I was standing at the window looking out into the street when the blue taxi pulled up in front of our yard. My uncle Timothy was sitting in the front passenger seat and I could make out his twin eight-year old girls poking their heads out the window at the back. Their mother Glynis was out of view on the other side.
Uncle got out of the car first and while he was fishing in his wallet, the two girls bounded out excitedly followed by the appearance of Aunty Glynis. She swung her legs out and began sliding out of the car but was left frozen in mid-exit with one foot on the ground and the other on the car floor as she waited on one of the girls who had stopped suddenly to stoop down and fix her shoe. Glynis' thick, creamy-brown legs were spread wide, the hem of her dress had ridden up to her crotch as she slid forward. I got an eyeful of her plump pleasure mound hugged snugly by lilac, lace panties. She looked down at herself in the revealing pose and immediately looked toward the house anxiously.
She caught me looking straight at her tempting lady bump. Visibly blushing, but keeping her bright black eyes on me as if in an attempt to neutralize the situation and make light of it, she slowly drew her legs together as if nothing unbecoming had occurred and continued getting out of the car.
I hurried downstairs and met them at the gate. I was the only one at home – neither my mother, father nor older sister Andrea who all usually came home together in Dad's car, had come home from work as yet. They usually were here by this time, but had probably stopped at the supermarket to get some extra stuff, as we were having guests for the extended weekend. It was Friday and Monday was a national holiday. There was a family reunion planned for Sunday and the holiday Monday at another relative's home and spacious lawns just outside of town, and my uncle and his family, who lived in a rural village some distance away, would be staying with us. Andrea was a school teacher and though school was out on summer break, she'd gone there to deal with the registration of new entrants.
Her face still in blush mode Glynis smiled at me with soft apologetic eyes. As I led them into the yard the back of one of my hands somehow bumped against Glynis's soft butt as she stepped aside to make way for one of the sprightly kids, and I felt a pressure rise in my already awakened, twenty two year old, horny crotch.
For the rest of the evening, throughout dinner and later as the family resigned to the living room for cheerful small talk, I found myself constantly eyeing Glynis' ripe thirty-three year body, surveying her ample chest, backside and thick thighs as she moved about or lounged on a sofa. Her eyes told me she was aware of my doting interest in her geography, but they didn't tell whether she was amused or discomforted by my obvious attraction, and whenever our eyes met she gave me sweet, neutral smiles that never the less touched every horny nerve in my body, for image of her plump crotch in lilac panties refused to leave my mind and had me in a constant state of hardness.
Mom had informed us during dinner, in her characteristic, no arguments manner, that our visitors would be using my bedroom because it had a new king sized bed that I had recently purchased, which she said would accommodate our relatives better than Andrea's double bed. This meant that Andrea and I were expected to share her room for the duration of the three night visit. Neither Andrea or I balked at the suggestion because we were both eager to please our visiting family members, and also we had shared a bed for years as kids up until Andrea turned eleven and started having her periods. Then, we were living in a smaller, two bedroom house. I used to fall asleep hugging her in a spooning position and greatly missed that comfort when she was given her own bed shortly after becoming a young lady.
Bedtime came around and I went to Andrea's bedroom where she was standing before the vanity mirror securing her long natural locks in a net for the night's rest. Andrea was twenty-five and stunningly beautiful with smooth, mid to dark brown skin and a slim, hourglass five feet six figure that showed off a plump round ass and upward tilting c-cup breasts with large black areolas around tiny nipples – I'd gotten unintentional peeks at them over the years. She had a small, straight nose above small but full round lips. Her shiny mid-brown eyes, drawing from the trace of Chinese ancestry in my mom, was slightly monolid in appearance, slanting upward at the outer edges.
Andrea was dressed for sleep in short, red, silk pajamas that hugged her ample ass closely. The matching top was of a chemise style with string shoulder straps and had a v-cut front. It stopped just below her navel. I couldn't help admiring the smooth, dark, stunning body of my older sister. She got into bed and I followed her. We both lay on our backs and I heard her softly whisper, followed by a giggle.
"Just like old times."
'Yes, you don't know how much I missed sleeping with you ... I liked hugging you till I fell asleep ... for some time I was angry with mom and dad for giving you your own bed," I said, laughing.
"Me too ... although you were much smaller I used to feel protected with your arms around me ... but they did the right thing for my changing body ... I guess."
She turned her head and smiled at me, traces of lipstick still on the juicy-looking lips.
"Those were nice, innocent times," I said, dreamily.
After a pause I felt her touch my hand and speak softly.
"We have three nights to re-live them."
"Well, madam, assume the position," I said jovially, excited by her innocent-sounding suggestion.
We both laughed, and knowing what I meant, she turned onto her side, facing the wall. I followed suit, and moved closer, barely leaning against her soft, sweet smelling body as I threw an arm around her and onto her chest, my hand landing on an unfamiliar mound.
"Whoa! ... You didn't have these back then," I exclaimed, chuckling.
She immediately pushed back against me hard, snuggling into the comforting spoon, her plump ass smashed against my semi inflated member. I was still in an agitated mood due to Glynis's crotch refusing to exit my mind.
"And you didn't have this big barrier, either," she blurted out and chuckled.
"We'll just have to pretend that none of them exists," I said, questioningly.
"Yes ... that's what we'll do," Andrea said, and cracked up into uncontrollable laughter.
Her body shook so hard with laughter that it caused my hand to slip into the V, covering most of a soft mound. I spread my fingers wide and gripped it gently – not enough to spook her. After she stopped laughing, she made no attempt to move my intruding hand nor gave any indication that she felt its positioning improper, so I left it there, enjoying the sudden, immense pleasure running through my body.
"Good night G," she said, yawning.
She and mom always called me G instead of George or Georgie as other family members did.
"Good night sis."
I felt my body slowly but surely reacting to the shared intimacy and I had to summon a lot of concentration to keep my cock in check. I was thankful that she had always been a quick sleeper, and was relieved when a few minutes later I heard her breathing deeply, almost snoring, her firm yet soft bubby heaving against my hot, damp palm. The arousing touch made me think of Glynis in the next room, and my cock shot up. I let it stretch out and swell, knowing that in sleep Andrea would not be conscious of the now, truly improper intrusion.
About fifteen minutes went by and I was nowhere near finding sleep. I was tormented by conflicting needs – one to get more intimate with my sister and the other to get a grip on my lust and not cross the line of decency and respect. I realized I was slowly losing control when my hand, as if taking instructions from an outer voice began to gently stroke the flesh under it, causing the tiny sprout of nipple to eventually perk up. Soon after, Andrea moaned softly and turned onto her back, causing my hand to now cover the entire expanse of flesh. I also immediately threw a leg over and between hers, bringing my knee cap to rest against her vaginal mound. The leg to the wall moved aside a bit and my knee settled in nicely against her pussy which soon began pulsing under the pressure.
I crouched and slid down a bit, letting my face rest against the other breast. I couldn't resist the temptation, and was soon licking the silk at the spot where I thought the nipple should be. It made itself known by hardening and I took it into my mouth through the silk and started a gentle sucking.
"G?" I heard Andrea say in a surprised and anxious voice.
I bolted up, dragging my knee away from the sweet touch of hot crotch and pulled my hand out of the V.
My voice trembled. "I'm sorry Dree ... I don't know what came over me ... you're just so beautiful ... and we were locked so close together ... please forgive me."
"It's alright G, I wasn't trying to get you to stop ... I like what you were doing."
Her hand came up and found the back of my head and I lowered it back to her bubby.
