Diving Into Paris Pt 08 The Line

Story 9 The Talk, and 10 - Consummation.

Author's note. I have combined story 9 and 10. I fear I've made my good readers wait enough for the big incest barrier to be crossed. Thanks for reading. More stories coming which also include some hot sex and lovemaking so don't stop reading.

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 Talk.

I wake first and listen. It's quiet. It feels late. Sam and I are naked sprawled over the bed. No doona, it's been flung on the floor.

I take a moment to contemplate the body before me. Slowing I recall the details of the erotic night just spent.

How cute. Sam is limp. No morning wood today. He must be so sore and worn out. I have never seen his penis so tiny. All tucked up in its scrotum nest. I grab my phone and take a photo. I see the time 10 am.

Shit, I hope the olds have not peeked in. I tiptoe to the door and listen. Nothing. I find some fresh cloths and cover Sam before I open the door. To my surprise there is a trail of coffee pods from our door leading to kitchen. I follow them to a coffee machine and a note.

Sam and Shiona

There is coffee.

We decided to go to Marseille for Chimneys and some sight seeing.

Can you meet us around 2 pm at our local beach across the road from the shops.

Have lunch first.

Be in your swimmers and we can have a family swim in the Mediterranean.

I sigh with relief, and totter back to the room. I slip my cloths off again, and carefully uncover Sam. I shudder as I remember we are having a Talk today, the Big Talk.

Then I toilet and transfer the towels to the dryer. They don't have clothes lines on the continent. I need coffee and decide a swim this morning is just what I need.

I watch myself in the mirror walls as I walk around the room. I decide the view of Sam is too good to miss completely, so slowly turn the dimmer switch till the outside appears again but it's not too bright for Sam. I let him sleep.

The parentals even left fresh baked pastries and a long baguette on the bench for us. The fridge reveals fillings for the baguette. Sweet, they thought of everything. Almost pampering us. I'm suspicious like they know something.

I take my coffee and some food out onto the Patio. I can see Sam enough to notice him wake. There is my love. Naked, innocent, well as innocent as I am now. I think about the big question.

I know the big question is will we cross the big line. The very big and looming incest line. Last night in the shower we both confessed we wanted to. When I think about that shower it was very intimate. Intimate and emotional.

In the harsh reality of day will we both feel the same. We were so fragile and vulnerable. I looked at Sam. The parents are away and we have almost four hours. A big part of me wants to go in there and wake him with my mouth and get him to fuck me hard.

But I need to not seduce him. In fact, what if yesterday was just randy male hormones at play? Did he love me because I'm a fun sister? Or does he Love me with a capitol L soulmate love? I decide I need to give him space. Deep down I know for me the answer is much deeper than hormones.

I think about how long I've loved Sam. I mean how long before I saw him dive. Why I missed him so much? Why I ignored him for the few years before he went away?

I sigh and go jump in the pool. I do a few laps to wash away my anxiousness. I get lots of laps in, albeit very short laps. Boom, well splash or is it kerplunk?

Sam bombs right in front of where I'm swimming.

He pops up laughing. He tags me and says your it.

He's fast but I trap him in a corner. We play and frolic and have just kid fun. It's like we were before diving became serious.

"Floating challenge." I call. We are drifting naked.

"God I love skinning dipping," Sam states. "I love the water moving around my bits without restrictions."

He has trouble keeping his pelvis above the water line. So I duck dive and come up next to him, push on his butt cheeks. "Up periscope." I say. He's a little bit chubby but no much. I grab his dick and stretch it upward. It hardens in my finger tips.

Sam giggles, then rolls, dives and comes up behind me. He folds me in his arms and we move slowly toward the ledge/seat. He holds me I feel his hardness firm between my butt cheeks. And he just holds me.

"Before we do anything we need to have that talk."

I feel both safe and afraid. "Okay," I squeak, "you start."

"I remember what we said last night, but we were very randy. I want to ask you some questions?

I nod in agreement.

"Are you in love with me?".

I pause. "I think so. I mean more than sisterly love. But Sam I don't really know what love is. I've never really felt this way about anyone before."

Sam holds me closer. "When did you first think you could be?"

"Well it's complicated. It sort of snuck up on me. I know I've always liked you, as a brother, yes but what we had was also special. You grew up, in front of my eyes. I used to watch you trampoline and sort of crushed on you. God I never told anyone. Then I sort of scared myself."

"Me and my friends were talking about first crushes. I realised you were mine but I was so embarrassed. I made up someone else from trampolining. So I could share my feelings a bit.

My friends said I had it bad. But that scared me more. I decided on the best way to deal with it. Because I knew it was wrong, very wrong. So I sort of shut you out. I stopped mucking around with you. Gave you the cold shoulder. I ignored you because I loved you but definitely as a brother. Only as a Brother, I was adamant about that."

Sam just let me talk. Talk it through.

"When you left for diving school I was relieved. But it hurt so much. I used to cry myself to sleep some nights. I just loved it when you rang me or asked to talk to me. Those phone calls were like, at least I had my brother back."

Sam held me and nuzzled into my neck. "Thanks," he said, "I needed to hear that. One last question. When did that change to being what it is now?"

"When you were diving. It hit me like a freight train the moment I saw you up on that diving platform. You know in that one dive my pussy just responded, my nipples hardened and I was moist, very moist. Nothing and no one has ever had that affect on me. It sacred me silly.""

"Wow, really, that fast?"

"My reaction exactly." And I told him about that diving session and how I ended up cuming for the first time in my life. Sam was as hard as a rock.

He turned me around and I wrapped him in my legs. His penis parting my lips an poking toward my stomach. We both look down.

"Ooh Sam, look I've grown a penis. I've always wanted one of those." We giggle but we don't move. I look into Sam's eyes. "Tell me about you?"

"Like you, I've always loved you. But when I was going through puberty, I started to get hard around you. That was embarrassing. Even worse mum noticed. She sat me down and we had a talk. Not Dad, Mum. Now that was more embarrassing."

"Dad was at work a lot setting up his small business. So Mum stepped up to the plate. She made me talk about my feelings. Mum let me know it as ok, it was normal and I would probably grow out of this. I was your big brother and she trusts me to look out for you and protect you."

"But she kept checking in. It became less embarrassing and I knew I could be open with her and not get judged. But it got worse, not better. So when the opportunity came to go to Queensland I felt it might be the break I needed to separate my growing lusts and feelings.

It was my plan from the start. Mum and Dad wanted to move up so we could be closer, but I insisted I needed a very clean break. Moving gave me a purpose and a goal. It gave me another world."

I looked deep in Sam's eyes and saw the hurt. Mine started to water as well.

"You know that first night in my room, I was on my own for the first time and I was so alone, so desperately sad. I had deserted you. Turned my back on my love and I knew I was hurting you. That's what hurt the most. "

"On my wall was a poster. Paris 24 with Olympic rings. I looked at it through tears and promised myself, promised you, that you would see me in Paris. I was diving for you. I was single minded from that moment on. If I was doing this, I was going to make it count."

" Oh Sam, I had no idea."

We were both balling our eyes out as we hugged.

" It gets worse. Sorry I have to tell you this. I was seventeen and you were just sixteen. I conspired with Mum, I knew dad knew everything but it was mum I could trust. I conspired to not come home on holidays. Not to see you. It was all my initiative. I knew I couldn't trust myself. So we made a pact. They would bring you to Paris, if I got selected and have this holiday. To see how I was coping. To give you a chance to work out your feelings. I so sorry. After hearing what you just told me, I'm even more sorry."

" I thought you didn't care, that you just abandoned me." I thumped Sam on the arm. " and yes you did."

Then I looked into his eyes, put my palms to his face. We met in a kiss. The kiss became passionate. Really passionate. We tried a number of times to part but we just feasted on each other. I guess it could have been a twenty minute snog. We didn't feel each other up. Sam's penis was still wedged in my folds. It was so intimate but not sexual, sexual but not lustful.

Finally Sam stood with me still wrapped around him and brings me to the table. He gentry sits me down and nods to my phone.

"What time is it?"

"Shit it's just after one." We part and laugh. "Well we had better have lunch and dress before we hit the beach."

Sam tells me he needs to wash some cloths, he is totally out. So we ferret around and gather our dirty and soiled cloths. I pile them into Sam's arms and tell him to put the machine on while I make lunch. Fifteen minutes later we are sitting naked across from each other, with a long baguette stuffed with fillings and dinking glasses of red. It appears nudity around one another is now a thing.

"I want to say one more thing before we break this romantic party up. I want you to take my Virginity Sam. I don't know when or how we can catch the time alone again, but I want to give myself to you totally."

Sam looks at me with deep love and longing. "Oh Shiona I so want you to be my first also. But on the condition that somehow we can make this work. Not once, not a hundred times but for ever. That is the only thing that will fill my heartache."

We don't meet in the middle the baguette. It is too long.

We make a mess of sunscreening each other rather quickly, then we put on our swimmers. We gather our stuff and walk to the beach, being careful not to hold hands while trying to keep our anticipation in check.

The beach is essentially empty. So we set up against the storm wall which separates the beach from the main road. Mum and Dad are not here yet.

The beach is not a beach. We both agree on that. It is made of pebbles of diminishing sizes as you get closer to the water. No wonder people use beach chairs.

We sit on our towels and lean against the wall. We chat. Particularly about the future.

"What next, diving wise Sam? You are good, bloody good. I don't want you to give it up."

"Well I really over performed this week. The team gave me an award for the fastest mover. I know I can only improve more. I'm still young for a diver. I really want to dive in Brisbane but that's eight years away."

"I'm happy to come with you wherever you're diving so long as we can getaway like this after competition ends. I have four years of Uni ahead of me, but I can't transfer to Queensland, they don't have my course."

"That means your doing your final year when LA olympics happen. That's not good."

"Ok let's focus on something a little closer. Will I see you at Christmas?"

"You have my word on that. The worlds are also next year in Singapore. But we don't often get time off after those. Problem of being in the Southern Hemisphere. We are back quickly getting ready for Aussie championships. Hey, the Comm games are in Glasgow in 26. Maybe we can get a Tunisian holiday after that".

"Great idea, well at least we have a plan." We high five but I add, "It will be tough though."

Just then I hear a clatter of wood above us and Dad swearing.

"Sam get up here and help me with these please.."

I follow. I have a feeling I've got to see this.

There is a Dad tangled in four large folding wooden beach chairs on the side of the road.

Mum and I laugh. "I told him to do two at a time. Typical male, wouldn't listen. Your Father rented them from the general store."

Sam rescues Dad and I take some bags from mum. We set up either side of Mum and Dad. We have to wear our thongs down to the waters edge to avoid the uncomfortable and very hot pebbles. No wonder the beach is deserted in the middle of the day. It's only 30 degrees but it's humid.

Swimming in the Mediterranean is so like you see in the movies. Dead calm and you wade out till your stomach deep and stand around and chat. Sitting and standing to get wet.

Eventually we get out. It's valuable family time. Dad leans forward and says. " I guess we better tell them. " Mum nods. "Well, we are deserting you again."

Sam and I look at each other. "Sorry guys, can you cope for one night? You see your mum and I ran into some old friends we met at the worlds. They have a luxury yacht moored in Marseille. They invited us to stay the night so we could catch up."

"Do I know them Dad?" Sam asks.

" Probably not." Mum adds "They are French and their daughter is a swimmer. We stayed in the same hotel in Doha."

I can feel the excitement rising. But I squash the feeling. " I guess I'm fine with that, Sam and I seem to be getting along fine."

"Well it's settled then. There is a nice hotel with a beer garden over the road, how about we meet you there for a late lunch tomorrow. We'll text you the time we expect to arrive."

So we pack up and take the chairs back. We kiss Mum and Dad goodbye and wave them off. Then we wrap each other into our arms and " Wow I didn't expect that" I say, " I didn't think we would get a chance to void our V cards, let alone getting a whole night to fuck each other silly."

"Let's grab some supplies before we go." Sam suggests. He grabs some beers and soft drink and a bottle of good French Champagne from the top shelf.

"The champers is for after," he lets me know. " no way I want to make passionate love to my sweetheart while she is drunk. I want her to remember it."

Story 10 Consummation

If I said we skipped all the way to our holiday house would you believe it. If we didn't, I know our hearts did. Our excitement was palpable. We didn't say anything. If Sam was like me he was nervous, anxious and randy as fuck.

We knew what we were going to do with this gift of time. But the hows and timing were sort of mixed in with our innocence. The mechanisms were more than clear. But do we just hit the king size bed and go to town.

I snicker at that thought as we have just been in town. I open the door as Sam is carrying the goodies. We tumble inside, both of us a fumbling mess. Sam gets some food and the champers in the fridge. We sort of crash into each others arms. It's lips and passion, and I'm being picked up and held between a wall and Sam's desperate body.

Suddenly he stops. Frozen. "Shiona, this isn't going to work!"

I look at him really concerned. He catches my expression and clarifies.

" I have to slow down, I'm going to explode in my swimmers before I even get my dick out. I think if I tried to get it in I would just cum before I get the chance. I am so turned on by you right now."

I look deeply into his eyes and understand his concern born of love.

"I actually have something I want to do to prepare for this. I have a special gift for you I want to share the moment in."

" I need a cold shower, Sis"

"I have a better idea, let's jump in the pool and enjoy the lead up. Be brother and sister. And when we get too randy, which we will, do something to make each other come before we head to the bedroom."

"When did you get sensible?"

Sam grabbed my hand and we rushed to the pool, giggling. Together we tried to do a joint bombie. Then we played, which led to trying to remove the swimmers off the other.

That led to try and stop the other person from copping a feel. Until it got too much and Sam emerged from the water with me backwards on his shoulders and his face buried in my pussy.

I squealed and gripped his head by the hair as he bought me to the edge, sat me down and continued to feast. Sam's eyes were now on me as his tongue started to explore.

"You know Sis I haven't really done this properly yet. Lay back and enjoy."

My feet were on his shoulders and I spread as wide as I could. Sam was still in the water. He punctuated feasting with looking and feeling with his finger tip. The spreading my juices around as they dispelled the pool water. His saliva and these juices made me very slippery. I every time I would be about to cum he would go back to looking.

"You bastard let me cum already". I was now on breaking point as he edged me.

"I can't believe you haven't done this before Sam."

" First time."

"With anyone?"

"Never even had the chance to look at an uncovered vagina until this week. So no, only you and yours."

Then with his mouth he clamps down on my clit and sucks my inner lips in as his tongue dances on my button.

The dam burst in an instant and I fear I'll drown him in my juices. Smother him with my clamping thighs, or worse share our death in the waters of the pool.

But Sam is strong. He lets me ride him out until my system turns to jelly and I push him away.

His body effortlessly emerges from the pool and we lay down together, looking into each others eyes. He caresses my curves tenderly. My fire has been quenched but the coals slowly begin to reignite. I look down at his hardness. His penis is so engorged with blood it's colour is a deep crimson.

He needs relief and I know how to give it. I turn around and straddle his face.

"Again?" I ask and lower my lips to his.

His hands cup my butt as he raises his head to the challenge. I let my hands slide down his magnificent body until his gland touches my lips. Then I caress my face with his ridged pole: My skin, my neck, my cheeks, and my eyelids. I give his gland butterfly kisses until I can't because I fear his pre cum might get into my eyes.

Then I slip him between my lips and assault him with my tongue. Immediately, I feel him groan into my pussy, feel his buttocks clench and he thrusts upwards. I jam him into my mouth as hard and as far as I can go and Sam spurts his spunk into the back of my mouth. I lift up and add my hands to pump him, spurt after spurt. Some swallowed, most spilling out over my face and his love pole.

I know I came with him but the main event was up with my mouth. Tenderly I clean him up. I reverse back around and his tongue did the rest, consuming his own love juices from my face.

He whispers, "If all we ever did was make each other cum like that, it would be enough. But I don't want to die a virgin. We need to give our bodies the pleasure they were made for. And I want to be able to love you completely.

The sun is still up but it is sinking slowly. We rest a while.

I say. "I want you to stay here. I will come out and get you when I'm ready. But please stay naked my Adonis." I return quickly with his phone. "You might just need this."

"I might need to go to the toilet first."