21 comments/ 82949 views/ 26 favorites The Skiing Trip By: RickyKnight It was a typical January evening, it was cold outside and the heating was on full blast. I had just got home from work and was settling in for an evening on the Sofa in front of the TV, microwave meal in hand. The only slight difference was I was excited about my pending ski strip to France. My friend Ben and I had booked a week's skiing in Serre Chevalier. We left on Friday, 4 days time. I was interrupted from the TV by the phone ringing. It was my sister Jo. She was spending the week in Manchester with her boyfriend visiting his parents. Jo and Andy lived in the same house as me that we rented off our aunt, an arrangement that was still in its infancy after just 2 months. She blurted down the phone. "Can you pick me up from the Station? Me and Andy have had an argument and I've come home early on the train. I can get a taxi but wondered if you were free." "Yes of course." I replied. "How long till your train gets in? are you OK?" "It arrives in 20 minutes I think. I'm fine but I'm tired. Just want a hot chocolate and bed." "No problem." I reassured her. "I'll be outside the station when you arrive." She signed "Thanks Paul, see you in 20 minutes." My sister Jo had not long turned 18, four years my junior. She lived with me and my mate Andy and hadn't found a job since finishing 6th form college. She relied on Andy for money and material things. I had often thought that she was in the relationship for a meal ticket and an easy ride. Maybe that was a harsh assessment but if they ever split up she would have to have a serious think about life in the real world where you have to work for a living. I quickly finished my soggy sheppard's pie and left for the station with some time to spare. 5 minutes later I pulled into the station car park and parked up in a spot where I could see the entrance and watch out for Jo's arrival. As I waited, somewhat impatiently, I was relieved when my phone rang. A phone call was always a good way of passing time, even more so when the caller ID revealed it was Ben calling. He probably wanted to check some details before our flights to France on Friday. "Hi Benny boy!" I answered in my conventional manner, not giving him a chance to speak. I continued. "Looking forward to Friday!?" Something was wrong. There was a pause on the line "Er mate. I dunno how to say this but I'm not going to be able to go." "OK?" I said not bothering to hide my disappointment. "This better be good mate, we're meant to be flying out in 3 days." "My dad died this morning." was the response. I was shocked. I'd seen Ben's dad just the other day. He was a local cabbie and I often saw him around the town. I paused, hoping I could say something that didn't sound stupid and unsympathetic. "Oh shit mate I'm sorry." was all I could come up with. Ben went on "I obviously don't want to talk about it but felt I owed you the call given the holiday situation." "Of course, you do know we haven't taken out insurance yet though mate? There is no chance of a refund. Although I'm sure money is the last thing you're thinking about at the moment." "Yeah I know this." Ben sounded a little more composed. "Can you do your best to get someone else to come? Even if you have to offer it for free. I don't want you to miss out, but if you can get something towards it I would appreciate it." "Sure." I started scanning my brain for possible replacements. Thinking hard: Simon -- No, he hated skiing and we had already asked him if we wanted him to join us. James -- His missus would never let him go on holiday without her Gary -- Not a chance, the guy would jump at the chance of a free holiday but nice as he was he was also as tight as a duck's arse and would expect me to pay for every meal, drink the lot. "Listen mate. Go be with your family, and I'll sort this mess out. I'll do what I can about getting a replacement, push comes to shove I'll go on my own." "Cheers mate." he sounded distant again as he hung up the phone. "Shit, shit, shit." I said out loud staring blankly at my phone. I couldn't believe this had happened now. I know it was selfish but I was more worried about this holiday crashing down around my ears than I was about Ben's dad. I had been looking forward to this for ages. Now what was I going to do? Suddenly the passenger door swung open and Jo plonked herself down in the front seat. Jo stood around 5'7" and was slim but not too skinny at all. Up to this point I had never spent much thought on my sister's appearance but she did always looked well kept. She had a pretty face, and usually wore discreet makeup and mousy brown hair that fell down just below her shoulders. This was usually kept in a high pony tail like today. You could say we had been blessed with good genes. Not the best but we were luckier than most. It was sometimes difficult to miss her cute arse and very nice tits, I've always paid attention to tits, sister or no sister they were nice, probably a 36B or C, not too big, not to small. I had never seen them in the flesh obviously but with the right top on they looked great. Not today though. Today she was wrapped up with more layers than an Inuit. "Hi ya." Her mock cheeriness failing to hide her obvious mood. Distracted by Bens phone call I had completely forgotten to pay attention the station exit. I almost laughed "Hello - You sound like I feel." "Why? What's up with you?" It was difficult to judge if she was genuinely interested or just making conversation. "Holiday just gone tits up." I said pulling away from my parking spot. "Really? What happened!?" As we drove home I explained the situation with Ben's dad but she was clearly more preoccupied with her recent spat with Andy. She also gave me the impression that her and Andy had had more than a lover's tiff and it was quite a serious situation. His mother had set him up with a job in Liverpool which he had taken with little discussion with Jo. He was serious about moving to Liverpool to be nearer his family but she didn't want to leave her family and friends down here in the south, certainly not at such short notice too. She was definitely wounded from this incident, as they had what appeared to be quite a strong relationship. Being a tough cookie she would never show her hurt openly though but it was obvious. We got home and Jo made us both a Hot Chocolate. She then received a call from Andy in the lounge so I discreetly went up to my bedroom and started making phone calls to persuade any friends or acquaintance I knew to take a cheap holiday. I have to admit they were half hearted calls. No-one I knew would be in a position to get time off work and up sticks on a holiday at such short notice. I therefore put in little effort. I finished my last call and listened for Jo's voice downstairs. All I could hear was the TV in the lounge so assumed her phone call was over. I returned downstairs and plonked myself on my usual spot in the solitary arm chair. Jo was half lying on the sofa that she and Andy would normally occupy together in the evening. "Go well with Andy?" My question was met with a silent shake of the head, eyes fixed firmly on the TV. "You don't fancy a skiing trip do you?" I asked nonchalantly. Not even giving any thought or hope to an answer. In essence I said it more as a way of expressing my frustration at not finding a replacement for Ben than anything else. The obviously reply came back "Got no money." "It's free!" I laughed. Neither of us was actually fully engaged with the conversation. Not even exchanging eye contact. It was the sort of conversation you would have with your parents in front of family viewing TV after a day at school. "A free holiday!?" she sat up from her lying down position, suddenly taking an interest. "How come it's free?" "Well." I explained "Ben isn't expecting any money back from what he has paid out already, he's hoping for something but realistically knows that he won't. That includes flights, hotel and a ski pass for the resort. It's about five or six hundred pounds worth." I glanced over, judging by her reaction I certainly had her attention. I thought about it for a moment. I couldn't go on holiday with my little sister could I? That would be a nightmare. Sharing rooms, teaching her how to ski, skiing slowly so she could keep up, not being able to go out and pull women (not that I had pulled anyone for over eighteen months but that wasn't the point) I tried putting her off instead before she started getting her hopes up. "You would have to pay for your gear hire out there though, that's over one hundred pounds for skis and boots etc, spending money for food and drink too. You'd need at least three hundred pounds and we both know how broke you are Jo." I commented mockingly. She hypothetically questioned me "So I'd get an eight hundred pound holiday for three hundred pounds?" "Yeah - In theory." I replied. "Problem is I just can't find anyone with a spare three hundred pounds and a week to spare." I sighed, returning to the reality of my situation. "I'm sure I could find the money if your offer is a serious one." Jo remarked enquiring as to how genuine my throw away offer was. I thought long and hard. I really didn't want to go on my own, I also didn't want to cancel. If she could get herself the funds I guess it wouldn't be so bad. Better than a cancelled or lonely holiday at any rate. "OK", it's yours if you want it but where are you going to get the money from?" "Mum and Dad?" was the anticipated response. Clearly enquiring as to what my thoughts were on that scenario occurring. "Not a chance" I scoffed. "No way are they going to lend you money for a holiday when you don't have a job or any way of paying it back." Our parents never gave us anything. They would lend us money but only if the chance of getting it back was good. They weren't tight but had always tried to teach us the value of money. Lending Jo the money to blow on a ski jolly in France didn't fall into that category. "What about Andy? He pays for everything else." My jesting was not taken well "I don't think so." was the reply, accompanied with a look that suggested this is a topic I clearly shouldn't bring up now of all times. "What about you? You could lend it to me and I'll pay you when we get back." "Ha - Well that would leave me out of pocket and you with a free holiday!" She looked pleased "So you have the spare cash then!?" I felt a little caught out. I'm normally not outsmarted especially when it came to money but fair play to her for figuring out the cash was there as a possibility. In fairness I wouldn't need as much cash now as I had anticipated. I couldn't see us going out every night and getting pissed. I imagined we would be staying in the hotel room watching shit French cable while Jo moaned about the aches she had picked up in the mountains. The evening highlight would most likely be the evening meal that came free with the hotel booking. Assuming it was worth eating that is. In essence I could probably afford to sub her I pointed my finger at her whilst leaning on the arm of the sofa and tried to sound serious. "If I lend you this you need to pay me back within 2 months. I can't afford any longer than that." She almost leapt from the sofa "Oh my God we're going Skiing!!!" She started pulling out her phone to start texting her of friends. "Don't go telling everyone we're going on holiday together. They'll think we're weird. Especially Tessa." Tessa was Jo's hot mate who I had been eyeing up for years. "She'll think your cute taking your little sister on holiday in her hour of need." "I'm off to bed -- see you tomorrow" I got up and left for my room "Goodnight -- Thaaaaaaank you." ................ The next few days passed with much excitement in the house. It was clear we had made the right choice. She needed a distraction from the fall out with Andy. Our absence would also give Andy an opportunity to come back to the house and collect his stuff if he needed to. It sadly appeared their relationship was over although neither of them had yet come out and said it to each other, let alone anyone else. Friday afternoon arrived with the customary holiday excitement and anticipation, followed by a taxi and train ride with heavy bags before reaching the 'local' airport 2 and a half hours later. It was 5:30pm by the time we arrived for our 7:30 flight. We were both clearly knackered. We checked in, had a burger king, and waited for our flight while we exchanged our thoughts on what would happen during the week. This was mainly me ribbing Jo about how her natural lack of balance would lead to her having all manner of bruises and pulled muscles by the end of the week from mountain tumbles. We boarded the flight in the usual manner of pushing and shoving with the other cheapskates too tight to pay for priority boarding. We took our seats half way up the plane. It was only a 2 hour flight to France so this tragic custom that is budget airline travel wouldn't have to be endured for too long. Jo sat herself down in a window seat. It looked, fortunately, like we had a row of three seats to ourselves. I started to load the flight bags in the overhead compartments and glanced down unwittingly to get an eyeful of Jo's cleavage. She was wearing a tight sleeveless top that I hadn't noticed earlier due the hoody she had been wearing. She had obviously taken this off in anticipation of a hot flight, inadvertently giving anyone standing above her a cracking view of her breasts and glimpses of the white cotton bra holding them in place. "Nice." I thought to myself. Looking away quickly and scolding myself for looking where I shouldn't be looking. I sat down next to Jo. "Why you seating there when we have three seats to ourselves?" "Because" I explained "I'm only gonna have to move when some fat chuffer pitches up and decides he wants to......" My voice trailed off. Right on queue some overloaded, corporate sweaty plonked his fat arse right down next to me. He smiled and nodded at me courteously. Oblivious to the fact he had just shunted me up several inches to my left pushing me into my sister. I turned to Jo eyebrows raised, partly in disbelieve, partly in an 'I told you so' manner. She started laughing. The kind of silent laugh you try to control with snorts and wheezes so as to alert the object of your laughter to their attention, or anyone else for that matter. The sort of laughter that is also very contagious. We chuckled together for what seemed like several minutes. It was a good start. I'd not had a laughed and giggled with my little sister like this for years. Maybe this holiday wouldn't be so bad. 45 minutes after take-off I turned to Jo to give the usual half way announcement that girls often seem to need on long journeys, but she was asleep, slouched in her seat with her head tilted towards the window. My extra 5 inches of height offered me another unobstructed view down her top. "God their nice" I thought to myself. This time without the chance of being caught looking I spent a little longer admiring the view. Absorbing little details you don't normally notice with stolen glances. Her breasts sat like soft ripe melons in her bra. Slightly raised by her folded arms pushing them up, accentuating their shape. Her skin was pale and smooth without blemishes. "Yes Paul --You sister really has nice tits." I crowed to myself. I'd never encountered tits like this before. All my ex-girlfriend's all had small boobs. Not that I minded, it was just the way things were. I wondered what it would be like to squeeze and suck on them, they looked so yummy. Not my sisters' ones necessarily, just boobs like my sister's. I felt my cock swell in my jeans, luckily hidden from view by the flip down table from the drinks we had had shortly after take-off. I shot a guilty look round the cabin to see if anyone was watching me perving at my sister's tits (not that anyone would know we were brother and sister). No one was paying us any attention. I went to my pocket to get my mobile phone out. In my arousal I wanted a keep sake photo of this moment realising I might never get a view like this again. I realised my phone was off, as was usual on a flight. I suddenly felt a rush of guilt at what I had considered and I shifted uncomfortable in my seat. "What were you thinking?" a voice in my head said whilst another reminded me. "Nice to look at though." I peeked a last glance down her top then mischievously elbowed her gently in the forearm. "Wake up lazy, there's only half an hour to go and we'll be descending soon. Get yourself ready to get off this shit hole plane." She woke and looked at me with a red sleepy face, not acknowledging me verbally but sat up and strapped herself back in, stretching off her sleepiness. The plane soon landed and gathering bags and getting our transfer to the hotel went surprisingly quickly. Before we knew it we were dragging our bags into the hotel lobby. The hotel looked much nicer than I expected. It was like a large Swiss Alpine cabin with lots of wooden fittings and rugs. It had a warm cosy snug feel to it, with low level lighting, which, given the temperature outside was very welcome. "Welcome to France." I thought to myself as we sauntered over to the reception desk. The less than cheery receptionist greeted us and signed us in, handing us our key cards and pre-booked resort passes. We were on the second floor in a twin room. As the door to the room opened we were greeted with a lovely sight. The wooded and red décor complemented each other well. The room also had a small dresser with a large mirror with two twin beds. There was about a metre between the beds and another meter around the outside of them. There was a little more space near the window where a small chair sat in the corner under a small plasma TV suspended on the wall. Jo threw herself on the bed nearest the window in such a way that every tourist has done so since the dawn of time "This is nice." It was nice. The window framed a perfect view of one of the mountain in our range. Despite being a night sky its black silhouette was clear against the navy sky. The rest of the resort sprawled out below us under the mountains. The room was small and cosy but very clean. It smelled of flowers from the air freshener on the dresser. I wandered into the en suite shower room which echoed the room's small but immaculate theme. "We've done alright here I think." I remarked, conscious that we were yet to taste the food that accompanied the reservation. "What's the plan tomorrow then?" Jo's obvious excitement was difficult to hide. She was perched on the edge of the bed bouncing up and down trying to figure out the remote to the TV. "Well." I snatched the remote out her hand and flicked on the TV, tossing it back in her direction. "We'll get breakfast at eight." "Eight?" she interrupted. "I thought we were supposed to be on holiday." I laughed "We're not here to catch up on sleep and laze around the pool, this is an week of extreme sports." I continued with my spontaneous briefing. I suggested a lesson for Jo for the first half of tomorrow so she could learn the basics with a qualified instructor as she had never skied before. I'd get some hard core skiing done in the morning and meet her for some lunch and a few hours on some green (easy) slopes if she wanted after that. It was 11:30pm. I threw my bag on the bed and started pulling out my wash bag and night clothes "OK, I'm gonna grab a shower and crash, we can watch some TV in bed for a bit if you want" "What's this?" Jo barked, ignoring me. She had spotted what looked like a large, black over-sized briefcase under the window. I squinted in order to focus on it. "Jesus! That's an old massage couch I think." I marvelled at my own decipherable ability. "It opens out into a massage couch, for people like you that can't hack a day on the slopes!" I teased, "I guarantee you'll be begging me to rub your shoulders come tomorrow evening." I shut the bathroom door as I finished my sentence. The Skiing Trip "I don't think so." was the reply shouted back through the door. I emerged 10 minutes later to find Jo sat on the end of my bed near the bathroom door, wrapped in a towel ready for her shower. "At last." She pushed past me into the bathroom, her thigh brushing against my cock due to the lack of space in the room. It felt a pulse in my loins at the contact and the thought that only the towels separated our naked flesh. I guess I just missed the contact of a women having been such a long time since last getting my end away. I felt a familiar sense of shame creep over me as I lobbed my towel on the floor between the beds and pulled on my boxers. I jumped into bed pulling the covers right up and tried to watch the TV. It was the Simpsons, in French, I fell asleep almost immediately. ................ "Wake up you lazy shit, it's 8:30." I had over slept, completely forgetting to set the alarm clock. "It's ok, we're on holiday!" I smirked hypercritically, as I jumped out of bed and started pulling on my clothes, showing little shame in dressing in front of another family member. Jo was already dressed so we headed down to breakfast. A pretty nice affair, a cooked or continental buffet, all you could eat. Dangerous given the day's pending activities. We ate up and headed into the town to pick up the hire gear. We were lucky that the ski lifts and slopes started and ended behind the hotel, except for this one trip to pick up the hire gear we could literally walk out the hotel and start skiing. Luckily the hire company also took the booking for lessons, so we booked Jo in. A quick dart back to the hotel to get to our gear, and we were away. I started off the day with some easier runs to help me find my feet again, having not skied for a couple of years. I also enjoyed experimenting with my new HD camera I got from Christmas, designed especially for extreme sporting. The morning went by in a flash, as it always does when you're enjoying yourself. Jo and I met up for lunch at the top of the main ski lift where I was informed she now had a fully working 'snow plough' after her earlier lesson. She felt she was ready to hit the main slopes with me in the afternoon for one last hour or 2. So we set off tentatively. The skiing was slow but enjoyable; mostly me laughing at Jo's wobbly snow plough as she aimlessly meandered her way down the green runs, falling occasionally but nothing serious. At about 2:30 we agreed it would be a good time to do one last run and then head back to the hotel. No point in tiring ourselves out on the first day. As we neared the last slope back to our hotel we got to a point on the green run that was clearly not easy. It was very steep and modally. It looked a very busy junction for other slopes. I could tell Jo was a little unnerved by it but I told her to take it easy and to keep turning to keep her speed down. I would be just behind her. She started down the slope and quickly picked up speed apply her snow plough seemed to make little difference. "Try turning." I yelled from behind, then *BAM* out of nowhere a snowboarder slammed into Jo' right hand side and sent her flying. The slope wasn't so steep that she would slide all the way to the bottom but she was clearly levelled and hurt. I skied over to her and she was practically in tears. I looked and the snow boarder. "Jes suis desolee." He said apologising, before heading on his way, clearly not that sorry! I got Jo back on her skis and we went tentatively down the remainder of the slope to the hotel and back up to our room. "Fuck that hurts." Jo stated matter of factly, tugging on her right shoulder with her left hand. "It goes all the way down my back to." She said as she sat on her bed and pulled off her salopettes, revealing a pair of shorts and her shapely legs. "Why not have a bath and see if that helps." I replied, slightly sympathetically. "I told you this wasn't a holiday for catching up on sleep and lounging by the pool." I didn't want to be mean but I also didn't want to have a moaning girl all night. She looked a bit down. "Have a bath, then have a nap, If it still hurts after that I'll give you a shoulder massage on that couch thing." I said trying to pick her mood up. "It's my back too." she said with a cheeky smile. "Your back too then, if we have time before dinner. I'll grab a quick shower before you bath if that's ok?" I grabbed my towel and headed into the bathroom. Whilst showering I relived the days skiing, but my mind wandered back to yesterday's plane trip and Jo's lovely tits and her legs I had just seen. I wondered if I would get a chance to see them like that again before the holiday was over. I started to get hard and horny the more I thought about them and started beating off in the shower, I felt a strange sense of shame again but the shamefulness and depravity of it all just turned me on more, making me even more hard and horny. I had often though that I was blessed with a nice cock, 8 and a half to 9 inches long and quite thick. Very thick at the base of it, in fact when I was really hard I could only just wrap my hand around it. I finished beating off and came hard, rinsed myself off and got out the shower. Jo went in after me and I lay down for a quick nap for an hour. ................ It was 6:00pm when my alarm went off. Dinner was at 7:30pm so we had a while before we needed to get ready. I glanced over at Jo who was awake but dressed in just the hotel bath robe. "How are your aches and pains?" I gestured at the massage couch by the window. "You still need that rub down?" "That would be great." Was the reply. I opened up the couch which came with some essential oils and blankets. I set it all up by the window and shut the curtains. "I'm just gonna take a quick piss." I said to Jo suddenly, a surge of sexual excitement came over me when I realised I was just about to ask my sister to get her kit off for me. "If you could just get under that sheet and fold it down over your back." "I don't need to be naked do I?" She said nervously. "Only the bits that need attention." was my reply. "Oh ok, I'll put some jeans on then." "Gutted." I thought to myself as I disappeared into the bathroom. It was the first chance I had had to see a naked girl in about a year and a half. Yes she was my sister, but she still had tits and an arse. When I emerged from the bathroom however my disappointment left me. Jo was lying face down on the couch with her hair down, her crossed arms making a resting cushion for her forehead. She had opted to put some jeans on rather than lying near naked under the blanket provided, but she was practically topless except her bra and her hair was sprawled out across her back. I sensitively gathered her hair up and laid it to one side of her neck, exposing her neckline. As I brushed her skin I realised this was going to be quite an intimate experience for both of us, sexual or otherwise I would soon have my hands all over her naked flesh. "Let's get this stared." I exclaimed rolling up the sleeves of my robe and popping the lid off one the oil bottles. I poured some of the oil directly onto Jo's right shoulder then massaged some into my hands. I then started to massage her shoulder gently but firmly in a circular motion. "mmmmm." she grouned, "You're right on it there." I massaged more firmly in order to break down any muscular injury twisting my body to get a better angle, I then moved my attention to the middle of her back below her neck and above her bra strap and then onto her left shoulder. After about ten minutes of rotating around these areas I asked her if she wanted me to do her back. "Yes please." she said "We're gonna have to lose this then." I said flicking her bra strap in eager anticipation. Without hesitation she reached back with her right hand and twanged it open letting the straps fall either side of her. "Ow! That hurt." she squirmed, realising her mistake and the pain it would cause. I laughed "I could have done that, I'm an expert in bra straps." "I'm sure." she replied, realising our flirty exchange was a little out of the ordinary for a brother and sister. Standing on the right hand side of the couched I looked down at Jo's right hand side to see what the unclipping of her bra had revealed. With her arms raised above her head as a makeshift cushion this gave me a great view of her 'side boob'. I couldn't see all of her right breast but I could see more than I should have. I felt a surge in my loins and felt my cock start to swell under my bathrobe. This reminded me I had not changed since my shower and was totally naked under the dressing gown. I moved my attention down her spine and massaged the centre of her back. "You pulled a muscle on this side right?" I said gently prodding the area to the right of her spine. "Yeah that's it." was her muffled response from where her head was cocooned under her folded arms. I moved round the end of the couch to the left hand side so I could massage the right side of her back more easily. As I walked, my cock came free between from opening of my bathrobe. I subtlety tucked it back in strapping it against by stomach with the chord to stop it springing free again. I ogled Jo's left breast as it was just as exposed as her right. I started to massage her back where she had pulled a muscle in her earlier collision. Her moans and groans indicated her approval in my accurate massage techniques as I tried to work out any knots in her back. As I massaged this area I allowed my fingers to slowly manoeuvre the far contour of her back and along her side, kneading my oily fingers into her flesh. I wondered how close I could get to her boob without obviously trying to touch her up. I reached right over and started massaging her side just above her hips. My palms were on the curve of her back and my fingers almost touching her belly. I moved my hands along and up toward her right breast massaging as I went, then magic! I felt my little finger on my left hand reach the softness of her breast first and quickly moved all my fingers along until I had fully massaged all of her exposed breast. I moved on quickly so as she wouldn't suspect I was doing it deliberately, or at least lingering on her breast area. I tried to gauge her reaction, there was no obvious change in her behaviour or any indication I had crossed a line somewhere. I moved my hands down her spine again and over the sore area of her back right back down to the top of her buttocks again. Then I started the same rotation over. Moving my hands round her hips and down to the side of her abdomen, back up again to her right breast each time dwelling slightly on that area but not long enough to arouse suspicion. In reality I was only really touching an inch or two of the side of her boob but it was still enjoyable. I was getting nowhere near her nipple or anything but it was enough to make me really, really hard. 30 minutes ago I was whacking off in the shower about my sisters tits, now I was practically....literally touching them! This circular rotation I had concocted continued for another ten minutes or so. I explored her body with my eyes as well as my hands looking at her tight arse and legs under her tight fitting jeans. "Shall I do your other side too?" I enquired "If you don't mind." Was the perfect response. "Excellent." I thought to myself. I get to touch her other boob too. Not that I was expecting it to be any different, but for some reason touching the other one was just as an attractive option as touching the first. I walked round the front of the couch to the other side. As I passed her head my cock sprang free again as the robe chord loosened. My robe opened a little too. I quickly moved round to Jo's right hand side. Almost not believing that my exposed erection had been within inches of her gaze. One glance up and she would have had an eyeful of her brother's cock. I flushed red at the thought of it and felt a wave of sexual excitement wash my body. I started to massage her left side as I had her right, using more oil to get my hands to move more effortlessly over her skin. My fingers kneaded the side of her left breast as I had her right, continuing to enjoy this 'erotic' experience. I glanced up at the clock. It was 6:30 and an hour or so till dinner. "Loads of time still." I thought to myself. I then had an idea; "We still have an hour or so till dinner Jo, If you want I can give you a full body massage." "What's that involve? I don't want you staring at my arse for half an hour." she laughed. "Good cos I don't want to see your arse." I lied. I might as well do your arms, legs and feet if you want. You'll have to take your jeans off but you can cover your arse with your towel." I suggested, grabbing her towel from the end of her bed just behind me. I reassured her "Don't worry I won't look." as I visibly turned my back on her to allow the transition. The shuffling noise from behind hinted at the acceptance of my offer. "Now I get to touch up her legs too." Was my first thought. Turning around was a pleasant site. Bra and jeans discarded on the floor and my naked sister lying in front of me with just a towel covering her modesty. I went to the far end of the bed and started on her feet. I'm not a big fan of feet but if I just went straight for the good bits she would know her brother was touching her up and all this would be over. I worked my oily fingers between her toes and over the soles, working both feet in turn, which were hanging over the end of the couch. "Never had my feet massaged before." She explained "Feels surprisingly nice, you can do this more often." She laughed. "Don't get used to it." I said, trying to sound blunt and uninterested. "If there wasn't a TV to watch I would have got bored long before now." I turned the volume up on the TV which had a Destiny's Child music video playing. My attempt to convince Jo that my thoughts were more on the TV than her body would hopefully relax her more and allow me to continue without being under suspicion of being a pervert. Again my robe fell loose and my cock was exposed. I decided to leave my robe hanging open this time. The risk of her seeing my erection made things more exciting for me even though I would be more embarrassed than I could ever explain if she actually did see me naked. However her face was still face down, cocooned in her arms, and I was down at the foot of the bed working her feet, there was little chance of her seeing me. My gaze wandered up her shapely legs and into the dark crevice made by the towel covering her arse and the back of her thighs. She was careful to keep her legs together to stop me seeing her arse. I couldn't even see the colour of her underwear. My mind started wandering as to what she had on under the towel, what her pussy looked like and even details like what it smelt like and whether she shaved her pubic hair. I moved my hand onto her right calf, bending her leg at a right angle so her foot was pointing up towards the ceiling, up and down her calves I went with my fingers while my palms massaged the sides of her leg. I allowed the tip of my exposed cock to brush the area just above her knee, which was just in reach of my dick. Jo would never be able to tell the difference between my dick and hands so with one hand I pulled her leg down so it was parallel with the floor again and with the other took my cock and rubbed it firmly along the side of her leg. "I can't believe I'm doing this." was the thought that was running through my head, It had to be the most perverted thing I had ever done but it felt great rubbing my cock all over my sister's leg. Sense got the better of me and I tied my robe back up and started to massage her left leg in in the same manner as the right. As I continued the massage I noticed that as I had switched from one leg to the other this had caused a slight parting of Jo's legs, if I crouched slightly I could actually see the contours of her arse cheeks and the white cotton lining of her underwear. I moved my hands above her knee and stared working my thumbs along her hamstring while my fingers reached round to her quadriceps. I was deliberately moving her legs apart to give myself a better view up the towel, I was sure I could even make out the outline of her pussy. I moved back to her right leg as part of the course and continued levering her legs apart, I couldn't believe she wasn't stopping me. Either she had no idea she was giving a full blown view of her arse and cunt, or, she had every idea, but was just allowing me to see. There was something strangely erotic about the two of us getting off on this massage but without letting the other know they were getting off. Me pretending to be more interested in the TV occasionally commenting on the videos and Jo wrapped up in the massage, head hidden in her arms. It was all getting overwhelmingly sexual and I felt like I needed to cum. I couldn't stop though and I massaged higher and higher up her right thigh not even thinking about what was acceptable. My hands were almost at her arse, would she let me tough her arse? Could I even rub a finger against her pussy and get away with it? These questions were all answered abruptly; "You getting a little high there Paul." Jo lifted her head up from its resting position. "Oh err sorry." I said slightly embarrassed, releasing my hold on her leg. "I wasn't concentrating; shall I do your arms?" "Sure." She said resting her arms out either side of the couch and resting her head on one side. I wasn't sure if she believed my excuse, but hopefully my willingness to move onto the less exiting area of her arms should convince her that I wasn't just about to molest her! I massaged her arms gently trying to lift them up to give me a better view of her tits, but after the earlier incident thought better of taking any risks. Instead I just stole the odd glance when the angles were right. It was now 7:10. Twenty minutes till dinner. "OK I'm going to get changed now." I said "you better have another shower and wash all the oil off or it will stain your clothes." "Ohhh." she sighed. I was pleased at her disappointment that the massage had ended. It meant she had enjoyed it despite my eagerness around her upper thighs. She may even let me give her another one before the holiday was over too. "That was amazing, thanks so much. You must have been doing that for about an hour, it was so relaxing. My shoulder and back feel better already." "Just over an hour." I chirped. "Good job I had the TV to keep me occupied." "Yeah, that and my backside." she said as she disappeared into the en suite. "Shit." I thought. She knew I had enjoyed all that, or was she just teasing me? I decided not to acknowledge her. "Just hurry up." I shouted through the closed door. I don't want to miss this dinner as we've paid for it already. ................ Dinner was an interesting affair. A buffet salad bar and some sort of French take on spagg bol. Jo looked nice, she had put on a low cut top and put some make up on. She was naturally pretty anyway and the makeup made her look very nice. I almost liked the fact that some guests naturally thought we were a couple. A long time out of any sort of relationship would do this to anyone I guess. I was still incredibly horny after the massage and had not had any opportunity to relieve myself. I tried to distract myself by turning conversation to the day's skiing and sinking a large amount of red wine with the meal. Before we knew it we were on our 4th bottle and were getting silly and giggly like siblings do. Conversation was roaming around all sorts of topics. By desert Jo had decided to vent about her situation with Andy. How selfish he was etc etc. She ended up bursting out with; The Skiing Trip "...and he never goes down on me, yet always expects a blowjob." I paused mid sip and stared at her. "Sorry, can't believe I just said that out load." she said with half a laugh, that's probably the last thing you want to hear. "Errr that's ok." I said nervously. "I guess some guys are just selfish like that. Anyway, fancy sneaking this bottle of wine back to the room and watching some more shit TV?" "Why not?" said Jo getting up from the table. We wandered, slightly drunkenly, out the dining room to get the lift. After an age it still hadn't come. "Let's just get the stairs?" said Jo, "Its only two flights." I followed her across the hall and up the main stair case in the lobby. Following her up the stairs I got to watch her arse all the way up. In my slight intoxication I wasn't even ashamed of it. My mind returned to the massage as did my erection. By the time we had got down the corridor to our room and Jo opened the door I was so horny I said the most shocking thing I could have ever said; "Any chance of a blow job?".... time seemed to stand still. I couldn't believe I had just said that. I could not believe I had just asked my sister to suck my dick. Her face looked, as you would expect, both appalled and shocked. "I'll pay you if you want." I stammered trying to make the situation better but failing in just about every way. "I'm not a fucking prostitute!" she exclaimed as she firmly placed the half-drunk bottle of wine on the bedside table. She grabbed her bed clothes from under her pillow and marched into the bathroom. "Sorry Jo." I shouted through the closed door. "I'm just drunk and stupid; please just forget I said anything." There was no response. I sat on the bed and flicked on the TV. I didn't even register what came on the screen. My mind was in overdrive trying to work out how to recover from this woeful position I had just put us both in. Not just now but I could have wrecked my relationship with my sister for ever, let alone the holiday we had barely started. The bathroom door opened and Jo emerged in a black cotton night dress. Crossing the room she knelt down on the floor at the end of her bed and started rummaging through her suitcase. "Please just forget I said anything." I said apologetically "I am so drunk I can't believe I just said that." "Consider it forgotten." Jo replied with a laugh, she must have seen the relief on my face, realising I hadn't just destroyed my whole life with a few sentences "You are a total dick though." Jo continued to laugh. "Just out of interest, what would you have paid?" she said teasing me with knowing look. I couldn't believe she was asking me this. I had just hoped this whole situation would go away but it was clear Jo wanted to mock and embarrass me over it for a little longer. I guess I deserved it, so I humoured her. "I duuno...fifty quid?" I stammered, half asking and hoping I wasn't inadvertently insulting her. "Fifty quid?" she replied in disbelief, "I may have thought about it for a second or two if you were offering at least two hundred. Fifty quid? That's a joke right?" For some reason it seemed this whole situation had some hope to it, was she seriously haggling with me over the rate of a blowjob? Was this hypothetical, or for real? I wasn't sure. "A hundred quid?" I barked back curtly. Yes, it appeared we were actually bartering. "I said I may consider it for two hundred." was Jo's reply, not looking up from her suitcase. "Ok." I said, sitting up in my bed suddenly taking the whole very situation seriously and decided to make a serious offer. "How about I give you a hundred and fifty quid and I give you a full body massage every day for the rest of the week. A massage like that is worth fifty quid in any professional parlour. That's an offer technically worth three hundred and fifty pounds." I almost sounded proud of myself. Jo smirked at my offer but didn't respond. Could she actually be considering it? Had I managed to turn an absolutely desperate situation into a potential blow job from my sister? "You got the cash on you?" was the response. "Err no, but I could take it off the three hundred quid you owe me already." This clearly disappointed her. I don't think debt really was a serious issue for her. Cash in hand was always preferable to a debt reduction to her. Desperate not to see this opportunity slip away I blurted out; "I can give you the cash when we get back if you want, and you can just owe me what you did before?" She paused, clearly carefully considering her response. "So you just want a blow job right? Nothing else" I nodded. "OK, I'll do it." she said getting off her knees grabbing the wine and knocking back a serious gulp. My heart skipped a beat and then started pounding in my chest. This was actually happening. My sister was actually going to suck my dick. I'm not sure I really believed it, but it was happening. "You want to do it here?" she said, pointing at my bed. "Yeah, ok." I responded pulling of my shoes and socks and unbuckling my belt. "This is so pervy, I cannot believe we're about to do this." Jo said as she crawled onto the bed and knelt between my open legs. I didn't respond but just lay back in a half seated, half lying position on the bed. "You gonna take these off? Jo enquired tugging on the bottom of my jeans. "For a hundred and fifty quid I thought you could." I joked. That's when it all went quiet and took on an air of seriousness; Jo started to put her hair up into a messy bob to keep it out of the way, she used a band she had on one of her wrists. Stray hairs darted out in all directions. She leant forward and undid my jeans tugging them down from the waste and pulling them off each leg one at a time. My cock was hard under my boxers and the outline of them was clear to see, especially under the light. The main room light was off but both bedside reading lights were on and the light from the TV meant there was enough light to see everything that was going on. I noticed I could see down Jo's top too. Her breasts dangled freely in her night dress with no bra to support them. I could just about see all of her tits but was distracted by Jo's fingers hooking round the waste line of my boxers and sliding them down my thighs. I lifted my bum slightly to allow them to slide off easily, as they came down the head of my dick caught in the waist line of my boxers and sprang back against my stomach making a slight slapping sound. And there it was, my dick on full display to my sister. She moved in, tucking some fringe hair that fell in front of her face behind her ear. She placed her left hand on my right inner thigh and in the other taking a hold of the base of my dick. The touch of her hand on my skin made my dick throb and a wave of sexual euphoria passed over my body making me gasp out load. Jo levered my dick up so it was pointing upwards and stared at it for a second before lowering her head and placing the tip in her mouth. She sucked very gently on the head of it not taking in much at all, almost as if she was taking a taste test. She moved her head away and stared at my dick for another second or two. If it was a taste test I must have been approved. Her next move was to slide down onto my dick again plunging it as far into her mouth as was physically possible. "Oh wow." I said, again out load, almost an involuntarily. Her mouth was really warm and felt amazing, she started to bob her head slowly up and down several times, I watched her wine stained lips caress the contours of my cock, up and down with a slow bobbing motion, the occasional slurp sent vibration down my shaft making me want to cum hard, I tried to relax, not wanting this experience to end prematurely. Her lips went up over my helmet till my dick nearly came free, but just before it did back down she went, slowly and firmly till half of my nine throbbing inches were engulfed in her mouth. Her right hand held a constant grip on the base of my cock holding it in position. After a minute or two she moved her right hand up my shaft so it had a looser grip. Tilting her head to one side she gently half kissed, half sucked the tip of my cock, and again a few centimetres below that and again and again slowly working her head down my dick towards my balls. When her lips went below her hand she started to wank me off slowly, none of this had any speed to it which was good for me. She clearly was in no rush to get the job done either. As her mouth reached my balls she tipped my cock back against my stomach exposing my balls and continuing to massage my length slowly with her hand. Her stray hairs from her bob touched my skin, tickling my thighs. I reached out to caress the back of her head and stroke her hair as she slowly sucked my left testicle into her mouth. "She's really earning her money." I thought to myself. I'd never had my balls sucked before. It felt good, really good. It tickled slightly, and I struggled to contain a giggle, she then took the second one on her mouth and sucked on that too for what seemed about half a minute. This really was the best blowjob I had ever had. She then started to caress my balls with her tongue, lapping gently making sure my entire ball sack was covered with a layer of saliva. Then she moved up my dick again, licking, kissing and sucking up my length. I looked down at her tits again, hanging there swaying gently to our motions. I reached down and slipped my hand into her night dress and cupped her left breast squeezing firmly, it felt perfect but as soon as I squeezed I knew I had made a mistake. Jo sat upright with a vacant look on her face. She didn't say anything but there was another definite pause. However, she never released her hold on my dick but for a second I thought I had just violated our agreement and the whole thing was off. Luckily it wasn't, she returned her attention back to my cock. Jo assumed the original position we had started in, gripping the base of my dick with her left hand and started the bobbing motion all over again. Up and down she went slowly increasing the speed clearly working towards a natural climax. She must have been working me for well over five minutes at this point. As she sped up faster and faster her grip tightened on the base of my cock. I could feel my orgasm building in my loins. I wanted this to last longer but I knew that it was impossible. Not having a blow job in so long had seriously restricted my staying power. "Oh my god I'm going to cum." I said under my breath. Jo heard me. I don't know what I expected her to do with this information, maybe finish me off with her hand or something, but instead she sucked on my helmet hard, making a tight seal with her lips and continued beating me off with her hand faster and faster. I felt my hips buck involuntary as the first jet of cum burst from my balls and into her mouth, she didn't even flinch! I bucked again as a second load raced in after the first, again, she didn't flinch. I came hard, really hard. I must have shot six or seven loads into a mouth bucking each time. The intensity of my orgasm made me cum harder than I think I had ever done before. That was a serious load of cum. I heard Jo gulp. She had just swallowed it all whole, I couldn't believe it. I hadn't paid her to do that but it was incredible watch her swallow my seed in one swift quaff. Squeezing her hand firmly up my shaft she sucked the last bit of cum out the tip of my cock. That was probably the single best bit of the whole experience. Looking at me she smiled and reached over for the bottle of wine. She knocked back another large gulp of wine, presumably to help wash down the rather large dose of man milk she had just consumed. She jumped off the bed and disappeared into the bathroom again. "Easiest money I've ever made." She said as she shut the door. "Best hundred and fifty quid I've ever spent!" I countered. When Jo emerged from the bathroom I was under the covers watching the TV, we continued to chat about other things, almost as if the whole blowjob thing had never happened. But it had, and I was going to remember it for a long time too. I had a feeling she wouldn't be forgetting it in a hurry either. An hour later we were both asleep. To be continued...