15-05-2024, 10:43 AM
As she reclined, I handed it to her.
"Thanks!" She smiled, apparently flattered that I would be so kind.
"Sure thing sis," I replied with genuine and new kind of affection.
She sighed, "Ahh, what a nice week, huh?"
I agreed with her, and smiled as she dbangd her robe beneath her almost naked body.
I didn't have a book this time. I decided it would be futile to try and read so I just decided I'd give in to my daydreams. As time passed though, I found I could truly relax though every time Kelly would prop up a leg, or reach for the sunscreen, I'd find myself admiring her.
As she took her last sip from beer number one, I cracked another and handed it to her. Of course, I had one for myself too (didn't want to seem too suspicious). And then, I gave her a third.
It was early afternoon Kelly sipped the last of our beer, and I traded her a water for her empty bottle. She gave me a brief look, quizzical, or confused, but I assured her all was fine.
"It's hot. You've got to stay hydrated." And with that I cheersed her with my water, and took a big gulp.
By this time, I could feel the fullness in my own bladder, and knew she'd have to go soon. I wanted to go use the bathroom myself, but I couldn't miss Kelly's routine, or what I hoped was a routine.
And soon enough, my waiting paid off. About halfway through her water Kelly stood up. Sweat dripped from her torso as she did, and the material of her bikini clung to her ass. I stared as she adjusted it.
"I think I'll get in too," I said before getting up from my own chair. I rather jumped, but didn't want to seem too anxious so I walked aloofly behind her until she got in.
Like the previous day, she treaded to the middle of the pool, and I treaded behind her, trying to make small talk, laughing, and getting her to laugh. And then she got still again. I carefully treaded close to her, trying so seem ignorant to her dirty activities, until I felt it again--a current of heat rushed from Kelly over my submerged torso and legs.
Kelly seemed focussed on the relief so I treaded a bit closer, feeling my leg briefly brush against hers. It sent a shiver down my spine, and I wanted more. I took a breath and dropped below the surface of the water and opened my eyes to the stinging chlorine.
The pain was worth it. As the submarine view came into focus my head was level with Kelly's pelvis. Underwater I felt safe and allowed myself to stare unabashedly at her immaculate form. The material of her bottoms was tight, held against her by the pressure of the water.
Her tanned torso rose above it and her legs below. At the point where the two joined, I could make out her mound, the soft but firm flesh that rested at her pelvis like a peach. And below that, a faint dark line, apparent through the slightly transparent material that indicated her slit.
And I could see it. Subtle, but there, hot golden nectar emerging from Kelly's cunt. It swirled and merged with the pool water like heat-waves. I could see it emanating from her core, as she released all of the fluid she had no doubt been holding in for quite some time.
I dared to bob closer, only just, so as not to seem suspicious. But it was enough. I merged with the waves coming from Kelly and felt the warmth on my face. It was Kelly's warmth. It was carnal and intimate, and it drove me wild.
Eventually, my need for breath grew and I reluctantly rose to the surface and tried to act innocent.
Kelly didn't seem any wiser. She stayed still for a moment longer before swimming to the edge again and hopping out.
I couldn't wait this time. I jumped out of the pool, trying to hide my hardon as my swimsuit clug to me. I basically ran inside. And when I was out of view, my cock is in hand. I shot my load quickly with the fresh memory of Kelly's crotch on a loop in my head.
With the added sensation of my own desperation the orgasm was particularly intense, but lead to an unpleasant need to pee when the pleasure was over. I stood over the john trying to pee as my boner refused to subside, until finally I got my own relief.
Then I went back outside.
"Where'd you go?" Kelly interrogated upon my return.
"Had to pee," I said, suddenly feeling caught. But there's no way she could have known.
"I'm surprised you haven't had to go," I followed with a subtle knowing tone, freeing myself from any accusations.
Kelly just smiled, though it seemed like she may have felt "caught" too.
I laid back, satisfied for the moment until we went in for the day.
The next morning, I was ready again with the cooler. The sun was out, bright as ever, and I trotted out to my chair to resume my activities. I brought with me, in addition to the usual items, a spray bottle, which I would say was to help stay cool, but I figured I could use it to remind Kelly of her "need."
This second day I felt more confident. It was easier to relax laying there, even if my mind was still flooded with images of my sister peeing. I almost fell asleep at one point, but was able to remain awake until Kelly finally showed up.
It took a while too. It was noon before she came out, and I had actually had a sinking feeling that she wouldn't be joining me today, but my worries were washed away quickly with the familiar sound of that sliding door.
Out she came in the same blue bikini, only this time without the cover up. She wore no robe as she walked from the house to her chair. It was a treat to watch her walk, as she smiled on her way over.
Once again I handed her a beer before she had the chance to sit down, and once again she thanked me kindly. I smiled at her, and she smiled back. It was warm and loving. If only she knew.
She laid back and opened up her book. I stayed sitting up, not being able to help myself from admiring her. Her skin looked so soft, so perfectly tanned. Her form likewise was perfect. I wanted her.
Apparently I had let my eyes linger too long. Kelly looked up from her book.
"Yes?"
"Nothing. Just thinking," I said mindlessly.
I took my seat. Kelly returned to her book, and for a while we relaxed until Kelly finished her beer. And just like the day before, when she did, I handed her another. And then another.
She was drinking them fast today. She must have been thirsty. Maybe it was hotter. It felt like it. I had been misting myself with the squirt bottle every few minutes, and it was actually working quite well.
Kelly chuckled every time I did. She called me a dork for using it, in that teasing sibling way. I sprayed her with it in return.
"Don't you dare or I will take it from you!" she retorted, though the smiled as she did.
Hmmm. That gave me an idea...but she hadn't had quite enough to drink yet. I handed her a water after her third beer.
She really must have been thirsty. She drank half of it in one chug. And very quickly finished the rest. I was ready with another.
If my previous experiences were any gauge, she was getting ready for her routine. Her bladder must be nearing its limit, but I wanted to push her. So as she took a sip from her bottle, I began to make small talk.
I tried to make it sound like I was just bored, bringing up random topics and questions for her to think about, letting her time to empty the bottle into her self. And it worked.
We sat chatting about this and that, and Kelly sipped her water. It was out of habit. There's no way she could be thirsty after all of that fluid, but it's like when you're at a restaurant and they keep filling your water before the food arrives, you've got nothing better to do, so you drink it.
And soon enough she was halfway through her third. I knew she would HAVE to go soon, so I waited in the heat.
I took out the spray bottle and misted myself again. Kelly laughed.
My response was to spray her. She looked over angrily, but teasing. I sprayed her again.
"Andrew!"
I smiled, "fine."
"Good," she smiled back and returned to relaxing.
But I wasn't done. I twisted the nozzle of the spray bottle so that it would spray a concentrated stream instead of a mist and aimed it at Kelly. She noticed.
"Don't you dare."
I squeezed the lever and shot kelly straight in the tit.
"That's it!"
She jumped up in attack mode and tried to snatch the bottle from me, but I got up in time to dodge her first assault. But she was quick and grabbed it on her second try. She jumped a few steps back, out of my direct reach and trained the nozzle on me.
"Kelly," I warned jokingly.
And then she squirted water on me. I jumped over the lounge chair between us and Kelly ran. She looked back laughing and tried to keep spraying me, but with the motion she mostly missed.
She reached the grass of the yard before I got to her, but there I grabbed her by the waist. Admiring the softness of her skin by sight was wonderful, but that first touch of my hand on the supple curve of her hip was electric.
We had wrestled before, as siblings do, but with my new found desire her body felt a whole new kind of right as I grabbed her.
She squealed and cracked up laughing as I lifted her off the ground.
"Put me down!" She commanded between laughs and squeals. She squirmed in my arms, trying to spray me with the bottle that she still possessed.
As I lifted her up I became more acquainted with her shape as her weight pressed against me. Her skin was soft and slid against mine, sweaty in the heat. I felt her ass against my stomach, a wonderful protrusion.
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"Thanks!" She smiled, apparently flattered that I would be so kind.
"Sure thing sis," I replied with genuine and new kind of affection.
She sighed, "Ahh, what a nice week, huh?"
I agreed with her, and smiled as she dbangd her robe beneath her almost naked body.
I didn't have a book this time. I decided it would be futile to try and read so I just decided I'd give in to my daydreams. As time passed though, I found I could truly relax though every time Kelly would prop up a leg, or reach for the sunscreen, I'd find myself admiring her.
As she took her last sip from beer number one, I cracked another and handed it to her. Of course, I had one for myself too (didn't want to seem too suspicious). And then, I gave her a third.
It was early afternoon Kelly sipped the last of our beer, and I traded her a water for her empty bottle. She gave me a brief look, quizzical, or confused, but I assured her all was fine.
"It's hot. You've got to stay hydrated." And with that I cheersed her with my water, and took a big gulp.
By this time, I could feel the fullness in my own bladder, and knew she'd have to go soon. I wanted to go use the bathroom myself, but I couldn't miss Kelly's routine, or what I hoped was a routine.
And soon enough, my waiting paid off. About halfway through her water Kelly stood up. Sweat dripped from her torso as she did, and the material of her bikini clung to her ass. I stared as she adjusted it.
"I think I'll get in too," I said before getting up from my own chair. I rather jumped, but didn't want to seem too anxious so I walked aloofly behind her until she got in.
Like the previous day, she treaded to the middle of the pool, and I treaded behind her, trying to make small talk, laughing, and getting her to laugh. And then she got still again. I carefully treaded close to her, trying so seem ignorant to her dirty activities, until I felt it again--a current of heat rushed from Kelly over my submerged torso and legs.
Kelly seemed focussed on the relief so I treaded a bit closer, feeling my leg briefly brush against hers. It sent a shiver down my spine, and I wanted more. I took a breath and dropped below the surface of the water and opened my eyes to the stinging chlorine.
The pain was worth it. As the submarine view came into focus my head was level with Kelly's pelvis. Underwater I felt safe and allowed myself to stare unabashedly at her immaculate form. The material of her bottoms was tight, held against her by the pressure of the water.
Her tanned torso rose above it and her legs below. At the point where the two joined, I could make out her mound, the soft but firm flesh that rested at her pelvis like a peach. And below that, a faint dark line, apparent through the slightly transparent material that indicated her slit.
And I could see it. Subtle, but there, hot golden nectar emerging from Kelly's cunt. It swirled and merged with the pool water like heat-waves. I could see it emanating from her core, as she released all of the fluid she had no doubt been holding in for quite some time.
I dared to bob closer, only just, so as not to seem suspicious. But it was enough. I merged with the waves coming from Kelly and felt the warmth on my face. It was Kelly's warmth. It was carnal and intimate, and it drove me wild.
Eventually, my need for breath grew and I reluctantly rose to the surface and tried to act innocent.
Kelly didn't seem any wiser. She stayed still for a moment longer before swimming to the edge again and hopping out.
I couldn't wait this time. I jumped out of the pool, trying to hide my hardon as my swimsuit clug to me. I basically ran inside. And when I was out of view, my cock is in hand. I shot my load quickly with the fresh memory of Kelly's crotch on a loop in my head.
With the added sensation of my own desperation the orgasm was particularly intense, but lead to an unpleasant need to pee when the pleasure was over. I stood over the john trying to pee as my boner refused to subside, until finally I got my own relief.
Then I went back outside.
"Where'd you go?" Kelly interrogated upon my return.
"Had to pee," I said, suddenly feeling caught. But there's no way she could have known.
"I'm surprised you haven't had to go," I followed with a subtle knowing tone, freeing myself from any accusations.
Kelly just smiled, though it seemed like she may have felt "caught" too.
I laid back, satisfied for the moment until we went in for the day.
The next morning, I was ready again with the cooler. The sun was out, bright as ever, and I trotted out to my chair to resume my activities. I brought with me, in addition to the usual items, a spray bottle, which I would say was to help stay cool, but I figured I could use it to remind Kelly of her "need."
This second day I felt more confident. It was easier to relax laying there, even if my mind was still flooded with images of my sister peeing. I almost fell asleep at one point, but was able to remain awake until Kelly finally showed up.
It took a while too. It was noon before she came out, and I had actually had a sinking feeling that she wouldn't be joining me today, but my worries were washed away quickly with the familiar sound of that sliding door.
Out she came in the same blue bikini, only this time without the cover up. She wore no robe as she walked from the house to her chair. It was a treat to watch her walk, as she smiled on her way over.
Once again I handed her a beer before she had the chance to sit down, and once again she thanked me kindly. I smiled at her, and she smiled back. It was warm and loving. If only she knew.
She laid back and opened up her book. I stayed sitting up, not being able to help myself from admiring her. Her skin looked so soft, so perfectly tanned. Her form likewise was perfect. I wanted her.
Apparently I had let my eyes linger too long. Kelly looked up from her book.
"Yes?"
"Nothing. Just thinking," I said mindlessly.
I took my seat. Kelly returned to her book, and for a while we relaxed until Kelly finished her beer. And just like the day before, when she did, I handed her another. And then another.
She was drinking them fast today. She must have been thirsty. Maybe it was hotter. It felt like it. I had been misting myself with the squirt bottle every few minutes, and it was actually working quite well.
Kelly chuckled every time I did. She called me a dork for using it, in that teasing sibling way. I sprayed her with it in return.
"Don't you dare or I will take it from you!" she retorted, though the smiled as she did.
Hmmm. That gave me an idea...but she hadn't had quite enough to drink yet. I handed her a water after her third beer.
She really must have been thirsty. She drank half of it in one chug. And very quickly finished the rest. I was ready with another.
If my previous experiences were any gauge, she was getting ready for her routine. Her bladder must be nearing its limit, but I wanted to push her. So as she took a sip from her bottle, I began to make small talk.
I tried to make it sound like I was just bored, bringing up random topics and questions for her to think about, letting her time to empty the bottle into her self. And it worked.
We sat chatting about this and that, and Kelly sipped her water. It was out of habit. There's no way she could be thirsty after all of that fluid, but it's like when you're at a restaurant and they keep filling your water before the food arrives, you've got nothing better to do, so you drink it.
And soon enough she was halfway through her third. I knew she would HAVE to go soon, so I waited in the heat.
I took out the spray bottle and misted myself again. Kelly laughed.
My response was to spray her. She looked over angrily, but teasing. I sprayed her again.
"Andrew!"
I smiled, "fine."
"Good," she smiled back and returned to relaxing.
But I wasn't done. I twisted the nozzle of the spray bottle so that it would spray a concentrated stream instead of a mist and aimed it at Kelly. She noticed.
"Don't you dare."
I squeezed the lever and shot kelly straight in the tit.
"That's it!"
She jumped up in attack mode and tried to snatch the bottle from me, but I got up in time to dodge her first assault. But she was quick and grabbed it on her second try. She jumped a few steps back, out of my direct reach and trained the nozzle on me.
"Kelly," I warned jokingly.
And then she squirted water on me. I jumped over the lounge chair between us and Kelly ran. She looked back laughing and tried to keep spraying me, but with the motion she mostly missed.
She reached the grass of the yard before I got to her, but there I grabbed her by the waist. Admiring the softness of her skin by sight was wonderful, but that first touch of my hand on the supple curve of her hip was electric.
We had wrestled before, as siblings do, but with my new found desire her body felt a whole new kind of right as I grabbed her.
She squealed and cracked up laughing as I lifted her off the ground.
"Put me down!" She commanded between laughs and squeals. She squirmed in my arms, trying to spray me with the bottle that she still possessed.
As I lifted her up I became more acquainted with her shape as her weight pressed against me. Her skin was soft and slid against mine, sweaty in the heat. I felt her ass against my stomach, a wonderful protrusion.
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