MY NEWLY NUDIST TWIN SISTER

My sister Amy and I are fraternal twins. We have always been close, like I consider her to be my best friend. This is our first year in college, and I hadn't seen her since late summer when we both went away to different schools. I got into U of A (Arizona) and she went to University of Miami. We talk and text, but not as much since school started. I had a long weekend last weekend, and she suggested I come visit her. (BTW, totally unrelated, but when your mom is a flight attendant, life is good – you can fly standby anytime for free, so we are a family that is used to jumping on a plane on short notice.)

Anyway, I took a redeye out to Miami, and she picked me up at the airport. It was early in the morning. She had a big hug for me and a kiss on the cheek, and it was great to see her. My sister is cute. She has a wry sense of humor, always deadpan. Freckles on her nose, dirty blonde hair, nice petite body.

"It's so great to see you, Dave," she said.

"You too, Amy. You look great!" I replied.

"Do I look older? More studious, perhaps?" She joked as we got into the car.

"I don't know about that, but you certainly seem relaxed."

I immediately noticed that she looked like she really settled into the South Florida lifestyle. She was wearing yoga shorts and a tank top, and she was more tan than I had ever seen her before. (We lived in the Chicago suburbs before – not exactly beachy.)

We chatted all the way to her place, which is near Coral Gables, which is a bit inland. She lives off campus in a studio apartment. Nothing fancy, but nice enough for a student, and really nice not to have roommates.

"I love it here," She said.

"I'll bet. Tell me about it."

"I just feel...free. Not that we had it bad in Chicago, but being on my own is everything I hoped it would be. It's really making me let my hair down a lot."

I should mention that my sister has always been a bit conservative. Not prude, mind you, just buttoned up. She's very pretty, but you wouldn't think she was trying to be "sexy" by the way she dressed, for instance. So it was good to hear that being away at college had changed her a bit.

"So, like, in what way?" I asked. She told me about being on her own, she actually drinks wine now, something she never cared for, and then she says this:

"Also, I am a nudist now."

That was like a needle going off the record.

"Wait what? What have you done with my sister!"

"Haha! I know! I'm like a different person now already!"

"Wait so what does that mean? You just walk around naked? Like in public?"

"Sort of. I mean, like when I'm at home, I just feel better with no clothes on. And a little north of here there is a nude beach I go to a lot now. It's not sexual. It's just freeing. You should try it."

"Um no. I don't think the world needs to see my white ass."

"Haha, ok well we're here. Let's run upstairs and drop your stuff at my place, change, go get some breakfast, and then have a proper Miami weekend."

Her place is small, but it has everything you need. It's just one room, a bed, a little kitchenette, a desk and the bathroom. I changed into some board shorts and a t-shirt in the bathroom and off we went.

We went to breakfast and talked some more. By the time we finished it was around 11am.

"Time for the beach!" She said, "I'm taking you to Haulover Beach."

"Is that a good beach?"

"It's the nude beach," She replied simply.

"Amy, there is no way I am taking my clothes off on the beach."

"You don't have to, silly. It's clothing optional. You have the option. I just want you to see how normal it is. It's not like some beer commercial fantasy. It's just regular people being comfortable in their skin."

"Wait. You are going to be naked?" I asked.

"Yep. Can't really be a nudist if you can't be naked in front of your family. Would it make you uncomfortable?"

"No, I guess not. It's just...different."

We shared a bathroom back home, so I've occasionally seen her naked, but never intentionally, and I never thought much of it.

We parked inland and walked through a tunnel to get to the beach, carrying our stuff. There were, in fact, a lot of naked people, and it was, in fact NOT a beer commercial. There were people of all ages and all body types. Didn't seem like a big deal, but it is a little jarring at first.

We put down our towels and dropped our stuff and I sat down on my towel and kicked off my flip flops. Amy stood in front of me.

"You wanna see me naked?" She laughed.

"Are you serious right now?" I said.

And just like that she pulled off her tank top and sport bra. And then I was staring at her small, firm breasts. I noticed a complete lack of tan lines. Her flat stomach was accentuated with a navel piercing. I was feeling nervous, so I mentioned it.

"When did you pierce your belly button?"

"Really? That's what you're gonna comment on?"

"Ok. Also, nice boobs?"

"That's better," she said. Then in one quick movement, she hooked her thumbs into her yoga shorts and pulled them down, kicking them into my lap with the flick of her foot. She stood there with her hands on her hips, waiting for me to say something. I was staring at my sister's fully shaven pussy for the first time, and it was surprising. I started to get hard. Her pussy is a definite "innie" and just a perfect shape. I had never thought of my sister in a sexual way before, but staring at that pussy made me want to eat that pussy. (I'm a guy. What can I say.)

"Um," I stuttered.

"I know," she said. "It's a little weird at first. Some girlfriends took me here my first time and for the first hour I was totally nervous, but then it just wasn't a big deal anymore and I just felt free."

"Right. This is definitely weird."

"Come on. You've seen me naked before."

"Not like this. Not eye-level with your pussy."

"Well get used to it, buttercup! I'm going to take a dip. You want to come?"

"Not right now," I said. "I'll go in a bit." There was no way I was standing up with my raging hard on.

With that, she turned and jogged toward the water. Can I just say her ass is incredible? She's young, obviously, and fit, but even so, her ass is tight and small, and she had no tan lines. I definitely was not going to mind looking at that all day.

After a while, she came back, wet and glistening, her perky nipples fully erect. She stood in front of me and put her hair in a pony tail and I got to stare at her perfect pussy again. Then she laid down on the towel next to me.

"Still weird?" She asked. "Yep." I said. We both laughed.

"Do you still have a boner?" She asked. I immediately went red.

"You noticed that? It's just what happens in the presence of hot naked girls."

"I understand. You're a guy. But it happens to me, too. Maybe that's why I like being naked." She laughed.

I was in uncharted territory. We were quiet for a few minutes and then she turned over on her stomach.

"I'm dry enough now. Will you put some sunscreen on my back?" She asked.

"Sure."

I popped the cap on the sunscreen and squirted some on her back and she arched her back.

"That's cold!"

"Sorry," I said, as I began rubbing it in.

I started at her shoulders and worked my way down, slowly caressing my sister's naked body and wondering how far I was supposed to go. Within a few seconds I went from just rubbing lotion on like you would normally do it, to slowly and methodically rubbing, the way you would if you were trying to make it feel good. When I got to her lower back, she said, "Keep going. We're going to get you over your nudity phobia cold turkey!" Okay, so more new territory for us as I started rubbing lotion onto her butt cheeks one by one. I scooted down and kneeled by her thighs and she spread her legs slightly, which I took as a cue to do her inner thighs and her legs, too. So there I was, rubbing my sister's ass with both hands, spreading her butt cheeks and staring at her asshole and her totally bald pussy, and as I spread her cheeks apart her pussy lips spread apart and I saw a little rivulet of grool drip out of her pussy and onto the towel. I thought I would try to make her feel as uncomfortable as me.

"Amy," I deadpanned. "Your pussy is leaking."

"Totally normal," she said without missing a beat, with her face still turned to the side, eyes closed.

Damn. I thought better of actually rubbing lotion into her pussy, but I sure did stare at it a good long while. After I finished her legs, I didn't know what else to do as she lay motionless, so I just took off my shirt and laid down and fell asleep for a bit. I woke up maybe an hour later and I was sweaty. Amy was sitting up on her towel, just staring at the water.

"I think I'll go for a swim," I said.

"With those on?" she asked, nodding at my shorts.

"Is it seriously such a big deal?"

"I just want you to experience it. I swear you'll love it. Come on. I'm sitting here buck naked and it's not even weird anymore, is it?"

She had a point. The initial excitement I felt before was now gone.

"I guess not," I said.

"See? Just try it."

"What? Just like that? Just take off my shorts and walk around?"

"Yep. Quick like a band aid. Don't even think about it."

"Seriously." My heart starting thumping. I don't know why it was such a big deal, but it was. I think I just decided "fuck it" and I knew I was about to show my sister my dick and I started to get hard again. But I was already mentally committed and the pants were already coming off. I was laying down, so I arched my hips and quickly pulled my shorts down to reveal my now completely hard cock, and there was no undoing it. I laid there, my heart pounding.

"Happy now?" I asked, my voice cracking.

"Yes." Amy said, but it was a bit of a whisper. She was staring at my cock. "You are having the same reaction I did my first time. I got super wet. I don't know why. It just felt so erotic even though I was just with some friends. I think I'm an exhibitionist."

"Ok well this ranks up there as the weirdest experience of my life."

"What? Am I making you uncomfortable?"

"This whole day is making me uncomfortable," I said.

"You'll see. It'll feel normal in an hour."

"Well, I've changed my mind about going for a swim."

She laughed. "Yeah, let's wait until your situation there subsides a bit. Hey you want me to put sunscreen on you? It's only fair since you did me, and trust me, you do not want certain things to get sunburned."

"You're going to put sunscreen on my dick?"

"It's just skin."

"Fuck it. Fine. Do it." It was at this point that I decided to just stop giving a fuck.

Amy put some sunscreen on my chest and slowly rubbed it across my top and onto my shoulders. I laid my head down and closed my eyes. I felt her hands move further down my stomach. Meanwhile, my cock was throbbing and I could feel it pulsing. When she got down below where my waistline would be, my cock twitched. What happened next was unexpected. Amy gently cupped my hard cock in both hands and started to slowly massage sunscreen all over it.

"Sorry bro," I heard a catch in her voice. "But we don't want this getting sunburned."

And then she rubbed some more lotion onto my balls and she was so gentle and methodical that it was literally the best my cock has ever felt. She cupped my balls with one hand and massaged my shaft with the other for a few seconds. And then she stopped.

"Well that was interesting!" She laughed.

"Um yeah, my sister just stroked my dick."

"It's not sexual." She said. "Yes, getting naked is a sexually-charged thing, but I wasn't stroking per se. I was just rubbing sunscreen on it and you happen to be hard."

"Ok sure," I said, and we both laughed.

But anyway now you can just be normal."

"This is definitely not normal."

"Well, let's think of it as the new normal."

Amy laid down next to me and grabbed my hand and just held it. Then thankfully she just started talking to me like nothing just happened. It was oddly comforting. She told me about school and her new friends. After a few minutes it felt really normal. My boner subsided after a while, and we spent a couple more hours catching up and it was really great. And she was right – after the initial shock of being naked, it soon wore off and just felt kind of normal.

We eventually left, spent the afternoon walking around South Beach, which was fun, and then went back to her place farther south. It was about 5pm. The plan was to get changed and go out around where she lives. When we got to her place, as soon as we got inside she casually took her clothes off and left them in a small pile on the floor.

"Really," I said.

"What? Am I shocking you with my nudity all of a sudden? You don't have to. But you'll feel more awkward being the clothed one."

I just shrugged and pulled my shorts off then threw my shirt on her bed. Amy was standing in front of the fridge in her little kitchen. She pulled out a bottle of white wine and put some glasses on the counter and poured it out. There was a little table with two chairs we sat on and just drank and talked. It was starting to feel pretty normal. After a while she said, "You want to take a shower and then we can head out?"

"Yeah ok. You want to go first?"

"Or we can go together," She said flatly, staring at me seductively before cracking into a smile and laughing.

"You know what? We should. After all, it's not sexual, right?"

"Now you're getting it!" She said.

But we didn't actually take a shower together. Her bathroom is really small and the shower stall barely fits one person, much less two. So we sort of traded off. I sat on the counter and talked to her while she showered and then we switched and I showered while she brushed her hair in the mirror. I got dressed before her and sat on her bed while she looked through her closet and pulled out a little blue sun dress that she pulled on over her head without putting on underwear. She strapped on some sandals and we were off. We went to eat and the place had live music so we stuck around for a while. When we got home it wasn't too late but I was exhausted. Only then did it occur to me that there was one bed and no sofa in her tiny apartment.

Again, the moment we got in the door, Amy pulled off her dress in one smooth movement like it was the most normal thing in the world. It was becoming normal for me, too, and she was right that I would have felt like the weird one not being naked. So I dropped my jeans on the floor and took off my shirt. There we were again, naked. This time we sat on her bed and drank another bottle of wine while we just talked. She was sitting cross-legged in front of me, and I would occasionally glance at her pussy, which was glistening. At some point I started to get hard, and it was really noticeable.

"You're hard," Amy said matter-of-factly.

"Yeah. Sorry. I think maybe it's the wine."

"And maybe looking at my pussy a little?"

"Right. Also that. Look, I'm sorry. I can't help it. I see pussy, my brain reacts."

"It's ok. I'm not offended." She paused for a bit and then added, "I also don't mind looking at your cock. I've never seen it hard before. It's nice."

"Is it?" I took the opportunity to insert some humor by thrusting my hips up as if to show it off. She laughed.

"Yes!" She laughed. "I honestly haven't seen anyone's dick in a while."

Amy had one serious boyfriend in high school, and they had broken up senior year. After that, she just figured she was going away anyway and that maybe she'd meet someone at college, so the whole summer she hadn't had sex with anyone, and she hadn't met anyone at school yet either. I was in the same situation.

"I masturbate a lot," Amy blurted out, laughing, before downing the rest of her wine.

"Me too," I said, "I'm a walking dry spell."

We both laughed for a few seconds. Then Amy cocked her head to one side and said, "Like, how do you do it?"

"What do you mean?"

"Masturbate."

"Are you serious? You don't know how this is done?"

"I know how it is done. I mean what's your technique?"

"Technique? I have to have a technique? I don't get it. Do you have a technique?"

"Yeah. Maybe girls are different. My friends all do it differently."

"Really?" I was seriously intrigued by this conversation all of a sudden.

"You remember Rebecca from high school? She used to rub against her teddy bear!" We both laughed. "And this new friend Elena puts her finger in her butt."

After we stopped laughing, I just asked her, "So how do you do it?"

"What? Oh. On my stomach."

"What? How does that work?" I said, genuinely confused.

"Like this," She said, and flipped over on her stomach and reached her hands down under her pelvis to rub her pussy. "I, like, grind my pussy against my hands," she said as she started slowly rotating her hips as if to demonstrate. I was mesmerized, watching my sister masturbate. And she didn't stop. This wasn't like a two-second tutorial. After half a minute it seemed awkwardly silent, and I felt I had to say something.

"So am I really going to watch my sister masturbate right now?"

She laughed and said, "I think so? Now that I've started I sort of don't want to stop. Is it too weird? I can stop."

"No no," I said. "It's fine. This whole day has been totally weird. Why stop now?"

She giggled, but kept slowly and methodically grinding her hips against her hands.

"Make yourself comfortable," she said, "This may last a while."

I propped some pillows up against the wall and sat there staring at my sister masturbating. She moved to position herself right in front of me, with her legs spread, facing away.

"Better view?" She asked, grinning.

There was a catch in my voice when I said that it was. I was rock hard, staring at my sister slowly grinding her hips against her hands which were at this point very wet. Every once in a while she would stretch her finger up to her asshole and gently rub it with her wet fingers, circling it and pushing the tip of her finger gently inside.

"You should stroke that hard cock," she said, her voice different now, more breathy, looking back at it over her shoulder.

I grabbed my shaft and started slowly stroking up and down while she watched me. After a few minutes she buried her face in the mattress and started rocking her hips faster.

"You wanna watch me cum?" she said. I didn't answer. I was too busy stroking my cock and watching her glistening pussy.

"Oh fuck, oh yes, I'm cumming!" She moaned. She stopped thrusting her hips and I watched her tight little asshole contract hard several times. I stroked my cock faster, feeling an orgasm coming. Amy turned around to face me and just watched. She looked me in the eyes and said quietly, "I want to see you cum."

That was all it took. Two more strokes and I had the best orgasm of my life. Rope after rope of hot cum spurted from my cock onto my stomach and chest. I panted hard. Amy smiled contentedly.

After a minute we were calmed down and just sitting there. Amy grabbed a t-shirt off the floor and started gently wiping the cum off of my stomach.

"Well that was definitely interesting," She laughed.

And that wasn't even the highlight of the weekend.

Amy got up to pee. With the door open. I sat on the bed and watched her while she sat on the toilet. She smiled and waved at me. I smiled and shook my head. She came back and sat on the bed again, facing me.

"I guess we should talk about that," she said.

"Ya think?" We both laughed.

"So..." I started, but didn't really know where to go with it.

"Right," she said. "That was definitely sexual." She giggled and patted my knee. "But not, like, between us. Does that make sense?"

"We just co-masturbated," I said.

She laughed.

"Yeah but," she said, "Like, why do you think it wasn't weird?"

"We continue to disagree on the meaning of the term weird." We both laughed.But I understood what she meant. Being a twin is a thing a lot of people cannot relate to. You grow up never really feeling like you are an individual. I know other twins – identicals – for whom this is a much bigger deal. Their DNA is identical. Think about that. You are never really your own person. You are always defined as one of a pair. Your pictures from your childhood have you in the same outfits. People call you "the twins." You can either embrace it or reject it. I have heard of twins that have sour relationships in part because they had to exert their independence from each other to feel like an individual.

For Amy and me, it was the opposite. We never had to compete for attention or anything like that. Maybe because she is a girl, we never really fought the way two boys might. In fact, it was always really comforting for both of us that we had each other. It is very much like having an extension of yourself. Our relationship has always been more honest because we never felt like there was any chance of betrayal because you wouldn't betray yourself, you know? Anyway, we have shared a lot of intimate details over the years, from as long as I can remember. Embarrassing things you may never tell a soul, we would readily confide in each other about. There are things we know about each other that we will take to the grave. Advice on everything under the sun was always a short conversation away.

It is for all these reasons that I understood what she meant by all this not being weird. It is because she feels as comfortable with me regarding literally everything as I do with her. After your sister has driven to bring you a change of clothes after you accidentally shit your pants at work, there is not much that is off limits. (That is a true story, and it just pained me deeply to recall that memory and write that sentence.) After you have been the only person she would trust to carefully examine her butthole because it was itchy and she was afraid it was something horrible, nothing feels like you cannot go there. Simply put, we have been "bros" for so long, had each other's backs so many times, and been so intimately intertwined for so long, that I totally understood what she was trying to say. Jerking off alone is totally normal. Jerking off with someone who feels like an extension of yourself, while maybe not totally normal, is also not out of the realm of reason.

"I know what you mean," I said. "I feel like I should feel guilty for violating some major taboo, but I don't at all."

"Right! That's what I'm saying. Even though that was obviously sexual, it just felt like we were doing it together. But not with each other." She looked at me, and I was smirking and she laughed and hit my leg playfully.

"I'm not explaining this very well," she said.

"No, yes you are," I said.

"You're my brother, but you're like my best friend. But it's more than that." She was looking at the wall over my shoulder, searching for words.

"It's like you're me," I said.

"Right, yeah," she said. "I feel as comfortable around you as I do myself. I literally don't feel a difference. There are married couples who never pee in front of each other, but we've always been totally open with each other about everything."

She stood looking at me for a few moments, and then added, "I hope this doesn't sound wrong, but the reason I know this isn't weird is because I don't want to have sex with you."

I didn't realize it until she said it, but that was exactly why it wasn't weird. There was no lust, no longing, no unrequited love or anything that would feel deeply confusing. We just got off together. We had walked in on each other several times in the past doing the exact same thing, and it wasn't some big deal that was totally embarrassing. In fact, I am surprised that we didn't do something like that way back when puberty was hitting, just to experiment together, because that is something we totally would have done.

"Wait that might have come out wrong," she said, and then started giggling.

"No, no," I said. "You just put your finger on it. Other people probably couldn't understand because they don't have our history together, but you're right. This doesn't feel one bit illicit."

"Right," She said, "So we're good."

"We're good," I said. "We're weird, but we're good."

Then she leaned in and hugged me while we were both laughing.

"So now what?" She asked, after we had pulled apart.

"I mean, I guess we stay naked and randomly masturbate when the mood strikes?"

She hit me with a pillow and said, "Yep that about sums it up!" Then she was still smiling when she said, "I've really got the greatest brother."

We fell asleep that night holding hands. The next morning I woke up and she was gone. There was a text on my phone that she had gone for a jog, so I got up and took a shower. I had only been in the shower a couple minutes when she came home. I have a little mirror in my shower, but she doesn't. So I was trying to shave by hanging out the shower and looking in the bathroom mirror. She had stripped her clothes off at the door as usual and came in the bathroom and sat down on the toilet.

"I have to pee so bad," she said. "You're getting water all over the place!"

"Sorry. I usually shave in the shower, but this isn't going very well."

"Well hold on," she said, giving her pussy a quick wipe with a wad of toilet paper, "I'll help."

Then she stood up and crammed into the shower with me and held her hand out, so I gave her the razor. Her shower is really tight. It's just a one-person stand-up stall, definitely not intended for two people. So we were skin on skin, and I was trying to get far enough away from her so she could maneuver her arms, and it turned out the best way to do that was to lean our backs against the walls with our legs stretched out, but to do that they had to be intertwined so she was straddling one of my thighs. She is a little shorter than me, so her pussy was right on my leg.

She started carefully shaving my face with the razor. She was so gentle. It reminded me of how gentle she had been yesterday when she had rubbed sunscreen on my cock. I started to get hard thinking about it. I was actively trying not to, because this was not my objective for my shower at all, but there we were. She was concentrating so hard on shaving my face that she didn't notice until she was satisfied with her work, rinsed the razor off for the last time while feeling my face for smoothness with her other hand, and then went to reach across to put the razor on the little bathroom counter and she brushed my rock hard cock with her other hand.

"Dave!" She said, looking down at my throbbing cock. "Does shaving make you horny or something?" She started laughing.

"I can't help it! It just happens."

"I'm just kidding. Here, I'll wash it for you. That should give you a thrill."

"No, Amy, really," I started, but she had already squirt a little soap on her hands and was rubbing them together. She gently caressed my cock with the soap for a few seconds, rubbing my balls, gently stroking the shaft a few times.

"See? Totally normal," she said through a fit of giggles.

"Now do me," she said, and turned around, and pushed her ass out slightly with her palms flat against the wall. I squirt some soap in my hand from the dispenser on the wall, rubbed my hands together a bit, and then reached one hand around to her pussy while I slid the other down the crack of her ass until I felt her asshole. I slowly rubbed each area for a few seconds, and then that was that.

"Ok quick, move. I have to rinse this off fast otherwise it burns."

Amy pushed me out of the way, and I figured we were done with shower time anyway, so I got out and dried off while she finished washing her hair. We started our day without any further incident, which was strangely fine with me. Had it been a girlfriend of mine, I would have fucked her right then and there, but this whole thing is different.

That day we went to Haulover Beach again. This time it wasn't weird at all. We got there and took our clothes off like it was no big deal. I rubbed sunscreen on my own dick this time. I didn't really get a boner, though it did feel exhilarating to walk down to the water this time. The ocean was really warm and we floated in the waves a bit. Being naked in the ocean feels really different.

That night we went to a hookah lounge for dinner called Oasis. Neither one of us has a fake ID, so we cannot drink when we go out, so bars can be a little boring unless there is live music or something. This place was kind of cool. They bring hookahs to your table. The food was pretty good.

There was a group of guys at a table next to us that kept looking at Amy. I mentioned it and she turned to look at them and smiled and waved, exactly the way she might smile and wave to you while sitting on the toilet. To the untrained eye, it probably doesn't look sarcastic.

Anyway, then a funny thing happened. Amy grabbed her purse and went to the restroom, and while she was gone, the guys went into "bro mode" turning around to me with this line: "You're a lucky man." Then another dude chimed in with, "Yeah bro. Definitely a keeper." They were in their early twenties, not drunk yet, so probably not dangerous. I honestly got the impression they were just being complimentary.

Then I said, "Thanks man, but she's my sister." Then there was some more witty remarks, but nothing offensive.

When Amy came back, the guys were now a little more overt. The guys with their backs to her were turning around and glancing a bit. The check came, and one of the guys who had talked to me before said, "You're not already leaving are you?" But he said it to Amy and not to me. Then Amy came and sat on my side of the table so we were both facing them, put her arms around my neck and gave me a kiss on the cheek and said, "Yeah, sorry. I can't wait to take this guy home and see what happens."

There were some confused looks on their faces as I quickly signed the check and we hurried out. In the car I explained to her that her fake boyfriend ploy probably looked strange because I had already told them she was my sister. We both laughed about it all the way home.

So we got back to her place and when we got inside the door I expected her to dump her clothes on the floor as usual, but instead she sat on the bed and beckoned me over. I stood in front of her and she reached out to undo the button on my jeans and unzipped them and tugged at the sides. I helped her by pushing them down, along with my boxers. I pulled my shirt off over my head and I started to get hard. There is something erotic about being fully naked in front of a girl who is fully clothed. I can't really explain it. But Amy wasn't looking at my cock. She was looking into my eyes.

"I have a surprise for you," she said.

"Oh? What's that?" I asked.

"I'll show you," she said, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. Then she gently pushed me back so she could stand up. She steadied herself with her hand on my shoulder while she pulled her sandals off and then turned around with her ass to me and raised her arms in the air. I took the cue and pulled her flowy little dress up over her head and tossed it on the floor next to the bed. Then she slowly crawled onto the bed with her ass toward me, and there was a pink jeweled butt plug in her ass. She looked over her shoulder and smiled and wiggled her ass playfully.

She knew exactly what she was doing. A year ago I had told her a story about my then-girlfriend who wore a butt plug the first time we hooked up and I had told Amy it was really hot. That was the only girl that had ever been adventurous in that department, and it remains a highlight of my admittedly short sexual career.

"Amy!"

"You like it?" She giggled, arching her back a little more, sticking her butt higher in the air.

"Oh my God," I said. She laughed.

"I stuck it in my ass when I went to the restroom at the hookah place."

"Oh my God," I said again. I was just staring at her pussy with that little pink jewel in her ass.

"You want to come check it out?" She asked. "It's about time to co-masturbate, I think." At that we both laughed.

I kneeled my way onto the bed, my hard cock glistening at the tip with precum, and she crawled forward a bit. I didn't know exactly what to do but just look at it.

She reached a hand between her legs and started slowly rubbing her clit. It was mesmerizing.

"You can touch it if you want," she said quietly.

"I can? Like how?"

"Like any way you want," she said, closing her eyes slowly and concentrating on other things. She then assumed her preferred position for getting off, and her butt cheeks closed around her butt plug a bit. I reached out with my thumb and forefinger and gently tugged on the jewel. Amy moaned softly. Then I pulled on it a little more firmly and her asshole clenched a bit. Then I pushed on it. After a while we fell into a rhythm. While she was slowly grinding her pussy against her hands, I was gently fucking her asshole with her shiny metal butt plug. She started moving faster, and the plug slipped out and I dropped it on the bed and it bounced and rolled onto the floor.

"No!" She moaned jokingly, "I was so close!"

Without thinking about it, I immediately pushed my finger into her asshole. She flipped her head around to look at me over her shoulder, and when our eyes met she smiled and pushed her ass against my finger, burying it deeper, then closed her eyes and buried her face in the pillow. Now she was fucking my finger with her asshole while grinding her pussy against her hand. It was less than a minute later that she stopped and whispered, "Feel me cum." Her asshole contracted around my finger several times as she collapsed on the bed. It was the hottest thing I have ever experienced, and I am pretty sure I haven't even seen a porno that was more perfectly sexy.

"Oh my God. That was the best orgasm I've ever had." She said it into the pillow, so it was muffled. Then she started giggling and alternately taking deep breaths and exhaling. I leaned back against some pillows against the wall and just looked at her. After a minute she pushed herself up on all fours, turned around to face me and said, "Your turn?"

"I am NOT sticking that thing in my ass," I said, and we both laughed.

She layed down on her stomach, elbows on the bed, her chin in her hands, just inches from my hard cock, staring at it.

"I just want to watch you," she said. "Is that ok?"

Without saying anything, I grabbed my cock by the shaft and started slowly stroking it. She was staring at my dick, I'd like to say admiringly, but it might have been more like simple fascination. We were quiet, and I was just doing my thing. She occasionally looked up at me, but mostly was just staring at my cock as I slowly stroked it. I eventually closed my eyes and leaned my head back against the wall. Then I felt her warm little hand gently cup my balls and knead them slowly while I continued stroking my cock. I never do that to myself, and let me tell you, it felt amazing. I didn't open my eyes. I started stroking faster and I felt an orgasm building.

"You want to watch me cum?" I whispered through short breaths.

"Yes, cum for me," she whispered back. And with that I felt her other hand grab the shaft of my cock below mine and gently squeeze it. I moaned in approval. Then seconds before I was about to come, she gently pushed my hand away and I opened my eyes and looked down to see her flipping her hair to one side as she took my cock in her mouth and sucked it slowly for a few seconds before I exploded into her mouth. I couldn't believe what I was seeing, and it felt amazing. She sucked gently, swallowing my cum until the last twitch of my cock. She looked up at me and smiled.

"Amy. Jesus Christ."

"I've always wanted to do that, but it always seemed gross."

"Ohhhkaaaay," I said, closing my eyes and trying to recover from that amazing orgasm.

"It just seemed like the right thing to do," she said simply. "I hope you don't mind." Her face showed no actual concern. In fact, she was grinning because she knew damn well I didn't mind. It was the most appropriate reciprocal action to me sticking my finger up her ass. I knew why it made perfect sense in her mind.

"This is turning out to be a really interesting weekend," I said.

"I know. We're going to have to plan another visit soon." She winked at me and then bounded off of the bed to the bathroom.

My head stopped spinning. I was staring at the ceiling, mentally replaying the previous few minutes of my life over and over in rapid succession. What did she just say? I dropped my head down and looked into the bathroom at Amy, sitting on the toilet and looking at me. She grinned and waved. The way she waves is the same she has always done it since we were kids. First she smiles, and her eyes squint when she does, which is how you know she's really smiling, and then she raises her arm, waits a second and waves her hand once. It is the Amy sign language version of "sup man?"

Amy is not a particularly girly girl. I mentioned before that she is objectively pretty, and she definitely has a fit body, but I have always thought of her somewhat androgenously, if that makes sense. Maybe it is because she is my sister, but I don't see her as a girl as much as I just see her as a person. I never had lustful feelings for her. Her personality in general is also very independent. She never seemed to care what other people thought of her, she didn't have a ton of friends, and the few that she did have were from her lacrosse team or the academic decathlon team. "Acadeca" is exactly what it sounds like; teams of smart kids compete in different subjects. The team called Amy the "master-debater" because of her oral skills.

Amy focused on her studies more than I did. She is objectively smarter than me, but more than that, she is more confident in a way. It's like she doesn't have insecurities that might make another person seek the approval of the "in crowd" or succumb to peer pressure in any way that I have ever seen. In high school she had an occasional beer at a party, but just because she was thirsty, whereas other girls were getting shitfaced and having blackout sex because they thought that's what you have to do. Not Amy though – she has always seemed to know exactly what she was doing, and she knew that it was the right thing, and she was always totally honest, maybe because she had nothing to hide. A lot of who I am is because of her positive influence on me, and I have always just respected her.

Still looking at me, Amy wiped between her legs quickly, reached behind her to flush the toilet and jumped onto the bed, crashing into me on purpose.

"You've always wanted to do what?" I asked.

"What?"

"What did you always want to do?"

"When?"

"Just now."

"Pee?"

"No. Before. After you swallowed your brother's cum. Do you remember that detail?"

She laughed and lightly punched my arm. "Yes, I do recall something like that!"

"You said you always wanted to do that."

"I did."

"Did what?"

"What what?" She said, cocking her head to the side. Then it dawned on her what I was asking. "OH! No. I didn't mean I have always wanted to...do that to YOU, I meant I always wanted to do...that."

"Wait. You've done that before. You told me you did with Bobby."

"Well, I've done that, but I haven't done THAT," she said matter-of-factly.

"Wait I'm confused," I said. "You haven't done what?"

"Swallowed," she said. "Can we back up a sec? I have never wanted to suck your dick," and when she said "suck your dick" she made air quotes with each word teasingly, "until five minutes ago. I am not even sure I want to suck your dick," and she did the air quotes again, "at all, but the thought of eating someone else's cum always grossed me out. For some reason, right now, with you, it wasn't gross."

Ohhh," I said. "Um. Ok?"

"Actually David," she looked around her as if someone might be listening before continuing, "I have secretly always wanted you and I lured you here to seduce you and kill you and later I am going to boil your rabbit."

"Shut up," I said, and we were both laughing.

She patted my knee reassuringly. "You said it earlier today that we are in uncharted territory, and I obviously agree, but this isn't going to turn into a psychological thriller, I promise."

"I wasn't suggesting that," I said. "I just misunderstood."

"Yeah no big deal," she said, a big grin spreading over her face, "But that was awesome, wasn't it?"

"Hold up," I said, "First of all, yes, thank you, but are you telling me you have never, you know, swallowed?"

"Nope. Gross. Remember, I've only been with two guys, ever. Seth was my first and you know how that went, so I didn't even get a dick anywhere near my face until Bobby, and even then it wasn't all that often and I would just sort of point it away or use my hand. I've honestly only even done that a few times anyway."

"Huh," I said. "Really."

"Why?" She said, "Is that wrong?"

"No, no, not at all," I said.

"I mean, I've also never had anyone stick their finger in my ass," she pushed me and started laughing. I felt my face burn slightly and I looked away, but she immediately jumped on me and hugged me, giggling. "And it was awesome! Don't think for a minute you just took advantage of my virgin ass."

"Well, I prefer virgin ass." I said straight-faced, quoting one of our favorite movies, "All I'm saying is that if you're going to eat a sandwich, you would enjoy it more if you knew no one had fucked it."

She laughed hard. Then she said, "I'm glad it was you, though. Honestly, I haven't spent nearly enough time on sex, and I still don't think I know what I'm doing. I can do anything with you and it doesn't matter if I fuck it up."

"Well you definitely are not fucking up so far," I assured her. "Besides," I said, "It's not that big of a deal. You just do what feels good and it just sort of falls into place, right?"

"Maybe," she said. "I don't know. I mean, sex obviously feels good in general, but I just had the best orgasm of my short sexual career five minutes ago and I think it's mostly because I feel comfortable with you."

"That and my finger in your ass?"

She hit me with a pillow. "Yes, also that," she said. "By the way, seriously. Thanks for that. I mean, that was really erotic."

"That it was," I said. "Shall we discuss the blowjob now or?"

Now she turned a bit red and smiled and looked down. "Well, it wasn't technically a blowjob," she said, "I just showed up at the end. But yeah. That was awesome. I don't know what I was expecting, but it wasn't that."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, it was like a compulsion," she started to explain, then was silent for a few seconds while she gathered her thoughts. She kneeled in front of me and placed her hands on my knees and continued. "It was like every fiber in my being wanted to suck your essence out of you and have it inside of me. The second I knew I was going to do it, my heart started beating so hard all of a sudden, and then when I put my mouth around your cock, I actually felt my pussy gush with wetness, and when you came, it was warm and forceful in my mouth, and when the first spurt filled my mouth, my pussy twitched a few times. I literally had another mini orgasm at the thought of swallowing your cum. And it just kept coming. Streams of hot cum filled my mouth, and the first two I swallowed quickly, but then the next few were smaller and I just let them fill my mouth to savor the moment. My whole body tingled with, like, electricity, if that makes sense, and I swallowed the rest and wanted more. I wanted you to fill me up. I would have stayed there, swallowing your cum for another half hour if that was an option." She looked down at the bed, lost in thought. "Yeah," she said. "That was truly mind-blowing." Then she cocked her head and smiled at me and tapped my knees with her hands.

I took a few seconds to say anything. "That is the single best description of a blowjob I have ever heard," I said.

"Thanks," she said simply. "I mean, do you know what I'm saying? Has that ever happened to you?"

"I have never sucked a dick, no."

"Come on, be serious," she said, but she was smiling. "Have you ever had like a bodygasm when you were with a girl?"

"To be honest Amy," I said, "The best sex I have ever had has been co-masturbating with you this weekend." We both laughed every time we used the term now. "I've only had one more girlfriend than you've had boyfriends, and I don't exactly get around."

"That's probably a good thing," she said, then added, "The good news is you can experiment with me now, since we're, you know, doing this now."

"I can? Like how?"

"Like any way you want," she said, smirking. "I mean, we've established that it's not sexual, so," and she started laughing and I rolled my eyes, but she continued, "so I mean, why not? We're obviously comfortable with each other, and this is obviously yet another thing we are taking to the grave. So I don't know, why not just learn from each other?"

"Can I just say," I started, then stopped and looked at her for a few seconds before continuing. "Can I just say that this is NOT how I expected the weekend to go?"

She laughed and changed her position, sitting cross-legged in front of me now. "I know! I know. But, well, everything happens for a reason, and I'm learning to just go with it."

"Just go with it," I said.

"Yep."

"Ok, well, now what?" I asked.

"Whatever we want, I guess."

"Like, whatever?"

"Is there something you'd like to discuss, David?" She asked, placing her hands on her hips.

"There is, in fact."

"Ok then. Out with it."

"I want you to teach me to eat pussy," and I was surprised at the catch in my voice as I said it. "Really well." My heart started beating harder. I cannot explain why, but thinking back on it, this was the first intentional thing between us. Everything else had just sort of happened in the moment. I felt strangely vulnerable. I half expected her to burst into laughter, or maybe throw me a witty comment, but she didn't. She looked at me for a few seconds, and her voice softened before she responded.

"Come over here, you," she said quietly, crawling backwards with her hands and laying down.

I leaned forward and followed her. As she laid down on her back and spread her legs, I laid on my stomach between them.

"Start up here," she said, pointing to her neck.

I pulled myself further up her body to reach her neck and looked at her expectantly. She turned her head to the side and brushed the long, taught tendon in her neck. "Here," she said softly, "gentle but firm."

I opened my mouth and pressed it against her neck, sucking lightly, tasting her salty skin. My mouth watered and I swallowed hard. Amy put one hand on the back of my head and ran her fingers lightly through my hair. I had started at her clavical and was stretching up to the top of her neck when I became aware of the shaft of my cock pressed hard against her pubic bone. She was slowly, almost imperceptibly, grinding against it with her wet pussy.

"Mmmm," she said in my ear, "that makes me tingle." After a few minutes, she gently pushed my head down with both of her hands to her chest. "Now here," she whispered.

I took her nipple in my mouth and sucked hard. She pulled back a bit and said, "Gentle. Always gentle. Swirl around it with your tongue. That's right. Now lightly suck. Mmmm. That's good. Now give me your finger."

I offered my finger to her mouth and she sucked on it, swirling her tongue around it. Then she directed it toward her other nipple. While I swirled my tongue around her erect nipple, I mimicked the action with my finger on the other one. After a few minutes, she pushed my head further down to her abdomen. I looked up at her expectantly.

"My belly button," she said. I gently licked around her navel and flicked at her piercing a bit, and then put my tongue deep in her navel and she arched her back and moaned.

"Some girls may not like that, but I LOVE it," she giggled and squirmed a bit when I went a little faster.

After a few minutes, she put both of her hands on each side of my head and tugged me gently upward to look at her. She looked into my eyes and whispered, "I want to feel my pussy in your mouth."

I kissed my way down her stomach, then to her navel again, and then as I started to move below that, my heart started pounding and I felt her hands trembling as they gently held my head. A few seconds later I was kissing her smooth mound, and then I opened my mouth wide and plunged my tongue deep into her dripping wet pussy. Amy arched her back and panted hard.

"Oh fuck," she said, and exhaled deeply. "Fuck David that feels so good."

All I could do is moan in agreement. Her pussy juices were smeared all over my mouth and were running down into the crack of her ass. With one of my fingers I gently pushed at her asshole and she pulled her legs up to give me better access.

"I was hoping you would do that," she panted as she pressed her asshole against my finger. "Ok now gently. My clit. Not on it, but around it."

I obliged, being careful to avoid direct contact.

"Not up and down," she said, "But in circles. Slow circles. Oh fuck, that's it. Now push against the top with your tongue. Firm, but gentle."

I got that I was supposed to do with my tongue what she does with her hands when she masturbates, so I pushed hard against the hood of her clit and circled slowly and she started grinding against my tongue while gently fucking my finger with her asshole. We got into a slow rhythm which sped up slightly, matching her quickened breathing.

"I'm going to cum in your mouth," she whispered quickly. And then she did. I felt her asshole clench hard around my finger and I plunged my tongue deep into her pussy to feel her contractions on it. A gush of wetness filled my mouth and I swallowed it eagerly. I pushed my finger into her ass as far as it would go and she gasped as another hard contraction hit her. As her orgasm subsided, I continued to lightly graze my tongue across her pussy and she whimpered and bucked her hips involuntarily when I gently flicked her clit.

For a while we just laid there as her breathing returned to normal. I had my head on her stomach and she was lightly raking her fingers through my hair. I had my ear against her abdomen and could hear her pulse subside from its previous pounding. After a few minutes I looked up at her and she smiled.

"How'd I do?" I smiled.

"You dork," she laughed and pushed my head off her stomach. "But seriously, that was a pretty good start." We both laughed. We just laid there and didn't say anything for a while. I brushed her thigh with my fingers and she had her hand on my shoulder.

And then her phone rang a couple of times and she sat up quickly.

"What?" I asked.

"That's mom's ringtone," she said, laughing. "Should we say hi?"

"Don't you fucking dare," I said.

Then she jumped up and went to the table in the kitchen area and picked up her phone and held it up for me to see.

"Don't," I said.

But it was too late.

"Hi mom," she answered with her sweetest voice. I rolled my eyes.

I am not going to bore you with the details of that conversation, but the result was that our parents are taking us to Hawaii for winter break. They have a couple of time shares, and they exchanged one for a week in Maui. So, yay. It looks like the next time I see Amy will be in December. Amy has all kinds of ideas for how we are going to "co-masturbate" while on vacation in Maui, but I personally cannot see me getting into the mood if I have to look my parents in the eyes at breakfast the next morning. Who knows. I'll just go with it, as Amy would say.

Amy and I had a long talk that night, and we decided that this was just the "new normal" as she put it, but if either one of us ever felt bad or uncomfortable, that that would be the end of it, and we would both be cool with it. The next morning she drove me to the airport at zero dark thirty for an early flight back home. I got out and she walked around to the curb and gave me a big hug and a kiss on the cheek and that was that.

Our family doesn't usually spend Thanksgiving at home. I mentioned before that our mom is a flight attendant, so the whole family can fly for free subject to the various standby and companion rules of the airline.

Thanksgiving day is actually a really good time to travel because people mostly travel right before Thanksgiving. When Amy and I were about ten years old, our family started flying to Thanksgiving in some other city rather than spending it at home. It's actually really cool. We can get anywhere in the country in a few hours or less, and we stay at a nice hotel and have dinner there. Our parents are geniuses to have figured this out. Hotels generally have an amazing Thanksgiving dinner.

This year we all met in Miami since Amy is there and we have never been there as a family. To keep us all together, my parents got two rooms at the Ritz Carlton in South Beach. Amy and I shared a room for two nights. I am telling you this for a few reasons:

1. Nothing happened between Amy and I. We actually talked about the fact that it felt weird for both us with our parents there. I used the term "disrespectful," sort of like hooking up with someone when their parents are home. Amy just thought there was no way she could possibly feel in the mood to do anything at all. Family time is family time. Yes, we shared a bathroom. Yes, we saw each other naked. It just wasn't a big deal. It felt like living together when we were at home. There was no intent, so there was no action.

2. Neither of us particularly cared that nothing happened. There is no lust here between us. We talked about this, too. Amy and I agree that two (related) people can engage in a shared sexual activity without the participants being the object of the activity. It may sound weird, but that's where we're at. You can jerk off with someone without wanting to fuck them.

3. The Ritz Carlton is awesome. Dinner was great. I highly recommend, particularly if you are sponsored. It's in a good part of Miami beach, near the Delano hotel, which is pretty swank, the Shore Club, which is really nice, and some good restaurants.

PLANETARY ALIGNMENT

Here is the relevant bit of conversation from Thanksgiving: The way schedules worked out, Amy and I were to be in Maui alone together for two days. Both of our semesters coincidentally ended on the 12th. The way the timeshare got booked, it was actually going to sit empty for a few days, and our mom figured we might as well use it as much as possible so we would go ahead of time, and the parentals would catch up with us on the weekend. This is actually not at all unusual for our family. Because of the way we travel, often on standby, we often end up staggering and overlapping our travel.

While my mom was explaining all of this to us nonchalantly, Amy looked at me and smirked. Alone together in a tropical paradise for a few days - what could possibly go wrong? We had talked about it a lot since then, and we had both been looking forward to our own mini-vacation. The thought of putting down my pencil on my last final and heading straight to the airport to go to a tropical island has sounded better and better with each passing day.

WE WENT TO MAUI

The best way to fly standby is to build trips through a major hub airport because there are more flights and a greater chance of there being unsold seats. This means we are very familiar with DFW. I was actually flying the opposite direction from the west coast to get there, and Amy was meeting me there so we could pick up the same nonstop at around 11am.

Amy got to Dallas before me and was waiting at my gate when my flight landed. When I got off the plane I saw her running toward me and beaming. I had just enough time to drop my backpack before she jumped into my arms, hugging me and wrapping her legs around my waist and burying her head in my neck as I scooped her into a tight hug. She gave me a quick peck on the cheek before dismounting.

"Ready for a tropical adventure?" She said.

"You have no idea," I said. "This semester kicked my ass."

"Me too," she said, smiling at me. "Did you eat? Let's go to the airport lounge and get a snack."

We dress nicely when we fly. It is a rule of the airlines that employees and their families have to stick to a dress code while flying standby. I've seen a girl denied boarding because she was wearing leggings and a tank top. Amy looked great in her blue sundress I recognized from the weekend I had spent with her.

"I think I remember that dress," I joked.

She smiled sideways at me. "Do you remember what I like to wear under it?"

I stopped walking and looked at her.

"No, dummy, I'm not," she said, rolling her eyes, "I was not going to try to get a butt plug through airport security."

I started laughing hard at the mental image. "Can you imagine them wanding you and your butt keeps beeping?"

"Ew. No. I meant in my bag. Can you imagine a pervy TSA dude holding it up for mom to see on our way home? That'd be fun. Anyway. No."

They fly a 777 from DFW to OGG, which is nice. It's a long flight - over 8 hours - but you're flying west, so you leave around 11am and get there around 3:30pm. Amy loves to watch movies on planes. She insists that we watch the same one, starting at the exact same time so we can experience it together. She travels well, with noise cancelling headphones, plenty of snacks in her bag, a thin but warm blanket because she is always cold, and a generally cheery attitude. A lot of people are miserable on planes, but Amy sees every flight as an adventure. I like that about her. While on the plane, we had plenty of time to go over Amy's detailed list of things she wanted to do.

If you haven't been to Hawaii, you should go. When you land, the air is moist and warm and it smells like flowers and it's always breezy. We got to the rental car place and got the Jeep my dad had reserved. (And had to pay extra because we aren't 25, which is lame.)

As we drove to Wailea, we had the top off the Jeep, music on, and the warm air swirling around us. The wind was blowing Amy's dress up. To keep it down, she took my hand and placed it on her thigh over her dress with her hand on top of mine and smiled at me. We stopped for some provisions and then found the condo, which was nicer than expected.

As soon as we walked in the door, Amy pulled her dress off over her head in one sweeping motion and dropped it on the floor by the door. She undid her bra and slipped out of her tiny thong and left them in the pile and stretched her arms like a cat.

"Finally," she said. "That feels so much better."

I just stood there, still holding the door, grocery bags in hand, rolling bags still outside.

"Really," I said, "You couldn't wait like one more second, like to maybe help put this shit away?"

"Suck it up, buttercup," she said. "I have to pee."

While Amy was off in one of the bathrooms, I took our stuff inside and put the bags in the kitchen area. Then I opened the sliding glass door and stepped out onto the balcony and looked at our oceanfront view. After a few minutes, Amy came up behind me and hugged me.

"This is amazing," she said.

"I know, right?"

Amy reached around to my waist and started to unbutton my shorts. I turned around to look at her.

"What?" She asked. "Oh sorry. I guess I should have asked. I was totally mentally back in Miami. Are you ok or?"

"No, it's totally fine," I said. "I actually like being naked with you. I just don't have your compulsion to be immediately naked whenever possible."

"Right," she said, "Got it. Suit yourself. By the way you have to see the bathroom."

Amy led me by the hand to the master bedroom and to the huge bathroom with a massive Jacuzzi tub.

"Bath time later, I think," She said, winking at me.

Then she walked past me to the bedroom and jumped on the bed.

"I claim this room," she said, giggling.

It was at that moment that I took a good look at my naked sister and her perfectly trimmed vagina.

"You grew hair," I said with mock surprise.

Amy looked down at her pussy and gave it a little pet with her hand.

"Yeah," she said. "It was time for a little change. You like it? I thought you'd like it."

"I would like your pussy no matter what," I said, "but yes, a little hair is good in my book."

"Come here," she said, and she sat on the corner of the bed and reached out her hands.

I walked over and stood in front of her and she undid my shorts and pulled them down, taking my boxers with them. I pulled my shirt off over my head.

"Doesn't that feel better?" Amy asked.

"Yes, but I wish I had taken my shoes off first. There is no way to look cool taking your shoes off while your pants are around your ankles."

Amy started laughing while I did the least sexy undress I could. And there we were. Again. Naked together. Weirdly not overtly sexually, but still kind of thrillingly.

"Let's see if that kava stuff is any good," She said, jumping off the bed and heading toward the kitchen.

Kava is a root with psychotropic effects. It's totally legal - we bought it at Whole Foods near the airport. It's a powder that you mix with water. It tastes like dirt. It's not like being drunk. It just really mellows you out. It also numbs your tongue and lips a bit. So as the sun set, Amy and I were drinking this dirt water out on the balcony, naked, but sitting under a blanket because it is kind of chilly in the evening. Then she got the bright idea to take a bath together in the huge Jacuzzi tub. So we took our bowl of kava to the tub and she poured some shampoo in to make a bubble bath and there I was taking a bath with my sister.

Amy is silly. She made a beard with bubbles. She put bubbles on her head. She stood up and put a dollop of bubbles on her ass.

"Do I look like a Playboy bunny?"

"Sure, let's go with that."

I got a fake pouty look from Amy at that. She laid back down in the hot water, facing me, and grabbed one of my feet and started rubbing it.

"Still no girlfriend," she said.

"No," I said, "But it's fine. I was busy enough just staying ahead of my work schedule."

"Me too," she said. "Besides, I was looking forward to seeing you anyway." Then she pulled my foot up above the water and kissed my big toe affectionately.

"Yeah I got that from your text last week," I said. Amy dug into my foot hard as a mild punishment.

SEXTING WITH AMY

I was studying at my desk when I saw my phone light up. It was a text from Amy. It was later already, so I knew it was really late where she was in Florida.

"I can't sleep," she wrote, then followed it with "sadface.jpeg."

"Really?" I texted back. "Just try it once. You'll love it, I promise. You don't know the power of the dark side."

It is a quirk of Amy's personality that she refuses to use emojis. I like to tease her about it. I hate them, too, but Amy is convinced they represent the beginning of the end for us all. She is certain that when historians look back on the decline of modern civilization, they will pinpoint the widespread acceptance of emojis as a form of communication for the breaking point of societal stupidity from which we were never able to recover.

She texted back a picture of herself sticking her tongue out.

"Real life emojis are ok," she wrote.

"Oh good." I wrote. "Want me to make a poop emoji for you?"

"Gross."

"Not even an 'LOL'?" I joked.

"Fuck you and your entire generation for your stupidifying of the human race."

"'Stupidifying?'"

"Stupidifying."

"You realize we are in the same generation, right?"

"Yes, but I'm a few seconds older, so. Can I just say I am so looking forward to next week?"

"Me too. You got it all planned out?"

"Yep! I even found a nude beach!"

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"Really? You're not at all looking forward to seeing this?"

Then she did something she has never done. She sent me a pic of her pussy. I guess it's not at all surprising that she was sitting there naked.

"Oh we're sexting now, are we?"

"No. Just setting the tone for our trip. Nighty night."

Then she did something else she has never done. She sent me a tongue-sticking-out emoji.

BACK TO BATH TIME WITH AMY

"Oh I'm sorry," she said, "Shall I not send you pictures of me naked then?"

"No no no," I said quickly and laughing.

"No, really," she added, "Shall I not send you pictures of my dripping wet pussy or my tight little asshole ever again? Because I will happily not do that. I will happily not send you pictures of my hard ass with my butt plug deep in my asshole if that is what you want."

"Shut up," I said, but she maintained her mock serious tone.

"I would just hate to offend you with pictures of my fingers deep in my pussy," she said, and then she raised my foot to her mouth and started swirling her tongue around my big toe.

"I mean, who would want to see me rubbing my clit," she said, and now she was sucking my toe between taunts.

I have never had my toes sucked before. I have never wanted my toes sucked before. I can tell you, though, that at that moment the only thing I wanted was for Amy to suck my toes.

"David," she continued in her mocking tone, "I would hate to think that all of this talk of me sending you pics of me naked might be arousing you."

With that she reached forward under the water to my rock hard cock.

"Oh my," she said, bringing one hand up to her mouth, "what have I done?"

"You suck," I said.

"I do," she said and smirked, "but later."

We spent a few minutes in the tub gently caressing each other. At one point she turned around with her back to me and I massaged her shoulders and rubbed her breasts as she gently rubbed my dick between her butt cheeks. This seems to define our sexual interactions - it is slow and methodical, more exploratory than purposeful. We are not racing toward an orgasm; we are experimenting with each other's bodies.

"See?" she said. "I told you we could totally take a bath in a non-sexual manner."

We both laughed hard at this.

After a while Amy wanted to get out.

"Let's rinse off in the shower," she said.

The shower is one of those large glass-enclosed square rainfall type things. We both got in and started rinsing off.

"Shit," Amy said. "I have to pee."

"So pee," I said.

"I don't want to get water everywhere.""No," I said, "Pee here."

"Ew," she said. "You pee in the shower?"

"Amy," I said, "There are two kinds of people in the world - those who admit they pee in the shower and fucking liars."

"Ok," she said sheepishly, "I admit I have on occasion peed in the shower, but I thought I'd try to maintain some moral superiority."

"Ok so pee," I said.

"I don't think I can now," she said.

"Suit yourself," I said.

I was not intending anything sexual when I suggested she pee in the shower. It was more that I meant I wouldn't care if she did. After a minute or so, however, it got sexual.

"Come over here," Amy said, reaching out for my waist and pulling me into the water where she was.

She reached down and gently took my half-mast cock in her hand, spread her legs slightly, and straddled it, holding one hand under my cock, pressing it upward against her pussy. Then she put her other hand on my chest and closed her eyes in concentration. And then a hot stream of piss rushed out and I looked down to see her pissing all over my cock. I looked up at Amy who now had her eyes open and was looking at me with a more serious look than I had expected. My cock had immediately grown to full hardness and she held it there until she finished.

"You liked that," she said simply.

"I did, apparently," I said. "I was not expecting that to be a thing."

"I have wondered myself," she said, giggling now. "I guess we can add that to the list!"

We both laughed and she put her arms around my waist and hugged me.

"Come on you pervert," she said, "I have another idea now that everyone is all clean."

We got out of the bath and dried off. It is a particularly sweet thing to have someone towel you off, and I remember it feeling affectionate.

Amy handed me a tube of coconut oil she had bought at Whole Foods and laid down on the bed.

"I don't suppose you'd like to massage that into your naked sisters skin, would you?"

I straddled her lower back and got to work. Then it was quiet as I massaged the oil into her back, starting at her shoulders and working my way down. As I moved down, I was conscious of my cock between her butt cheeks, and so was she because she arched her hips and grinded against my cock in an exaggerated way and giggled. Then I got all the way down her legs and to her feet.

"Okay," I said, "Turn over."

"You missed a spot," she said without moving. Then she reached back a hand and put her thumb on her asshole.

"I sure did." I said. "Amy I am so sorry about that."

"Gotta keep these people on their toes, sheesh," she said.

Then I rubbed a small amount of oil onto her asshole and rubbed it in a circular motion, spreading my thumbs out wider to the rest of her ass and around her labia. Her pussy was wet and warm to the touch when I gently rubbed her lips. Then I focused back to her asshole, rubbing it gently and putting the tip of my index finger inside. Amy moaned in approval.

"Come taste my asshole," she said quietly, pushing her thighs outward. I moved off of her so she could spread her legs and laid down between them. I lapped at her pussy first, swallowing a mouthful of her slick juices before getting to her ass.

"Is it coconutty?" she asked.

"Yeah, actually," I said, "and assholey."

She laughed and wiggled her ass. I will admit I had never licked an asshole before.

"Have you ever done this?" I asked quietly after we got back to it.

"No," she whispered back, "but that feels really good."

I gently licked around her asshole, spreading her ass cheeks wide with my hands.

"It feels good when you stretch it like that," she said.

I pulled her ass cheeks farther apart and stuck my tongue inside her asshole, swirling it around as best I could. She moaned in approval.

Amy slipped her hand under her pelvis and started rubbing her clit slowly while I licked hungrily at her asshole. After a few minutes, she reached back with her other hand, pulling me up toward her.

"Come here," she said, "I want to feel your cock against my asshole."

I laid on top of her with my dick in the crack of her ass and she started grinding hard against my cock. Her asshole was slick from the oil and my saliva, and she clenched her ass cheeks around my now throbbing cock. It never occurred to me to enter her. We had talked about that before and it didn't feel right to either of us, but that didn't stop me from imagining my cock inside her asshole.

"Oh fuck David," She panted out, "I'm going to cum."

Amy started to grind harder against my cock, clenching her ass cheeks even harder. And then she suddenly stopped.

"I want you to feel me cum," she breathed hard.

And then she came. I could feel her asshole contracting on the base of my cock as she moaned in pleasure. That put me over the edge and I started thrusting my cock faster. A few more strokes and I came, hard, watching my hot cum shoot onto her back and coating her asshole as I collapsed onto her, breathing hard.

"That was fucking hot," she said after a few minutes. "I officially have a thing with my butt now."

"So do I," I said, and we both started laughing.

I pulled her up and led her to the shower to get cleaned off.

The next morning I woke up early, before sunrise, and Amy was gone from the bed. I found her out on the balcony, naked but wrapped in a blanket, sipping a cup of tea.

"Jetlag," I said.

"Yep," Amy smiled up at me, "I've been up since four."

I went inside to get a cup myself, and came back to join Amy on the loveseat. She put her feet on my lap and cupped her tea close to her chin. We chatted for a half hour until the sunrise. From where we were, the sun actually rose behind us, but our view across the ocean to another island was pretty spectacular, particularly when the sun all of sudden lit it up. It felt like everything came alive.