Authors note.
I seem to be producing serial stories so this is a one off that kept going and going! It is loosely based on a story I was read concerning a family from the 1920/30's however All characters are of legal age and completely fictitious.
I have two sisters one just over 2 years older than myself and the other is exactly 18 months younger than me. Our family genetics are so weird that the three of us are completely different from each other in looks that you would think we were unrelated. My eldest sister Christine is skinny, very tomboyish with a chest flatter than Holland! She loves to keep fit, jogging, running and weightlifting are all part of her daily routine. I never thought she had a feminine bone in her body. My other sister Susan, Sue as she prefers, is the complete opposite to Chris, she is a full-figured woman with killer legs that ended in a fantastic ass and large perfect breasts that, I have to admit I did everything I could to see free of clothing. I often cursed fate that I was her brother.
Chris and I were always at each other's throats, she had once caught me doing something and had told me that it was wrong, that our parents would kill me and used this as leverage to make me do her bidding for some time. But not anymore!
"Come on wanker, get on with it!" she hissed in my face.
"Why don't you do it yourself, I'm sick of you!" I replied in my politest, teasing voice.
"Do you want me to tell everyone what you like doing, or should I beat the shit out of you?"
I smiled sweetly at her.
"You can shout it from the rooftops for all I care, or you can try to beat the shit out of me." I continued to smile at her.
She moved to grab me, but I side stepped and tripped her, as she fell, I put one arm around her neck and grabbed her right arm pushing her face into the carpet and trapping her underneath my body.
"What were you going to do dyke?" I whispered in her ear.
"I'm not a dyke, get off me you shit!" she struggled to get free.
"You're not a dyke? Shall we talk about Emma?" I held her tighter.
"Let me go!" she gasped,
She continued to struggle against me, and I soon realised that I was getting turned on. Her ass rubbing against my crotch was beginning to make me hard and I realised that I would have to let her go soon or move, so I shifted and shoved my knee into her back.
"Not yet dyke." I hissed.
"I'm not a lesbian!" Chris sobbed.
"Oh really? Let me quote one of your emails?" I paused but she said nothing.
"You have the best pussy I have ever tasted, and I can't wait to eat you again" I waited to see what she would do "you really should change your password and clear your sent emails sis. But don't worry I have made plenty of copies and have hidden them all over the place just in case you do."
As I said this, I felt her stiffen.
"Oh shit" she started sobbing "Who have you told?"
"Who is there to tell?"
Perhaps I should tell you more about our lives. Our parents are both from extremely wealthy backgrounds, after they married, they bought an island off the coast of the UK that came with a 26-bedroom hotel, which at the time had been closed for a couple of years, this became our home. The island also has its own whiskey distillery which our parents worked hard to improve and promote. We spent our school years on the mainland and after leaving school we all began working on the estate, I ran the packing and despatch department of the distillery, the distillery itself was run by five old guys that lived in tithe cottages on the island who, thankfully kept themselves to themselves. We had visitors from the mainland infrequently, but when we did have them the house was more than big enough for sleepovers with rooms to spare.
"What do you want Paul?" Chris sobbed.
"Nothing drastic, expensive or painful, first you will stop calling me a wanker, second treat both Susan and I with more dignity and respect and Three be the big sister that we deserve, show some love and respect to both of us, if not then I will forward all the emails and photos you sent to Emma over to dad."
"OK, I promise" she paused "You saw the photos?"
"I did" I decided to really try to screw with her head "You have a nice body for a 25 year old, and I loved the before and after photos of your pussy. It's such a shame you are my sister and not into men." I let go of her and walked out.
I spent the rest of the day in the despatch shed working expecting Chris to burst in and start a fight until the intercom informed me that dinner was ready. The short walk to the house had me wondering how Chris would be. I washed then walked into the dining room to find all the family there. Dad was adamant that we had dinner together every evening. Sue gave me her best smile and Chris greeted me like we had not seen each other in years!
"Christine how many of your friends will be coming over on Friday?" dad asked as we ate.
"Just three, Lucy, Emma and Helen" Chris replied.
I resisted looking up at Emma's name but mention of Helen made me pause eating. Helen is an expert tease. The last time she visited she had given me a fantastic blow job. Sue tutted at her name I knew she did not like Helen.
"Paul you are so far in front on the orders take Saturday off." dad said to me.
"OK, I'll slow down a little for the rest of the week."
"When the boat gets here on Friday Chris, can you help load the orders with Paul?" Chris nodded "Now, mum and I are going to London on Friday morning and will be staying until Wednesday."
At this news I thought that I would be in with a good chance of getting a night or two in bed with Helen and started to imagine all we could do. When dinner finished I decided to go for a walk and perhaps a skinny dip in a secluded cove I knew. When I got to the cove it was still in full sunshine, the sun was bright and hot making the water temperature exactly right. I stripped and swam out a little enjoying the cool water. I had been in for about 5 minutes when I saw Sue on the beach waving at me, I swam towards shore till the water covered my hips.
"You OK Sue?"
"Yes, what's the water like?"
She had taken off her shoes and was slowly walking towards me.
"Lovely, why don't you come on in?" I knew she would say no.
"Don't be silly, I don't have my swim things with me."
"Neither do I." I replied
"What!" She looked shocked "really?"
Rather than reply I dived under water making sure my bare backside was visible then swam slowly away from the beach. I spent the next minute or two treading water then I decided to head to shore, as I turned around, I got a face full of sea water as my sister splashed me.
"Got you!" she yelled.
"You trying to give me a heart attack?" I spluttered.
"This is great" she was now about two feet in front of me "How often do you do this?"
I was finding it difficult to keep my eyes on Sue's face, every time she kicked her tits would just clear the water.
"As often as the weather allows." I replied.
"Let me know next time and I'll come with you."
"Sure will." I replied.
We slowly made our way towards the beach, and I was a little excited at the prospect of seeing my little sister completely naked but I also thought I should be a little bit proper or gentlemanly.
"Do you want to get out first and I will turn my back so you can get dressed?"
We were standing now, the water just above our stomachs. Sue stopped and turned towards me, her breasts were better than I ever imagined, they were absolutely fantastic, her nipples were rock hard, the skin around them puckered because of the cool water.
"What's the matter, worried seeing me nude would be too much for you?"
"Not at all, certain areas of my body would appreciate a rush of warm blood about now." I replied.
She turned away giggling and we continued walking. I reached out and grabbed her left hand. She looked down at our hands then up at my face then further down.
"The water must be colder than I thought, I'm sure that was bigger the last time I saw it" she giggled.
"Cheeky!" I replied and kicked water at her.
It then turned into a splashing match as we made our way out of the water. I was having so much fun that I took little notice of the fact that my sister was naked.
"You win, you win!" I protested.
