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A reluctant sister celebrates Nude Day naked with her brother.

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You should know two things about me. First, I'm a practical joker. Second, ever since I reached puberty, I always wanted to see my sister, Ellen, naked. I know it's incestuous of me to want to see my sister naked, but I can't help myself because she's so hot and, well, she's my sister. Then, one day, when I was masturbating for the millionth time over the naked thoughts of my sister, I came up with a plan to finally see her naked.

"I know how to see my sister naked," I said to myself for no one to hear, while masturbating over my sister, yet, again. "I'll invite her to a Nude Day barbeque, but I won't tell her it's a Nude Day barbeque, just a regular barbeque. By shaming her, tricking her, and pressuring her into removing her clothes, I'll play a practical joke on her, while finally seeing her without her clothes. Perfect."

With my practical joke set in place and by playing a practically joke on my sister, today, Nude Day, this just may be the day that I finally see my sister naked. Moreover, without having her think of me as the perverted brother, she'll think that it was more my intention to play a practical joke on her, rather than going through all of this just to see her naked.

"Oh, my God! I'm so excited," I said rubbing my hands together, as if a fly about to land on a piece of excrement. If I could high five myself I would, but that's just too weird. "I can't wait for her to get here."

Then, when my sister arrived for our Nude Day barbeque, out of the blue, my sister surprised me, shocked the shit out of me, actually. With the joke on me, she stood in front of me and started undressing. Are you kidding me? This inappropriate behavior wasn't like her. Did she know about the Nude Day barbeque and was she playing a practical joke on me? If stripping naked was her way of getting back at me, I wasn't about to question it. I just stood there enjoying the impromptu show.

I watched my sister, Ellen, stand and remove her sweater. I couldn't believe my eyes. Modest and sexually inhibited, she's never so much as removed her socks in my presence. Knowing the pervert that I am, knowing how sexually attracted I am to her, and knowing, no doubt, how much I lust to see her naked, why was she teasing me by pretending to undress in front of me? Then, when she started unbuttoning her blouse, I thought I was going to lose my mind. I thought I was dreaming. It took all the self-control I had not to unzip my pants, pull out my cock, and start masturbating over her striptease show and the sight of her bra.

Now, for those of you who don't know my sister, Ellen, she has a rack. She has big, proud C cup tits. I stared at the impressions her nipples made in her blouse through her bra. Was she cold or was she excited? More importantly, why was she undressing in front of me, her baby brother? Going with the flow, enjoying the show, not questioning why she was stripping for fear she'd stop, maybe she was preoccupied in thought and didn't realize that I was there in the room with her and that she was undressing in front of me. Instead of just enjoying the impromptu striptease, instead of shutting my mouth, in shock that she was undressing in front of me, I felt compelled to speak.

"What are you doing, Ellen?"

With her fingers poised on her blouse buttons, she stopped unbuttoning her blouse. Fuck! When will I learn? Why didn't I just keep my mouth shut? Did I just stop her from unbuttoning her blouse and undressing in front of me? I couldn't believe I broke whatever spell she was in and stopped her from exposing her bra clad tits to me. What the Hell is wrong with me? For such an incestuous pervert, I'm such a moron.

"What does it look like I'm doing, Michael," she said with a smile. "I'm removing my clothes."

She's removing her clothes? She's removing her clothes! As if there was a fire alarm bell going off on my head, the sexual, incestuous lust I had for her finally came to a boil or in my case, to a head, when my cock quickly began to stiffen by the thought of finally seeing Ellen naked, naked, naked, naked.

Not wanting to ruin the moment by asking her anymore dumb questions that may make her feel uncomfortable, rethink what she's doing, ruin the mood, and stop her from undressing in front of me, I bit my lip this time. While waiting for her to start unbuttoning her blouse again, I stared at the impressions her nipples of her C cup breasts made in her blouse. God, she has such big tits and I can't wait to see them. Was I finally going to see my big sister in her bra? Was I finally going to see Ellen's tits? Instead of shutting my mouth, instead of remaining quiet, and instead of just enjoying the impromptu striptease show, I felt compelled to ask her the question.

"Why?"

Only, this time, I was glad that I asked her the question.

"It's Nude Day, silly."

She knows it's Nude Day. After all the plotting and planning that I had been making in the desperate and horny hopes of seeing my sister naked in celebration of Nude Day, my sister was freely undressing in front of me. What's wrong with this picture? This was just way too easy.

"Nude Day?" I looked at her pretending that I was stunned that there was even such a day as Nude Day. "It is?"

Being the pervert that I am, of course, I knew it was Nude Day. I've been frustratingly awaiting this very day for months. Nude Day to a pervert is a sacred holiday in the way that Christmas is to a Catholic. Up until now, it was my intention to invite her to a nude barbeque, but forget about that. I have the real Nude Day deal right in front of me. I looked at her with incestuous lust. Unable to construct the question, with my palms sweating, my cock swelling, and my voice shaking, I did somehow.

"Does that mean you're getting (gulp, double gulp, when I thought of seeing her tits) naked?"

"Of course I'm getting naked silly and you should celebrate the holiday with me by getting naked, too."

Oh, my God! Are you kidding me? My soon to be naked sister wants me to celebrate the Nude Day holiday with her by getting naked in front of her? My cock throbbed with the thought of exposing myself to my sexy sister. I know it's wrong, but I always wanted to flash my sister my cock. I was curious, an understatement, what her reaction would be to seeing my big prick. Yet, there was no way that I could just pull out my cock, disrespect her, and ruin the brotherly and sisterly relationship we had by replacing it with an incestuous one by exposing myself to her, but now I had an her official invitation. Now with her undressing, with her getting naked, and with her celebrating Nude Day and asking me to get naked, too, this was my dream come true.

Only, just as I thought that, in my feeble attempt to justify my incestuous lust for my sister, I couldn't help but wonder if incestuous sex would make us closer and our brotherly and sisterly relationship even better. With her already giving me an inch, still not satisfied with seeing her naked, I wanted to give her all eight of my inches. Oh, yeah, now that my sister was intent to get naked and show me her naked body, I want to have sex with her, too. I wanted to watch her blow me, suck my cock, before I fucked her, really fucked her. Someone, somewhere, should do a scientific study to weigh the merits of incestuous sex between a parent, a sibling, a cousin, aunt, uncle, and a grandparent, that is, so long as all sexually parties are consenting adults.

I could only imagine what the holidays would be like around the dining room table with sister Sally sitting on Uncle Willie's lap, while he feels her tits and she bounces up and down on his cock. I wonder, would the holidays be better or worse? Then, remembering my holidays with my family fighting and arguing, they couldn't possibly be any worse. Perhaps, with everyone naked and having sex with one another, they'd all finally stop their feuding.

Something that I always wanted to do as a horny, incestuous guy, to see my sexy sister naked, here I am jumping way ahead of myself by thinking of having incestuous sex with my sister, when all that she's doing is undressing in front of me and stripping naked in celebration of the Nude Day holiday. Slow down. Take a breath. Relax and just enjoy the show.

Nude Day? I love Nude Day and I love my sister. Only, I still couldn't wrap my brain around my sister voluntarily getting naked in front of me without me having to trick her to do so. I was hyperventilating again.

One step at a time. Slow down. Take a breath. Calm down. Maybe, once she's naked, one thing will lead to another. Maybe I'll finally get to find out what's it like to kiss, French kiss, my sister. Maybe I'll finally get to touch and know what it's like to feel my sister in places where no brother should ever touch and feel his sister. Maybe I'll finally get to have sex with my big sister. Oh, my God. I was so excited with the horny sexual anticipation and incestuous lust of having sex with my sister.

With the concentrated look, as if I was about to score a new high on a favorite video game, with the focused stare of a terrorist in a crowded airport surmising all the people to murder, and with the same focused stare that President Obama had when his Navy Seals took out Osama bin Laden, I watched her unbuttoning her blouse. My eyes were bugging out of my head. I only needed to see my sister wrap herself around a pole to make this better.

This wasn't like my reserved sister at all. Who is this woman and what did they do with my sister? Is she drunk? Is she on drugs? Has someone hypnotized her to strip naked in front of me, her perverted brother?

A dream come true, I couldn't believe I was finally going to see my sister naked, naked, naked, naked. For years I've lusted over my sister. For years I wondered what her body looked like without all those clothes. For years, I wanted to touch her, feel her, and have unbridled sex with her. Only, I was afraid to cross that incestuous line.

Unable to ever get a naked sense of her body, other than in my dreams and in my fantasies, finally, I was going to see her naked. Always in the past, I slowly stroked my cock with the imagined naked thoughts of her. Only, unable to clearly see her naked, she wears so many clothes, too many clothes to imagine her without them.

For years, I've tried to catch a glimpse of anything that I could see of her, a panty flash, a down blouse view, even a prolonged view of her strutting around in her bikini. Only, always so prim and proper, she's so sexually modest. Always sitting like the lady that she is and always wearing clothes that never gave me so much as an up skirt or a down blouse view, I could only imagine what she looked like naked, while I masturbated over the naked thoughts of her. Now that we live in different cities, even my chance of seeing her in her bikini are slim to nil.

I stood there agog watching as she unbuttoned the last button of her blouse. With most of her bra in plain view, she flayed open her blouse, before unbuttoning her cuff buttons and removing her shirt. My big, sexy sister was standing in front of me in her sexy blue bra. Taking a few seconds for my brain to process what I was seeing, I couldn't believe my eyes. Speechless, I could only stare. I was seeing my sister in her bra, something I've never seen before. Immediately, my eyes focused on the impressions her big nipples made in the thin fabric of her brassiere. I could feel my mouth involuntarily go in the shape of a goldfish hoping for food.

"Got milk?" I so wanted to say that, but didn't for fear that I'd interrupt her from her striptease show again.

With her tits overflowing her bra cups, I just wanted to reach out my horny hands and touch the top of her tits, before sucking out her nipples right through her big brassiere. Oh, my God. Her abundant cleavage was right there in front of me, just mere inches away from my horny hands. I wanted to reach out and feel her big breasts through her bra, while holding her and kissing her, French kissing, while I forced her hand down to feel the hardness of my cock through my pants. I wanted to finger the impressions that her nipples made in her bra to tease them out a bit more, before reaching my hand inside to finger them.

Then, before I could adjust to her standing in front of me in her bra, she reached around behind her back and unbuttoned and unzipped her skirt. As if in slow motion, I watched her skirt slowly flutter to the floor, as my cock quickly hardened in my underwear and tented my pants. Now with my proud prick standing straight up, out, and stiff, I so wanted to unzip myself, pull out my cock, and masturbate to my sister's striptease show.

As if she was a sexy lingerie model, she stood in front of me in just her bra and bikini panty. There's just something sexy about a woman standing in front of me in her bra and panty, especially when that sexy woman is my sexy sister that I've been lusting over for years. I thought I'd die and I just wanted to touch her and feel her, before stripping her naked and fucking her.

"How do you like my body?" She said slowly twirling around.

Was that my invitation to touch her and to feel her? How do I like your body? Are you kidding me?

"I love your body. You have a beautiful body, Ellen."

Oh, my God, my big sister has quite the hot body. Staring down from her bra covered breasts to her flat stomach to her panty covered pussy, I so wanted to reach out and cup her pussy through her panty and trace her pussy lips with my finger, before reaching around behind her to cup her sweet, round ass. It was then that I wondered again what it would be like to kiss my sister, really kiss my sister, French kiss my sister, while I felt her in places where no brother should ever feel his sister. I tried to stop myself from asking her the question but I couldn't help myself from just blurting it.

"Aren't you embarrassed undressing in front of me, Ellen, your brother? Aren't you embarrassed standing there in front of me in your bra and panty? I mean, as if you're already naked, I can practically see everything, your nipples and your pubic hair."

Duh? What's wrong with me? What's with all the questions? Shut the Hell up. Why can't I just stop talking? Why can't I just let her strip off her clothes first and then ask questions later, after she's standing in front of me naked. For now, just shut your stupid mouth.

"Well, now that you mention it, I will be embarrassed, if you don't get naked, too," she said with a sexy laugh.

Oh, my God, she wants me to get naked, too. I can't do that, can I? Yeah, I can. I can do that. I always wanted to get naked in front of my sister. I longed to show her my cock. Now that she just invited me to get naked, I couldn't believe that I was going to be naked with my sister.

Glad that I have such a close knit family, I love my sister. The only thing that would make the sight of seeing my sister naked better is if my Mom was celebrating Nude Day with us and stripping naked in front of me, too. I know it's wrong, just as I know it's perverted, but just as I've always wanted to see my sister naked, I've always wanted to see my mother naked, too. Then, I thought about celebrating the Nude Day holiday with all my aunts and all my female cousins. Now, that's my idea of real a Nude Day. With all those tits and pussies crunched together, I could only imagine what it would feel like to have a group, Nude Day, family hug.

"Okay," I said. "Sorry."

Nervously, I started unbuttoning my shirt. Then, my sister took control of the situation. She took a step forward, reached out her hands, and unbuckled my pants. With her fingertips inches away from my bulging cock, as if she was just as eager to see me naked, as much as I was eager to see her naked, I couldn't believe my sister was helping me to undress. If I'm dreaming now, don't pinch me to wake me up. Not even in my wildest fantasies, never in a million years would I ever think my sister would be helping me to get out of my pants.

Then, when she pulled down my zipper and pushed down my pants, overwhelmed with incestuous lust, I looked at her with the uncontrollable thoughts of wanting to touch her, feel her, grope her, and have sex with her right then and right there. I so wanted to push her back on the couch, strip her naked, and have my incestuous way with her. My cock was already tenting my underwear. Never have I been as hard and as excited as I was now. All I could think of was how wet her pussy was and how warm her mouth was.

"Wow. Someone is excited. Someone has an erection," she said pinching the head of my cock through my underwear with her thumb and index fingers. Show me your cock, Michael," she said falling to her knees in front of me.

Oh, my God, are you kidding me? Incestuous overload, it took all the self-control I had not to whip out my cock, put a hand to the back of my sister's pretty head, and fill her mouth with all of me, while fondling her big tits through her bra and sticking a hand in her bra to finger her nipples. All this time I thought that I was the incestuous pervert. All this time I thought I was the one who wanted my sister, when she was the one lusting over me.

"Gees, Ellen, take it easy. Relax. Slow down. You're making me nervous."

Now that she called my bluff, now with the shoe on the other foot, I was the prey and she was the huntress. I was stunned. I was excited. I was nervous. My sexy sister just asked me to show her my cock and my knees were shaking. With her kneeling down in front of me, I couldn't believe she was staring at my bulge in my underwear in the way I've always stared at every part of her sexy body, while imagining what she looked like naked.

"C'mon, show me. I want to see my baby brother's prick," she said reaching out her hand again and feeling my hard prick through my underwear, before leaning forward and sucking my erection through the cotton material.

Oh, my God, my sister just sucked my cock through my underwear. If the touch of her hand wasn't enough, in the way that she sucked my cock through my underwear was the most erotic thing that's ever happened to me. No one has ever sucked my cock through my underwear. Her breath was so warm and her mouth was so wet. I could feel her tongue flick at the head of my cock. Accustomed to leaving a wet stain of pre-cum on my underwear, when thinking about my sexy sister naked, how appropriate for my sexy sister to leave a wet stain of saliva on my underwear with her mouth.

First, the feel of my sister's hand on my bulge and then to feel her warm mouth and her hot breath on my cock through my underwear was more than I could take. It took all the control I had not to whip out my cock, stick it in her mouth, put a hand to the back of her head, and fuck her face, while humping her pretty mouth. I so wanted her to give me a blowjob now, the reality of which was no doubt going to happen, especially after she just sucked my cock through my underwear.

What the Hell is happening? Is she on drugs? Is she drunk? This inappropriate behavior just isn't like her. All this time I thought I was the pervert. I never knew my sister was a pervert, too. It must run in the family. I never knew my sister was lusting over me, as much as I was lusting over her. Well, now that I knew, this was going to be the best Nude Day of my life.

Only, having second thoughts, afraid to cross the imaginary incest line, now that she called my bluff, I balked. I was hesitant to get naked. I was crossing the line and once I crossed the line, it was the point of no return. This was my sister. Once naked, no doubt, I was about to have incestuous sex with my sister. Yet, I didn't care. If I pulled down my underwear now with her on her knees in front of me and her face so close to my bulging erection, I couldn't help but imagine her leaning forward and taking my stiff cock in her hand, before taking my hard prick in her mouth. Instead of just going with the flow, obeying her wish to see my cock, I decided to play games.
"You first," I said with a sly smile. "Show me your tits and your pussy and I'll show you my cock."

When will I ever learn? Instead of just whipping out my cock, instead of just having her blow me, I opened my big mouth, again. Why can't I just stop talking? In hindsight, I should have just whipped out my cock, if only to see the reaction on her face and to see what she would have done.

Maybe she'd only look and nothing more. Maybe she's just a cock tease. Maybe she was bluffing, too. Maybe she would have given me a hand job. Maybe she would have blown me, before fucking me. I don't know. Now, I'll never know, that is, until she shocked the shit out of me again.

"Okay, I'll get naked first, but you have to promise me that you'll get naked, too and, once you're naked, you have to promise me that I can touch your cock, hold your cock in my hand, and stroke you, before taking your prick in my mouth," she said getting up from her knees and standing.

Promise you? Not only was that an easy promise to make but an easier promise to keep. Only, in shock, I was speechless. I couldn't talk. Not even able to formulate an answer, I just stared at her. Then, I watched her reach around behind her unhooked her bra without removing it.

"Okay," I said. "Sure. I promise."

"You promise what?"

"I promise to get naked and I promise you can touch my cock, hold it in your hand, and stroke me, before (gulp) taking it in your mouth."

I so wanted to say that I promise you can fuck me, too, after you blow me. Only, I didn't want to push my luck. I didn't want to awaken her from whatever lustful dream like fantasy she was having. For sure, after seeing my sister naked and her seeing me naked, I'd be happy with a blowjob.

As if raising up her tits to offer them to me, I watched her cup her bra with both hands. Then, as if she was a mermaid removing her oyster bra, I watched her bra straps slip from her shoulders and fall to her forearms. Still covering herself with her bra cups, she slipped one arm out of her bra strap and then the other. Taking her sweet time stripping and driving me crazy in the process, my sister was such a sexy bitch. With the body of a stripper combined with the incestuous desire of her being my sister, she was such a tease. I couldn't wait to see her big tits.

"Are you ready to see my tits?"

"Oh, good God, yes, Ellen. Yes," I said breathlessly. "I've been ready all my life."

"Are you ready to see my nipples?"

"Oh, God, yes, Ellen. Please, show me your nipples." Only, instead of continuing her sexy game, here I go again with the useless dialogue. "Wait," I said wanting to kick myself for talking, delaying her from removing her bra and, perhaps, ruining the moment. "Just as you made me promise that, when you see my cock, you can touch it and hold it in your hand, before taking it in your mouth, when I see your tits, may I touch them, too?"

"Yes, little brother," she said with a sweet smile, as if she was agreeing that I could borrow her car.

"May I suck them?"

"Of course. I'd love for you to suck my nipples, Michael."

I watched her slowly remove her bra from her tits. Am I dreaming? I couldn't believe my eyes. My sexy sister was standing before me topless. Her big tits were right there.

"Oh, my God, Ellen. You have amazing breasts," I said reaching out my hand to touch them.

"Oh, no," she said covering her breasts with her hand. "Show me your cock first. After I touch your cock, hold it in my hand, and stroke you, before taking it in my mouth, is when you can touch, fondle, and caress my breasts and finger my nipples, while I suck your cock."

Oh, my God. In one motion, I pulled down my underwear and my cock just sprang out straight forward. Immediately, she touched it, grabbed it, wrapped her fingers around it, and took it in her hand, while slowly stroking me. Then, leaning forward, she took me in her mouth when...

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

My alarm scared me awake.

Every morning, I had the same frigging dream and every morning the fantasy goes just a little bit further. God damn it! Why can't I have this dream when I first fall asleep? Never do I get to touch my sister's tits. Never do I see my sister's pussy. Only seeing her topless for just a moment, never do I get to see my sister totally naked. Never do I get to feel my cock in my sister's hand and her mouth.

Every morning, I try going back to sleep to see if I can have that dream again, but I never do. I just end up being late for work. Every morning I end up masturbating over the naked thoughts of my naked sister touching me and sucking me, before jumping in the cold shower and heading off to work sexually frustrated. Only today was different. Today, I took off the day. Maybe today, Nude Day, will change all of that. Maybe today, Nude Day, is when I'll finally see my sister naked.

My friends were having a Nude Day barbeque at the beach. I invited my sister but, figuring this was my golden opportunity to see her naked, I didn't tell her that the barbeque was a naked barbeque in celebration of Nude Day. I just told her it was a barbeque. Knowing what a prude my sister is, if I told her it was a Nude Day celebration, she'd never attend. I knew everyone there would be naked and I was hoping my sister wouldn't be the only stick in the mud. I was hoping she'd get naked, too. A good plan when I thought of it, now it seemed a bit perversely desperate. Suddenly, I had the sinking feeling that it wouldn't work.

My sister has a high pressure job. She's a marketing representative for a famous brand luggage company and because of her job, she travels a lot, especially to faraway places such as China, Taiwan, and Japan, even Dubai. With a week off from work, she was looking forward to kicking back and relaxing. Instead of enjoying my time with my sister, I wanted to enjoy making time with my sister.

Since I'll be introducing her to are all my friends from college for the first time, they don't even know that I have a sister. Back then, if we weren't discussing classes, professors, homework, and girls on campus, we were drunk and/or high. Finally away from home and living on our own, few of us discussed our families. Besides, thinking that they may think me weird if I got naked in front of my sister, I just introduced her around as Ellen. I figured that way, everyone would think we were boyfriend and girlfriend on a Nude Day date and not incestuous siblings. Truthfully, it wouldn't much matter what we were and what they thought, once we all started drinking, got hammered, and got naked; no one would care.

Sure enough, an hour into the barbeque, one by one, people started stripping off their clothes. Some hung out naked, others went for a swim and returned to the beach just wearing a towel, and only a few kept on their clothes. I noticed my sister checking out some of the guys cocks. I guess she wasn't as much of a prude as I thought.

Nonetheless, my sister was one of the few women still dressed. Finally, after watching her continue to check out the naked guys, and deciding that she's no prude, I figured it was now or never. I figured she was staying dressed because I was still dressed. Now that I was here with her, I couldn't help but wonder about all the dreams I've been having about her. Maybe there was something to what I was dreaming. Maybe she's just as sexually attracted to me, as I am to her. Maybe my dream was a prelude to this Nude Day naked barbeque that I'm now celebrating fully clothe with my sister.

"Happy Nude Day," I said to her sitting on my towel in the soft, warm sand, as I removed my shoes, socks, shirt, and pants. Wishing it was my reality, instead of just a dream, wishing she'd unbuckle, unbutton, and unzip my pants, before pulling down my boxer shorts, I thought about my sister helping me to undress in my dream.

"You didn't tell me this was a Nude Day barbeque, Michael," she said with an angry tone to her voice. She stood beside me and looked down at me, while watching me undress.

"I forgot," I said lying.

Oh, oh, here we go. This plan will never work. She'll never get naked and if I get naked in front of her now, she'll ask me to take her home.

Duh, telling her that I forgot that this was a Nude Day barbeque was a stupid thing to say. I'd never forget that I was attending a Nude Day barbeque, but I was so nervous that I wasn't thinking straight. Besides, I never could lie to my sister. Now rethinking my plan, did I dare strip in front of my sister?

I so wanted to get naked. I so wanted to finally experience my dream. I needed to know what would happen when I crossed that invisible incestuous line. I needed see what would happen, when I went beyond all that I've been dreaming about Ellen night after night. What would her reaction be to seeing me naked and seeing my cock? For sure, had I not had the courage received from consuming a few beers, I don't think I would have stripped. Would she look or would she look away?

"Bullshit! You forgot everyone would be naked? Don't give me that crap, Michael," she said looking at me with a laugh, before crossing her arms in front of her and rolling her eyes. "Knowing you, Mr. Horny, I don't think you'd forget something like a Nude Day barbeque. For sure, that would be something you'd look forward to getting naked in front of all these women, while seeing them naked, too."

"We can leave if you're uncomfortable with nudity, Ellen," I said hoping she'd say no.

"I just don't understand why you invited me, Michael, if you knew this was a Nude Day celebration and we'd both be naked," she said looking at me, in the way my mother used to look at me, when she caught me looking up her skirt or down her blouse. "This is too much like incest."

What was she saying? Even though I suddenly felt like a creep, I couldn't help but wonder if she was going to get naked or not. Oh, shit. I had to think fast. I didn't want her to leave, before I got naked. Not now, anyway. I needed her to stay. I needed her to get naked, too. At the very least, I wanted to expose my cock to her. I wanted her to see my cock. With her seeing my cock, I was curious if she'd look at it, stare at it, or look away, and I'd have masturbation material for the next few years.

With all the vibes I've received from her in the past, I needed to know if she's interested in having some sort of incestuous relationship, even if it was only getting naked in front of one another. Moreover, I wanted her to get naked, too. I needed to see her naked body. I so wanted to see her tits, pussy, and ass, if only to have something more realistically explicit to masturbate over, while thinking of her. Now feeling a bit defeated, my plan was falling apart, crumbling before it even got started. Moreover, I felt that I had ruined the bond of trust that my sister had for me.

"Okay, honestly, I was using you," I said with a look of sadness.

Even I was surprised, when I blurted that out. Shooting off the cuff and riding from the seat of my pants, I was playing loosely goosey with her emotions. Yet, now, I was really lying to her.

"Using me? What do you mean, you were using me?" She looked at me, as if she had caught me in a lie. "How? Why?"

In the way she looked at me, I could tell that I hurt her feelings and immediately I felt bad, so bad that I wanted to hug her, while grabbing her ass and feeling her tit. Gees, what the Hell is wrong with me? Thinking fast, I shot from the hip again.

"I'm sorry, Ellen, to bring you here under false pretenses, but there's a woman I like--"

"A woman? Really? Which one, point her out," she said looking over at my naked female friends. Truthfully, I couldn't believe she bought that. "I'm curious what type of woman you'd be attracted to," she said looking from my friends and back to me.

Look in the mirror, I so wanted to say. You're the type of woman, I'd be attracted to. You're the woman of my desire and of my dreams. Only, I didn't dare say that. Unless she said or did something first, such as grabbed my erection or suck my cock through my underwear, I didn't want to risk ruining our sibling relationship. Only, now I knew she'd never do anything like that, anything like she did in my dreams. Still, I didn't want to expose my hand, along with my cock to her, not yet, anyway. I'm better off bluffing to see how far I can go with her, before she demands that I take her home.

"Disappointingly, she's not here, but her girlfriends are," I said where four naked women gathered in the distance talking and laughing.

"Okay, so let me get this straight. Your plan was to show up with me, your sister, hoping that you'd make the woman that you like jealous?"

"Something like that. Only, there's another reason, too," I said going deeper in quicksand.

"What other reason?"

"I'm a little embarrassed to say," I said with downcast eyes, while playing my part for all that it was worth.

"Tell me, Michael. I'm your sister. Don't be embarrassed," she said touching my shoulder. "You can tell me anything."

"Well, because I've been pining away over Cynthia, Cindy, actually, and haven't dated anyone else, the guys have been talking behind my back, teasing me, and calling me gay, while wondering if I am gay."

"Gay? I never considered you being gay," she said looking at me with softness, albeit restrained shock. "Are you?"

"No," I said.

"You know, Michael, there's nothing wrong with being gay," she said biting her lip. "I wasn't going to tell you this, but if it will help ease you from out of the closet, well," she said pausing and looking at me with a pink flush of embarrassment to her cheeks. "I had a lesbian relationship with my roommate in my sophomore year in college."

What? Are you serious? My sister is a dyke? A lesbo? No way. Such a waste.

"Really?" I looked at her not believing she had sex with a woman. "Seriously?"

"It only lasted a few months. It was just something I was curious about doing and now that I did, it's out of my system."

Suddenly the image of my sister in bed naked with another woman lying in between her legs licking her pussy filled my mind with passion for her. Then, I imagined my sister eating her roommate's pussy. Oh, my God. I felt my cock pulsating, while thinking about the two of them in the sixty-nine position. It was then that I wondered if I said that I was gay, if she'd strip naked. Only, I couldn't say I was gay, when I wasn't.

"I'm not gay, Ellen."

When she didn't respond, I continued undressing in silence. She watched me, as if I was giving her a strip tease show. Waiting for her to stop me, I wondered if she'd still be staring at me, when I removed my boxers and exposed my cock to her or if she'd walk back to the car and wait for me to take her home. Expecting her to leave I waited and when she didn't leave, I stripped off my boxers. Immediately, her eyes went to my cock. In the way she stared at my cock, she gave me a semi-erection.

"So, let me get this straight," she said talking to my cock, instead of talking to me. "First you wanted to make the woman you like jealous, the same woman who's not even here, but her friends are--"

"Yes, but I didn't know she wasn't going to be here," I said looking up at my sister with a sad face, but a happy cock. "The last I heard, she was coming." I couldn't believe I was standing in front of my sister naked, while she was staring at and ogling my cock.

"And by being with me, you wanted to show your buddies that you're not gay," said Ellen shaking her head in disbelief of the things that I've done and still do.

"That's about the extent of it. Yeah," I said knowing that I was in deep now.

"That's a pretty devious plan, but flawed," she said with a laugh.

"Flawed? Why flawed?"

"Well, what would happen if the woman you were trying to make jealous was here and you started a serious relationship with her, got married even. Then, when her and her friends met me, your sister, at your wedding, they'd remember us together on the beach naked."

"Yeah, you're right. I didn't think it through, I guess," I said more focused on hoping to see my sister naked than on trying to make some pretend woman jealous. "I was more focused on just getting a date with her and maybe getting her in bed. I'm embarrassed to admit that it's been a long while since I've had sex and I'm extremely horny."

"Well, that makes two of us," said Ellen still staring at my cock.

Already excited before with the anticipation of stripping naked, now that I was naked and my sister was staring at my cock made me even more excited.

"What do you mean?"

"It's been a while since I've had sex, too, and I'm always horny," she said in a quiet little voice, as if talking to herself, all the while staring at my exposed prick.

"It must be a family thing," I said with a nervous laugh not knowing what else to say.

With me flashing my sister my cock and with my sister staring at my cock, I figured that was the extent of our Nude Day barbeque. Only, she surprised me, when she started unbuttoning her blouse. Deja vu, just like in my dream, only having learned from my dream, this time, I kept my mouth shut. I couldn't believe it when she removed her blouse and was standing there not two feet away from me in her pink bra. She removed her pants next. I stared at her standing in her sexy bra and bikini panty, as if I had never seen a semi-naked woman before.

"This is too weird," she said.

"What's weird?"

"Getting undressed in front of you, my brother." She said, while still staring at my cock. "Could you at least cover that thing with your hand?"

"Why? It's Nude Day," I said standing with my cock sticking straight out from my body.

"Because as I said before, it's been a while since I've had sex and as much as I hate to admit it, the sight of your penis is getting me sexually aroused. To be honest, I'm not comfortable being aroused by my own brother."

I couldn't believe I was turning on my sister. I couldn't believe she told me that I was. I couldn't believe she was still staring at my cock. I so wanted to walk over to her and hump her. I so wanted to stick my cock in her hand.

"Don't think of it that way," I said removing my hand from my cock and standing proudly, as if I was in a Captain Morgan commercial.

She was staring at my cock. I cupped my balls and then held my cock in my hand, as if offering it up to her and she never removed her eyes from my prick. Wondering what she'd do, if I did, I so wanted to stroke myself. I so wanted to masturbate in front of her.

"How else am I to think of it?"

I watched her looking away, trying not to look at my prick, but every time she looked away, she'd look back at my cock and stare. I couldn't believe my sexy sister, the woman I've been lusting over for years, was still staring at my prick. The more she stared, the harder my cock stiffened, until I had a full erection. Now, with my cock sticking straight out from my body, with a never ending erection, her unbroken stare made me even more excited.

"Suspend your disbelief for today. Forget we're brother and sister. Today, we are man and woman, boyfriend and girlfriend, enjoying Nude Day, a day free of clothes."

When I said that at the time, it sounded good to me. One day out of the whole year, Nude Day, was a great time to pretend that my sister and I were girlfriend and boyfriend.

"Boyfriend and girlfriend?" She could always tell when I was lying and she shot me a look that made me feel guilty and perverted that I was trying to coerce my sister to get naked. "That's a crock of shit, Michael, and you know it," she said with a laugh. "You just want to see me naked."

"So, what if I do? I love my sister," I said knowing that I'd have to backpedal a bit to continue to go forward. "Having grown up with you, while living in the same house, how could I not be attracted to you?"
"Attracted to me? I love you too, Michael, but as a sister, not as a girlfriend. I'm not sexually attracted to you and if you think you're going to put the moves on me, while trying to seduce me, I won't go there. I'm not into incest," she said give me a look of disappointment. "That's really sick, Michael."

If my sister had sex with her female roommate back then, I was curious if she'd have sex with me, her brother, now. To be honest, now that I know my sister had lesbian sex, I figured my chances of my sister having incestuous sex with me greatly improved.

"What about just a blowjob?"

Shocking even myself, I couldn't believe I said that, but after seeing her reaction, I was glad I did. She looked down at my cock, stared at it again, as if she was thinking about blowing me.

"Michael! On second thought, maybe you should just take me home."

"C'mon, Ellen. I was only kidding about the blowjob. You know me, the jokester. Loosen up. You're on vacation. We're on a beautiful beach and it's Nude Day. Relax."

"I don't know about this, Michael. This is wrong on so many different levels," she said still staring at my cock. "Seeing you so exposed, seeing your cock, and seeing you standing there naked, is too much like incest," she said still staring at my prick.

Either my sister was horny or attracted to me. Whichever she was, I didn't care, so long as she stared at my cock.

"I like your matching bra and panty, by the way," I said staring at the impression her nipples made in her bra and the dark patch of pubic hair that showed through her panty.

"Pardon?"

"Your bra and panty, I like them. Pink is not usually my favorite color, but it looks good on you. It goes with your complexion."

"You do?" She looked down at herself. "Thank you," she said. "Yeah, I like this bra and panty, too. It's one of my favorites," she said looking down at herself, before looking at me staring at her.

With both of us looking at one another, it was a long moment without either of us talking. Then, I couldn't believe it when she reached around her back, unhooked her bra, and peeled the straps from her shoulders. When I saw her and watched her, I think I stopped breathing.

"Wow!"

"Michael!"

She covered herself with her forearm, while looking down at herself, before looking at my cock again, which was still as hard as wood.

"Sorry, I couldn't help myself. You have amazing breasts, Ellen" I said and she did.

"I do," she said removing her arm to look at her breasts, before looking back at me and puffing out her chest, as if showing me her breasts. Her nipples were already erect and I wondered if she was excited or cold.

"Those are the best breasts I've ever seen. You could pose for Playboy."

I've seen a lot of tits in my young 23-year-old life, but my 25-year-old sister had the best knockers I've ever seen. They were so round and perfectly symmetrical. If I didn't know my sister would never have a boob job or any plastic surgery, I'd think they were implants.

"Eww, Michael, you have an erection," she said reaching out and touching it and pushing it away with her finger, while still staring at my cock.

I've had an erection, ever since I removed my boxer shorts. Did she just now notice or was this her way to stare at my engorged prick again. I looked down and my cock was voicing its approval with seeing her big, shapely boobs. Besides, with her staring at my cock all the while, how could she not know that I've had an erection all along?

"Sorry," I said, while not being sorry at all. "How could I not have an erection seeing my sister topless? For sure, I'd be gay, if I didn't have an erection seeing your tits."

"Well, here goes," she said peeling down her panty.

"Oh, my God!" I couldn't believe my eyes. "I haven't seen this, since I was watching old porn movies from the seventies."

"What?" She turned red and looked down at herself, while covering her pussy with her hand.

"I figured you'd be shaved or trimmed. I never figured you'd have a huge red bush of pubic hair," I said with a laugh.

I didn't mean to laugh; I just did. For sure, I didn't want her to feel embarrassed or uncomfortable. I didn't want her to put her panties on again. Only I couldn't stop myself from staring at my sister's red bushy pussy. Okay, maybe I'm exaggerating a little, but at first look it was a big as Eric the Red's Viking beard and wilder.

"Yeah, well, I didn't know I'd be naked at a barbeque," she said with a laugh. "If I had known, I would have trimmed it. It's not that bushy, is it?" She looked down at her pussy and exposing her pink pussy lips, she pulled her pussy up with her fingers, before looking up at me staring at her big, red bush.

"It's a forest," I said with a laugh and using her question as an invitation to ogle her pussy longer.

I so wanted to finger fuck her. I so wanted to lick her. I so wanted to fuck her.

"Well, what do you think of your older sister now?" She put her hands over her head and twirled around in the sand, as if she was an ice skater, which she once was. Oh, my God, if I thought my sister had unbelievable tits, she had an unbelievable ass, too.

"You have a fabulous ass and a fantastic body, Ellen. Happy Nude Day," I said wrapping an arm around her waist, pulling her to me, and giving her a big hug, while sliding my hand down to her ass and cupping her ass cheek. A perfect fit, my cock immediately found its rightful place between her legs and immediately, I felt the tingle of her wetness. "I love your big tits and pink, puffy nipples, and your round, firm ass."

"Michael! Stop that! Really! Let go of me."

"What?"

"You just grabbed my ass and your cock nearly impaled my pussy. Get that thing away from me," she said reaching her hand down to grab my cock and push it away.

Oh, my God. My sister just touched my cock. It was one thing to be naked in front of my sister and another thing for my sister to be naked in front of me, I could handle that without having sexual connotations, kind of, not really, okay, not at all, but when she touched my cock, my thoughts were filled with incestuous lust for her.

"Sorry, I was just hugging you," I said while dropping my hand down to cup her sweet ass again.

"Michael, don't. That makes my skin crawl," she said taking a step back. "You're not hugging me, you're groping me," she said pushing away. "Let's we go for a swim. The cold water will lessen your sexual excitement," she said laughing, while poking my cock with her fingers again.

Maybe it was wishful thinking on my part, but the fact that she couldn't keep her eyes and now her hands off my cock was hopeful that our naked time together may lead to more than just a Nude Day celebration. With all the testosterone running through my body, I'm not embarrassed to admit that I'd do my sister. Any brother who had a sister who was as hot as my sister, would do her.

All so surreal, to be honest, I couldn't believe she was naked. Truth be told, she had a better body than I had imagined and a better body than even I had. If she was anyone but my sister, I'd consider her hot. If she was anyone but my sister, I'd be all over her naked body. Actually, the fact that she was my sister made her even hotter in my eyes. As if a boyfriend and girlfriend, we held hands as we walked down to the water.

"Thanks for doing this, Ellen," I said pulling her hand towards my cock and leaving it there. With my cock in contact with the back of her hand, when she didn't pull away, I was encouraged to do more.

"Michael," she said trying to pull her hand away from my cock, while I pulled her hand on my cock.

"The guys are watching us," I said pulling her hand back on my cock and luckily they were watching us. I felt her fingers rest on my cock and I so wanted her to wrap her fingers around my cock.

"Thanks for doing what?"

"For pretending you're my girlfriend," I said taking that as an excuse to wrap her fingers around my cock.

"Yeah, well, so long as you behave yourself, Michael," she said finally pulling her hand away. When she let go of my cock, I grabbed a handful of her naked ass.

"Michael!"

"Sorry, but the guys are watching me," I said giving them a wave.

"Oh," she said looking to where I was waving. "Sorry," she said. "I forgot we're supposed to be boyfriend and girlfriend."

"You don't mind, do you?" I put my hand back on her ass and pulled her hand in contact with my cock, again.

"No," she said. "It's okay, I guess. It's the least that I can do for my baby brother, so that they don't think you're gay."

"I love your ass, Ellen," I said cupping her cheek in my palm as we walked to the water.

"I surprised you, didn't I?"

"What do you mean?"

"You didn't think I'd strip, did you?"

"Actually, no, but I was hoping you would," I said taking her question as an opportunity to ogle her body again. She had an incredible ass and I couldn't believe I was groping her ass. "I'm glad you did. I've always been curious what you looked like naked."

"Well, now that you know, what do you think?" She slowly twirled around again.

"You have a body just like Mom's."

"Mom? Eww?" She looked at me with a face full of shock. "How would you know what Mom looks like naked?"

"I've seen Mom naked more than a few times?"

"When?"

"When she used the hot tub with Dad and thought that I was asleep. Then, there were those times, after she divorced Dad, when she'd come drunk from a date and practically strip off her clothes in the living room in front of me. Then, she'd leave her bedroom wide door open and I'd go upstairs to ask her how her date went, while she changed in her nightgown."

"No way. You're making this up. Mom stripped off her clothes in front of you?"

"Only when she was drunk. Besides the bedroom light was off, I couldn't make out much more than her silhouette."

"So what did you go back to your room and masturbate over all that you saw of Mom?"

She looked at me with an expectation of the truth and I couldn't disappoint her by lying to her, not now with the two of us being so open, so honest, and so naked.

"I did."

"How many times did you masturbate over Mom?"

"I dunno, lots of times."

There was an uncomfortable silence with neither of us talking, before she asked me the question.

"Did you ever masturbate over me?"

I looked at her wanting to lie, but I couldn't.

"I did."

"How many times?"

"Lots?"

"More than Mom?"

She looked at me, as if the number of times I masturbated more over her would quantify my sexual desire for my sister over my mother.

"Yes."

"So, tell me, I'm curious."

"What?" I knew what she was going to ask before she even asked it.

"What did you think about, when you were masturbating over me?"

"You know, the usual stuff."

"What usual stuff? Tell me."

"I'd wonder what you looked like naked."

"Well, now you know," she said looking down at herself, before looking over at my cock and when she looked at me, I stared at her. "What else?"

"What do you mean, what else?"

"Did you ever imagine us having sex?"

"No," I said lying.

"Michael, you're cock is your lie detector," she said reaching out her hand and squeezing the head of it and leaving her hand there. "It's sticking out straight."

"Okay, yeah, I used to imagine having sex with you, while masturbating."

"Did you imagine kissing me?"

"Yes."

"French kissing me?"

"Yes."

"Sucking my tits."

"Of course."

"Did we fuck in your imagination?"

"We did."

"Did you eat me?"

"To be honest, I did, just as I'd like to now," I said. "And I gave you an orgasm with my fingers, my mouth, and with my cock."

"Michael! You're such a little pervert." She looked at me with a face full of lust. "So, tell me."

"Tell you what?"

She paused. She looked at me, before looking down at my cock again. Then, she looked up and made eye contact.

"Did I blow you?" She stared down at my cock again. When she asked me that, the look on her face told me that she'd blow me, if I played my cards right.

"Oh, yeah," I said as my cock twitched with the imagined thought of my sister on her knees in the soft sand, taking me in her hand, before taking me in her mouth and sucking my cock.

"And," she laughed, "did you cum in my mouth?"

"I did," I said now imagining putting a hand to the back of my sister's pretty head and exploding a load of cum in her mouth.

"And," she said laughing again, "did I swallow?"

"You did," I said staring at her mouth, while imagining her swallowing my warm, oozy load.

"Yeah, well get those nasty thoughts out of your mind little brother because, just as I'd never allow you to lick my pussy, I'd never suck your cock. You're my brother and I'm your sister."

Away from the rest of the people, before going in the water, we sat on the beach talking and drinking. I couldn't believe she asked me all those questions, while we were both naked, as we still were now. Either my sister was a little bit inebriated or she was excited that she was naked in front of me with the thoughts that I had masturbated over her. I was hoping more for the latter than for the former, but it would be even better if she was drunk and excited.

"I think you have a hot body, sis."

"Thank you. You're not so bad yourself," she said reaching out her hand and taking hold of my cock briefly before letting it go. Only, as soon as she touched me, my cock sprung to life. Now, I had a big boner.

"Gees, Ellen, every time you touch me like that, you make me so horny that I want to masturbate."

"Go ahead," she said staring down at my cock again.

"Go ahead what? What do you mean?"

"Masturbate for me."

"Really?"

"Yeah, I'd like to watch you masturbate," she said staring at my cock.

"I'd like to watch you masturbate me," I said taking her hand in mine, before placing it on my cock. This time, she left her hand there.

"I'll tell you what," she said. "I'll masturbate if you masturbate."

"Seriously?"

"No," she said with a laugh. You need some cooling off. C'mon, I'll race you to the water," she said.

Suddenly, I don't know why, but I felt embarrassed that I was naked in front of my sister. I had a huge erection and when I ran ahead of Ellen across the hot sand and down to the beach, my cock danced up and down and side to side. Running, while splashing, I jumped in the water headfirst.

With her right there beside me, the water was so cold that I grabbed her around the waist and she put her arms around my neck. We stayed like that with our bodies touching one another, while submerged up to our waist in the water and bobbing up and down. With my cock pressed against her pussy, even with the cold water, my cock pulsated against her. Then, she kissed me.

It was a little peck at first, but then she closed her eyes and parted my lips with her tongue. I couldn't believe my sister was French kissing me. As soon as I felt her tongue in my mouth, I cupped her breast in my hand, while fingering her nipple. Once I did that, her kiss became more passionate. Obviously her nipple was her on erogenous zone button and I pressed, pulled, fingered, turned, and twisted her nipple again and again. I reached my other hand down and felt her ass, while my fingers explored her pussy.

"Michael," she said breathlessly, "are your friends watching?"

As if she needed the pretense of my friends watching us to justify her touching me and me groping her, while kissing and kissing, that worked for me.

"Yes," I said, "they're watching us. Quick, Ellen, grab my cock. Take my cock in your hand and stroke me."

"But we're underwater. They won't even see my hand."

"It's okay," I said. "They'll see your arm go down and they'll know that you're fondling my cock."

"Okay," she said reaching down and taking my cock in my hand, before stroking me. Then, she cupped my balls. Oh, my God. Let me tell you, you've never had your balls cupped, until your sexy sister cups your balls. "How's this?"

"Unbelievable, Ellen," I said returning her kiss and this time parting her lips with my tongue.

My cock felt so good in her hand, as if it belonged there. Something that I had imagined my mother doing, while I masturbated, my sister was doing now.

"Michael, should we be doing this?"

"It's okay, Ellen. We're just celebrating Nude Day."

"Michael," she said laughing, "how is making out with your sister celebrating Nude Day?"

"It works for me," I said with a laugh.

I couldn't believe I was making out with my sister, while she stroked my cock and I groped her sexy body.

It wasn't so much that I was embarrassed because of my sister, but I was embarrassed wondering if any of my friends knew or suspected that we were brother and sister. By the time we had gone for our walk, we already had some food and a good buzz going from the alcohol and pot that was at the party. To be honest, I don't remember if I kissed her or she kissed me again, but we were making out again, really making out, this time, as if we were alone on a deserted island.

I couldn't believe I was making out with my sister, while groping her naked ass and feeling her naked tits. I inserted a slow finger deep inside her and finger fucked her. She wasn't so innocent either, with her hands all over my ass, cock, and balls.

"Okay, Michael, that's enough," she said when I threw my leg over her and tried to mount her.

"C'mon, Ellen, you can't stop now. I'm so sexually frustrated."

She looked at me, as if thinking what to say next.

"What if I gave you a hand job?"

I couldn't believe she offered to masturbate me.

"Really?"

"Yeah, what if I gave you some relief with my hand," she said taking my cock in her hand.

"Yeah, sure, okay, that would work," I said looking at her to see if she was kidding, before quickly deciding that she wasn't.

She sat up more and wrapped her hand around my cock, while stroking me.

"How does that feel?"

"Are you kidding me? It feels incredible. Only, would you mind if I felt your tits, while you masturbated me?"

"Okay, but just my tits and not my nipples. My nipples are so very sensitive that I...Michael, I told not to touch my nipples," she said watching my fingers touch, pull, and twist her nipples.

The more I played with her nipples, the faster she stroked me. If you weren't my brother, I'd have you finger fuck my pussy again. I need to get off," she said.

Taking that as in invitation, I buried my fingers in her forest.

"Michael, this is so wrong, but it feels so good. Oh, my God. Suck my nipples, while you fuck me with your fingers."

When I started fucking her deeper, when she started breathing heavier, she pulled away.

"No, I can't do this. If we continue, I swear to God that I'll suck your cock," she said staring down at my cock, while still stroking me."

"Suck it, blow me, Ellen. Please. Really, I don't mind."

"Yeah, I bet you wouldn't mind me blowing you," she said with a laugh, while still staring down at my cock.

I leaned forward and gave her a long, wet kiss, while fingering her nipple.

"Suck my cock, Ellen," I whispered in her ear.

"Okay," she said, "but I swear, if you ever tell anyone that I blew my baby brother, I'll kill you."

I couldn't believe it when she leaned down, made herself comfortable in the warm, soft sand, and took my cock in her mouth. Ellen was blowing me. My older sister was quite the skilled cocksucker. Suddenly feeling guilty, I pushed her away.

"Okay, that's enough," I said.

"Why? What's the matter?"

"If you continue, I'll cum in your mouth."

As if pondering it, she looked up at me, while still stroking my cock.

"That's okay. I don't mind if you cum in my mouth, Michael. I've had lots of guys cum in my mouth before," she said.

"As much as I want to cum in your mouth, I can't."

"I'm the sexually frustrated one now," she said. She looked at me, before looking down at my cock and back up at me again. "Fuck me, Michael."
"Seriously?"

"Yeah, it's been a long while since I got laid and I need to feel your cock in my pussy."

"I didn't bring a condom."

"It's okay. I'm on the pill," she said.

As if I was dreaming, I pushed my sister back on the soft, warm sand and mounted her. She directed my cock in her wet pussy and we fucked like dogs, before making love. She had an orgasm. Then, I went down on her and gave her another orgasm with my mouth and my fingers. Glistening with sweat, she was quivering.

"That was incredible, Ellen."

"Did you cum?"

"No," I said feeling a bit disappointed. Even though I wanted to, maybe because she was my sister, was the reason why I couldn't ejaculate.

"Do you want me to suck you?"

"Yes," I said without hesitation. "Can I cum in your mouth?"

"Yes," she said.

"Will you swallow?"

"Of course," she said.

"May I play with your tits?"

"Yes."

I watched her take me in her mouth again. This time it was more loving than frantic. She was giving me the blowjob of my life. I watched her suck my cock. She appeared to want to suck me, as much as I wanted her to suck me.

"Blow me, Ellen. Suck my cock," I said putting a hand to the back of her head and humping her mouth and fucking her face.

It didn't take me long to feel that warm all over glow and that burning passion. I exploded every incestuous lustful thought I ever had for my sister in her mouth. I couldn't believe my sister sucked me off, after fucking me. That was the best day and without doubt, the best Nude Day in my life.

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