My Drunk Sister

My sister is a great girl, and always has been. She is the life of the party, but has a sweet disposition, and a wonderful natural charisma. Her only real personality flaw is that she has a tendency to binge drink. Not in the way that most college students do, not when she is at a party or hanging out with friends. She binge drinks alone when she's bored.

Something else that should be said is that she is a flirt. She flirts with everyone and I mean everyone! Men, women, teachers, and even me. She's not a slut, and as far as I know she rarely acts on it, but she flirts with everyone. She just likes the attention.

This is the story of how I lost myself, but discovered my greatest sexual thrill, and how the two of us started a long term sexual relationship that set the bar for every woman I was with from that point on.

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It was a couple of weeks into the summer break and my sister and I were both out of school. I was going into my senior year of college, and she was starting at university the next semester. It was a long and lazy time, and most days we would simply lay out by the pool, working on our tans and waiting for the night when we would be able to go out and meet our friends.

I had a part time job working for an air conditioner repair company. It was hot and sweaty work, but after a year of doing it, even just part time, I was in the best condition of my life. I wasn't heavily muscled or bulked up like guys at the gym. I was lean and corded, with more stamina and endurance than I could ever have realized I was capable of, even when I was playing football in high school. The hours of working in attics that were over 120 degrees had sweat the weakness out of me and... frankly I felt powerful and alive. It's hard to explain, as I look back on it.

I had partied pretty hard the night before and it was 1:00 before I got my ass out of bed. I thought about taking a shower, but figured a couple of laps in the pool would do me more good. After all, that's where I was going to go anyway.

It was Tuesday, and so the parents were already off to work. Dad was an executive at some janitorial supply company, and he rarely got home before six or seven at night. Mom was a realtor, and as she always said "You have to be available when the clients are!" so she kept late hours also. I could usually count on one or two nights a week where she wouldn't be home until nine, or later.

I pulled on my swim trunks. They hadn't completely dried from the day before, so they were cold, and still damp. It was unpleasant at first, but I got used to it quickly, knowing that the sun would warm me soon enough. I headed down stairs and through the living room to the kitchen. I was surprised to find that there was already a pitcher of daiquiris in the blender. It looked like Sophie had gotten an early start this morning. I guess that wasn't too unusual. At 18 she was a pretty heavy drinker when she drank, but didn't really drink that often. Our parents were "enlightened" and didn't really mind that we both drank as long as we weren't driving, and we weren't drinking the expensive stuff they saved for special occasions.

"Fuck it", I said to myself. "Breakfast of champions". I grabbed a large glass for myself and filled it with the slushy red liquid. The sides of the blender had frost on them and the daiquiri poured out in little glumps. Sophie always made them really strong, and I thought a good way to spend my afternoon was with a nice rum buzz in the sun and the water.

I walked outside and had to squint in the glare. I hated wearing sunglasses because they made tan lines on my face. As my eyes adjusted to the light, I could see Sophie lying on her back on the lounge chair reading a book. I'm not sure what she was reading, but it was probably some vampire romance, or something else girly like that. She was wearing her light blue bikini, which I took notice of right away. Although the cut was very modest, even to the point of being a little prudish, it was unlined. This meant that when it was wet, it was translucent, almost to the point of being completely see-through. It was definitely not a suit she wore when my parents were around. I had heard her tell a friend one time that it was supposedly "tan through" which meant that she didn't get as many tan lines. Whatever. What it was is sexy as hell and made it very hard not to stare at her.

I guess I should take a few moments to describe her. Sophie is a very skinny girl with long black hair and a very pale complexion, the kind of skin that some people refer to as "peaches and cream" but with a lot more cream. She never really tanned, although she tried almost every day, but she did burn easily. To go along with her skinny frame, she had small A cup breasts and a perky little bubble butt that jiggled when she walked.

The whole package together drove me wild! I hate to admit it, but I had been attracted to my sister for a long time, and all the flirting she did, didn't help. She was a beautiful girl, and stole the attention of any man she was around since she'd turned 16, and had only gotten sexier as she grew older. Admittedly she wasn't what many men think of when they think of their dream girl. Most guys think of a blond girl with giant tits and toned abs and too much makeup. That wasn't Sophie at all. She was just the kind of girl that quietly caught your eye and took your breath away.

Of course I was ashamed of being attracted to her but she was hot as hell, and she was a frequent part of my fantasies.

I had many dreams of accidentally walking in on her when she was in the shower... or maybe we would be swimming together and we would start wrestling, and then things would turn sexy, with her just as turned on as I was... But no it had never happened.

"Hey Sophie", I said as I walked out onto the patio. "Getting an early start today aren't you?" I said a little mockingly. She slowly swung her hear in my direction and took a moment for her to focus completely. It was instantly apparent that she was already drunk.

"Hey bro" she said, slurring her words a bit. "Yeah, I have a new book and wanted to tan... What better time to have a drink?" She reached for her glass that just had a little bit of red residue in the bottom of it, and she seemed surprised that it was empty. She looked at it in an oblique way, as if trying to solve the mystery.

"Whoa," I said. "Are you tanked already?" Sophie was no lightweight. For such a little girl she could hold her liquor. I was immediately suspicious that it was not her first pitcher that I had poured my drink from.

"Yeah, just a little", she replied. "I'm not going anywhere today. What's the harm?"

"None", I said and meant it. I was starting to think that I may get a little plastered also. What's the harm?

"Is that for me?" She asked looking at the fresh drink in my hand and giving me a sweet smile.

"Sure", I said. I walked over to her and handed the drink over, and collected her glass. Her long black hair was wet, but drying. My eyes grazed across her slender body, and paid special attention to the places her swimsuit covered. Much to my disappointment it was too dry to see through, but I could still make out the bumps of her nipples under the fabric and the glorious swell of her sex between her legs. Even this little stimulation made my cock stir in my pants. I didn't get hard, but it made me very aware of the feeling of my cold, damp suit brushing against it.

I walked back to the house and refilled her glass and took it as my own. I hated doing dishes and there was no reason to dirty another glass. I walked back outside, took a few sips and decided to lie in the sun for a few minutes before getting in the pool.

"What are you reading", I asked her.

"Hunh", she asked, a little out of it. "Oh, it's a book about a vampire living in Miami. She's trying to prevent a war between vampires and humans. It's really hot, lots of steamy sex."

I laughed a bit, trying to play off the "steamy sex" comment. "A vampire in Miami? Isn't that like the worst place for a vampire with the sun?"

"Nah, it's okay. She can do magic that allows her to be in the sun for short periods of time. "

"Of course she can," I responded a little snarkily. I didn't really like fantasy fiction, and I viewed it as generally juvenile. I looked over at her to see if she was sober enough to realize I was making fun of her. As I did, she started turning over to her side. She was drunk, and therefore doing it a little clumsily, spreading her legs too wide and twisting her body at an awkward angle. As she turned the baby blue top got shifted and the top of her right nipple slid into view, a wide dark purple crescent that made my heart feel like it was going to explode in my chest. Almost before I had enough time to realize what I had just seen, it was over and she had settled herself on her stomach. She turned her head in the other direction, and it was a good thing too, because I had an immediate hard on.

The other thing I noticed, when I had looked at her is that her drink was almost already half gone. She was drinking fast today, and I was getting worried about her that she might get sick with that much liquor. But that was her fault if she did. She knew her tolerance, and we were outside, so she could always hose off the patio if she had to.

I decided that in my current predicament, a dip in the water may be just the thing to cool me off and hide my erection from her if she happened to turn around. I took the last couple sips of my own drink, got up and slid into the water nice and easy. It felt wonderful! I had gotten pretty hot and sweaty in the sun and cool water eased the tension in my body. It also was just enough to make me go soft again, and at least I felt a little less awkward about things.

I decided that a few laps around the pool were just the thing. I glanced at my sister. She was propped up on her elbows, still reading her book. There was a glisten of sweat on her toned, pale skin, and from here I had a great view of the underside of her ass where the suit didn't cover. I decided that I had better get to swimming before my problem arose again, and I was off.

I did a solid ten minutes of hard swimming, and quickly got out of breath. Then I slowed down and did another ten at a much calmer pace to catch my breath. When I was finished I felt a nice buzz from the large drink I had, accompanied by that nice feeling you get after physical exertion when you are in really good shape.

I turned back to the side of the pool, ready to lever myself onto the deck, when I was caught off guard by seeing my sister on her hands and knees on her lounger, her ass stuck high in the air. It was such an unusual position that I had to stop and figure out what was going on. It took me a second, but I realized that she was trying to stand up, and in her inebriated state, she was having trouble, so she was taking it a little piece at a time.

I wished I had my phone so I could take a video of this and make fun of her forever! Despite her amazing body and the skewed nature of her bikini, it still wasn't a situation that many would find sexy, rather it was clumsy, awkward and really funny. I started laughing a bit as she made it all the way to her feet, and she turned a little too fast to see what I was laughing about. She lost her balance and took one step forward to catch it... and the most predictable thing in the world happened. She fell right in the pool.

I lost it. I laughed so hard I couldn't breathe. I laughed so hard that I think I peed myself a little.

Sophie came up spitting and sputtering trying to catch her breath and trying to figure out just what the hell had happened to her. It was comical, but when I saw she was legitimately struggling a little bit, I swam over and helped her over to the side.

"Whoa," she said, suddenly a little more sober thanks to the rush of adrenaline. "What the hell happened to me?" Adrenaline aside, her eyes were still glassy and she was still slurring her words.

"You fell in, sweetie." I replied, and started laughing all over again. She pushed me hard and dunked my head under the water. I came up laughing again and she lamely tried to laugh with me.

"Okay, I think it's time for you to get out of the pool. You're pretty drunk."

She nodded along at my idea, seeing the merit of it. I hoisted myself up onto the deck and stood effortlessly. I had a nice buzz on, but not much more than that. I bent back around and grabbed her under the arms, lifting her onto the side and standing her up with ease. If she even weighed 110 lbs, I would have been shocked. I steadied her, and waited with my hands at her side until I was sure she had her balance. Water was cascading off of both of us as we stood there dripping and I looked down to where her feet were, wanted to see that she could hold her own weight.

Her bikini was clung to her like it was made from wet tissue paper. Her dark nipples looked tiny and hard, pressing out against the material. The bottom of her suit was wedged nicely into the cleft of her pussy, outlining it and showing me that she was cleanly shaved, with a little landing strip at the top. My dick rose instantly, and I knew I had to distract her before she saw it. I turned her at the shoulders and helped her back to the lounger. As she turned, her ass brushed against my cock, separating them by nothing but two thin swim suits. It felt so good, and so wrong at the same time. What surprised me is that I think it was intentional. Or maybe I had just imagined it.

I steered her back to the lounger and laid her back down on her stomach.

"What in the world were you getting up for anyway?" I asked her. I sat down on my own chair and leaned way forward so my hard on was less visible.

"I needed another drink!"

"I don't think you need any more to drink..." I said.

"Yes I do! " She exclaimed. "Go get me one." It sounded like a command, but she said it more winning and pleading.

"Okay", I said. "But this is your last one."

"If it's my last one, put an extra shot of rum in it." She batted her eyes at me prettily, but with the slack features of only the truly inebriated.

"I'll do it if you promise not to try to walk anywhere for a while."

"Okay", she said.

I hurried inside before she could see my predicament. Now if you're not a guy, you may not know this, but a lot of times when you get an uncomfortable hard on, you can take a piss and it will go down. The problem is that you have this ramrod straight thing sticking out of you that doesn't want to point down toward the toilet bowl. It took some maneuvering and some pushing, but eventually I was able to piss, and almost immediately felt the swelling go down. I pulled my swim trunks back on and headed for the kitchen.

I made her drink as she requested, and even added a little extra rum to it. I made one for myself as well and headed back out to the patio. She was lying on her stomach, still propped up to read her paperback novel. I handed her the drink and she took two big sips, before smiling up at me in a dreamy and distant way.

"Mmmm", she exclaimed in appreciation of the strength of it. The powder blue bottom of her bathing suit was still very wet and clung to her perfect ass like a second skin. As she shifted from side to side a bit, I saw it jiggle just enough to make me very aware of how nearly naked she was; how little there was between me and her sex.

I went back to my own chair and lay on my stomach to hide my erection. It hurt, but the pressure on it felt good also. I moved around to find the most comfortable position and closed my eyes. I was immediately lost in thoughts of my sister Sophie's body and the terrible things I would like to do to it.

A few minutes, or maybe more, passed before I heard her say "Hey, come put some lotion on my back." Only that's not what the words sounded like. They were far more slurred. "I'm gonna fall asleep and I don't wanna burn".

Opening my eyes I could see two things that immediately caught my attention. The first is that she had finished her last drink. I may have drifted off a bit when my eyes were closed, but it hadn't been that long for her to drink that much. I had a funny feeling that "fall asleep" really meant "pass out". The second was that she had untied the back of her bikini top to keep from getting a tan line.

There should have been the angel on my shoulder that told me not to do it... just get her back into the house, preferably into her bed and let her sleep it off. But no, the angel had taken the day off and all I had was the devil that said "Fuck yeah!"

I got up, already hard with no way to hide it. I picked up the bottle of sun tan lotion, and walked around to her other side, away from where she was looking. I sat on the side of the lounger and squeezed a healthy dollop of lotion onto her shoulders.

She had set the book aside and was now lying flat on the chair. Her body's weight had pressed her small, but perfect breasts out to the side a bit, and I could see the swell of them. I slowly began to massage the oily lotion into her shoulders and heard her say "Mmmm, that feels good", though the words were barely intelligible.

By the time I had finished with her shoulders, her breathing had settled down to a steady rhythm, and she was obviously asleep. I squeezed out some more lotion and began with the middle of her back. As I rubbed it carefully into her sides, my hands grazed over the swells of her breasts. My cock felt so hard I could barely stand it. I made pass after pass, feeling the soft, round skin in my palms.

Certain now that she was truly and well passed out, I wanted to explore more. I moved down to her legs, and squeezed a long line of lotion onto each of them. I rubbed it in, starting with the feet and moving up. When I got to her luscious thighs, I spent extra time there.

More. I wanted more.

I slowed my pace of rubbing, and the next pass I made up her thigh, I let my hand follow under her swim suit and onto the skin of her bare ass. It was so smooth, and warm and soft that I almost couldn't imagine it. Slowly I worked both hands under her swimsuit and squeezed her cheeks, watching as they rebounded with a little jiggle. I let one of my fingers trail down to her pussy, and felt it, soft and waiting, a little moist on the outside, whether from the book she was reading or sweat and sun, I didn't know.

The moment I touched her there, something inside of me broke. That very second, I knew I was going to fuck my sister. I knew I was going to have her, right here. Withdrawing my hands, I stood up and pulled my own swim trunks off. My erection sprang out and straight up. I was so hard it was painful. I looked down and there was a drop of precum hanging from the head. It made me smile.

I bent back down to Sophie and grabbed the waist band of her bikini bottoms. I tugged them down roughly. She was still passed out, but when I pulled them off, her hand reached down, like she was trying to keep them on. I heard her mutter, "No... don't", in a very vague and far off way.

I stopped for a moment and waited for her breathing to go regular again, and then finished pulling them off of her legs and passed her feet. Unable to help myself, I brought them to my face and smelled the crotch. I was overcome with the aroma of her, thick and pungent. She had obviously been very turned on by the vampire book she was reading. I dropped them to the deck, and focused my attention back on her.

The first thing I wanted to do was finally see her pussy. I reached down to her legs and spread them far enough that both of them were hanging off of the sides of the lounger. She had the classic "Thigh gap" that is so popular right now, but with them spread this far apart, I could clearly see the folds of her cunt laid out before me, glistening just a little in the sun. I was just about to straddle her when I realized that I would be cheating myself. There was one more thing that I wanted to see.