He stiffened when she wrapped her long legs around his waist too and the warmth of her groin pressed into his belly. He felt an instant stirring in his suit.
“Lazy,” he smirked. She could tread water like a champ. He’d seen her do it.
“Okay, maybe that too,” she smiled, then brightened even more, “Hey, feel like launching me?”
It was an old request. He used to help her catch waves by pushing her forward for a head start when they were younger.
“Fine, but I get to pick the waves.”
“Yeah, gimme the big ones. I like big ones!” She giggled as she moved into position, stretched out on her stomach with her arms reaching forward.
He hesitated when he moved to put his hands where they went years ago. His left hand supported her belly. Jesus, it was so smooth and so tight as his palm pressed into it slightly. He felt the firm muscles of her abdomen shift. His right hand gripped the front of her left leg just above her knee and he felt the smooth long muscles of her quadriceps too.
Dammit, this was easier back before his sister went and turned into a hottie.
“‘Kay, ready for launch,” she chirped.
They waited a few minutes for a good wave. Richard kept his sister afloat with small adjustments, shifting his hands on her nearly naked body. She giggled when he moved his hand at her stomach too quickly.
“Sorry sis,” he apologized, “I’m not actually trying to tickle you.”
“S’ok, it felt kind of good actually. You’ve got nice hands there, stud.”
Before he could ponder that statement, an enormous wave came and she giggled and shrieked for him to launch her. He did, and he watched her surf away.
She came back, still giggling, and rubbing a small scrape under her chin.
“Dude, I got run through the washing machine on that one.”
“You all right?”
“Hell, yeah! Let’s do it again!”
They did. For another hour Richard heaved his gorgeous kid sister with the surf until the sun was high and hot enough to drive them inside. They slipped back into the house for lunch.
*~*~* Part III *~*~*
After a quick bite, Richard made a pitcher of daiquiris and they drank themselves silly in the shade of the porch. Silly enough for her to spill her guts about Chip. She steered their conversation towards sex and then she started talking more freely and more explicitly than he’d ever heard her. College had loosened his kid sister up a lot. He almost couldn’t believe what was coming out of her mouth.
“Chip and I went to his apartment after a movie. We’d been dating for a couple of months and you know… it kinda felt like it was time for… stuff,” she looked at her brother. Richard nodded neutrally and she continued.
“He led me right back to his bedroom and laid me down on his bed. Chip started by eating me for almost an hour.”
She sipped from her drink as that raunchy morsel sunk into his brain.
“After I’d come three times and I was a soaking wet puddle of joy, he rolled me over onto my belly. Then he nudged my legs open and I felt his gigantic thing sliding up along my thigh. He pushed forward slowly. So slowly. I felt myself pucker inwards. He was almost as wide as the entire gap between my legs. It was ridiculous, like getting poked with a warm baseball bat.
He pushed. I wiggled. He pushed more. And I wiggled more. It didn’t feel like we were getting anywhere. We kept trying though, each of us getting more and more excited. Then all of a sudden, his gigantic head popped inside me.”
Richard watched Liz shiver, no doubt reliving the moment.
“I remember gasping and clawing at the bed beneath me. I… I tensed up. Wrong thing to do. It made things worse. It felt like someone was trying to work their whole fist inside me. He felt me straining and he waited patiently. He rubbed my back. He told me I was the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen. That my body was amazing. That when I relaxed, it would start to feel good. He was totally right, of course.”
Lizzie paused and had another sip of liquid courage. Before she’d started her story, she’d told Richard that she “needed him to understand what she was up against.” He was curious about where this was all headed.
“We waited like that for awhile, Scooter. Neither of us moved except for him gently rubbing my back up and down. When I told him I was ready to try more, he started pushing again. It was… it was insane. Like childbirth in reverse. I had my first orgasm while he was still working himself in me. I came again when he bottomed out.”
“Oh Scooter,” his sister finally looked over at him again and shook her head with a mix of pride and embarrassment. The motion swung her damp blonde ponytail gently. “I saw God that night. By the time he finished with me, I was drooling into the pillow and babbling like a fool. That is what it was like the first time I slept with Chip. Why the hell wouldn’t I marry him?”
Richard just stared at his kid sister, “Wow.”
“Yep,” she nodded and downed the rest of her drink.
“Wow.”
“You said that already, dummy,” she slapped his arm and giggled. For the first time in a long while, he noticed how much brighter her eyes were when she laughed.
“I know, but just one more time… wow. So he’s the guy huh?”
“Yep.”
“He treats you good?”
“Like a dream,” she giggled again to herself oddly.
Feeling the daiquiris a bit too much himself, Richard let his eyes skim down her slim body yet again. It was a miracle her suit had stayed on in the surf. The top had loosened a bit though and he could see the edge of one of her light pink nipples peeking out. He exhaled slowly and tried not to stare. He knew what they looked like. He’d been the first boy to see her breasts too.
Like their first kiss, that had also been her idea. She’d just wandered into his bedroom unannounced one afternoon and hauled up her tank top without so much as a warning. She wasn’t wearing a bra. She looked from his astonished face then down to her bare breasts and back again. She even swung her torso a little and they swayed slightly from left to right.
“Well, Scooter? They’re like, normal and everything right? You know how Mom is, she’d lie to my face if she thought it would help my self-esteem.”
All Richard could do at the time was stare. His sister’s teenage tits were perfectly round handfuls with little pink nipples that pointed up slightly towards the ceiling.
“Holy crap, sis. They’re… they’re…”
“Oh God, I knew it… they’re deformed aren’t they? Does the left one look bigger to you too?”
His brain finally got some traction. “No! God no! They’re beautiful. They’re round and perky and… perfect.”
“Really?”
He stiffened when she wrapped her long legs around his waist too and the warmth of her groin pressed into his belly. He felt an instant stirring in his suit.
“Lazy,” he smirked. She could tread water like a champ. He’d seen her do it.
“Okay, maybe that too,” she smiled, then brightened even more, “Hey, feel like launching me?”
It was an old request. He used to help her catch waves by pushing her forward for a head start when they were younger.
“Fine, but I get to pick the waves.”
“Yeah, gimme the big ones. I like big ones!” She giggled as she moved into position, stretched out on her stomach with her arms reaching forward.
He hesitated when he moved to put his hands where they went years ago. His left hand supported her belly. Jesus, it was so smooth and so tight as his palm pressed into it slightly. He felt the firm muscles of her abdomen shift. His right hand gripped the front of her left leg just above her knee and he felt the smooth long muscles of her quadriceps too.
Dammit, this was easier back before his sister went and turned into a hottie.
“‘Kay, ready for launch,” she chirped.
They waited a few minutes for a good wave. Richard kept his sister afloat with small adjustments, shifting his hands on her nearly naked body. She giggled when he moved his hand at her stomach too quickly.
“Sorry sis,” he apologized, “I’m not actually trying to tickle you.”
“S’ok, it felt kind of good actually. You’ve got nice hands there, stud.”
Before he could ponder that statement, an enormous wave came and she giggled and shrieked for him to launch her. He did, and he watched her surf away.
She came back, still giggling, and rubbing a small scrape under her chin.
“Dude, I got run through the washing machine on that one.”
“You all right?”
“Hell, yeah! Let’s do it again!”
They did. For another hour Richard heaved his gorgeous kid sister with the surf until the sun was high and hot enough to drive them inside. They slipped back into the house for lunch.
*~*~* Part III *~*~*
After a quick bite, Richard made a pitcher of daiquiris and they drank themselves silly in the shade of the porch. Silly enough for her to spill her guts about Chip. She steered their conversation towards sex and then she started talking more freely and more explicitly than he’d ever heard her. College had loosened his kid sister up a lot. He almost couldn’t believe what was coming out of her mouth.
“Chip and I went to his apartment after a movie. We’d been dating for a couple of months and you know… it kinda felt like it was time for… stuff,” she looked at her brother. Richard nodded neutrally and she continued.
“He led me right back to his bedroom and laid me down on his bed. Chip started by eating me for almost an hour.”
She sipped from her drink as that raunchy morsel sunk into his brain.
“After I’d come three times and I was a soaking wet puddle of joy, he rolled me over onto my belly. Then he nudged my legs open and I felt his gigantic thing sliding up along my thigh. He pushed forward slowly. So slowly. I felt myself pucker inwards. He was almost as wide as the entire gap between my legs. It was ridiculous, like getting poked with a warm baseball bat.
He pushed. I wiggled. He pushed more. And I wiggled more. It didn’t feel like we were getting anywhere. We kept trying though, each of us getting more and more excited. Then all of a sudden, his gigantic head popped inside me.”
Richard watched Liz shiver, no doubt reliving the moment.
“I remember gasping and clawing at the bed beneath me. I… I tensed up. Wrong thing to do. It made things worse. It felt like someone was trying to work their whole fist inside me. He felt me straining and he waited patiently. He rubbed my back. He told me I was the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen. That my body was amazing. That when I relaxed, it would start to feel good. He was totally right, of course.”
Lizzie paused and had another sip of liquid courage. Before she’d started her story, she’d told Richard that she “needed him to understand what she was up against.” He was curious about where this was all headed.
“We waited like that for awhile, Scooter. Neither of us moved except for him gently rubbing my back up and down. When I told him I was ready to try more, he started pushing again. It was… it was insane. Like childbirth in reverse. I had my first orgasm while he was still working himself in me. I came again when he bottomed out.”
“Oh Scooter,” his sister finally looked over at him again and shook her head with a mix of pride and embarrassment. The motion swung her damp blonde ponytail gently. “I saw God that night. By the time he finished with me, I was drooling into the pillow and babbling like a fool. That is what it was like the first time I slept with Chip. Why the hell wouldn’t I marry him?”
Richard just stared at his kid sister, “Wow.”
“Yep,” she nodded and downed the rest of her drink.
“Wow.”
“You said that already, dummy,” she slapped his arm and giggled. For the first time in a long while, he noticed how much brighter her eyes were when she laughed.
“I know, but just one more time… wow. So he’s the guy huh?”
“Yep.”
“He treats you good?”
“Like a dream,” she giggled again to herself oddly.
Feeling the daiquiris a bit too much himself, Richard let his eyes skim down her slim body yet again. It was a miracle her suit had stayed on in the surf. The top had loosened a bit though and he could see the edge of one of her light pink nipples peeking out. He exhaled slowly and tried not to stare. He knew what they looked like. He’d been the first boy to see her breasts too.
Like their first kiss, that had also been her idea. She’d just wandered into his bedroom unannounced one afternoon and hauled up her tank top without so much as a warning. She wasn’t wearing a bra. She looked from his astonished face then down to her bare breasts and back again. She even swung her torso a little and they swayed slightly from left to right.
“Well, Scooter? They’re like, normal and everything right? You know how Mom is, she’d lie to my face if she thought it would help my self-esteem.”
All Richard could do at the time was stare. His sister’s teenage tits were perfectly round handfuls with little pink nipples that pointed up slightly towards the ceiling.
“Holy crap, sis. They’re… they’re…”
“Oh God, I knew it… they’re deformed aren’t they? Does the left one look bigger to you too?”
His brain finally got some traction. “No! God no! They’re beautiful. They’re round and perky and… perfect.”
“Really?”
He stiffened when she wrapped her long legs around his waist too and the warmth of her groin pressed into his belly. He felt an instant stirring in his suit.
“Lazy,” he smirked. She could tread water like a champ. He’d seen her do it.
“Okay, maybe that too,” she smiled, then brightened even more, “Hey, feel like launching me?”
It was an old request. He used to help her catch waves by pushing her forward for a head start when they were younger.
“Fine, but I get to pick the waves.”
“Yeah, gimme the big ones. I like big ones!” She giggled as she moved into position, stretched out on her stomach with her arms reaching forward.
He hesitated when he moved to put his hands where they went years ago. His left hand supported her belly. Jesus, it was so smooth and so tight as his palm pressed into it slightly. He felt the firm muscles of her abdomen shift. His right hand gripped the front of her left leg just above her knee and he felt the smooth long muscles of her quadriceps too.
Dammit, this was easier back before his sister went and turned into a hottie.
“‘Kay, ready for launch,” she chirped.
They waited a few minutes for a good wave. Richard kept his sister afloat with small adjustments, shifting his hands on her nearly naked body. She giggled when he moved his hand at her stomach too quickly.
“Sorry sis,” he apologized, “I’m not actually trying to tickle you.”
“S’ok, it felt kind of good actually. You’ve got nice hands there, stud.”
Before he could ponder that statement, an enormous wave came and she giggled and shrieked for him to launch her. He did, and he watched her surf away.
She came back, still giggling, and rubbing a small scrape under her chin.
“Dude, I got run through the washing machine on that one.”
“You all right?”
“Hell, yeah! Let’s do it again!”
They did. For another hour Richard heaved his gorgeous kid sister with the surf until the sun was high and hot enough to drive them inside. They slipped back into the house for lunch.
*~*~* Part III *~*~*
After a quick bite, Richard made a pitcher of daiquiris and they drank themselves silly in the shade of the porch. Silly enough for her to spill her guts about Chip. She steered their conversation towards sex and then she started talking more freely and more explicitly than he’d ever heard her. College had loosened his kid sister up a lot. He almost couldn’t believe what was coming out of her mouth.
“Chip and I went to his apartment after a movie. We’d been dating for a couple of months and you know… it kinda felt like it was time for… stuff,” she looked at her brother. Richard nodded neutrally and she continued.
“He led me right back to his bedroom and laid me down on his bed. Chip started by eating me for almost an hour.”
She sipped from her drink as that raunchy morsel sunk into his brain.
“After I’d come three times and I was a soaking wet puddle of joy, he rolled me over onto my belly. Then he nudged my legs open and I felt his gigantic thing sliding up along my thigh. He pushed forward slowly. So slowly. I felt myself pucker inwards. He was almost as wide as the entire gap between my legs. It was ridiculous, like getting poked with a warm baseball bat.
He pushed. I wiggled. He pushed more. And I wiggled more. It didn’t feel like we were getting anywhere. We kept trying though, each of us getting more and more excited. Then all of a sudden, his gigantic head popped inside me.”
Richard watched Liz shiver, no doubt reliving the moment.
“I remember gasping and clawing at the bed beneath me. I… I tensed up. Wrong thing to do. It made things worse. It felt like someone was trying to work their whole fist inside me. He felt me straining and he waited patiently. He rubbed my back. He told me I was the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen. That my body was amazing. That when I relaxed, it would start to feel good. He was totally right, of course.”
Lizzie paused and had another sip of liquid courage. Before she’d started her story, she’d told Richard that she “needed him to understand what she was up against.” He was curious about where this was all headed.
“We waited like that for awhile, Scooter. Neither of us moved except for him gently rubbing my back up and down. When I told him I was ready to try more, he started pushing again. It was… it was insane. Like childbirth in reverse. I had my first orgasm while he was still working himself in me. I came again when he bottomed out.”
“Oh Scooter,” his sister finally looked over at him again and shook her head with a mix of pride and embarrassment. The motion swung her damp blonde ponytail gently. “I saw God that night. By the time he finished with me, I was drooling into the pillow and babbling like a fool. That is what it was like the first time I slept with Chip. Why the hell wouldn’t I marry him?”
Richard just stared at his kid sister, “Wow.”
“Yep,” she nodded and downed the rest of her drink.
“Wow.”
“You said that already, dummy,” she slapped his arm and giggled. For the first time in a long while, he noticed how much brighter her eyes were when she laughed.
“I know, but just one more time… wow. So he’s the guy huh?”
“Yep.”
“He treats you good?”
“Like a dream,” she giggled again to herself oddly.
Feeling the daiquiris a bit too much himself, Richard let his eyes skim down her slim body yet again. It was a miracle her suit had stayed on in the surf. The top had loosened a bit though and he could see the edge of one of her light pink nipples peeking out. He exhaled slowly and tried not to stare. He knew what they looked like. He’d been the first boy to see her breasts too.
Like their first kiss, that had also been her idea. She’d just wandered into his bedroom unannounced one afternoon and hauled up her tank top without so much as a warning. She wasn’t wearing a bra. She looked from his astonished face then down to her bare breasts and back again. She even swung her torso a little and they swayed slightly from left to right.
“Well, Scooter? They’re like, normal and everything right? You know how Mom is, she’d lie to my face if she thought it would help my self-esteem.”
All Richard could do at the time was stare. His sister’s teenage tits were perfectly round handfuls with little pink nipples that pointed up slightly towards the ceiling.
“Holy crap, sis. They’re… they’re…”
“Oh God, I knew it… they’re deformed aren’t they? Does the left one look bigger to you too?”
His brain finally got some traction. “No! God no! They’re beautiful. They’re round and perky and… perfect.”
“Really?”