Story 4 The Finals
This story is a very slow burn and involves incest between a Sister and Brother. Expect it to be about 14 stories long. Some part posted will contain two stories combined. Ten are already completed.
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 Finals
The final is late afternoon. We are a tad excited but need to kill some time. We decide to wander down to the river Seine. It's quite a few blocks away but we can get a taxi or bus back if we need to. We spend a lazy afternoon resting on the lawn. Sam doesn't dive till after six.
I catch up on some posts. First I message Sam. I attach a beautiful photo of him mid flight in his high score dive. I just wrote. See I do notice. Only have eyes for you. All the best for tonight, love Sis. I don't expect him to see it before hand but it's the thought that counts.
Well my competition posts are an absolute hit. Comments like. God girl that is kinky, didn't think you had it in you. Paris's done its job on you. Fuck this is addictive. My bros are starting to rib me about how I'm using the remote on the diving. Best idea ever! Can't wait for the sleepover. It goes on and on.
I get a number of requests for more images. Some ask if I can get signatures, addresses and some have even joined their favs fan pages. I guess there may have been some wetness bonuses already. I don't expect I will get to meet any of them except Sam of course.
I do warn them about the standard protocol of dating a girlfriends brother. OUT OF BOUNDS. That doesn't go down well. But I'm just protecting myself. I note that Mums been busy on her phone.
We all get Chimneys from a street vendor on our way back to the venue. Oh my god, orgasm in the mouth. Don't ask. It's a thing. Mm I have a wicked thought. I said don't ask but I may have to try it if I can find a willing... lover. I'm horny again.
Finally the finals. I can't believe it will be over so soon. With only 12 finalists it will be faster. We sit with other competitors families. Mum and dad chat to them a bit as they have met before at previous meets. I'm getting a bit defensive but then I remember score card point three about friendliness.
What happens next blows me away. I get my phone out quickly. Because it's a final they introduce all divers and their names appear in big bold letters on ether side of the door they come through. I snap each one, this will help with our competition.
Then it's Sam emerging, smiling, waving confident but not too much. We rise and cheer. But I get the snap then switch to video. Almost too late but I get some footage. He's ranked fourth then its a Chinese Brit sandwich at the end.
We begin. It's obvious the dives have gone up a level and so has the scoring. I get a few of the 'packages' I'm missing. But I'm ready for Sam. But I'm not ready. My pride and horniness are bubbling out of me. That's my brother the Olympian. That's my brother my hero. That's my lover! I wish. My wet dream. My current wetness. OMG. Everything is bigger, every feeling, every fear. I've got it bad.
I realise the big screen is showing me, and my oldies on the big screen. I'm just sitting there star struck mouth slightly open. I look sexy in my green and gold. Mum put some war paint on me. On my forehead she made a big yellow heart and Sam written in green. It looks like I've just been laid, I'm glowing. Frankly I think I've just had a mini death and I look it. My phone starts going off. I mean off. O..M..G... did that just get broadcast to the world. He scores well and he remains in fourth.
Round two didn't go so well for Sam but for quite a few of the others it's the same. I can't even imagine the mental pressure they all must be under. He slips back a bit but regains his place in the next few rounds. Sam scores a few bonus points with each dive. I think I'm going off my tits with excitement but internally it's just one big surreal whirl. Strangely calm.
"The camera man must like you," mum leans in to tell me. "You have featured three times already."
"What!" I shake myself out a bit. "I hadn't noticed."
I had put my phone on silent but I can feel it vibrating continuously.
Last dive and they have that thing where the top three line up in medal order until they are booted out by the next successful dive. Sam is next and he pulls out a beauty. He stands in the first place spot. The others already there high five him, and he gets a hug from the Canadian.
Then it's the first Chinese Diver. Naturally he takes Sam's place. But I'm surprised they really are very friends and Sam it genuinely happy for him. Then it's Jacks turn. I really try but no, no increased wetness. It's only for Sam. Jack joins Sam on the seat of death. He is beaming as he has at least a bronze. It's like Sam and Jack are best friends. I realise it's now all over for them, they can relax. But fate lives in the last dive. For Sam it's bronze or nothing.
I watch anxiously as the last diver performs. The experienced diver takes the platform. A hush settles on the crowd. We expect perfection but get something less. Not the perfect entry, something was amiss. But to my untrained eye I had no clue. Sixes start to appear on the judges call out. When totalled the score placed him between Jack and Sam. Jack had silver, Sam a close forth. The three medal winners are ecstatic and so is Sam.
I'm screaming and taking pictures. Then they are heading our way. The winners only, Sam has gathered with the other divers preparing to exit stage left. Jack is right near us hugging parents getting selfies.
I call out at the barrier. "Jack can I get a selfie?"
He looks, reads my face paint and his eyes light up.
"Your Shiona, Sam's little sister. Of course." Shocked he knows of me, I get the picture. In a half hug I congratulate him.
Jack says, "Sam talks of you all the time."
