The Love of a Sister

Hindsight was a wonderful thing, mused Tom as he sat in his hotel room. Still he should have seen it coming from a long way off. Melanie's increasingly frequent nights out with the girls after work, the showers when she got home, the late working.

Their sex life hadn't changed, they still fucked like crazy, the original Martini girl, any time, any place, anywhere. She often took the lead and she turned him on like no-one had before. She knew which buttons to press and he'd thought it would go on forever. Until it all came crashing down.

The power failure at work, predicted to last all Friday afternoon had driven him home early, no work possible without electricity these days, so he'd got in the car and driven home. He'd been surprised to see her car on the drive, the power cut had not extended to her workplace, but perhaps she'd decided to take a half day and surprise him tonight.

He'd opened the front door expecting to see her in the kitchen or lounge, but there was no sign of her so he'd climbed the stairs to their bedroom to change clothes. Normally the sight of his wife naked on the bed, legs akimbo would have caused his cock to stiffen and his heart to soar, but the empty bottle of wine and two glasses on the night stand plus the white goo already seeping out of her pussy told a different story.

"What the fuck?" he shouted.

"Tom, what are you doing home? I wasn't expecting you."

"Clearly not!"

It wasn't so much of a row as Tom trying to get his head round what was going on. It wasn't that she didn't love him, or that she didn't want him, she did, but she'd become a sex addict, craving adventures, excitement, the thrill of new experiences. It was the satisfaction of being able to, not the act in itself. Could he forgive her? No he certainly couldn't, certainly not now and perhaps never. It wasn't only the infidelity, it was fucking in their marital bed, without a condom to boot.

Tom packed a bag and left, heading for a local hotel. He needed to get out of there before he did something he'd regret, like give in and forgive her.

Thus here he was, sitting in a lonely hotel room on a Friday night, staring into space. His phone rang, seeing his sister's name come up he answered it mechanically.

"Tom, is there something wrong? Melanie's phoned me and said that you've left her. She's trying to phone you but you won't answer. What's happened?" Tom slowly explained to Suzy the circumstances that led to him being there and the confusion that was causing his mind to roll around, unable to focus on anything.

"Right, first things first, check out of that hotel and come round here. You can stay with me until this is resolved. There's no argument, I'll expect you within the hour." Tom's big sister by two years took charge, and for once in his life he was glad that someone else was making the decisions, taking away the responsibility.

Picking up his still packed bag, he checked out and drove round to his sister's house. She greeted him with a hug and led him in. "Let's get you settled, then have a nice long hot shower and we'll sit down and talk this over." They talked long into the night but Tom couldn't get the picture of the spunk between his wife's legs out of his mind. He kept coming back to that. Finally he went to bed and slept restlessly until dawn when he got up to find Suzy already in the kitchen.

"Suzy, is it really OK for me to stay here? I won't cramp your style will I?"

"Tom, there's no style to cramp at the moment, stay here and get your life back on track one way or the other. It'll be like old times, you and me against the world." Despite himself Tom smiled, he had always been close to his sister growing up. He knew she would be his rock.

Thus started a new phase in Tom's life, some old habits had to change, he was no longer in his own house, he couldn't wander round half dressed, getting up for a pee in the night meant putting a dressing gown on, locking the bathroom door. Suzy also accepted that she would have similar restrictions on her hitherto free life, but she loved her brother dearly and was more than happy to conform to a slightly more stringent lifestyle.

A week passed by and Tom began to settle down. He'd told his wife (ex-wife he wondered) that he didn't want to hear from her. When, and if he was ready to talk to her again he would contact her. She accepted this and promised him she would mend her ways but he wasn't confident.

Inevitably situations between brother and sister rather than man and wife did cause awkwardness and minor embarrassment on occasions. Tom burst into the bathroom one day to see Suzy sitting on the toilet, knickers round her knees. Nothing was visible but he apologised profusely and beat a hasty retreat. Suzy managed to interrupt his shower one day, his naked form visible hazily through the shower screen, and on one memorable occasion, for Tom at least, Suzy's breast fell out of her robe whilst leaning across the breakfast table.

Suzy didn't have a current boyfriend so Tom didn't have to suffer noises in the night, but he did wonder if she masturbated as often as he did. If she did, she was as quiet as he hoped he was!

By the end of the second week they had settled into a regular pattern of life, the occasional flash of panty or hard nipple no longer elicited embarrassment and Suzy seemed able not to notice the odd bulge in Tom's trousers. They were in fact getting on as well if not better than they ever had.

One Friday night Suzy announced that the girls, by which she meant three old school friends, were coming round on Saturday afternoon to finalise their plans for a holiday in a couple of weeks' time. "No problem," said Tom, "I'm off to the rugby all Saturday and then going to have a few beers so I'll be a bit late myself."

As it happened Tom was home much earlier than he anticipated, his mates all being married, had to go home to their wives promptly and Tom turned up at Suzy's house to find two of them, Katy and Trudi, still there. He knew them pretty well from school days but was surprised to find them in a bit of a gloomy mood. "What's up girls?" he asked breezily.

"Philly's broken her leg and can't go on the holiday," was the answer.

"Well that's not a problem is it, you three can still go, can't you?" To shaking heads Suzy explained that they were driving to the west coast for France and had planned on going in Philly's car which was now out of the question. Moreover they were paying at the hotel and with three of them now the costs were going to go up, even if they could find another car big enough to take them. "You can borrow my car," offered Tom, "it's big enough and I'm sure you can find another one to share the costs."

Suzy explained that they'd tried to find a fourth but had failed, and none of them was confident enough to drive Tom's big SUV in France. It was looking like the whole thing was off. Suddenly Katy chirped up with, "Why don't you come Tom, you're single now?...Oh sorry, that was insensitive of me."

"No that's alright Katy, but it's an all-girls thing and I'd be literally the spare prick at the wedding."

"We'd make you an honorary girl for the week and anyway, a bit of testosterone might liven things up."

"Come on Tom," piped up Trudi, we used to have such fun when we were all at school, and it'll be like the Crazy Gang all together again."

"What about sleeping arrangements?"

"We've got what they call a mini-suite, two interconnected bedrooms with a bathroom each and twin beds, so we can get them to move one of the beds into the other room and then that'll be fine."

"OK, I'm convinced, I'm in!" There were mutual hugs and the evening cheered up considerably.

Arrangements were made at work and for the car ferry etc. and finally they were off, looking forward to a happy sunny holiday. The drive wasn't too bad for Tom, his car cruised beautifully down the smooth French motorways, the SatNav doing the work and the girls chattering excitedly. The weather was good, the sun streaming through the windscreen and Tom began to believe that this was going to be a good break, to get away from thoughts about his wife.

Arriving at the hotel Suzy went to check in. She returned with a bit of a glum look. "There's been a bit of a cock up," she said, "we've actually got two double rooms, so I've arranged for a small bed to be brought into one of them. It'll be a bit cramped but we'll manage." Tom felt guilty at being the one to be staying in relative luxury, but the girls reassured him that without him and his car they would still be at home. "Don't worry, it'll be midnight feasts and girl talk, and we'll have a ball."

In truth it wasn't too bad. The rooms were a decent size and there was even a little alcove with a toaster and kettle. The connecting door could be locked from either side, although the girls said they were not bothered about it.

They settled in and as it was approaching evening decided to get ready to go out for dinner. Tom showered then just slipping on a pair of boxers lay on the bed, propped up reading his Kindle. A knock on the door interrupted him, and Suzy put her head round the corner. "Do you mind if I use your shower, otherwise we're never going to get out?"

"Sure, help yourself." Suzy went into Tom's bathroom and he soon heard the water cascading. It stopped and she emerged wrapped in a towel that hid very little, her hair still wet. She smiled at him as she slipped past him back into her own room only for her head to re-appear.

"Erm, sorry again, can I use your hairdryer and do my make-up in here, it's a bit chaotic next door?" Again Tom consented but was a little surprised when she walked in dressed only in bra and panties, not quite a thong but showing quite a bit of her backside. This wasn't a new sight for him, they had shared a house after all, but his cock did stir a little at the sight of his attractive sister sitting at his dressing table getting ready. Putting those thought out of his mind he concentrated on his book.

Dinner was a jolly affair, Tom really enjoying the company of the three girls, even to the extent of forgetting about his home life, or rather lack of it. The food was good, the wine great and the laughter and conviviality was infectious. Finished they strolled back to the hotel, Tom and Suzy arm in arm, following Katy and Trudi similarly entwined. They paused at a shop and Tom was surprised to see Trudi kiss Katy, not passionately but definitely more than a friendly peck.

He looked enquiringly at his sister who smiled, "No they're not gay, although Trudi maintains she's vaguely bi, but when we're away things do get a little....fluid, shall we say. We've known each other for a long time through thick and thin, and our friendship can occasionally get a bit physical. Just go with the flow."

"Does that include you?" Tom asked.

"Yes, on occasions," was the simple if surprising answer. This was a side of Suzy that he had never even remotely considered.

"Just remember that what goes on tour, stays on tour."

With that they continued their slow perambulation back to their hotel and rooms. Tom went in the bathroom and prepared for bed, brushing his teeth and having a pee, then removing all his clothes got into bed. A knock at the door and in stepped Katy dressed in a thigh length baggy tee-shirt. "May I....?" she indicated the bathroom.

"Be my guest." Katy disappeared and Tom could hear the tinkling of pee into the bowl then a flush and running water, he assumed she had not fully shut the door. She re-appeared, her breasts jiggling below the shirt.

"Thanks Tom, I needed that badly." She knelt on the bed and kissed him on the lips, putting her hand to the side of his face. "I really enjoyed tonight, for an honorary girl you're alright." With that she turned and left, her backside swaying gently. The door closed and Tom turned off the light, settling into sleep after a pretty long day.

He was disturbed some time later by a quiet click, it was pitch black but he was roused by the strange but sharp noise. He felt the bed covers draw back then a weight pressed on the side of the mattress. A warm, soft body snuggled up to him, an arm thrown across his chest and a leg straddled his. "What? Who....?"

"Shush!" came a whispered reply. Before he could do or think any more the body began to move, undulating slightly, her panty covered crotch rubbing on his thigh. His cock stiffened and grew erect, pushing against the bed covers. A hand snaked down and grasped it, gently stroking up and down. "Mmmmm." Silently she masturbated him, continuing her rubbing against him, their arousal growing in tandem, the movements becoming faster.

Finally he could bear no more and he threw back the covers, "I'm cumming!" he gasped as his cock erupted over his stomach and chest. He could feel the warmth and wetness in the darkness, but still could see nothing. The figure rolled away from him and he felt the bed vibrate as her fingers continued to frig her body.

Tom turned sideways and reaching out, cupped a breast beneath a tee shirt, he could feel the nipple hard beneath his hand. The rubbing became more frantic and there was a gasp as the body tensed then relaxed. "Mmmmm." She turned away from him and for a moment he thought she was going to leave, but she snuggled back into his body, spooning, her buttocks pressed against his now flaccid cock. She pulled his arm tighter round her, his hand still on her breast.

Again he asked, "Which one are you?"

"Shush!"

In this position Tom fell asleep and when he awoke to the light streaming in from behind the curtains, he was alone, his morning wood standing proud. He wondered if it had been a dream, but the physical evidence of dried cum on his body told him it had been real. He stroked his cock at the memory and was just getting into it in earnest when there was knock at the door which promptly opened without waiting. Quickly he concealed his erection under the covers but maintained his grip, squeezing his cock to continue the pleasure.

"Morning sleepy head," greeted Katy, dressed in the same tee shirt, as she put a cup of tea down on the bedside table, "mind if I use your loo?" With that she went into the bathroom and pulled the door to. He could hear her peeing and he closed his eyes and resumed his stroking, excited by the sound and the thought of her bare pussy in such proximity, pee gushing out of it, then wiping herself. "I'll leave you to continue whatever it was you were doing," he heard in an impish voice. She had emerged from the bathroom without him realising it. What had she seen he wondered? It didn't take long for him to cum, spunk once more spattering onto his stomach and chest.

Showered and dressed he knocked tentatively on the connecting door. "Come in, we're decent," was the answering call. Sure enough the three of them were up and dressed for breakfast. Tom looked at each of them trying to identify who his night-time visitor could have been. They were all frustratingly similar in build and size, it really could have been any of them.

"Everyone sleep alright?" he asked.

"Like a log," was the unanimous reply. No clues there then! Over breakfast in the hotel dining room they decided on a pool day and returned to their respective rooms to change. Arriving at the pool the three girls removed their cover-ups and Tom couldn't help but admire his companions. All were dressed in fairly skimpy bikinis and all three had beautiful figures, with trim waists and full breasts. It was going to be difficult restraining a boner, he thought.

They laid their towels out on sun loungers and began to put sun screen on themselves. Looking around Katy said, "I think we should take a lead from our honorary girl and follow the local custom." Puzzled the other two looked around to see that pretty much everyone else at the pool was topless.

"Oh no, no way am I getting my tits out in front of my brother!" protested Suzy.

"Come on Suzy, what goes on tour stays on tour. Right Tom? Besides you'll be the odd one out," and with that she peeled off her top to reveal a staggeringly fabulous pair of breasts, firm and pert topped with inch wide areola. Tom's eyes were nearly on stalks, he'd known the girls since childhood and he'd only ever imagined his sister's friends' tits and now before him stood Katy, semi naked.

"I'm in!" exclaimed Trudi and similarly removed her top. Her breasts sagged very slightly, but there were very much on a par with Katy's.

"Oh well, he has seen them before I suppose," said Suzy referring to the incident in the kitchen and she unsnapped her top and removed it. Technically it was true, Tom had glimpsed a breast but to see them on display, alongside her friends' was almost too much for Tom. He sat down, the better to hide his burgeoning erection and tried not to watch as sun cream was slathered onto near naked bodies. The girls were careful to put plenty on their breasts which Tom found most difficult not to stare at.

"Here, let me do your back," offered Suzy and proceeded to stand close to Tom whilst she covered his back with cream. "You'll have to watch that thing, "she whispered to him, "don't want it getting out of control do we?" Tom blushed with embarrassment. To his relief his boner did subside and he found that although he came perilously close a couple of times it did not reappear and he began to feel more comfortable.

"What does that sign mean Tom?" asked Katy indicating a red lettered sign "Nudite interdite a la piscine."

"Nudity forbidden in the swimming pool." translated Tom looking around. Sure enough there were plenty of bare breasts but everyone had covered their lower half. "That's normal for France, toplessness is almost compulsory.

The day passed lounging around and swimming in the spacious pool. Tom's erection nearly returned when he watched Katy emerge up the steps from the pool, water cascading down her body, her nipples small and hard like pebbles, and the water creating a deep camel toe in her bikini bottom. She stood right by Tom who couldn't help but stare. Noticing his gaze she looked down "Oops!" she said and putting her forefingers in the legs of her bikini eased it away from her body. As she did so Tom glimpsed a flash of curly hair and possibly even labia. It was going to be a tough week in some ways he thought.

They returned to their rooms at the end of the day, relaxed and feeling the effects of the sun a little. Tom offered the use of his shower to one of the girls, but they insisted that he shower first as he would take less time. He did so and dressing in just a pair of boxer shorts he called through the connecting door that the shower was now free. Trudi opened the door and came in, just a towel wrapped around her carrying her wash bag. "This is good of you Tom."

"No worries Trudi, it's my pleasure." He settled down on the bed and began to read his Kindle. The shower stopped and Trudi emerged, once more wrapped in the towel, clutching her bag and what looked like a pair of scrunched up panties.

"Do you mind if I use your hairdryer Tom, they're wired in so I can't move it to our room?"

"Be my guest, would you like me to go and sit in the bar while you get ready?"

"Don't be silly, it's your room." With that she sat down and got the hairdryer out of the drawer and began to dry her hair. Tom was half engrossed in his book and half watching Trudi. "Oops!" he looked up and saw that the action of lifting her arms up had loosened her towel and it had come undone and was now pooled about her hips. Not only were her breasts on full display but he could see her bum cheeks squashed onto the chair and the top of her bum crack. "Oh well it's nothing more than you've been seeing all day so might as well just continue." With that she turned the dryer back on and treated Tom to a display of jiggling breast.