Thank god, she thought to herself. She unbuttoned Mr Carter’s shirt, pulled her bikini pants down her thighs, and settled in to watch him.
He was grasping a sandwich of some kind. She watched him take three quick bites and rest the remainder on his desk.
Without a plate! What a pig, she thought with girlish disgust. There’ll be crumbs everywhere…
…but as he munched he reefed his T-shirt over his head and pulled his shorts down and Alison forgot all about his table manners. Her big brother was naked.
He picked his sandwich up again and, standing right in front of her as if he knew where she was, took another big bite. His big dong, hanging down between his legs, flopping about in time to his chewing.
When the last of the sandwich was in his mouth he finally gave the girl what she wanted. Taking his cock in both hands, he lifted it up and squeezed lovingly. The lovely big prick started to grow…
As his jaws chopped and swallowed he gripped and fondled it… cupping his balls with the other hand…
Ah yessss… he’s gonna do it, she thought, sliding her hand between her pussy lips. Come on Orvy… time for a quick cum before lunch…
…and for a moment it looked like he might do just that…
Mmmmmm… how different he looks to Mr Carter, she thought. Her boss had a big belly where Orville was slim and muscular… six-pack abs and that long lean band of muscle from his belly button down to his cock…
Come on Orvy, she prayed silently. Lay down on your bed… let’s have a little play…
Instead, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and, pulling on his swimming costume, tucked his semi-hard prick inside. Before she knew what was happening he had a towel around his shoulders and was out the door.
Dressed like that there was only one place he could be going. As soon as she heard the front door close she was back in her room and then out the door following him, padding barefoot through the hotel foyer, and outside to the pool deck.
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Old and young, it was like the whole hotel was there, catching some sun or cooling off in the water. There were people everywhere… some were guests, of course, strangers just passing through, but most were her neighbors, people she’d known her whole life.
The big rounded lagoon-style pool had a bend in it like a capital L. She walked down the main length, weaving through the crowded recliner lounges like she owned the place. Alison knew all their sordid little secrets. The hours and hours she spent with Mr Carter, peering in at what they did behind closed doors, gave the teen the confidence to wave at some and ignore others.
Around the bend she found Orville stretched out on one of the white blow-mold recliners that were scattered about. He was laying on his belly under a shady old rubber tree plant, pillowing his head on his crossed arms.
The lounge beside him was empty and Alison, cool as a cucumber, lay down next to him and picked up a glossy holiday magazine that someone had left there. Opening it at random she peered over the top at her brother’s muscular physique.
He’s so gorgeous, she thought. Orville was all healthy muscle from his strong shoulders and arms to his tight buttocks so perfectly outlined in his royal blue Speedo’s.
Alison felt her cunt moisten and contract. She rubbed her thighs together, trying to relieve the itch, but the friction just made it worse. Her old nylon swimsuit felt like it was edging up between her cunt lips…
What’s wrong with me? she wondered. I want my brother’s cock so bad… I’ve become such a slut!
Orville must have sensed there was someone there and rolled onto his back.
“Hi little sis,” he said, smiling at her through his dark sunglasses. “This is the life right?”
His smile made her weak. God, he’s so good-looking, she thought. He could be a male model… or a male porn star. His body… his amazing cock..!
She tried not to stare at his muscular chest, six-pack abs, and that big dick… the long fat shlong laying in his swimmers like a polish sausage…
“Sure… I guess… a bit hot though…” she said. She looked away, unable to look at his deep blue eyes and curly black hair.
“Go for a swim and cool off. It’s beautiful in…”
She decided to take his advice. It was hot and sweaty in the hidden passages. Getting to her feet she stood in the space between their pool lounges and, unbuttoning the old Shady Waters work-shirt, dropped it off her shoulders and tossed it onto her lounge. Then she turned and looked at him, waiting for a response, suddenly frightened by how much she wanted him to notice her…
The gorgeous redhead was unsure how her quickly maturing body looked in her old emerald green bikini. She’d had it since she was twelve and it had fitted fine up until a year ago. Now it had become ridiculously tight… maybe too tight…
Orville was staring.
Jeeezus, fuckkkk… keep your shit together Orvy boy, he thought. This is your little sister! Her costume was like a second skin. It only barely covered her so fuckable young body…
Alison watched her brother sit up and swing around on his seat, putting his feet down on the sun-warmed pavers and hunching over. With immense satisfaction she saw he was trying, and failing, to hide his erection.
I’ve caused that, she thought happily.
“What are you looking at?” she said, putting her hands on her waist… cocking her hips…
“N… nothing, nothing… it’s all good…”
“It’s my costume, right? Too old? Too tight?
“It’s fine Ali,” he said, gawping open-mouthed at her beautiful tits so perfectly squeezed into the tight green bikini top. Mom should get her a new bathing costume before someone rapes her…
“I know it’s old but I don’t have anything else… Does it look really bad Orvy?
“You look great. Fuck. Stop thinking about yourself so much…”
Alison’s long shapely legs seemed to go on forever… up to a sexy gap between her full athletic thighs. He noticed her hips were broader now… her body had become so curvaceous… busting out of her little kid swimmers…
Her boobs have grown much bigger, he thought. I’m sure they’re way bigger than a year ago… how have I not noticed?
“What?” she asked, laughing happily at the effect she was having on him.
“N… nothing,” he mumbled. “You look good Ali… really good…”
“Then what is it Orvy? she asked huskily.
“Fuck Ali… you look fine. Don’t make such a big deal. You… you’re growing up is all… I hadn’t noticed…”
His sister had finally let her short red hair grow. It had gone from a short springy prison cut into an enormous red afro that framed her elfin face like some sort of exotic model… or a wealthy heiress…
I remember when she used to hate her hair, he thought. Now he couldn’t tear his eyes away… her high regal forehead, cheekbones sprinkled with freckles. Her large, piercing green eyes stared back at him…
…the brother and sister looked at each other for just that few seconds too long… neither able to tear their eyes away from the other… Alison felt herself blushing. His gaze was making her wet and Orville was fumbling with himself, finally dragging his towel over his crotch to hide his hardon…