I was already annoyed with myself when I stepped off the train; when it became apparent that nobody was there to meet me, I was doubly annoyed. I should never have agreed to this in the first place.
I should never ever have agreed to come down here. I had just spent the last six hours on a train, when by all rights I should have been spending my Friday back in the apartment in Brooklyn having hot girl-on-girl sex with my girlfriend Aya instead of facing a torturous weekend with my family.
I had agreed to this weekend casually several months ago, never thinking that I would actually be called upon to go through with it. My Mom's husband Siad had an uncle who has a cottage on an island on the coast of North Carolina. She said he might be willing to let us use it for a weekend. Wouldn't it be nice to get the entire family together again?
Wouldn't it be nice? Hardly! The very thought gave me a stomachache. What had I ever been thinking?
For the last hour, Aya and I had been texting back and forth, flirting away and getting bolder and bolder as we both got more excited. I had been getting obnoxiously horny, with no good way to do anything about it on a crowded train with a smelly bathroom. Later on I'd have to get a little 'private time' by myself out at the cottage.
It was half an hour before Melissa showed up. "Sorry, Sis. I misread the train schedule. Hope you weren't waiting too long!"
I stepped into the blissful A/C of her rental car, and assured her that it wasn't a problem. In the last half-hour of texting, while I sat on a bench in front of the train station in the 95 degree southern heat, Aya had gotten more and more bold and suggestive, toward the end telling me exactly what she was doing to herself while she fantasized about having my pussy all over her face. God, how I missed her! Now I was soaked in sweat from the heat and humidity, nervous and on edge about spending the weekend with my family, and just ridiculously turned on all at the same time. My pussy was seriously sticky inside my panties, and I couldn't wait to get out of them. It was going to be a long weekend, I could tell already.
Melissa helped relax me as we drove out to the cottage. She is a cool girl, and though we'd never been particularly close, we'd always gotten along pretty well. She told me that she had been dreading this thing for weeks too, and we conspired to keep our mother heavily sedated for the duration.
A little family history: I was the oldest by almost twelve years. My father had died while I was an infant; I have only the barest glimpse of him in my memory. Then my mother had remarried, and along had come Melissa, and then Sean. Then my mother and her new husband, Siad (a second-generation Lebanese computer engineer) had divorced. Two years ago they had remarried, and to all appearances were as happy as could be together. In the middle of all this, I had come out as a lesbian. For almost a year, Mom didn't talk to me. Then she changed her mind and wouldn't stop talking to me: apparently she thought that being a dyke made me some kind of sex and relationship expert, and I got way more information about her and Siad's sex life than I ever wanted to hear. Complicated enough for you? It was way too complicated for me. I generally avoided family gatherings at all cost.
What my Mom had described as a cottage looked more like a mansion to me. The place was huge! There were three bedrooms and a futon mattress in the common room. The rent for a weekend was about the same as Aya and I paid for our apartment in Brooklyn.
I felt very self conscious when all five of us were finally together at the cottage. Siad fidgeted uncomfortably and made small talk that seemed forced and out of place; Melissa and Sean both looked like they would much rather be anywhere else, and Mom wouldn't stop giving us crushing hugs and kept breaking down in little crying fits. We all went out for dinner to the one small town on the island, and I drank a lot of wine; the alcohol had a good numbing affect. When we finally got back to the cottage, I stumbled up the stairs, head swimming, and passed out cold the moment my head hit the pillow. I slept long and hard, and didn't dream.
It was late when I woke up. Sun was streaming through the curtains. My dirty clothes were strewn on the floor where I had left them. My hand slipped under the sheet and between my thighs and I discovered that I was already quite moist. Easing into the act, taking my time, I ran my finger very lightly up and down my slit, spreading the copious slippery juices around. My clit twitched with excitement. I pinched and pulled a nipple. My pussy tingled with expectation. Then the door swung open.
My mother knocked twice, after poking her head into the room. "Andrea, wake up sleepyhead! If you want any breakfast, you'd better hurry on down! We're headed down to the beach."
Oh... Damn. Regretfully, I got dressed and went downstairs. At least there was still enough coffee for me to have a cup.
We spent the day at the beach, alternately swimming, napping and snacking. I have to admit that it was pretty nice. I had expected to be bored; I'm not usually much of a beach person. There wasn't anyone else there; the next "cottage" was a mile down the island; the water wasn't too cold once you got used to it; the sun felt great; and I found myself having a great time despite myself. Mom and Siad pretty much stayed on the beach on a blanket, reading their books; Mom with her martini and Siad sipping his iced tea while us three "kids" played in the surf. We avoided talking to Mom as much as we could and generally had a blast.
I hadn't been around my two half-siblings in a long time. They had gone and gotten all grown-up on me. Melissa was twenty, and Sean had just turned eighteen and was starting college in the fall. They were both beautiful, dark eyed and smoky skinned (unlike me- gangly tall, blue-eyed and hiding my pale skin under spf-40 sun block); and Melissa was practically bursting out of her blue bikini (again unlike my flat-chested self, and yes I noticed, and yes I felt bad for noticing).
"Bad Andrea!" I thought "Must get mind out of gutter."
But Melissa was, I kept noticing, looking especially good in that blue bikini. I've never really been a boob girl, but I kept catching myself staring at Mel's. Her breasts were large, but perfectly in proportion with her curvy, svelte body, and they seemed to stand straight out from her chest without any need for support. She had a nice butt too, exactly the kind I like; full and curvy and just begging to be squeezed and licked and kissed. I couldn't believe I was looking at my kid half-sister like that. I was going to have to masturbate soon, before I turned into a total pervert. It was a real shame that I didn't get any cell service out here; I could really have gone for some hot phone sex with Aya.
At one point, we were all three knocked over by a breaking wave, and Melissa's top got pulled straight down almost to her waist. I had a momentary glimpse of exposed breast and brown nipple as she pulled her suit back up, apparently unconcerned. I thought Sean might have caught a peek too, but I couldn't tell. I couldn't blame him if he did. He was pretty easy on the eyes himself, come to think of it. He had a distance-runners' body; lean and muscular, just the kind I would have gone for if I went for boys. He had run cross country all the way through high school, and gone to the state championship. He had a cute ass too. I caught myself wondering what he had going on under those orange swim trunks. At one point, I saw them holding hands as they charged another breaking wave, but I didn't think anything of it.
Later on, Mom and Siad announced that they were going to go visit some of Siad's relatives, the ones who had the island cottage, and lived an hour or two away. We were all welcome to come if we felt like it, but they would probably stay the night over there. Unsurprisingly, we all three opted to stay on the island.
The three of us ordered pizza and drank beer and smoked a little pot that Melissa produced. We all got along really well, especially now that the 'grown-ups' weren't around and we could relax; it was as if a load had been lifted from all of our backs. I invited them both to come visit me in Brooklyn anytime, and they both seemed into it.
After pizza, Sean and Mel wanted to watch a video; I excused myself. They put a Harry Potter movie on, while I went upstairs and took a shower. The hot water felt amazing on my body. I just luxuriated under the shower for a long time, washing away the salt and sand and sunscreen and enjoying the sensation of hot water on my naked body. I started to masturbate a little in the shower, but I didn't get very far. The water started to run cold on me. Anyway, I wanted to make a proper job of it; I had been waiting a long time for this and I wanted it to be memorable, and I had brought one of my favorite toys along, stashed in my backpack.
I toweled off and went across the hall to my bedroom- Mel was in the room across from me, Mom and Siad had the downstairs bedroom while Sean was stuck sleeping on the futon in the living room- and slipped into my room, fully intending to have an extremely long, hot and satisfying masturbation session. Downstairs, I could hear Harry Potter on the television set.
Believe it or not, I fell asleep right away. 'Just a little nap first' I had thought to myself. The long day in the sun and the water and the pizza and beer had snuck up on me. When I opened my eyes again, it was late night, and the light of the full moon was spilling in through the window. My wet towel was still next to me on the bed, where it had left a rather large wet patch, and the only sound I could hear was the ever present low roar of the surf.
The idea came to me out of nowhere, but it was just perfect. I would go down to the beach and fuck myself silly under the full moon, just me and the ocean. I grabbed a beach towel, wrapping it around my body, and fished the pink silicone dildo out of my backpack. Moving quietly, so as not to wake up my sleeping siblings, I slipped out my bedroom door into the hall and down the stairs.
I had just reached the top of the stairs when a sudden sound or movement down below made me freeze in my tracks.
The front door swung silently open, and there was my half-brother Sean, softly illuminated by the ghostly moonlight, standing there completely naked. Drops of water beaded up and streamed off his smooth light brown skin, and his cock dangled thick and pendulous between his legs, crowned with a shock of black hair.
He looked beautiful.
"You look beautiful Sean."
It was Melissa. I hadn't seen her in the shadows. She was lying on her side on the mattress in front of the couch. She was wearing a pair of white cotton string bikini panties, and nothing else. "Come over here Little Brother, I've got something for you."
I crouched down by the banister, barely daring to breathe.
"It's been a long time, Mel" He stood framed in the doorway, looking for all the world like a piece of classical statuary, only with a bigger dick. He wasn't erect, but he was definitely... thick.
"Yeah it has" Melissa said, sitting up on her knees. Her large breasts shook deliciously as she moved. She looked beautiful. "Too long."
"We really shouldn't be doing this" I couldn't believe what I was seeing and hearing. My heart pounded in my chest. I was so afraid that they would catch me out.
"I know. It's really wrong. We've talked about this. It's not right. But I want you."
Sean hadn't moved from the doorway.
"We don't have to. If you don't want to."
"What if she hears us?" Sean's cock was starting to harden. He wasn't fully erect, but his penis was swelling visibly, and starting to stick out. I hadn't actually had sex with a guy since I was seventeen, but that doesn't stop me from appreciating a sexy cock. And Sean's looked really nice.
"She won't hear us. She's upstairs in her room" Melissa gestured at the stairway. I felt incredibly visible. I didn't know how they could not see me crouching at the top of the stairs. "We'll just have to be quiet."
