Sara's Car Trip Ch.1 - Sex Stories

Sara's Car Trip Ch.1

This was the first summer both my sister and I were going to be home from college. I was just over my sophomore year and sis was one year younger finishing her freshman year. The annual tradition was a summer vacation and because we were both home dad was going to resume the tradition. "What's in the bag?" "Nothin." She was hiding something. "For the trip?" "Maybe." Sara turned, holding the bag behind her back swinging herself back and forth. "Dad told you where we're going didn't he?" She smiled, "He might of." "Tell me. Just tell me." And I turned from my books. "Do the dishes." "No." I threw myself back in my seat. "I can just wait for dad." She knew I did NOT want to wait. "Ok then," shrugging her shoulders, holding her lower lip out, and she started to walk away. "No. Wait!" And she turned. "What?" "Do the dishes, and I'll do something else for you." She was being sweet and pouty, a great skill she had developed. I just looked at her. She continued in a sing song voice, "If I do it, you'll know where we are going." "Ok. Ok. Dishes," I said. And she ran out of the room. I yelled after her. "You didn't tell me!" All I heard was "WAIT!" After about fifteen minutes, I had started reading my book again, She came back out. "It's . . ." I stared at her, " . . . a bathing suit!" And she put her hands to her hips, turned to the side, head tilted so her hair hung over one shoulder, smiling at me. "Ta Da!" My twenty year old sister was modeling her new swim suit for me. It was ...

... very Red, and very very Small. There were just strings at the sides, little ties at each hip bone. The bottoms were the smallest little triangle, and when she turned, no more than an inch covering her backside. I could see the whole curve of her ass. I took in her narrow waist, the muscles of her shoulders, the curve of her hips, the flat of her tummy centered with a little tear drop navel, narrowing to a little space between her long legs. I loved the look of red against her soft white skin, her long dark hair tusseled and falling about her face, red lips, white teeth smiling at me. In that moment, that image of her was permanently etched in my brain. When did she start looking so hot! I sat up in my chair, staring. Oogling more like. I could not stop looking at her. She smiled and faced me, then turning, looking over her shoulder trying to see her ass. "Well??" Hands on her hips now. "I like it." "Does it look like it fits?" "I like it," was all I could say. She jumped a little. Excitedly. I could see her breasts tugging at the small fabric with each bounce, the soft swells of flesh at the edges. Her legs were apart, Shit I could see the mound of her pussy. I could see whispy hairs peeking from under her bottoms. She looked down her front following my eyes and I saw her blush and pull her legs together quickly, and turn her hip to me. "Sorry, I needed to shave." Turning from me now, but giving me a perfect view of her ass as she did. She looked back again, embarassment in her ...