My sister is a great girl, and always has been. She is the life of the party, but has a sweet disposition, and a wonderful natural charisma. Her only real personality flaw is that she has a tendency to binge drink. Not in the way that most college students do, not when she is at a party or hanging out with friends. She binge drinks alone when she's bored.
Something else that should be said is that she is a flirt. She flirts with everyone and I mean everyone! Men, women, teachers, and even me. She's not a slut, and as far as I know she rarely acts on it, but she flirts with everyone. She just likes the attention.
This is the story of how I lost myself, but discovered my greatest sexual thrill, and how the two of us started a long term sexual relationship that set the bar for every woman I was with from that point on.
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It was a couple of weeks into the summer break and my sister and I were both out of school. I was going into my senior year of college, and she was starting at university the next semester. It was a long and lazy time, and most days we would simply lay out by the pool, working on our tans and waiting for the night when we would be able to go out and meet our friends.
I had a part time job working for an air conditioner repair company. It was hot and sweaty work, but after a year of doing it, even just part time, I was in the best condition of my life. I wasn't heavily muscled or bulked up like guys at the gym. I was lean and corded, with more stamina and endurance than I could ever have realized I was capable of, even when I was playing football in high school. The hours of working in attics that were over 120 degrees had sweat the weakness out of me and... frankly I felt powerful and alive. It's hard to explain, as I look back on it.
I had partied pretty hard the night before and it was 1:00 before I got my ass out of bed. I thought about taking a shower, but figured a couple of laps in the pool would do me more good. After all, that's where I was going to go anyway.
It was Tuesday, and so the parents were already off to work. Dad was an executive at some janitorial supply company, and he rarely got home before six or seven at night. Mom was a realtor, and as she always said "You have to be available when the clients are!" so she kept late hours also. I could usually count on one or two nights a week where she wouldn't be home until nine, or later.
I pulled on my swim trunks. They hadn't completely dried from the day before, so they were cold, and still damp. It was unpleasant at first, but I got used to it quickly, knowing that the sun would warm me soon enough. I headed down stairs and through the living room to the kitchen. I was surprised to find that there was already a pitcher of daiquiris in the blender. It looked like Sophie had gotten an early start this morning. I guess that wasn't too unusual. At 18 she was a pretty heavy drinker when she drank, but didn't really drink that often. Our parents were "enlightened" and didn't really mind that we both drank as long as we weren't driving, and we weren't drinking the expensive stuff they saved for special occasions.
"Fuck it", I said to myself. "Breakfast of champions". I grabbed a large glass for myself and filled it with the slushy red liquid. The sides of the blender had frost on them and the daiquiri poured out in little glumps. Sophie always made them really strong, and I thought a good way to spend my afternoon was with a nice rum buzz in the sun and the water.
I walked outside and had to squint in the glare. I hated wearing sunglasses because they made tan lines on my face. As my eyes adjusted to the light, I could see Sophie lying on her back on the lounge chair reading a book. I'm not sure what she was reading, but it was probably some vampire romance, or something else girly like that. She was wearing her light blue bikini, which I took notice of right away. Although the cut was very modest, even to the point of being a little prudish, it was unlined. This meant that when it was wet, it was translucent, almost to the point of being completely see-through. It was definitely not a suit she wore when my parents were around. I had heard her tell a friend one time that it was supposedly "tan through" which meant that she didn't get as many tan lines. Whatever. What it was is sexy as hell and made it very hard not to stare at her.
I guess I should take a few moments to describe her. Sophie is a very skinny girl with long black hair and a very pale complexion, the kind of skin that some people refer to as "peaches and cream" but with a lot more cream. She never really tanned, although she tried almost every day, but she did burn easily. To go along with her skinny frame, she had small A cup breasts and a perky little bubble butt that jiggled when she walked.
The whole package together drove me wild! I hate to admit it, but I had been attracted to my sister for a long time, and all the flirting she did, didn't help. She was a beautiful girl, and stole the attention of any man she was around since she'd turned 16, and had only gotten sexier as she grew older. Admittedly she wasn't what many men think of when they think of their dream girl. Most guys think of a blond girl with giant tits and toned abs and too much makeup. That wasn't Sophie at all. She was just the kind of girl that quietly caught your eye and took your breath away.
Of course I was ashamed of being attracted to her but she was hot as hell, and she was a frequent part of my fantasies.
I had many dreams of accidentally walking in on her when she was in the shower... or maybe we would be swimming together and we would start wrestling, and then things would turn sexy, with her just as turned on as I was... But no it had never happened.
"Hey Sophie", I said as I walked out onto the patio. "Getting an early start today aren't you?" I said a little mockingly. She slowly swung her hear in my direction and took a moment for her to focus completely. It was instantly apparent that she was already drunk.
"Hey bro" she said, slurring her words a bit. "Yeah, I have a new book and wanted to tan... What better time to have a drink?" She reached for her glass that just had a little bit of red residue in the bottom of it, and she seemed surprised that it was empty. She looked at it in an oblique way, as if trying to solve the mystery.
"Whoa," I said. "Are you tanked already?" Sophie was no lightweight. For such a little girl she could hold her liquor. I was immediately suspicious that it was not her first pitcher that I had poured my drink from.
"Yeah, just a little", she replied. "I'm not going anywhere today. What's the harm?"
"None", I said and meant it. I was starting to think that I may get a little plastered also. What's the harm?
"Is that for me?" She asked looking at the fresh drink in my hand and giving me a sweet smile.
"Sure", I said. I walked over to her and handed the drink over, and collected her glass. Her long black hair was wet, but drying. My eyes grazed across her slender body, and paid special attention to the places her swimsuit covered. Much to my disappointment it was too dry to see through, but I could still make out the bumps of her nipples under the fabric and the glorious swell of her sex between her legs. Even this little stimulation made my cock stir in my pants. I didn't get hard, but it made me very aware of the feeling of my cold, damp suit brushing against it.
