10 comments/ 80422 views/ 17 favorites Walking in Switzerland By: grumpyg Andy and Mo, his sister, have a very special relationship which was tested when Andy met Alison on a walking holiday in Switzerland. ******* Andy had always been shy, laid back, easy going and a daydreamer, so with both parents away in Corfu washing and packing for his own holiday had been left until the last minute. Maureen, slim, brunette, 20 years old and his elder sister by two years, needed to give him a push. By Saturday evening they both took time out to relax in the privacy of the rear garden. "I'll get us both another cider." "No, sis, 3 cans is enough." But big sister always knew better. Five minutes later she came back out with a can each. "Oh, come on. It's summer. Dad buys it, we drink it. Here." She sat in his lap, pulled the tab on one can and gave it to him, pulled hers and held the can up. "Here's to summer holidays!" Andy returned the toast and took a swig. Ice cold cider ... perfect for a warm mid-July evening. He could already feel the effect of the previous cans. "Cheers sis!" Pint sized Mo, 4'11" tall, 30aa, an almost anorexic 8 stones, fit into her brother's lap perfectly. Into his lap rather than on his lap, her soft, rounded, perfect derriere made for a snug fit. "You've changed." Even without necking 3 cans of cider, Andy wasn't usually the most observant of guys. "Nope, I'm still the same big sister." "You know exactly what I mean. Was shorts, now skirt." And definitely one of her shorter skirts. Mo smiled. "I guess I was too warm." Not just the skirt, big sis had changed her top. Was lightweight sweat, now thin tee-shirt. No bra, but that was normal for Mo. Small tits maybe, but her ready to eat, pinkish-brown nipples with gorgeous deeper brown areolae sure decorated them well She snuggled down into Andy's lap, wriggling a little more than was needed. He immediately felt a totally natural reaction starting to happen. Natural ... except this was his sister. As much as he knew it was wrong, Andy was a healthy male, with a very healthy male response. He also knew it was pointless resisting. "You travel to Switzerland on Monday. I'll miss you." With that she took the can from Andy's hand, put it on the table, moved his hand under her tee-shirt. Primal instinct took over. Slowly, gently Andy moved his hand upwards, tracing against his sister's small breast, across a nipple which was standing proud in anticipation. As it flicked against her brother's thumb it sent a pleasure wave to her sexual nerve centre ... 'nipple one calling base ...' Andy was aware of her slight shiver, nipple one called base time and time again; base replied with a rapidly increasing signal after each slight motion of his thumb. Mo stood, turned around and settled herself astraddle and facing her brother, a leg each side of the sun lounger. Only strips of fabric now came between her pussy and Andy's fully aroused cock. Mo swivelled around a little to give him better access. Andy pulled the tee-shirt up and over her head. Mo's boobs were even smaller than their mother's. Teased at school, she had wished for more but all the nerves and all the sensations in her tiny breasts were working perfectly. She had taught Andy and taught him well. He knew where every pleasure nerve was located, when to tickle, when to tweak and pull. She could feel the moisture seeping, no oozing through her panties, rapidly damping Andy's shorts. Five, ten, fifteen minutes passed by. Fifteen minutes of lightly stroking, teasing, hardly touching his sister's skin. Andy was expertly exploring every part of her back, her sides, her tummy, her breasts and nipples. Just the lightest of touches meant that the seeping, oozing was now a flood, not helped at all by Andy's lips and tongue exploring her small but perfectly formed breasts. There was a widening damp patch on Andy's blue shorts. Without any word at all both knew what was to come. In just a few seconds Mo stood, removed panties, unzipped and set free Andy's solid 7 inches. She lowered herself and expertly guided him into her, aided greatly by her fast flowing juices. Slowly, ever so slowly she raised and lowered herself, giving Andy the benefit of still tight vaginal muscles, then leaned forward and removed his tee. Now face to face she cuddled, letting every muscle relax, letting herself go soft and floppy. She knew Andy loved the feel of her soft breasts against him and lay there for maybe ten minutes. Andy closed his eyes, savouring the shampoo scent still in her hair. Every so often she clamped her vaginal muscles and eased slightly back and forth, giving her brother's cock a ripple of pleasure, making it swell fully again inside her. Eventually she sat upright and began to ride his cock. Andy lay still still while her tightness sucked him, while she moved herself ever so slightly to rub her clit against him. She had all the time in the world to pleasure both of them. Just one word from him told her he was about to cum and she increased the speed, clenched her muscles, sucking him until he could take no more. He erupted inside her, his cum exploding and splattering into her welcoming pleasure cave. A short break, Andy's senses recovering, she moved position again, lay atop and against him and felt a finger of one hand gently probe her anus, the other hand lazily massaging her clit. Andy's fingers hardly moved, he knew just exactly how little had to be done, how to lightly prod at her anal opening, how to circle her clit. A minute, two minutes, five, ten minutes of soft, persistent arousal. Mo could feel her clit radiating pleasure outwards, building tension, finally giving her the shattering, mind blowing orgasm she deserved. Her own female cum streamed down, drenching Andy's shorts. Nothing was ever said to undermine the special feelings she had for him. She knew, he knew the feelings of powerful sexual attraction were deemed by many as morally wrong. She loved his well toned and lightly tanned body. She loved to run her hands over his abs and along his biceps, and adored his average sized but thick adequate cock and the way it felt inside her. She loved seeing him other times, catching him unawares in the shower sneaking a wank. It made her feel horny ... very horny. She would often tell him during their evening chats that it was he who had made her panties so damp. Once in a while, like that evening, this love came through in a totally physical way. ****** "Thanks, sis," said Andy. "See you next week." He leaned back into the car and gave his sister a kiss on the cheek, closed the door with a soft clunk and blew another kiss to her through the car window. It was good of Maureen to get up early and drop Andy off at the train station. The 07.24 to London Kings Cross marked the first leg of a student holiday. Several members of the local student union travelled with him down to London to join others from all over the UK to travel out to Switzerland with StudentstarUk, a British company specialising in young peoples' budget holidays. Andy wasn't really a loner but was shy and uneasy with girls and much preferred a hiking holiday in Switzerland to the promise of sun, sea, sand and sex on the Costa del Sol. By the time they had arrived in Switzerland, travelling by overnight coach to save money, Andy knew several of the group. It wasn't easy to sleep on the coach and for quite some time he'd been chatting to Alison, occupying the seat next to him. Alison was from a rural part of Cumbia and she'd just had her 19th birthday. Her friends, Carol and Simone, were on the two seats directly in front and Andy considered himself very lucky to be sat next to the most beautiful of the three. Packing baggage and rucksack into the coach storage had been slow. Andy's was one of the last to go in so when he boarded the coach there were few seats available. "Excuse me," said Andy to a young lady seated halfway down the coach, "Is this seat taken?" She removed her jacket from the vacant seat. "No, it's ok," and gestured for him to sit down. These were the only words she spoke to Andy for the next 15 minutes, instead talking only to her friends in front. "I'm Andy," he said finally, offering his right hand. "And I'm Alison," she replied, smiling and shaking his hand. Their conversation was uneasy at first. This had always been a problem with Andy, given that he was naturally shy. He'd always been the same at home. Sister Maureen, almost always called Mo, had done most of the talking for him when he was very young. At school, he was always the last putting his hand up even though he almost always knew the answer. Older and at college now he was always the one in the corner letting others talk first and daydreaming, never deciding what was to do next. Andy was, however, considered quite good looking. Never short of a female friend, he nevertheless didn't use his finely chiselled masculine looks to win girls over. He'd had girlfriends but hadn't so far found one who was right for him. "So, where are you from?" Andy asked after the long pause. "Cumbria," she answered, "Near Appleby." "Ah yes, where they have the famous horse fair." He could remember someone telling him. Any conversation was more than welcome to break the ice. The coach made its way down to the Channel Tunnel. Arriving at the French terminal and formalities cleared, they were soon on their way to Switzerland. The coach pulled in for the statutory comfort break 2 hours later and following this the passengers settled down for the long drive south. As the journey and the night wore on however, Andy and Alison found they had much in common - similar hobbies, similar tastes in music and even liked the same sports. By the time they'd arrived at the Youth Hostel in Interlaken they were already firm friends. The coach didn't stop in the town centre, instead it drove another 2 kilometers past the far end of Interlaken and up a few side roads. The hostel looked very much as if it had at one time been a school or college and converted, but it seemed to be in good condition and there were quite a number of young people coming in and out of the entrance. There was a problem. The hostel manager seemed to speak only broken English but fortunately one of the students on the coach spoke quite good German. It seemed there had been some confusion or mistake in the booking - in essence some of the party got their requested 2 or 4 person rooms, but others who had requested a small dormitory share were out of luck. Being July the hostel was full; Andy, Alison and most of the others from the coach group had been allocated places in the two larger sixteen bed mixed dorms. "Are you OK with this, Alison?" asked Andy Alison smiled. "We didn't get much sleep on the coach. I'll sleep anywhere." One or two in the group grumbled, but most were OK. The following morning Andy was awake very early. At first he was a bit disoriented and with his usual 7 inch just-woke-up tent support not having yet received any attention he decided to stay in bed a while longer. All of the others were asleep but despite being so horny, Andy couldn't at that moment venture to bring himself some relief. He was already missing his sister being around and still half asleep he began to think of the evening before. Late Sunday evening, just before he set off on holiday, he'd been sat, as he often did, at the edge of her bed just talking. Ever much a tease, sis had been sat with just the top of her pj's on. It was always something of a contest between his ability to hold a reasonable conversation with her and the distraction of those silky mini briefs she favoured wearing. Red, yellow, pink, purple, green, ivory -- the colours changed daily. Being thin and silky the panties would easily show dampness through and this was even more of a distraction; he loved looking at them. Mo smiled, "You're going to miss me." "No, there will be loads to do. Won't have time." "Are you sure you packed everything?" "Yes sis." Why did she sometimes treat him like a child? He was 18, not 8. Here he was now, already missing her. She had always been there to take his mind off any troubles he had. Andy loved the chats though sometimes he just couldn't understand how time had passed so very quickly. No matter what problems of the day had been, talking to Mo was good, relaxing. She liked to hear about his day, what the girls had said to him. Had they admired at his trim, lean, fit body? What had they talked about? Had he kissed any today? He really must tell her all about them. After Andy left her, to sleep in his own room he knew that Mo would visit the bathroom and go through her usual routine, wash, cream on face and hands, clean teeth and deposit panties in the laundry basket. At home he usually took no time at all to fall asleep, often wondering what his sister had done during the day to moisten and soil those soft, smooth, damp, relaxing panties. Most mornings, whatever time he awoke he knew those panties would be in the basket awaiting him, still damp. Unless he was late for college it only took a few moments for him to deeply inhale the delicate earthy, musky sexual aromas they held, several times, and to rub that silky material up and down his cock until he discharged his load. Usually, unless the washing had been done, there would be a previous day's pair deeper down the pile. He would hold the fresher gusset to his nose, inhaling time and time again while rubbing the silk of the other pair the length of his cock until his cum shot out into the toilet bowl. Mo, of course, knew her brother's pervy tricks but she loved him. He was shy but with a good, fit body which he wasn't reluctant to show her; working out regularly in the small college gym paid dividends in the form of a firm six-pack, muscular legs and arms. She took pride too in having given him his first blow job when he was much younger, and many more since then. Andy's reverie hadn't helped the state of his cock hidden well under the duvet. He dare not lie on his back though, as solid as he was; his cock would give his horniness away. He looked around the room - no-one was stirring, he reached into the front zipped pocket of his rucksack next to the bed and pulled out a pair of his sister's panties which she had sneaked into there without telling him. They were pale mauve, the ones she had worn on Saturday, the soaked, sodden panties that had seeped through to stain his shorts. The soft, silky panties still held plenty of Mo's special pussy fragrance. Aware of his forthcoming trip she had carefully folded them, still very damp, into a poly zipbag. Deeply scented, her sodden pussy having drenched every fibre. Turning back over, he pulled the duvet upto his head, put the panties to his nose, inhaled deeply.The lovely, absorbing, devinely enchanting, private, secret smell of Mo's sex. He needed whatever strong musky perfume was there, he needed it badly, he needed it to arouse him with sister's very sexy, ever so slightly pissy odour. He inhaled deeply again letting the precious scent seep into his brain then began to stroke his cock ... gently, ever so gently back and forth. He didn't want the bed to creak, he didn't want others to notice the movement. Ever so gently so no-one would know, such a soft but firm touch, his finger and thumb deftly drawing his foreskin over the sensitive head and back again, aided by his own lubrication. He could picture his sister in the shower. Soaping her small breasts, her tiny but sensitive breasts; no cleavage at all. Gently soaping her nipples with her eyes shut. Caressing her slippery soaped breasts as her hand moved down to her secret, sexual place. Smooth there too, always smooth. She had shown him, let him watch her shave herself, taken time to let him see her vee, her valley. She had enjoyed allowing, requesting, persuading him to run his finger down and feel the smoothness, taught him to linger and trace a fingernail along the sensitive sides of the deep valley. Let him see inside her while pulling her pussy lips apart to shave there. She had taken the time to point out to him that secret nub of pleasure that all girls have, made him touch it, caress it gently, kiss and lick it tenderly. Sometimes she shaved him. He'd been rock solid every time as she shaved his balls while gently moving his foreskin back and forward and every time he had cum ... ... Just as he was doing now. Fuck! His load was about to shoot out under the duvet. He tried to stop but had reached the point of no return. He just managed to catch most of it in the loose fabric of his boxers. What was he doing? Had he been seen? He had only meant to rub, tickle his balls and stroke his cock gently, not cum. Only to tease himself, cock buzz, so later he could wank later in private. Now his hand and boxers were wet with cum. They would need washing. What if anyone saw the starchy dried cum? During his time of daydream the dorm was starting to stir. Two girls from the Netherlands were already up and a couple more of his group were talking as Andy slipped off his messy boxers, reached over again and pulled out clean pair whilst dropping the messy ones in the drawer to be sorted out later. Rapidly pulling his boxers on followed by a tee he got out of bed, pulled on his jeans, grabbed towel and soap and made for the bathroom. Hmmm, the bathroom. Another communal area. Separate showers and changing areas, wc's etc, but common wash bowls. The blonde haired girls who had got up before him were in here. Not dressed though, with just a bathrobe to cover them. They'd had a shower and were drying hair. One of the girls obviously didn't notice her bathrobe was gaping a little. It gaped enough for Andy to get more than a glimpse of nipple as he brushed his teeth far more carefully than he'd done for a long time. She bent slightly and he could just make out the rounded top of her breast, the pinky brown coloured nipple standing firm and proud. Proud to be on display? Proud to show any male admirer how beautiful a nipple could be? Maybe so, but that proud nipple's owner wasn't aware ... Or was she? Just time for a shower now and down for breakfast. Alison came down a few moments later and walked over to sit with him rather than with her two friends. "Hi," said Andy. "Have a good night's kip?" "Great," she replied. "I was shattered after the long journey." "Me too, I slept like a log until about 6.30 this morning. Then I couldn't get back to sleep. Any idea what the group is doing today?" "I think," said Alison, "There's a get-together then a short walk. I don't suppose many will want anything longer after the journey." Breakfast over, they went down to the short meeting. The walk was more or less on flat ground for a couple of hours. There would be a much longer one the day after. Andy expected Alison to keep up with her two friends but she seemed to favour lagging back and chatting with him. The group had walked for 2 or 3 kilometers when for apparently no reason at all Alison grabbed Andy's hand and held gently on to it for most of the walk. He just wasn't used to girls taking to him so quickly but I guess most of the formalities had been dealt with on the coach journey. Alison's hand just fit nicely into his own. Soft smooth skin, a lovely soft warm, slightly damp hand to hold just like his sister's. Another 3 kilometers and the walk was over, they had the rest of the day to themselves. Andy was most surprised to see Alison's two friends head into Interlaken without her, having come into the dorm and said simply "See you later Ali." Alison and Andy set off towards town at a slow leisurely pace taking in the breathtaking scenery around them, stopping and looking at anything and everything worth seeing. Again she took his hand and this time interlocked fingers with him. They talked and talked, time passing without either of them taking any notice. It was as if they were in their own world, totally lost in each other. Does anyone truly believe in love at first sight? Time would tell. Arriving in town almost an hour after they set off, they called in a street cafe just off Hoheweg for a coffee and delicious apfel strudel. That nicely digested they did the tour of the overpriced souvenir shops and called in the tourist information office. Walking in Switzerland The town of Interlaken is surrounded by stunning scenery and is set between the lakes Thun and Brienzsee . The pair looked in awe over at the Jungfraujoch and nearby mountains before steadily making the walk back to the hostel. After evening meal they wandered around again, totally engaged in conversation as if they had been lovers for ages. There was a river near the hostel, one of the feeders into Lake Thun and they strolled along talking mainly about their relative backgrounds. This instant friendship was now beginning to gel into something more. Back again to the hostel, a chat with friends then time for bed. Tomorrow was going to be one of the longer walks. As is often the case the dorm wasn't quiet for some time. People coming and going, talking, making new friends, catching up on the day's events. Andy surreptitiously watched the young ladies of his group, some not too bothered at all changing for bed in front of the men, others rather more wary. Eventually things quietened down and Andy reflected on the days events. He and Alison seemed to be getting on real well; they had spent most of the day together. He wondered what Alison thought of him. Might he kiss her the following day? Big sister Mo would know. She had taught Andy how to kiss real good. Despite his shyness, Andy got on well with girls. He wasn't a virgin, he hadn't been for two years now. Unlike some of his friends he didn't go all out to bed girls - if that's the way things turned out it was fine. Mo wasn't just a sister, she was confidante, a shoulder to cry on, a second opinion. They talked things over on Mo's bed - their own private space - and their parents knew that. The fact that Mo comforted Andy when he needed it was unknown to their parents though, and the methods she used to comfort him. He loved seeing her panties, those special relaxing panties. He could forget all his cares. What did they talk about? He knew it was good to talk to sis. She had told him they must talk, it would be good to relax and talk. He could trust her. She would know what they had discussed. Often Andy did not. Andy wondered whether Carrie was aware the lamp immediately behind her caused a silhouette of her breasts through her nightshirt fabric. He had been watching, hopefully unseen, as she brushed her long blonde hair. It wouldn't have taken her so long had she not been talking away to Laura sat perched at the end of her bed. Andy had the perfect angle, and from where he was the thin material of her nightshirt was completly opaque. Her breasts cast a conical shadow, her nipples seemed pertly erect. Andy watched as she talked, the outline of her breasts moving up and down. At times his parents said he was a dreamer, in a world of his own. Just now he was content to watch, to dream and feel his arousal gently build. The conversation between Carrie and Laura came to an end all too soon. Carrie settled down to sleep. Andy settled down to sleep and dream about Carrie, about Alison and about Mo. Morning soon came, another bright clear and sunny Swiss day. Breakfast over, hiking boots on, rucksacks packed with extra clothing, sandwiches, fruit and drink, the group set off. Alison was by his side again, but wearing a skirt not jeans. Perhaps too hot? They would be climbing higher, air cooling. Maybe her jeans would be in her rucksack. As the walk progressed Andy and Alison trailed the group. Not far enough behind to cause concern but Alison seemed to favour being last. No-one following. No-one to see her gently pat Andy's butt, no-one to see her ease her hand under Andy's tee-shirt, no-one to see her trace her nails up his spine making him shiver. No-one either to see Andy reciprocate, gently caressing her butt under her skirt, see him gently touch her butt cheeks just a little way inside her panties. The walk progressed a little higher until the view below was of a steel blue lake, Lake Thun. By now Andy's left hand was under Alison's tee-shirt, gently tickling her side, gently stroking her sensitive smooth skin all the way up to her bra. Except that there wasn't a bra, no fabric to deny him touching her small breast, perhaps just a cup size larger than Mo's. Both walked on as if everything was normal. Nothing was said. No-one but Andy and Alison knew those secret touches were there. Alison was well aware. Her left nipple was taking orders from her pleasure brain. Orders to stand to attention, orders to send tingling messages via the nerves under her skin. Pleasurable, sexual messages to her brain and to her pussy. If anything, Alison moved closer to Andy, their pace slowing as much as they dare. She gave Andy permission, gave him the opportunity to touch her small breast, her erect nipple. Small was good. Big sister Mo was small breasted. Small breasts small frame, big personality. Mo was good, Mo helped him chill out, tell her all about the cares of the day. She talked softly to him, let him unwind, watch her soothing panties. Yes, he could watch there and slowly relax, trust her to talk him down to that special, relaxed place. The group had come to a halt. Time to check on numbers, time to have a drink, a snack, a break. Ten minutes break then the group began to slowly climb again. Cars, boats and people became smaller and smaller. The air became fresher. Both of them dropped back, as before. Alison's hand came around, gave Andy's butt a playful squeeze, then allowed her hand to journey upwards, under his tee, feel his toned muscle. "Wow! You must train hard." She gasped at the muscles' steely hardness. "Mmmm I like that, " she added, a broad smile on her face. "You must show me later." Andy turned toward her. Gently kissed her on the lips. His kiss was returned, as best as their walking pace allowed. "I enjoy going to the gym," he replied, "It keeps me in trim and fit." Another exchanged kiss. This time they paused a moment. Mo had taught Andy to kiss well. "Always remember what I say," his sister had told him. Yes, she said that, sat on her bed every evening. Sometimes he felt he must have dropped asleep during one of their chats. Sometimes he was so tired, so very sleepy he couldn't stay awake. It must have been a busy day at college he told himself each time. He'd apologised to Mo, sorry that he'd been so tired, so relaxed and sleepy, unable to stay awake as she talked so soothingly to him. She always understood and he'd always remembered what she'd said. Always. Without question. His sister loved him and she was always right. Their kiss had lasted longer, much longer than last time. The group were well in front. The two friends quickened their pace. By and by the path levelled out, a long, straight foothpath, a wall at both sides. The group seemed to ease off their pace. "Andy, I'm busting for a wee," Too much information, thought Andy. "Just keep a lookout," she added, "I'm going behind this wall." Andy was surprised at the ease with which she clambered over. "Keep a lookout she said," muttered Andy to himself. Unable to refuse an ideal opportunity to peek Andy couldn't stop himself. His view was of Alison, panties at her ankles, supporting herself with one hand on the wall and the other holding up her skirt. A steady gush of pee was splashing on the grass below her perfect bottom. Andy mused how nature had supplied her with such a perfectly designed ass, just as Alison looked round. "You perv!' she shouted. "You distinctly told me to keep a lookout," Andy argued. "You know exactly what I meant." With that she turned her head forward again. Andy didn't turn away. He was sure she'd peed a bucket full. Eventually the stream went to a dribble, then drops shaken from under those two special hemispheres. Panties and dignity restored Alison climbed back over the wall and gave Andy a playful slap across his face. "You don't take liberties mister! Understood?" "But you said ..." There the scolding stopped. "Just don't do it again." The group were now well ahead. The pair ran to catch them before they were missed. Just a short way ahead they all stopped for lunch, having bought hostel-supplied packs of sandwiches, cheese, fruit and cold drinks. The ascent had been completed, the remainder of the walk was downhill. They arrived back at the hostel in good time to freshen up. Their evening meal, hostel style, was simple but sufficient. Afterwards Alison and Andy retraced their steps to the river, finding a nook amongst trees and bushes for privacy. This afternoon's indiscretion forgotten, the couple had time to themselves to cuddle, to kiss - tongues urgently exploring interesting sensations. Andy knew he could kiss well, Mo had taught him, shown him how to use his sensitive lips and tongue. She had taught him well, in her bedroom, during their evenings together. How to use his lips and his tongue to please a girl, to please Mo. Andy just couldn't remember how or when but he knew Mo had taught him. In their small nook of privacy tee-shirts were hastily removed. Their bodies were close together and it was good to move skin against skin. The feel of breasts against chest made their kisses even more special. Andy let his hands, his fingers explore Alison's bare skin. He could feel her tense up then relax as his fingers touched just the right places. He pulled away a little, lips still touching lips as he ran his thumbs against Alison's nipples, each a delicate shade of pinkish brown. Her nipples were stiff, eager to sense the arousal that the kiss and the touch of Andy's thumbs strumming against them brought. Pleasure to her nipples, pleasure to her senses, pleasure moving down to her play garden. Still kissing her deeply, passionately, Andy moved his hand down, under her skirt and rubbed a finger against the soft fabric of her panties. He pushed gently into her groove, her crack, her pussy, rubbing the material into it. Pulling the fabric away again he slipped a finger inside. Alison broke the kiss, pulled away. "No Andy, not yet. Please, it's been a long hard day. I'm tired. Leave it to another day." "OK," he said " ... I just thought ..." She put a finger to his lips. "Please, Andy. Don't say anything more. There will be time later. Let's just walk back to the hostel." Alison could see the disappontment on Andy's face. But she would make good to him later. The next walk maybe, she would let him watch her pee. She'd gently scolded him but found herself a little aroused by his interest in such, well, such an uninteresting thing. There was something else. She tried to put it a subtly as she could. "I noticed, in the bedroom, you seemed to have some panties. Your girlfriend, maybe, she thought you would miss her?" Andy's face reddened. "No. I don't have a girlfriend just now. They belong to my sister." He paused for a while. "I can talk to my sister. She listens carefully. She understands. Sometimes when I'm feeling down I take them from the linen basket. I guess it's hard to explain." Alison smiled. "I caught my brother once with a pair of mine. He was in his bedroom, wanking. I guess I must have scared him as I never caught him again." Another pause. A long pause. "About just now. I'm sorry, I'm tired and things were moving too fast for me. Leave it another day or two, yes?" Andy nodded. She could still see the disappointment in his face. She reached up under her skirt and pulled her panties down, stepped out of them and handed them to him. "Here. You keep them with you in bed tonight. Dream about me and we'll see what happens tomorrow." Andy took the generous gift. Alison was special. He could wait. Back at the hostel, in the dorm there was the usual slow pace of getting into bed. Too much to talk about, so much time, some girls shy but some not so. If you had patience, thought Andy, there was much to see. Alison smiled to him from further down the dorm. Eventually all settled down, lights dimmed. Andy lay under the shelter of his duvet. Sheltered from unwanted eyes seeing him deeply inhale Alison's special perfume, a scent so special it could not be bottled. It had a deeper muskier scent than Mo. It was somehow more earthy, more potent, the sweat of her day. It enabled the recipient to dream of a secret sexual place where only the chosen few were allowed. Invitation only. Gold plated arousal. Drifting off to sleep, cock stiff as an iron poker, Mo came into his mind again. She did that, even when he didn't want her to. She was inside his brain, his subconscious self. Sometimes she aroused, sometimes she questioned, sometimes she soothed, at all times she was there. He could still smell Alison's erotic scent but it was Mo's panties he was seeing. Mo was there in his almost-asleep state. She was sat on her bed removing her panties ... emerald green that day, panties that were dampened, showing a darker patch. Andy was laid on the bed. Mo held her panties close to his nose and he inhaled their scent. But the scent was Alison's, a stronger, more earthy scent. Deeply musky, having travelled a 20 kilometer walk, hints of sweat, hints of pee, unmistakeable scents of that most precious fluid seeping essily out from inside her. In his dream state Mo's had draped her panties over his eyes and forbid him to touch. He was laid on Mo's bed and he could feel her seek out his swollen cock from his boxers. He could sense Mo's touch, the softness, wetness and warmth of her lips encircling his cock. Teasing his cock, gently and gradually submerging his cock in her mouth, gently sucking then licking, raising and lowering her head again to completely enclose his cock. More and more she gently sucked. In and out went his cock in her mouth then suddenly, all so suddenly came his powerful release. Andy awoke with a start. Luckily for him his buttoned boxers had taken much of his cum. It was a wet, sticky mess as in any wet dream. He felt curiously relaxed but sodden and aware of what had happened. The room was quiet and still and Alison's panties were just below his pillow. Cleaned up with tissue and changed into yet another pair of boxers he drifted back to sleep. ****** The low morning sunlight shone brightly into the dorm. People were moving. He had overslept a little. He stretched out and yawned and noticed Alison walk across. "Hi sleepyhead," she said, "I was just coming to wake you up. You've been really fast asleep." "What time is it?" "It's 8.15. The coach picks us up at 9.00. You need to move quickly." "Hmmm, guess I must have been tired." Alison smiled. "Must be something to do with these panties. They get a bit messy at times but I didn't realise they could knock a guy out!" "I'd better reclaim them," she said picking them up from just under his pillow, "Before anyone sees them." "Aaww! I was going to put them in my rucksack." "Come on, pervert, it's a quick breakfast for you. I've had mine. See you at the coach." Andy just made it to the coach. They set off for Lucerne, about 50km away. The day was more of a scenic drive than a walk by the lake, famous for folk hero William Tell's dramatic escape from Gessler's soldiers. Not quite as tired or foot weary, Andy and Alison enjoyed the day together. After supper they made their way further along the river, turning back as soon as they sensed the daylight was beginning to fade. Once back at their secret nook, just a short way from the hostel, they took time to resume the previous day's cuddles. Andy wasn't sure which one of them was the most eager. It took only seconds to dispense of upper clothing, leaving the most sensuous, the best way of enjoying a kiss. Andy knew just how arousing skin to skin could be. There had been plenty of time whilst parents had been away for him and Mo to enjoy a shower together. In the limited space the shower enclosure allowed they could do little other than stand face to face, soapy bodies rubbing together with very little friction. Time for Mo to show him just where, just how a girl likes to be touched. His sister, his damned sister. Why couldn't he shake off thoughts of her? Why couldn't he get her out of his head? Sure, she had coached him, shown him all she knew. Sure, she was there when his head was all screwed up. Sure, she was a shoulder to cry on when he'd found out his girlfriend was fucking someone else. But why, why could he not get that bloody sister of his out if his mind? "Hey, dream boy. Hellooooo?" Alison was aware his thoughts weren't with her. "Sorry." Andy apologised. "My sister and I argued the day before I left," he lied for the first time to Alison. "I was just thinking about it. I'm sorry." "I think we both need an early night. Too much has happened too quickly." Taking the offer again of Alison's unique sleep remedy - today they were a pale yellow colour - Andy walked back with Alison to their dorm. Other days came and went. The relationship grew, the bond between them gradually becoming stronger. Passions were exchanged every evening. Alison had her first orgasms from Andy's skilled fingers and tongue, whilst Andy found his new girlfriend able and willing to return his favours. Each evening Andy had fresh sleep-aiding panties. Thoughts and dreams of his sister became less and less, Alison was working her own magic. The penultimate day of their holiday dawned. Andy was aware of the dorm gradually illuminating with daylight, the insistent urge from his bladder reminding him of the several half litres of Leffe he'd downed the evening before. A short walk, discomfort cured, he settled down again. A peaceful sleep, undisturbed by erotic thoughts of Mo. Showered and fed Alison and Andy met up with the others for a walk which took them into Interlaken and towards the second lake, Brienzsee. From there they took a path rising gently uphill, giving them a fantastic view of lake and mountains. Progress was made at a gentle pace, but the pair still lagged behind, always hand in hand ... Well not always, for having a beautiful young lady at his side sometimes caused Andy's hands to roam. Around 12.30 they stopped for packed lunch and a quick explanation from the walk leader about the surrounding area. That complete, the group went on their way, eventually to complete a circular walk. The walkers were left on their own to complete the day in Interlaken town. "Alison, can I ask a favour please?" asked Andy, somewhat timidly. "If I can help, what is it?" "You know I took a pair of my sister's panties." "Yes." "Well would you help me choose a pair for her, as a kind-of apology and as a present from my holiday here?" To be honest, Andy was rather doubtful of plucking up courage to go into a shop. "Sure," came the reply. They weren't cheap (nothing in Switzerland ever is), but he had sufficient Swiss francs left. He was sure Mo would be grateful. They made their way back to the hostel for their final evening meal. Alison was really upbeat. They sat and talked for quite a while to some of other others before making their way to their lovers nest next to the river. They were sat for some while reflecting on their holiday week. "Hold me please Andy." Alison broke the silence. Andy knew exactly what she meant. Tee-shirts were discarded, skin met skin, deep, loving kisses were exchanged, eager hands explored. "Andy, it's home tomorrow. We may not get the chance again. I'd like if ... I mean it's OK if you want to ... you know. I'm ready." "Sure?" "Of course I'm sure. I wouldn't have said otherwise." "What if ... " "Shush now. It's OK. Trust me." Andy knew if she said that, then it would be. He kissed Alison full on the lips, mouths opening, tongues gently exploring. He unzipped her skirt, let it loose to the ground. Gently tugged at her panties, the source of his enjoyment in bed. With a wiggle they too dropped down. Alison in her turn, still locked in a kiss, fumbled with Andy's jeans then boxers. They lay, naked save for footwear, on the rough, dry grass. Andy moved over her but .. Walking in Switzerland "Sorry Andy. I should have said earlier but I'm busting, and I just can't risk, you know ..." Just as things started to go well, and just as Andy had a stonker erection, she walked over to the nearest tree, beckoned Andy, leaned back and ... "You wanted too see me pee, well here's your chance ... " That complete, and Andy's curiosity satisfied Alison returned to her previous position, a broad grin on her face. "That's the first and the last time I do that." Andy gave her a big hug and the two were soon locked in an embrace. Andy owed this girl and the best way he could repay was with his fingers, his tongue, his lips. Starting at the top of her brow he kissed, and kissed and kissed ... all ... the ... way ... down. Her nose, her lips, her chin, her neck, her breasts and nipples - both sides - her tummy, navel, hips, pussy, thighs, legs, knees ankles and feet. They both knew that neither was a virgin, but Andy took it gently, steadily. Little by little he entered her wet and very willing pleasure zone. He slipped in easily but felt her grip him, her pleasure muscles gripping his cock enough to give him much sensation, much pleasure. Despite the failing light there was no rush, no urgency. Andy thought of the times he'd entered his sister. He was unsure at first but she guided him, taught him until he was confident with other girls. She had taught him subtle variations, how to give himself and give her the best pleasure. She told him this was the best gift she could give him. One to one expert tuition. He learned how to make her cum, to do what ... what? What the fuck? He cursed himself, letting his sister intrude between him and Alison. He shook off the thoughts and began to increase the pace. He would use the subtle variations to please Alison. Why the fuck should he let Mo have all the enjoyment? Steadily, stealthily his strokes became longer and faster. He could feel Alison's vaginal walls grip him tightly. He could feel the pressure in his balls, slapping hard against her. He slowed sufficient to engage her in a kiss, to caress her breasts, then suck her nipples until she shared his pleasure. He called her name softly again and again. He thrust harder watching the intense look on her face, harder and faster still until he could give no more. His arousal peaked and his body took over, pumping his seed into Alison. Without even a thought he withdrew, bent down level with Alison's vulva, sought out her clit and began to lap, like a cat greedily lapping the best cream. Although it made his jaw ache, he unleashed the full fury of his tongue against the nub of Alison's sexual being. He sensed the tension building within her, he sensed her clit pulsing out furious messages of total ecstasy, he sensed her totally give in to the pleasure of total uninhibited orgasm. She cried out, totally unable to control herself, passing into a state of sexual nirvana. It was almost dark by the time they returned, satisfied, to the hostel. A drink or two in the bar and to their separate beds. They both slept dreamlessly until morning. ******* The coach arrived early afternoon to take them back home. The pair, companions all week, still had much to discuss. The overnight journey didn't seem so bad, Andy making Alison cum countless times under cover of her jacket and feigning sleep. After all, isn't that what fingers were made for? Sadly Andy and Alison parted company in London. Kisses and tears, but they planned to meet up soon. ******* Sis greeted Andy with a warm hug and a kiss at the railway station. She was wearing his favourite perfume. Her car parked outside sped them home. Mo's present was in Andy's rucksack. Half an hour later she came down, kissed him and led him to her room. He would sit on her bed, watch her new, already moistened panties, and be lulled gently by her soothing relaxing voice to tell her everything about his holiday. As he made his way to his own bedroom, he couldn't remember anything about the conversation, but sis seemed to know everything about Alison. The following morning the new panties were where they should be, in the linen basket. Still damp, still packed full of the most delicious aroma. He stood, inhaling, gently coaxing his cock to discharge its load. Andy never contacted Alison again. Why did he need to when he had his beautiful, sexy, understanding sister, Mo?