I finally awoke the next day in a daze. The remnants of last night’s little “situation” remained on the crusty sheets of my bed. Ugh. I’d deal with it later. I looked over at my shoulder and saw that Kyla was nowhere to be found. Oh man, I hope she was okay with last night otherwise this would be really fucking awkward.
I yawned and stretched for the ceiling as I climbed out of bed, stepping my way to the mid-morning sun. Nice and warm. Thoughts began to flood my brain as I did my morning routine. I came on my sister’s ass last night. She really made me cum. My own big sister gave me an assjob. Wow.
What was I gonna say to her?? “Hey, Sis thanks for the jagoff back there! Really needed it!” Ugh. This was a mess, and not just the jizz stain on these boxers.
I slipped on some clean boxers and made my way down the hall and downstairs, the sound of morning cartoons wavering through the house. Kyla was lounging lazily on the couch, scrolling on her phone.
I tried to tiptoe past her into the kitchen, carefully watching her. She looked up from her phone and caught sight of me, our eyes made contact for a split second before looking away quickly.
I didn’t say a word as she feigned interest in changing the channels. A few seconds of silence lingered before she spoke.
“So…”
“Yeah… so…” I awkwardly echoed.
“Last night was… interesting.”
“Yeah,” I coughed, “interesting.” I shifted uncomfortably against the kitchen counter before I talked again, I need to say something. “Thanks for the… ahem… relief, back there.”
She took a moment before she grinned. “Yeah, of course!” Kyla got up and made her way over to the stove. She was wearing a pair of boyshorts that hugged her waist nicely in the morning sun. I once again was fixated on her ass again as she walked by. Man. My dick was just between there a few hours ago.
She rotated the knob on the stove and grabbed a spatula. She looked over her shoulder and smiled.
“Ya hungry?”
***
I think I might have severely underestimated Kyla’s cooking abilities because she really knocked it out of the park. A table with plates full of crispy bacon, poached eggs, and blueberry muffins lay ahead of me. Or at least it did, as it didn’t last long against both of our hungry stomachs.
I laid back in the chair, patting my stomach like a big ol’ panda. “That was fucking amazing, Sis. Where’d you learn to cook like that?”
“Oh, ya know, culinary arts. I told you that you should’ve taken that class. That way you’d be able to cook for yourself dummy.” She teased.
“I can cook for myself!” I retorted. “I make some pretty mean ramen noodles, alright? Besides, why learn to cook when I have a perfectly capable, hot girl to make it for me?” I joked.
“I don’t know, cuz it’s the 2020’s and I shouldn’t have to cook for men at this point?” she rolled her eyes and smiled. “Be progressive thinking, brochacho.” She shot finger guns at me.
I laughed at her joke heartily. “Whatever you say, Sis.”
She stood up and arched her back.
“Woof. All this hard work in the kitchen made me tired!” she shoved her dirty plate onto mine. I looked up at her and she cheerfully raised an eyebrow, “You do the dishes!”
“Whattt, whyyy?”
“Cuz I made you a whole ass breakfast ya ungrateful bastard.” Kyla gestured to the sink. “Get to it.”
“Psh, no thanks.” I laughed and stood up, starting to make my way back to the living room.
“Hey! Where you going??”
“The living room. I’m not doing that.”
She huffed and crossed her arms angrily. I could sense her brain thinking furiously as I flipped through the channels of tv.
“Oh, Jaaaaack.” She said in a sultry voice.
“What,” I replied without looking.
“If you do the dishes for me, I’ll let you have some of thisss.” She sang.
“Some of wha?” I looked over and saw a sexy little sight. Kyla bent over on the kitchen counter, her boyshorts pulled down just enough for me to see the roundness of her asscheeks hang over the waistband. Her cheeks were jiggling up and down as her back arched and accentuated her form.
I needed to get myself some of that. (Again.)
“Wanna rub me up again Jackie?” she pouted. “I think ya do” she winked. “If you wash all those dishes for me, maybe I’ll give you some of this ass for your widdle dingy.”
She slapped her ass, sounding crisp and sharp. My boxers stirred. I sighed longingly. She knew what I wanted. And she knew exactly how to get me to work for it.
I almost half crawled over to the counter. I reached for her ass and she quickly pulled up her shorts and backed up.
“Ah-ah-ahhh” she waved her finger. “First you wash the dishes. Then you get some of this.”
I groaned frustratedly, flopping my way over to the sink. “Fine…” I pouted.
Kyla giggled. “That’s a good boy Jackie! I’ll come by to check your progress in a bit! Stay focused.” In a flash, she pulled her shorts down again, jiggled her ass, then pulled them up and skipped off down the hall, her la-la-la’s echoing through the house.
I stared at the wall for a second. Welp. Dishes time.
***
After a solid 40 minutes worth of washing dirty pots and pans in the tiny kitchen sink, the line of dishes finally came to an end. I’m sure I would have gotten done much earlier had Kyla not insisted that I put them away too after she discovered that I had finished so quickly.
But at last, the final fork was put into the silverware drawer.
Ugh. My hands were still pruny, and I was sweaty from rushing around. At least it was finally over with. I went over to the living room and fell face-down onto the couch, exhausted. I groaned and sat up, starting my journey through the channels once again.
Kyla came out of her bedroom and skipped into the kitchen again. “My-my little bro! You’ve quite outdone yourself this time.” she golf-clapped. “I suppose it’s time for your reward.” She said.
“Agh, finally.” I sighed.
She giggled and walked over to me. I reached up to pinch her ass and she slapped my hand away. “Tsk tsk, naughty boy. No touchy-touchy from you from here on out. Got it?” she said sternly. I tilted my head and glared at her in exasperation. “Whatever.”
“Good!” she chirped. And with that, she turned her body and aligned herself in front of me, her backside facing me. Those asscheeks were just mere inches away from my face, and I couldn’t do anything about it.
Slowly, she lowered her butt into my lap. I watched as the boyshorts stretched under the volume of her tender glutes. Finally, she sat down on my lap.
She looked back at me and smiled innocently. “Is this seat taken?”
All I could do was watch helplessly as her ass scooted backward into my crotch. My dick was already standing erect at attention, eagerly awaiting her. “Oop!” she feigned a surprised tone. “Looks like it is already taken! There must be someone back there” she giggled.
“You could say that” I groaned.
Her butt started to grind in a circle in my lap, massaging my dick through my boxers. The tv continued to play quietly in the background as my sister gave me an assjob.
I held my arms on the head of the couch, reaching down to grasp for her hips. Once again, my attempts were met by a quick slap on the wrists. “No-no little bro, no touchy” she replied as she continued her assault on my cock.
She looked back. “Although” she teased. “He does look a little strained in there, don’t ya think?”
I nodded powerlessly.
“I think so too, let’s loosen him up a little bit!”
I felt her hands reach backward to my waistband. I lifted my hips and she swiftly pulled them down for me. My cock boinged free of its cage. I immediately felt the sensation of soft cloth on my dick. I moaned in pleasure. Kyla looked back at me and smirked. “You like it don’t ya?”
I nodded again, feeling the soft cloth hug around my cock and stroke me closer to cumming. I could feel warmth travel up and down my dick as Kyla increased her grinding efforts. Her hips twerked up and down, straining the fabric with every movement.
“Goddamn sis, you twerk well.” I struggled. “Could be a stripper with that ass and grind technique if you wanted.”
“Eh, I’ve thought about it,” she breathed. “Not my thing! I mean who would wanna lapdance for a man with a Hawaiian shirt and a Rolex.”
I laughed through my breaths. “With an ass like this–” I quickly pulled down her shorts, freeing her glorious buttocks, “you could be making Rolexes worth of money.”
This time I was not met with a slap on the hands, but a playful, breathy laugh. I groaned even louder as my dick once again found its home in Kyla’s warm asscheeks.
My dick leaked precum once again, and I was close. “Don’t stop, Sis…” I groaned weakly as my cock slid back and forth through her juicy ass.
“I don’t plan to,” she smirked devilishly. She sped up her efforts tenfold and I felt my cock reach enlightenment as the cum came rushing up my dick.
I took one last look at Kyla’s ass bouncing before finally I shot my load everywhere. I felt my balls drain and an electric feeling shoot up my nerves as I emptied. Fuckkkk. That was amazing.
I groaned and lay back on the couch, bonking my head on the headrest as my body recoiled in ecstasy. Kyla stood up and wiped a bit of cum off her now red asscheeks. She studied it curiously for a bit before popping her finger in her mouth. She gulped. “Tasty! Hope there’s still more for me later.”
Kyla bounced and waddled off with her shorts around her ankles like a penguin as I tried to regain consciousness. Cute, I thought.
After I showered up and wiped scrubbed all the dried cum from my abdomen, I retreated back into my room to play some video games. The evening rest of the evening was relatively quiet, despite the loud gunshots from my video game reverberating throughout the walls of the house.
Once the sensation of having to go pee became too overwhelmingly large, I finally logged off my game and hurried my way to the bathroom. I finished up my business quickly and flushed the toilet, passing by Kyla’s room on the way to mine.
I stopped by her doorway and watched her at her desk as she applied makeup. She was watching a beauty tutorial on her laptop, brushing her face as she caught sight of me. “Howsit going, lil bro?”
“Just a bit bored,” I replied honestly.
“Well go somewhere else and don’t bother me, why don’t ya?”
“Isn’t that your tenth layer of makeup?” I teased. “Maybe if you applied a few more the circus could hire you as a clown!”
“Oh shut up,” she replied unphased, continuing her brushstrokes under her eyes. “If you had any more hair on your balls then maybe they’d hire you as a monkey, too.”
My stomach growled. “Hey, I’m gettin kinda hungry…”
“I’m not cooking dinner, Monkey.” She said shortly. “And I’m getting kinda hungry too.”
“I don’t expect you to, ya wanna grab a bite to eat?”
She looked back at me. “Yeah! Let’s go!” she popped up cheerfully.
I followed her downstairs and out the door. We grabbed her keys and walked over to her car. “I’ll drive.” I offered.
“Good cuz wasn’t really planning to,” she snorted. She tossed me the keys and we climbed in. The car got running and soon we were making our way down the street as the sun hung low in the sky. I rolled down the windows and felt the cool evening breeze run through the car.
I looked over at Kyla as we sped down the highway, her head tilted back out the window, long blonde hair streaming in the wind. She was wearing a low-hanging black tank top and tight blue jeans. I admired her beautifully sculpted face gleaming in the golden hour for a second before I finally swerved to avoid a mailbox. We passed by tens of shops and motels before finally making it into town. The light of the golden arches of McDonald’s gleamed like a beacon in the evening sky. I cruised up to the drive-through and screeched to a halt as we avoided the car in front of us.
“Nice driving there, slick. We only almost hit twelve lampposts on the way here.”
“Not my fault. I need new glasses.” I held my arms up in defense.
“You have 20/20, Mom told me.” She laughed accusatively.
“Yeah, like 4 years ago maybe. I don’t know it’s been a while. Aaanyways, whatcha gonna want?”
“Let’s see.” She peered up at the menu ahead of us. “Just a cheeseburger and a
strawberry shake.”
The car in front of us pulled forward and slowly lead us to the speaker box. A nervous voice cracked over the speaker. “Welcome to McDonald’s, h-how can I help you?”
“Ummm, yeah I’ll take three chicken sandwiches, a cheeseburger, a strawberry shake, and a lemonade.”
I waited a few moments. “Alrighty, anything else, sir?” the voice croaked.
“That’ll be it,” I replied.
“Twenty-seven ninety-nine at the window, thank you.”
I eased on the gas and the car lurched forward again. Kyla giggled, “He sounded nervous.”
“Fast food ain’t no joke.” I smiled.
Our car reached the window and the sliding glass rolled up. A pimply-faced high schooler with a headset greeted me. “That’ll be twenty-seven ninety-nine” he stuttered.
I reached into my pocket and pulled out four crumpled five’s and handed them to him. His shaking hands cautiously grabbed them and sifted through the money as he counted under his breath. “Look’s like you’re about eight dollars short.”
I patted down my pocket’s at my sides, looking for my wallet. “I know I took it with me, where is it?”
I continued my search for my wallet under my seat as Kyla rolled her eyes and sighed. “You’ll have to excuse my little brother, he’s a little slow.” She said through a sarcastic smile. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a five and some loose change. She leaned her body over mine to hand him the change, her boobs pressing against my chest. She smiled at him and handed him the change as he nervously grabbed the change.
Once again he counted quietly, “Thirty-nine, forty, forty-one, forty-two, forty-three forty-four– you’re still a dollar fifty-five short.”
Kyla remained over me, a pondering look on her face. I looked over at her ass in those tight jeans. She looked good in this position.
“Still a dollar short huh? Will, this… change your mind?” Quickly pulled at the cleavage of her tank top and her perky tits popped out, one even landing on my chest. She beamed a charming smile as her tits hung freely.
The boy’s face turned bright red. He threw the remaining change in the register quickly and handed the meal to Kyla. “E-enjoy your m-meal!” his voice cracked through his sheepish grin. Kyla pulled up at her top and grabbed the meal.
“Thanks!” she sat back and I quickly pulled forward.
“What the hell was that??” I said stunned as I turned back onto the freeway.
“Negotiation.” Kyla giggled biting her lip.
“He can negotiate with my fist later yeah.” I ventured.
“Oh relax Jack, these tits aren’t just for you she shook her head naughtily. “Besides, if ya ever wanna see them, all you gotta do is ask!” Once again she pulled her top down to flash me as I swerved the car again.
“I swear to God, Kyla…” I muttered.
“Hey, let’s eat this at the park. I wanna watch the sunset!” she smiled.
I pulled headed down the road and made a left up the hill to Oaktree Park. It looked deserted except for a few couples with dogs running back to their cars for the evening. I looked for a secluded spot in the trees before finally finding one atop the hill, away from everyone else.
I parked the car and eased my seat back as Kyla ruffled around the bag. I took a moment to admire the scenery. The skyline shone a brilliant golden brown over the miles of treetops across the valley. I could see a few housetops spew bits of smoke from their chimneys. The spot was nice and secluded. Perfect!
I looked over and watched as Kyla munched on her burger. She looked at me and gave me a thumbs up as she tried to catch the mustard from dripping on her pants. I sifted through the bag till I found my chicken sandwiches and immediately got to work.
After a while I had finally finished up my food, clapping the crumbs off my hands. Kyla sipped on her shake meekly as we watched the sun disappear over the horizon. “So pretty…”
“Not as pretty as you, my love.” I faked a Shakespearean accent. We laughed and sat there for a bit, enjoying the scenery.
“You think I’m pretty?” Kyla inquired solemnly.
“Yeah, of course, Sis. You’re fucking beautiful!” I reached over and gently caressed her cheek. She shifted and leaned against me.
“I appreciate it, Jackie,” she said. “Not so bad yourself either.”
I smiled for a second and shook my head to laugh after remembering the incident a few minutes ago. “I still can’t believe you flashed that poor kid.”
“Hey, I almost got us a free meal there. Next time, I’ll just get straight to the point and show em to avoid the whole dollar short thing.”
“You better not.” I looked at her sternly.
“Why’s that? You jealous, Jackie?” she grinned. “Can’t stand another man seeing my titties?”
“I… no…” I lied and looked away.
“Don’t want anyone else to see these?” I looked over and saw Kyla fondling her bare chest, her tank top hanging loose yet again. “C’monnn Jackkk. Ya know you want them.” She teased in a babying voice.
“Yeah so maybe I do,” I admitted, my mouth drooling a bit.
“Well, how about a front-row seat show for them?” Kyla placed her knees on the car seat and leaned forward, her chest dipping into my face.
“Don’t mind if I do,” I said before Kyla smothered her chest in my face. I quickly reached for her voluptuous mammaries, massaging them with my finger as I felt around for her nipples. Her breasts were soft and tender, not too big but just enough to fill your hands. I let my hands explore and trace around her chest, pressing my thumbs against her cute little nipples. Kyla moaned in response.
She wiggled her chest from side to side, causing me to motorboat her as her tits bounced against either side of my head. God. If I could just stay here in this moment forever.
I continued my circular motion on her beautiful breasts, in tune with the upward and downward motion that Kyla was making with every breath she took. I looked up at her, her head tilted back and her hair streaming backward as her breaths were strained. She looked back down at me for a second before noticing the tent I had pitched in my shorts.
“Ooo!” She licked her lips. “Is that for me?”
“It’s all yours, Ky.” I grinned. She leaned over me and kissed my neck heavily as I felt her unbuckle my belt. She continued working her way down my torso with her smooches before finally reaching my shorts. She unzipped them and quickly pulled down my waistband, my cock springing free.
“Awww, he looks a little pent up, don’t ya think?” she babied me, reaching a hand around the base of my dick.
I breathed sharply through my teeth. “Yeah. He might be.” I breathed.
“Well…” Kyla leaned down. “Let’s relieve him, of a little pressure.”
Without another sound Kyla popped my dick in her mouth, I groaned loudly in the car, the windows now rolled up. Hopefully, nobody would catch us. It was already darkening, it didn’t matter to me though. My attention was focused on my sister sucking my cock!
Kyla slowly lowered her mouth further, around 2/3 of my dick. She coughed a bit, gagging as she licked up and down my frenulum. I reached down as best I could to grab one of her breasts, trying to continue my booby assault. After no luck, I looked over at Kyla’s jeans while her head bobbed up and down on me. I rotated my torso a bit to angle myself better. I reached both hands over on either side of her jeans, edging down her waistband. I jerked forward and pulled down her jeans revealing some neon green panties that gave me a sexy outline of her waist.
I leaned back once again and enjoyed the feeling of her circling my dick with her tongue for a moment. Carefully I reached my hand under her tummy and made my way to her underwear. I crammed my hand into her panties.
She popped my cock out of her mouth, continuing to jerk me off with her small hands. “What are you– ungh!” she cried as my hand reached her soaked pussy. I felt around her pussylips and noticed she was cleanly shaven, very sexy. I reached the top of her lips and eased my index finger over her swollen clitoris.
“Fuck! Shit!” She moaned as I traced circles around her. She responded by doing the same with my mushroom head, bobbing fast up and down my now-raging erection. We both filled the car with moans as we pleasured each other. It felt so wrong, yet so right.
I flicked her clit up and down, spreading her lips apart with my finger. “Goddamn you, you naughty bastard,” she moaned on my dick.
“Can’t understand you, Sis, sounds like your mouth is full at the moment.” I rolled my eyes back.
“Whatever.” She popped my dick out and looked at me with those beautiful eyes as she jerked me off. “I’m gonna make you cum first.”
Quickly her head shot back down towards my manhood, licking along the seam of my dick up to my head. I curled my toes in pleasure, giving her pussy a nice rub to make sure she enjoy it too. Kyla gagged as her head pushed down on my dick again, her hot, wet throat coating me in spit.
I looked over her body and observed the curve of her spine glimmer in the remaining lights of the day. And two headlights, heading toward the car.
“Shit!!” I hissed as the headlights shined through the car window. Kyla cursed and popped off my dick, pulling her pants up as she sat down back on her seat to try to look as normal as possible. I did the same, stiffening up and hiding my stiffy (ironic) under the layers of underwear. We both remained motionless as the car passed behind us, a golden retriever panting happily with its head hanging out the window. Finally, the SUV made its way toward the exit back down the hill, and out of sight.
I looked at Kyla and she looked at me, her eyes hungry and intense. “Home.” She said demanded.
I quickly turned the key to ignition and hauled ass towards the exit. I screeched onto the highway, reaching over through Kyla’s shirt to fondle Kyla’s boob. She breathed in and looked over at me. She gave me a dirty look that almost certainly said “I’m gonna fuck the shit out of you.”
I pulled into the driveway of our house, nearly hitting the garage in my efforts to park the car as speedily as possible. Kyla and I didn’t say a word to each other as we speed-walked up the driveway to the door, the sexual tension wavering between us. Kyla swung the door open and stepped in. As soon as I slammed the door we were all over each other.
Kyla wrapped her arms around me and kissed me passionately, breathing heavily as her hands traveled through my hair, down my waist, and to my pants. I reached down to help her undo my shorts. Quickly she dropped to her knees and pulled everything down, immediately going to town over my dick once more. I groaned with my back against the door.
I gripped Kyla by the shoulders and lifted Kyla off the floor. She locked eyes with me and understood. In a flash she pulled her pants and underwear down, stepping out of them gracefully. I took a moment to admire her glistening bald pussy before I flipped her around and bent her over the kitchen counter. I traced my hands around her curvy waist, ending my hand’s trek with a heavy slap on the ass, earning a moan from my sister in response.
I stepped out of my jeans and aligned my cock with my sister’s vag. Oh my god. I was really about to do this. I was gonna fuck my sister.
I pressed my cockhead against Kyla’s snatch, enjoying her soft whimpers of horniness. I rubbed her wetness up and down, savoring the moment for as long as I could before pushing my length in.
Kyla and I groaned simultaneously, warm wetness engulfing my length. I breathed for a few seconds before finally moving backward, then thrusting forward again slowly. I felt her insides give my dick a good squeeze, feeling the pulse of my member in return.
“Fuck Kyla!” I exclaimed. “You feel. So. Damn. Good.” I thrusted through my words.
“God, your dick… it’s so good Jackie,” she whined. “Please, just don’t stop.”
I slapped her ass, earning another whimper. “I don’t plan to.”
I thrusted in and out of my sister, feeling the curve of her spine with each stroke I made. Such smooth skin and such a wonderful ass to pound against made it the best experience of my life so far. I looked further down and watched the dimples of her ass jiggle with each pump into her. Boom, boom, boom. The sounds of clapping reverberated through the kitchen. Fuck! I was fucking my sister!!
I savored the moment once more by gripping a handful of her asscheeks as I continued my back and forth. I shifted my hands and grabbed ahold of her waist, speeding up my motions as Kyla threw her head forward in pleasure. I lifted her shirt to reveal the rest of her back, perfectly tanned from the other day.
Kyla reached backward to grip my ass, clawing me with her nails.
“Fucking fuck Jack!” she cried. “If you keep pounding me with that big dick of yours I-I’m gonna cum.”
“Good,” I grunted. “Cum all over my dick, I wanna feel your juices on me.”
“You might just get that. God, you’re such a good fuck, I can’t believe it, my own little brother.”
I sped up my thrusts even further, my hips going full-on jackrabbit as my dick pounded in and out of my sister. Kyla’s moans loudened, turning soon turning into cries of pleasure. I slapped her ass once more, reddening the spot on her ass. I felt Kyla’s pussy tighten around my dick as she reached her limit.
“Jack holy fuck!! I’m cummingggg!!” she cried. I continued through her cries as I felt a torrent of warm sticky liquid engross my manhood. Kyla spasmed on my dick and shook as I leaned forward, gripping her tits while I hugged her. My pounds became shorter and faster as Kyla rode out her orgasm.
“Goddamnit, Sis, you’re so fucking tight nowww.” I grunted.
Kyla was now drooling in a daze through short groans on the kitchen counter. I felt the cum in my balls well up finally, the feeling of orgasm getting closer than ever. I kept pumping, back and forth through her wetness. Finally, I could take no longer, and I unleashed a tsunami of cum into my sister’s snatch. My legs shook in tremors as I felt hot fluid spew out of my dick. I lay my body on Kyla in a heap of exhaustion, panting over her moist back. I felt one with her breaths as I tried to catch mine.
“Holy fuck, Jackie. That was… so fucking good.” She panted. through her messy curtain of hair. I grinned back at her. “Thanks, Sis. You’re a pretty good fuck ya know.”
Kyla turned around and leaned her back against the counter. My cock slipped out and drooped, still pulsating slightly from his battle. Kyla grabbed me by the sides of the head and pulled me into a long, deep kiss. I danced tongues with her, feeling her loving embrace and moist mouth. I felt butterflies in my stomach as she finally separated herself from me and smiled breathlessly at me. Kyla pulled up her jeans.
“I’m gonna go shower to clean up!” She winked at me and turned towards the bathroom.
“Can I come too?” I called her.
“You just did!” she grinned.
***
Kyla finally finished up her shower later that night and we said our goodnights. A quick kiss and dick grope were what I got before Kyla disappeared into her bedroom for the night.
The next morning I awoke to Kyla busting into my room with beach supplies and assortments wrapped in her arms. Tanning lotion spilled onto my bedroom floor as Kyla hoisted the curtains open. I tossed the blanket over my eyes and groaned as light streamed over my pillow.
“Wake up sleepy-head! Let’s go to the lake!” She bubbled cheerfully.
I looked over at the alarm clock that read 9 am and then over at Kyla, who was dressed in a bucket hat, sunglasses, cargo shorts, and an orange bikini top. Her orange bikini strings peeked out of her shorts. “Right noww??” I moaned. “It’s nine in the morning, Sis.”
“Yeah I know, nobody will be there since it’s so early! We can get a great spot.” She coaxed.
“Who’s gonna wanna go to the lake in the middle of winter?”
“Well, there’s a heat wave if you haven’t noticed, silly. And if climate change is happening then by god, we should make the best of it!”
I chuckled through my bedsheets. “Alright alright fine. Just give me a few minutes and I’ll load up the car.” I stepped out of bed in my pajamas, stretching and yawning. Kyla eyed me intently.
“You got a little situation down there.” She grinned and waved towards my nether regions as she walked out the door. “Take care of that before we go out.”
“Why don’t you help me take care of it??” I called, looking down at my morning wood annoyedly.
“Cuz that would waste time and we can always deal with it later! C’mon! The clock is tickin’!” She yelled back from the garage.
I sighed and grabbed some close to hop in the shower. Cold water was the only solution I could think of without wasting time.
Once my refreshing little escapade was finished, I made my way to the garage to help Kyla load things into her car. Luckily it wasn’t that much. Just a couple of toiletries and towels, as well as a drink cooler and some umbrellas to keep us cool. Kyla and I hopped in the car, I decided it was her turn to drive. In exchange, she played some of the most repetitive Eurobeat music I’d ever heard. I was sorry to admit that by the end of the drive, I was beginning to nod my head along with the beat.
Kyla pulled the car into the far end of Oaktree Park, on the side with the water access front. We unloaded the car and hiked along the shore to look for a good spot. She looked unsatisfied at the large mass of people along the main shoreline.
“Let’s hike a bit deeper along the oaks, maybe there’s something more private back there.” She reasoned.
“Are, you, kidding?” I panted with the cooler and chairs wrapped around my back. “I’m not sure I can take much more walking.”
“Oh man up, tough guy.” She rolled her eyes and lifted the cooler from my back as if it was nothing. She saddled the strap around her shoulder as she journeyed on.
“Damn, go to the gym much?”
“Every other day! You think I got this butt without hundreds upon hundreds of squats?” She shook her ass slightly as she walked forward. “Maybe I’ll take you one of these days!”
“We’ll see.” I sweated.
We walked on for a bit in the shade, Kyla pointed. “There’s a good spot.”
I looked over and saw a nice secluded area where the shadows of the pines hang over the water. The water looked nice and cool, crystal clear. We lugged over the supplies in our hands to a little camping table nearby. I dropped the stuff down on the table and tossed aside my flip-flops, letting my toes grasp at the moist pine needles on the dirt. I walked over to the water and cautiously dipped a toe in. It was a perfect temperature, not too hot and not too cold.
I slowly waded into the water, dunking my head under the surface. “Sis!” I shook my hair like a wet dog. “Get in here, it’s perfect!”
Kyla was nonchalantly setting up her chair and applying sunscreen over her now bikini-clad body. “Eh, looks pretty chilly.” She said, only half paying attention.
“C’mon you lazy bum. I didn’t get dragged all the way out here this early for you to sit around on that chair all afternoon!” I urged her.
“Nah I think I’m good up here.” She smiled haughtily and sat her herself into a chair, pulling up a magazine to read from her bag.
I rolled my eyes in exasperation when something caught my eye. I noticed a bright yellow water squirter floating nearby in the water, probably from some kid further up the shore. I looked over at Kyla and swam over toward the squirter.
“Ya having fun out there, Mr. Phelps?” she called, her eyes still glued to her magazine.
“I’m about to…” I called back, cocking the squirter full of water like a loaded shotgun.
“What are you talking abou…–WAHHHH!!” she screamed. The water hit with surprising accuracy across the lake. I watched Kyla dance around as water soaked her and her magazine. She stood up straight and gave me a furious look as I struggled not to choke on water from laughing.
“What gives?!?” She yelled.
“I don’t know pal, you looked a little hot so I thought I might cool you off.” I grinned.
“Oh, your such a little…”
“–Such a little what? A what? Hmm?”
“I’m gonna beat your ass lil bro.”
“You’ll have to get in the water to do that.” I taunted.
Kyla smiled menacingly. “So be it.”
Immediately Kyla ran into the water like it was nothing, looking like a Baywatch lifeguard as her tits bounced up and down in her bikini. She waded at a surprisingly fast speed before she dived in to fully submerge herself. My eyes widened in terror as I realized how fast she was swimming towards me. I swam towards the shore, my feet finally touching the bottom as my neck bobbed just above the water. I could feel Kyla right behind me as I desperately tried to wade away in vain. Finally, my pleas for forgiveness were by a swift tackle to the torso.
Kyla and I wrestled and tickled each other underwater, giggling and choking on water in the process. Finally, she grappled me from behind, grabbing my lower torso with her arm and pulling my hair with the other. She dunked my head down underneath the surface as I gasped for air, finally pulling me back up.
“Whatcha think? Is it nice and cool down there?” she dunked my head underwater.
I looked up at her and smiled sarcastically. “It’s pretty nice.” I coughed.
She lowered my face to the water’s surface and laughed evilly. “Is that so? How about you go back in for a second opinion.”
Cool water flushed my face as my lungs pinched during my sister’s forceful baptism. l felt a tug on the back of my hair as my face was lifted from the water. Sunlight flooded my eyes yet again. I sputtered weakly.
“Had enough?” Kyla giggled.
“Not quite.”
In one swift motion, I kicked Kyla’s leg out from under her and wriggled free from her underarm as she fell forward. I pulled her out of the water by her hair and held her as she did to me.
“Agh, you dick.” Kyla struggled to wriggle free as she pressed her back to my chest to slip under. Her ass dug into my crotch as she swayed back and forth. She stopped.
“Is that… what I think it is?” she looked behind me with a raised eyebrow in surprise. “Really Jackie? Asphyxiation? That’s your kink?” She laughed heartily.
“No, it isn’t!” I chuckled. “I’ve been wrestling with a scantily clad girl for like 5 minutes now, what did you expect?”
She reached behind me and grasped my boner through my shorts. I pulsated through the fabric. “I’ll do you a little favor in exchange for my freedom.” she reasoned.
“What kind of favor?” I inquired jokingly.
“Oh just turn around already, you monkey.”
I released Kyla and rotated my body to face away from her. I felt her warm body press against me as I looked back at her body. Her wet hair ran along my spine as she grabbed ahold of the sides of my shorts and crouched downwards to pull them down to my thighs. She dragged her hands along my legs as she moved upwards, finally wrapping my cock in her hands.
I threw my head back and leaned back to kiss her. “Keep your head forward.” She said sternly as she stroked me underwater.
“I’m pretty sure anybody would know what you’re doing if they walked by and saw us,” I whispered.
“We’ll have to give ’em the benefit of the doubt then, won’t we?” she hushed me. She pumped away at my cock sloppily, the waves lapping away at the both of us. It felt weird to be getting a handie underwater, but that didn’t mean I wanted it to stop!
I looked over along the shoreline, hopefully, nobody would see us. Kyla cupped my balls gingerly as she slowed her efforts, her boobs squeezing against my back. I could feel her cold nipples piercing through the fabric of her top, I was glad to know she was at least enjoying some of the excitement, too. I felt her breath along my shoulder as she rested her head on it. I moaned quietly as her thumb twirled along my tip.
Bushes rustled near the shoreside, with the sounds of beachgoers growing louder and louder. I began panicking, “Kyla!” I hissed, “We gotta stop!”
Kyla simply shot down underwater and hid herself under the water. I tried to slow down my breathing as an elderly couple popped out of the bush near our table. They took a look at our equipment and then out at the lake towards me. I could feel a current run around my leg as Kyla positioned herself in front of me, beginning to suck me. “Bitch…” I muttered as I winced and raised my hand to wave hello. They waved back, looking a bit concerned before finally turning around to leave. Once they were out of earshot, I tapped Kyla on the head and she shot up out of the water. She gasped for breath yet continued stroking me.
“You’re a real slut, you know that?” I cocked my head.
“Yeah, but a slut that you’d like to fuck,” she grinned. Well, that was enough to send me over the edge, and I found myself shooting a large load into the lake water. Kyla looked curiously down at my goo floating in the water. God, she was so cute and hot. I finished shooting my sperm and Kyla clapped her hands proudly.
“Congrats. You got me in the water.”
The rest of the day was really fun. Kyla and I kept blasting each other in the face with the water squirter and falling down to act as if we had got shot. Once we had enough of the water, we laid down under the hole of the canopy where the sunbeams reached us. I think at some point we must have dozed off because when I woke up I had pine needles stuck to my cheek. The sun was at a much lower point in the sky, we must have been out for a while!
I looked over at Kyla who was sleeping peacefully on her towel. She was facing away from me, deep in sleep, her bikini bottoms riding up on her ass. It was a good view. I yawned and got up, surveying the area. I guess I should start cleaning up to help Kyla out, she did plan this trip after all. I started with all the trash and rounding it up into a bag. I tried to tiptoe around as much as I could to avoid waking Kyla up from her peaceful slumber. I finally bagged all of our chairs and food when I heard Kyla yawn. I looked over my shoulders and watched Kyla stretch like a little kitty cat in the sun. She noticed me and smiled.
“Good morning, Sleeping Beauty,” I poked. “Took you long enough.”
She looked around and admired my work, “Aww thanks, little bro.” She disarmed me with a big hug, and I gave in to her sweetness.
“Yeah, of course! Thanks for the beach day. It was a nice changeup.”
“I told ya it would be!” she slid her short shorts on over her orange bikini. We both saddled a chair over each of our shoulders and began making our way to the car. We trudged back through the beach and were once again huffing and puffing by the time we reached the parking lot.
“Wait wait Jackie I forgot, I have to use the restroom!” she bounced.
“You forgot? How do you forget you have to use the bathroom?”
“Sorry, Jackie it’s an emergency!” she dropped her stuff onto my back and I nearly collapsed under the weight as she giggled and skipped off toward the restrooms. “Thanks, Jack!”
I groaned annoyedly as I plodded step by step slowly to the car. I finally made it to the car and heaved exhaustedly as I dropped all the supplies and they fell with a clatter. Methodically I chucked the stuff into the back, one by one. Finally, the last water bottle was stowed safely between the cushions, and I squeezed the back hatch shut. I leaned against the car as I took a second to compose myself. I waited on my phone scrolling through Instagram for a few minutes, before a chat bubble from Kyla popped on my screen.
I chuckled to myself and texted back,
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I began my way back toward the bathrooms, weaving my way through the trees once again. I reached the beach where all the people seemed to be gathered. Barbecues sizzled and wafted smoke as rafts drifted in the water. I walked around the big wooden log building which seemed to be the bathroom. Sure enough, the girl’s bathroom was right on the other side. I made sure nobody was looking before I peered into the room. The stalls were empty except for one. I spotted Kyla’s recognizable orange bottoms around her ankles.
I strolled into the bathroom and walked over to an empty stall, scooping a fistful of toilet paper. I then walked over to Kyla’s stall and knocked.
“Housekeeping!” I piped.
“Just give me the toilet paper, dummy,” she said annoyedly. I obliged and cracked the stall open. Kyla had her legs closed and a hand over her eyes embarrassedly. I grinned as I handed her the paper.
“Clean up those manure fields, Farmer Brown.”
“It was only number one!!” she cried and I laughed as the door swung shut.
I waited for a few seconds till I heard the toilet flush, Kyla opened the door and slapped her ass. The clap echoed in the tiny bathroom as she washed her hands at the sink. Kyla spun around and flashed her tits at me as she walked backwards through the exit. Cute.
We once again reach the car and got back in. Off we went, back home.