Sister, Brother, Summer Lover

She handed him a piece of cake and a tumbler full off chilled spring water. The girl then bent down to retrieve her own morning tea, which included some water and a crisp red apple. The pair then made their way back to the shade of the banana trees, finding a seat in the warm golden sands overlooking the crystal clear water.

Jan once again sat cross-legged before her brother, once more exposing her juicy young clam to the admiring gaze of her sibling. She took a sip of water, moistened her lips, and then while staring into her brother's eyes, bit slowly but deliberately into the apple, conjuring in his mind the image of paradise, of Eve, of original sin.

Gary felt his turgid member begin to swell once again, aroused by his sister's startling beauty, and by her seemingly innocent flirtation. But if his suspicions were correct, there was nothing very innocent about them. Jan was enjoying the newfound sensation of power. Well not exactly power, she thought to herself, but more an ability to control, to arouse, to lead. She had yet to learn of the truism which generations of women could have told her...that a man has enough blood to engage his brain or his penis, but not both at the same time. But she was learning! Oh yes, she was learning.

The pair of siblings made small talk while they ate, discussing their mutual friends, the movies to screen that Friday night at the weekly cinema, and even teen TV soaps like "Home and Away" which Gary abhorred, but Jan adored. As the sun began to shift in the sky, the trees they shaded beneath became more exposed to the burning rays. Their conversations spent for the moment, Jan jumped to her feet.

"Well, I'm going back in the water," she announced, and headed down the beach. Gary could only watch in admiration as his younger sister jogged toward the point where sand met sea.

The lithe grace with which she moved, the newly created curves that showed her promise as woman, the startling contrasts between burnished tan and alabaster skin, all stirred in him a rising tide of sensation. It was more than lust yet less than love, at least in the romantic sense. Whatever it was, he knew he had to follow her...so follow her he did, kicking and splashing the bracing water as he entered the cove once again.

This time the brother and sister went deeper, swimming out until the water was chest high. Jan may not have known the effect that seeing the bobbing breasts floating just below the surface would have on her already aroused brother, but one glance below the crystal clear water would have told her all she needed to know.

They splashed, and swam, and cavorted in the water, but Gary made doubly sure he stayed well clear of the girl, in case he brushed against her with his raging hard-on.

Sure, she'd watched him shoot his jism all over his torso, and even examined the semen he'd shot-but she carefully avoided touching his dick, Gary thought to himself, and he was not going to embarrass her by having it touched accidentally.

Australians truly love the beach. More than seventy percent of the population lives within an hour's drive of the sea, and most of the rest aspire to a seaside lifestyle. But it's not just the water they love...it's the golden sands that fringe the sea, the delicious combination of baking sun and cooling breeze that makes sunbathing a hedonistic pleasure. Gary and Jan were no different-this love of sun, surf and sand was hard-wired into their genes, it seemed-so it wasn't long before they emerged once again and headed for their beach-towels, which they placed a few inches apart in semi-shade.

Both lay down, allowing the sun to dry the droplets of water that still clung to their healthy nude young bodies. But while Australians love the sun, they also have suffered from one of the highest rates of skin-cancer in the world. It was that which led to the Slip-Slop-Slap campaign...the world's first nationwide anti skin cancer campaign. And like all good Aussie kids, Gary and Jan took the campaign seriously. Well, sort of. Today they had no intentions of slipping on a t-shirt, or slapping on a hat...but slopping on sunscreen? That they would do.

Gary, who was lying on his belly, took the SPF-30 that Jan offered to him, squeezing some into his hand and then smearing it across his buttocks, which had not been exposed to the sun since he was a young lad. He handed the bottle back to his sister, and watched as she liberally slopped the creme onto her pert young boobs, the young globes quivering invitingly as she massaged the sun-block into them.

Then she, too, lay on her stomach. But unlike her brother, she did not attempt to spread the liquid on her own cute little bum. Instead, she passed the bottle back to her sibling.

"Would you mind?" Jan asked. "I always seem to miss bits when I try to put sunscreen on myself."

Gary's prick must have wondered what was going on. It had spent almost half the day at attention, and now it was being called back on parade once more, as his hormones began stirring once again. He quickly scooted over behind Jan, trying not to let the erection show. Even though the girl had watched him masturbate, he didn't want her to think him some sort of sleazy pervert, getting turned on by the sight of his pubescent kid sister.

But if simply seeing his sister's naked beauty had been a turn-on, then the task he faced was mind-blowing. She lay on her front, her legs slightly apart, to allow him to kneel between them. Gary gazed with wonder at her near-perfect arse...and at the stunning pussy that lay exposed directly beneath it.

If his cock had been hard before, it was now like a ramrod as he couldn't help but stare at the vertical slit that lay before him.

"It would be so easy," Gary thought, but then "stop it you perv-she's your sister!"

He shook his head to clear it, and then poured some sun-block into his palm, leaning forward to wipe it onto her tight, firm, white fleshy bum-cheeks.

"Mmmm," moaned Jan as Gary worked the creme into her buttocks. "That feels good. Pour some more on, will you?"

Gary flipped open the bottle and pointed the squeeze-hole at her right cheek, applying gentle pressure to the plastic container. But the sun-block had been out of the backpack now for quite some

time, and the normally viscous creme had become quite runny in the heat.

Instead of a small blob landing on her butt-cheek, a thin stream of liquid spurted down Jan's arse-crack, and Gary instinctively moved to wipe up the spillage with his hand. The net result was that his hand plunged between his sister's legs, pressing firmly along her perineum, his fingers rubbing against the open gash of her vagina, and pushing back the hood above her clitoris.

Jan clamped her thighs and tightened her butt-cheeks just as Gary realised what he had done, and as he tried to extricate his hand, he unwittingly repeated the whole process in reverse. He fell back onto the end of her beach-towel, and began to apologise profusely-but Jan didn't hear him. She was too busy giggling at the comedy of errors. She rolled over and sat up, her whole body shaking with mirth.

The laughter proved infectious, soon passing over the ether to her brother, who started to snort, then chortle, and eventually to laugh uproariously. It then passed back to the young woman, and soon the pair was rolling about, tears of laughter streaming from their eyes as they released all the tension that had been building since their morning snack.

"Oh, god," Jan gasped as her laughter finally subsided. "I thought you were gonna have apoplexy! You should have seen the look on your face!"

"Well, Hey!" Gary responded, "I thought I was never gonna get my hand back!"

They both laughed once more, and then Jan noticed that some of the sunscreen remained on the very top of her thigh, and into the valley of her vagina. She opened her legs slightly and reached down between them, wiping with an upward motion so that her fingers travelled up her thigh, and then between her pussy-lips, before her middle finger deliberately wiped across her clitoris. Gary couldn't help but notice that the little pink bud seemed almost to swell...especially when his sister again rubbed the pad of her finger across the little man in a canoe.

"Cool!" he said. "Does it swell up like a dick when you play with it?"

"I dunno," Jan replied. "I've never thought about it."

"But I tell you what," she said with a smile, "Why don't you watch and tell me?"

With that, the young virgin stretched her left arm slightly behind her, and leaned back, while her right hand moved toward her mouth. She moistened her middle finger with saliva from her tongue, and reached down to begin rubbing on her clit with a light circular motion. Jan continued to rub the head of her clit for 30 seconds or so, then moved her hand slightly lower, to spread open her labia and ease the first part of her finger into her vagina. She then pulled her hand back up, to pull open her inner lips, and pull back the hood which had begun to cover her clitoris, something mother nature had designed to protect the sensitive glans from direct contact. But in the last year or so since she began her self-exploration, Jan had discovered that she was one of the minority of women who didn't need that protection, because her clitoris thrived on direct manipulation.

Gary watched in fascination as his sibling flicked, and rubbed, and gently squeezed the head of her sex-organ, and noted that her pussy lips had started to glisten with secretions from Jan's honey-pot. He'd seen chicks playing with themselves in mpeg files he'd downloaded off the 'net, but this was the first time he'd seen a real, live woman pleasuring herself-and it was quite an education. He couldn't help himself, as he sat just inches from his sister's feet getting more and more aroused, so he soon found himself stroking his own sex-organ, masturbating in front of her for the second time that day.

A low moan escaped from Jan's lips as she noticed her brother jerking himself off, and she began to rub harder and faster on her clit. Her stomach muscles began to tighten, and almost to undulate, as her small brown nipples sprang to attention, the nutmeg-brown areolae puckering and crinkling as her orgasm approached. Gary, in turn, pumped harder and faster on his prick, thinking how sexy-no, how downright fuckable-his sister looked at that moment.

Then Jan's moans became a throatier, deeper grunting noise, before rising in both tempo and volume, until they became an almost incoherent chant of "Oh yes, oh fuck, oh yes, oh fuck, oh yes, oh

fuck, oh yes, oh fuck, oh yesssss!"

At the last, Jan's knees withdrew of their own accord, pulling back into her chest as suddenly a stream of slightly yellow liquid squirted from her urethra.

As she continued to ejaculate the fluid from her Skene's glands, Jan's head thrashed from side to side, overwhelmed by the power of her cum. The sheer wanton sexual frenzy of his sister proved too much for Gary, tipping him over the edge to an explosive orgasm of his own, his cum shooting out from the throbbing head of his prick, and sending stringy white semen spurting over the young girl's legs. The siblings collapsed into a pool of perspiration, both satiated for the moment by their own hands.

"So?" Jan asked, when both had caught their breath, "Did it get bigger as I played with it?"

"It seemed to maybe double in size," Gary told her, "Although I must admit I wasn't taking all that much notice in the end."

"I noticed," his sister said with a smile. "You seemed to be enjoying yourself there!"

She wiped the dried jism that had spurted all over her legs, and raised an eyebrow at her brother, who laughed in return.

"I don't think I was the only one," Gary replied. "I gotta say, that was amazing watching you cum. We must do that again sometime!"

"All in good time, good man," the nymphet replied. "But right now, I think I need another swim before lunch."

She stretched luxuriously, and then eased herself to a standing position. But this time, instead of skipping off toward the water on her own, she held out her hand to her brother. As he stood up, Jan slipped her arm around his waist and began walking with him to the lapping waves, her naked right breast rubbing against his left arm and their sides touch, rubbing, arousing them both. Gary glanced at the sun in the sky, expertly judging that it must be about 12:30. It was, he thought, shaping up as an interesting afternoon as well.

As they walked down to the beach, Jan continued to snuggle up against Gary much the way a young lass would with a boyfriend, and he reciprocated by placing his arm around her smooth, tanned torso. For Gary the sensation of having his sister brushing her naked side against his equally nude body was quite a turn-on, he had to admit. It still worried him that it was his sibling that he had just watched bring herself off, because the taboo against incest was so deeply ingrained...but his hormones said something entirely different. Deep in the most primitive part of his cerebellum, in what scientists were now only half-jokingly referring to as the 'reptilian brain', Gary's species survival instinct had kicked in. While he probably couldn't have verbalized it, even if he was aware of it, Gary was seeing his sister as a potential mate...as a way to ensure the dominance of his genes. So his primitive, instinctive behaviour was pulling him one way while his civilized, learned behaviour was pulling him another.

They reached the water and Jan remover her hand from around Gary's waist, drawing her fingers across the small of his back as she did so. He dropped his arm, to take his sister's hand, and lightly brushed across her tight white buttocks in the process. As his hand lightly cupped her right bum-cheek, she smiled at her big brother and then took the hand, lightly squeezing it. She then walked, with her brother, into the clear cool water of the bay, and began to head for the deeper stretch where the sand beneath their feet fell away. At that point the siblings broke apart, but neither seemed eager to swim too far away, unlike their usual practice.

Both knew that since their impulsive decision to skinny-dip a couple of hours earlier, things had changed between them...but neither knew, just yet, how much further they wanted that change to go. There was a newfound seriousness between them, which cooled their usual high spirits...but they were young, and healthy, and mucking about at the beach, in the water. There was no way they could remain serious for long, and they didn't.

Jan, who despite the sexual awakenings of that day remained a mostly inexperienced girl, couldn't help herself. She glanced at her brother's po-faced visage and was overwhelmed with the desire to pull a face at him. So she did. That broke the ice, and Gary's pensive look was replaced by a more familiar grin, as he mocked the young girl in return.

Jan splashed at her brother, as the water ebbed and flowed at armpit level, and he returned the favour. Then Gary duck-dived below the surface, briefly flashing his naked white buns at the lass. She saw his shape swimming under the water behind her, and half twisted to meet the mock threat...but too late. The girl felt her brother's shoulders as they hit the back of her legs, and she began to lose balance as Gary grabbed her shins and started to stand, the back of his neck sliding up between her thighs.

As he continued to jump half out of the water, Jan was flung up, and back, and the naked girl was sent flailing, her breasts bobbing in the sun and her delectable young snatch exposed to the air as her arms and legs went this-way-and-that. She momentarily sank and then breached the surface of the water, laughing with delight. Then she struck out in the direction of her brother, intent on revenge.

Gary turned away from Jan, expecting her to splash him, but the gorgeous sister grabbed the back of his head, instead, plunging his face into the sea. She then jumped on his back and slid forward until her legs were draped over his shoulders.

Gary once again stood up, this time supporting his sister as she sat, nude, on his shoulders. He bobbed up and down in the chest-high waves, and Jan grasped his head against her stomach, her hands clasped tightly cross his forehead. The brother began playfully to twist and turn, like a bucking seahorse. He then started to spin around, a move that had always discharged his sister from his shoulders, whenever they had played this game in the past. But there was something he hadn't considered...this time his sister was not wearing a swimsuit, and so there wasn't the usual friction involved.

Instead, the blossoming young woman simply spun around his neck as if it was a spindle...to stop with her belly button centimetres from his mouth, and her sparse thatch of pubic hair sprouting like a bizarre beard from his chin.

Gary stopped, as he contemplated what action he should take now, and then leaned forward, to gently lay his sister on the surface of the water. Jan laid there, arms outstretched, floating in the salty water, but if Gary expected her to drift away he was mistaken.

Instead, she continued to keep her legs wrapped gently around his neck and looked down her wet nude body at her brother. There was an unspoken question in his eyes...and an unspoken answer in hers.

Gary placed his hands beneath the small of her back for support, and he allowed himself to lean slightly forward, until the lips of his mouth were brushing the lips of her twat.

An involuntary shudder went through Jan as her brother's hot breath blew on her genitals, and then another as her brother's tongue grazed her clitoris.

She tightened the grip of her legs around his neck, as pleasure rippled from the centre of her sex to her extremities...and she moaned as her brother began to nuzzle her groin. Gary had never performed oral sex, but he was doing his best, licking his sister's virginal quim with enthusiasm, if not much skill. Almost by accident, he found the little hooded pea that had brought his sister to an orgasm half-an-hour before, and he sucked on it, sending his sister into paroxysms.

Unfortunately, that led the young girl to start thrashing about in the water, and Gary was faced with the choice of continuing to support her, or continuing his oral attentions. No matter how much he was enjoying the taste of her succulent young snatch, he knew this wasn't going to work, so he pulled his head back, and raised his sister to a standing position.

Jan flowed into his arms, and for the first time kissed her brother as a lover, rather than as a sibling. She and Gary were pressed tightly together, their lips and hips grinding into each other. As their tongues began the ancient dance that lovers have shared since the kiss was discovered, their groins were performing a similar minuet, Gary's erect penis nearly boring a hole in Jan's lower stomach.

They stayed like that for what seemed like hours-but also like mere moments-and then pulled slightly apart, to gaze deeply into each other's eyes. Then he surprised his younger sister by picking her up in his arms, and heading for the beach.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and held on as Gary strode purposefully toward their towels, before gently placing his precious parcel down. But as he went to straighten up, Gary found Jan's arms remaining around his neck, pulling him down toward her ripe breasts.

He kneeled, then lay beside the pubescent girl, allowing his lips to fall toward her puffy young tits, with their light-chocolate nipples and aureoles. He opened his mouth slightly and began to suckle, first on one of his sister's breasts, then the other, Jan began to moan softly as her brother sucked gently on her tits...and the moans suddenly became louder as his hand slid down across her belly.