Meagan and her husband Join my wife and I on Vacation.
My wife Karen and I rented a nice house on the beach in Destin, Florida for a week, and invited my sister Meagan and her husband Paul. Paul’s company transferred him to Germany 5 years ago, and they transferred back a few months ago.
We had only been at the rental for a couple hours when Meagan and Paul showed up. We all greeted each other, with hugs and kisses all around. I couldn’t help noticing Meagan’s body had changed. Nice curves, and big tits. She must have had them enhanced.
My wife Karen and I are in our mid 40's married wife. Karen has the “next-door neighbor” look. Not skinny, not fat, somewhere plainly right in the middle. I keep myself in shape, and Paul was a skinny, tech savvy type of guy. He was always preoccupied with the latest phone or tablet in his hand.
We were all dressed in shorts and T-shirts, and I found myself staring at those gorgeous breasts. I love how Meagan's shirt was being held off her stomach by those big tits.
I fired up the grill out, and we sat on the deck drinking margaritas. Soon we were eating some burgers, drinking, and telling funny stories about each other's daily lives.
With none of us being big drinkers and having driven in from hours away it wasn't long before we were all calling it a day. We shut everything down and headed to our rooms. I can't speak for everyone, but I was out like a light.
I’m an early riser. I woke up around 5 am. I tried to go back to sleep but couldn’t. I started caressing my wife thinking we might have a bit of fun, but she woke up and told me she still needed some sleep after all the margaritas.
I made my way out to the living room and sat on the couch enjoying the view of the beach with the waves slowly rolling in. It was dawn, and eerily quiet.
I couldn’t get the vision of Meagan’s tits swaying as she walked around the house the day before. I could feel my cock getting hard. The more I thought about that vision, the harder I got. I reached down and squeezed my dick through my boxers. Fuck, now I was getting horny.
Everyone was still asleep, and no one would know if I beat off. I had just pulled my hard cock thru the opening of my boxers, and started to stroke it, when I heard a toilet flush in another part of the house.
After a few minutes here comes Meagan. She still has that same shirt on, but the shorts are gone now, just blue panties. I'm guessing she doesn't see me as she heads to the fridge.
She grabbed a water, cracked it open, and started to drink it. As she took a drink, her shirt pulls up over her ass. Damn she’s hot!!!! She turns and closes the fridge and starts walking into the living room while looking out at the beach.
I keep stroking my cock, as I admire her profile. Those big tits looked even bigger from that angle. I know I'm perving now but I'm the only one who knows and it's not like I'll ever reveal it to anyone.
Right about then she turns and sees me. A little startled she says "Dammit, you scared me" She then laughs a little and asks what I'm doing.
I stop stroking my cock and grab a blanket off the back of the couch to hide me hard cock. "Same as you" I replied.
She walked over and sat on the couch opposite me. “Can you hand me a blanket?”, she quietly asks. I toss one to her.
Looking out the big windows she said, "Beautiful, isn't it?"
“Very Beautiful”, I respond.
We sat quietly for a few minutes. Then she got up to get her phone saying she wanted to get pictures when the sun comes up.
As she was walking away to get her phone, I could not keep my eyes off her gorgeous ass!! My cock was getting hard again under the blanket, now making a tent out of it. I wanted to reach my hand under it and stroke it.
As she came quietly walking back her big tits were bouncing under that shirt. She hopped back under that blanket and started messing with her phone.
I just said it before I thought about it. "No way those are real."
She looked up at me and said "What?" Not like she didn't necessarily hear me but more like she couldn't believe what I just said.
I then stumbled over my words as I said "Shit, I'm sorry, that wasn’t supposed to come out”.
She looked back down at her phone; and while still looking at it said, "No they're not. I had a little enhancement done several years ago”. After which she looked back up at me with a quick little smile then back down to her phone.
I blurted out, "My compliments to the surgeon."
She looked back up to me and said jokingly "Hey now, most of these are real you know."
I replied, “Well then, compliments to Mom and Dad too”.
She laughed and then we were quiet again for a few minutes as she continued messing with her phone. Then, she put the phone on the coffee table and sat back against the arm of the couch facing me and said, "I'm guessing you like big boobs!!”
I was quick to answer, "What guy wouldn't? How much did you have augmented?"
"Double the size", she said. "The first thing I noticed was they were heavier."
I then mumbled that I wish Karen would do the same but quickly added, "She likes her size."
I continued, "Would it be too weird if I wanted to feel what your 'enhanced' boobs are like?"
To which my seemingly shocked sister answered with a slightly raised eyebrow "Do you really want to feel your sister's boobs?"
"Not if it's too weird for you." Then I added "Just curious how they feel in comparison to what Karen’s feel like."
She looked at me for several seconds then looked towards the kitchen where the bedroom doors were.
She then looked back at me. "You really want to?" She said.
"Sure, I mean if you're cool with it, I'm not trying to freak you out or anything though." I replied.
"I guess. But if you do, this goes to your grave with you."
I looked at her and said "Seriously, who am I going to tell?"
She said, "I mean it Michael! If this gets out, I'll put you in a grave."
"Relax" I told her "You can put the shovel away already, no one's gonna know."
She looked at me lightly biting her bottom lip and said "Ok, scoot closer."
As I moved closer, the blanket that was hiding my rock-hard cock, moved away. Now the head was in view, and she noticed.
“Why is your cock hard? And why is it poking out?”, she stated in a puzzled whisper.
“Because I’m about to feel big boobs. Sister or not, you’re still a woman. My cock doesn’t know the difference.”, I respond with conviction.
Again, in a puzzled whisper, “I suppose you want me to grab your cock, while you’re fondling my tits?”
"Not if it's too weird for you.", I repeat from earlier.
Now I'm sitting about middle of the couch with Meagan on my left. She's sitting kinda Indian style with her feet and knees pushing against my left thigh.
I then say, "How do you want me to do this?"
Without hesitation, she reaches over and grabs my left hand bringing it up to her covered tits. She gently presses my hand to her right breast.
I start lightly squeezing. "Is this ok?", I say.
"Yes." She says drawing the yes out. All the while, she’s looking over towards the kitchen and bedroom doors.
I found her nipple with my thumb and rubbed it side to side. "Damn, I like that". My cock is now in pain and needs to be serviced.
After a minute or so of this she says "So what do you think? How much different do they feel than Karen’s?" Those last two words barely a whisper.
Going with a total male reply, I tell her I wasn't sure, it was hard to tell through the t-shirt. She gave me that “really” look. I kept rubbing my thumb across her nipple and it was starting to get harder and so was my cock.
Without thinking, I take my free hand, grab hers, and place it on my cock. A slight moan escapes her. I then removed my hand, and she slowly starts to stroke me.
I start squeezing her gorgeous tits with passion. They’re so fucking nice. Big, squeezable and her nipples were getting harder by the minute. I couldn't stop.
A minute or so more goes by and she says, "Getting carried away there, don't you think?" She moans louder, "Michael, you are bad."
“Get carried away with my cock”, I retort.
Slowly I brought my right hand down a little and started pulling up on her shirt. She just looked me right in the eyes as she was again biting on her bottom lip. I pulled a little harder. She didn't help me, but she didn't stop me either.
I told her "I gotta see them now."
She closed her eyes without saying anything, so I took that as my green light. Her hand is moving faster up and down on my cock.
I was still gently tugging on her shirt when she lifted just the slightest little bit, and I watched as that t-shirt was dragged upwards till the bottom of her big tits came into view.
All I could think was 'this is so fucking naughty'.
At that point I reached down and cupped both hands up around the bottom of those tits, squeezing and massaging as I did.
Her shirt fell back down over my hands that were pressing her tits together with my thumbs now directly on her hard, warm nipples.
“Slow down Meagan or we’re going to have a big mess”, I say with conviction.
She does, and I take my hands off her beautiful globes, and pull her shirt over them, up over her head and off.
“MICHAEL!!”, she says sternly. “What if Paul or Karen come out here?”
Without answering, I squeeze those big tits, and start sucking on her nipples, alternating back and forth between each of them.
Once again, she starts stroking me faster. And I notice her other hand has worked its way into her panties and was fingering her pussy. Her moans became louder and louder.
She has me on the brink. “Meagan, look at me”, I say with haste. Her eyes open and she stares at me.
“I’m going to cum sis!! Let me cum on your tits.”, I beg.
She nods her approval. I stand up, and she keeps stroking my shinny cock, as I keep squeezing her tits.
“NOW!!!”, I blurt out. The first rope hit her on the chin, the second on her right tit, and the 3rd and 4th rope on her left tit.
Right then I hear, “my turn Michael!!”. Her whole body starts to shake, and her breathing is deep and shallow.
I grab both of her cum splattered tits and hold them through her powerful orgasm.
She looked up at me with my cock sticking out dripping whatever cum was left on the floor and whispered, "Where the fuck did all that come from?"
"I'm sorry" came my reply "big tits do that to me I guess."
We heard the toilet flush, and the door to one of the bedrooms open. We scrambled to collect our clothes quickly, hoping we wouldn’t be caught.
To our surprise, neither Karen nor Paul came into the living room. We waited a few minutes, then retreated to our bedrooms.
I quietly open the bedroom door and find my wife is still snoring in bed. I tiptoe into the bathroom and start up the shower. With the warm water washing over me, my mind cannot let go of what just happened out on that couch...with my sister!
I try to blame it all on her big tits, but there's more to it than that, so much more. Meagan has those kinds of curves that make a guy think about sex. Her big tits seem to be what gets the attention, but upon closer inspection, her thighs and ass just dare you to try to look away. I bet she’s a GREAT fuck!!
The bathroom door opens and pulls me out of my naughty thoughts. I see through the fog of the shower--to which I have no real account of how long has been going--my wife heading towards the toilet. Shit, I can't let her see my soaped up, throbbing cock that I didn't even realize I was stroking!
I quickly turn, facing away from her and try to appear as if I am in the middle of the most normal, ordinary, boring shower I'd ever taken...hoping she doesn't want to join me.
Karen mumbles something about me being up early as she finishes up her business. I told her I wanted to get the most out of my time here.
She tells me she isn't ready for it yet, and heads back to bed. Thank God for last night's margaritas.
Once the bathroom door is closed again, I finish up, throw on a shirt and some lightweight cargo shorts--commando as it just seems to compliment the mood I'm in.
The living room is empty. It is still early. The sun started to crest the horizon, turning night into day. I’m not looking forward to the awkwardness of this whole 'situation' once I see Meagan again. For all I know, she's hiding out in their room, reluctant to come out because of me. My relationship with my sister never to be the same again.
Or, maybe it didn't have quite the same effect on her as it did me, and she has all but forgotten about it. Perhaps it would be best if I headed down to the beach, give her 'space.'
The sun is almost all the way up when I see Meagen walking towards me. I'm once again struck by just how hot she is. I have no idea what her attitude will be towards me, so I approach her with caution, ready for whatever she might have to say.
I slow my walk as we near each other; she does the same.
"Hey," I say as nicely as I can once we are about six feet apart. I can only guess what her reaction will be as this is definitely uncharted territory between us. Hell, we didn't even keep up with each other much as it was, but now with this elephant in the room...I really don't know what to expect.
"Hey," she replies, in a tone that suggests she is not sure about anything herself.
"I figured you'd want a little distance for a while." The last part is both playing nice and feeling out the situation and perhaps her attitude now. I'm not lying when I say that I had a lot riding on her response.
"No, it's fine...your fine," she answers in a nicer tone than I expected.
"Are you ok?" I ask. Knowing full well this is where the rubber is going to meet the road. If she's got any grief about what happened earlier, this is the question to get the answer.
"Yeah, I'm ok," Meagan replies as she reaches her right hand behind her head like she's scratching it...but it also evokes the image of a person in thought.
"We both know that shouldn't have happened, things went way too far back there," She states as she now puts both arms straight down with her hands clasped together in front her, like she's trying to hide her sex in what I now see her to be wearing...snug fitting silky shorts with slits up each side. The added benefit of her arms and hands in that manner has the naughty effect of squeezing her big tits together in what almost appears to be only a t-shirt.
Honestly though, it's like she's oblivious to what I see. I'm sure, given the timing of everything--especially since she was ahead of me--she merely threw some clothes on and headed straight down here to the beach.
Looking into her eyes, as best I can, I tell her, "I apologize, I've never gotten carried away like that before. But I've also never seen anything like those before either." I then add as humbly. “'that' kind of activity doesn't really happen at my house anymore”.
Meagan gave a chuckle as she rolled her eyes, then turning her gaze out over the water, she said in barely more than a whisper, "I can say it doesn't happen like that at our house either." Her face finally turns back to me, her eyes following a second or two behind. I swear it appears she looks right into my soul, almost as if to show a vulnerability in her last statement.
"Well, do you want to go back and get some breakfast, or are you still going to walk some more," I ask Meagan.
"I got some great sunrise pics, I could go for something to eat too," She answers in a normal 'I-didn't-jerk-my-brother-off-on-my-tits today' tone...like it was just another day.
I turn around and we both start walking back towards the condo. I don't know what she was thinking but having her next to me...with those slits going up the sides of her shorts and her big tits wobbling around in what I'm sure is only a t-shirt...I was reliving the whole sorted, nasty event from this morning all over in my mind.
I let her go up the stairs first. Ours is on the second floor, but even the first floor is one flight up from the beach...with the white sand covering the first couple of steps.
Two flights of stairs behind--and slightly below--Meagan's ass in those silky thin shorts that fit her like a second skin with the bottom of her ass cheeks showing had me ready to fuck right then and there. I was hard in my shorts and if I went inside like this, our spouses were going to see it.
Once we reached our balcony, I told Meagan I would be a few minutes as I wanted to soak in the view some more. I walked to the outer railing, and she went inside.
A few minutes later I heard the sliding door open and turn to see my wife coming out. I just stay where I am looking out over the Gulf, watching the waves roll up on the beach. Karen comes to stand next to me, cup of coffee in hand as she too looks out at the waves. I remain quiet and a minute or two later she says she's going for a long walk down on the beach. I watch as she makes her way down the stairs, and heads out on the sand. With my cock subsided, I head inside to see what we're going to do for breakfast.
The kitchen and living area are empty and quiet, but I hear a shower running in the background. I'm guessing it's Meagan or her husband, or perhaps both...who knows. Lost in thought, I open the fridge out of habit. Empty cold shelves remind me of my location...this isn't 'my' fridge.
Suddenly Paul comes out of their room and tells me he's got to make a run to an Office Depot for flash drives he needs for work. According to my wife, who keeps up with family better than me, he's the type that stays busy with calls and emails just about every day. He mentions that he'll be back in a few, and out the door he goes.
I walk over to the windows and look down on the beach. I scan around the various tourists, looking for Karen. I don’t see her.
The sound of the shower reminds me that can only be my sister under that water...with her big tits, thick thighs, hot a...there I go again. Hard as rock in no time.
I can't help myself as I make my way towards their bedroom door. I'm involuntarily squeezing my cock through my shorts as I cut through the kitchen on my way. My mind will not let go of the image of my naked sister in that shower.
Thinking Paul will be awhile as he probably hasn't even got their car out of its parking spot yet...and my wife is a ways down the beach taking pictures, I turn their doorknob before I realize I've even done it. I push the door open and listen to the sounds of my sister in the shower...the same sister took my load on her tits earlier today!
As I approach the partly opened bathroom door, I can see steam is drifting through the foot-wide gap between the door and frame. It's like I'm watching a movie of my own perverted making...like observing what my irrational self can do if left unchecked.
Poking my head into the gap of the unclosed door, I see through the steamy glass: skin...hips--thighs--and those big fucking tits. Her hands are rubbing soap all around, caressing around her neck, down her sides, coming back up to cup her tits and press them together...FUCK.
My cock is hard in my hand. I can't stop jacking my cock as I watch Meagan squeezing all around her soapy tits...those big nipples! Her left hand stays on her tits, cupping and lifting them up--one then the other--while her right hand goes down her side, over her hip, and around to grab her gorgeous ass. That same hand then glides its way around and down to cup her pussy. OMG!... Meagan is masturbating!
I'm going to cum if I don't let go of my cock. Looking down, strings of precum dripping from the head onto the floor. Looking back at my sister, I see she is now holding onto the top of the shower with one hand--eyes squeezed shut--and methodically rubbing her other hand, all four fingers, up and down her soapy pussy!
I walk to the shower door. I strip off my clothes, and I slowly open the shower door. My dick is standing straight out in front of me, twitching and throbbing as my sister unknowingly continues to rub her now overly clean pussy.
I step into the shower. Meagan is picking up the pace now, rubbing her pussy faster. Me? I dare not touch my cock or I'd cum in a second.
Without thinking I reach up and cup one of her big, beautiful tits. That wakes her up! She turns her head to look at me. She has the biggest surprised look I've ever seen on anyone. My cock is now poking her.
I can tell by the way she tucks her thighs together that she, once again, isn't morally on board with this new turn of events, but just the same, she doesn't stop my hand on her tit...even as I start to flick my thumb across her big, hard, wet nipple.
Meagan's face is pointed downwards, almost like she's embarrassed at being caught having fun, as I reach with my other hand and grab her hip, pulling her closer to me. Then I grab her ass, so slippery and sexy.
She still has a hand on her pussy, covering or caressing it, I can't be sure. I take my hand off her tit and grab my hard cock and push it against the hand on her pussy. I continue rubbing and pressing against her fingers in a silent plea for access while she bites her bottom lip with a pained look on her face as she looks towards the door.
I follow her gaze over to the door, then turn back to face her. "They're all gone right now," I say barely above a whisper. I keep rubbing around her fingers with my dick, occasionally touching skin in between those fingers.
"I'm so fucking turned on right now," I tell her, hoping for something more, but knowing time is ticking. I take my cock by the base and vigorously shake it up and down a couple times...banging her hand covering her pussy, in the process.
She still has a grip on top of the shower with one hand, while her other hand is preventing her brother from fucking her pussy here in the shower.
"This is fucking crazy," Meagan says a little louder than I am comfortable with given the circumstances... making me feel like she might be coming to her senses and wanting to put a shutdown to this fucked-up brother/sister shower thing.
"Come on, you know my hard cock will feel better than your fingers," I plead in a desperate tone, hoping she hasn't come down from the obviously horny state she was in when I came on her tits earlier. "All you gotta do is move them and I promise I'll make you feel good...or I'm going to end up cumming on those fingers because I'm about to pop."
The sound of the shower was almost deafening as I searched Meagan's face for an answer. She turned her face downward again as I feel her fingers begin to caress around the head of my cock, and onto the shaft...gently squeezing and pulling.
She removes her hand from the shower and wraps it around my neck to brace herself and her other hand works my cock into the proper angle for penetration. Holy shit...we're going to fuck!! I know if this doesn't happen right this second, Meagan may change her mind.
I grab my dick and almost violently curve it upwards while bending my knees slightly to lower my body. My cockhead squeezes into her slick, velvety pussy. I waste no time in trying to get an 'in-and-out' rhythm going.
After a half dozen strokes, our pelvises bump. No pussy has ever felt like this in my life. I've got both hands on her ass now, pulling her against me each time we bump together.
I'm going to cum any second. Meagan begins to go all herky-jerky, knees buckling, head rolling back...
“MICHAEL!!”, she yells. “I’M FUCKING CUMMING!!!!!!”
I can feel her pussy squeezing my cock. That did it for me.
“SIS.. I’m going to fill your pussy NOW!!!, I groan…
I keep pounding her. I don’t how much I gave her, but it felt like torrents of cum. More than I’ve ever cum before.
“OH MICHAEL.. I’m going to cum again”, she yelled.
When she finally came down from her powerful orgasms, her legs started to buckle. I was holding her up by her ass.
Finally, after a few minutes, she gained strength, squeezed me tightly with those big tits pressing against me. She looked me in the eye, and spoke, “That was FUCKING INCREDIBLE!! I haven’t cum that hard in years!”
I just nod my head, still breathing hard. I squeezed her ass, letting her know the same without speaking.
She then kisses me, and mouth’s the words, THANK YOU!!
I finally speak and say, “Sis, that’s best fuck I’ve had, EVER!!! I don’t want to stop, but we should dry ourselves. Karen and Paul, should be back soon.”
I kiss her as I’m stepping out of the shower.
She smiles, says in a totally spent voice, “this needs to happen more often.” Then slaps me on the ass as I leave.
Quickly making myself presentable again I lean down and whisper, "Thanks for getting your tits done. Otherwise, this would have never happened."
To which she gives a slight laugh, grabs, and fondles those beautiful globes, and says, “you mean these”? I nod with a big smile on my face.
I open their bathroom door and see the bedroom door is still closed. I make my way over to it, and as scared as a kid checking for monsters under a bed, I slowly open that bedroom door. My heart is pounding because I have no idea if my wife is out there...or Paul. I can only guess Paul would've at least come into the bedroom upon returning...but my wife, I can only hope she's still down at the beach.
I walk out into the kitchen area...and there sits Karen on the couch...with her coffee and her phone. She looks up when she hears me.