Cara: Brother is First then Dad

You may think this is a cliché horny brother sister story you’ve read here a million times. But you haven’t read my twist because Dad enters the picture and reveals a lot to Cara. As always, emails, messages, votes and comments welcome. I answer all email (unless it has a pic of your dick then I delete after sending it to the dick-in-email police)

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Cara: Brother is First Then Dad

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JOEY

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“Don’t touch me like that.”

“I’m not touching; I’m putting sunblock on you. Like you asked,” reminding my sister she asked for it.

“You know what I mean.”

We were on the dock at the lake the summer after we graduated high school. Where our family spent every summer as far back as I can remember. The cabin by the lake. But the only difference this time? It was just us two.

“I have to touch your ass to spread this stuff.”

“Just don’t touch me like that.”

“Like what?!”

She pulled her sunglasses down on her nose and looked at me over her shoulder. I looked right at her while I smoothed my hand up her thigh to her ass. Which was mostly bare because of the skimpy bikini she wore.

“My butt.”

“Sis, your bikini hardly covers your ass. Sunscreen goes on bare skin. What do you expect?” I trailed my fingers along the bikini line down between her legs a bit, then flattened my hand and rubbed it down her inner thigh. “Then you get your ass burnt, then it’s oh it hurts so much Joey can you put sunburn lotion on please?”

“Joey get your horny hands off of me!” she snapped.

My sister Cara was over a year older, and it was only in the last few years we appreciated each other. We’re almost best friends. But this was this summer I realized how hot Cara is.

“You say horny like it’s a bad thing,” I murmured, sliding my lotion-slick hand up her other leg.

“Oh, for god’s sake,” she grumbled and went back to her book.

“Is that some hot porn disguised as one of those romance novels?” She sighed loudly.

This time when I got to her ass she didn’t complain, so I ran my fingers along the edge to between her legs, to barely brush the damp thin knit that clung to each swollen lip.

“It must be. Or maybe it’s me that’s making you wet, hmm.”

I hesitated, waiting for her to say something, so when she didn’t, I did it again. This time her thighs parted, just slightly. I applied more pressure, and she kept reading, ignoring me.

Deciding not to press my luck, I dripped more creamy coconut sunscreen in my hand and smoothed it over her back. A tiny white string was tied center back, the other tied behind her neck. I pushed her thick blonde braid over her shoulder.

My cock was nearly splitting my board shorts and I reached in to adjust it, giving it a little stroke. I moved closer to her so that my thigh was along her hip. The bikini bottoms were cut low and barely covered her crack. The same tiny white ties held it at each hip.

I flattened my hand and smoothed the lotion from the top of her bikini bottoms to her shoulders. She put her book down and laid her cheek on it, facing away from me. I decided to turn it into more of a massage. At least until she bit me again.

My thumb followed her spine, my fingers wrapped around her side slightly as I stroked again, only applying more pressure. My fingers snagged on the ties, and I took a chance and pulled the string. They snapped away and fell to her sides. I hesitated, waiting for objections.

Rubbing the cream between my hands I repeated, tracking both thumbs up her spine to her shoulders and upper arms. On the return down, I wrapped my fingers around her sides a fraction and slowly eased down to the rise of her ass.

Feeling more confident, I again moved my fingers further around her sides and the tips of my fingers caught the bulge of her soft tits that were squashed under her body.

Thirty-eight double D. I knew this to be fact because I snuck into her room, riffled through her drawers, and looked at her bras.

Getting another feel of the sides of her tits made my balls start to ache. One more pass even lower and I enjoyed the full outer curve of her breasts.

“Joey,” she said in a warning voice.

Busted.

I relaxed on my back; my head propped on a towel. It was later in the morning, and no one was on the lake fishing. The little boats were out earlier and gone already.

A fish splashed nearby and Cara pushed up on her elbows, affording me an even better view of her fantastic tits. Unbelievably she sat up, and when she did her bikini top swung out baring everything but her nipples. She held the cups underneath each full globe, ran her finger around her back, and deftly tied it behind her.

I was always amazed at how women could do that. Just hook their bras behind them as if it was nothing. Sometimes I fumble to get my jeans buttoned.

Before we had lunch, she slipped on an oversized wife beater and her bikini bottoms. The armholes were cut below her tits. Surely designed to tease me I knew.

After we ate, I went to my room to quietly relieve my blue balls and nap. When I woke, she was gone, and I saw her down at the dock again. I showered and by that time she was back. I ran my fingers through my tight brown curls and called it good.

“Want to watch a movie?” I nodded. “You find one, I’ll make popcorn.”

She came back, set the bowl in my lap, and stretched out on the sofa, her head on my thigh where she could conveniently reach behind her for the popcorn.

I chose a movie that I thought she might like, a romantic comedy. Turned out it was heavy on the romance right from the start.

When I placed the empty bowl on the floor, I put my hand on her shoulder. The oversized wifebeater exposed more than it covered, so finding her warm skin was easy.

My thumb was on her shoulder, my fingers on her chest and just starting the rise of her breast. I absently rubbed my thumb on her shoulder as we watched. She rolled to get her glass on the floor, took a drink, then rolled back enough so half of my hand was over her breast.

I fluttered my fingers lightly and softly as a test. The side of my hand was an inch away from her nipple and I wanted to slide it over and palm her nipple, but I knew that would make her bite me again, so I resisted the urge. I wanted to keep her compliant.

The movie got into full-blown naked humping intimacies and my cock began to grow. Which happened to now be directly under her head. Nothing I could much do, so I went with it.

I trailed my fingers back on forth across the exposed skin on her tit. Her nipple was hard and pushed through the white knit.

I purposely pushed the wifebeater aside to reveal more of her breast and continued the light strokes across the rise of her tit, the side of my hand just grazing her bullet size nipple. I continued like that for a few minutes concentrating on the movie that was really firing up now. Hallmark movie of the week it wasn’t.

I picked up my drink and when I placed it back on the table, I moved back enough that her nipple was under my hand. I just kept up the movement of my fingers for now as her nipple dug into my palm.

The movie scene switched to full-blown mount her and fuck the hell out of her grunting, moaning, screaming sex and suddenly Cara grabbed my forearm. I stopped and was ready for her to move my hand, but she pushed her nipple harder into my palm and my arm down, exerting more pressure on her tit.

I flattened my hand and palmed her nipple with enough pressure she’d feel through the shirt. She pushed her tit into my hand again and my fingers flexed around the solid mound. While the blazing scene played out, I began to tease her nipple with my fingers, tugging them longer and harder. They pushed out the thin knit lewdly and I twisted and pinched, while I cupped as much of her tit in my hand as I could.

She released her grip on my forearm, so I could move my hand. I slipped it under the wifebeater and only had the brief bikini top to contend with. I eased it aside and bared her nipple, nearly groaning aloud as I tugged on it. The rapid rise and fall of her chest pushed her half-bared tit into my hand.

As she arched, her head pressed against my cock, making it throb.

Suddenly headline news blared. The movie had ended, and local news began, effectively throwing cold water on us.

Cara swung her legs to the floor, stood up, and said, “Seeya in the morning Joey.”

I jumped in the shower and got some relief. Just some.

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The next morning Cara was putting breakfast together in the kitchen and woke me up. Bleary-eyed, I wandered out in my shorts and poured a cup of coffee. I watched her work around the kitchen, baggy not close to being a sexy nightgown, but because I knew what was under it, my cock sprang to attention.

After a few sips of the hot brew, I asked, “Anything I can do?”

“You can start the bacon if you want.”

“What are you planning today, anything?” I asked.

“Nothing. Same. Relaxing before I have to go back to work.” Her blue eyes pinned me. “What about you?”

“Same. I didn’t plan anything. To be honest, when Mom and Dad said they weren’t going to be here, I was okay with that. I just wanted to do the same. Relax. That muscle pull in my leg is bothering me again, so I want to take it easy because of that.”

She nodded. “Same here.”

She gathered the plates and filled the sink. I picked up the dirty dishes from the counter and reached around her to add them to the sudsy water. She moved back just as I did that, and my perpetually hard cock rubbed against her ass.

“Sorry,” she mumbled, not moving.

“No problem. You’re good,” I said, pushing against her and trapping her between myself and the sink.

“Joey,” she said.

I looked over her shoulder. Her nightgown was stretched tight across her tits, revealing those bullet-hard nipples poking through. I wrapped my hands around her upper arms and rubbed, the backs of my fingers and knuckles grazing the sides of her tits.

“What,” I said, barely a whisper. I pressed my throbbing cock into her firm ass.

“We can’t,” she said, more firmly.

My fingers pressed more into her tits as I rubbed.

“We’re not,” I said, still rubbing, moving incrementally closer to her nipples.