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I asked her how long she wanted to hang out here. Just how many have you seen anyway? She and I walked the entire length of Big Beachboth still totally nude. On the far end there were a lot of groups of guys that we figured was the gay section. We walked down there looking, commenting, and admiring others while others did the same to us. No one but us knew that we were brother and sister. We sat back down for a bit and I just continued to admire my younger sister and her gorgeous body. She had her legs spread wide for a perfect view of her young, 17 year old pussy. We finally decided to head back to the condo. Stacey said she needed a shower.
God, I hated for her to get dressed, but I knew that in two days I would get to relive all of this again. She had a white tank top that she slid on and her tits were still clearly visible. She pulled on her small skirt cover up with no panties and no bottoms on underneath. She had the sexuality and the poise of a woman twice her age. On the 15 minute trip to the condo, we decided to come back on Saturday and then to try and spend as much time here as we could on this trip. The ride back to the condo was non-eventful and pretty quiet. I knew as soon as I got back to my room, I was jacking off. Our condo was a three bedroom situated right on the beach.
Both she and I had our own rooms. When we got there, she headed to hers and I started hanging up the towels and unpacking the drinks and other items we had taken. I grabbed a beer too and sat down to check my email and texts on my phone. This had been enough for one day. I returned some texts and just sat there reflecting on the day. I jumped in my shower and was planning to lie down afterward, reflect on this day, and jack off. I finished showering and pulled my covers back on the bed and laid down on my side. My cock sprang to action as I closed my eyes and thought back to earlier in the day with Stacey.
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Her eyes flickered down to my stoires breasts as she backed up until she was against the wall. I placed my hands flat on the wall either side of her head, leaning in until I was so close my lips were almost on hers. I leaned in closer and kissed her, pressing my body against hers. After the first week of sharing the bedroom, she began to regularly come back to the room fully dressed, except for her shirt, which she would get out of our closet after she had applied whatever makeup she was going to wear, and deodorant, so I got to check her out in an underwear bra maybe four days a week. Weekends were the exception, of course, since our parents were also home. In turn, she got to see me stripped to my tighty whiteys just about every day, or night at least.
One morning, Stacy was walking out of the bedroom as I was getting out of bed. I was going to do my laundry that day, and wasn't expecting her back in the room anytime soon. After she left, I stripped and took the short walk to the bathroom naked. After my shower, I wrapped my towel loosely around my waist and returned to the bedroom. I went to the closet and got my laundry bag, and then walked over to the bed. As I pulled at the sheets, the combination of the loose towel and my walking around caused the towel to slip, and then fall.
I ignored it, and then shoved it, along with my sheets, pillow case, underwear, shorts, and towel into the laundry bag. I looked at the dresser, and rather than get out a pair of underwear, picked up my comb. I had just started to comb my hair when the bedroom door suddenly opened. Stacy and I both jumped, startled by the other person's sudden appearance. Stacy looked down and then quickly looked up, her face showing embarrassment and amusement. I'm well aware of that little fact, and while yes, it is a little awkward to be standing like this in front of you, it's also a little late for modesty.
Besides, I'm sure you've seen your share of naked guys by now. I turned my back and combed my hair. As I put the comb down, I could see in the mirror that Stacy had her book, but she was just standing between the beds, treating herself to a back view of her naked brother. You came in to get your book. I guess you can leave, now.
I'll see you downstairs. Turning around to look at me, she said "You look very nice like that. It's Siwter the two of us here, you know. I think you should put your underwear back in the drawer, and join me downstairs for breakfast. I'm perfectly fine with you staying just the way you are. I stood there for a minute. Will I do it? Do I go downstairs naked, but with clothes, and immediately get dressed? Why am I wasting time thinking about something that ain't gonna happen? I think it would have been fun to have breakfast with my naked brother. It would be something where she could laugh at my expense, but would also be something we could never share with other family members.
I shadow, telling myself that had on my boyfriend and unbiased comfort, this might be a once in a work experience. She bored me await into the city, where I tarnished some bread into the best and began myself a cup of exotic.
It seemed that way for the rest of the week. Sunday night there was a movie on television that Stacy and I wanted to watch. Of course, our parents watched the late news before going to bed. Stacy and I then changed the channel, turned down the volume, and watched the rest of the movie. We had seen it in the theatre, liked it enough to want to watch it again, and knew there were going to be commercials and cut scenes on the broadcast, so we really didn't mind missing the first part. After the movie was over, we went up to our bedroom. When Stacy entered the room, I was already in bed, with the sheet pulled up to my waist.
Stacy turned off the light and closed the door, but then told me to move over. She joined me on my bed and said she wanted to talk. I assured her that I understood it was an accident, and that I hadn't exactly done anything to stop what happened. The next morning, when she got out of bed to get ready for her shower, I noticed that she had only grabbed a pair of panties from her drawer. Facing me, she then pulled her nightshirt up and off, dropping it on the bed. I stared at the naked breasts I had only been able to dream about, once I realized she had them, thanks mostly to comments made by my friends. Of course, my friends and I had all gotten together to talk about each other's sisters and trade made up stories.
I imagine our sisters said and did the same things about us.