“I think most of us could do with a nap,” said Molly. “It’s hot outside, and I feel the need for some shade.”
“Good thinking,” said Jill. “Maybe we should nap with our partner-to-be,” she added with a giggle.
“Yes!” said Cara. She turned to her brother. “Come on, John, let’s you and me go and nap.”
As John and Cara left the room, Sarah turned to Jack. “Uncle Jack, do you think you and me could, um, nap together?”
Jack grinned. “Sure thing, sweetheart.” He stood and held his hand out to pull Sarah to her feet, slipping an arm around her waist as they went out.
Molly, Jill and Greg looked at each other. Molly stood up and pulled Jill to her feet, slipping an arm around her sister-in-law’s shoulder as they turned to Greg.
Molly grinned at her nephew. “Come on, hon. Come and nap with the two old ladies, and when we wake up I’ll help you nail your mom.” Jill blushed and giggled, but she didn’t argue.
* * * * *
It was late afternoon before anyone woke from the nap they had all realised they needed. Perhaps typically, it was the youngest of them who woke first. John stretched out, his joints popping, then gazed at his sleeping sister. In the summer heat of the island no-one needed bedclothes and Cara’s glorious nudity was clear to John as she lay beside him. He propped himself on an elbow and studied Cara, his gaze roaming over her, delighting in the curve of her hip as she lay, the relaxed tension of the tendons in her bent leg, the springy, curly but sparse patch of pubic hair she’d left on her mons, her pussy lips clear of hair, smooth, slightly swollen, whether from sex she’d had or sex she was anticipating, John didn’t know. Anticipation, he hoped, because his sister looked to be one tasty fuck-to-be.
“Like what you see, little brother?” Cara’s voice was soft, husky. John lifted his gaze and looked into her clear eyes.
“Love it, big sister.”
“I wanted you to have me for your birthday, but I’m a day late. You don’t mind, do you?”
John grinned. “Are you nuts, sis? Of course not. An extra day of anticipation hasn’t hurt.” John laughed. “I have to say, mostly because I had as much as I could handle.”
“How was mom, anyway?”
“Fucking marvellous, and surprisingly tight. So was Aunt Jill.”
“Well, me you’ll know about very soon now. Just leaves Sarah for you to try.”
“I’m looking forward to both experiences, very much.” John paused.
“What?” said Cara.
“When we’re home?”
“Yeah?”
“What happens then?”
Cara made a face. “I guess we go back to being an ordinary family. I think that’s what Daddy expects, anyway.”
“Mom too, I think. What about you and me?”
Cara looked at her brother for a long moment, then grinned. “Assuming that neither of us has any other particularly urgent task on hand, I certainly don’t mind the occasional fuck.” She frowned. “Depending, of course, on how well you perform in the next half-hour or so.”
“Do my best, sis.”
Cara grinned, then frowned again. “John,” she said, idly caressing his slowly growing erection, “do you mind if I ask a personal question?”
John shook his head. “No, but I don’t guarantee to answer.”
“Okay. Um, were you a virgin before this week?”
He laughed. “Mom asked me the same question.”
“And? Were you?”
“‘Fraid so, Cara. Does it make a difference?”
“Of course not. It was just big sister being nosy. Ever get close?”
John laughed. “Yeah. Sally Jens was willing, but her mom came home early.”
“Poor baby.”
“She wants to do it when I get back.”
“Lucky you.”
“Yeah, I guess. How about you, Cara? Any steady guy?”
“Only you for the moment, looks like.” Cara grinned. “Looks like you’re ready, too.” And he was, his prick hot and hard. “Very nice piece of equipment, that,” Cara said, her eyes sparkling.
“Glad you like it.”
“Mmm. Okay, birthday boy. How would you like your sister to offer herself?”
“Huh?”
“Missionary? Girl-on-top? Doggie-style? Which?”
“Decisions, decisions,” John said, grinning. “Do you have a preference?”
“Of course. Sex!” Cara laughed. “I kinda like girl-on-top and doggie-style.”
“Girl-on-top, then. That way I can play with your tits.”
“Okay by me,” Cara said. She got to her knees beside John and bent suddenly, her lips closing over John’s prick as her head sank, taking him deep into her mouth, her tongue weaving patterns as she lifted her head, her lips pursed so that there was a ‘pop’ as John’s prick escaped from the warm wetness. She swung her leg over and knelt astride his thighs, then shuffled forward on her knees, taking John’s prick in a light grasp and positioning him just at the entrance to her pussy. She lowered herself so that an inch or so of him entered her, then took her hand away. She knelt, poised, a smile on her pretty face, fixing John with her eyes. She stayed motionless for a moment then let herself slide slowly, wriggling to spread her juices, the length of his hardness until her neat butt was on his thighs. She sighed.
“John, hon, you feel fucking great.”
“So do you, sis. So do you. You’re so tight!”
“Why, thank you, brother. Now, let’s fuck!”
Cara began to rock herself on John’s prick, slowly, steadily. He lay enjoying the sensation for a moment or two, enjoying the hot, wet cling of Cara’s pussy as she sank down until he was as deep as he would go, before rising until he almost left her. After a minute or two, as Cara rose to the top of her lift off him, he thrust his hips up, driving his prick back into her, then down again, almost leaving her, to feel himself enveloped again as Cara came down. She grinned at him.
“Nice one, John, two strokes each time.”
“Yeah.” He grinned. “I just thought of it.”
“Good thinking! Aah,” she said as John gently cupped her breasts, rubbing his thumbs lightly over her nipples. “Nice,” she breathed. “Keep doing that, I like it.”
“You have got absolutely beautiful tits, Cara,” John said as he gently caressed her.
“Thanks, John. You don’t think they’re too small?”
“No! They’re perfect!”
Cara grinned. “I’m looking forward to seeing the photographs.”
“Me too.” A mental image of the pictures he’d taken of Jill with his prick in her pussy flashed across John’s mind and his prick twitched. Cara giggled, never ceasing her movements.
“What caused that?”
“Thinking of the photographs.” He thrust harder this time as Cara lifted and she gave a soft moan of pleasure.
“Oh, it’s go-o-d,” she murmured. She smiled down at John as she moved. “I’m enjoying this holiday. Any future boyfriend has a lot to live up to, after the pleasure I’ve had from you and Daddy and Greg.”
“But no comparisons, eh?”
Cara giggled. “Only in my head.” She grinned. “You’re doing great!”
As they talked, John and Cara had each felt the sensations building in them, the slow tingling climb towards climax, and by unspoken mutual consent they concentrated on giving each other the best possible feeling, urging each other towards the peak, slowly, inexorably.
John was the first. “I’m close, Cara,” he muttered, “real close.”
“Hold on just a little, John, I’m nearly there, too, just a little more.”