I watched Cathy leave my room, my eyes locked on her nice tight bum which bobbed seductively as she sashayed to her own bedroom. A tinge of excitement rushed through my veins at the sight. I am only human after all, and Cathy is a stunning sexual being.
I felt my half hard cock rise to its full length at the thought. I tried to rationalize that I should not be turned on by my own sister, but I secretly delighted at the inappropriateness of it all. My hand grabbed my hard cock and I began to stroke it slowly but firmly. I imagined Cathy’s hand wrapped around it, fondling it seductively. I closed my eyes and all I could see was my beautiful naked sister before me.
I quickened the pace of my wanking. I felt an orgasm building deep in my balls. A powerful shudder overtook me and a massive stream of cum burst from my throbbing cock. One surge followed another as my load covered my chest. Rather than reach for a tissue, I rubbed it in again imagining that it was Cathy’s hand caressing me. Fully satisfied, I fell into a deep, sound sleep.
I woke in the morning to a golden beam of sunshine streaming through the window. I looked at my phone and it said just after nine. I must have been tired as I normally am up around six. I lay there, reluctant to get up from my very cosy, comfortable bed.
Before long, I heard the sound of a whistling kettle coming from the kitchen. Time to get up I thought, so I struggled out of bed and shuffled to the kitchen. There was Cathy, naked, her back to me.
I snuck up to her and wrapped my arms around her waist, my morning wood pressed firmly against her butt.
Ohhhh, good morning Greg, that’s a nice wake up call. Colin used to do the same, I must say I miss that,” Cathy gushed.
I immediately felt a bit guilty. Not that our bodies had made contact, that had never been an issue, but that I should have realised that Cathy had been a year without the touch of another male and I may have brought up memories of Colin that would make her sad.
“I’m sorry sis, I should have known better,” I said quietly.
“Hey, don’t worry, it felt nice and why can’t a loving brother try and brighten a girl’s day eh?” Cathy said, turning and returning the hug and giving me a kiss.
We stood holding each other for a moment, my cock now pressing against her stomach.
“So, I’m making scrambled egg, care for some, and a coffee too? Cathy enquired, breaking away from me,
“For sure,” I replied, “I’ll make some toast.”
We sat down to enjoy breakfast and plan our day.
“Greg, the quad bike won’t start, you are so good with engines, do you think you can have a look,” Cathy asked with doe eyes.
“No worries,” I said, thrilled with the prospect of tinkering with the bike.
The sun was beating down fiercely as we left the house after breakfast and headed to the equipment shed. Unfortunately, I knew that it was going to be hotter still inside the shed under the corrugated iron roof. Still, we were naked so no sweaty clothes sticking to our bodies.
I tried to start the quad bike but it just spluttered and would not kick over. After a few tests, my best guess was a blocked fuel line.
“What do you reckon Greg, can you fix it?” Cathy enquired hopefully.
“I’m thinking it’s a blocked fuel line and if that is the case, I can fix it. It will take a few hours, but that’s not a problem,” I answered, with an air of optimism.
“Ohhh thank you, thank you,” Cathy bubbled as she gave me a big hug, “you don’t know how I have missed getting around on the quad. You’re a life saver.”
“I’ve got a few things to do in the house,” Cathy said, “but I will come down and check on you later.”
“No worries,” I replied as I gathered some tools and got on with it.
I had been working about an hour and I was in a lather of sweat. It was hot, dirty work, but despite that, I was getting great satisfaction from working with my hands. I was also making good progress, certain that the blockage was the problem.
“Time for a break, you will need this.”
Cathy had returned with a big jug of iced water. She wasn’t wrong. I was feeling rather dehydrated and knew that it was sensible to have a break and a drink.
“Look at you, hot, sweaty and filthy, I do like a man who gets down and dirty,” Cathy joked.
“Well, that’s me then, when was the last time you saw an immaculately clean mechanic?” I asked.
“Exactly, so how is it going?” Cathy inquired.
“Pretty sure it is a fuel line blockage. I’ve cleaned the line and flushed it. Just going to put it back together and try it out. Fingers crossed,’ I said.
“I hope so. If it’s fixed we can take it for a spin down to the dam. You can clean up and we can have a swim to cool off,” Cathy said to spur me on.
Cathy sat down on a bench and I joined her taking a break and having a refreshing drink. I glanced across to her. Her skin was gleaming with sweat too. “Been in the sauna?” I joked.
“Ha ha, you would think so wouldn’t you, feel how hot my skin is.” With that she took my hand and placed it on her breast. Her skin was on fire and the sweat made it slippery so my hand wandered over it. And of course, my hand was dirty and greasy and left an oily mark on her lovely bosom.
“Woops!” I said, “sorry about that,’
It’s OK, you can wash it off in the dam,” Cathy replied giving me a cheeky wink.
“Deal,” I replied, thinking to myself that would be nice. The thought excited me, and I sensed a stirring in my groin. No need to hide it as there is no shame in getting an erection. I simply continued chatting to Cathy while finishing my drink.
“All right, I’m heading back to the house, be careful not to drop a hammer on that thing,” Cathy advised, giving my cock a little tweak as she left.
I returned to my task. I cut a frayed edge off the fuel line and with a new clamp, attached it to the carburettor. Fingers crossed, I turned the key. Success! The engine roared into life. I felt immensely proud and satisfied, not bad for a bloke who works in an office, but I was confident, having mucked around with dad with cars and engines all my life.
I hoped on the quad and headed up to the homestead, revving it when I got there to draw Cathy out.
“You did it! Ohhh aren’t you a clever boy, but I knew you would,” enthused Cathy as she flung her arms around me and gave me a big kiss.
It was well after noon, so the promised trip to the dam beckoned.
“I’ll just get some towels and I reckon you have earned a beer,” said Cathy as she disappeared into the house, returning a minute later, jumping on the back of the quad, she wrapped her arms around my waist and we were off.
Quad bikes are a lot of fun and I sped with gay abandonment down the track towards the dam. Cathy egged me on to go faster. This may not have been such a good idea as I hadn’t been on the track for some time and it seemed definitely rougher than the last time I had. Rounding a corner, I hit a big pothole and we flew into the air, coming down with a thud. We both roared with laughter, and with no damage done we turned left at the fork and the dam was in view.
“Race you in!” roared Cathy as she did a quick dismount and ran to the water’s edge. I caught up with her performed a perfect rugby tackle as we both crashed into the cooling water. We came up spluttering and laughing and like two little children we splashed and frolicked, dunking and flopping.
“I brought a bar of soap down. It’s in the cooler with the drinks. I think you should clean up before we have a beer, I’ll go get it,” Cathy said.
I watched on as she exited the water, like a Greek goddess, her body swayed as she waded out. I certainly liked what I saw.
Soon she was back with the soap, and she decided that she would play mother and clean me up. I had no objections. I was dirty from head to toe, so she had a job in front of her, but she attacked the chore with gusto. Lathering her hands, she gently washed my face, her fingers softly massaging my cheeks then neck. She splashed water on my face washing away the soapy residue.
With the bar of soap in her hand, she covered my chest and stomach, paying special attention to my nipples. Which were hardening under the attention. It was not the only part of me hardening as her attention was very erotic and my cock was stiffening as a result. Chest and stomach now cleaned, she moved lower.
“Well, you are a messy mechanic, how did you get grease on your cock?” Cathy asked, ” hmmmm, no better you don’t tell me, but we have to get it squeaky clean.”
Gently she rubbed the bar of soap along the length of my now rock hard cock. With it now all nicely lathered, her hand slide effortlessly over it. Taking her time, she cleaned meticulously.
“Does that feel good, Greg?” she enquired quietly.
“Yes it does, you are doing a great job, but that grease is pretty hard to get off, so keep going,” I teased, not for a minute thinking that she wasn’t onto me.
I placed my hands on Cathy’s shoulders as she continued to massage my raging erection. I didn’t want her to stop, and luckily for me, she had no intenion to.
I could sense that I was close to cumming. We had reached a new intimacy at this moment. Yes, we had been naked around each other for all of our lives and there had often been casual touching, but this was an act of sexual gratification and for a moment, I contemplated if we were going too far. I dismissed the thought instantly. My love for my sister knew no bounds. What we were engaged in was an act of love, giving pure, unadulterated pleasure to the one we worshipped. Nothing could make this intimacy cheap or unnatural. We had been close all our lives and this was just a raw expression of that.
“Cathy, I’m cumming,” I uttered breathlessly, as I felt my balls tingling and my stomach muscles tensed as my grip on Cathy’s shoulders tightened.
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