0 comments/ 165472 views/ 89 favorites English Willpower v. US Persistence By: yourawful This is a long, teasing story that may not be for everyone. Please forgive my spelling and other errors which some people seem to be upset by. Please write to me to let me know if you enjoyed the story. * My sister, Ashley, and I are a products of the special alliance of my English mother and American father. My father met my mother while working in England. They married and she moved back to the US with him before I was born. My mom lived in America until I was 6 years old and then moved returned to England. My parents didn't get divorced right away. It took 2 years until they finally accepted that their relationship couldn't work out. Both my parents told my sister and I that they loved each other but neither could handle living away from their home country. I didn't understand why. They speak the same language don't they? When my mom moved back to England she took my one year older sister with her. My father kept custody of me in the US. They regretted splitting my sister and I up. But my parents decided it was for the best for my dad to raise me and my mom to take care of my sister. My sister and I had no say on the matter. My sister now has the cutest English accent like my mother while my father and I sound 100% American. So I became a child of divorced parents. The divorce agreement provided that my sister and I spend as much time together as possible. I would fly to England to see my mom and sister during every other Holiday. My sister would fly to the US to my dad and me on alternative Holidays. My parents would split custody of both of us during the summer. My sister and I would be together for the entire summer. Half in England. Half in the US. I hate to admit it but I loved England. Not so much England itself but it's location to the rest of Europe. My mom would always plan part of the vacation as a trip throughout Europe. I loved the Museums of London, Paris, Rome, the beaches of Spain and southern France. Compared to the US everything was so old with so much history. It was amazing. My sister and I gave up some opportunities back home in order to maintain the parental schedules. I didn't get to play on my baseball all star team during the summer and my sister gave up a chance to study in Italy but we understood. As my sister, Ashley, and I grew up we avoid the typical sibling squabbles that resulted from everyday life together. We knew our time together was limited so we tolerated and even enjoyed each others company. I loved introducing my sister to my friends back home and she did the same when I was England. We were pals. When I turned 18 my dad decide to take the trip over to England with me. He had business in London for a few days. My mom insisted that my dad stay at her house while he was in town. My parents hadn't seen each other for years but talked constantly on the phone in a friendly way in order to keep each other up with their children's activities. I think the wounds from the divorce had slowly receded. My mom at the time was 36 and my dad 37. My mom was a dead ringer for Kate Beckinsale. She was 5'8 thin with dark hair and b cup breast. My sister looked almost identical to my mom except a few years younger. People all the time thought they were sisters. People sometimes asked when my sister was trying to look older and sophisticated if my mom and her were twins. My dad and I looked almost the same. 6'2 and about 185 pounds with brownish/blond hair. I think I'm a little better looking though. I would hear all the time including from my mom that I looked so much like my father it was unreal. As my sister and I grew older I think at times when my mom and dad looked at us they would see their former spouse. My sister and I often laughed together at how people thought we looked like our parents but I guess we were lucky to have such good genes. After breakfast one summer morning my sister, Ashley, and I decide to go out to meet one of her friends to watch a football game. My mom and dad seemed to be getting along as we sat around the breakfast table. My dad said he had to leave for work in a few minutes anyway so we wished him goodbye. We told my mom we'd meet her for lunch. My 19 year old sister and I, her 18 year old brother, rushed out of the house to watch a Football (really soccer) game. Unfortunately, we never made it to the football game. About a half hour later the heavens opened up and the English rain poured down on us. I complained for the 1,000th time about the English weather and my sister defended her home country by saying England doesn't have crime like the US. We rushed back home to watch some tv and vegetate. My sister and I figured our mom and dad had went to work. We trudged up the stairs quietly as we shivered from our wet clothes. As we reached the base of the stairs I heard noise up stairs that seemed to be coming from my Mom's bedroom. I looked at my sister who's eyes seemed suddenly alert. My sister put her finger to her lips, motioning me to be quiet. My sister placed her hand on my hip as we cautiously walked up the stairs. As we reached the 2nd level still hidden on the stairs as we looked through the railing. I could hear grunting and sound that almost reminded me of spanking. Flesh hitting flesh. I looked around the 2nd floor trying to see what was causing the noise. My sister gripped my shirt as she said softly, "Oh my God." I looked at my sister who was staring into the far room. My mom's bedroom. Immediately, I turned following my sister's gaze to my mother's bedroom about 10 feet away. I didn't understand what was happening at first. I saw my mom and dad on the bed. My brain was in a cloudy haze of shock. Then, I realized my dad was fucking my mother doggy style. My dad was behind my mother pumping his cock in and out of my mother's pussy. My mom and dad seemed to be caught in total ecstasy. My sister and I watched for I have no idea how long motionless as our parents fucked each other. I thought to myself I guess my parents really do still love each other. Or they both needed to get laid. The pace of my father's strokes seemed to increase into a furry as he seemed to move closer to cumming. The pounding of flesh against flesh reverberated to us, their children, with each powerful stroke. My mom looked gorgeous. My mom bent over on her hands and knees with her small cute little ass in the air as my father's groin hit against her ass, as his cock pounded into her pussy. My mom's breast jiggling with each stroke as her hard nipples hypnotized me. I tried to see my mom's pussy but all I could see was the tiniest tuff of pubic hair. I soundly realized where I was and who I was with. I turned my head slightly and looked at my sister with my peripheral vision, afraid of her seeing me look at her. I could feel my sister's hand was still gripping my shirt as she intently watched our parents fucking. Suddenly, I realized watching my parents fuck was almost like watching a slightly older version of my sister and I fuck. My mom and sister were dead ringers for each other. I looked almost the same as my father. It was like watching a video with 5.1 dolby digital of me fucking my sister. I wondered if my sister had the same color nipples as my mom and if she made the same grunting noises when she was getting fucked. When a cock was inside her pussy. Is this what my sister would look like if I was fucking her? Her moans of pleasure? "Ahh, baby fuck me, I'm so close, keep fucking me, ahh you're the best, ah ahh," my mom moaned. "Ah, I've missed this pussy so much. The best pussy," my dad countered. "Oh yeah, oh yeah, ahh, yeah," my mom grunted back. I was watching my parents fuck. This is how they had created me and my sister when they were married and in love. My beautiful mom, my sister's older identical twin. My sister continued to watch in silence as our father pummeled our mother's pussy with his cock. I watched my mom's agonizing expression, her jiggling breast, her stunning thin body, her black hair flowing as her body moved, her tight ass as she pushed back into my father's cock to get him deeper into her pussy. My beautiful mother, my gorgeous sister. My father, her brother. Me. I was no longer only watching my parents fuck but I was watching what it would be like to fuck my sister. My sister who I had loved all my life and never thought of in a sexual way before today. My beautiful, Kate Beckinsale look alike sister. I had to touch my sister. The sexual energy was vibrating off the walls from my parents fucking to me. I couldn't control myself. My sister gripping my shirt. I was so close to her body I had to touch her. I could smell the scent of sex coming from my mom's pussy or was it my sister's. The sounds, scent, the view of my gorgeous mother, my father fucking her, my sister's perfume, her natural beauty. I was crazy with lust. I had to touch my sister. My sister was dressed in a tight white T-shirt with the Union Jack on front and black cotton pants. I brought my right hand up from my side and slowly moved it towards my sister's butt. I hesitated knowing that it was wrong. Brothers aren't supposed to touch their sister's ass. But I had to feel her body against my hand. I placed my hand on my sister's ass cheek and lightly squeezed her butt for a second and then I proceeded to caress her ass. I rubbed her left cheek and then moved my hand over to her right cheek. I caressed her right butt cheek for several seconds as my sister and I watched my mom being fucked by our father. My mom, "Ah I'm going to cum, ah, ah," My mom's face contorted as she inched closer to her orgasm. I squeezed my sister's right butt cheek as my arm pressed against her ass. I slid my hand over to her butt crack and then lower. My hand was just barely on the end of her cheeks as my fingers moved between my sister's legs. My sister's hand that was gripping my shirt started to push my body away from hers as turned her head towards me. My sister looked at me with an expression on her face I had never seen before... confusion, hatred...or something else. My sister's nipples hard, almost pocking through the fabric of her T-shirt. My sister said softly but firmly, "No George," as my sister tried to push my hand away. I tried to push my hand further in between my sister's legs s I pressed against her cotton covered flesh. My mom's constant grunting and moaning stopped. The bedroom was silent except for my father's flesh hitting my mother's body and his quiet grunting. I knew something was wrong. I turned back to our parents fucking. My sister turned back to my mom's bedroom at the same time. My mom was staring at us. My mom was looking at us as she continued to fuck our father. As her son had his hand in between her daughter's legs. I quickly pulled my hand from between my sister's mound as I hoped the stairway blocked my mother's view of where my hand had been. A microsecond later, my mom locked eyes with my sister and then she moved her eyes to me. My mom was staring directly into my eyes as she fucked my father. Then suddenly she closed her eyes and then she reopened them again. Then closed them, shutting them tight as she screamed out, "Ah you're making me cum. Ahhh fuck, fuck me, ahh so good, so good. So beautiful. Our children, so beautiful. Together. Making... me cum" My dad pounded into my mother one last stroke as he pushed as deep into her pussy as he could. "Cumming in ..your pussy. I love your pussy. Fucking you is the best, so long, so long I wanted to fuck you," my dad moaned to my mother as he pressed himself against her tight ass and into her pussy. My mom opened her eyes with her mouth gaping open as she enjoyed her orgasm. Our mom stared at me and then my sister and then both of her children. My mother's mouth gaping open in the expression of "ohh and ahh." I could never imagined what it was like to watch my mother and father fuck. I couldn't imagine what my mother looked like when she came. My mom moaned, "Shouldn't, ahh, do that, ahh watch, ahhh." Now I would never get it out of my head. And for years I would imagine that it was me fucking my sister that day instead of my father fucking his ex-wife, my mother. My mother finally regaining control closing her mouth as she stared at us a second and then she turned toward our father. My sister and I could see our father's sizeable cock slip out of our mother's pussy. I figured my mother was about to tell my father that their children were watching them fuck. As my mother turned on her knees I at last had a chance to see my mother's gaping pussy which was shaved clean except for a puff of pubic hear just above her pussy lips. I started to move down the stairs to the first floor to escape my father's wraith. My sister turned and followed me. After we reached the first floor, I raced out of the house with my sister at my heals. The sun was now shinning brightly and I headed toward the football field. My cock was stiff, a steel rod, as I walked silently with my sister down the street. I desperately attempted to get my mind off of what I had seen and the feel of my sister's gorgeous ass in my hand. English weather I thought to myself. You never know when it can change. My sister and I didn't talk about what happened that day or any other day. For a few days things were weird between us but then returned to normal. As long as we ignored the topic of watching our parents fuck and me touching my sister's ass, we were fine. I don't think my mom ever told my father that we watched them fuck because that night when he left for the airport everything was way too normal. He seemed to be almost pretending that nothing had changed between him and my mother. Needless to say I looked at my mom a little differently that night. She was now a sexual being. But she was still my mom. After a few days, it all seemed to be dream that never happened. My mom, sister and I left for a trip to Rome a few days later. The only vague reference to the day was when my mom said that she expected all of us to respect each other's privacy. I squirmed in my seat but my sister replied, "If you want privacy you should shut the door and lock it." I wasn't sure but I thought maybe my mother and sister had talked about us watching my father and mother fuck. I wasn't certain. My mother nodded her head in reluctant agreement, "That's true." Only problem was that ever since the day I watched my parents fuck, I couldn't stop fantasizing abut fucking my sister. I know little brother's aren't supposed to want to fuck their big sister. But their not supposed to watch their parents fuck or caress their sister's ass either. 14 Years Later I hadn't seen my sister, Ashley, in several years when she called me telling me she was coming to visit. Over the 14 years since we'd watched our parents have sex, our relationship had become a little more distant. Ashley was often busy with University and then I was busy with college. She had her boyfriends and I had my girlfriends. Without the requirement of the divorce agreement forcing us to go visit our parents when we were younger, we stopped having the time for each other on our different continents. My sister, Ashley, and I slowly drifted apart and only got together on rare occasions. Once we became adults and started working, our opportunities to see each other were limited but I tried to take a week each year to go see my mom in England. Often, Ashley was off in another part of Europe working. My sister, Ashley, " I'm flying over to see dad in New York for a week and then I'm coming out to Cali to see you." "Great, how long do you plan to stay I asked." My sister answered, "Three weeks." "You get that much time for vacation," I wondered. "I'm working for a company in Germany now. They give all their employees 6 weeks off a year. I have the entire month of August off. I figured I haven't seen you in ages. Can you deal with having your big sister around for 3 weeks?," my sister asked. "Of course. I have plenty of room. You've never seen my place since I've moved out west. I love it out here. But you have to understand I'm going to be working most of the time. I can take a few days off but I don't get 6 weeks of vacation time." "You Americans work too hard. You need to take time to and enjoy life. Get into it and muck around a bit, " my sister told. "Well, I'm going to try my best," I said. At that very second I was thinking I want to get inside of you sis. "See you in a couple weeks, little brother. I need to pick up a couple of new bikinis for the California beaches." "I can't wait to see you sis, it's been forever," I couldn't stop thinking about my sister in a bikini so I dumbly blurted out, "You know thongs are very in out here in California." "Hmm, you see thongs in Europe too. Americans don't go topless though like they do in France and Germany," my sister revealed. "Oh well, I've got to go shopping. Take care." I suddenly had a vision of my sister topless and in a thong sunning herself in my back yard. Suddenly, I realized that my mom and dad at the time we caught them having sex were not that much older than my sister and I are now. The weeks went by fast as I anticipated my sister's arrival. She called from my dad's house as she told me about visiting the Empire State Building and going to a Yankee game. Ashley loved New York, especially the restaurants. My sister surprised me by telling me she actually like our dad's new girlfriend who was only a few years older than her. She said it was liking have a sister and that they were going shopping and to plays like one big happy family. I was a little jealous but I told my sister that if she wanted to stay longer with our dad that was fine with me. But Ashley said she couldn't wait to see and was flying out the next day. I gave her directions and told her I'd leave a key out for her. When I got home the next day I saw my sister's rental car in the driveway. Butterflies swarmed in my stomach I was so anxious to see her after a couple of years. I rushed into the house looking for my sister. I saw several of her bags thrown on the floor as I continued upstairs. I heard my sister moving in the guest bedroom so I walked into the room without thinking. My sister was topless and wearing a pair of black bikini style panties laying high on hips. I stop dead and stared at my sister. My sister looked up at me as I entered the room. "Oh, I'm sorry," I mumbled out an apology. I started to back out of the room. "Oh don't be embarrassed.. I wear less than this to the beach. I told you going topless in Europe is no big deal. Only American's are obsessed with breast. Oh don't go." "I'll let you change first," I said. "Don't be a baby. We're a 30 plus. You've seen breast before, I hope. I'm on the beach topless all the time. How do like my tan?" "You look good." My eyes locked in on my sister B cup breast and he nipples. I had to remind myself over and over again to maintain eye contact. My eyes wandered down to her black panties with a thin band only at her hips. My sister was about 90 percent naked in front of me, her horny little brother. "Ahh, my tan not my tits and ass, little brother," she teased. "You look good. You always remind me of Kate Beckinsale." "Everyone tells me that. That, and I look like mom." "It's true." "I'm just looking for my tooth brush. I now I packed it. I had it at dad's place. I just want to take a shower and relax." I walked over to the dresser and pulled out a new tooth brush for my sister. I moved over to my sister who was bent down rummaging through a suitcase with her gorgeous ass in the air. I wasn't' sure what to do. I wanted to get her attention but she was naked everywhere. English Willpower v. US Persistence Finally, I reached out and touched her naked back lightly with my hand. "Ah, I keep some around for guest." My sister popped up and turned toward me. Her breast only inches from me. I could smell her perfume and body scent. "Oh thanks. I guess I'll find it later." My sister took the toothbrush from my hand and started unwrapping it. "Me being topless and in a pair of panties really makes you nervous. You're so America. Breast our natural," my sister giggled. Without thinking I reached out and with my right hand and cupped my sister's left breast in my hand. Squeezing her silky breast gently in my hand as her stiff nipple slipped in between my fingers. My sister looked up at me for a second. Then she picked up her hand and gently removed my hand from her breast. My sister, "There natural, at least mine our, but even in Europe they don't let their little brothers feel them up. Behave little brother." I turned incredibly red. My sister walked out of the room as I eyed her cut, small, tight ass covered by her bikini panties and her naked back. Again I tried to apologize for the second time in two minutes, "I shouldn't have done that. I'm so sorry." My sister turned as she reached the bathroom door hiding her body from my view. "It's okay. I shouldn't tease you. But be good or I'll tell on you," my sister stated. I suddenly thought what the hell have I just done. I'm a pervert. I ruined my relationship with my sister forever. She's going to pack up and go. She's going to tell my parents what I did. They're going to kill me. I'm going to be arrested. I went outside and started up the grill. I throw on a few steaks and downed a couple of Coronas. I tossed a salad and finished up the meal with a few baked potatoes. A bachelor special meal. I really spent the time worrying about what my sister might be thinking of me. I also knew that after 2 minutes alone with her that I still wanted to fuck my sister badly. I didn't know how I was going to survive 3 weeks alone with her. I'm going to jail for sure I thought to myself. My sister came out to the patio wearing a pair of tight shorts and a white t-shirt. I could tell she wasn't wearing a bra because her nipples were poking out. I love those headlights. I realized I've touched my sister's tit. I'm the man. I just want to suck on those nipples and get my cock inside her. If she didn't kill me or run out of my house screaming when I touched her breast, I might have chance. I decide now is the time. If I ever have a chance with my sister this it. I'm going to flirt and touch my sister, more politely though, as much as I can over the course of the next 3 weeks. I put a steak on my sister's plate as she dished out the salad. "American's love their meat. I guess that's what makes them so aggressive and horny," I nearly spit up my beer at my sister's remark. "Don't forget your part American," I reminded her. "I know I can be a horny little bitch. But really you American's love war. You just look at a map and decide who you're going to fight today." I rebuffed, "Please, we didn't colonize half the world like England and France. Start 2 world wars like Germany or imprisoned part of Europe and Asia like the Russians. American's are totally benevolent." "The problem is Americans always think they're right and that the rest of the world should live by your rules," my sister said. "True. Most Americans don't care or understand about the rest of the world. We're totally self consumed. Let's change the subject. So what do you want to do while you're here, in America?" I asked. "I want to go to the beach, visit the Hollywood sites. Disney world and all the rest, maybe a dance club, one with a line to get in like you see on TV," my sister laughed. "A dance club. I haven't been to a dance club in 7 years. I don't know where they even are around her. The rest I can handle. I'm crazy busy with a project at work but after that I can take time off and we can hit the town." "Fun, fun, fun. I'm exhausted anyway. I'm just going to lay around the pool tomorrow. Read and relax. I'll make dinner for us. Your house is incredible. I love the pool. My apartment is a shoe box compared to this," my sister said admiringly. "I'm lucky. I bought it right before the market exploded. It's tripled in value. I could never afford it know. I haven't given you the tour yet. This is the patio and pool area. The pool is heated." My sister motioned, "A lovely pool and home with three bedrooms, three and half baths. Pool table, huge living room, dinning room with no furniture. I explored it on my own it's gorgeous." "I like it. It's quiet and relaxing. I've been thinking about getting a hot tub for out here on the patio but I decided against it. I have jacquizzi tub in my bathroom. So I decided I don't need it," I explained. "I'm sorry. I looked in your room. But that bathtub is hug. I remember when we were kids we took baths together. We'd drown in there. You need a life preserver." "It's big enough for two," I replied. "Ah, so how is your love life in this bachelor pad," my sister explored. "Ah, how's your love life sis," I countered. "New topic. Don't ask me I won't ask you," my sister offered. "Agreed." My sister and I spent the rest of the night walking through the house and catching up. I went off to work the next morning. My sister was still sleeping as she adjusted to the change in time. When I made it home I was exhausted. I walked into the house and screamed hello to my sister. "Oh hi," my sister walked out of the kitchen in her white bikini. She looked gorgeous. 5'8, 125 lbs, B cup breast, the smallest butt and long flowing black hair. Exactly my type. "Dinner is running a little late. I fell asleep out by the pool. It should be ready in about an hour." "No problem," I said. "It gives me a chance to take a bath and soak my aching muscles. Too much stress today." "Poor baby. So you actually do use that giant bath tub. I'm jealous. I still remember when we took baths together." my sister played. "You're welcome to use it when I'm not home." I paused a second and then dared to continue, "Or you're welcome to join me and relive the past." "Be good little brother." "I promise to be good. Wear your bathing suit. It'll be just like going in a pool or hot tub outside together." My sister stared at me a second as I'm sure she thought about her little brother groping her tit last night. "Do what you want. I'm taking a bath. But remember this, I do have bubble bath," I teased as I ran up the stairs. I didn't think there was a chance in hell that my sister was going to take a bath with me naked or in her bathing suit. I started to regret asking her, especially, after what I did last night. Then, I though those who risk win. I stripped down as I ran the water into the tub which filled up surprisingly quickly. I through in some bubble bath which I never do except when I have a lady friendly over who finds it sexy or funny. When the water hit the right level I hit the jets in the tub and jumped in. I layed back and enjoyed the hot water encircling my body. A second later there was a knock on the door. "Yes," I called out. "Are you in the tub," my sister asked. "Yep, and it feels fantastic," teasing my sister. My sister opened the door to the bathroom. I squirmed in the bath tub as I checked the bubbles to make sure they were covering me. My sister walked around to the side of the tub in her bikini. "Who can resist bubbles? Slide over," my sister said gleefully. "Ah, okay. I'm naked you know," I tried to warn her. My sister misinterpreted my warning as a request for her to undress fully. "I'm not getting naked little brother. You're too bad for that." My sister reached back and unsnapped her bikini top. She took off her bathing suit top and dropped it to the bathroom floor. "You've seen these already." "A little more than that," I reminded her. "Big good or I can't get in with you. As mom used to say keep your hands to yourself," my sister ordered. "I don't think she meant it like that. I'll be a good boy." My sister stepped into the tub. I could see the outline of her pussy lips and mound pressing against her girl next door bikini bottoms. My sister slipped into the water. The bathtub was big but not so big that there was room for my sister without her legs rubbing up against my side. "Oh, it feels so good. So warm. I love those jets. Mmmm," my sister nearly moaned. My sister moved her feet against my side and outside of my ass cheek. She opened her eyes. "You are naked." My sister lightly kicked me in the butt with her foot. "Behave," I picked up my hand and placed it on her legs. I started to gently rub her calves. "You know it's no fair that you still have clothes on," as I pressed my foot against her side touching her bikini bottoms and her hip. My sister eyed me a second, "After last night.." "True," I responded, "I'm being good aren't I." As I continued to run my hand over her calves, gently massaging her. "Borderline," my sister sighed. "Lines are meant to be crossed," I answered as I moved my hand up to my sister's knee just reaching her lower thigh. My sister reached down and placed her hand over my naughty brother fingers. She grabbed two of my fingers and bent them backwards. "Ahh," I moaned in pain. "Some lines can't be crossed." I repented, "Okay, Okay." My sister let go of my fingers and I moved my hand back down to her calf. "I can't believe how naughty you've become little brother," my sister told. "I'm thirty-two years old now. In a bath tub with a gorgeous older woman." My sister kicked me playfully. "Be nice. I'm only one year older. 33." "Okay, I'm in the bath tub with a gorgeous 1 year older woman who looks 26. Half naked woman. Every man couldn't help but be a little naughty," I told truthfully. "Even your sister, that's sick," my sister said hurting my feelings a little. "True, but I'm a guy." "So true. All you American men are horny bastards," Ashley. We sat quietly for a few minutes as I caressed my sister's lower legs. When I raised my hand near her knee my sister's body would stiffen. I could tell she was about to swat me or get out of the tub so I retreated back down to her luscious calves. "You have such thin, toned legs." "Mmm, I jog 3 times a week," my sister said with her eyes closed as she enjoyed the warm impenetrable water. I tried to see her breast and bikini bottoms through the water but the jets and bubbles obscured my view. I decide to shock my sister in order to try and get a reaction out of her. I started, " I was thinking the other day. We're 32 and 33 years old now." "Don't remind me. I hate getting old. I intend to fight it every step of the way," my sister battled. "No, not that. But that we are nearly the same ages as when we caught mom and dad having sex in London," I prodded. "Oh my god. I can't believe you brought that up." I continued, "They were 36 and 37 at the time." "Don't remind me," my sister answered. "What? I thought it was beautiful to watch. Going at it doggy style. It showed our parents still loved each other," I suggested. "More like they needed to get laid. It figures you enjoyed watching them go at it. You're such a guy," my sister attempted to degrade me. "I kind a remember you watching too," I retorted. "I remember you grabbing my ass." "You had such a cute butt I couldn't resist. You still do by the way." I said as my sister picked herself out of the water. Her soft skin and gorgeous legs slipping through my hands. My sister's hard nipples and soft breast fully displayed to me again with small bubbles and beads of water clinging to her skin. Her white bikini bottom sticking to her mound as her lips pushed against the fabric. A beautiful sight to behold. Her never ending legs which I had been caressing stood in front of me dripping into the tub. "Watching mom and dad screw really made you horny didn't it," my sister struck back. "You know you look so much like mom. Exact same type of body. ..from what I can see." My sister stared down at me menacingly for a second, "I'm going to check on dinner. It should be ready in a minute." My sister was a little cold at dinner but she made a great meal. The next few days passed quickly. I was busy with work and my sister did some exploring of the area on her own. At night, we talked about times when we were kids and friends long lost. My sister told me about her business and German culture. While I told her about Californian quirks compared to the US. We watch a couple of movies on DVD that weren't even released yet in theaters in Europe. We watched TV and my sister commented that there was no nudity on American tv. I told her us American find violence not to be offensive. But if you show a woman's breast there is a out cry for more censorship from the soccer moms. My sister laughed, "Typical American morality." I came home from work on the fourth day of my sister's stay tired and cranky. But I was glad my project was finally finished and I would have a chance to spend some quality time with my sister. We ordered Pizza food for dinner. Hey, she asked me what I had usually for dinner and I wanted to show her. "Tomorrow, I'm all yours. We can do whatever you want. I'm taking the Friday off. Monday and Tuesday too. But I'm so tired and annoyed about work I need to just get some sleep and start fresh tomorrow. I'm sorry for being such bad company so far," I begged my sister's forgiveness. "You've been a great host. The weather is fabulous. I've had a blast from just hanging out with you and talking," my sister smiled radiantly." "I know it's still early but I'm off to bed." "Oh, I wanted to use your bath tub. But I don't want to disturb you. You know wash off the chlorine from the pool. I'll just take a shower," my sister revealed. "No, go ahead. I need to get a couple of things done first anyway," I told my sister. "Thanks, I've been looking forward to it all day." My sister paused, "You're welcome to join me. Splash around some bubbles." I thought for a second. Is my sister coming on to me. "You can wear your bathing suit, I'll wear bikini," my sister continued. "Ah, I'm not in the mood. If you were going in naked like you used to it be more fun. I'd be tempted. You go ahead with out me." "Alright," my sister said. I went outside and watered the lawn and took out the trash. I marked some dates on my calendar and checked my personal email. I headed upstairs to my room. I didn't want to barge in on my sister again. I didn't think our relationship could handle anymore sex play from me. The door to the bathroom was closed so I went to my bed and turned on the TV. A minute later my sister called out. I couldn't make out what she said so I moved to the closed door. "Are you alright Ashley," I inquired concerned. "Come in here," my sister ordered. I cautiously opened the door to the bathroom. I look into the tub. My sister was playing with the bubbles. Her body hidden beneath the water and soap. "You took forever," my sister said to me. My sister moved her hands below the water and started to move her body awkwardly. My sister reached down to her legs and seemed to be pulling something down to her feet. I stood there silently wondering what the heck she was doing. Finally, my sister's legs broke the surface of water. Her feet hanging just above the wall of bubbles. Her bikini bottoms were on the toes of her feet. My sister kicked out and the bikini bottoms hit me in the chest. Without thought I caught them in my hand. My sister reach behind her and unsnapped her bikini top. Slowly, Ashley moved the bra down her shoulders and arms. She stared at me a second and threw it at me. I fumbled with them a second but held on. "Now you've got all my clothes and you're out of excuses. Get in the water before it gets cold," my sister said laughing. I was holding my sister's bikini top and bottom in my hands. Basically, her bra and panties. And she gave them to me. My sister wanted me to get into the bath tub with her. Naked and she's naked in the tub too. I so wanted to bring her bikini bottoms up to my nose to take in her pussy aroma. To lick the crotch of her panties. But I didn't. I thought I might have a chance of licking the real thing and I didn't want to blow it. I placed my sister's bikini on the sink. Then I took off my shirt. "Oh, someone's been working out. Nice chest and abs, skinny boy," my sister hooted. "I just got an ab roller." I unbuckled my pants and pulled them partially down. Suddenly, I realized my cock was hard as a rock. I hesitated a second. "Do you mind, ah..," I asked shyly. "Oh, so shy, you've seen most of me," my sister waited a second and then turned to face the wall as water splashed over the tub. "Alright, get in already." Oh, do I want to get inside of you, sis. How do I play this I thought to myself as I pulled down my pants. I checked my sister and then pulled down my boxers. I quickly splashed into the water. My sister turned back towards me before I submerged my body. I was sure she had eyed my hard cock for a second. My sister squirmed in the water. I think she was a little nervous suddenly about being in the tub with me and my hard cock. "I think we need to add some cold water," my sister joked. "I actually like it a little hotter myself," I replied. My sister laughed, "This is as hot as it gets little brother." My sister stretched her legs out against me. I moved my legs out from under me and toward my sister's end of the tub. We were flesh against flesh. The same flesh. From our hips to our toes. I wiggled my toes against my sister hip as the bottom my foot pressed against part of my sister's butt cheek. "What are you doing?," my sister asked coyly. "I'm just checking if you were actually naked," I said playfully. "As a jaybird, little brother. Or rather not so little," my sister giggled. "I always loved your British accent. It sounds so much better than my American drawl," I told my sister as I moved my hand over top my sister's legs. I rested my hand there, lightly touching her skin. "I'm partial to the American accent. British men. They're so stuffy. German are even worse," My said as she smiled at me as I cupped her leg in my hand. "You really do like my legs don't you." "You've got gorgeous legs, sis." I paused then said, "I like your entire body but I can only reach your legs." I moved my hand up to her knee and the tiniest part of her upper thigh. I waited for my sister to swat my hand away or protest but she simply laid back and enjoyed my caresses. My sister's legs slightly apart. My hand moved a little further up her inner thigh and then retreated back down to her knee and then back up a touch further up her thigh. Testing. Over and over again. I varied my movement by going all the way day to her feet and then back to her thigh. I massaged her two feet for several minutes. Hidden by the water, I reached down and grasped me cock with my free hand. I slowly stroked my cock. I was jerking off in the bath tub with my sister next to me and watching me. I thought about trying to cum in the bath tub. Spilling my seed into the water my sister was bathing naked in. But I decided to stop stroking my cock. I wanted my sister to touch me. I wanted her to be the one stroking my erection. My sister sighed with eyes closed as I massaged the bottom of her foot. My sister for first time placed her hand over my leg. Lightly with her finger tips my sister wandered up my calf. Then back down my leg scratching lightly with her nails. English Willpower v. US Persistence My sister gripped my leg tightly as my hand wandered higher than ever before almost reaching her upper inner thigh. So close to the promised land of her pussy. My sister tightly pushed her legs together trapping my hand. "Ahh, you're getting dangerously close little brother. I think that's as far as you can safely go," my sister eyed me with a teasing smile. "We've come this far. We should go all the way," I flirted back. My sister titled her head and looked at me quizzically. I tried to push my hand further up her thigh. Gently nudging forward, as the front and back of my hand pressed against both her legs. My sister reached down and took my hand in hers. Ashley held my hand tenderly as she raised it off her leg. My sister and I were holding hands just below the surface of the water. My sister squeezed my hand as I lightly stroked hers with my thumb. Still trying to flirt with my big sister. I moved my other hand across my body and placed in on her legs. I lightly traced the skin of her calves. My sister tilted her head and said to me seriously in her sexy English accent, "We're not going to fuck. Ever. I could never fuck my own brother. That's sick. We can flirt a little but that's as far as it can ever go. You know that right." I moved my one hand off her leg. I felt a little dumbstruck. My sister squeezed my hand. My sister continued, "You know that right. That's incest. It's illegal. In Europe and America." I bucked up and tried to act like I was pretending. I smiled brightly. "I'm just flirting with my gorgeous sister." My sister smiled as she continued to hold my hand, "You're such a cutee. Such a flirt." I laughed. I said joking but in reality meant every word, "You just better not get drunk around me. I won't be responsible for what happens. Naked in a bath tub with my hot, exotic sister is about as far as I can handle." My sister giggled as she let go off my hand, "I don't drink. Much. Hand me my bikini little brother." I shook my head. "Be good. Hand me my bikini little brother. Stop teasing," my sister order. "Nope. Come and get it." My sister smiled a second. "You just want to see me naked don't you." "Absolutely," I didn't deny it. My sister looked at my another second. Waiting for me to give in and turn and get her bikini. I just stared back at her. "Hey, you gave it to me. A gift given is a gift gave." My sister stared at me disapprovingly. "I'm going to tell mom." "The phone is in the other room. It's even further away than the bikini. Go ahead. I've seen half of your goodies already." My sister stuck her tongue at me. Then she placed her hands on the edge of the tub and pulled herself up. First her gorgeous breast came into my field of vision. Her nipples hard and wet. Dripping water from her body landing onto of my body. Finally, my sister pulled her the rest of her body out of the tub. Her long legs rising and rising until she towered over me. From sitting in water of the tub, I could look right up between her legs. And my sister knew it. She looked down at me at that instant. She saw my eyes transfixed on her pussy. My sister's mound was completely shaved. Her pussy was fully displayed to me. I squinted my eyes as I tried to look up insider her. Her pussy lips dripping wet with water running down her leg, dripping into the tub. I calculated that my hand must of only been four or five inches from her pussy when she'd pulled it away. I had seen my share of naked women in my life but none of them held a candle to my sister's frame. Seeing your sister naked is so much hotter. I so wanted to leaned forward on my knees and start eating her pussy. My sister seemed to read my mind that it wasn't safe to stay standing in the tub any longer in front of her brother. My sister watching me stare at her love hole. Uncomfortable at revealing all of her body to her brother. Who she already knew wanted to fuck her. My sister said tersely, "Stop staring there." I thought to myself I so wanted for her to say pussy. I'd loved hearing her say fuck before. I wanted to hear my sister say, Stop staring at my pussy little brother, instead of "there." Immediately after speaking my sister turned to the side of the tub. For first time giving me a glimpse of her tight little ass. So cute. Just like mom's. I wanted to be behind my sister fucking her doggy style. Cautiously, afraid of falling, my sister stepped over the high tub. My sister for the briefest second as she stepped over the tub looked back at me still staring at her pussy. A frown on her face. As my sister moved her legs over the tub. I was able to see her pussy lips part and see her pink insides. I so wanted to get my cock inside there. I was even able to see her brown, puckered asshole clearly as she stepped over the tub. My sister scold back at me knowing she had just gave me a show of a lifetime. I almost couldn't wait for her to leave my room so I could masturbate to her image. So much like my mom's body from 14 years ago. Her ageless twin. My sister quickly walked over to the counter and picked up her bikini. I picked myself up out of the tub. My cock hard as a rock. I stood up naked with my sister only a few inches away behind me nude. My hard cock so close to my sister's pussy. I turned and smacked her beautiful flawless butt with the palm of my hand. "Oh, stop, be good, little brother. You've already seen everything I've got. But you can't touch it, " my sister grabbed a towel and start drying herself off. I reached out and grabbed her left butt cheek. My sister quickly swatted my hand away as she wrapped the towel around her. I watched as my sister beautiful tits and pussy disappeared in the bathroom mirror. My sister turned as I stepped out of the tub dripping wet. Her eyes roaming down, fixed on my cock as I reached for a towel hanging from the wall. As I started to dry off my sister slipped past me and walked out of the bathroom carrying her bikini. My sister called back as she went to her room, "Goodnight, sweet dreams little brother." My sister giggled as she shut the door. I heard the lock click into place. She was taking no chances. Protecting herself from her horny brother. I finished drying off and walked to my bedroom door. I started to shut it then stopped. I put the towel back and then moved to my bed. Naked I positioned my pillows so I could look at my sister's door as I leaned back against the headboard. I reached down and grabbed my cock and started jerking off fantasying about my sister's body. Imagining that my sister had let me touch her bald pussy, that I had fingered her, sucked on her huge pink nipples of each of her breast, licked her pussy, stuck my finger in her ass and finally my cock entering her pussy. As I came I could almost hear my sister moaning out my name in her British accent, so sexy. I called out my sister's name loudly, too loudly, but I didn't care, "Ashley, Ashley your pussy feels so good. I'm cumming inside you sis. Your brother is fucking your pussy, Ashley." I don't think I had ever cum so hard in my life. After a few minutes I recovered my senses. I was embarrassed about calling out my sister's name as I came. I thought she probably didn't hear me. But part of me hoped she did. My sister, Ashley, I so want to fuck you. For so long, I've wanted to get my cock inside of you. I slowly faded off to sleep only to dream about making love to my sister. The following day as usual we didn't talk about what happened in the bath tub other than a knowing smile or two when we looked at each other. We both now knew what our fellow sibling was hiding beneath their clothes. When my sister reached up to get a bowl for her cereal, she turned to find me smiling at her. My sister simply shook her head and said, "You won't give up will you. You're a persistent little bastard." I simply said, "Good things come to those who wait." My sister sat down next to me in her tight shorts and blue t-shirt. "Not all things, I never knew my brother was such a dirty young man." my sister. "You just bring it out in me. You have such a cute butt." My sister shook her head refusing to further encourage me. "So what are we going to do today?" my sister asked. I smiled at her. "Oh no, get that smut out of your mind. Do I need to move into a hotel?" my sister said playfully but getting annoyed. "No. I'll be good. You're going to get the full California tourist experience." My sister raised her eyebrows at my words. I continued, "Today, Disney world." "Yeah. I've always wanted to go there. I refuse to go to the French Disney Park." Over the course of the next five days I was on my best behavior. We were brother and sister again. I hardly flirted with her or responded to her flirting. She loved to tease me and then say I wasn't being good. So I started ignoring her flirty replies. My sister and I visited Disney, Universal, the Chinese theater, stood in line to get on the Price is Right, went to see the QE old ocean liner and Spruce Goose of Howard Hughes fame. Each day after we got home from sight seeing we were exhausted. We'd go for a quick swim. My sister in her girl next door bikini. My sister spent her time in the pool doing laps and making sure I didn't get to close to her. We'd watch tv and then fall asleep. Our only real flirting during the five days was when I came home after going food shopping. When I went up to my bedroom to take a shower I could hear my sister was in the bath tub. I was tempted to try the door and join her but I didn't want to give her the satisfaction of rejecting me again. I stood there a second at the door and then walked back to my bed and laid down. A few minutes later my sister came out of the bathroom completely naked. My sister proudly pranced through my room nude turning her head towards me as she walked by. She smiling said, "I forgot my pajamas." I could see my sister's long hard nipples poking out and just a hint of her pussy as she whisked by me I threw my pillow at her but missed, "Tease.' My sister laughed as I followed her tight, wiggling ass as she sauntered down the hallway and closed her bedroom door. I said to myself, "You could have wrapped a towel around yourself." On the sixth day, we sat at the breakfast table gobbling cereal. My sister was dressed in sweat pants and t -shirt. Her nipples always seemed to be hard and once again they were poking out from her B cup tits. I tried hard to ignore her apricot scent of hair and those nipples. "Today, we're going to the beach." "Yeah," my sister shouted. "Not only are we going to the beach. To get the full California experience I'm going to attempt, mind attempt, to teach you a little about surfing," I announced to my sister. "Cool. Do I need a wet suit or can I surf in my bikini." "A bikini is fine. It might get swept off your body by a wave. But I'll love the view," I teased her. My sister swatted me with her hand. "I picked up a wet suit for you. It's nice and tight." "I'll be a surfer chick." My sister and I went to a beach near me. I spent about two hours teaching her the basics. It was hysterical to watch. I told her I was terrible when I first started surfing too. But I was never that bad. My sister finally gave up on surfing after getting warped by a wave. She shed the wet suit and retired to the beach. I spent about an hour without her doing some serious surfing on my own. As I walked up the beach to join my sister I half expected her to be talking to some dudes. I mean my sister is gorgeous she must get hit on all the time. Jealousy zooming through me. But my sister was sitting on her towel alone. "I was watching you. You're pretty good. Little brother, you've learned all that in the last couple of years," my sister asked as she moved onto her stomach. My sister almost made me feel uncomfortable as she stared at me behind her dark sunglasses. "Yeah, I actually paid some college kid to teach me how to surf. He was vicious to me. I 'd get warped and he'd scream at me, 'Dude, you're an idiot." I'm kind a tall for a surfer. Not fantastic balance either. But I do have the blondish hair." I continued, "People would yell at me I stole their wave. Surfers can be assholes. Not nearly as laid back as you think. But I do love being out here, the ocean, the waves, the girls in bikinis. But I guess I'm getting old. Most of these kids surfing are 12-15 years younger than me." "You're not getting old because that would mean I'm getting old. We're adults now. We can do what we want. We don't have to follow other people's rules anymore," my sister attempted to part sage wisdom to her younger brother. "True, I guess. But I wish I was 18 with what I know now." "Oh, I know exactly what you mean. The mistakes. ..like getting sun burnt. Little brother would you mine doing my back. I've got mom's English white skin." I simply smiled. My sister reached out and swatted me for the umpteenth time. "Shut up," she said responding to my wordless tease. I reached into our beach bag and pulled out the Sun block 45. My sister reached behind her and unsnapped her bikini top. I could see her medium sized breast pressing against the towel. How I wanted to be that towel. My sister was wearing her black bikini. It was small but not too small. Her body and cute butt were well covered. But I already knew the treasure hidden below. I could have easily stood at my sister's side and spread the sun tan lotion over her body. But I decided to be an asshole. I looked down at my sister's flawless skin on her back as she pressed her head against the towel relaxing. I moved close to my sister and then picked up my leg. I moved my body over top of her and as gently as possible landed myself onto of her. Straddlinging my sister. Just below her butt and on top of the back of her white, thin legs. I was pressed against her butt. My legs supported most of my weight so I wasn't crushing her. As I positioned myself on top of my sister's bikini covered body and butt, she turned her head and frowned at me. "You're such a jerk." My sister attempted to swat me but she couldn't get fully up without exposing her breast to the few people on the beach. I could see the sides of my sister breast and then almost her complete breast as she raised her body from the towel. My sister stopped turning towards me and resumed her position of pressing against the towel. Giving up at beating me and accepting my impropriety. Unwilling to cause a scene or flash her tits to strangers who might have phone cameras. "Move a little, you're crushing my legs." I slid forward a tiny fraction, pressing tighter against her butt as I moved my legs to take even more weight off my sister's body. "Better, be good," my sister demanded. "There are a lot people around." I looked around and saw only 5 other people within a hundred yards of us. All of whom seemed to be ignoring us. Down the beach the surfers were out in full force but they were a long, long way away. It was so sexy to be touching my sister, to be in this almost sexual position with her. Feeling her naked legs against beneath me and her bikini covered ass. It was my turn to tease. Despite the icy water of the Pacific, I could feel blood start to pump into my cock. I opened the bottle of lotion and spread it onto my hands. I wasn't trying to merely spread sun tan lotion on my sister. I was trying to give her a massage. I kneaded her skin. Rubbing her shoulders. Caressing her skin. Following her spine down to just before her bikini bottoms. I reached over and did her sides. I kept going and felt my fingers feel the edges of her silky breast. My sister's body stiffened. "Enough, get back on top. Do my shoulder blades. Please. Be a good little brother." "Mm." I simply said as I started to massage my sister's shoulder blades. "That feels good. You have nice hands. Wandering but nice," my sister nearly moaned. "You're skin is soft. You know you're so beautiful. Do you hate me saying that," I asked my sister. I started massaging my sister's lower back right above her bikini bottoms. At first strongly pressing into her flesh and then lightly with my finger tips stroking her skin, following her bikini bottoms to her side. Then back again. My cock was hard as a rock. I had my body lifted slightly off my sister by my legs in order to not crush her. But I knew my cock was mere centimeters from pressing against my sister's ass. How I loved my sister's ass. My sister replied softly, almost sexily as her languid body seemed to flow with my massage, "Every woman loves to hear some one say there beautiful. Especially when a cute guy says it. With a hot body." My sister giggled into the towel. I leaned slightly down as I softly touched my sister's spine. Stroking her from her bikini bottoms to neck. Finally, I couldn't take anymore and I leaned forward and moved my body down further on top of hers. My groin pressing against her ass. My cock so hard it was pushing through my bathing suit into my sister's bikini bottoms. My cock only a few light pieces of fabric away from pushing into my sister's pussy. My sister let out a gentle sigh as I pushed my cock into her ass. As I pressed my hands right below her shoulder. I pulled slightly back and pressed my cock back into my sister's butt. And then again and again I humped my sister's bikini covered ass with the slightest most imperceptible thrust into her butt. I moved my hands from my sister's back to her sides and slid my fingers over the out edges of my sister's breast as I pumped my cock against her tight butt. My sister seemed to be lost in dream as she allowed me to thrust my stiff cock against her body. I expected her to stop me any second but she continued to lie there. Passive receiving my thrust against her body. I was so horny. So turned on by being on the beach humping my sister's ass that I thought I was going to cum any second. I could feel my cum rising. Ready to explode into my swimsuit. I most have only been thrust against her butt for only4 to 5 minutes but it seemed an eternity. I was so close to cumming that my formerly stealthy thrust were getting more obvious to possible on lookers as I moved oh so close to cumming against my sister's body. A fantasy come true. I had no doubt my sister knew what I was doing the whole time. She could feel my 8 inches pushing against her again and again. I wanted to feel my sister's tits so badly. I tried pushing my fingers into the towel. The soft sand giving way to my lustful brother fingers. The towel lowering into the sand as my fingers took towels place slipping into my sister's bikini top. My fingers of both my hands wrapping around my sister's breast. I could her soft pillows of flesh against the front of my hand and her bikini against the back of my hands. Her stiff, erect nipples trapped between my fingers. I squeezed my sister breast softly. Her silky pillows flowing through my hands. I was so close to cumming. I was pushing hard against my silent sister. As I leaned forward to grab her tits I could hear my sister's labored, lustful breathing. I pinched her nipples and then again squeezed her b cups with palm of my hands Suddenly, my sister was moving. She turned her left shoulder as she rose up from the beach towel. My thrust pushing into the side of her ass as I slipped off her. My left hand slipping off her exposed her breast as my right hand caressed her right tit. My sister reached back and pushed me off her. I fell into the sand. My right hand falling onto the towel trapped beneath her side. My stiff rod still wanting to thrust against her. I tried to push against her turned body. "Get off. There a ton a people around. Someone could have camera. My god, little brother."