room. I was nervous but I also enjoyed when sat and chatted with Paige. "Hey sis" "Hey Max, what's up." "Just thought I would stop by and chat. I just wanted to say I will miss you.' "Me too Max, hug?" "Yeah." Paige held her arms open, so I lent in and gave her a squeeze. Paige kissed me on my cheek as I pulled away. This was the opening I needed. "Claire said something and I was wondering..." She spoke when I started mumbling, "What?" "She said 'you can tell a relationship by the kiss'." "It is true." "Yeah, but she said you kiss my like you would have kissed Dad." Paige smiled and looked away, "no Max, I don't kiss you like dad." "Then what am I?" Paige glanced back to me, lent in and held the sides of my head. She kissed me, deeply, her tongue probed, I accepted opening my mouth letting her in, before she suddenly retreated. A Serendipitious Scheme Ch. 01 "Wow." I was amazed. "So, ummm, what am I?" Paige said, "You are my protector." "Ah." I didn't have anything intelligent to say. I got up from her bed, "umm, I'm going to watch TV now." Paige grinned, "Ok Max." *** I wasn't really going to watch TV. I was to go inform my co-conspirator what had just happened. Claire would know what to do. Claire was in the same position watching the same movie. I sat beside her. "Claire, do you have a moment?" "Sure Maxy," Claire replied with a girlish voice. "Ummm, I don't know how to say this so... She kissed me." "That is adorable Max, but she always gives you little kisses." "No Claire. This was more than that." She titled her head to the side, "Like what?" "Well, we really kissed." Now she raised an eyebrow. "That doesn't explain anything." Like Paige, I thought I should show Claire and not tell. I said, "Let me show you," and I moved in before Claire could object. I leaned in to her and kissed Claire with a peck on the lips, then I pulled back as quick as I had moved in. Claire was a little surprised, but she snapped back, "Is that all?" "Umm, actually no. It was more than that but I didn't have the courage to keep going." Without hesitation I leaned in again, my hands grabbed the sides of her face and my lips touched hers. Our eyes locked in together and I kissed her, deeply. My lips parted and my tongue left my mouth to explore hers. Hers eyes widened in amazement, then closed as her tongue met mine. My kiss with Paige didn't last this long. I was supposed to be showing Claire, so I broke the kiss. Claire was hazy and gasping. Claire said, "Wow, she really did that with you?" I didn't say anything, I shrugged. "Yeah, and she said I was her 'protector'." Claire was still a little shocked, "Wow, she likes you. Wow, this is going to make things so much easier." I said, "Stop saying wow." We sat in silence for a few moments until Claire spoke. "I have a small confession to make. I may have told her that you felt unsure about your masculinity." "You what!" I spoke in astonishment. "Hold on, I didn't tell her you were gay or anything. I said you might need some help." "Oh, I see." Chapter 8 : Dinner Dilemma Unfortunately my dinner plans didn't occur. Paige had to leave a day early because bad weather was predicted for later in the week. I was miserable when I told Claire dinner with Paige was cancelled. Claire twirled her hair in fingers, "You know, I could go with you instead." I said, "You would!" Claire smiled at me, "Yeah, it will be practice before your dinner with Paige." "Thank you Claire, you are the best." I reached around Claire for a big bear-hug squeeze. "Whoa! Easy boy!" "Whoops, sorry," I had been a little enthusiastic. She said, "It is ok. So see you at 7pm?" I quipped, "You booked it." "True." **** I knocked on the bathroom door, "Claire, it is time to go." "I'm ready." I heard the click of the lock on the door and then the door swung open. With makeup on Claire was an exquisite beauty. She wore striking red lipstick. Her glorious cheeks were powered. Her hair was flowed gorgeous as it lay on her shoulder over her breasts. "Wow," was all I could manage to say. Claire had a sexy little black dress with thin straps, generous cleavage with the skirt almost reaching her knees. Sexy yet elegant, just like Claire. "What do you think?" "Dazzling!" Claire put her hands on her hips and posed for me. I looked down her curves. She wore killer stilettos that beautifully displayed her feet. I said, "Those heels are absolutely amazing. Why don't you wear them more often?" "Because they hurt like hell and I only wear them to show off my legs." Claire twisted her legs to prove to me the captivating charm of her legs. **** We sat at our reserved table at the back of the restuaraunt in the outside courtyard. Claire had chosen a very good spot. Our tables were positioned adjacent the dance floor, and there was a lot of space between us and the other diners. There were a lot of lighting fixtures around us but most were turned off: the lighting was dull, moody, and intimate. I looked to Claire, "This place is really nice." "Yes, I have good taste," Claire replied with smug expression. "Ha!" It was a slight acknowledgement of her pun, "And you get it from me." "When do I copy you?" Claire exclaimed. "Every new album or TV show I download." "Oh, well you do have good taste in music," Claire looked sheepish. I looked at Claire in the eyes, "And you have good taste in restaurants." Claire beamed. I noticed the pearl necklace above her cleavage and asked, "Are the pearls real?" "No, these are fake, I can't afford real." She grasped the necklace and played with it in her fingers. "Don't worry, I don't think anybody knows." She smiled. I asked Claire, "Should we order?" Claire nodded in agreement, so we decided to share a pizza. **** The pizza was really good, so much so that our hands accidentally touched as we were grabbing the last pizza slice. My focus was on dinner and I had not noticed Claire. After she finished the last pizza slice we talked about some of the movies she liked. Actually, I sat there listening astounded by her love of movies and her understanding of film. I did have to lean in to hear her speak, but it also meant I could smell her lovely perfume. She crossed her legs. I glanced at Claire, then she re-crossed legs. I wondered if Claire had itchy feet or something. I reached out and touched her hand. I asked Claire, "Do you want to dance?" "Yeah, I would love that," and she took hold of my hand. I led her a few steps away to the dance floor. We sort of wiggled and shook our bodies. Neither of us could manage any more than that: Claire was in really high heels and I was too inept to try any dance moves. I moved close to her so I could speak to her over the music. "Do you think they are wondering why there is a beautiful woman dancing with a guy having an epileptic seizure?" Claire laughed, a little too hard, and she said, "They are jealous of my hunky boyfriend." I grinned and placed my hands on her hips. Perhaps I was trying to absorb some her dance moves from the rhythm of body. Thankfully the dancing didn't last too long. Claire said her feet were sore and I was appreciative the awkward dance was over. So we went home. CHAPTER 9 : Erotic Education I stood at the doorway and fumbled in my pockets for my keys when Claire interrupted, "This is the part where you kiss the girl." "Oh," I wasn't sure how I should kiss her so I went with the safe option. I leaned in and gave her quick a peck on her cheek. I pulled back and saw Claire had her arms crossed. "Max, do it properly," she said with a stern voice. I leaned in to kiss Claire again. We were staring into each other's eyes. Our lips mashed together. I moved my hand to the back of her head so I could hold her, and kiss her deeply. Claire slid her tongue into my mouth and I welcomed it with mine. We were lost in our own world of passion when I thought I heard a noise, so I pulled back. "Ummmm, we should go inside," I said as I glanced around looking for the source of my panic. "Umm yeah", Claire was flabbergasted. I opened the door for her and after we were both inside, Claire spoke, "Maybe you should wait until you come inside before you kiss Paige." "Good idea Claire." Claire was still scheming Paige's seduction, and I wanted to prove myself to Claire. I looked into Claire's eyes and said, "Claire, I want to thank you for an amazing time at dinner. You are an incredible woman." I put my arm around her waist and guided her into my embrace. I moved in for a quick peck on the lips, but that isn't what happened. I moved my hand up and brushed away the hair on her face, and then I reached behind to cradle her head. Claire's mouth was slightly open waiting for me. I kissed her on her lips wet with our saliva. I slipped my tongue back into her mouth, her tongue touching mine. I looked into her eyes and she was absorbed in her passion. She placed her hands on my neck and cupped my head, then tilted her head to the side. She groaned. I withdrew from the kiss while I looked into her eyes, she panted, and a frown betrayed her disappointment. I said, "I don't think I can stand here all night kissing Paige. I will take Paige over to the lounge chair." Claire said, "Yeah, good idea." Claire put her hand in mine and I led her to the lounge chair. When Claire was near the lounge chair I put my hands to her hips and guided her bum down onto the lounge chair. She leaned up supporting herself on her elbows and looked up to me. I sat on the side of the couch and leaned in. We were hungry for each other's mouths. My tongue reached out into her mouth, Claire pushed back with her tongue and forced it into my mouth. I pulled my leg over her and straddled her. I held Claire by the shoulders and guided her back on to the couch. My weight came down onto her body, but I was also supported by my elbows. All while our mouths didn't separate. Then Claire stopped and said, "You know, Paige has pretty big breasts." "She does," and I kissed Claire again. Claire twisted her head to the side, she had something to say, "I mean she probably likes them squeezed." "Oh! Like this?" and I raised my hands up from her sides and cupped over breasts. "Yeah like that," Claire replied. I grabbed her boobs and squeezed and released kneading her breasts. Claire whispered, "That's nice." I kissed her again, but at the time I wanted to squeeze her cute nipples in my hands. When my hands left her breasts and I felt her pause, as if to mirror my own temporary retreat. I placed my hands on her shoulders and grasped her dress straps then pulled them down. Her kiss resumed, and she kissed and playfully bit my lips while I pulled down on her dress straps. Claire pulled her head back and said, "Don't tug her dress down. Pull it over her head." I said, "Ah, thanks!" I let go of her dress and put my hands on both of her legs. I dragged my hands up her legs until I found the hemline of her dress. I took hold of the dress and my hands ascended until I was at her butt. She pushed her hips up so could lift the dress over her butt. Her thong was red and I could the indentation of her slit. I let go of her dress and put my hands on her buttcheeks to give them a squeeze, but that wasn't my goal. My hands went back to the hem of her dress and pulled it up more forcefully. Claire tilted forward and stretched her arms upwards to help. I gave her dress a good tug up her slender body. Her bra was black and lacy. I lifted her dress over her head, twisted to the side, and then dropped the dress on to the ground beside us. I turned back to her I could see the passion in her. Her hair was wild and her eyes filled with desire. We reached out to hold each other. I placed my hands on her hips and she put her hands on my shoulders. She fell backwards onto her back and pulled me with her. I tumbled into her arms. Our passion for each other's kiss undiminished. She sucked on my lips. I brought my hands to her sides, inwards to her stomach, and upwards. I reached the cups of her bra and tried to yank them up over her breasts. Claire stopped me. "Wait a sec." Claire rolled slightly to her side and reach behind to unhook her bra, "And take your shirt off after you take off her dress." In silence I got up and obeyed. I watched her as I unbuttoned my shirt. Without effort she slid the straps down her shoulders, then pulled away her bra and threw it on the floor. Her tan lines framed her pear sized tits, her large pink areola drew attention to her erect nipples. After the final button of my shirt was undone, I threw my shirt to the floor beside the couch. She watched me, and I tried to watch her. I reached down and undid my pants button, lowered the zipper, then yanked my pants down. With some difficulty I stepped out of my pants and I was left in my jocks. "There, better." she proclaimed. I moved back on to her with passion, my mouth on hers. I put my leg over her and straddled her. My crotch lined up with her pussy. I leant up with my right hand was on her shoulder. My left hand down on her right tit as I groped, stroked and kneaded her flesh. She brought her left hand up to her left boob and pinched her nipple. She gasped, "Oh fuck yeah," so I rolled her other nipple with my fingers. I could sense her right hand fall to my waist. She fumbled until she reached down into my jocks and grasped the head of my cock. My hands let go of her and went to the sides of my jocks. I raised my hips and pulled my jocks down my legs. Her hand went back to the head of my cock, then her hand drifted down, and she squeezed my balls. "Oh god," I moaned and Claire chuckled. My left hand went back to her right tit, my right hand on to her hips. I slid my right hand inwards, onto her panties, and down onto her slit. I rubbed her pussy lips up and down through her panties. Then I moved my hands up and pressed down on her clit. She groaned. Her hand went to the head of my cock. She tugged on my cock. I looked into her eyes and saw the hunger of her sexual appetite. She stared back at me in the eyes and said, "I'm on the pill." I pulled the crotch of her panty aside. Her pussy was bald and wet. I stroked her vagina lips with my hand and I could feel her warmth and her wetness. Her pink inner lips were exposed. I put my hand on her head so I could hold her and kiss her. She wasn't interested in kisses anymore, she had more urgent sexual needs. She looked down at my cock and grabbed it, then tugged on it again. She firmly held the shaft of cock and positioned the head of my dick against her slit. With a firm hold on my cock she rubbed the head of my dick up and down her slit, then against her clit. She looked up to me, then back down and positioned my dick at her entrance. I tried to kiss her but she was focused on our almost union. I pushed forward, "Oh fuck," I said as the head of my dick slid inside her lips. "Holy shit," she exclaimed and her hips flexed forward. Her hand went to the top of her pussy and rubbed her clit in small slow circles. I lowered my chest down onto hers and braced myself on my elbows. She pulled her hand away from her clit and put it on my bum. I was in full contact with her body. She was warm and her pussy was slippery. I slid my arms under hers and grabbed her shoulders so I could leverage into her. Then I rocked into her. My hips rolled forward and my cock plunged into her depths. Her mouth was open as if she was going to say something but she didn't. She saw me looking at her, and we stared into each other's eyes. My cock pushed deep into her pussy. Her soft tits rubbed against my chest. The base of my cock rubbed against her clit. "Oh fuck," she said as she cupped her hands over my ass. In a long slow movement I pulled my hips back. She pulled me back into her with every thrust. The feelings were too intense. We didn't kiss, but my face did hover over hers. We were both breathing deeply. I looked into her eyes and she stared back into mine. Her mouth closed as I pushed into her, and opened as I pulled back. She groaned and I smiled. We worked into a rhythm. Her groans were becoming insistent and labored. The pressure in my balls was building. We stared into each other's eyes in amazement that we were committing incest. I could barely believe the temptress I was pumping my cock into was my little sister, and she was hot. Her groans were guttural. I had to look away to focus on something that wasn't as ridiculously erotic as Claire. I loved swimming. To get a good time you had to have a good tempo. My best times were in the Freestyle and Breaststroke events. Claire's soft breasts and hard nipples rubbed against my chest. I could feel my penis pulsing. I was going to lose control at any moment. "I'm going. Ah! Cum," I tried to warn her. "Do it. Fuck me. Fuck me." Claire was fierce, hot, and demanding. I pushed into her harder. Ah, Ah, and I felt all my tensions flow out of my body. Magma surged through my cock and squirted out. Cum spurted up inside my little sister, her pussy held my cock and received my sperm. I filled her up with cream and it was going to pour out. "Please, harder, fuck me harder. So close." Claire moaned with desperation. And I pushed, pushed and pushed. "Keep! Going! Fuckkkkk!" And with a quiet squeal I felt her pussy trembled and her juices squirt. Her eyes rolled back into her head. Her mouth hung open in wonder. I gave her a few gentle pushes and her body shivered. "Fuck, I'm going to faint." I eased off. ***** Most of my weight was still on her, so I pushed up with my elbows and pulled my hips back. My dick slipped out of her cunt. I swung my legs over her then stood on shaky legs. I looked down to her and she was stretched out over the lounge chair. She was breathless, groggy, and shattered. She leant up and looked down at her crotch. She placed her hand on her pussy and touched the cum leaking out. I watched Claire finger cum in her pussy until she noticed me watching, then she looked up to me and smiled. She said, "You should probably take Paige to her bed." "Your bed," I quipped. Claire giggled, "Yeah, my bed. And clean up our clothes all over the floor." I was embarrassed now, I had fucked Claire in the lounge room and Paige could have come home at any moment. Then I remembered Paige wasn't in the country. Claire brought her feet up to her ass, her knees spread out with her pussy on display: she was red and wet. I wanted to get back on top of her and fuck her again, but I had to take her to bed. I walked around the living room gathering our clothes and throwing them on to my shoulder. I went to Claire and put an arm under her knees, and then I slid my other arm under her back and scooped her up. There was a large wet spot on the couch. We kept our eyes on each other as I carried Claire to her room. I closed the door with a small kick. I placed her down on her bed and lay beside her. I tilted my head to the side and glanced into her eyes. "I suppose I should cancel my date with Paige when she gets back." "Don't tell me you are giving up on Paige." I blurted, "I didn't say that." "Good, because Paige has no chance..." Written litmlove © 2014 Thank you Gustavca for your editing help. I am taking steps to address my semicolon addiction. Thank you for reading. Since this is my first adult story, your comments and feedback would be deeply appreciated. Please be nice.