0 comments/ 55062 views/ 11 favorites Four Days in Paradise: Day 01-02 By: Epmd607 "We still have four days...are you bored?" Georgia studied her brother. "Bored? No. I'm on vacation, thanks to you, G." Stephen smiled at his little sister from the bed. "You probably miss Chrissy already?" Stephen and his girlfriend had enjoyed the first 48 hours of their island vacation together before she was called back to her magazine -- something with the advertisers. "Yeah, I do. We had a week's worth of fun 'though... But now it's just you and me, and how often do I get to spend a whole week with my little sister?" Georgia blushed at her brother's allusion to the amount of time he spent with Chrissy in their room when they first arrived. She was fine with sitting on the beach and at the bar for the whole first day and most of the next. She didn't mind getting hit on constantly, even if it was by cheesy middle-aged guys. It must be the resort or time of season, because the only people around their age were newlyweds and they were clueless. "Well, you get four days now. You were a bit preoccupied before." Georgia sat next to her brother on the bed rearranging the assorted objects on his nightstand. She worked for a big bank and had been given two tickets to Antigua for her performance. She didn't have anyone else in mind to come with her besides for her best friend and her brother. "Sorry, G. I promise I'll make up for it." He squeezed her arm. She found a little note beneath his watch on the table and read it to herself: Stephen Devil, When I wake up next to you I shiver and can't stop smiling. I'm unbearably anxious about leaving and not seeing you tomorrow morning when I open my eyes. I love you like I used to love ice cream and Santa Claus and weekends at my grandma's. I play with your ring about a hundred times a day when I'm at work. My co-workers probably think I'm obsessive compulsive or something. I'll kiss your picture(the one I hide in my dresser cuz you don't like waking up and seeing yourself) each morning and before bed -- maybe in bed late at night too...hehe I love you! Chrissy Angel "Stephen, this is the sweetest note ever." "She writes me notes and letters all the time. I don't think she shows me half of them though." She put the note back and hugged her brother. "I want to have someone worth writing notes for." He played with her dark brown hair in his fingers while she lay with her cheek against his shoulder pouting. "Someone should be writing special notes for you. You're one in a zillion, Georgianna." She flushed and hid behind her hair, bit his shoulder gently. "I just want a nice boy, nothin' special." His love for her was always open and brotherly, although there were the times when it ventured into the sensual. The type of moment where she sat a little too close and he could inhale all of her with little effort. Right then, he couldn't avoid the specter of her gorgeous breasts pushed up, straining out from her shirt, and her bottom perfectly proportioned in her jeans as she bent over to retrieve the remote from the night table. "We'll go out to dinner tonight? Down the road, maybe seafood?" She nodded. They'd eaten at the resort mostly, he promised her they'd see more of the nearby town. "I'm kinda burned out by the sun from the last couple days, I just wanna sleep until dinner." He didn't move and she didn't leave for her room. She soon fell asleep against him. *** Stephen was awoken by Georgia above him, poking his cheeks. "What you doin'?" "Poking you, so you'll wake up. I'm hungry." He looked down and saw her breasts peeking out at him from some type of dressed-up sarong. She had already changed and had her nighttime make-up done. He sat up, still in his t-shirt and shorts. "I'll be ready in a few minutes. How long have you been up? You're looking super pretty, G." She stood beside the bed and turned so he could get a proper view. Her breasts were distracting, the dress was tied tight next to them, emphasizing their breadth. "Thank you, Stephen. I haven't been up for that long. Hurry up so we can get something to eat." She'd actually been up for a few hours, took forever in the bath, shaved her legs, relieved some of the stress that had been building between her legs... Stephen had always paid attention to her growing up, but as twenty-somethings she saw him maybe once a month if she was lucky, and she still needed him to pay her attention. He was four years older and she adored him. It was such a nice surprise that she'd get him all to herself for four whole days instead of just being the third wheel to him and Chrissy between vacation sex marathons. They arrived at the restaurant, it was busy but the food was good and they talked the whole time. Stephen was drawn to her big brown eyes, she could just look at him a certain way and he'd feel naked. She liked that he looked at her chest more than once or twice, brother or not, he was a hot guy and he seemed to really like what he saw. She felt there was no harm in it, no harm in flirting a little. "So, you like my dress? I bought it the other day not that far from here, at this little shop." She smiled, bit her tongue and did a pose so he'd get a side profile. He wasn't embarrassed that she was beautiful and desirable; just a little irritated when he caught himself genuinely ogling her. "Yeah, George, you look amazing, sexy." She blushed, he'd never commented on her sexiness before, it was usually just the uniform 'pretty' sometimes 'gorgeous'. He stared at her full lips. "I can't believe my little sis is so womanly, even 'voluptuous'. Many rarer traits that I can't even come up with cuz I'm not as brilliant as some." They both giggled. "Thank you. You know, you're probably the sweetest guy of all-time. Chrissy is lucky. ...And now you're going to have to dance with me since I've been such a nice sister." The music wasn't familiar, but it was slow, he got up and took her to the dance area, two other couples were dancing. Georgia comfortably put her arms around his neck and lay her head on his shoulder while he held her waist. She smelt of the beach, reminding him more of a day dream than any actual beach. "Stephen, let's go back to my room and drink the wine we got yesterday." "Okay." They'd already drunk a few assorted drinks, he was nervous about what he might say to her if he actually got drunk. When they got back to her room(which was just a few doors down from his) she kicked off her shoes and got the bottle out. "G., let's go out on the patio." She nodded and skipped out to the patio, glasses in hand, her brother followed. "We can go in the jacuzzi later. I used it once, it's nice. It's so pretty tonight, I can see the beach from over here. Come sit with me, Stevie." He pulled the chairs around the jacuzzi to the little clearing; the moon was amazingly bright. "George, Chrissy told me something I've been meaning to ask you about for a while." She looked at him funny. He was smiling mischievously. "What?" "I don't really believe it, but she says you hooked up with a girl at school?" Georgia's cheeks turned red and she giggled nervously. "She's a little snitch, isn't she?" She eyed him for a minute. "Well, I don't believe that my sweet little Georgie did any such thing, not in a million years." "Gosh, Stephen, I did more than that with her...hehe. I don't know how much I wanna tell you though." She got up to get the bottle from the table but he pulled her back down to her seat to hear her story. "I don't think so, G., now you gotta tell me everything." She sat back down and looked at him seriously, but a little tipsy from the alcohol. "You promise not to tell anyone? Especially Chrissy, she only knows a little bit. I don't want anyone to know my best secret but you." "I promise." "Okay, it happened once. It was at college, I was a sophomore and this girl I knew pretty good, who was sort of super-bi, got me to come back to her room...hehe, and she basically fucked my brains out. Which was amazing and brand new and I never talked to her again or even kissed another girl after that." It was Stephen's turn to blush at his sister's confession. "Wow...are you bi, G.?" He smiled at her. "I'm not really into girls that much...I was seduced. I still like boys more." "That's cool, Georgia, I thought I knew everything about you." He really was amazed that his shy little sister, who ran a bank, actually had sex with a girl at college. "But you're not gonna get any more details tonight, cuz I'm either going in the jacuzzi or going to bed. What you wanna do?" They changed into their swim suits and got in the jacuzzi on the room's patio. Stephen sat across from his sister and studied her face down to the water and her full cleavage. She wore a blue bikini, but she wore a bikini totally different than his girlfriend. Chrissy was tiny, slender, had little pert breasts and a tiny waist. Georgia had a larger chest in comparison, her hips were wider and her stomach was on that perfect line between thin and chubby. "I miss watching TV with you late at night. I wish you were my roommate, Heather isn't much fun." She pouted at her brother. She reached for the bottle and her glass, he stopped her. "We should stop drinking, G., your eyes are looking a little glassy." She sat down in his lap instead of moving to the seat across from him. "You have to tuck me under my covers then." Stephen was turned on and wanted to alter the situation. So he stood, picked her up and placed her on the deck. "I'll go get changed and when I come back you better be in your bed." She slapped her brother on the chest then ran into the bathroom. He left for his room, dried himself off and put on shorts and a t-shirt. When Stephen returned to Georgia's room she was sitting on the floor in a t-shirt trying to turn the TV on with the stereo remote. "This thing's broke." He took the controller from the intoxicated young woman, picked her up and placed her in her bed. "You're not gonna puke are you?" She shook her head and got under the covers. "You can't leave until I fall asleep." She put her arms around his neck and hugged him to her like a petulant child. "I love you, Stephen." "I love you, G.G." He kissed her forehead. She kissed his cheek and then quickly kissed his mouth. He held her under the covers until she fell asleep. He was aroused but didn't dear touch himself with his little sister sleeping peacefully next to him. *** Stephen awoke with a hand cupping his sister's breast, she had spooned to him during the night. He pulled his hand from her soft breast and she turned to him, still half-asleep. She wound her arms around his middle and placed her head on his chest. He was all too aware of her warm body pressed against his. "Stephen, I'm cold, the air conditioner is freezing me to you." She kept her eyes shut tight and squeezed him. "You don't feel cold." She opened her eyes. "I wanna go to the beach today." "Okay." He rubbed her back. He lay there with her for a little while longer then got up and went back to his room to change. He came back, she found her sandals and they walked the hundred yards or so down to the beach. Georgia wore a different bikini than the one from the night before. It was black and white, almost zebra print. Stephen carried her bag and the two chairs while she adjusted her sunglasses and put her hair in a ponytail. "This right here, Stephen, is the beach. I don't think you've seen it yet." He set the chairs down under an umbrella and smiled at her little jab. "It's just me and you now, we'll do whatever you want." She crinkled her nose at him and spread a towel out in the sand. "I want to go into the jungle later, on one of those jeep trips." She applied suntan lotion so her lightly tanned body had a little glow. She was sitting below him, he had an unimpeded view of her generous cleavage. "Okay, we'll go into the jungle." He watched her rub the lotion on her arms and legs. When she was finished she knelt in front of him with the lotion. "Lean over so I can get your face." She rubbed the lotion around his face and then on his neck, chest and shoulders. "Here, do your arms." She got up and squirted some in his hands and then all over his back -- which she proceeded to spread herself. He couldn't help getting a little turned on by her attention. She rubbed from his back over his shoulders onto his chest, and even over his flat stomach. "Okay, okay, I think I've got it from here, G. Thanks." She giggled, pouted and took her hands off him. She didn't have anyone else to flirt with, it seemed harmless enough. There weren't that many people out on the beach yet, but she was glad it looked like they were a loving couple. She missed having a boyfriend, so pretending to be Stephen's girl on vacation was the next best thing. Most of the morning was uneventful until Stephen convinced Georgia to go out into the water with him. She clung like a monkey with every wave. Her wet breasts and hard nipples pressed against him became a bit too much and he had to end their water play prematurely. "Want a drink? We'll go to the bar." They left the water, dried off and went up to the bar at the edge of the beach. He got her a margarita and himself a beer, he told her he'd be right back and went to the bathroom. When he came back his sister was chatting with some forty-something, likely divorced, balding bachelor. He didn't immediately come over, just listened to his sister chat with the man. "...I'm here with my boyfriend, he'll be back in a minute. So, I'll have to pass on that drink." The man said something, smiled then left. Stephen crept up on Georgia and she just about spat out her drink. "Jesus, Stephen! What took so long?" "You mean your boyfriend isn't back yet?" She blushed, smacked his chest. "You saw that? It's the same old guys, they don't leave me alone. Why won't some hot, young foreign guy appear and sweep me off my feet?" "Some of these guys aren't that old. You know, it wouldn't hurt if you had a little harmless fun here." Her mouth dropped open, then she frowned at her brother. "I didn't come here to have sex with randoms. Shame on you, telling your sister to hook up with some silver fox..." "Well, I'm sure you'd make some lonely guy's vacation, if not life...just be safe about it." She slapped her brother on the chest again. "Quit doing that! My chest is gonna look all red and beat up because of you." She rubbed the new mark she made. "Sorry. But you don't have to look good, you won't be hooking up with anyone for the rest of this vacation -- that is, you better not cheat on my best friend!" "How am I gonna cheat when I have my sister hanging off me all night and day? Telling silver foxes I'm her boyfriend." He meant it as a light jab but she didn't like how it sounded. "You think I'm pathetic?" He hurt her feelings. She knew he'd rather be with Chrissy instead of her. "You're not pathetic. I like spending time with you. Let's stop with the drinking, maybe go back to the room and get ourselves a jeep to tour the island in." She lightened up and they went back to their rooms. *** "My butt hurts! I didn't think it'd be that bumpy..." Georgia was applying her nighttime make-up in her mirror while her brother sat in a chair nearby. "George, the place had 'off-road' in its name." She wore a short, flimsy skirt, a dressy white blouse. He just wore khakis and a white collared shirt. "Where are you taking me for dinner, Stephen?" "Wherever your little heart desires, Georgianna." She stuck her tongue out at him in the mirror. "I thought you'd make reservations. I'm not just some cheap date!" He laughed. "If that skirt were any shorter I'd say you were a cheap something..." That pissed her off, she turned to face him. "What's wrong with how I'm dressed?! This isn't nearly as short as what Chrissy prances around in. And I don't wear half the make-up she does. Plus my legs are a whole lot nicer than her tiny little twigs..." She was rambling. Stephen stood up. "Hey relax, I didn't mean it like that. It was just a bad joke. I'm sorry, Georgia. You're dressed perfect and we'll go out and have a nice, fancy dinner." She dropped it, let him hug her. "That was really mean, Stephen." "I'm sorry, it was just a bad joke, a poke at my little sister -- who happens to look exceptionally womanly and sophisticated tonight." She smiled and turned back to the mirror to finish her mascara application. "Thank you, Stephen. I wish you would've just said that to begin with." "Me too. Let's go. I know exactly where I'm taking you." He took her downstairs and directed her into a cab, told the cabby the name of a restaurant she didn't recognize. The restaurant didn't look like much outside, but inside it was nice and cozy. She figured the concierge must have told him about it after they came back from the beach. "The menu looks good. This is nice, Stephen." She looked around, there were a few other foreign couples, possibly some locals. "I'm not gonna take my little sister out to any old rat hole." She giggled. "Come on, I know you're not this vulgar when you're on a date with Chrissy." "How do you know Chrissy isn't into vulgar guys? Maybe she's the vulgar one and I'm the saint." "She is a little vulgar... But she tells me everything and I know you're sweet to her." "I'm sorry. I promise I'll be a good date tonight...she tells you everything? What's that mean?" He was nervous. How much would his girlfriend really tell his sister about their relationship? "She's my best friend. Women talk about men, it doesn't matter that you're my brother -- she tells me ev-ery-thing." She giggled at her emphasis of 'everything'. Stephen looked a little mortified. "Alright, George, time to get back to a-sexual brother and sister topics." She bit her lip. "I mean, she only has good things to say in the other than a-sexual areas... You're blushing, Stephen. Oh gosh, I promise I'll stop." She giggled at her brother's discomfort. "Drink your wine, Georgianna." They ate dinner, he listened to her talk. She was never much of a talker unless she was alone with him or Chrissy. "I'd say let's go for a walk down by the water but it looks like it's raining." He guided her out of the restaurant and into a cab. "Let's go to my room and watch a movie, Stephen." She forgot she was on a date with her brother, kept touching his face and thigh in the back of the cab. He took her up to her room, reclined in her bed and turned the TV on. She disappeared into the bathroom, came back out in her tiny shorts and tank top that she usually wore to bed, and then practically jumped on him. "We're not having a tickling match, we're gonna watch this old movie." She removed her hands from his body and lay down against him to watch the film. "Georgianna, where are your jammies?" He did his best impression of their father, they both laughed. "I miss Daddy, Stephen." He put his arms around her. "Me too." They watched the movie for an hour or so, he thought she was drifting off the sleep so he made a move to get up, but she turned and pulled him back down to her. "Don't go..." He kissed her forehead. "Goodnight, Sweetie. Today was fun, we'll go to the beach tomorrow..." He tried to get up but she just wrapped her arms around him tighter. "I sleep better when you're here, please stay with me." He was worried, the look on her face was saying something he'd seen many times before, though never from his own flesh and blood. "You know we shouldn't... I'll see you tomorrow at breakfast." She wasn't drunk, maybe a little sleepy, but her eyes were clearly those of a welcoming female. He stared at her for a moment and lost all thought. He kissed her mouth, her silky lips kissed back. Four Days in Paradise: Day 01-02 Georgia's little pink tongue poked at her brother's as they held each other. The kiss only lasted a matter of seconds, but Stephen's brain was screaming 'Stop! Get out!' and he practically pushed her away and rolled off the bed to get away from her. She looked like she'd burst into tears as he tossed a quick 'goodnight' over his shoulder and hurried to the safety of his own room and bed. *** The next morning he was nervous as he knocked on the door to get her to go to breakfast. "Go away!" He almost chuckled, he was slightly relieved by her usual morning response. He had been worried that she might not respond at all. She was likely still in bed. "Come on, let's go to breakfast." "No!" "If you don't open the door I'm gonna call the front desk and have them send up housekeeping." That was a trick he used on her when they'd gone to Maryland one summer with a group of friends. He heard the door click open. He cracked the door and she dove back in bed wrapped up in the sheet. "You hungry?" She shook her head, her face turned away from him. "I missed you, Georgie. I haven't seen you in almost seven hours." She turned her head to look at him. "You should have stayed like you were supposed to." He smiled. "You know we can't be smoochin' all night. Brothers and sisters ain't s'posed to be kissin'." He said it in a perfect southern twang, she giggled, sat up. Her hair was adorably lopsided from her pillow. "I just wanted to kiss a little...it's nice to kiss a little, whether it's girls, boys, or brothers." "You kiss too good, George, that's the problem... Let's get ready and go down." She got up off the bed walked to the bathroom and was ready to go forty minutes later. They went down and had a light breakfast. It was late in the morning so the dining area was pretty much just them. "It's not like anything would have happened, Stephen..." He choked a little on his melon. "It's better that we don't venture near the borderline of 'anything', G.G." "You're a little bit of a prude, Stephen. We love each other, we can do whatever we want. I can kiss my brother if I want...with tongue!" Stephen frowned. "You didn't like kissing me, Stevie?" "I think we already went over this. Georgianna kisses too good to share her kisses with her brother." "No one knows us, we can do whatever we want. I'm not talking about anything serious. I just like pretending that we're boyfriend and girlfriend a little. It's safe and fun." "It's not safe, that's the problem, G. I really wish you'd direct these other-than-sisterly feelings toward a guy that's not your brother." That hurt her, she was being honest and he didn't even want to talk to her about it. "I can't help that I love you a little special." She poked him, but he wasn't having any of it. "We can't keep joking about this. For all I know I could get thrown in jail just for having this conversation with you." She stood up, arms folded and stared him down. "I thought we were good friends, that we could talk about real stuff. Now you just seem pretty phony..." She marched off. He got up and caught her, grabbed her arm and pulled her behind a door. "Look at me. I care about you more than anyone else on this planet. So, we're not going to talk about this anymore. Let's go get changed and lay out in the sun." She didn't respond, just went up to her room and changed into her bikini and shorts. When he came back from his room she was already headed down to the beach. He jogged to catch up with her but she wouldn't turn her head and recognize his existence. He already knew what her reaction would be when he told her to stop talking to him about how she felt. "Okay, cool, we'll just chill here, G." She set her chair down and turned toward him. "Stephen, I don't really want to hang out with you today." He was surprised, she was being exceptionally cold toward him. He backed away, gave her space. "Okay, I'll put my stuff way over here. Please, Georgia, just relax today, you're on vacation and this place is gorgeous." He turned and walked away, sat out of earshot from her, applied his own lotion and watched her as she read her favorite book. Stephen knew a gorgeous, bikini-clad female sitting alone on a beach wouldn't go unnoticed for long. He watched the first few guys jog and walk past, some greeted her, some stopped and lingered for a few seconds before her majesty. The first to gather enough courage to stop and converse was probably in his late thirties, obviously vacationing alone. He didn't look that bad, but he was balding. Stephen knew George hated that ring of hair around a balding guy's head. It was either a full head of hair or bald, nothing in between. "...Maybe later." He caught the tail end of her blow-off. He figured it would be a day of Georgia deflecting guy after guy, which would be entertaining in itself. Stephen sat content to lightly sleep in the sun and watch a few females, he spoke to a few who were tanning nearby. He noticed one guy he'd seen jog by and linger earlier was now talking to Georgia. He wanted to hear how she'd respond but couldn't quite make out the conversation. He was surprised when she got up and went to the bar with him. There were a lot of umbrellas and people in the way, but he could make her out sitting with the guy at the bar. He gave it some time, figured she'd be back in twenty minutes at the most, but time passed and he was getting bored. He decided to go over and get a good look at the guy, maybe irritate George enough so she'd talk to him and then they could go get lunch. He sat at the end of the bar, she saw him come over but she wasn't looking toward him from her perch, and he sat far enough away where he really couldn't hear their conversation. The guy was probably in his mid to late forties, graying at the temples, physically fit. Stephen noticed George giggling and smiling at the man, touching his knee and arm. This went on for way too long in his estimation, he was a few beers deep and was ready to get up and drag his sister away from the man. But the guy got up before he did, she hugged him and he left. Stephen was relieved, he knew Georgia would've been super pissed if he marched over and tried to break up her conversation. "Quit spying on me!" She came over and slapped him on his sun burnt shoulder. "Ouch! I just wanted to see if you were hungry." She smiled. "Fine, buy me a sandwich." They went to a table on the deck behind the bar and ordered sandwiches. "Yuck, you put your hand on that guy's moldy old chest and let his gnarly old man fingers touch your leg!" She faux frowned. She knew he was a little jealous that she had gotten attention and he had to sit by himself all afternoon like a loser. "Paul isn't that old, and yesterday you would've called him the sort of silver fox I should be letting touch my leg when I'm on vacation." She smiled, sure of herself. He grimaced. "God, what did you talk about? His new Lexus and golf handicap?" "No, we talked about our jobs -- he works in finance too. He has two daughters in high school and he's single. Since I'm not seeing anybody, it's just harmless fun. I even agreed to dinner with him tonight." She smiled as her brother's jaw dropped. "I know you're mad at me, but you don't have to go out with this guy to prove a point. I'm sorry for before...we can talk about it if you want." "You're right, I play things too safe. I shouldn't be directing my feelings toward my own sibling. I plan on living life a little on vacation, maybe even expand my boundaries." Stephen was getting worried. "George, I was joking yesterday when I said you should be making some guy's vacation. Random sex isn't about stepping outside your comfort zone, it's dangerous in terms of health and disease, and it's not really the sort of thing you're about." "I'm an adult, I don't make decisions based on you teasing me." "Promise me you won't sleep with him? We don't know anything about this guy, he could be some dude who gets off on beating girls up, comes here so he can have anonymity and then disappear." "I'm a big girl, I don't need you telling me what I need to worry about. I live and work in the city, no one's holding my hand back to my apartment at night -- the one I share with another girl." "Okay, I'm not talking about it anymore, let's just enjoy lunch, the serene setting and all that. We still have another two days. You think we'll be cool again by the time we leave?" "It really just depends on whether or not you're going to accept me as a grown up." He smiled at her. "You're my little Georgie, I took you to Smurfs On Ice... But I understand and intend to comply." She looked furious at the start of his statement, but was placid by its end. The rest of the afternoon was better, they went in the water for a while, read in the shade under the umbrellas; Georgia even let her brother move his chair back next to hers. *** Stephen watched his sister get ready for her date that night. He didn't say much to discourage her from going, but he was there precisely because he didn't want her to go. He told himself he had to stop her from going because it simply wasn't safe, that she would regret it. "So, you don't want to kick it with your big brother tonight? Maybe walk on the beach, get a little room service, sit in the jacuzzi for way too long?" She smiled lightly, applied her lipstick. She looked stunning, was wearing a long blue dress and sexy earrings that dangled just about down to her naked shoulders. "Nope, not really. Hmm, tough decision... Hang out with my brother or go on a hot date with a sexy guy?" She giggled at the frown she put on his face. She knew he was getting jealous, but he'd never admit to it. "Listen, I'm worried. I don't know what I'd do if someone hurt you...or you just disappeared. Stuff like that happens, you could always have lunch with the guy tomorrow." She had her clutch in her hand, was standing before her brother before she went down to the lobby to meet her date. "We've already gone over this, Stevie. I already know where he's taking me, the concierge knows him too, so don't you worry...and if that's all, tell me goodnight so I can go." He was going to say something, she saw that he hesitated and turned for the door. "...Goodnight, Georgia. I love you." "'Night, Stephen. I love you too." She smiled sweetly back at him as the door shut tight behind her. He didn't bother going to his room or anywhere else. He wanted to feel the absence of her presence, had to feel her missing weight and warmth next to him in that bed. TV was a distraction for a little while, but he really just wanted to try and sleep it off. Why was he so hung up on the thought of his sister enjoying herself -- maybe getting a little action? He knew he would have been all for it if Chrissy was around. He mentioned Georgia's date to her on the phone earlier in the night. Chrissy was happy for her, didn't think anything bad of it. Maybe he was just jealous, for once he was going to bed alone while seemingly everyone else on the planet was having fun. The thought of his own self-centered conceit consoled him when he turned the lights out and tried to sleep. He told himself he'd have to work on his narcissism. When he finally started to drift off he was startled awake by the thought of his Georgia naked on her back beneath some forty-something financial adviser. Some random guy on top of her, enjoying her body, rutting into her while she gasped in pleasure beneath him. In Stephen's mind the guy was so pompous, so proud that he had scored some hot twenty-three year-old piece of ass on his island vacation -- just something to brag about back at the office. The guy would never know how special Georgia was, how lucky he was just to be on the same planet as her. Stephen began weeping, lewd images of his sister and the man he never actually met ran through his head. Would he pull her hair, spank her, bite her? He knew Georgia and she was not the sort of girl who liked being treated roughly. He hoped the man was gentle with her, actually took the time and considered how she felt. He was sleeping when he felt a rustling near the bed, immediately he thought of how he would defend himself from an attack. He had to assume the intruder was at least armed with a knife or small baton. Before he could make out the shape of a figure, he smelt perfume. He immediately recognized the scent of his sister. She was taking off her earrings in the dark, had already tossed her shoes by the door. "Georgia?" She came closer to the bed, she knew he was there when she opened the door and saw his sandals and shirt lying in the middle of the floor. "Stephen, why are you in my bed? Where's the light switch?" He grabbed her hand and pulled her down to the bed to prevent her from turning the light on. She sat next to him and ran her hand over his forehead and cheek. "Stephen, you're burning up -- are you sick? I'll get the light." "No, leave the light off." Click. She lit a small lamp on the nightstand. She studied him, bit her lower lip. He thought how radiant she looked, glowing with her tan, her hair still perfectly ordered. "What's wrong? Do you have a fever?" She could see the red around his eyes, thought he might have been crying. "I'm fine, just a little out of it... What time is it?" She giggled. "10:30." He was embarrassed. He knew she could tell he'd been crying, she wouldn't ask him outright and wound his pride. "Oh, okay." He sat up. "Are you drunk, Stephen?" He shook his head. Maybe he should of went with drunk, he might look a little less foolish if he was drunk crying in his sister's bed when prime time television was still on. "I guess I'll go to my room now. Goodnight, Georgia." She grabbed his wrist before he could get up from the bed. "Not so fast... At lunch you said we could talk about things." He nodded. "Well, I'd like for you to tell me why you're here." "I was waiting for you." "Why? You think you have to wait up for me? You think you're Daddy?" She was a little miffed, but he smiled and eased the tension in her question. "I missed you, Georgie." She melted a little, just by the way he said it so sweet. "I missed you too. I felt bad for going out tonight without you. I knocked on your door but you didn't answer... Maybe I wanted to make you worry, miss me a little." "I was jealous, Georgia. That some guy would get to spend time with you, have you all to himself." She was surprised he was being so honest. "He wanted me all to himself, tried to get me to go to his room because the view was so spectacular and all that. It was pretty uneventful, dinner that is, he knew he wasn't going to get me and sort of gave up before dessert. Now, back to you being jealous -- why were you upset that a man might want to sleep with me?" She was going to get everything out of him, now that he seemed forthcoming. "You deserve someone who'll treat you right, someone closer to your own age who's into everything that Georgianna entails." "Hmm... And you were jealous because I wasn't with someone closer to my own age?? Now, that doesn't really make sense, does it, Stephen?" She poked him in the chest. He grabbed her hand and held it in his. "No, I was jealous because you're my favorite and I don't want to share you with anyone else." She leaned over and pecked his cheek. "So, are you just a jealous and possessive big brother or something entirely more fantastic? Like a centaur or something..." He laughed and pulled her onto his naked chest so they were eye to eye. He could feel her lungs expanding and contracting over him, the warmth of her crotch beneath her dress pressing against his hip. "I don't know how you can joke about this...it's so unnatural, unbelievable." "I want you to say it out loud, Stephen." His heart was pounding in his chest, could he actually tell his sister he wanted to make love to her? How could he feel such a thing about his own flesh and blood? He could churn over the why and how in his head, but all the biological evidence he'd need was tenting his shorts. "I want you, Georgia. I need you." She pressed her mouth to his, let him slip his tongue over hers. His kiss was wet and electric to her. Nothing gross about kissing her brother, it seemed the most natural kiss she'd ever had. He ran his hands down her body, over her dress pulling up the material below her butt. He wanted to feel skin. "I love you, Stephen." She was frightened by his need now that he had unleashed his desire for her. He sucked on her lips and neck passionately. She clawed at his chest when he pulled her dress up to her waist and pawed at her ass cheeks. She slipped the dress over her head before he tore it off her. It was immediacy, she had to reveal all of her naked skin to him as soon as possible so he wouldn't hurt her in the process of tearing off her clothes. Once the dress was in a ball on the floor, all she wore was the cross she received when she graduated from her Catholic High School, and a tiny red thong. She straddled his hips to give him an unimpeded view and full access to her fantastic breasts. She wanted to keep him busy so she could remove her thong safely. He groped and massaged her breasts, she leaned into him so he could suckle while she ran her thong down her legs and off. He pulled her forward so he could get at both of her breasts with his mouth, suck each fat nipple and nibble gently. "God yes, Stephen...don't stop." She moaned his name about a dozen times as he kissed her over her breasts. Eventually his attention was drawn elsewhere, he could smell her arousal. He sat up with her straddling him, flipped her onto her back and removed his shorts with one quick tug. She stared down between their bodies at his penis resting on her hip, not quite believing she was finally seeing the thing she'd thought about incessantly since Chrissy casually mentioned he was larger than anyone she'd ever been with. Her hand went to it, held the hot warm flesh, rolled it in her fingers as it throbbed for her. He in turn brought his fingers to her pussy and she arched her back into his hand as he rubbed her labia between his fingers, covering them with her fragrant musk. Georgia gasped when he put a finger inside her. He was gentle, rubbed her clitoris skillfully as he fingered her, would bend down and kiss her mouth, her breast, her belly when she got too worked up. She was tight. When he placed a second finger inside her she practically came. She forgot about his penis until he took his fingers out of her. When she was empty she wanted more, more than a few fingers... He smelt his hand and placed his fingers in his mouth to taste her. "I like the taste...I need to be in you now." He wasn't exactly coherent, but she knew he was going to put his cock in her. She pulled her legs back, he pushed them up and spread them wider as he got between her thighs. "Slow, please, Stevie..." He nodded, brushed her slit with the head of his cock, bumped her clit and made her gasp. Her puss was shaved for daily bikini wearing, lightly furred around the lips. His mouth watered at the sight of his cock at her entrance. He slowly pushed into her, wetting the tip of his cock with her juices, he paused and pushed in again. She gave way, he had an inch in, then two inches. He worked himself into her in a light rhythm, she was already delirious. It hurt a little at first, because he was big, filled her -- although he wasn't so big he couldn't bury himself in her after a couple minutes of trying. When his balls were resting against her ass he leaned down on top of her so her boobs were crushed against his chest and kissed her gently. "I love you, Georgia." He looked into her flush face, those brilliant green eyes. She was lost, cumming, a thousand points of light just behind her eyes. He pumped into her, a nice tempo, not too hard or fast, wiggled his hips now and then to hit different patches of nerves inside her body. She lay rigid after cumming, he fucked her gently, gave her time to recover. Four Days in Paradise: Day 01-02 "Don't stop, Stephen!" She was worried he might pull out, that he may have thought he was hurting her. He began pumping his cock with a renewed vigor, enjoying every inch of her silky tube. She watched beads of sweat form on his forehead, his face was red, he needed to cum. Georgia was now totally aware of the sounds, the bed creaking as he fucked her, their pained breathing, the sluicing of his cock steaming in and out of her hot pussy, the faintest whisper of waves hitting the sand a few hundred yards from their window... "Oh, God!" He groaned, came inside her. Georgia pulled him down to her as he buried himself completely inside her. She clawed at his back as she unexpectedly came again with him wiggling around, his pelvis pressing against her clit. It was a small, sweet orgasm for her. She met his eyes as he had his powerful cum, the blank stare and then the full recognition, the love he had for her. She kissed him all over his face as he lay his full weight on top of her smaller, suppler frame. "Georgie, you okay?" He got off her, figured having his full weight on her for more than a couple minutes might not be the most comfortable position. She nodded, bit her bottom lip and wrapped her arms around his middle, placed her head on his lightly furred chest. They lay there in silence for the next ten minutes. Georgia felt his semen running out of her onto her thigh and down to the bed sheet. "We should've used a condom, Stephen." She stroked the hair on his chest. "I know..." She climbed over him so they could kiss, she wanted to be intimate. They made out sweetly at first, pecked each others lips, twirled tongues and sucked on necks and earlobes. Then Georgia felt Stephen's penis against her thigh, completely erect. They began pawing at each other with need again. She'd never been as turned on with another man, he would simply place his fingers inside her, run them back and forth a few times and she would melt into orgasm. "I wanna be on top." She moved down over his hips, held his cock in her hand for a heady second before sliding it back into her well-used cunt. It wasn't long before she was sitting back on top of him, her ass resting on the tops of his thighs, his long thick cock completely missing inside of her. She leaned forward and began working her tube along his shaft, milking him for everything he was worth. He held her hips, let her do the work, but after ten minutes of her slow deliberate movements, her teasing, her sly smiles and little kisses, he couldn't take it. He drove himself up into her, held her against his chest and fucked her heavenly, young pussy. She came, melted on top of him as he fucked her for all he was worth. He felt her shake on top of him, the little flood out of her and onto his pelvis and nut sack. The fresh, strong scent of her pushed him over the edge. Again he pressed himself into her and released, came in ribbons into her needy pussy. They were quiet again, neither wanted to ruin the moment. Georgia wrapped her body around her brother, rested her head on his chest so she could hear his heart beat. He touched every part of her body, ran his hands all over her smooth skin. Eventually she was curious, not satisfied with what they had done so far. She moved down his body, took his flaccid cock in her hand for closer inspection. "I'm on birth control, but you really shouldn't cum in me." She was staring at his cock so he wasn't exactly sure if she was talking to him or his penis. "We're sorry. Your pussy is the best, we get forgetful." She giggled, leaned over and kissed the head of his penis. Her lips got an immediate response, Stephen's member began to grow. She kissed it a few more times and watched it fill. Georgia repositioned herself so she was at the bottom of the bed looking up from between her brother's legs. She placed his penis in her mouth and gently sucked. "Holy shit, Georgia!" She had taken him from content to utterly aroused in a matter of seconds. She wet his cock with her mouth, took the top few inches, sucked on the head, pumped his shaft. He watched her mouth disappear behind his dick, felt her lips on one of his testicles. She twirled her tongue over each -- he practically squealed in delight. All thoughts of his girlfriend, the fact that Georgia was his sister, everything just left his mind and he enjoyed her mouth on his shaft and balls. "This time you're allowed to cum in me." She sucked on his tip, looked into his eyes as she blew him lovingly. He stroked her cheeks and she tried to take half of him in her mouth, but she choked a little and took her mouth off. She went back to licking the shaft and head and jerking him off. "I'm going to cum." She placed her hot mouth over the head again, pumped his shaft and sucked as he ejaculated between her pretty lips. He arched his back slightly off the bed, tried to bury himself in her out of instinct. She swallowed while he came, her eyes grew wide, she was worried and he didn't want her to choke so he restrained from pulling her mouth down on him. When he finished she wiped her mouth and smiled. "You taste good, Stevie." She said it surprised, he didn't want to consider the fact that his little sister had tasted the semen of other men. "I do? How about you?" She giggled as he lifted her up and pushed her over his torso until she was straddling his face. His long tongue dug into her pussy, she immediately came alive, her juices began flowing again as he investigated her with his tongue. Georgia held her brother's head with her thighs and hands as he ate her out. She came shortly after, squeezed his head between her thighs. She came again and again in a series of more intense cums over the next few minutes. She had to get off of him, it was too much for her body to handle. "We should get some rest, Stevie." She wrapped both of them up in the blanket, got back in her favorite spot nestled into him, her head on his chest. "I love you, Georgia. I don't regret anything." "I love you, Stevie. I don't regret it, but I feel bad about Chrissy, you know?" He nodded. She wanted to get it out in the open as soon as possible. "George, we have two more days to think it over, figure it all out. Now, go to sleep." He stroked her lower back, her ass, her pussy. He knew they were his to enjoy. "Two more days of this, I hope?" She said it so optimistically, he couldn't help but grin. She knew he would try to be inside her every change he got the next couple days. But she was already thinking past vacation, about going back to their lives and how she would deal with not having him with her. He could easily slip back into his life with Chris and bury his desire for her, make excuses so he'd only see her a couple times a year... Now that he was hers she knew she had to find a way to keep him.