#luckhasmylady

Becky shifted to dip her legs into the water, giving me another glimpse of her beautiful breasts and slender body. “My neck’s all stiff. I fell asleep in the car,” she said, reaching up to rub there. The sun gleamed off her shoulders as I moved behind her and sat on my heels.

I was too shy at this point to let my dick hit her so I kept my hips back. The suntan lotion was slick on my hands as I smoothed it across Becky’s shoulders, up to the sides of her neck, thumbs ranging down and over the muscles below in small circles. I’d never massaged my sister before, but I’d given plenty to girlfriends and girl friends.

Becky looked down and let out a long breath. “Mmm, you’ve got strong hands.”

“Thanks.” I spread the oily wetness over her arms and up to her neck, thumbs down again between her shoulder blades while Becky mmm’ed with pleasure and my dick bounced around free. I covered the rest of her back and then slowly along her legs and slim hips—holding her sides like that with Becky moaning…I was crazed with the vision of fucking her as my hands roved down over the rise of her ass. The massage continued around her hips and low back and the line of her bikini bottom slid down, so the valley between her firm ass cheeks was out in the sun, paler than her tanned back and shoulders, glorious, forbidden sister skin. I wanted grab those perfect cheeks, push her forward and slide right into her pussy.

Instead, my hands rubbed again from her shoulders inward to her neck. She wanted slow and she would get it.

“That’s nice. Keep doing that.”

“Okay. Let me get more stuff.”

I reached for the bottle of lotion, but kept one hand on my sexy sister, rubbing her neck. When I turned back with more, my penis smacked her in the side.

“Hello,” She said and reached back to give my dick a squeeze. “I’m coming for you soon. Just a little longer.”

Without being able to help myself, I gasped when Becky grabbed my penis. I was so turned on, wanting to just lather her back and rub my cock over the slickness. But she turned around so the rub could continue. I ran my hands down her back in unison, splayed out like wings, gliding down the arch of her body, skin was smooth and warm, glinting now in sunlight, flesh firm and begging my hands to touch and explore. This was my sister though, it was so surreal. And her nearly naked body was magnificent. Becky reached back and caressed my leg softly as I moved low to her ass and grasped her cheeks. 

“Becky. You feel so good.”

“Yeah? Do you like rubbing lotion on your sister like this?”

“I do. I like it a lot. I’m so happy.”

“Ahh, little brother.”  She turned around, beaming at me. “You know how many nights I’ve wished I had the guts to sneak into your room. Or hoping you’d sneak into mine?”

This was happening, really happening. I was smoothing lotion over my sister’s topless back like I had envisioned a thousand times from my bedroom window, dick in hand. Now my dick bobbed free in her presence—had been in her mouth for a tantalizing moment. She arched her back so that her tits pointed up at the sun, nipples shining, calling to be licked and sucked.

I moved forward so Becky’s head could lean against my chest and I put my arms around her, cupping her sweet breasts. She took a long breath and leaned back on me while I massaged the oil into her tits, stroking them in my hands, fingers brushing over her nipples, swelled out, pink and perfect. Our bodies touched as her oily back hit my chest and I hugged her from behind, holding her, skin against skin. She leaned her hips back into me, crushing her butt cheeks against my raging erection, pressing there. It felt incredible. I pushed back as my whole groin tingled with pleasure. I was grinding up behind my sister, hands caressing down her belly, feeling the void of her bellybutton and down further to her hips as they rocked back on my dick—slow, she wants it slow. She reached out to use the pool ladder as leverage and ground her butt against the length of my cock, each cheek packed against a side of me. I moaned in her ear and she twisted around to kiss me, her face full of mischief.

The kiss was slow, tongues out for a faint touch before our lips would close together wetly. I cupped her tits and she leaned her little body into my hands. Both of us were smiling wide as we kissed like that. Like neither of us could believe how amazing it was, this fantasy come to life.

She whispered, “Thanks for the rub, little brother. I feel way looser.” I think she was planning to look at me, but she was staring at my hard dick instead. “Now I think I should return the favor.” I liked the sound of that.

“Okay,” I said.

“First, I’m going to tease you a little longer. I want you to stand right there, and keep your hands behind your back so I can see your beautiful cock.” She pointed me to step back a foot or two, but she was still crouching on her heels, holding the ladder rail and facing away from me. Like a good audience member, I folded my hands behind my back and took a couple of steps back.

“I want to make you want it so badly brother.” She said. “We are going to have so much fun this week. When I read what you wrote it made me so happy, so right now, I want to make you so happy.

“You are,” I said.

“I’m gonna strut around for you a bit.”

Oh that, yes, that. I nodded back at her, smiling.

“You are so sexy,” I told her.

“Yeah?” You like my body?”

“I love everything about you, Becky.”  I was getting a little more at ease, being naked with my sister like this. God, the tension in that lingering promise of more—a week of more—was ecstatic. My cock had never been so hard in its teenaged life.

Becky had one leg up as she grinned over her shoulder at me, showing me her ass curled up and one hand rubbing her pussy over her swimsuit. Then she gripped the rail with both hands and bent forward with her ass back toward me. Slowly, she started to bump and swing it around, curling her butt cheeks in the air, as she peeled the suit down her ass, that wonderful crevice coming into view inch by inch. She was swinging her hips like there was music in her mind and she was dancing. Dancing for me. She stepped over the rail and crouched facing me. I wanted to see her pussy so badly and now her legs were parted wide as she couched, dancing slowly, hips gyrating, moving around her pussy just beneath that green bathing suit. Like she could read my mind, Becky stood and started to play with the ties at her hips, grinning at me, dancing. She stepped onto the pool ladder, dipping her long legs partially into the water and giving me a view of her gorgeous thighs and ass.

“I didn’t know you could dance like that.”

“You’re going to learn a lot about me, little brother.” She untied her bottom and I could see that her pussy was bear, which was thrilling, but I couldn’t get a proper look at her and was dying for it.

Again, like she knew what I was thinking, Becky climbed out of the pool and crouched down, spreading open her legs, so I could see her there for the first time, the pink line of her lips and hood and hole. She looked amazing, with short, petal lips and her clit crowning it all beautifully. I couldn’t wait to run my tongue over all of it.

A moment later she stepped over the rail toward me. My heart ka-thumped.

“I think I’ve made you wait long enough, little brother.” She walked up to me, standing there with my hands still behind my back, and she reached down for my cock. With a tight, two handed grip, she started to jerk me up and down. The look on her face was fierce as she stroked me, full of yearning. She bit her lip and pumped me. I thought I was going to lose my mind—my sister’s had practice. Then she kissed me hungrily, like it like she was teased by the wait as much as I was. I put arms around her, my dick pumping in her hand between us. Becky’s little hand felt astounding.

I broke from our kiss to moan, my head lolling to the side from the pleasure of it. Becky used the pause to make a break for my dick, popping my dickhead her mouth so quickly, I had no idea what she was doing until I was suddenly warm and wet, sliding into her mouth, and halfway in when I looked down. There my sexy big sister was, moving her lips around, keeping me deep, like she was trying to go deeper.

“Mmmph.” She choked on me, drew off, and then buried herself down, down, slowly this time going much, much deeper on me, until her lips were reaching out for my abdomen. When she pulled off this time, she exhaled loudly, having held her breath to get that deep. Through her gasps, a long tail of spit ran from my cock to her lips as it dangled between us, joining my grinning sister and me. She cupped and played with my sack in one hand and gathered up all that spit and milked it across my dick and balls, then up to my head where she swirled her hand around. It felt so slick and amazing now, I was getting wobbly and put my hands on her shoulders to steady myself as she jerked me. I stroked her back and neck and head as she kissed and teased and milked my cock. She put me back in her mouth again, this time, with a hand swirling around sideways as she sucked me down and tugged at my balls

Becky was right: I was already learning she could suck cock.

“Ahhhh, ffffuckin hell, Becky,” I hissed out in pleasure. “That feels incredible.” Her head was bobbing left and right while she gobbled me, ponytail swinging in the opposite direction. For a second she let me pop out and my tip sat on her smiling lips as she gazed up at me.

“So this is going to sound dirty, little brother,” she said, “but I really want to taste your cum.”

“Really? That’s… That’s awesome,” I said.

“Mmm. Put your load in my mouth for the first time. Let me guzzle your cum little brother. I’ve wanted it forever.” She started sucking again. Her pace was steady and that pony tail bounced around and her lips reach out as she pushed herself down on my cock each time. Her hot mouth felt so good around my shaft, up and down. I was going insane and knew it wouldn’t be long. I wanted to enjoy for as long as I could. The globes of Becky’s bear ass bobbled in the air behind her while she sucked my cock. I started to rock myself into her mouth and Becky was gripping my ass cheeks yanking my cock into her slippery mouth over and over. I was building and my legs started to tremble as I barrelled into my sweet sister’s mouth. She started to suck harder and more furiously and that sent me over the edge.

“I’m coming!” I shouted, so the neighbors three houses down would know. That was all Becky needed to hear. She leaned in sucked me hard and deeply using my ass cheeks again to tug me into her mouth. She gobbled furiously and I exploded, crashing again and again while her tongue and throat washed over my dick. Becky didn’t slow much as my orgasm wound down, she was still whipping her head around, sucking me so hard, I began to really jerk and shudder at her last beautiful slurps. She sat up, smiling and wiped her mouth. We kissed and lay back, resting a pool noodle under our heads while I recovered from the glorious orgasm. Becky leaned over me, her beautiful little nipples erect, and her smile gleaming.

“You taste really fucking good. Like not strong at all. And I dunno, maybe it tastes normal or something because, well, you know.”

“Were related.”

“Mmm. Whatever the reason, your sister likes the taste of your cum, which is really good news.” She smacked me lightly on the shoulder. “Hey, let’s get in the pool.”

I sat up. “Oh, that sounds perfect.”

She jumped in and I followed a second after with a big splash. Becky swam over to me and we kept our shoulders below the water as we wrapped our naked bodies together in the shallow end. The cool touch of the water swished over us as we kissed and played. It was the first of countless naked swims we would have that week.

Becky rubbed her pussy against my leg and gave me a come hither look. “Let’s go get your journal and pick one of the things.” She said. “There’s a lot of ground to cover.”

(To be continued in Part 3)

It started when my mom was thinking about getting a boob job. My family has always been close, just my mother, my younger sister Sylvie, and I. We’re cuddly people. Mom taught us to be comfortable with our bodies, with touch and massage, but also our sexuality, our sexual natures. She taught us not to be embarrassed by them. And I thought it was all normal until I realized my friend’s families didn’t do things like cuddle on the couch together, or give each other massages. My friend’s families didn’t hug or touch each other as often. It wasn’t weird for us or anything. Until one day when things crossed a line.

We were having dinner when mom mentions casually she’s considering a boob job. Sylvie clacked her fork back to her plate. “Mom, you don’t need a boob job.” 

“I just feel like they don’t have their old lift. Nothing huge just a little boost.”

“Mom, they’re fine,” I said. I’m thinking, a hint of droop, I guess, but not a big deal—she has great curves, a pretty face with or without makeup. I would…

I realized Sylvie and Mom were looking at me and I was lost on Mom’s tits. Embarrassing. I stood and waved my mother to her feet to cover, both of us grinning. Before I lost nerve, I made a show of putting my feelers out so mom and sis had no doubt what was coming. Then I slowly cupped my mother’s breasts.

Her blouse was soft and her nipples met my palms straight away. I’d have said they stood somewhere between apples and melons. Halfway into the cup I got incredibly turned on. Standing there, holding this beautiful woman’s tits. Sylvie realized it too, and her expression changed to something like sly wonder. The feel of Mom’s ample, bra-less tits started my dick to swell in my pants. That one moment of letting myself look at Mom as a sexual woman, as a playmate, it switched something and made me stand up and do this stupid and amazing thing. This will be okay, I thought, and straight away knew I was wrong.

Mom could tell I was a little bewildered, but she was smiling. Without being able to help myself, I cradled her tits up lovingly, like I would my girlfriend’s. Mom bit her lower lip for a second, watching me. Her tits felt so amazing in my hands, nipples ranging over my palms, alert through the blouse. I wanted to play with her nipples, but didn’t have the guts.

When I started to knead my mother’s tits, Sylvie laughed, breaking the silence and tension at the dinner table. I put my hands down. It was clear to everyone—both of us had liked that a little more than we’d expected. What Sylvie was thinking, I couldn’t have said.

“They’re perfect, don’t do anything to them.” I sat down and tucked into the food, trying to sound like the last half minute hadn’t completely thrown me—and  given me a hard-on under the table. At one point Sylvie dropper her knife and bent down under the table to retrieve it. I moved my hands down to cover my obvious bulge. Mom saw and pretended not to. Sylvie seemed to take forever finding her fork. Mom was silent and red in the face through most of the remaining meal. It wasn’t like her to not talk. Sylvie, looked like she found the whole thing hysterical. I kept finding her looking at me.

I raced through my food as quickly as possible and when I finished, headed for my room. As I was going up the stairs, the tension burst—fits of Mom and Sylvie’s laughter followed me up. I thought it was the worst day of my life for a little while there.

I picked up a book and put on music. I was reading the same paragraph over and over, thinking about Mom’s tits. The way they felt in my hands, the way her nipples felt in my palms, poking through her blouse, begging to be sucked on. An hour later someone knocked on the door pulling me out of my read. I opened, expecting Mom and finding Sylvie. 

“Hey Tom.” Sylvie had clearly just had a shower. She was wearing a fuzzy, light-blue bathrobe and white slippers, her hair up in a towel. The robe was loose and showing a hint of cleavage, but after what happened at dinner, I tried hard not to look.

“What?” 

“Aww, is big brother feeling upset about feeling up his mother?”

“What do you want?” 

When she looked flustered, like she wasn’t going to answer, I moved to close the door but she put a hand out.

“Tom wait, don’t be an ass. I wanted to talk to you about that. Earlier, what happened. Don’t feel bad about it.” 

“I won’t. Thanks.”

“Mom said it was perfectly natural.” 

“Really? That actually makes me feel better.”

I shut the door on Sylvie and plopped back down on my bed. To my surprise, Sylvie opened it and walked in anyway, shutting the door behind her, and gliding right up to where I sat. She looked a mixture of bravado and raw nerves. I ignored the intrusion, wanting to hear what she and mom had talked about.

“It’s not a big deal, to Mom, I don’t think.” Her hands were fidgeting with the tie of her robe and it distracted me from what she was saying for a bit. I imagined what was down there. Would that hair be blonde too? Sylvie is thin but her boobs are almost the same size as Mom’s. She’s totally sexy, but I’d never really let myself admit it before. I’d often though how the family genes produce great breasts, but tried to keep the idea clinical. Like wondering how my children might turn out.  Now, flashes of the sights unseen under Sylvie’s robe had me tapping my knee with my neck and ears burning.

“Mom told me it was perfectly natural for people, even family to notice each other sexually. The only thing that matters is consent.” I could tell Sylvie was repeating Mom’s words verbatim. 

So if Mom was willing, and I was willing…? It felt weird to consider in front of my sister.

“Well that’s cool,” I said. “It’s kind of weird, but whatever.” 

“So you were, right? Turned on by Mom’s tits?”

I looked away, embarrassed, but Sylvie looked earnest and interested and that made me answer honestly. “Yeah, I was. They felt pretty damn good.” 

Sylvie looked down. “She’s got a nice rack. No waaay she needs a boob job.”

After a few seconds she said, “It’s funny the way boys are so fascinated with boobs.” I was suddenly sure what was coming. My little sister let her robe slide to the floor. 

What did surprise me was that she wasn’t naked. Underneath she had on this lingerie I’d never seen her wear—I had no idea she owned something like that—bright blue trimmed in black. It clung to her sexy frame, showing off her slim and recent curves, the top halves of her tits puffed up above the cups under her bare neckline and beautiful, long neck. My sister, with the prettiest blue eyes, had dressed herself up for me and the effect had me boiling over.

“Wow,” was all I could say. I was lost to her when she disrobed.

“I had stockings to go with it but thought that would look suspicious under the towel.”

She turned around so I could see the way the panties parted her sexy butt cheeks and the bra strap that I was mentally undoing. Her panties were snug to her pussy lips, as she waggled her butt cheeks at me and I could make out the form of her pussy lips underneath the bright blue panties. Sylvie looked gorgeous, a picture of pretending to be confident, but so very nervous. My heart was thumping too.

“What about mine?” She turned and cupped her breasts, pushing them higher so they collected above the bra. I caught a trace, blue hint of a vein and it made my dick bob in my pants with yearning. She noticed me adjust myself and her hand drifted shyly to her lips, looking as though she might chew a fingernail. The other hand still scooped a breast. She wanted to play, but didn’t really know how to make that happen. I had to grow a pair and takeover the situation.