Diving Into Paris Pt 06 Food Play

Story 7. Chimney time.

Authors note. If you live in Europe you may have heard of or tasted the wicked donut called a Chimney. The rest of the world is missing out on a 'pete mort' look it up if you can't visualise one. This chapter uses a Chimney for erotic food play.

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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Chimney Time

Zombie sleep, well that's what they should call it. I was out to it so deep when mum stuck her head in to wake us. Sam groaned, I groaned. I looked at my phone to check the time. Fuck only five am. Dad wasn't kidding about getting going early.

I remembered last night. I took a deep sniff. The room smelt of a mixture of massage oil and other stuff. I took a whiff of my shoulder. Mm boy juice. It was where I rubbed some of Sam's cum in. Mm some of the other stuff was definitely boy and me.

I crawl out of bed, thank god Sam had the sense to open the window last night. I stuck my head out. Mm farm smells, bovine. That was the missing one. I think I will become a smell detective.

I go back to Sam's bed and look under. The towels are way back but the smell is obvious. Sam has dropped off again. I shake him. I come close and smell him deeply as I whisper in his ear.

"Cum for me bro, come for me. Do you have morning wood for me Sam? Oh Sam! Oh Sam yes yes yes!"

His eyes pop open and sees me above him grinning my face off. He is confused.

"O shit, was that you. I was in a great dream."

"So do you have morning wood?"

"Unfair!" he cries as he bolts out of bed and rushes to the toilet, crouching as he goes to hide his boner from the world.

"Fuck!" I hear him say, then the front door opens, and sounds continue outside. I rush to the window and there is Sam relieving himself against a tree. He is still hard and it takes a bit for him to let down. He doesn't realise I'm getting a profile view. The stream moves up before in arch's down. I clap and hold up an imaginary score card.

"8...7.5...8 and a half... 9." I intone in a classic scorers voice.

Sam spins around, tucking himself in as he goes. Sees me and shouts, "You're dead meat!"

Then he dives through the window does a roll and tackles a very startled me to the bed. Then he tickles me. It's on. In the mallee of tickles we roll off the floor and I land on top of him with a thump.

I have the soft landing. Then I realise.

"Shit I hope I didn't injure you?"

"Well if you did you will have to massage me again."

We are still giggling. I look down into his eyes and get lost for a moment. I think I'm about to kiss him when the door flys open and Dad barges in.

"Stop mucking around! Are you alright? Is anyone hurt." Dad looks at Sam confused. "But I thought I saw you rush outside."

"Well you said I could use a tree. Mum was in the loo," he explained.

I pointed to the open window and part mimed his entrance.

"It was a perfect forward somersault with a tackle tickle twist."I added in the commentator voice.

Dad laughed. "Well Mums almost out. We thought we would pack and go very soon and hit the village for coffee and breakfast. It looks like you guys had showers last night so shall we say twenty minutes."

Fortunately I remember my pj swap before going out so I pull out an outfit that I can snuggle in in the car. One that is also decent if mum turns around.

Then I remember that I had an answer. Sam is not gay. I decide I won't seduce him, even though crap it's tempting. I want him to love me for me, not because little head wants head from me. My mind boggles at what I saw last night. Sam was actually giving himself head. Maybe I should install a mouse.

I slip my top off then realise Sam is still in the room. There I flashed him again. What is with me and flashing.

"Opps sorry Sam, I didn't remember you were still here."

Sam is sitting on his bed and covering what is obviously a growing problem. Did I just say I wasn't going to seduce him? Was flirting seducing? Because I have a feeling we have both being flirting.

"Well I guess we will be sharing rooms all week. Perhaps we should just act natural." He whips his boxers down and moves naked to his bag. His bonner is now pointing up at an acute angle.

"Now that's not natural dude," I say. "Dam that's impressive."

I turn my back as I drop my shorts and install panties and shorts. Then I put my top on but not before I turn to watch him put a T on before his jocks and training shorts.

I look at him and say, "I guess we are both voyeurs at heart."

Sam nods and adds. "It fun though."

You better wait to let that go down before leaving. I grin as I leave to go to the bathroom. I'm actually busting by now. Mousie installed, I splash and wash my face. I don't want mum hugging me good morning and taking a sniff.

After coffee and breakfast we are on our way. We snuggle on the back seat. Sam says we can go back to the between his legs position again as he doesn't need to try and hide his reactions anymore. So we snuggle close as I wrap my arms around his arms wrapped around me. We sleep. It is a warm comforting sleep. It is familiar, we are family but at the same time it has an intimate edge. I want my brother as a brother first, and if it happens then my lover.

We are staying in Fabregas just east of Marseille. So we stop for light lunch in Marseille. Mums wants to do a bit of shopping for the next few days.

"Can Sam and I do a bit of window shopping while you do?"I ask.

We arrange to meet them back here in forty minutes.

When they have gone Sam pulls me to him and we amble closely.

"I'm loving having my little sister so close and being able to be open with her," Sam says. "I hope you can forgive me for deserting you for so long."

I squeeze his waist tighter.

"I think I can, but I've got a lot to make up. And a lot to work through. You know I'm glad your not gay. It makes things easier in a way."

"I know what you mean. Jack has a bit of a complicated time with his family."

"I guess you can't control who you get hard for."

I drop that into Sam's thought box. I think he realises he got hard for me this morning. But if he is like me he is going to be very conflicted.

Sam agrees with a sigh in French, "We."

Then I see it, a specialist chimney shop.

"Sam, are you ready for another petite mort?"

"God yes," says Sam.

Before we go in I pull him aside, against the window. I hold his cheeks and come close.

"Are you up for a little death tonight when the olds are asleep?" His pupils dilate and his lips blush. "You know a little experimenting. Nothing too full on. Because I have an idea I want to try."

He nods, "Can I trust you?"

"Mmm maybe, maybe not. I'm going to buy an extra one for us to share tonight, but don't say anything."

Giggling again we go in. I order a simple lemon butter one and Sam goes a caramel and honeycomb crunch. I ask if they have any chilled and packed to go, as I want it to be able to be refrigerated. They do and I order a chocolate and cream. They have them. It's a popular takeout choice, apparently.

Eating we cross the road and head back.

"We should open one of these on the Gold Coast, Australia has nothing like this," Sam suggests.

"Well if anyone else does it might ensure I come to visit you. I wouldn't mind opening it with you though."

I quietly study the size of the hole through the chimney. Mmm I think it will fit I say to myself.

Soon we hear a car horn and our folks are here.

"What you didn't get us one?" Dad sounds a bit put out.

I suggest they are worth driving back to Marseille for but we didn't get you one as you need two hands for driving and you're keen to get there. They are messy. I make a show of licking my very messy hands.

"What about mine, I'm not driving?" Mum protests.

"And Dad would settle for being the only one missing out. I don't think so," Sam adds.

"I guess we are coming back then, without the kids as punishment." We both groan.

We are weaving our way along the coast with the sparking Mediterranean on our right. Eventually we pull into our rental. It's very near the main row of small shops and a couple of hundred metres from the beach.

It's actually more a house with its own pool. It's the owners beach house. They only use it a few months of the year. They rent it the rest. It only has two bedrooms. The master is in the old section, which has been converted to include a previous smaller bedroom as a fancy ensuite.

Our room has direct access to the older family bathroom but it is a large extension overlooking the pool. With large sliding doors. As we tour we are introduced to a large king sized double bed.

"Now that is awesome but unfair, I might just end up raping your son Mum."

Looks were icy but she says cheekily, "I think he knows what I'd think about that."

Sam splutters a bit but recovers to say. "I might just rape your daughter Dad. "

"Well I think I'll call the Gendarmes now. Give them advanced warning. "

"You might need to Dad. You bred a sexy women their Dad."

I do a cute Doris Day pose cuddling up to Dad and say, "Doesn't he know it."

We laugh and I giggle.

"Well I suggest we all get in our swimmers and get into that pool. The setting up can wait till later." Dad replies.

We retrieve our bags, and I wonder where to put our chimney so Dad won't eat it. Sam opens a cupboard in our room, and discovers a beer fridge.

"Perfect," I say, "we may even stock up on a little bit of alcohol."

"Perhaps we should keep this quite from the folks. But not too much extra alcohol, you know what happened in Paris."

"True I may just rape you for real this time," and I give him a big hug.

We hear a splash, more a bomb. Dad's in, and we scurry to get our swimmers. I bags the bathroom first. You can see right into our bedroom from the pool. Sam shrugs and changes where he is it's only dad and we all know mum will be a while.

I get a chance to say goodbye to another white mouse. I haven't been over randy just pleasantly moist.

I hear Sam splash down. I run out and do simple dive into the deep end. I score a 4 and 4.5 from the boys. Mum does eventually get in via the steps and we have some family games. Marco Polo gets played for quite a few round but boy, Sam is as fast and sleek under the water as he is diving.

Mum hops out and sits in the shade for a bit. I decide to hop out and lay on the warm wet tiles on the pool edge. Then Dad declares he does not want to burn on the first day and didn't want to get all oily from sunscreen this late in the afternoon. He walks past the sunscreen I put on the table, picks it up and throws it to Sam.

"You might want to do your sisters back before she roasts."

"My pleasure." says Sam. Sam hops out and he's in his Australian comp speedos. He grabs the two beach towels he found in our room and lays them out end to end on the dry tiles.

"I don't want to get sunscreen in the pool," he explains.

He kneels in front of me and begins working on my arms and shoulders. I look up and see the nicest view of his package.

I smile and whisper, "I like, what happens if you get hard in those?"

He quickly moves to the side working on torso. My bikini is stringed on top but more modest in the bottoms. He works his hands under the strings and makes sure he gets the bit of side boob not covered in fabric.

"I'm loving this," I say.

"You have the softest skin I've felt in a while, I'm loving this also." He works down to my butt and thighs. "I'm normally working on hard muscles."

"I thought you said you weren't gay," I pout.

"Doesn't mean I haven't felt a few of the bodies."

"What you mean you have played around with the guys a bit?" He has his hand between my thighs awfully close to my moistness.

"Well maybe a bit of a test of the waters," he confesses. "Changing the subject, you know massage is actually on the curriculum. We often give each other massages when we need them and the pros have gone home."

"God no wonder a lot of you turn gay."

He finishes my feet and toes. I'm ticklish so that's a bit of a squirm.

"Your turn now, I want to feel this body again. You know if I do this three times it's my body. I'm claiming exclusive rights."

He groans and whispers, "I wish."

I pour some cold cream in the middle of his back. It gets a reaction.

"What was that I didn't hear it?"

"Nothing," he says. I contemplate what he might have meant as I do his back. I don't push him, but could it mean he is into me at least physically. But it also indicates a degree of desire and longing. I work up to his shoulders brushing my tits on his back. Deliberately, I move closer, pressing my breasts even firmer and whisper in his ear.

"Two more and you can have mine."

I then move down to his butt and thighs. I move my sunscreen hands under his swimmers and kneed both cheeks. Full on and right up to his star. Then I move to his thighs and copy the intimate closeness he deployed on me, very close to his bits. He pushes his hips up and readjusts himself. OMG, THE CRAKEN HAS BEEN RELEASED. He is literally poking down his leg outside his swimmers.

I move down to his toes and work my way up to his throbbing man meat. I have the best view. I work back up between the thighs on the other side of this treasure. The back of my hand rubs against his naked penis. Immediately Sam's penis is convulsing and is cuming on my hand and the concrete. His groan says it all.

I whisper, "Stay there, I came a little bit too. "

I need to put some sunscreen on my front. I scoop some of his spent juices up into my hand. Sit on my towel in front of him. Spread my legs with heels on the ground and presenting an open but covered pussy, I begin putting 'sunscreen' on my stomach. Rubbing his come all over my stomach, under my bikini and down to my legs. I just touch my clit over the fabric and I am cuming, cuming and squirting a little. Sam has a direct view.

"Wow," he says as I shake through it. "I think we needed that."

I take some of my juices and wipe it near on his shoulder near his nose.

"Now we are both marked." I lay down and face him.

We look a bit guiltily at each other.

Quietly he says, "I love you sis"

"I love you bro."

Spent, we both dose in the sun, content.

Mum disturbs us with a call to dinner. I look up at Sam and suggest we might need a bit of a swim before we eat.

Horrified he says "yes."

He makes sure he's tucked back in and says roll. We roll in unison to the edge and drop in.

"Ah that's good." shouts Sam. At the same time we are both frantically rubbing our costumes and bodies under water.

I hop out and go to our towels. They both have wet spots but mine is bigger. I quickly grab Sam's towel and say, I think I like your towel better. So I start drying myself with it, rubbing his scent back into my skin. Sam grabs my towel and starts to use it, he feels the cool dampness over his chest and the penny drops.

"Brat," he whispers. "I think I'll air dry." he declares,

Mum has prepared Aussie style hamburgers and salad. Well without the beetroot and proper buns. Oh, and tomato sauce. What she found is very different.

Dad brings out some French beers. So we eat, sit and chat. Mum and Dad begin to talk diving. I decide to find where a wifi password might be. It's in the book of guest instructions.

Excited I yell out, "I found it. We have wifi!"

And I connect. I haven't had wifi since Paris. My time limited phone plan wifi ran out just as we were packing up in Paris. My phone goes nuts.

I start reading through the hundreds of messages. At least fifty from my BFF. I decide to send a group message to let them know I was alright, was now in South France and could begin tabulating results. I apologise for no wifi for two days, and urge patience. I bury my head in reading and responding.

Two hours later I become aware of Mum and Dad pulling up stumps and heading to bed. So I put my phone down and give them a hug good night.

"Don't stay up all night," Mum says as I hug her. Then added, "Who am I kidding. Stay up as long as you like so long as you don't disturb the neighbours or us."

The pool is very well screened. I glance around. I can't see a window or light anywhere near. We can see a slither of the Mediterranean over the town side fence.

Sam grabs two more bears and joins me.

"What had you buried in your phone?"

"I happen to have friends. It's a massive backlog here. Still clearing it."

Sam laughs, "So do I, but many of them were at the Olympics so not so much to catch up on. But I do have plenty of WiFi, it came with our Olympic package."

"You bastard, I could have hotspotted you."

"You my sweet, didn't ask."

"I didn't see you on your phone much."

"True but then I had you."

"True I'm better than any phone."

We giggle again. The main lights go out behind us. We are lit just our bedroom lights.

"Did you see any curtains. Our room may not be too private."

"No," says Sam and he hops up and examines the windows. "Nothing, not even curtain rails."

I go and grab the guest book. There under a page of unique things about the house is the missing piece to the puzzle.

"Sam go inside and go to the light switch." He does. "Is there another switch and dimmer thing below them? Try turning it on." He does and instantly he disappears.

"Wow where did you go I can't see a thing and it's darker out here."

"Well I can see you."

"Turn the Knob." As he does I begin to gradually see him.

He turns it further and yells, "Hey now the whole window is a mirror in here. But I can't see you again."

He turns off the master switch. Suddenly the window is back clear as before.

"Ok that is awesome. Sam swap, let me try."

I'm on the controls. One direction it blacks the outside but I can see out. In the middle it's like a faded dimmer switch on the world. To the right it's total mirrors in the room. Sam is calling what he can't and can see. Smirking to myself I know exactly where I want to put the towels when we have our Chimney.

I come back out to Sam who says, "Wow that is amazeballs. I guess we will have some privacy. I knew this type of window existed but have never seen one."

"Let's talk some more, we have to finish these beers at least," I suggest.

"You don't like think we are going too far do you? I don't want to push or hurt you in anyway Shiona."

I look at Sam. "Honestly Sam I think I am the one that is doing the pushing."

"But you're my younger sister. I should be protecting you."

"True, but then I've just actually discovered sexuality and my sexual urges. I'm loving finding out how I tick. Not to mention learning how the male body works. When did you discover you were a boy?"

"Probably when we were in the bath, I guess I was 5 and you were 3 but I don't remember it at all."

"No, I meant...," I mime jacking off.

"You know I'm a boy right! Well first, us boys don't normally talk about the old Jack off. You know that's our nick name for Jack the Brit. The old Jack-off."

I giggle. "Ok second."

"We get embarrassed when we do. We all do it but that doesn't mean it's not a guilt riddled pleasure. I guess it's because when we are going through puberty and stuff. We have to do it on the quiet, when no one's around. God help us if we were to be caught with a boner."

"Makes sense. Us girls talk about our bits quite a bit. I think we like to share when our boobs are growing. Girlfriends are sort of safe. We share dreams, hopes, crushes, first times."

"Do they know your a virgin?" Sam asks blushing.

"Oh yes, they are asking me all the time if I've lost my V card yet. Maybe 20% of these texts are hinting or outright asking on that topic."