Beach
There was a score—no, twenty-three—of us teenagers, with my sister-in-law Charly chaperoning  at our beach.  (“Charly” stood for Charlene, a name she hated). I had the real hots for her, I can tell you. She was twenty-four, and she was gorgeous—my brother was twenty-eight, nine years older'n me, ’n’ he’d been in Asia for almost four months ’cause he worked for an international conglomerate. He was gone most of the time — I wondered if Charly ever got lonely? 

I noticed as I passed her that she had begun to sniff the air and look upset.

"What'sa matter, Sis? You look bad...." I thought she was gonna urp. I really didn’t want her being sick to spoil the day for her. Was she maybe pregnant? Nah, how could she be?

"Walt, take me up to the house, I feel...odd," she murmured into my hot, hot ear as I bent to hear what her beckoning finger meant. "Fake a cut, or a splinter. Then ... it’d look like I was helpin' you . . . .”

“I got ya, Sis," I whispered back, “O K!”

“Oh, hell! I've got a splinter in my foot!" I muttered after  five minutes. "I'm goin’ up to the house ‘n’ put somethin’ on it." 

There was an odd smell in the air,  not marsh gas, but like—sexy sweat, sorta. The guys ’n’ gals were busy playing games with each other and paid no attention to my “splinter.”

I started past Sis up the hill, limping almost too much, the bottom of my feet so sandy that no one could tell if I had a splinter or not. Charly looked up at me as I passed her, raised her hand to touch my thigh, and said,

"Walt, I'd better help you with that foot; wait a sec.”

I helped her up next to me and I could smell her. . . and that something else.  She smelled like...summer sunshine, heat and...that odd, sweat-sexy scent.

Sis “helped” me up the hill until we were out of sight of the gang; then we were in the big house and almost running to the suite Sis and my brother had. There was even a kitchen and livingroom. Grandmum and Grandad had never let me go in there while my brother was away, but Sis said when I hung back,

“Come aw-n, I'm helpin' you get a ‘splinter’ out of your foot! Besides, Gammie and Granda are away, 'n' Gene's out of the country — ’n’ it’s your party, ‘n’ I’m in charge, right?" She grinned, and I felt real warm.

“Yeah, Charly, right. Don't think any of the gals and guys'll come up, do you?” I asked, hopefully. She grinned again and winked.

“Not with the booze down there, they won't. I saw Cherrie find it and let the rest know! If they need to pee they’ll go in the bushes!” The way Charly said that made me think she'd planned this. 

That got my prick really hard. Sis was kneeling in front of me, pretending to look for the splinter, I guess. I could see the tops of her breasts, all but the nipples. She tilted her head up, a strange look on her face, which looked like she was blushing.

"Walt, I really feel . . . odd. Did you smell anything strange at the beach?" she asked, shaking her head a little. I saw her hand sneak to her crotch.

"No-o . . . yeah!...I did, Charly, it's made me.. well... are you. .. kinda...real bothered, like me?" I felt real hot, and I rubbed on the bulge in my trunks — couldn't help myself, I was suddenly so horny.

"Yeah, brud," she said, wonderingly, shaking her head again, like she had something in her ears, "I am...so...hot. That  funny smell made me want to...... You smelled it, too?" She leaned even farther forward, her bra falling away from her breasts so I could see her erect nipples. I could feel my rod pulse with desire. I know she did that deliberately.

"Geez, Charly . . . God! you have beautiful  breasts! Can I... kiss you?

"You wanta . . . My boobs? 0! yes-s-s. . ." She slipped off the top of her bikini and sat up extra straight. I leaned forward and almost fell off the chair. Sis caught me, hauled us upright, and pulled me real close to her, her hands on my buns. As she did so she rubbed her belly against me, felt my hard-on. She grinned again, really teasing us both, I guess.

"I think maybe you want something,” she sorta chanted, “ . . . and I know I need somethin’, right now, more than just you lickin' my tits, Walt! Pull off your trunks and let's look at you.  God, you're big—long, too! Nice! Bet it tastes perf...I’m gonna try you!” 

She was kneeling, just like that, licking all around the tip, and great God, how good that felt! I saw that she was fingering herself around the thong of her bikini again.

"What can I . . .do for you, Sis?" She took her mouth from me, but held onto the base of my cock. We were breathing real hard.

"Not... my tits, not . . . right now, but you can try lickin' me . . . lower down, if you wanna."

I thought for a second that was dumb, but I guess we were both so excited by then that I didn't realise that she'd told me to suck her cunny, not her boobs! And her sucking at my cock the whole time! No wonder I couldn’t think straight  

I lowered myself to the floor (nice soft rug; Charly never stopped licking and sucking!) so I could lie down on my back; then I turned slowly around  (Christ! that did tickle!), lifted one of her legs over my face so that her legs were on either side of my head, and pulled her bikini strings loose, and bought her hips down to me. Charly never missed a lick, and now she had my dick deep inside her mouth and throat. 

She had  really pretty pubes, all pink and shaved and fevered! Her lips were puffy and hot, slick with her juices! She was really wet when I licked her. I could lick her lips and inside them without hair in my mouth—golly, she tasted good! When I touched her nub she began to move her hips so that I had to move my head a little to keep up with her, and that made my tongue flick over her clit . . . well . . . she moaned,

"God! Walter, I've waited so-o. . .lo-ong...uh-uh-u-h . . . I'm comin', coming, oo-h, Wal',...cum, oh so-o-o good, u-r-u-uh!" I felt more salty, musty tasting moistness all over my face and licked and licked at her some more. My prick was about ready to explode when she said,

"Turn around, quick, Walt! No matter 'fyuh cum in me, the baby’d look like — don’t matter, dammit, Gene can't even get a hard-on!"

I didn't realise what she’d said until I had slipped my dong deep inside her slipperiness and my tongue was busy wrestling with hers. I pulled back a bit, seeing to my surprise, but with no slackening of the building excitement within me, that she was crying. I licked at her salty tears, and she suddenly smiled.

"Oh, Walter! You're such a love! Don't tell anyone about Gene, please! You must love me a little, 'cause you're really good, you're so soft and gentle. Please love me some more after we...ohmigod...I’m gonna...Walt! Again? So quick? I'm gonna ...you ready?” her calves and ankles were pressing me into her really hard. “...comin’ aga-a-ain...push hard, Walt, bang into me...cum...cum...cum...oooooh!  Uhl Uh! Uh! Oh, so go-od," she moaned as we climaxed. We stayed rigid against each other as our climax froze us, me buried in her to the root, she with her legs tight around my waist. Together we sighed, kissed each other softly, then finally relaxed in each other's arms.

After a bit she chuckled, "Migod, Walt, we never got off the floor!" and she started laughing. She wriggled herself free of my leg—I was pooped—and helped me up from the rug. There was no sign of our activity. 

"C'mon in the shower—remember that foot? We've gotta wash that off, Walt, my boy ... and a whole lot of other things, too! But you're a damn good lover, little brother, even for eighteen."

"You know I'm nineteen today, Sis! You even gave me an extra birthday present."

"What? I didn't know I had...shee-it! What extra pres...?" She looked at me suspiciously. The coin dropped. “Aw, you are a tease!

“Come on, dry off, I'll put a Band Aid on ... which foot did you limp on, d'you remember? I think it might get hurt again, real soon! You better believe there'll he an ‘again,’ buster! You're too good to waste.”

Sis had  me with a woody again, just the way she smiled and “inadvertently” rubbed against me. She was still as hot and bothered as I was. I could smell her again.

We started to get back into our bathing things, such as they were, although every time I started to step into my trunks, she kept interrupting to kiss me—naturally there was something she could  hold on to—and I  kept unfastening her bra to taste her nipples again. They stayed stiff, like my dick. 

I really wanted to lick her cunt again, and she must have wanted it, too,  for suddenly we were on her bed and she was on me, sucking my penis while was between her legs...oh, those soft thighs!... licking at her vagina and sucking on her clit. This session took a wonderfully long, delicious time before she began to twitch and push her quim into my tongue and lips, but I think I came all of a sudden, unexpectedly,  just then, getting the bed cover sticky, as she flooded my mouth with her juices. Oh, God! She tasted so good the second time, I could have stayed there forever, but she came . . . and I came again, and we spent the next few minutes licking, sucking and wiping to clean ourselves and each other. We giggled and fooled around as Sis found new sheets and we made the bed up fresh.

“I’ll wash ‘em before anyone’s home again, Bud, don’t worry,” Charley told me and kissed me again. I was afraid my lips were bruised from all that pressure, but she said I was fine, no sweat. 

As we passed a mirror on the way out of the room I looked at my face and I sure looked guilty as hell...so did she, when I looked at her. I mentioned that and we laughed so hard I think we rid ourselves of any guilty feeling, just as though all we’d been doing was  telling jokes to each other instead of fucking our brains out. 

We really had to get back, though. We had been gone a helluva time, and the other kids would maybe wonder what we were doing besides taking care of my “splinter.”. Personally, I thought they’d probably been doing exactly what Charley and I had. I think Sis did, too, ‘cause she was wearing a real SEG as we approached the beach. She could hardly keep from laughing  as she hollered, 

“Anybody coming? We are, ready or not!”