My Nudist Sister

My Nudist Sister

by Pan

Chapter 1:

When my parents told me about Ellora, I tried to be cool about it.

Apparently it had happened while I was away at college – there’d been some kind of course on alternative lifestyles at school, and my sister had come home and told them that she…

Well, that she was a nudist.

My sister is eighteen, seven years younger than me. We’d been a bit too distant to be close growing up, and I hadn’t seen her in a year. Honestly, I wasn’t sure how to react.

How do you react when you learn your sister is a nudist?

So, like I said, I just tried to be cool about it. Cool older brother, that’s the card I was playing.

At least, that’s what I aimed for. When Ell came home, I may not have been as cool as I’d hoped.

Here’s the thing – in the year since I’d last seen my sister, she’d filled out. I don’t know a lot about cup sizes, but as soon as she walked through the door, my eyes were drawn to her cleavage. She had those beautiful round tits, the type that seem to hold themselves up without a bra.

I don’t know if nudists have like a code of manners or anything like that. Maybe what my sister did is totally normal. But I can tell you, as the person on the receiving end of it, it felt fucking weird.

As soon as my sister got home she gave me a long hug (during which I couldn’t help but be aware of those lovely firm tits of hers, pressing against me) and then, like I said, stripped off.

Without ever breaking eye-contact.

It wasn’t like a strip-tease or anything like that…it was all very matter of fact. She removed her shoes and socks, then took off her blouse (carefully folding it in half) and put it on the table next to the door. She slipped out of her skirt, and put it on top of the pile. And then, watching me as I watched her, transfixed, she reached behind herself and undid her bra.

As her tits fell into view, my suspicions were proved correct – they really did hold themselves up without a bra. She dropped the bra on the floor, and wiggled her hips as her panties lowered, revealing her pussy to me, her older brother.

Maybe I was the one who did something wrong. Maybe when your kid sister starts stripping in front of you, the correct thing to do is to look away.

All I know is that what I did was definitely the wrong thing…

I got hard.

I don’t think Ellora noticed, and I certainly didn’t draw any attention to it. As she pulled her panties down, I couldn’t resist a quick peek – my baby sister wasn’t shaved, but she looked like she was pretty neatly trimmed. I guess when you’re a nudist, pubic hair maintenance becomes much more important, whether you’re sexually active or not.

Was my sister sexually active?

No. No, that was something I didn’t want to think about.

I smiled awkwardly, with no idea how to react. Ellora sensed my discomfort, and laughed.

She gestured for me to come closer, and pulled me in for a huge.

A hug. With my naked sister.

I couldn’t imagine anything weirder.

As she pulled away from the hug, she leaned in, and pushed her mouth against mine. Soon, our tongues were playing, entering each other’s mouths, and I began to run my fingers down her bare back…

No.

I blinked twice. My sister was still hugging me, and my lips were dry – we hadn’t kissed. Why would I kiss my sister? Why would I even think that.

“I’ve gotta head out,” I said, and rushed for the door, grabbing my car keys off the way.

“What happened to playing it cool?” I asked myself, as I drove to a friend’s house, eager to drink beer and play video games and think about anything but the sight of my sister, stripping in front of me.

– – –

It didn’t take me long to cool off. I didn’t mention anything to Dion about my sister. I know exactly the kind of jokes he’d make, and I just wasn’t in a place to deal with that right now. After a couple of hours of hanging out with him, I’d had enough, and when I arrived home, everyone was at the dinner-table.

Including Ellora.

Still nude.

Like I said, I really had no idea how to deal with my sister’s new lifestyle, and I especially had no idea how to deal with my reaction to it. So I took a cue from my parents, and just sat at the table, chatting and eating, just like I would if my younger sister’s tits weren’t staring me in the face.

After dinner, I headed up to my old room – my parents had kept everything just the way it was when I left, even my old computer, and so I booted it up to see what Facebook was up to.

I’d been social mediaing for about half an hour when my door swung open, and my sister walked in. She didn’t say anything, just stood at the doorway for a second, one arm above her head, a thoughtful look on her face.

She shaves her armpits, I noticed, and after a polite smile, turned back to the computer.

I wanted to treat her like my kid sister, but call me a prude or call me a pervert, I couldn’t. When someone is naked, it’s impossible to interact with them the same way you would if they were clothed, and I just had no idea how to deal with it.

After a few seconds of being ignored, my sister moved. She walked into the room, knelt beside my chair, and just stared at me.

Now I knew I wasn’t the one acting strangely.

“What’s up, chatterbox?” I asked, using a nickname from her childhood.

She didn’t say anything. She just knelt in front of me, and my heart-rate quickened.

“Ell?” I repeated, and she didn’t reply. She just smiled…and the room began to fade away.

– – –

When I came to, my pants were down. My hand was wrapped around my cock, and I was slowly stroking it, staring at my sister’s tits.

My eyes widened. This wasn’t right – this couldn’t be happening. But it was…and I couldn’t stop.

Licking my suddenly-dry lips, I wanted to pull away, to stop what I was doing. It was sick, and it was wrong, but I had no control. For whatever reason, I couldn’t stop jerking off. I even tried looking away, moving my attention to anything other than my sister’s slight smile, her bare, perky tits…

God she had great tits.

To my dismay, I realized I was about to cum. I tried to bite my tongue, to shut my eyes, to do anything that would stop me from staring at my sister’s tits as I came, to stop her boobs from inducing an orgasm.

To stop myself from spurting all over my naked sister’s bare chest…

She never broke eye-contact as I came. She just continued to smile as I coated her face and chest with my sperm. When I was done, I fell back, suddenly exhausted. Ellora left the room, and I couldn’t help but stare at her butt as she did – it, like the rest of her, was perfectly formed.

A few minutes later, I heard the sound of the shower, as my little sister presumably washed off my spunk.

What the hell had I just done?

– – –

I slept fitfully that night, tossing and turning, images of my sister’s face and body never leaving my mind. I didn’t know what had happened, but I felt awful about it – my sister was an innocent, and I’d used her nudism to get off. I’d perverted her lifestyle, used her as a sex object…I was scum, and I hated myself for it.

The next morning, I woke up with an erection. Cursing myself, I resisted the urge to jerk off – I knew that if I did, I’d just end up thinking about Ellora again. That wasn’t fair to her – she was a person, not just someone for me to fantasize about. She was more than just a naked body for me to cum across.

When I got to breakfast that morning, Ellora was already sitting at the table. She was nude, of course, those perfect breasts staring straight at me. She smiled, and I tried to smile back, but all I could do was stare, stare at her naked tits. They were so beautiful, so sexy…

She saw me staring, and without saying a word, reached out and grabbed the can of whipped cream from the table in front of her. Two squirts later, and her breasts – those beautiful, pert, pink nipples of hers – were entirely covered in whipped cream.

My eyes widened, and I stepped towards her. Within a few seconds, I was frantically licking the whipped cream up, taking as much of it into my mouth as I could, licking her breasts clean, sucking on her nipples, enjoying the whimpers of pleasure she made as I did…

No.

I blinked twice. I was standing at the doorway, staring at my sister’s tits. Just staring. My lips were dry, and so were her nipples.

It took me a few seconds to adjust to what had happened.

“Hi,” I said with a smile, and Ellora just smiled back at me. A few seconds later, our parents joined us. Not a word was said about my sister’s nudity, and soon I was able to relax and enjoy breakfast with the family, almost entirely forgetting about my under-the-table erection.

– – –

“Do you think it’s weird?” I asked, and Mom rolled her eyes.

“Don’t be a perv,” she said, and I laughed, hoping that it sounded convincing.

“You know what I mean. You don’t find it at all odd?”

A strange look came over Mom’s eyes.

“Nope,” she said firmly, and I decided not to ask any further questions.

– – –

That night, I was sitting in my computer chair when Ellora entered. She knelt beside me, and I suddenly remembered – it hadn’t been a dream, it hadn’t been a weird perverted fantasy. It had been real. The previous night, I’d cum on my little sister’s face and tits, and there hadn’t been anything I could do about it.

And worse, it looked like it was going to happen again.

“Elly,” I said, my hands going up in surrender. “Please…”

She didn’t say anything, just smiled, and pushed her shoulders back. Despite being several feet away, her gorgeous tits were suddenly in my face. I couldn’t look at anything else…without even realizing, my left hand had moved down and was reaching for her boobs. I wanted to touch them, to fondle them…

I wanted to grope my little sister.

“No,” I whispered, but I knew it was too late. Ellora smiled as my hand found her nipples, and began tweaking and pulling. Soon my cock was out, and my other hand was pumping it.

I was going to cum on my little sister’s face – again – and there was nothing I could do about it.

“Please,” I begged again, but my sister’s smile didn’t waver, and I didn’t have the energy to speak out again.