Diving Into Paris Pt 01

Story 1 The Dive

Authors note:

This story is a very slow burn and involves incest between a Sister and Brother. Expect it to be about 14 stories long. Ten are already completed.

This is my first time submitting, and this is essentially my first erotic story I've written. That said I've been reading erotic literature for over 50 years. Including this site for almost as long as it's been up.

It may be my only ever story series posted. We will see as posting this in itself is a big break from my normal moral life circumstances. For this reason I will remain anonymous under my user name KoraKuros.

The story only contains sexually activity of a brother and Sister over 18 years old.

While set during the Paris Olympic Games and its historical setting. None of the athletes in this story are meant to represent any athlete competing in the games. Or other persons otherwise living or dead.

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The Dive

My head is spinning. But not for what might be obvious. It's what's just happened in me. I'm in Paris, I'm in the stands and it's the 10 metre platform preliminaries. I'm with Mum and Dad in the families seating. Yes my brother is competing. That in itself is amazing, at least it should be. He just dived, it was good, great even, a 73.8. Mum and dad are going nuts and I'm next to them, but I've got to think.

The next diver has already splashed down. Not a brilliant dive. Ok, I will check out the next one. Wow, that Great Britain diver is built. If anything over built. You know that lean well proportioned diver's body. Every muscle defined but perfection. I study him closely, I love the perfection. But nothing.

The next two divers get the same scrutiny. Do I feel the same? My god all these bodies, all this flesh, those tight package revealing swimmers. Nothing. The rest of the first round was a battle of my mind. Trying to figure out what just happened.

First my brother, Sam. I haven't seen him for nearly two years. He's a year older than me but has spent the last two years in training camps and at Uni in a different State. Mum and Dad have gone to some OS comps, like the worlds, but I had my final years of high school to finish. I know he was aiming for Paris, and boy was I excited he got selected, as Mum promised me I could go with them if he did. I actually took a gap year just in case.

I hadn't seen him since but we did talk often. Phones and occasional family zooms. Yeah he is my brother, my older brother and I do look up to him. Yes and he missed my eighteenth birthday. In a way it's my fault he is a national diving champion. You see he started because I was doing gymnastics. Just local level. I suggested trampolining to him. He was a bit of a dweeb and needed something to get fit with. I used to enjoy going off to sessions with him.

That was until some talent scouts saw him and suddenly he was a diver. Then it was my being a typical adolescent girl. My own life and this did not include my brother. Well that's what I told myself.

Eventually he went away to a specialist national sports training centre. I have missed him these last two years and can't wait to really see him, catch up after the game. Really see him.

Crap they are starting the second round dives. They are starting again. See, I think it's just that I haven't seen him and crap his body is really built now. I'm ok. Breath and enjoy.

So now I'm into the bodies. What hot blooded Aussie girl wouldn't be. Except me. I've not really cared. So maybe that's it, my hormones starting to kick in. Good, about time. The first few divers dive. I'm analytical. It's the artist in me. I've been accepted into a fine arts degree but I postponed a year so I could be here, in Paris. The bodies slip by me as perfect specimens of the Greek the Kouros.

Then I stop, hold my breath. It's my brother up on the platform. Wow I'm stunned. I tingle. My nips harden and what! Did I just get a bit wet? I watch this beautiful form rise, roll, and stretch out into the water. Mum and Dad erupt next to me.

"Beaudy " it's a 78.2. Me, I'm just looking at the figure slip out of the water, adjust his swimmers and head to the shower. Shit now I'm a bit worried. Like more than before. On the outside I'm clapping with the team. Two steady dives. It bodes well for progressing. Inside I'm jelly. I don't know what this is. Other than my brain screaming at me that this is wrong.

Again I miss the next diver and focus on the Brit taking the platform. I lean forward and try to feel something. Out of the corner of my eye I see Dad nudge Mum and nod my way. I keep my eyes on this amazing specimen of a male. I even linger on his package. But nothing, nothing like I just felt for my brother. I know now I'm in trouble but am still in denial.

Sam is diving in eight spot, but there are a lot of divers in this preliminary round. The top 18 go on to qualify for the next round tomorrow morning. Sam is placing around nine or tenth at the moment. So I have quite a few divers to go before his round three dive. More time to think, but I can't think, I only feel. Feel what I felt when Sam was up there. Maybe it's just hero worship? Is Sam my new hero? That could be it. Big brother, an Olympian, doing well. Misplaced pride. Ownership that that's my brother up there, representing his country. Putting his body on the line.

Putting his body on the line, that perfect body, that hunky body. Crap, there I go again. But he has put his body on the line. So many times he has been injured. So many times I've chatted to him over the phone, while he in a hospital bed wishing he would get better. Wishing at times he would quit. But he just got better, and now he's diving for gold. Not that any of us would believe gold is possible. The Chinese divers will vi for those. Getting into the finals is enough for the rest of us mortals. See, I distracted myself.

Then second dives are finished and we get a five minute break to stretch our legs. I stand up to do the same. But then I'm aware that yes, I'm a bit wet, you know, down there. I quickly sit down. Does it show? I don't think so, but I can't really check. I squeeze my thighs tight and feel some relief. A pleasant pressure. I think everyone can see that I'm getting turned on. My nips are still hard and I'm a bit flushed.

Mum and dad are chatting. Mum states,"Your're quiet today." Not my normal self I admit.

Dad being Dad has a stir. "Must be all that spelt man flesh."

Mum digs him in the ribs. I moan. Did I just moan out loud, moan not groan.

Mum jumps in with a penetrating question. "Which one?" I flush more.

If only they knew. Silence and then I whisper - "The Brit." Deflect, it works. Dad gives a little fist pump and mum glairs at him. Then she comes to my rescue.

"Yes good choice, he's my pick too." Dad has been snookered. He snickers and sits. The third dives start.

Ok, time to get casual. I lean back, take out my phone, do a selfie and post to the socials. The divers proceed, a few flops but most of the early divers don't do as well as my brother. It's a ranking thing. Sam's not ranked high but that will change after tonight. I try to relax. Mum nudges me, he's up next. I have to notice. He's my brother.

On seeing him I know I've immediately added to my wetness. He walks to the end of the platform. Oh no, he is doing one of those handstand dives. Oh no, because I get a real good look at him. I can really see his package now as he steadies, holds. He looks even better upside down. Before that fantasy has a chance to take root he slips into the air and tumbles gracefully into the water. It's one of those bubble entries and the Aussies around me go wild.

I wait, holding my breath and my body surfaces with him at the edge and rises. I watch as his lean torso reveals itself once again. He grabs that little towel. Why do they have such a little towel? Holds it in front of himself, and goes to his coach to look at the dive on an iPad. I wait for the results, 82.3. Wow suddenly he skyrockets into third. I know there are many more divers to come but that was awesome. It's high fives all round.

Another dive happens then mum reminds me. It's the Brit next. Okay I've got this, I sigh and wait. He does a good dive, not as good as Sam's but I realise I have a good decoy here. I groan and do a fakie clap letting my teenage girlie out. I now have Mum and Dad convinced. I can blush all I like, but they won't know the real cause of my flushed state. It's my brother. I couldn't be more proud and more scared at the same time.

Maybe it's Paris, city of love and all that. My romantic fantasies come true. Has it cast its spell on me? Did Cupid miss hit and string me a brother arrow instead of one of these other hunky athletes.

Round four brings each hunk into the spotlight. My brother prepares for a backward two and a half with a twist. God I love his cute ass. Firm, totally squeezable, but if I was doing the squeezing I would be pulling him into my groin. Yes please. I surprise myself. I desperately want to put my hand down there to rub. I hold my breath.

He jumps, spins, and crap! He's missed the dive. Not badly, but he over rotates and the splash makes it obvious. Shit! Now I'm invested. My perfect fantasy ruined. I watch him haul himself from the pool. Shoulders slumped a bit. I just want to hug him. Hold and comfort him. Now that's a proper sisterly thing to do. Problem is I'm continuing to get wetter. 54.3. It could be worse, but he slips down the leader board.

I hardly notice the Brit. I'm thinking about Sam. What courage this must take? How many misses did he have before he got to this level. Once I tried a somersault off a three meter board. I came down hard on my back. Never again. That was so bad. How much must it hurt from ten meters?

When we were younger Sam took me up to the top platform. I was petrified. I clung to the rails as Sam told me that one day he would be in the Olympics diving from here. Yeah, sure I thought, dream on bro. Then to prove it to me he ran to the edge and did a perfect swan dive straight into the water. I was stunned. Maybe he could. But my legs were jelly and I edged my way back to the ladder. Shaking, I was rather proud I made it back down. Was that the start of the dream. Was he diving for his little sister?

Round five was underway and I know Sam needed a big dive. I see him make his way up the ladder to the first platform, a waiting stage. "Go Sam!" I yell at the top of my lungs. I was standing, he stops and looks my way. I think he smiled. God I hope I haven't put him off. I quickly sit. My undies are soaked. I make sure not to sit back on my dress, I hope it's not showing up there. The cold chill of the seat presses my folds.

But the Sam is up again about to dive. From about the spot he took off from when we were kids. Did he remember his comment. He runs forward, hops, springs, and does a perfect 4 1/2 forward somersault with pike position. Tight entry and we all go wild. This time he beams as he exits the water. His coach gives him a high five. Then the score drops. 91.2 Amazing. He is now back to fifth place. Good news, he will qualify for the next round.

I actually missed seeing the Brit. Mum reminds me, "Hey you missed him." I think she is fantasising over the Brit a bit.

I say," I was still stunned by Sam actually."

Dad pipes up, "At least you have your priorities right."

I smile. If only he knew! He might disown his little Girl. Inside I'm completely jelly. One more dive. This is torture. Is it just fantasy or impure thoughts? I don't know. I have not been one to just rub one out. In fact I rarely do, then just to see what my girlfriends are so crazy about. I don't even know if I have had a real orgasm. But I think if I could just slip my fingers in I would come and come right now.

I need a drink. I need a cold shower. There's one down there on the pool deck but I doubt they would let me down on the pool deck with my brother. I pick up my water bottle and take a long drink. My brother is up. We are well into the final round. I jam my water bottle between my thighs. I feel the cold on my wet clit. That fine muscular creature I know as my brother throws his little towel down. Addresses the dive and I know he is diving for me. He has an eight pack, I follow it down to his groin. I imaging his manhood throbbing for me. He takes off, springs, twists and turns and slips into the whirlpool of my loins.

God! I'm coming. I mean really cumming. Like actually squirting down there. The crowd around me is going off in a different way. I need to do something. The water bottle. Like a thick penis between my legs has tipped me over. I rip off the lid, pull it out and tip the water over me and into my lap. I can smell me on the bottle, slippery. I rub my face with, it as if to cool down and empty the rest of the bottle over me. The score comes up 89.5. What! for me it was a ten. I now know what it's like to cum.

He is into the semi's, finishing forth. The Brit actually came in third so my cover is still in place.

Dad has organised the Aussie team families to have Pizzas for tea not far from here. He booked tables and all.

"You need to dry out," Dad smirked. "At least it's hot out."

All I'm thinking is I'm glad for the chlorine smell of the pool. I must smell like a cheap Parisian whorehouse.

I need to go. But the que for the females at the pool is long. I let Mum know I saw a toilet block in the park. One of those ones with many doors. I will wait for those. I'm still as randy as hell. Dad had slipped into the gents. Mum engages me in conversation about the Brit.

"Sam could introduce me," she said. "I know they are friends."

I mumble something, maybe I could use a decoy. So I don't say no. I try to look embarrassed.

We finally get to the toilets and we don't have to wait long. It cost a Euro to get in but at least it's clean. I'm a mess. My pants are so wet. There's an air dryer in here, that will be useful.

I sit and empty my bladder. Relief. Then I check out my pussy. I am so wet. I'm still leaking. I part my lips. God my clit is so swollen. I wet my fingers in my juices. It's that clears stretchy kind and very slippery. Mum told me that this means I'm fertile right now. Very fertile. She put me on the pill after she had that talk. But it's not been helpful since. No action.

My brain whirs, may be that's it I'm just a horn dog at the moment and was focussed on my brother. It's not that I'm a pervert. It's not incest is it? Not incest to just be randy.

As I think about this my fingers absentmindedly slip either side of my clit and rub. Suddenly I'm thinking of abs, naked bodies, naked brother, I touch my clit and I explode. My whole body is convulsing and shaking. I thought it was a myth, but here I am spraying into the bowl. I clamp my legs together trapping my hand as I ride it out.

Wow, wow, wow. I slump stunned. I want that again but for now I feel it's over. Thank god for toilet paper. Wait what. No this is France. It's a bidet. It could be a blessing.

Mum knocks. "Are you okay?"

I think quickly, - "Its this bidet thing I might be a tad longer, I've wet my cloths some more. "

The warm water washes my pussy. It feels nice, relief nice. I have removed my skirt and panties and give my nether region a good rinse.

It smells so bad in here. Horny bad. I notice I'm still leaking pussy juice. How do I stop that flow? That's it a tampon. I don't think one has ever slipped in so easily and as it expands in place it's sort of comforting. The little mouse tail hangs down as I stand to deal with my cloths. I might as well rinse my panties so I do, and use a little hand soap. I just do a few parts of my dress and the hand dryer starts it's thing. It takes quite a few times but the panties are now almost dry and I can slip them back on. My dress follows and I straighten myself out. Now to face mum. I'm still a bit flushed but my body has calmed down.

I leave, taking what dignity I can muster.

"That bloody thing nearly drowned me."

Mum gives me a hug. I feel loved even though Dad is almost in hysterics behind me. He is so in trouble from mum though. She glared.

Tea is fun, all the families, chatting, drinking. I have wine, I need a stiffer drink, but I forget for a moment my incestuous afternoon. Many people comment on how well Sam did. He might be even in for a medal.

We stumble back to the apartment, a two bedroom arrangement. We watch a few of the highlights on the small TV but it's in French and only showing French athletes. Bed calls and I hug the folks. It's been an exciting, eventful and distressing day.

I hope I can sleep.