My name is Cameron Black.
When I was in college, I was one of the few of my siblings who had an operating vehicle. My oldest sister had a crotch rocket and my older brother had his pickup, but my younger siblings, who were both still in college and both spent their money on other things, did not. I, for my part, had rebuilt and maintained a beater of my own and it kept me from having to walk or take the bus everywhere.
During the summer just after my third year, my younger sister asked me for a ride to the rec center. She had always been a swimmer and wanted to get some laps in. She explained to me that her usual ride caught a stomach bug and couldn’t take her. I sighed, told her that she was chipping in for gas, and grabbed my suit. I’ve never been much of a swimmer, but I can keep myself from drowning. Nat – my sister – offered to pay my way in to the pool, but everyone in the family had a membership at the rec center. It was one of the few things inexpensive enough that my folks could spring for everyone to have one.
Swimming went about as you might expect. The people in the water were a mix of pre-teen through retiree and at various fitness levels. Some of the girls who were just messing around were in decent shape, but they all looked too young for me to think about trying to chat them up. Nat kept swimming long after most folks had gone home for dinner. I was sitting on the deck, dry as a bone, when Nat called from the pool, asking me if I could get her towel for her. I grabbed it and walked over to the pool.
Nat mostly spends her money on going out with friends and clothes, so I thought she would have a great bathing suit. Instead, she was wearing the same one I had seen her in for a couple summers. I was not about to say anything, everyone spends their money as they see fit, but not having a good bathing suit when you swim as much as she did seemed almost wrong. She came to the shallow end of the pool and surfaced near the wall, but her suit front decided not to surface at the same speed. Her breasts floated free and she stood with nothing between her bare chest and the open air. I must have been gaping, because she took one look at my expression before looking down, turning a deep shade of red, and ducking back into the water. She wriggled her tits back into the suit and surfaced more slowly, making sure that the suit came with her. I noticed, though, that either the sight of her bosoms had seared itself into my retinas or the suit, old as it was, did not hide much of anything. Nat saw my expression and hers grew puzzled. She looked down, realized that the suit was basically just coloring her breasts, and snatched the towel from my hand, getting the edges wet as she stepped out of the water.
“Sorry you had to see that, Cam.” she apologized.
I shook my head to clear it. “No need to be sorry, Nat.” I exhaled sharply. “Though you might want to invest in a new suit.”
She giggled, her face still red. “Yeah, I guess I forget that suits wear out. This one hasn’t done that before, so I hadn’t really given a new one much thought.” She kept talking, her words coming out in a babbling stream that caused me to mentally check out. The problem there is that my memory decided to remind me that I had just seen a pair of nicely formed tits. Nevermind they were attached to my little sister, they were lovely and my hands itched to be full of those breasts.
I tamped down the raging hormones and tried to return to the moment. Nat was looking at me as if she had asked a question and I hadn’t answered. “Sorry, Nat, lost in thought. What did you want?”
Her eyebrows drew together momentarily before the expression cleared and she repeated her question. “Do you need to get home or could you take me to get a new suit? I don’t want a repeat performance when there’s no one around to come to my rescue.”
I shook my head. “I’ve got nothing important tonight. Let’s get you set up.”
She beamed and we retired to our respective locker rooms to get dressed.
“Where escort izmit to?” I asked once we got situated in the car.
She pursed her lips as she buckled her seatbelt. “Do you mind heading into town? There’s a great shop down on Main where one of my classmates works.”
I shrugged. “Why not? You buy us dinner if we’re there too late.”
She laughed. “Deal.”
As we drove, she told me about her classes and professors and how things were coming along in her gen ed. She talked about a frat guy who had been trying, to no avail, to get her to a party or six. I, for my part, responded with news about how getting ready for grad was coming along and what I planned to do after I finished. The drive into town was short anyway, but the conversation helped it feel as short as it actually was.
Once we got close, Nat gave directions to the shop and we found parking in a structure about a block away. The shop was one of those that specialized in swim suits. Some of the high price stuff had less fabric involved than a washcloth and cost significantly more. There were others on the high end involving significantly more fabric. These, Nat once told me, are suits made by the folks who specialize in racing suits. Nat was looking for something in between and, I realized with an amused shake of my head, apparently could not help but grab a few beach-worthy options as well.
She went over to the register to talk to the only employee readily apparent in the shop. The two chatted for a fair amount of time before Nat came over and hooked a finger at me. I sighed and followed, resigned to fetching suits if the ones she had were in the wrong size.
“Yvette told me that her coworker called in sick today. She can’t leave the register and I might need help with these suits.” Nat prattled.
She walked around a couple of corners into a secluded area. There were changing rooms like you see most places and a couple sets of full length mirrors set at angles so people could see their suits from almost every angle without having to turn around much. Nat flounced into one of the changing rooms and the door clicked shut.
I thumbed through texts and e-mail and checked social media on a seat near the door.
“What do you think?” Nat asked.
I raised my eyes and saw a black racing suit hugging my sister’s body so tight that it might as well have been paint. “I think that suit is not going to expose you to anyone unless you want it to.”
She chuckled. “I think so, too.” The door clicked shut again behind her. “I want to get a new suit for the beach. Some friends are having a bonfire and all of my suits are too old.”
“Do what you gotta do.”
I returned my attention to my phone, checking sports scores and doing everything I could to stave off boredom. Yvette trotted back to ask how Nat was doing. I told her that all was well and she smiled and bolted back to the register.
“Cam, can you give me a hand with this suit?”
I locked my phone. “Sure.”
The suit she had on left almost as little to the imagination as the absence of one after her swim. Worse – or better, depending how you look at it – the top was open in the back and she was holding it in place with a hand.
“I think I got this one a size too small, but I want to be sure.”
“Fair enough.” I mucked about with the thing that hooks it together and got it to stay.
Meanwhile, my memory decided that it would replay my earlier glimpse of what was under the hand that was holding the top in place. My prick stood up in appreciation. Nat really did have great breasts: small, pert, with nipples that invited the idea of sucking them.
“Definitely too small.” Nat commented, slipping a hand behind her to release the top. It needed two hands, though, and she slipped both hands behind her before she realized what would happen. The taut material, released from tension, shot into the mirror like a rubber band. Nat stepped back, startled and her hand landed izmit escort on my hard shaft. She froze, the turned to face me, her hand never leaving my cock. “That’s not.”
“Bigger than it should be, all things considered.” I tried to back out of the changing stall, but the door closed behind me. My eyes were drawn to her breasts again and her nipples looked more inviting up close than they had from a distance. A hand drifted up and cupped one, twirling the nipple between my fingers.
She bit her lip. “That feels good, Cam.” Her hand began stroking my cock in time with what I did to her breast. “I haven’t been very nice to you, dropping my suit in front of you then dragging you out where you’d see me in more revealing suits.”
I shuddered out a breath. “It’s not terribly nice, no.”
She nodded. “I think I’ll make it up to you.”
I was going to ask what she meant, but her hand slid into the shorts I had on, fished out my cock, and wrapped around it. I stopped talking at that point, my mind focused on only two things: the tit in my hand and the hand around my cock. I brought up my other hand and fondled her other breast. There was no thought of whose tits were in my hands, only that I was holding two amazing tits and that I was getting an awesome hand job.
I managed to whisper, “I’m close. Are we making a mess of my shorts?”
Nat smiled sweetly, knelt down, and wrapped her mouth around the head of my prick. Her tongue licked the underside of the head and her hand kept pumping the shaft. It was not long before I emptied myself into her waiting mouth. She pumped me a few times, cleaned off the head, then stood up and swallowed. I didn’t say anything. I didn’t know what to say. So, she got dressed and grabbed the two suits she wanted and we left the dressing rooms. Nat went straight to the cashier while I took the other suits back. I need a moment to process what had happened and what it meant and the mindlessness of putting away swim suits helped, though it did remind me of what had just happened.
We had stayed too long, so Nat directed me to a drive-through and we grabbed some food on our way home, eating in the car.
Once home, we tossed our laundry in with the rest and made our way to the showers to get the chlorine smell off us.
My parents had converted the basement into an apartment for my oldest sibling, who had moved out a while ago, and it was too cold for the next in line, so I got it. It had its own entrance and its own bathroom, so I was set. I started with a hot shower, to get the pool smell off me, then shifted to cold when I realized I once again had a raging hard on remembering my little sister’s great breasts and the impromptu blow job she had given me.
Like most guys with sisters, I could see that mine were hot and that lots of guys would want to fuck them, but I didn’t count myself in the group of guys actively trying to get into either of my sisters’ pants. I stepped out of the shower, still thinking about things, and bumped into Nat.
“Hey, Cam, can we talk?” Her question almost hurt. Of course we could talk. I just didn’t trust myself to make much sense.
I nodded. “Sure.”
“What happened at the store …” She trailed off, looking for the words.
I wanted to help her out. “It was nice of you to think of me, Nat. Seeing an attractive body can make things hard for a guy.” She smirked. “Difficult, then.” She nodded once.
“Was it okay?”
My eyebrows furrowed. “It was great.”
“I don’t have much experience.”
“You did great.” I was trying to figure out where she was going with this. The situation was beginning to make me uncomfortable. She was sitting on my bed in a night shirt that came about halfway down her thighs and I was wrapped in only a towel. I could see that the chill of the basement was causing her nipples to harden and protrude under the shirt and my prick, in reply, was pushing the towel out like it was a coat hanger.
“You’ll probably think izmit kendi evi olan escort I’m silly, but I’ve waited on sex, because I want my first time to be with someone I am absolutely sure I love.” She was staring at her hands, fiddling with some part of the design on her shirt.
I shook my head, even though I knew she couldn’t see the motion. “It’s not silly. It’s a good idea. Less likely to regret it that way.”
She looked at me then, her expression settled and the agitation mostly gone. “Would you do something for me?”
She scooted over next to me. “Kiss me?”
I leaned in and kissed her on the cheek. She shook her head and looked like she was going to get up before she turned back to me and her lips met mine. My first impulse was shock and a bit of revulsion – most guys are trained to think that the idea of kissing their siblings is gross – but my body was quick to remind me that, sister or no, her body was amazing and she had made the first move. Her lips were soft and her tongue flicked at my lips, seeking entry. My tongue met hers and we sat there, out tongues twining and caressing one another. Our hands followed their lead and hers began to run up and down my bare chest. My own ran up and down her sides and sent a message to my brain: She wasn’t wearing underwear.
Her hands unwrapped me and left my entire body naked in front of her before she reached down and lifte dher shirt up and over her head. I kissed my way down her cheek and neck to her breasts and sucked on those inviting nipples. My teeth nibbled and my tongue swirled and flicked. Her fingers ran through my damp hair and sometimes clutched tightly, holding me against her.
I shifted and twisted and she was on the bed underneath me. I kissed and licked down her belly to her clitoris and began to tentatively flick it with my tongue. She writhed and pressed up into my mouth, so I took it as an invitation. I sucked on her clit and plunged my tongue into her depths until she held my head steady and her walls pulsed around my tongue.
I kissed my way back up and our tongue renewed their dance. I was trying to position myself to enter her, but the difference in height made it challenging. She reached down and aligned me with her opening, my head just within the folds of her lips.
“Are you sure you want this?” I asked.
Her answer was to buck her hips up into me and gasp as my length plumbed her depths. Knowing that she had no experience in this area, I set a leisurely pace, enjoying the feel of entering – her walls cradling my shaft snug – and withdrawing – the sensation like her body was trying to keep me inside her. We kept this for a while – a dance of tongues set to the slow cadence of bodies pressing into one another.
I paused to adjust my position and she pushed a shoulder, giving me a lead that she wanted to be on top. I rolled over and she lined me up and slid me back inside her. I lay back and savored the sensation, her pelvis grinding against mine. I fondled her breasts again, tweaking and twisting the nipples and driving her to a faster pace.
I knew I was getting close and let her know. “Nat, I’m going to cum soon.”
She seemed oblivious, reveling in the sensations.
“I heard.” she interrupted. She came again, her walls squeezing my shaft as if trying to milk it. When the pulsing subsided, she returned to grinding us together, this time in earnest. I felt the tightness in my balls, the subtle extra swelling of my cock, and emptied myself inside her. The new sensation caused her to stop moving. She ran a finger down to her clit and brought herself to another orgasm with me still buried inside her and shrinking.
She stretched out on me like blanket; like a cat might lay on your back. We stayed there a while, then she got up and showered in my bathroom. On her way back out, she leaned down and kissed me lightly. “Thanks, Cam.”
“For a first time I won’t regret.” She smiled a sweet smile and walked out.
I pulled up a blanket and went to sleep. I should’ve at least put boxers on. My memory enjoyed messing with me in my dreams and my body thought we got another go. It wasn’t, though. It never happened again, after that night.