Titillation in Tahiti

My mouth was already watering in anticipation of our meal and honestly now I wasn't sure that I actually wanted to share any of it with my younger sister.

As we waited for our meals, the drinks kept coming and we had a chance to talk about ourselves. This was actually a dangerous conversation, since Katy and I really didn't think there would need to be a real cover story. But as usual I clamed up and just smiled at the guest at the table. I something of an introvert, I sat there and fidgeted and just let Kathleen do all the talking.

Once again I was amazed by the continual stream of bull shit that just seemed to roll off my sister's tongue. While I may not have thought of a cover story, apparently Katy had.

Dishing it up without a single thought. Over the next hour, she created a fantasy of our life story. Honestly, I was just as enraptured by her story telling as any of the other table guest.

Hell, why wouldn't I be? It was the first time I had heard the story also. So it was easy for me to laugh just as hardy as with the rest of the table, as Katy told them about our love story, and what a love story we had.

Like all good lies, she mixed in a lot of truth so seamlessly that the tapestry of our love affair became an interesting story.

She explained we grew up close in the same neighborhood. Our back yards touched each other so as kids we only had to jump a small chain link privacy fence. I was a couple years older than her, so all through grade school, she could never admit her secret crush for me. Being older, I naturally treated her as my younger sister. Looking after her as we rode the bus. So instead we grew up best of friends. The others at the table all nodded their head knowing.

Apparently it wasn't until I almost married the biggest bitch in the world, that Katy got brave enough to confess her love to me the day before my wedding.

Apparently her declaration was all the steel I needed for a back bone and I promptly canceled all my immediate wedding plans. Grabbing my hand at the table she continued while I proudly beamed. Oh how I wish this was really the truth, verses being her little fantasy.

While we had secretly loved each other for years, we still needed to date to be sure. But being me, I started proposing to her after the first month and again every month after that. After the sixth proposal, she finally agreed to get married to me.

I had been submitting our names into every wedding raffle or leave a card bowl and sure enough we won an all-expense paid photo honeymoon to Tahiti.

"You see Cooper is a photojournalist and had submitted some photos as part of the contest. So while we are here on a 10 day honeymoon, he will still be required to take some photos of this resort."

"Maybe we could bother you to take some photos of Alexi and me for our Honeymoon book?"

Alexi scolded her husband for butting into our honeymoon, but obviously loved the idea. Katy also seemed to like the idea.

"Why don't you two come up with some ideas on what photos you want taken and I will schedule them in this week." I finally agreed.

We all knew that she was finished with her yarn when she lifted up her glass in salute. The table erupted in a quiet applause. With many glasses lifted, the table toasted to all of us and a happy marriage. The meal took a lot longer than the service in most restaurants in the States, but the conversation was excellent and we all soon forgot how long we had to wait.

Based on the taste it was because everything apparently was made by scratch to order. But the longer time also meant I had more drinks than I should have on an empty stomach. I was quite buzzed by the time they brought out our meals and had quickly gotten over my shyness and was holding my own with the rest of the men.

Conversation totally lagged as we all stuffed our faces with our ordered food. My meal was as savory as I thought it might be and had to hide my disappointment when Katy indicated that we agreed to share. But my regret was short lived as I tasted her roasted pork and poi.

Based on these two meal examples, I figured I would be gaining a bit of weight on this trip.

Conversation picked back up as we all shifted over to glasses of wine and moved over to the open bar. Still buzzing from a couple fruity drinks and two bottles of wine, it made me brave enough to enter the dance floor with Katy in my arms. Our mother was a fanatic when it came to ensuring her children education was well rounded and both Katy and I had attended not just piano lessons, but took dance lesson as well.

Being brother and sister it made it easier for us to learn our routines as partners and over time we found that we actually liked dancing together. We not only were able to do all of the classics ballroom dances like the Waltz, but we also knew the rumba and many different salsa dances.

Regardless, it was obvious to the other dancers that we had spent hours dancing together. But for me, this evening was different. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was that I was an emotional wreck that even my sister became a desired woman to me. But for the first time, I could say that Katherine and I were truly partners. I am usually a strong lead, but tonight it wasn't necessary. Instead Katy was reading my whole body language so well that only a slight pressure of my finger was necessary to indicate what maneuver or direction I want us to attempt. No matter what we tried, it seemed we could perform it flawlessly.

The more we danced the more sexually excited I became, and that is what caused me to stumble. I became conscious of my raging hard on for my sister and our dancing that I began to wonder what it would be like to take Katy back to our room and spend the night making love to her.

After the stumble, I whispered to Katy I needed to rest, but not before the audience of the club, clapped and cheered for my sister and I. We waved thanks as we left the dance floor.

After grabbing our stuff at the table, we started excusing ourselves with promises to meet up with each of our new friends in the morning. Alex laughed giving me a friendly nudge.

"As a fellow newlywed, we totally understand the need for some personal time, don't we Alexi?"

Alexi laughed at her husband's joke and just wrapped an arm around the back side of his waist.

"Actually guys, my husband and I were just leaving also, but we both wanted to finish watching your dance show."

"That's true Coop, we were talking and Alexi and I was wonder, if you two couldn't give us a few lessons. You see neither of us have ever really danced before and never got a chance for a real dance at our wedding. Seeing you two out there was like magic or watching very clean sex."

We all laughed at that, but Alex had no idea how true his words were for me.

Katy looked at me for confirmation and then again agreed to the arrangement. "Hey, that sounds like a lot of fun. Let's plan on it tomorrow night."

Alexi and Alex both gave us a close hug good night, and I was surprised when Alexi also kissed me right on the lips. Not one of those European kisses either, but a long and full on the lips with just a little moisture exchanged between our lips. I was a bit embarrassed, until I saw Alex doing the same thing with Katie. His kiss was obviously as good as the one his wife gave me because she wobbled when he turned her loose and she exclaimed, "Whew!"

While still buzzed, we didn't really have to support one another on the way home. Somewhere during the dance we made silent promises to each other. So all of a sudden we were touching each other as if we really were the newlywed couple we pretended to be. We slowly walked back to our pier and then on to our hut hand in hand.

"That was quite a kiss Alex gave you!" I stated softly.

"Yes it was... so was the one that Alexi was giving you!" Katy smiled.

"They sure were awfully friendly" I added non-committedly.

"Hmmm..." Katy thoughtfully agreed.

Neither of us said anything else while we slowly walked back. The moon was now fully up and we didn't really need any of the lights thoughtfully placed up and down the pier.

"That was quite a story you told them tonight Kathleen."

"Did you really mind it?"

"No, not at all. In fact on some level I wished it was true."

She stopped and turning to me, "Really Cooper?"

"Absolutely. The only thing that is keeping me from proposing to you right now is that you're my sister."

"Oh Cooper, that is the nicest thing you have ever said to me." And with that, she closed in and wrapped her arms around my neck and stood on her tip toes forcing us both to look deeply in each other eyes.

"Kiss me" she demanded.

I leaned in and bused her lips like a favorite uncle.

"Now kiss me like you mean it dummy!" she demanded.

Smiling, I leaned down to kiss my sister solidity on the lips.

Katy surprised me once again by moving her arms tighter and began to really passionately kiss me. Damn Amber never kissed me like that. Then again she wasn't really into kissing or foreplay for that matter. Katy again showed me just how erotic kissing could be when you truly love someone.

After a few minutes I had to pull away from our tongue dance, coming up for air.

"Whew!" I exclaimed. "That was strangely exciting."

"So I see" she said, while rubbing my left pant leg. My dick had harden without me even being aware of it.

"Wow, looks like Gigantor has come out to play" she sweetly said, while stroking my penis through my pants.

"God, sis you can't do that to me. We still have to sleep next to each other. Keep it up and I'll have to rape ya in your sleep!" I joked.

Finally letting me go, she again grabbed my hand and began leading me. I thought I heard her mumble,

"You can't rape the willing!"

I know you expect me to tell you how we went back to our cottage and I ripped off all of her clothes and made passionate crazy love to my sister. But again the fantasy was bigger than the reality. In truth we were both truly exhausted. We had spent twelve long hours on a plane, then two hours on a boat ride, a long swim and some serious dancing. Throw on top of all of that was that food and wine, and honestly we had both started yawning on the short way back.

While both of us were excited about what was happening between us, neither of us wanted to rush this and find out later it was all a mistake. If it was going to happen it wasn't going to be because of too much wine and song. So while the kissing between us was a promise, it looked like a promise not to be filled till at least the morning.

Once back at our Tiki hut, we both decided to shower off of cigarette smoke from the bar and dancing sweat before we climbed into new soft sheets. I just sat on the edge of the bed, while she went into the bathroom and began undressing.

I sat there like a neighbor perv, watching my sister through the bathroom mirror get undressed before stepping into the shower. I tried to look away, but it had been years since I had seen my sister fully naked and even through a mirrored reflection she was absolutely beautiful. She stayed in view only for a few seconds and before turning away and stepping into the running water she looked up at me in the mirror.

Shit... She caught me red handed, being a peeping Tom. But she just smiled and disappeared behind a shower curtain. It was only a minute before she called out.

"Hon, could you be a trooper and hand me my shaver?"

"Uh.. sure" was all I could get out while I rummaged through her ditty bag. Going through my sister's suitcase looking for a razor was about as comfortable as going through any woman's purse. But in the end, I found a package of four and brought one of them to her, handing it through the curtain to her. I don't know why, but I didn't move from where I stood. Just a foot away from my sister and her incredible wet and soapy body.

"Coop, could you be a dear and help your sister again?"

"Sure Sis, anything" I said.

"I'm wanting to shave a bit closer since some of my swim suits are quite skimpy. I didn't have a chance to get a wax job because we had such short notice."

"Yeah and?" my voice shook only a little.

"Well, I don't want to embarrass you with unwanted hair sticking out the sides of my suit... you know what I mean?"

Like someone just stuck a cattle prod up my ass and shocked my prostrate with six thousand volts. My dick immediately sprang at attention. With so much blood shifting in my body, I apparently lost the ability to speak coherently.

"Are you sure?" For Christ sake, I was her older brother. I was again worried that I would take this too far and ruin our wonderful relationship.

"Shit!" Katy cried out.

I nearly tore the curtain open at her cry, but refrained myself with just holding on to the edge of the closed curtain.

Instead, Katy opened the curtain herself.

"See Coop, I cut myself because I couldn't see what I was doing. This is all your fault. Please help me..." Katy begged.

All resistance disappeared when Kathleen used that tone of voice with me. Dad claimed it was her "Super Power".

The moon light from the window was showing through, lighting up her wet form. She may not be a traditional super hero, but she sure as shit looked like the Greek Goddess Aphrodite. While I had just fantasized what she would look like behind that shower curtain, what I saw was so much more. She didn't say anything but stood there in all of her glory as I took her form all in.

The moon made the water lite up as if she was being covered in liquid silver or maybe creamiest milk. With the water cascading down in slow motion striking her body only to form rivulets around her. As if she was wrapping her nakedness with the sheerest of silk. I hypnotically reached out a hand to touch the muscle of her stomach, only to find a razor placed right into it.

"Coop, you ok?"

Shaking myself out of my daze, I embarrassedly got my shit back together.

"I'm back.. Where do you want me to shave you?"

Rolling her eyes, she pointed down to her hair covered pubis. "Duh!"

"Uh.. right. All of it?"

Looking at me for a moment, she just huskily whispered, "Brother, shave me the way you would like to see me."

I nearly came in my shorts right there.

The water was splashing enough that my clothes were getting soaked. I didn't notice but Katy did and told me to get rid of my clothes and come join her.I anxiously peeled off my shirt and shorts, taking my underwear with it. Leaving me standing there still with a razor in one hand and my blood gorged cock in the other.

Leaning forward, using only the moonlight and a couple candles to light the way, I got inches away from my sister's pussy. She leaned back on the shower and easily lifted her left leg up and rested it on my shoulder.

This opened up the area between her legs. God I thought I had gone to heaven.

Taking her shaving crème, I slowly lathered her up. As I applied the crème evenly over her skin, I couldn't help but lightly rub her outer pussy lips. Apparently I wasn't the only one a bit excited by my requested chore. Katy's labia was also engorged with blood and was very angry red. Like my cock that she lovingly referred to as Gigantor, her eraser sized clit was just as hard and had unhooded itself like a small uncircumcised penis.

I also noticed her strong musky aroma that told me that Kathleen was just as excited by all of this as I was. No there would be no rape tonight.

"Careful" she warned me as my hand lightly shook from excitement.

Normally, I like to see a little hair on my girlfriend's pussy. But for some reason tonight, I decided to shave my sister bare. Like the last time I saw it as a kid. I wanted no material or hair between me and her sweet mon's.

My hand continued to lightly shake as I tried to carefully shave her mound. As the blade easily slid across her soft skin, I appreciated just how sharp her new blade was. With each stroke a swatch of black hair would clog the tri-bladed shaver. I would then have to lightly tap the edge of the shaver near the drain hole while the water cascaded of her legs to the tile floor. With each stroke of the blade, I got more and more excited.

Katy also was getting a bit worked up and began to quietly moan as I moved the blade downward between her legs. First from one side of her labia and then again on the other side of her lips.

"Baby, I need you to turn around and bend over."

Katy slightly shivered at my request. I don't know if it was from excitement or from the cool water that was now pouring over her. Katy said nothing as she faced away from me and slowly bent over all the while began pulling her butt cheeks apart, fully exposing her wet pussy that fan opened to me. This move also showed me her beautiful ass. Her hole was tight and a little wrinkled, taunting me to put something into it.

Taking the shaving crème, I again shake the can while leaning in and taking in the scent of my sister.

Her scent was a complex smell that blended her perfume, sweat, her creamy pussy and the muskiness of her ass all into one single glorious pheromone.

That one sniff marked my sister into my brain as mine. From then on I could smell her need and recognize it for what it was. The smell was very primal somehow, and seared through my brain, making me want to forget love and passion. Instead her smell just made me want to throw my sister to the ground and fuck the shit out of her.

I couldn't help myself, and even accidently growled at her. A sound that started down at my testes and worked its way up through my chest, surprising me by escaping out from my mouth.

I couldn't repeat that sound if you had offered to pay me a million dollars. It was something that had its roots way back when we were just cavemen and lived on instinct.

Apparently Katherine had never heard this sound before because it made her gasp a little scared but also in excitement. Her pussy quivered and opened even more in front of me like a flower blooming on fast motion film. Her precum literally dripped out of her pussy.

Because we are not animals that only live by instinct, I throttled back my lust and instead pushed the button on the shaving crème into the palm of my hand.

Reaching in, I took that crème and lathered it right into the crack of her ass and all over her gushing pussy. Now her body parts were completely covered in white foam. Holding my razor up, I saluted my sister's cunt with it and got back to work.

This time I shaved the hairs from both sides of the crack of her ass. When her anus was visible, I couldn't help myself and moved my left hand that was resting on her left butt cheek and instead took my middle finger and lightly rubbed it against her rose bud. This tore another moan from her.

She said nothing, nor did she move away. Instead she continued to rest the top of her head against the shower wall, while holding her butt cheeks in the rudest and most open manner.

As my left hand was busy rimming the outside of her ass using the shaving crème as a thick lubricant, I soon had a single digit knuckle deep in her butt. Because it slid in with very little resistance, I knew my sis was no stranger to ass play.

Setting down the shaver, I used my right hand for good use by slowly stroking her pussy. As I would pull out my finger in her butt, I worked in my first two fingers into her pussy hole with my other hand, alternating the width of my fingers back and forth so that I stretched her then relaxed her. While my fingers were busy with her hole, my thumb did a circular rub on her clitoris.

Every few strokes I would lightly tap my thumb on her clit. This time she not only moaned, she began to push back against my hand. Just as she began to help me masturbate her by rotating her hips. I used my left hand and slid my middle finger back to the hilt in her ass.