You know those friends that have incredibly hot siblings? And you really want to do it with them, but it would be awkward because of your friend? Well, I have that gorgeous sibling - my sister, Maria. She's younger than me by only a year and a half. All my buddies loved to come hang out at my house while we were in high school. Hell, they still came after we all left for college!
The summer before Maria left for her freshman year of college, my parents got this bright idea to buy a yacht. Seems a little off, right? Well, my incredibly wealthy grandfather had, unfortunately, recently passed away and left everything he had to his only son, my father. My grandmother had passed a few years prior, so my dad was the only person to leave the fortune to. Since they now had a 150' yacht, they wanted me and Maria to go on a trip with them. The maiden voyage, they called it. Maria and I agreed, both of us needing a vacation from our small town lives.
Now, here's the thing. Remember how I said that all my buddies think my sister is so hot? What they don't know - what no one knows - is that I think she's the most gorgeous thing on two legs. For a long time I thought it was just brotherly love toward my little sister, but as I got older, I began to realize that it was more than that. I won't go so far as to say that I was in love with my sister; it was more of a raging lust. She really is beautiful. Her hair is black and curly, the opposite of mine. I inherited my mom's fair hair and brown eyes, while Maria got Dad's dark hair. Her legs are long and toned, just like the rest of her body. But honestly, it's not all about her physically - she's the sweetest, most compassionate human being on the planet. I adore her; we've always been really close.
So, one warm morning in July, we left our little town and embarked on a trip that would change lives. Well, at least mine and Maria's.
The boat was breathtaking. Long and white, with cherry wood trim. My parents named her "The Wind Beneath My Wings". Mom likes Bette Midler. We boarded her, and went to our separate rooms to relieve ourselves of our baggage, and afterward Mom and Dad gave us a quick tour. Sweat had made all of our clothing stick to our bodies, and Maria's hugged her curves so tight I thought they'd burst off of her. I wouldn't complain. My mouth watered and my nether regions twitched. I knew what I'd be doing that night. Mom insisted that we break a bottle of champagne over the bow of the boat as we pulled out of the slip. Waste of good champagne, if you ask me.
As we got on our way, I begged out of a card game, saying I needed a shower. I was released, and hurried to my room. As quickly as I could, I got in the shower and sighed. I let my mind go blank, but, naturally my mind went straight to Maria. She wasn't wearing much because of the heat, just a little tank top and a pair or bermuda shorts. And, as I said, the sweat had made all of it stick to her like a second skin. I let my penis harden, like it had been wanting to all day long. It got harder and harder and I knew I wouldn't be waiting until later. I wrapped my hand around it, leaned my head against the wall, and started stroking it. Faster and faster... my hand was flying up and down the shaft until I came all over the wall. I sighed, hoping I'd make it through dinner without another erection.
I didn't. We'd all dressed up for our first night on the yacht, and Maria was breathtaking in a little orange cocktail dress that set off her dark hair and tanned skin. Her legs went on for miles, helped by strappy orange heels. Dark hair curled softly over her shoulders, and her skin was dewy with heat. I almost cried. Fortunately, my parents made sure - inadvertently - my mind was kept off my luscious sister. I'll tell you though, I could've sworn she was giving me the eye all through dinner. That only got me hotter. I squirmed a little, and she gave me a sideways glance and smile that would melt ice. I was so hard so fast I almost gasped. Then, I swear, she winked.
Finally, dinner was over. We adjourned to our respective rooms, tired from the long drive and heat. I heard Maria's shower start and tried desperately not to think of her naked body...drops of water rolling down her flat belly...oh my God. I wanted her so bad! It really was a shame she was my sister or I'd be in that shower with her right now. I laid down on my bed and let my thoughts go wherever they wanted... and they were, of course, about my sister.
Apparently I fell asleep, because when I woke up, the sky was dark, but bright with stars out my window. I stretched, but stopped when I heard a noise. It was a soft one, like the quick intake of breath. My eyes darted around the dark room, and saw the silhouette of someone... a girl. My brain jumped immediately to Maria, and even quicker to denial. Why would she be in here...?
"Maria?" I whispered, stretching out a hand.
"Bryan, I'm sorry. I shouldn't be here, but I couldn't stay away." she took my hand, and it was shaking.
"What's wrong, Maria? You're shaking like crazy." I pulled her to me, wrapping her in my arms. Her whole body shook. She pressed her body against me, her arms around my neck. "What...?"
