Author's notes: Part 1 of a longish story. All characters are over eighteen and bear no resemblance to living persons. Please vote and leave comments.
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Were it not for the start-of-summer BBQ at my place of work, this beautiful ending to an emotional story would never have come to pass. Hell, I had not even planned to go to the start-of-summer party since invariably, most of the employees insisted on an open bar, reducing them to quivering jelly by the end of the night.
I rarely drink enough to get past sobriety, so the single fact that an open bar was in attendance, wrinkled at my good senses. Be that as it may, I was given a complimentary ticket, and there I was, if reluctantly.
So when the manager finally drew the grand prize, two tickets for an all-paid holiday to Spain, I could hardly believe my ears when he shouted 'Chris Earlhardt!' I stood rooted to the spot in surprise, mouth agape as I tried to let it sink in. Around me a chorus of shouts and cheers erupted as a bevy of well-wishers thumped me on the back. I walked up to accept the tickets with a goofy smile on my face. I looked at the envelope. Costa del Sol... no kidding! My girl would love this.
I decided to surprise Sheryl by not telling her about the tickets, and upgrading the basic accommodation to a higher-class. On a whim I decided to go for the clothing-optional hotel and beach facilities, thinking that it would be a new slant on our budding exhibitionist ways. I knew she would love it.
Boy was I wrong. Sheryl flat out declined to come with me.
"Chris, I'm on my final stretch of exams and need to hand in my thesis in six weeks time. I can't come with you to Spain. No way."
"It's only for a week" I pleaded with her, "surely you can afford a week of rest."
"I can't even afford the time to talk to you mister!" came her harried voice down the line. "Take Carol with you. I'm sure she would enjoy it."
Carol was my step-sister, whom I adored as if she were my true blood sister. A magnificent piece of womanhood that was the object of lust of practically all the straight guys in my town. As well as a lot of the women's, I might add.
"Listen Sheryl, I can't take Carol, we've only got one room." I tried to reason it out, accepting fully that she was absolutely right.
"Oh Come on now, she's your sister! Share it. The decision's final. I simply can't. Hell, sure I'm sorry, but it's impossible."
I finally accepted her decision with a heavy heart. It WAS her last exam before graduating as a pediatrician, and the thought of her failing at the final hurdle was unthinkable.
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"Whaaaat? You really want me to come with you? Hell, yeah, of course I will! What's up with Sheryl? When are we going?"
Carol bombarded me with one question after the other, as she jumped up and down, perky breasts jiggling under a bra-less t-shirt. I moaned as I envisaged my lips wrapped around those beauties. My step-sister was not too strict about decency, and it wouldn't be the first time I had walked into our shared bathroom to find her applying lipstick or mascara with just a towel wrapped around her waist. Modesty was not her strongest point. I had never seen her fully naked, but I understood that titties on show were accepted.
At first I used to back-up apologetically, but she soon assured me it was nothing that was bothering her at all. I told her I was more than content to stare at her beautiful body for hours. For she was truly beautiful. A short light-brown hair-do framed a small face, perched elegantly on a longish neck set on a beautiful set of shoulders. Her breasts weren't large at all, either a larger A-cup or a smaller B-cup.
Two firmly pointed beauties tipped with vivid rose nipples. She was a sight to behold. I noticed that despite her being well tanned, she had no strap lines, suggesting she sunbathed topless.
I don't have to add that this view would always send my dick spiraling upwards, and rendering it impossible to pee. I would give up with a laugh and a shrug, while seeing her smile apologetically.
We had a good relationship, being brought together at the age of eighteen by our parents, my dad, and her mum, whom she took after in the looks department. My mother had passed away after a long illness, and her father had been caught banging his silicone-breasted secretary in the office. God what an idiot.
Unlike most 'families with baggage', we had taken to each other immediately, and after the initial shyness and guardedness, became firm friends within a couple of weeks. By the time a year had passed, we were inseparable.
Eight years on, and we were still unmarried. I had been with Sheryl for a couple of years, and while being happy with her, never felt that I could venture to ask her to marry me. Carol, being beautiful, had a multitude of guys swooning at her feet. Relationships were plentiful, but short.
Our parents often taunted us jokingly about becoming an old man and an old maid, but we were happy in our little world of work and chilling out with friends and with each other.
Sometimes we would spend hours in the attic balcony, just gazing at the skies and talking. We always found something to discuss. I had majored in Physics, while she had gotten her degree in arts. The disparity made for very interesting conversations, and made time go by so quickly.
At this point in time, I must hasten to add that I think we both liked each other very much. Well beyond the brother-sister boundary. We were not really blood-related, but liked to pretend that we were. Our nightly sessions usually ended with a hug, when we would shuffle down the ladder to our rooms.
I smiled at her excitement. Sometimes she was just like a little kid.
"Calm down before you burst a coronary. I won a pair of tickets to a Costa del Sol resort in Spain. A whole week. Flights, room, food, everything paid for by the company. Sheryl simply cannot afford a week off. I would love it if you accepted my invitation to come with me."
And that is when it hit me that I had made reservation upgrades to a clothing optional beach. At that point I just let Carol hug me and bury her head in my shoulders, soft breasts squishing against me, deciding to wing it.
The first of July saw us being shepherded to the airport by Carol's mother. I really liked Janice. I never took her as the woman who would replace my mother, but rather, the woman who would help me and my father pick up the wreckage of our lives, and set things straight.
She was only forty when she came into my life, but seemed so much more mature than her age. Of course, being beautiful herself helped a lot. Many a time she was just like an angel to me. A guiding light in a tunnel of darkness we had entered with my mother's demise.
At the airport gate, I gave her a hug, a peck on her cheek, and whispered an 'I Love You', before picking up our two valises and heading towards the gate.
