Harem Sisters – part 01/19 (Darth_Aussie)

Part 1.

Chapter 1.

My sister Tori has been the bane of my existence ever since she was a child. I was five years old when she was born, and I was so excited to have a baby sister to look after. That stopped when she was able to speak. As soon as she was able to speak, she would run to mum and dad, telling them everything I was doing; she loved and craved attention from my parents, and the best way to do that was to tell on her dear older brother. As we grew into teenagers, she got worse: she was malicious, always looking for ways to get me in trouble. I probably could have stopped all of this by not doing shit to get myself in trouble, but I was a teen boy and I just wanted to have fun. After I graduated high school, I ended up moving to Melbourne for University–I could have studied in Sydney, but I really wanted to get out and experience life as my own man. I wasn’t close with my parents; dad was always working, and mum would spend all her free time with Tori, shopping and having spa days. Their social media accounts were so filled with all the expensive, boring crap they did daily that sometimes I wondered if my little sister even went to school.

When I graduated, my parents flew down for the ceremony, but my sister thankfully stayed in Sydney. They made their appearance and said what was expected of them and they left, dad needing to be on a flight back home as soon as possible, grumbling about wasting enough time as it was. He really was a bit of a prick.

After Uni, I moved in with a couple of friends and started seeing a girl I’d met. She was nice; a pretty redhead with glasses. We stayed together for about a year, right up until I found out her and my housemate/best friend had been sleeping together. They were supposedly in love and I wouldn’t understand. I was surprisingly cool about it all—sure it sucked finding out the two people I trusted the most had been lying to me and fucking behind my back, but truth be told, the relationship wasn’t going anywhere. She was cool, and the sex was pretty good—I probably missed that the most—but I didn’t really care that much about staying with her. So, when my workplace was offering up voluntary redundancies, I snatched one up and booked a flight home.

Now I stood waiting to board a flight back to Sydney. I’d have said back home but that would imply I had a home. See, with my sister now being eighteen and graduated high school they decided to sell the childhood home, buy a luxury apartment on the beach of Bondi and then piss off to Europe on some second honeymoon. While they’d said I was welcome to stay in the apartment, I wasn’t too thrilled I was going to have to share it with my brat of a sister, who’d decided that University wasn’t for her and dad’s credit cards was all she needed. He of course gave her everything, daddy’s little girl.

Thoughts of my sister always put me in a bad mood. I’d decided I’d stay with her only long enough to find a new job and my own apartment–the redundancy package from my old job was a nice buffer that would keep me afloat on my own while I looked. I’d hoped my little sister had matured in the years I’d been gone, but I wasn’t hopeful. I saw her again one Christmas when I made the flight home, and it was a royal disaster, so I decided not to do that again. She’d been fifteen then and still a giant pain in my ass. But three years is a long time, and anyone can change.

As I boarded my plane, I decided I’d give her the benefit of the doubt. I’d greet my little sister with a smile and a hug and be the mature big brother. After all, mum and dad were overseas so she couldn’t really rat me out to them if I decided to throw a party, not that I was the party type. I preferred staying in and gaming with my friends—most of them lived all-across Australia, and I hadn’t met them before, but they were still my friends.

I took my seat and groaned inwardly as a man who must weigh at least a hundred and fifty kilos lumbered down the aisle, he stopped next to my seat, checked his ticket, checked the seat number, checked his ticket again, then sat with a heavy thud behind me. I let out a sigh of relief at not being seated next to him the entire trip home.

“Excuse me, sorry to be a pain. Could I squeeze by?” A voice addressed me. I looked up to see a cute blonde holding a small shoulder bag in one hand and her boarding pass in the other. She gave me a friendly smile. I smiled back but couldn’t find my words for a minute.

“I’ve got the middle seat,” She added, keeping up her friendly tone.

“Oh shit! Sorry.” I quickly stood up and moved into the aisle to let her pass. It was cramped, and she ended up pressing against me as she took her seat. She smelled of lavender and her hair shone like spun gold. She was dressed quite casually in blue jeans and a black long sleeve top. She showed not a hint of skin, but I was immediately infatuated with her and thanked the non-existent gods for placing me next to this cute blonde for the trip home.

I took my seat and looked over to the blonde girl.

“I’m Jason,” I said, offering my hand as a greeting.

“Abi,” she replied with a smile and shook my hand.

“Pleasure to meet you Abi,” I added.

“You too Jason,” She gave me another smile. We were interrupted by someone clearing their throat rather loudly. I again had to do the seat shuffle with a very self-important middle aged woman who looked less than impressed at sharing her seat with two young troublemakers—not that she said so but I just assumed she expected anyone who didn’t have grey hair to be troublemakers. She had one of those haircuts that screamed “I want to speak to your manager!” and I was glad I wasn’t seated next to her as she took the window seat.

Once everyone was seated and buckled in, the plane began to taxi onto the runway. This was always my favourite part of flying, the rush of speed as the plane hurtled forward and lifted a bunch of humans into the air to travel great distances in little time–it really was a remarkable thing. It looked like Abi didn’t share my enthusiasm for take-off; I noticed her hands gripped her arm rests so tight it looked like it must hurt, and her gaze was fixated on the back of the chair in-front of her.

“Not a fan of flying?” I asked, offering a smile to the pretty blonde.

“What gave it away?” She asked, forcing a chuckle.

“Just a hunch,” I added.

“I’ve never flown alone,” she said, eyes still fixed on the seat in-front of her.

“Well, you aren’t alone,” I said, far more smoothly than I thought I was capable of. Abi took her eyes off the seat in-front of her and gave me a smile.

“Thank you.” She looked thoughtful for a moment then added. “This is going to sound crazy, but would you mind if I held your hand?” She looked down, her cheeks reddening slightly. ” I know I must sound like a baby, but it’s always helped when I held my dad’s hand during take-off.”

I once more sent a praise to the heavens for such a moment.

“Not a problem,” I said and rested my hand over hers. She quickly laced her fingers through mine and gave my hand a firm squeeze.

“Just tell me if I squeeze to tight. I don’t mean to,” Abi said.

“It’s fine, I can handle it,” I replied.

Handle it I did, although for a girl of about fifty kilos she had one hell of a grip. During the worst of the take-off I thought she was going to break every bone in my hand. But I handled it like a boss, not once complaining or even shaking my throbbing hand once she released her vice-like hold. She apologised constantly for the first few minutes, but I kept reassuring her that I was fine. I was just happy to have this cute blonde sitting next to me, talking to me.

The stewardess came by, passing out drinks and snacks, I ordered a coke—the flight only being a couple hours, I didn’t bother ordering any food.

“So where are you off to?” Abi asked me.

“Just back home. You?” I replied.

“Same. My semester is finished so I’m going to stay with my parents until I go back next year,” she added.

“What are you studying?” I said after taking a swig of my coke.

“Nursing,” She said with a smile. “I like helping people.”

I pictured her wearing one of those slutty nurse outfits. I banished that thought quickly as to not embarrass myself with a boner in the middle of the flight home.

“That’s cool, we can always do with more nurses,” I said.

“Were you just visiting Melbourne?” Abi asked.

“No, I was living there but I decided it was time to head back home,” I replied. Not wanting to bring up the fact I’d pretty much been dumped by both my girlfriend and my best friend. “I’ll be staying at my parents’ place with my little sister until I find an apartment,” I added.

“Well at least you have some family to stay with,” she said, and smiled again. She really was a friendly girl. Pretty too.

“Yeah it should be great,” I said without a hint of sarcasm I wanted to use. It was always difficult for some people to understand just how troublesome it was to be around my family.

We passed the rest of the flight with idle chat. I found out she enjoyed video games like I did and even did some twitch streaming, and although neither of us had that much of a love for music, we had a few similar tastes. By the time the flight touched down I wished it was another few hours so I could continue talking to the blonde beauty. But in no time, we were rising from our seats and exiting the cabin. We walked to collect our luggage exited the airport together.

“Well that’s my dad waiting,” She said. Pointing to a middle-aged man wearing sunglasses, standing beside a bright red sports car. He was wearing a tan leather jacket and looked to be in the middle of a mid-life crisis.

“Maybe I’ll see you round?” Abi added. Giving me a small wave.

“Yeah, sure thing. Nice to meet you Abi,” I replied. As she walked to her father, giving the man a big hug. I started kicking myself that I hadn’t asked for her phone number. The chances of me running into her again were slim to none in the city the size of Sydney. I sighed and looked about. I didn’t expect to see my parents, but I was kind of hoping my little sister had come to pick me up—rather than expecting me to get a taxi—but no luck.

I jumped into the first taxi I came across and gave him my home address.

Before long we were in the middle of the hustle and bustle of Sydney traffic. I mostly tuned out the taxi drivers attempts at conversation and the beeps and honks of the Sydney motorists commuting home from work or on their way somewhere. I always found it incredible overwhelming how so many people could be needing to go to so many different places all at the same time—it’s as if the government paid them to just drive around all day and block up the roads. The vehicles stopped being people and more like a piece of the city’s scenery.

I’d never really visited Bondi before and wasn’t too familiar with where the taxi driver was taking me, but it seemed like the longest route possible.

We pulled up to a large apartment complex that read Vanity House. I thought it was appropriately named knowing my mother and father. I checked and rechecked the address quickly before paying the ludicrous fare and leaving the taxi. I approached the buildings main entrance and re-read the email from my mother. I was meant to buzz apartment one and speak to Mike the building manager. Who would give me an access pass and a key, I slung my bag over my shoulder and pressed the buzzer for apartment one, waited a few moments, then pressed it again.

“What?” Said a very irritated sounding man.

“Hi, uh… My name’s Jason, Jason Parks. I’m meant to get a key to my folks place from you,” I replied. Keeping my tone as polite as I could.

“Oh shit! That’s today?” The man replied. “I’ll be right out, just a minute,” he added.

I sat against a low brick wall that lined the walkway to the apartment’s entrance as I waited and flicked through photos of my ex on my phone. I was once again struggling with deleting the photos of my ex and I—some of just her in nothing but a smile. I probably should delete them, but I just hadn’t been able to bring myself to get rid of them yet. Plus, they may come in handy for some spank bank material in the coming days. Although I’d rather just see Abi again.

Before I could get lost daydreaming about the pretty blonde girl I’d met on the plane, the door to the apartment complex burst open with a rush of giggling girls in skimpy bikinis. Behind them was a super tanned man in his thirties wearing nothing but his swim shorts and a pair of sunglasses.

“Alright you lot. I’ll see you ladies down on the beach,” he said to the girls, and they waved back to him before heading off. I stared after them for a minute; the over-abundance of female flesh was a surprise to me.

“Quite a lot ain’t they?” The man said. I looked over to him. His sunglasses sitting on his head as his eyes stared at the retreating backsides of the girls. “Eighteen and sweet,” he added. More to himself.

“Yeah, they were pretty hot,” I replied. Not sure what else to say.

“So, you’re little Jason?” He said. Turning his attention to me. “I’m Mike,” he held his hand out to me. I stood and shook his hand. I’d been known as little Jason through high school since I was much shorter and skinnier than most of the guys in my year. Even though by the time I graduated I had sprouted to six-foot tall—I wasn’t a giant, but it was better than my measly five foot six I’d been through most of high school—the name always stuck since I was still stick thin. That was something I’d also changed since moving away. I’d learned the importance of physical health and worked to keep myself in shape and had quite a healthy diet. I was still a pasty white fucker though; no point in giving myself skin cancer just to look like an older leather handbag, like Mike.

“Yeah, that’s me,” I replied.

“Well come on, I’ll show you the place,” Mike said.

I waited in the hall while he went into his apartment, which sat right next to the main entrance. When he came out, he handed me a key card and a set of keys.

“The card gets you into the building and activates the elevator. Each card is setup to allow tenants to the floor of their apartment only,” Mike instructed.

I followed the super tanned Mike into the elevator, and he pointed to a small black pad beside the door. It was circular and raised off-of the smooth metal that was polished to a mirror finish.

“Just swipe your card over that and the elevator will take you to your floor,” he added.

I held the card in front of the sensor and heard it beep, a small green light flashing as the doors closed and the elevator car started ascending.

“You’re gonna love this place, it’s a real pimp den,” Mike said. A shit eating grin plastered across his face. I already didn’t like the guy; the fact he had a bunch of barely legal teenagers in his apartment and that my sister was living here had me on edge around him already.

“I’m only staying till I find my own place,” I replied.

We continued the rest of the short trip in silence, which suited me fine. The doors opened with a chime and we stepped out into a small hallway. There were two doors other than the elevator. The one to the right was a metal door with an exit sign above it and another on the door signalling the stairs to the building.

“Does that lock?” I asked. Pointing to the fire escape stairs.

“Yeah, the key with the red head opens that, but only people living on the floor get access to the keys for your floor,” he replied.

“Do you have the keys to them?” I asked.

“Yeah, I have to for my job,” he finished. His smile made me a little uneasy.

The other door was a set of double doors with no visible handle. I approached it and looked across the smooth wooden surface for a keyhole but saw nothing; not even a door handle. Then I noticed a keyhole to the right of the doors. I picked out the other key on the keyring, inserted it, and twisted. The doors clicked and swung inwards like something from a James Bond movie. I knew my parents had money, but I didn’t know they would buy something so extravagant; was it to protect them from someone, or was it just a prestige thing? I shrugged and decided that I didn’t really care; I would put up with the over the top security for a short while.

“Well, thanks for showing me the apartment,” I said, turning to Mike. He displayed an annoyed expression; obviously he was expecting me to invite him in—probably for a beer—and to try and get chummy with me while my folks were away. Not going to happen pal, I thought to myself.

“I’ll see you round,” I said, and entered the apartment without waiting for a reply. Inside I saw a button beside the door frame and tapped it. The doors swung closed, a muffled click sounding as the locking mechanism slid into place.

“Okay, that’s pretty fucking cool,” I said to myself.

I turned to take in the apartment’s main room. This one room alone was larger than my whole apartment back home. The entire eastern wall was glass. I saw no curtains and wondered how someone would get some privacy, but being on the top floor, you probably didn’t need much. I looked about and wondered if the apartment took up the entire floor; I’d always known penthouse suites could take entire apartment floors on their own, but I never imagined I would be standing in one, let alone living in one for any period of time. The amount of money my father must have spent on this place would probably make me cry—considering he made me pay for half of my first car. I bet he bought Tori a brand-new convertible for her eighteenth.

Off to my left was a massive kitchen island counter with a gleaming marble top. The oven looked like you could climb inside it and take a nap with room to move, the drawers and cupboard doors were a rich mahogany. All the kitchen appliances were the same solid stainless-steel finish. To my right was a set of modern stylized stairs with no hand railing leading up to a second floor that seemed to just a catwalk of sorts overlooking the living area. Past the kitchen was the living room, which was lower than the rest of the apartment. Two steps that ran the length of the living area lowered whoever walked down them into a carefully laid out entertainment arrangement.

Mounted on the left-hand wall was a flat screen television that I almost took for the actual wall with how huge it was. Facing it was a set of neatly spaced recliners along with a long, curved leather couch that looked like a C. Against the right wall were two monstrous bookshelves lined with leather bound novels all meticulously placed in order of volume and edition—my father was many things but a stupid man he was not. I guess I got my love of reading and learning from him; it definitely wasn’t my mother—who was more of a trophy wife than anything now that I thought about it.

In between the two bookshelves was a wooden bar where decanters, bottles, and glasses were stacked in an orderly fashion. The rich wood glowed and the sunlight streaming in through the open windows glinted off the glass, displaying the rich alcohol in each container. Some of those I bet were worth more than my car. A large, polished wood dining table took up the floor space before the bookcases. Six matching chairs lined each side, with two slightly more regal chairs sat at the head and foot of the table. The décor screamed of my mother’s touch. She seemed to believe herself some sort of royalty.

As I took the steps down to the living area, I noticed to my left and right—before the steps—were doorways, which I figured led to bedrooms or bathrooms. The living room and kitchen were impossibly big, and I imagined that the bedrooms were the same.

The house was impressive and moderately decorated, having a more modern, rich feel than the old-fashioned money feel that I was used to associating with my father.

I dumped my bag onto the floor and flopped onto the couch. I was exhausted after getting up early after a night of bad sleep. The flight and the hour-long cab ride here. It felt like I’d worked a twelve-hour day, and I was soon snoring once I laid still. My dreams were filled with Abi and her beautiful smile.

Chapter 2.

I woke up to the clicking sound of the front door and a gaggle of voices intruded my sleep. I sat up and was momentarily disoriented, the unfamiliar room confusing me while my brain hit the snooze button. The voices got louder—more excitable—and generally just irritating. So that even the thought of them being pretty girls couldn’t make up for the sheer annoyance.

I stood up and rubbed my eyes. I guessed my sister was home, and she brought some of her friends with her. I wasn’t looking forward to seeing the little brat again, and I was equally anxious about meeting anyone she called a friend. But I would be civil, for now. Then my eyes fell on the group of girls. There were five of them in total, and each one of them was a solid ten while still being unique from each other.

The girls hadn’t noticed me, so I took a moment to study them, trying to pick my sister out.

The girl on the far right was short and petite, she wore a skimpy black two-piece bikini that contrasted her milky white skin. Her hair was long and framed her face in a mass of curls, and she had a natural resting bitch face, but her pouty lips looked to be made for kissing.

Next to her was a busty Asian girl with breasts that looked far too large for her thin frame—not that I was complaining since her skimpy top was struggling to keep her assets contained. Her hair was straight and black, and hung down to her cute little butt. She was chatting to a blonde beach beauty who wore a modest-looking Australian flag bikini that supported her impressive bust. Her hips and thighs were impossibly wide and thick while keeping her stomach flat and toned—she obviously spent as much time on her squats as she did maintaining her perfect tan, because her ass was the thing of dreams. She was smiling as she spoke, and her pearly whites shone as bright as her deep blue eyes.

Beside her was a tall red head. She had an athletic build, but with curves in all the right places. Her suit was a green one piece with an oval cut out to expose her insanely toned stomach along with her small but round and perky breasts. Her legs went on for days, and freckles dotted her shoulders and crossed the bridge of her nose, drawing attention to her gorgeous green eyes.

Last one in the gaggle of hot girls—probably because she was much shorter than the others—was a sexy little tanned hottie, whose dark chestnut hair was pulled back into a neat ponytail that hung down to her ass. Her impressively perky breasts strained against the bikini top which, while still being skimpy, seemed far more modest than some of the other girls’ chosen swimwear. She had a dazzling smile and gorgeous brown eyes. She seemed to almost vanish amongst the taller girls, but there was something about that face, those lips and that perfect smile. Wide lensed glasses sat on her nose and only added to her cute, sexy look. She probably thought they made her look nerdy and didn’t even need them.

That’s when I remembered I wasn’t just looking at a group of sexy girls, I was looking at my sister and a group of sexy girls. I tried to recall the last time I’d seen my sister and what she looked like: most importantly I remembered her being short, with that same dark chestnut hair I had. Inwardly I groaned for checking out my baby sister; I blamed it on still being half asleep and shoved the thoughts aside. They still hadn’t noticed me as they milled about in the kitchen, chatting so fast they may as well have been speaking another language.

I cleared my throat and did the only thing I could think of.

“Hey Tori,” I said and waved to the girls.

I suddenly felt very small as the group of hotties turned their gaze on me. I was unsure of how to feel as I was stared down by this group of tens. The petite girl studied me with interest, but the redhead looked annoyed and a little disgusted at seeing a man here, like I was intruding. The blonde eyed me like a hungry animal did some fresh meat, and the Asian girl looked disinterested. Out of all I think the blonde scared me the most.

My sister though, she let out a squeal and ran for me, a smile plastered to her face as she launched herself off the top of the step down. She threw her arms around my neck and hugged me, nearly driving me backwards with the force of the collision.

“JACE!! YOU’RE BACK!!” She squealed in my ear. I wrapped my arms around her waist instinctively and felt her warm, silky flesh. She must have been sunbathing because her skin was slick, and she smelled of coconut oil.

“Hey Tori,” I replied as I set her on her feet. She really hadn’t grown too much since I’d seen her last; she still only came up to my nose, but she’d definitely grown out. She had a perfect flat stomach, an impressive bust for her size that fit her proportion perfectly, and her slim waist tapered out to meet defined hips and an ass which, while it wasn’t thick, was firm and round.

“What the fuck are you doing here,” Tori said. Grabbing my face, turning it this way and that. “You look good with stubble. You should grow a beard,” she added. I hadn’t shaved in a couple of day. I hadn’t needed to without my job, and since my ex hated facial hair—I thought it might be nice to try it out.

“Don’t you think girls?” Tori said, turning to her friends. The blonde nodded and smiled, the rest added noncommittal agreement and went back to chatting like I wasn’t there.

Tori was looking up at me and smiling, her hands fidgeting by her sides. I didn’t know what I was expecting when I came home, but this definitely wasn’t it. My sister seemed genuinely happy to see me, which would have been fine if we’d grown up with any sort of sibling bond or love, but we were so different and always at odds end with each other that her current demeanour completely threw me off guard.

“Good to see you too,” I said. “Didn’t mum and dad tell you I was coming home?” I yawned and rubbed my eyes again in an attempt to keep them off the banquet of flesh before me; the last thing I wanted was to pop a boner while talking to my sister and her all-star friends.

“No, they didn’t say anything,” she replied. She was twirling the end of her long ponytail between her fingers as she spoke.

“That’s strange… Oh well, they must have forgotten,” I said, chancing a quick glance to Tori’s friends. The blonde had her arm around the redhead’s waist as they posed for a photo. I pulled my eyes back to my sister to stop any stray thoughts.

“How long are you visiting for?” Tori asked, a knowing smile creeping across her face as she realised what I was glancing at.

“I’m actually moving back to Sydney. Melbourne isn’t right for me. I’ll just be staying here until I find an apartment of my own,” I replied.

“Oh, that’s awesome!” Tori said, clapping her hands together. “You’ve got to meet my friends,” she grabbed me by the hand and pulled me into the kitchen.

“This is Hayley.” She pointed to the petite brunette, who offered a smile and a small wave. She really kept up that resting bitch face.

“That’s Lucy,” she introduced the Asian girl.

“Nice to meet you,” she said with a smile. Her English was great, but she still held a strong accent that I suspected was Japanese.

“Then there’s—” Before Tori could finish introducing her, the curvaceous blonde sauntered across to me, wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me into a hug. She was only a little taller than my sister once I saw them closer together. I put my arms around her waist to return the hug and I could feel her entire body pressing against mine. The hug only lasted a few seconds, but it left me with an awkward half boner. She smelled of coconut oil, sand, and saltwater.

“I’m Vicky,” she said with a perfect smile, her eyes flicking down to my crotch before returning to my face.

“It’s..uh..a pleasure to meet you Vicky,” I replied, a little overwhelmed by her friendly nature, especially when confronted with the other girls. Vicky looped her arm through mine and turned to the face last girl. “That’s my sister Liz,” Vicky said, pointing to the tall redhead. She offered me a smile and a wave but didn’t come any closer. Liz was easily taller than the rest—probably as tall as I was—but she had an amazingly toned body and the pale skin only a redhead could have. I’d bet she used a lot of sunscreen to stop from burning.

“Nice to meet you, Liz.” I said, trying to sound as friendly as possible. She looked a little nervous with me here and I guessed she might not have had much experience with guys, or maybe she liked girls. I wasn’t going to judge.

Tori came up to my free side and looped her arm through mine, mimicking Vicky’s action. I suddenly had a gorgeous half naked girl on either arm, something I never thought would happen in a hundred years.

“So why didn’t you tell me your brother was such a babe, Tori?” Vicky asked. Looking past me to my sister.

“I haven’t seen him in years,” She replied. “He was a bit of a dork back then,” She added with a cheeky smile. I still wasn’t sure what to make of my sister’s behaviour, but the open compliment from Vicky disarmed me enough to forget about it.

“No excuse Tor-tor,” Vicky said, waggling her finger at my sister. Both the girls giggled and then I was being dragged back to the living room and seated in one of the recliners. The other girls took spots on the couch and kept to themselves. My sister took the recliner next to me and Vicky perched her perfect ass on the arm of the recliner, draping her arm across my shoulders.

“So, what brings you back home Jace?” Tori asked, as she gave her friend a disapproving look but didn’t comment on her choice of seating—Vicky ignored said look.

“I got offered a redundancy,” I replied. “Decided I was done with Melbourne, and got on a plane home,” I added. Glossing over the exact details again.

“What about your girlfriend?” My sister replied. I hadn’t realised she even knew I had a girlfriend.

“We split up,” I said casually. I could almost feel Vicky’s stare on me. She was pretty intense.

“Oh, that’s a shame,” Tori replied. She didn’t sound to upset by the news, and maybe even a little relieved.

“Yeah, shit happens,” I said. Trying my best to sound as care-free as possible. I usually didn’t care what people think of me, but I really didn’t want these girls to think I was some loser, even if I was—just a bit.

“Viiicckkkyyyy, Let’s go already,” Liz said. Getting to her feet. “We only came back because you left your wallet,” the redhead added, tugging on her blonde sister’s hand.

“Oh yeah, fuck I forgot about that,” Vicky said. “Hey Jason, Wanna come for a swim?” Liz rolled her eyes and slumped back into her seat. I saw similar looks on the other girls faces too. I was getting the impression Vicky was like this a lot.

“Nah, I got a few things I have to do,” I replied. In truth I had jack shit I needed to do, but I needed a moment away from the jungle of female flesh to get my thoughts together. I also wanted to set my laptop up on the wi-fi so I could get some gaming in; my buddies would be on and already started by now.

“Suit yourself,” Vicky said with a smile, then planted a kiss on my cheek before standing up.

“Come on girls,” Vicky announced. “We’re wasting daylight,” she added, as if it wasn’t her holding everyone up.

“I’ll catch up with you guys,” Tori said as they all gathered to leave. “Buzz Mike to let you back in if I don’t see you guys before you come back,” she added as the four girls turned to leave. They were as spectacular leaving as they were coming. Vicky’s ass cheeks bounced with each step, her hips swaying with exaggerated movement. The blonde gave me a smile over her shoulder before disappearing through the front door.

“I’m so sorry about her,” Tori said as she stood up and held her hand out to me. “She’s pretty crazy sometimes,” She added.

“It’s fine, it really is,” I said. Standing up and taking her hand. It felt odd to hold my sister’s hand; I never did that before, not even when we were little.

“Come on, I’ll show you where you’ll be staying.” She started off, dragging me behind her. We went down the right-side hallway before the living room, the sliding door to the hallway opening and closing without a sound. The hallway was narrow, with three doors along the sides, two on one side and one on the other that was between the two.

“That’s my room,” Tori pointed to the first door. “That’s yours,” she indicated the second door. “This is the bathroom.” She opened the single door and I was greeted by a monstrous room. The floor and walls were polished black tiles, a huge bathtub sat in the corner of the room that could easily fit six people—ten if you squeezed in tight. Next to the tub was a counter running the length of the room with two large mirrors fastened to the wall, hanging over two bowls, set into the wooden counter that acted as sinks. A toilet was in the opposite corner of the bathtub and it even had a privacy curtain that was pulled open. But what caught my attention was the glass wall that ran the entire length of the final wall. A door opened on one end and through the frosty glass I could make out three huge shower heads hanging from the ceiling and what looked to be jets along the tiled walls; it was easily the biggest shower I’d ever seen outside a group shower at a gym. I had no idea why anyone would need something so big, but I was pretty eager to try it out.

“Pretty impressive isn’t it?” Tore said, her beautiful lips twitching up into a smile. She closed the bathroom door, walked to the end of the hall, and opened the door to what was going to be my room.

“Vicky was going to be staying here but I’ll put her in my room,” Tori said, and I wondered if the other girl would get mad at being shifted around for me.

“I can crash on the couch, it’s really no problem,” I said. Not wanting to rock the boat.

“Nonsense, you’re my brother. Besides, Vicky will sleep anywhere,” she said with a shrug. With the looks the blonde bombshell was giving me, I silently agreed with my little sister.

I poked my head through the bedroom door and had a look around. The room was spacious with a modern décor that matched the rest of the house; the bed was king sized with black sheets and sat relatively close to the ground. The far wall was glass with a sliding door set on the right-hand side, leading out to a balcony. A table and chair were the room’s only other furnishings, but the free wall had floor-to-ceiling sliding doors that I assumed were the built-in wardrobe. It was more than enough for me.

“Look’s good. I’ll take it,” I said with a grin.

“It’s in a great neighbourhood,” Tori replied. “The neighbours can be a bit much though,” she added, keeping on with the joke.

“God damn we’re fucking lame,” I said as we both burst out laughing.

“Yeah, but it’s okay to be lame sometimes,” Tori said after she recovered. I was suddenly struck with how beautiful she was, and how pleasant she was to spend time with. She was nothing like I remembered, and I started to wonder if I even remembered my baby sister properly; had I been holding a grudge against her for nothing all these years? What had I missed by staying away? Regardless of who she was back then, she was wonderful now, and I would make up for my absent years now.

“Hey how about I order some pizza for tonight? We can have a few drinks now you’re eighteen and we can catch up,” I suggested. She smiled and hugged me around the waist.

“I’d love that Jace,” She looked up at me and I was hit with the sudden urge to lean down and kiss those perfect lips—I didn’t—she was my little sister after all. I guess I needed to get some alone time and jerk off; the buffet of female body’s from earlier had really gotten my juices flowing.

“Awesome, you go catch up with your friends. I’ll go for a walk and get some drinks and pick up some pizzas,” I said, making the plans for tonight.

“Sure,” Tori replied, looking very excited. “Oh, and don’t walk, take dad’s car. Keys are in a bowl by the front door. Your card will let you gain access to the garage.” She was still hugging my waist, so I put an arm around her shoulders.

“Won’t dad get pissed off it I drive his car?” I asked. Knowing there was nothing more sacred to my father than his cars.

“He’ll never know,” she replied. “If he does. I’ll say I drove it,” she added with a shrug. I knew this could be some plan to get me in shit with our dad: get me to drive the car, then snitch on me when they get home, but I wasn’t getting that feeling from her right now.

“Daddy’s little girl as always,” I said in a mocking tone.

“Damn right,” Tori replied, sticking her tongue out at me. “It has it perks.” She smiled.

We headed back to the living room and separated. Tori picked up her towel from the kitchen bench and headed to the front door.

“We’ll be back in a couple of hours,” she said over her shoulder.

“Sure thing. I’ll have everything ready, are the others staying?” I asked.

“No. Liz has to work tonight, Hayley will probably go stay at her boyfriends since her mum is out of town, and she’s Lucy’s ride.” She listed off the other girls.

“Oh cool, well I’ll grab enough for the three of us,” I said.

“Remember, barbecue meat lovers,” my sister reminded me. I wouldn’t have forgotten her favourite pizza even if she was the worst sibling in the world when we were kids, because it was also my favourite.

“Done and done,” I said, giving her a wave as she vanished out the front door, my eyes temporarily drifted down to check out her perfect little ass.

“Fucking hell man,” I said to myself.

I packed away the meagre belongings I had brought with me and set my laptop to charge. I didn’t have the wi-fi password so there was no gaming for me for now. I tried out the fancy shower my folks had installed in the bathroom. It took me a good five minutes to figure out how to even turn the thing on. There was a touch screen panel on the wall just outside the shower and looked to be one the same inside the massive cubicle. I touched the screen and it lit up with a display. It looked to have saved settings in the system, so I touched one and the shower started up. Before long the entire shower cubicle was filled with steam.

When I stepped into the shower it felt like I was walking into a sauna, but there was more water spraying everywhere. It turns out the jets on the walls of the shower were a mix of steam and water jets; it felt like walking through a car wash as every part of my body was being massaged with steaming hot water. It felt amazing but I decided next time I would pick a lower temperature. My sister loved showers so hot you could cook ramen noodles, not I.

I washed up and exited the shower, shutting the water and jets off. I’d contemplated jerking off, but I had too much to do. My erection was gone for now, so I didn’t see the point. I could always do it later if shit got too intense. I dried myself off and got dressed in some clean clothes.

To fit the summer fashion, I pulled on a pair of swim shorts and a singlet before slipping my shoes and socks on. I was already feeling more relaxed here than I had in Melbourne the last couple of years. Once dressed, I grabbed my wallet, keys and sunglasses. My phone was dead, so I decided to leave it on charge in my room with my laptop. I grabbed up the keys next to the front door and jumped in the elevator. Tori was right, the key card allowed me to pick the lobby floor or the garage floor. I hit the button for the garage and waiting as the lift descended smoothly, the doors opening with a chime.

The garage wasn’t huge—maybe enough spaces for a couple dozen cars—but it was secure and private. I looked at the car key I’d picked up for the first time and saw what I was looking for. It was a BMW key and it looked new; no visible key was showing but I assumed it had one of those emergency keys inside the remote somewhere, I pressed the unlock button and I saw lights flash on a vehicle by the exit gate. I approached the car and was thoroughly impressed with what I was going to be driving.

My dad had gotten himself one of the brand new 8-series, the garage lights reflecting off-of the glossy black finish as I moved around the vehicle, admiring it.

“Not bad dad,” I whispered to myself before opening the door and climbing in. I placed my wallet and keys in the centre console and pushed the start button. The dash lights illuminated at the engine’s start and I ran my hands over the steering wheel while I took in the moment.

“I could get used to this,” I said to myself.

I found the door remote and pressed the singular button, the garage gate rolled to the side smoothly and off I went.

The drive was short, but I enjoyed it. I wasn’t much for cars, but I did enjoy a nice luxury car, and I definitely liked the feeling of driving them. I headed to the nearest pizza place I could find, relying on the car’s GPS since I left my phone at home. It was busy, which was a good sign. I ordered three pizzas: a meat lover’s I’d share with Tori, a pepperoni, and a chicken pizza, hoping Vicky wasn’t a vegan or gluten intolerant. I went for a walk while I waited for the pizzas to cook and picked up a couple of six packs of beer. I wasn’t much of a drinker, but I did have a preference for wheat beers. I grabbed a bottle of vodka also—in case the girls didn’t like beer. As I was leaving the bottle shop, I spotted a familiar blonde across the road, it was Abi, from the plane. I smiled at seeing the pretty blonde girl and thought it such a coincidence that I would see her again so soon, in a city this size. I considered going across to say hello, but then I saw that she was speaking to a man, they looked very friendly and she kept smiling and laughing at what he was saying. As much as I wanted to see her again, I wasn’t going to butt in on a date.

Maybe it just wasn’t meant to be.

I headed back to pick up the pizzas, then I loaded the car up and headed back to the apartment. Once home and parked, I loaded the drinks into the three pizza boxes and caught the elevator to the top floor. The front door was wide open, and I could hear the sounds of people talking and laughing. I placed the food and drinks on the kitchen counter and walked over to the living area, where the girls were sitting around. It looked like Lucy and Hayley had already left, but Liz sat with Tori on the couch while Vicky was standing up, flicking through the channels on the enormous television.

“Jace! you’re back!” Tori said, bounding off the couch, past me and into the kitchen, tearing open the first pizza box she got to. “I’m sooo hungry,” she said with a mouthful of pizza.

“So am I,” Vicky said, leering at me as she passed, licking her lips. I’d been back for about thirteen seconds and already the blonde beach babe had my cock waking up from his nap.

“Yeah, let’s eat,” I said. Then turned to Liz. “You’re welcome to some too,” I added with a smile. I wanted to make her feel comfortable with me.

“Thanks, but I better get to work.” The athletic redhead rose to her feet—graceful as a dancer—and gave her sister and mine a hug before leaving. She did give me a smile as she left, which was progress.

“I get the feeling she doesn’t like me much,” I said to the girls.

“She takes a bit to warm up to anyone,” Tori said, handing me a plate with some pizza on it.

“Especially guys,” Vicky added. Mostly ignoring her pizza and choosing to pour her a vodka and orange juice. “Want one Tor?” She asked my sister. Tori shook her head, a mouth full of pizza. “What about you stud?” Vicky asked me.

“No, thanks. I’ll just have a beer,” I said, pulling one of the bottles free and placing the rest in the fridge. I opened the bottle and took a swig of the thick wheat beer.

We passed the next few hours with some light drinking and telling of stories, it was mostly me listening to the two girls talk about their hijinks in school and who did what, who dated who. Rarely did they ask me about what I had gotten up to, but I was fine with that since most of it was pretty boring.

“So, who was this girl you were dating?” Vicky asked me, and it took me a second to realise she was asking me a question.

“Oh, her?” I said. “No one important now,” I added, wanting to take the light off the topic of my previous relationship.

“Are you seeing anyone else?” Vicky asked. She looked quite interested in the answer, and for that matter so did my sister.

“No one else. There was a girl I met on the plane, but I didn’t even get her number,” I replied. I must have had more to drink than I thought because I said way more than I wanted to.

“Ooo what’s her name?” Vicky asked. “What’s she like?” added Tori. “Is she hot?” finished Vicky.

“Her name’s Abi, she’s really nice and yeah…she’s quite pretty,” I responded to both the girls.

“Is she as pretty as me?” Asked Vicky, who looked more than a little tipsy.

“She’s a different kind of pretty to you,” I replied. “I couldn’t say who was more attractive because you’re both so different, it would be like choosing who was more attractive between you and—” I thought for a moment of one of the other girls names, but the only one who came to mind was right here. “Tori.” I completed my line of thought, then heard how creepy it sounded. Vicky looked at me thoughtfully and Tori was even smiling.

“So, who’s older out of you and Liz?” I asked Vicky, desperately looking for a conversation changer.

“We’re twins. Technically she is older, but only by about ten minutes or so,” She replied.

From first look you could easily tell the girls were sisters, even though they had a massive height difference, body shape, and even hair and eye colour. They had similar jaw lines and facial structure, but that’s as far as the resemblance went. They were obviously close in age, but I never picked on them being twins. I just expected Liz was the older sibling hanging out with her younger sister and her friends; she seemed a little more mature.

“Wow, twins…I never would have picked it,” I said.

“Not many do,” Vicky replied, taking a long drink from her glass. “Hey, we should get in the hot tub!” The blonde added excitedly.

“Yeah let’s go!” Tori responded. She sounded a little drunk herself; I’d have to keep an eye on her drinking to make sure she didn’t overdo it.

“Let’s do it,” I said, deciding for once just to let shit go the way it goes and have some fun. Who knew, maybe if I pretended to have some fun, I would.

I found out the hot tub—which I hadn’t known existed until a few minutes ago—was out on the main balcony of the apartment. So there I sat, in a steamy, bubbly hot tub, drinking with two gorgeous girls. The fact that one was my sister was irrelevant, this was still one of the greatest nights in my life.

“Ahhh yeah, this is better,” I heard Vicky say. I had my eyes closed and was relaxing in the water, letting the jets massage my body, but when I opened my eyes I was greeted with a very lovely sight. Vicky had removed her bikini top, and her tits hung out in the open, displaying all their glory. And glorious they were.

“You’re such a ho Vicky,” My sister said with a laugh.

“You should try it, it’s liberating,” Vicky said. Giving me a wink.

“Maybe I will,” Tori replied, and then she pulled her own top off and tossed it onto the deck.

I sat stunned and tried to avoid looking at my sisters naked chest, but if I wasn’t looking at hers, I was looking at Vicky’s, and I didn’t want to ogle either girl’s breasts. I felt my erection grow and tent my shorts. I would have closed my eyes, but I didn’t want to make it obvious this was having such an effect on me, so I did the only thing I could think of.

I looked Vicky in the eyes.

“Yeah I know right, feels good to get the girls out,” I replied, rubbing my hand across my chest. I got the desired effect and had both girls laughing. When I could, I stole a quick glance at my sister’s bare chest. Her breasts were impossibly perky and full, much larger than I first thought they were. I looked back to Vicky’s and marvelled at the giant orbs as they seemed to float on the surface of the water, as if Vicky was holding them up to show them off. From what I’d learned about the girl so far, that seemed like the most likely scenario. That’s when I noticed both girl’s nipples were erect, was it the cool air or something else. I mentally shrugged and pushed the thought aside.

After another hour or so in the tub I was feeling drunk, hot, and more than a little horny with the tits on display. I decided it was time I head to bed, jerk off, and fall asleep.

“Well, that’s me done for the night,” I said, standing in the water. I had been sitting with my erection for so long that I totally forgot about it, and now it was on display for the girls, threatening to burst through my swim trunks. Now there were few things in life I was confident about, but my cock was one of them. It was no freakshow porn star cock, but like most young me, I’d measured it. Eight inches on a full erection, thick as well. So thick my ex-girlfriend had always had trouble taking it and had not once taking it the whole way—no one had. Both girls stared at my noticeable bulge. Vicky had that same hungry look in her eyes, but Tori was also biting her bottom lip, just a bit, as she eyed my cock. I figured we were all drunk, plus I was eyeing her tits before, so it was just normal, nothing wrong with it.

“Night ladies,” I said, as I quickly made my escape.

“Wow,” I heard someone say, unsure of which girl as I closed the door and headed to my room. In desperate need to whack one out and get some sleep, I was way too fucking horny.

Chapter 3.

Last thing I remembered after the hot tub was falling onto my bed, then nothing. I thought I must be dreaming, because I could have sworn I could feel a mouth around my dick. I moaned as the warm wetness enveloped the tip of my member, the delicate hands working my long shaft. My mind had even worked up a moan for me as the dream girl filled her mouth with my manhood. I was in the half state of sleep, the dream feeling so real that I hung onto my fleeting sleep as best I could, savouring the wonderful feeling. My ex had never enjoyed giving blowjobs, so I rarely got to experience them. I must have fallen asleep before I was able to address the issue of my overwhelmed libido, and now my brain was trying to remedy the situation. Well, when in Rome.

I slid my hand down my naked stomach to grasp my cock and pump out a much-needed orgasm; maybe I could stop ogling my baby sister once I cleared my mind. Instead of finding my cock, I found someone’s hair. I opened my eyes and looked down, now fully awake. The light from the rising sun was still dim, but I could make out the sandy blonde hair of Vicky, her sky-blue eyes staring up at me as she pulled my cock from between her luscious lips.

“Good morning Jason,” she said, licking her lips. “I hope you don’t mind. I was a little hungry.” She licked the tip of my cock, dragging a moan from my throat, then she plunged my throbbing erection into her mouth again, taking more than half the entire shaft in one smooth motion. My back arched and I grasped her head, taking handfuls of her wavy hair in my hands as I instinctively tried to fit more and more of my rod into her mouth. The blonde beauty obliged by working my cock deeper into her throat until it was completely gone—vanished like a magic trick—her nose touching against my pubic hair.

This girl had skills.

“Holy fuck,” I whispered to the room. Her throat squeezing my cock impossibly tight. I looked back down to see her staring up at me. She must have been waiting for me because as we locked eye’s she slowly drew herself up off me. I watched in awe as my eight-inch dick appeared from seemingly nowhere, drenched in her saliva. Once freed of the intrusion, Vicky sucked in a gulp of air, spitting a glob of saliva onto the tip of my penis before using both hands work to my straining muscle.

“You have the best dick I’ve ever seen,” the blonde said, expertly working my shaft with both her hands. She sat up more and straddled my legs. Her top was still gone but she was wearing a pair of blue workout shorts that hugged her hips and barely concealed her butt cheeks. My eyes fixed on her magnificent tits as she pressed them together with her arms as her hands worked me, I just wanted to grab them and fuck the shit out of those fun bags. I didn’t though, I let her lead as I was still a little groggy and maybe a little worried that if I moved, she might stop. After a few minutes of stroking my dick, Vicky shuffled back again, dipping down to take my head into her mouth once more. I desperately wanted to grab a fistful of her hair and hammer my cock down her throat again, but I let the seductive blonde work me over. Her tongue flicked over my sensitive tip while her hands worked my shaft and balls. I’d been so horny the last twenty-four hours and needed a release, but even I was surprised by how quickly she brought me to orgasm. Before long I was clutching at her hair, hips bucking, toes curling as I grunted, pouring my seed into my sister’s friend’s willing mouth.

“Uuugghh! Of fuck!” I managed to get out as her lips tightened around my pulsing dick, her hands milking me for all I was worth. A few seconds later I was completely spent, but Vicky kept my cock in my mouth and gave my length a few more strokes, hoping to drain a few more drops from my balls.

“That was fucking amazing,” I breathed out heavily.

With an audible pop, Vicky released her lock on my dick and licked up my length, kissing my tip, never once breaking eye contact with me.

“Thanks Jason,” she said, giving my deflating cock one last squeeze before bouncing off the bed, her tits doing amazing things as she moved. She picked up a discarded T shirt she must have worn to bed and pulled it on. It barely covered her thick ass cheeks and I could see her nipples poking through the shirt’s thin material. All I could do was lie there and bask in the effects of my orgasm as I watched the bubbly blonde saunter out of the room. I drifted off to sleep again as I watched her ass disappear through my open door.

I woke up maybe a few hours later with the sun beating through my bedroom windows. I looked down to see I was covered from the waist down by a bed sheet and wondered if my early morning wake-up call was just a dream. I pulled the bed sheet aside and saw I was naked underneath. I couldn’t remember if I got undressed before bed; I hoped Vicky’s visit was real and not just a dream. A knock at my door prompted me to cover myself quickly.

“Jace? You awake?” Tori said from behind the door.

“Yeah, I’m up. Come in,” I replied. I firmly tucked the sheet around me to keep myself from flashing my little sister. The door opened, and I was greeted by Tori’s smile as she poked her head into the room.

“Morning sleepy head,” she said.

“Good morning,” I replied with a smile. She came into the room and closed the door behind her. She was wearing a loose black tank top that hung off her perky breasts and showed a good deal of her flat stomach, and tiny faded denim shorts that hugged her perfect ass and displayed her tanned, toned legs. It was far more than she wore the previous day, but the outfit did nothing to dampen my sexual thoughts about my baby sister. I guess Vicky’s blowjob was a dream because I was feeling insanely horny still. I sat up in bed and raised my knees up to hide a potential erection.

“Sleep well?” Tori asked as she seated herself on the side of my bed. Her hair was down this morning, it spilled over her shoulders and looked like she’d brushed it out. I could see coppery highlights in her dark hair when the sun hit it just right, and I was struck for a moment at how beautiful she was.

“Yeah, like a baby,” I replied.

“Good. Breakfast is ready. Vicky was up early and started cooking,” Tori said.

“She doesn’t take me for the homely type,” I replied with a chuckle.

“Oh, she isn’t. I don’t know what’s up with her,” Tori replied.

“Well I won’t turn down a free cooked meal,” I said.

“We’d better take advantage of it while we can,” my sister replied. She’d placed a hand on my thigh and smiled at me. Her hand felt warm through the sheets and I desperately wanted to pull the thin linen away so I could feel her hands on my skin. But I was going to be a good big brother and not molest my baby sister.

“I’ll be out in a minute. I need to get dressed” I nodded down to the sheet covering the lower half of my body and Tori seemed to get the hint. Her hand lingered, then she pulled it away slowly and blushed.

“Okay, I’ll see you out there,” she said and hurried out the door, closing it a little harder than I thought was needed. I thought on what she’d told me about Vicky. She was up suspiciously early. I wondered again if what had happened was a dream or not. I shrugged and hopped out of bed.

I dressed quickly, throwing on a pair of grey jeans and a black t shirt.

I arrived too the kitchen to see my sister sitting on the bench top, and Vicky dishing up some scrambled eggs onto a plate with some sausage, bacon and buttered toast. The smell of the food made my stomach rumble, but the sight of the curvaceous blonde set my mouth drooling. She looked like she was ready to hit the gym with a pair of black spandex shorts that her cheeks were threatening to eat and matching push up bra that did nothing to stop the bounce of her magnificent tits. Her sandy blonde hair was tied up into a ponytail and her golden tanned skin shone with the sunlight through the living room windows. Maybe she’d already been to the gym since her skin shone with perspiration that made it incredibly hard to look away.

“Eat up,” she said with a dazzling smile. I walked past Tori and gave her a quick hug before chowing into my food. For once I wasn’t distracted by the bounty of flesh before me since I was so hungry.

After a few minutes of shovelling food into my face, I took a break and looked at the girls. Both were staring at me.

“Sorry,” I said after swallowing a mouthful of egg. “You guys not eating?” I asked. Tori was sipping from a bottle of water and shook her head.

“I already had breakfast,” Vicky said. Then she licked her lips. My sister was facing away from her, so she didn’t catch the action. It wasn’t a dream. My cock suddenly woke up and decided he wanted some breakfast too.

“So, what are you girls up to today?” I asked, focussing on my food once more and trying to keep the morning’s wake up blow job out of my mind.

“Going to have a shower, then Tor and I are going to hit the beach,” Vicky replied.

“Again?” I asked. “Weren’t you at the beach yesterday?” I finished.

“Yeah, but it’s still nice out and we want to work on our tans,” My sister replied. Sudden thoughts of my naked sister and Vicky. Laying on the white sand as their naked skin glistened with coconut oil. My dick was now screaming to be let out of the confines of my jeans.

“You should come with,” Vicky said, biting her bottom lip.

“I’m not exactly the beach going type,” I said with a chuckle. My pasty white skin wouldn’t last long in the summer sun.

“Come on Bro, it’ll be fun,” my sister begged. She’d hopped down off the bench and spent a moment pulling her shorts down to cover her ass cheeks. I must have been staring because when I looked back to Vicky, she had a curious look on her face. Fuck, she just saw me checking out my little sister. Again.

“Uhh okay. Yeah I guess I can go for a little while.” I was a little embarrassed about my pale complexion, especially when the two girls were so well tanned, but maybe it would do me some good to get some sun.

“Great, finish up and go get changed. I’m going to go shower,” Vicky said. Then she sauntered off, hips swaying enough to hypnotize me.

“I’m going to head to the shops quickly, we need more lotion,” my sister said before grabbing the car keys from the bowl beside the door. “I’ll be back before by the time everyone’s ready,” she finished.

“You sure you don’t want me to go with you?” I asked.

“Nah, it’s fine. You need to get changed, so hurry up,” she said before the front doors closed.

With no women present, I was able to stand without fear of my erection being noticed. It was pressing uncomfortably against my jeans and I was suddenly struck with the worry that I’d never be able to hide my boner in a pair of swim trunks. Maybe I could rub one out before we left? As I placed my plate in the sink and headed to my room, I noticed that the bathroom door wasn’t latched closed, and I could hear the shower running. I paused outside the door for a minute and wondered if I could get a view of the naked blonde while she showered. I opened the door enough to see inside, but I couldn’t make out anything but her silhouette behind the frosted glass of the wall length shower.

It felt kind of creepy to be trying to spy a look at my sister’s friend, but she’d been flaunting her body at me since I arrived here, not to mention the morning visit I got from her. She was quite forward and open about what she wanted, and I decided it was time I gave that a go for myself. I stepped into the bathroom and stripped my clothes off, tossing them into a pile by the door. My cock was now standing proudly at attention. I stopped for a moment and looked at myself in the mirror. I was quite muscular, lean instead of a hulking muscle man, but I could definitely do with a bit of a tan. I studied my dick for a moment. Now I wasn’t a connoisseur on the male sex organ, but I’d watched a lot of porn in my life. Being a bit of a nerd in high school didn’t give me much out a sexual outlet. But looking at my own penis, I could see why a girl might find it enjoyable, I was larger than average and straight as an arrow. I briefly wondered how it would look if I shaved.

I shook my head at the nonsense I was thinking, thinking about shaving my balls while I stood outside a shower that a smoking hot blonde babe was currently in, one that didn’t know I was even out here. I had doubts for a moment and contemplated getting dressed and slipping out, but in the end, I sucker punched those doubts and went for it.

I quietly opened the shower door and slipped inside, the cubicle was steamy and hot, so hot it stung my skin in a pleasant, cleansing way. Maybe hot showers weren’t so bad. In the middle of the long shower stood Vicky, naked and dripping wet. She hadn’t seen me yet and I was unsure how I should continue, I wasn’t going to back out now, but I wasn’t sure if I should say something snappy, walk out and just touch her. But before I could make up my mind the blonde beauty turned to me. We made eye contact, and for a moment she looked a little shocked to see me here, but she masked it quickly with a smile, her eyes darting down to my cock.

“I’ll be done in a minute” She said with a playful smile.

I thought about just waiting, leaving or even waiting for her to make a move, but she’d been teasing me endlessly since we met. The blowjob this morning was fantastic, but so far everything had been on her terms. It was like a switch inside my head had been flicked, suddenly I didn’t feel awkward, or anxious about making a move. This girl had advertised her desire for me, even acted on it. Now it was my turn.

She turned to her side and started washing her glorious ass, probably to show off and tease me some more. But she didn’t see me approach her, nor did she expect what I did next. I came up behind the naked blonde and grabbed her hip with one hand and circled her waist with my other arm, cupping one of her heavy breasts. She let out a gasp as my erection pressed against between her amazing cheeks. She was quite a bit shorter than I was, so I had to bend my knees slightly. I slipped my hand from her hip around, sliding it down her toned stomach and between her legs until I found my warm, wet prize. I rubbed at her bald, slick mound as I ground my cock against her ass and groped at her tits, squeezing her fun bags and twisting her nipples, causing her to moan and gasp at my touch.

“I’m glad to see you being more impulsive,” the blonde girl said between heavy breaths. I didn’t reply, I just turned her and pushed her against the glass wall. I imagined seeing her breasts from the other side, mashed up against the glass. I slapped her ass and she immediately spread her legs and arched her back, placing her hands flat against the glass. I steadied her hips with one hand while stroking myself with the other, running the tip of my penis up and down her slit a few times—Coating myself in her fluids—dragging a moan from the lips of the sultry blonde.

It was time I took control.

I aimed my cock at her wet entrance and pushed more hips forward, she was tight but unbelievably slick. Once my tip was inside her I took a hold of her wide hips and rocked my pelvis, working myself in and out of her in short motions. This had Vicky panting, and I guessed she was as worked up as I was, especially after getting no relief of her own after this morning.

“Oh shit!” She gasped as I pushed more than half of my length inside her. “Grab my hair,” she said. I obliged and took her ponytail in my fist, pulling her head back by her silky hair, hilting myself with the force of pulling her into me. We both let out a low moan in unison as I was fully enveloped by the succulent beach babe. I held myself deep inside her for a moment, savouring the feeling of being literally balls deep inside a girl, the first one to ever take all of me.

“Fuck me,” she let out, turning her head to look at me as best she could while I held her hair firmly in my grip. Not one to say no to a beautiful girl, I did just that. I pawed at her ass cheek as I pulled out and thrust back in, slowly at first, getting the feeling for the sexy blondes movements as she rocked her hips into each thrust. Before long we had a steady rhythm going, I pumped my cock in and out, in and out. Keeping her long ponytail wrapped around my fist, pulling on it every time I thrust into her. Vicky gasped and moaned each time my pelvis slapped against her ass.

“Oh fuck! I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum!” Vicky all but yelled out. She had grown increasingly loud as I fucked her from behind, her moans and gasps mixing with the sound of wet flesh slapping together as I worked my rod inside her velvety tunnel. I knew I wouldn’t be far behind her and was happy I was able to hold out as long as I did, long enough to give the blonde bombshell an orgasm. I lowered my stance a bit more and pulled her body against mine, letting go of the hold I had on her hair. She arched her back like a pro as I pulled her against my chest, I kept one hand on her hip and went back to groping at her breasts as I picked up my pace. Vicky’s moans increased in volume and speed, like the beat to a song, and my cock was setting the tempo.

Vicky grabbed my hand that was groping her breasts and placed it around her throat. I just held it there for a moment until I realized what she wanted me to do. I’d seen this in porn before and had always wanted to do it, but no girl I’d slept with felt comfortable with it. I dug my fingers into her hip and squeezed gently around her slender neck and was rewarded immediately by a low moan. Vicky grabbed onto my forearm as her body started to shake. Her legs trembled and she squeezed my arm, so I squeezed a little tighter and she croaked out a moan. I hilted myself inside her as her body shook, holding her up with my hand on her hip as her orgasm rocked her body. As soon as her grip on my forearm loosened, I released my hold on her throat. She let out a gasp and gulped fresh air as I held her against me; she wasn’t done with her orgasm yet. For a full minute I held this sexy woman against my chest, my cock still buried deep inside her as she rode out her orgasm.

“Holyfuckfuckthatsgood,” she managed to get out. She said other things I didn’t catch as she was a little delirious. This was doing wonders for my ego.

When she finally settled, she looked over her shoulder at me and gave me a smile. It wasn’t the seductive, sultry, flirtatious smile she’d been giving me since we met, but more a smile of genuine affection and gratitude. I returned the smile and leaned down, kissing the beautiful woman for the first time. Our tongues danced, and I started rocking my hips again, leading Vicky to moan into my mouth at the movement.

“Don’t cum inside me,” she said once we broke the kiss. I nodded and began fucking her again. Now that she had her orgasm I focused on my own. I would have loved to have given her multiples, if I could. But Tori was due to be back soon, so I picked up the pace.

I pushed Vicky against the glass again as I slammed myself deep into her again and again. I was getting close, so close. I felt the tell-tale signs of my oncoming orgasm and knew if I didn’t stop soon, there was no pulling out.

I pulled my cock from her warm embrace. She knew what was happening and dropped to her knees as she turned to face me. I began stroking myself quickly, but she batted my hands away and took my tool into her very skilled hands. I braced myself with both hands against the glass wall of the shower as Vicky milk my cock for the second time that day.

Then I was cumming.

The torrent of seed shot from the tip of my cock before I even realised I was cumming, But instead of wrapping her lips around my tip like she did last time, Vicky aimed my rod at her face and let my warm gooey seed splattered across her lips, chin, and even a squirt up her forehead.

“Holy fucking Jesus fuck Christ,” I managed to get out as my legs shook. I’d closed my eyes tight as I started to orgasm, but opened them now to look down at Vicky, her brilliant blues eyes stared up at me through strands of my seed across her face. She was smiling widely as she massaged the base of my cock. She kissed my tip and giggled before getting to her feet.

“Guess I have to clean up again,” she said with a smile, running her finger through the goop on her chin before popping said finger into her mouth and sucking it clean.

“I better go get dressed,” I said, leaning against the opposite shower wall.

“Yeah, let’s not tell Tor about this just yet,” Vicky said with a giggle. The giggle was odd coming from such a sexual woman, it was like another side to her that I was now lucky enough to see. I watched as she stepped under the main showerhead and washed her face clean. I quickly scrubbed at my body and took her in my arms again, kissing the beautiful blonde, the feeling of our naked bodies pressed tightly together had my semi hard cock stirring again, so I broke the kiss after a few seconds.

“I better go,” I said with a smile.

“Yeah, otherwise we might not,” Vicky said, glancing down at my cock.

I stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel from the rack by the door and opened the bathroom door. That’s when I heard the front door close and my sisters voice.

“Hey guys! Are you ready?” She yelled out.

“Oh shit!” I said to myself and ducked out of the bathroom, my towel haphazardly wrapped around my waist. I pulled the door shut and ducked across the hall into my room. I poked my head out the door.

“Be out in a minute, just getting dressed!” I yelled back. I shut the door and sighed with relief, a few seconds longer and we’d have been busted. It wasn’t like we did anything wrong, but I know how pissed off I’d be if one of my friends hooked up with my sister, especially without telling me about it. I decided I had to tell Tori, just not right now.

I dried myself off and dressed for a trip to the beach.