My sister always used to wear these shorts that were too long for my tastes that she hitches up when she's feeling hot, so I thought I'd do her a favor and get her luggage stolen for her.
Not by myself of course, she would kill me. But I know this guy at a panel beater and a little monetary encouragement later our bags and my car were happily being never found again.
Suffice to say she was mortified. She thought we had left the crime and corruption back at home, and couldn't believe that we could get our car stolen from under our noses. Of course with my 'insurance money' I managed to get voucher for clothes at a local lingerie and swim wear store. I took my darling shopping! Pretty soon after some coaxing her shorts and t shirt trips to the beach would become a bikini thong to the pool.
I had chosen the most devious of shops too! I had gotten only swim wear and lingerie catalogs back from the shop. She would obviously pick the more conservative items so I'd just reorder when she finished marking what she wanted. There was not a skirt or dress that finished off more than just past her ass. Nor were there any pants or long sleeved any things since I didn't want her going to the pool in that. Instead thin tank tops, bikini tops and strapless boob tubes ruled the day. I made sure too that the underwear catalog was of similar tastes. Lacy teddies and ultra-thin g strings were all she was getting. I ordered an entire lingerie section for her as well as a few very daring evening dresses. She obviously wasn't happy with her choices at first. But I told her we were going Tropical after all and everybody there dresses like that.
'Besides' I said. 'You've got a beautiful body. Show it off a bit.'
She relaxed a little. 'Okay we'll see.'
'Anyway if you don't like it I'll buy you more.' I reassure her. The clothes came the next day and she modeled a few of the more conservative ones for me. I picked up a tiny yellow string bikini off the bed. It had double string attachments on both the top and bottoms. when I'd seen it in the catalog I just knew it would be perfect on her.
'I bet you'd look great in this' I say.
'Not in public' she said quickly 'But I may let you see me in it sometime.'
'Sometime?' I ask her daring her to say when.
'Sometime' she says again smiling this time.
I had made sure I'd chosen all of the skimpiest swim wear I could find. She loved wearing hot pants so her selection was craftily chosen from bikini bottoms that were almost thong and skin tight. My favorite was the most innocent looking of the lot that I'd found in an adult shop. It was far more modest than the others but it came with a special feature. It became translucent when wet. She is now quite at ease around me. She has no qualms walking around in just a bra and a g string; she sees me watching her sometimes but keeps her distance still. I suppose that she is adamant about enforcing the rule that since our parents died we don't get involved.
I knew that she was still very much a shy woman, growing up in a very conservative household and the idea of wearing any of these in a public place would be daring. So it was obvious that she would go for the trick swimsuit, and although it was very form fitting, outlining every contour on her body and barely covered the beginning of her fleshy cheeks at the rear it finished just under her navel, with the top being low enough to allow some of her cleavage to pop out squeezing her breasts together so that they appeared larger than they actually were. it was huge in comparison to most of the other swim wear.
Living almost on the beach front has its advantages. Access to your own private beach whenever you wanted and being able to step off your backyard and onto the sand was magical. No worries about carrying towels, sandals or even picnic baskets, although later on we did enjoy having our lunch out on a favorite rock that was expertly chiseled by the waves to provide sheltered seating and a table. The cottage that we had was beautifully designed and created to be secluded from its immediate neighbors. Hence with its high walls and easy beach access nobody would even know you were home. The only visible part of the house was the showers just on the edge of the property. An amazing feat of plumbing it was too, because you could get hot and cold water shooting at you all over your body from eight different places at once.
Our first stop this morning would be the beach, where we had spent countless hours of our childhood. We were both eager to re-explore the little slice of the ocean we could call our own. So we went off to the beach, no guesses at what she was wearing. There being not a soul in sight she is quite relaxed. She sits down on the sand near the edge of the waves and beckons me over. She's a lot more fun when she forgets herself. It's not long before she is splashing in the water and frolicking in the waves. Sadly I see no difference in her swimsuit. I move more inside the little beach to a rock formation that is a semi tidal pool. The water is only knee high in most places but the calming effects of the ocean and added security of the rock pool are overpowering and even I let go of my body and let the sea have its way with it. She too eventually cools down a little and begins squatting in the water on her knees. After being submerged for about half an hour, I randomly get glimpses of her that are very promising. She lies in the water being caressed by gentle waves that pick her up and reveal beautiful pink nipples clearly through the transparent white top. Having swayed all this time with the ebb and flow of the waves, her eyes are closed, and her body totally relaxed quite oblivious of everything.
Although after a while even though I was careful not to stare the way I usually do, she realized she was naked. She freaks out. I ask her innocently what's wrong. And covering her breasts with one arm and her other jammed between her thighs she said 'I think we need to go back. My suit is see through'.
'Oh really!' I exclaim 'let me see!'
'No ways!'
'Look I'm the only one around and its a private beach. It can't be that bad. Besides you have a beautiful body'.
She calmed down a notch.
'Look' I continued. 'There's no one about. Sit back down in the water and just relax'.
She did as I suggested.
'You trust me, don't you' I asked
'Yes I do you know I do'.
'I'd never hurt you or let anything happen to you'. I said quite truthfully.
'Thank you she says', relieved. 'I know you will take care of me'.
And pulling away from me a bit says 'it doesn't look that bad does it?'
And though I could see every curve of my sisters pussy, her beautifully crafted lips pressed together by the weight of the water on the material and her shaven cunt glistened within the cheesecloth thin pants, I reply 'No of course not' quite vehemently.
'You can't even notice, only up close. And don't worry you are so beautiful I can't take my eyes off your face anyway.'
She laughs at that, my silly vain princess, and splashes water at me.
After a while we finally tire of the water and just sit on the sand enjoying the sun. We head back to our cabin, to the outside shower and being full of sand and sticky from the salty water I jump in and wash up. Surprisingly she joins me and in seconds her body is alive with water drenching her almost naked skin. She watches me intently. A last look I think to see if I notice her. Does she want me to? I don't look at her though but look at her straight in the eye and say 'shall I order pizza?'
she laughs and says 'last one in pays!' And with a peck on my cheek she races in still dripping.
