He woke to “Imu.” “Oatmeal.”
They ate. They went out in the surf again. He endured her body hanging on him and rubbing against him mercilessly underwater, even the feeling of her stomach and ass in his hands as they played in the waves. She was wearing a white bikini cut even more daringly. The top barely covered her nipples and the bottom left nearly half of her ass was exposed. If this kept up he’d go insane.
By midday they were back on the patio, he made mint juleps and the bourbon hit Lizzie hard. She’d barely finished her second one when, without a word, she tugged her white bikini bottom down all the way to her knees.
She looked over at her brother and arched her eyebrow. She didn’t need to move his hand for him. He reached over on his own, his hand circling her bare little ass gently.
It was only a few minutes later that she was shifting in her chair.
“Okay Scooter, I’m horny.”
“That’s good.”
“Now go play in the ocean for a few minutes, will you?”
“No way, it’s too early. Still way too hot out there. Why?” He kept stroking her ass in slow circles.
“You know why, jerk.”
“So go ahead and do what you want, Lizzie. I’m not leaving and I’m certainly not stopping you.”
“Seriously?” she asked timidly.
“Seriously,” he said as casually as he could.
“Don’t mess with me. I’m drunk enough and horny enough to actually do it,” she warned.
“Nobody’s messing with you. I’ll just read my book over here and you do whatever you need to do.”
“Fine.”
He watched her right hand slip under her hip. She moaned softly and he watched her elbow begin to move in circles as she touched herself. She was soon panting into the cushion of her chair and arching her ass up into his hand eagerly for his stroking.
“Scooter? Could you… just kinda… maybe just a little…” she reached back with her free hand and steered his fingers into her crease.
He slid them up and down her crack carefully and she let out a long slow breath. He caressed the delicate skin in the middle. He began to toy at the roughened little pucker hidden inside as she continued touching herself.
But it was too dry. He knew there would be plenty of wetness drooling from her opening but he was afraid to dip down, to cross that line, to break the spell.
“Hold on a sec, sis.”
He dabbed some suntan lotion on his fingertips and went back to touching her, now gently circling her ring and feeling the muscle there slowly begin to relax and soften.
Lizzie was panting by now and eager for more. She wriggled until his finger was centered on her rear entrance, “Scooter? Little more?”
He pressed gently, fingertip sliding just barely inside, and she shuddered, muscles twitching up and down her back. She was clearly ready to cum. She was rushing, excited by the new sensations, her arm was moving frantically.
“Touch yourself slower, sis,” he whispered.
“Can’t” she hissed.
“Slower,” he repeated gently.
She looked back at him with a cute little snarl, almost feral. She’d cum when she pleased. And she pleased now. Feisty words died on her lips when her orgasm hit. Humping down into her own hand, she grunted and rolled through a fabulous peak. He continued slipping his fingertip in and out of her ass gently as she rode it out.
She went limp on the lounge chair. “Holy crap that was hot,” she murmured when she’d finally caught her breath.
“See? Not so bad right?”
“No. No, I guess not,” she clumsily pulled her suit bottom back up, suddenly self-conscious. “Wow, that seriously wiped me out. I think I need a nap.”
Without a word, he stood and knelt. He picked his drowsy sister up and carried her towards her bedroom.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, her little nose nuzzling at this throat. A thrill went through him when she pressed her lips there. Her kisses worked up his neck to his chin. She paused, hesitating as she pushed herself through this little taboo, he could feel her breath on this face.
Then she kissed him on the lips. It was the first time they’d kissed like this since he’d given her that first one, years ago.
Her lips melted perfectly into his just as he laid her gently on her bed then tried to step away. To leave her to sleep. To get away from her so that he didn’t do something stupid.
But her arms held tight around his neck.
“Stay,” she whispered, never opening her eyes, “snuggle.”
So he did. She made room and he slid onto her bed on his back. She rested her head on his chest.
“Scooter, can we do some more ummm… ‘practice’ later?”
“Sure.”
“Thanks, bro. Imu,” she said drowsily.
“Okay, seriously, what the fuck does that mean?”
She smiled and fell asleep. The mint juleps and the swimming and the sun and the warmth of his sister’s barely-clothed body snuggled into him eventually won out over Richard’s ridiculous arousal too. They had an excellent nap. So good that they slept through their usual afternoon session in the ocean.
*~*~* Part VII *~*~*
Richard woke first. It was late afternoon and they were covered by a light blanket she’d pulled up from the foot of the bed. In their sleep, they’d rotated into their sides and spooned. His erection, harder now than he could ever remember, was nestled in his sister’s tiny and warm ass. He shifted, getting ready to roll away when she turned onto her stomach. His hand, on her hip a moment ago, was on her butt again.
He stroked it automatically and she wriggled it in response, even in her sleep. The chance to touch Lizzie’s fabulous rump was still too tempting. He stroked, squeezed, and massaged it softly.
Her eyes finally opened when he tugged her suit bottom down off her ass and left it down at her knees beneath the blanket.
He watched her smile and close her eyes again. She licked her lips when his fingers slid inwards across her upturned ass cheek. He dipped into the tiny crack and brushed up and down across her sphincter.
Her right arm slid down and under her hip to touch herself again like when they were on the patio.
He teased and toyed at her round little hole and tapped at its center gently. This close to her face and with her eyes closed, he could see how long his sister’s eyelashes were. Some of her blonde hair had fallen across her face too. Her simple beauty and the sheer raunchiness of what their hands were doing beneath the blanket was driving him mad with lust. He was pouring pre-cum into his bathing suit.
He watched her face carefully as he pressed inwards against her delicate rosebud. Her nose twitched in a very cute way.
“Wait a sec,” she rolled onto her back and lifted the leg closer to him. She pulled his hand under that leg and he went back to toying at her tiny hole from this new and strange angle.
“Easier for me to touch myself like this,” she said softly. Together, they tinkered between her legs until her face was flushed and her breath was ragged. Then her hand stopped.
She slid it downwards to meet his. She detoured along the way to wet her fingers at her opening, then carefully slickened his first finger with her juices. She dipped up and into her own wetness again. She returned to nudge his hand out of the way and moistened her own backdoor.