Author's note: A quick shout out and heartfelt thanks to eras_leaner0v who once again graciously served as a beta reader/proofreader.
Part 2 of a multi-part series. My second chapter in my first attempt at an erotic story, so any and all feedback is still welcome. Feel free to leave a comment, or I'll respond to DMs if you have any questions, thoughts or notes.
I very much hope you enjoy reading! If you're new to this story you might want to start with Chapter 1. If you don't like stories involving incest, you might want to skip this one.
All characters are 18 or over.
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The sunlight prodded Abby awake early the next morning. She noted a mild headache from the rum drinks she'd had at the tiki bar. In the bed next to hers, Michael was sound asleep. Given the heat, the sheets were bunched around his waist. Abby admired her brother's lean, muscular frame.
As memories of last night flooded in, guilt and desire coursed through her in equal measures. Abby, wearing only her underwear, careful not to wake her brother, grabbed her clothes for the day and retreated into the bathroom.
A couple of Advil and a tall glass of water restored Abby's physical state, but mentally she was at sea.
She turned on the shower. Once hot, she stepped under the waterfall showerhead and gave a quick thanks to the heavens for a really nice resort bathroom. The hot water was like an elixir. For a few minutes, she did nothing but luxuriate in the shower. As best as she could, she shut out her internal thoughts and focused on the physical sensations she was experiencing.
Once she felt a bit more grounded, she lathered up some lavender body soap and set to washing her body. When she rubbed her hands over her breasts she nearly gasped at the pleasure. Her hard nipples begged for attention. She couldn't remember her breasts ever feeling so sensitive.
"This island," she muttered to herself. Her thoughts turned to her brother. How had that happened? Had she and her brother really masturbated to each other last night? Of course the answer was yes, it was all etched in her brain: Her brother's truly massive cock; the way he stroked it while looking at her;
the way he looked at her
. Pure lust. Had she looked at him like that?
Abby felt weak in the knees. She teased a nipple as one hand, as if on auto pilot, slid down to her pussy. She slid a finger into her wet opening. She was on fire. She could feel an orgasm building, even though she'd barely touched herself.
She remembered just how her brother said, "I want to fuck you!" And how she had replied, "I'd love to feel that big cock fill up my pussy!" She knew in that moment if her brother had gotten up and tried to fuck her, she would have spread her legs and begged him for it. But he didn't fuck her; he pumped his cock until he came. That first rope landed on her and she licked it up like a depraved slut.
Abby could feel her orgasm approaching. She shoved two fingers deep into her pussy while pressing down on her clit. She came hard. She couldn't have been masturbating for more than a minute or two. She'd never cum that fast in her life.
After a couple of minutes Abby shut off the water and stepped out of the shower. She was rarely conflicted in her actions, so this was somewhat unfamiliar territory. It was impossible to deny the attraction she felt for her brother: His cock; his Adonis-like body; she could feel heat building again. But this was her brother. It was a line she shouldn't,
couldn't
cross.
If she could just make it through the vacation without crossing the line, she would return to college, and then the hold the island had on her, along with the insane sexual attraction she was feeling for her brother, would surely dissipate.
Perhaps she and her brother could have a talk and sort it out, but not right now, she didn't want to deal. She needed some food, some sun, and a bit of space from Michael. She stepped out of the bathroom hoping her brother would still be asleep, but he was awake, still in bed propped up on his elbows. Why did he have to look so good?
Michael involuntarily looked his sister up and down, "Hi."
Abby was aware of his roaming eyes, as well as his nakedness beneath the sheet, "Hi, I'm gonna head down to breakfast. See you down there?"
"Yeah. I just need to take a shower."
"Okay, you go do that. I'll see you later."
Why did Michael feel disappointed when his sister left? What was he hoping for? As for Abby, she couldn't help but notice how her heartrate quickened and she flushed at the site of her brother in bed.
Abby was on her second plate of food (she was ravenous), by the time Michael got to breakfast. He mumbled a, "Hello" to his parents and headed to the buffet.
Throughout breakfast Abby tried to avoid eye contact with her brother, but whenever she was sure he wasn't looking, she would steal a glance at him. And when Abby's focus was elsewhere, she could feel Michael's eyes on him. The few times they did make eye contact, it felt like an electric jolt.
Things were no better after breakfast. Abby and Michael went to the pool, while their mom went to look into a yoga class for her and Abby, and their dad investigated scuba diving. Abby had read the same page of her paperback for the fifth time, before she gave up on her book. Eyes hidden behind her sunglasses, she peeked over at Michael. He seemed to be looking at her, but she couldn't be sure because of his own sunglasses.
Abby got in the pool and swam laps. A varsity swimmer in high school, she soon found a rhythm. Focusing on her breath and her stroke, she eventually cleared her head. But 20 minutes later, when she stepped out of the pool, she could feel her brother's eyes on her. And she didn't dislike that notion that she might be as much of a distraction for him, as he was for her.
"Your book's upside down," she said to him as she lay back down on the lounge chair next to his.
Michael hesitated; looked down at the book in his hand, "No it's not."
"But you had to check, which means your eyes were elsewhere."
Michael took off his glasses and stared at his sister, "So what if they were?"
"Knock it off Michael. You're my brother."
"I can't stop thinking about you. Not after last night."
"You're going to have to."
"Do you think I want to feel this way? Do you think I want to feel like my own sister is the hottest girl I've ever seen in my life?"
Michael's admission sent a shiver through Abby's body. "It's this island, Mikey. And that stone."
"It's not just the island, Abby." Michael wavered. He looked around, the pool area was nearly empty; nobody was paying them any mind. "I felt like this before we got here."
"What?!?"
"Please don't make a big deal out of it. I guess, I've just sort of, you know...noticed you. The last week, since you've been home from school. When I've been around you...I've felt something. I just don't think I fully realized it. But now..." Michael's eyes ranged over Abby's body, "I look at you, and it practically hurts. That's how bad I want you."
"Fuck, Mikey."
"And you feel it too. I know you do."
"It doesn't matter. We can't."
"What about just on this island?"
"I don't think that's a good idea."
"I can't get over how you looked last night. Your body, the way you looked at me..." Michael swallowed, "You tasted me, Abby."
Abby was feeling flush. She knew she was soaking wet. Michael pressed on, "You liked it, Abby. Why won't you just say it?"
