For the past 20 years, Steven Forbes kept the last two weeks of July free. He made no work commitments and his wife knew that she was on her own for those two weeks. They were Steve's favorite two weeks of the year, even more than Easter, which oddly, was his favorite holiday.
A lot of people were confused at Steve's fondness for those two particular weeks, but not Steve himself. Those weeks meant the most to him and had since he was a strapping university student, 21 years of age. His parents had taken him and his younger sister on a family vacation. It their way of rewarding Steve for his phenomenal grades and a combined graduation gift / birthday present for Colleen, his then-18 year old sister. Their family had such an excellent time in Paris that year they had all agreed to do it again. Steven's family had enough money that they could easily afford to travel and by the time he was 30, they had been to every continent, save for Antarctica.
There was only one hard and fast rule - immediate family only. Girlfriends and boyfriends, later on, spouses, were not welcome. It was a chance for the close family to reconnect and enjoy time together. The four of them took it seriously and had all held to that rule. Early on, Steve's wife had not been so understanding, although now, she rarely made a fuss. Colleen's husband made the weeks before a living hell for her and Steve knew their marriage wasn't going to last much longer. Colleen had told him as much the previous summer.
Steve and his petite blonde sister were very close and always had been. In fact, their closeness had led to one of the most special times of their lives and the reason for his sentimental nostalgia. It was on their first family vacation that Steve had fucked his gorgeous kid sister. It was not the last time either, far from it. Their shared incestuous passion was as much a tradition as the vacations themselves and Steve knew that Colleen looked forward to their annual sexual romps as much as he did.
Because the trip was partially a birthday gift to Colleen, their parents let her choose the destination. Steve, being a young man, wanted someplace warm like California or Las Vegas. He wanted to go where the action was and a place he knew the girls would all be in short skirts, shorts or barely-there bikinis. Colleen had not gone along with her brother's wishes and chosen a trip to Paris. Steve took it all in good stride, a free trip to Paris was nothing to sneeze at and he knew that French girls were certainly hot enough. He planned to sneak away from his family as often as he could manage it and get a little action. He was now old enough to drink in bars by himself and he worked hard to maintain his physique. He had done alright for himself at school and scored a lot of action. In Paris, his only obstacle would be the language barrier, but a few friends assured him that many Parisiennes spoke fluent English.
Everyone was excited about the trip, so Steven put himself into an upbeat mood as well. He had plenty of time to enjoy female company over the rest of the summer and he only needed to work part-time. It seemed important to everyone that they should all have a good time, so Steve put his own needs to one side.
The trip was a blast and Steve found himself flirting with the sexy flight attendants. Two of them slipped him their numbers, so he was off to a very good start. It was not lost on his mother, who shook her head and laughed. "You're so much like your father at that age," she told him. Steve had heard rumors about his father in his college years, although his mom had tamed the old man now, he thought.
The trip was a blast from the get-go. Steve and his parents were thrilled with one part of the trip from the offing. It had distracted Colleen from talking about her boyfriend. None of them could stand Paul Golden. Steven's parents thought he was a rich kid who was too full of himself. Steve thought he looked like a ferret and was a user. Their dislike was unanimous, yet Colleen seemed oblivious to all of their criticism.
The family's trip was filled with culture, fun and terrific food. In France, there was no shortage of wonderful restaurants and Steve knew he would have to work out a little extra when he returned home. The ladies would not like a spare tire around his middle, although he knew they appreciated his other attributes a lot more.
It was while they were all walking down the Champs Elysee that Steve noticed something he knew he shouldn't be noticing. That summer in Paris was particularly warm, so Colleen was wearing a skimpy, low-cut blouse and a daringly short skirt. His mom was fairly liberal so she had no problems with the way her daughter was dressed. Colleen was sometimes self-conscious about her height, so she was also wearing high heels. She walked quite well in them, something Steve thought to be a lost art. As he tried not to look at his sister with appreciation, Steve realized he was fighting a losing battle. Although a brother wasn't supposed to think that of his sister, Colleen was
sexy!
Steve fought with himself and pushed those thoughts deep down as they walked. He knew that it wasn't proper to think of Colleen that way, but dammit, she had the sweetest little walk and he could tell she was wearing sexy underwear. Probably stuff she had bought for her fucking idiot boyfriend! Whenever he thought of her with idiot Paul, his blood boiled. He couldn't stand the guy and he hoped that his sister hadn't given her virginity to that fucking moron. Colleen was a prize to be won and courted, not bought and paid for the way that Paul seemed to act.
The rest of the day was almost torment for Steven, although he tried to make the best of it. Later that night, they were going to dinner. His sister's thoughts had returned to the boyfriend she had left behind. Steven couldn't deal with it any longer and he let his pent-up emotion burst forth like lava from a volcano.
"Damn it Colleen, when will you see that fucking idiot for the jerk he is?" Steve spewed. "He has money and he's successful, but so what? He treats you like a possession and he never notices what a hot, sweet, sexy girl he has. You could do so much better than that loser, but you're so hung up on him, you just don't see it."
Colleen's face took on an odd look and she smiled. She stood on tip-toe and kissed his cheek. "You've given me some things to think about," she told her brother. "I want to talk about it later, after dinner, when our folks have gone out. I want to talk more about this; I really heard what you said. Okay?"
"Okay," Steven smiled and they went about their business. Paris certainly had a lot to offer and he knew that he would be candy to the local girls. His parents were going out to see the Folies Bergere that evening and that would give he and Colleen all the time they would need for talk. He wanted to make his sister see the light. It was important to him that she know she really was a prize catch.
After their parents left for the evening, Colleen joined him in his bedroom. His and Colleen's room were adjoining because their parents trusted Steve to look after his kid sister if anything went amiss. She sat on the edge of his bed, wearing a robe he hadn't seen before. Her hair was newly styled and she was made up as if she was going out on a date later on. Steve thought that was great, perhaps it would get her mind off idiot-boy. Why shouldn't his sister have a little fling while she was in Paris? She was old enough. He didn't know whether or not Colleen had slept with Paul yet. Steven hoped she hadn't because Paul would be the kind of guy that bragged to his buddies about bagging the hot blonde. Steve shook his head; he had to stop thinking like this. It just got him riled up whenever he thought of Paul and his sister together. She was so gorgeous, she deserved someone that understood her and doted on her.
Colleen clutched her robe tight to her and she smiled up at him. "I'm glad you're here to talk with. I don't think mom would understand," she said to her brother. "You've always been there for me. I lucked out when they were handing out big brothers," she told Steve.
"You're a pretty terrific sister," Steven answered. "What is it that you wanted to talk to me about?"
"Sex," she answered matter-of-factly. "More specifically, sex with Paul ... and me."
Steven felt a bilious rage building within him, yet he managed to push it down. He knew that one small slip up, a tiny overreaction and it would be game over. Colleen was loyal and to a fault. She would rise to defend Paul. He had to play it cool and listen impartially. "You two haven't ...?"
"No, we haven't," Colleen answered honestly and with a tiny smile. "I think your first time should be with someone special, with someone you love."
