"Another beer?"
I held up my beer in agreement as I watched the college football game on the big screen. Misty went upstairs, the family room being in the basement, to grab a couple more cold beers. She tapped my shoulder from behind and handed me a long-neck. When she walked between me and the sixty-inch big screen I nearly spilled my beer. All she was wearing was a dark blue g-string bikini. Her 38D breasts were topped by her rock hard nipples as she grinned at me and took a long swig from her beer. "Misty! What the hell are you doing?!"
She walked right up between my legs, "I'm tired of watching football. I thought we could find something better to do while Jim's in town." With that, she bent over and dropped her fabulous breasts in my face, the nipples only an inch or so from my lips. When I hesitated, she leaned forward and my lips opened around her left nipple. My left hand squeezed her thigh as I suckled her hard nipple with my tongue.
I should explain that Misty is my sister and I was only here to help her and her husband Jim move some furniture into their cabin. I'm the third of four kids, my other siblings being sisters. We were raised most of our lives by my single mom. I'm 24 and just graduated from college in San Diego. Since I had some free time, Misty offered to fly me Salt Lake City if I could help them move some furniture into their new cabin. I had happily accepted their offer to help. I got in on Thursday night and most of the heavy lifting was done on Friday. In hindsight, I can see that Misty was flirting or teasing or whatever, but at the time I figured she was just being my goofy sister. Misty is three years older than me and it always seemed she was giving me a hard time as we grew up. By Saturday morning, we had pretty much finished the move. Jim said he was going back down the mountain to catch up on some assignments since he'd taken Friday off work. This left me and Misty alone in the mountain cabin.
Misty shifted her weight and I moved my lips to her right nipple. By now my left hand was caressing her right ass cheek. Misty works out everyday and her ass was well-toned. She pulled away slightly and pressed her lips to mine. Her tongue found mine and our kiss was aggressive from the start with her lips crushing to mine. Finally she broke the kiss and stood over me with quite a mischievous grin. "What about Jim?" is all I could stammer.
"I spoke to him when I was getting the beer. He won't be home for at least four hours." Misty reached down and pulled my t-shirt over my head. She dropped to her knees between my thighs. Her fingers ran over my chest, tugging on the hairs and lightly tweaking my nipples. My mind was racing. Growing up, my sisters had walked around the house naked or nearly naked, but it was never sexual. When I was a teen, I did jerk off some nights imagining their bodies but it was because they were the only flesh-and-blood naked bodies I'd seen. And now Misty was between my thighs wearing only a g-string and her hands were on the snaps of my 501's.