The Marine

A/N – Hello, dear readers. So no doubt you’ve seen the ‘Ch. 1’ beside the title. First time I’ve done that since my return. The idea behind this is that I wanted to write a long story that’s going to weave its way into… well, to be honest, I’m not entirely sure yet. Part of me wanted to write some sort of erotic thriller based on a little reality with a whole lot of fantasy otherwise. The other part just had an idea and I was wondering where I could take it. At the time of uploading this first chapter, I have around nine chapters written, all needing a little editing, with plenty more chapters planned. I just need to write them.

Done some research into being a Marine (UK version) but I’ve explained that process in later chapters all about that.

At the time of writing, the first nine chapters will all be in the same category, though I have ideas for chapters after that to touch on other subjects (probably ‘Erotic Couplings’ and ‘Mature’) though the idea is for this to primarily focus on the current category.

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I’m sure you’ve watched movies and television or read books about the world of espionage. Shit like James Bond, Jason Bourne and Ethan Hunt spring to mind immediately. Then you might watch other media about the other world, of secret organisations and spies walking among us, and the fact you would never know. No doubt most people think one of two ways. It’s either all bullshit, or it’s got to be based on at least an element of fact. Those who believe the latter are one hundred percent categorically correct. There is such a large unseen world, it would blow your mind.

But that’s getting well ahead of myself. There is a story as to how I got there and why.

My father was born in Great Britain, up in the north near a large city called Manchester. The family had a long and proud tradition of serving in the British Armed Forces. I’ve traced our ancestry over the years, and found family members fought as far back as in the Napoleonic Wars, including alongside Wellington at Waterloo, then in the Crimean War, a distant relative part of the slaughter of the infamous Charge of the Light Brigade. Half a dozen served in the trenches of the Great War, involved in battles such as the Somme, Passchendaele, and Ypres. Three family members are listed on the Menin Gate. World War Two, family members fought from North Africa to the storming of the beaches on D-Day and all the way into Nazi Germany. After that, less action was seen. None were sent to Korea or Northern Ireland, most ending up serving in Germany during the Cold War. Less chance of being shot, more chance of being blown up in a nuclear holocaust. Thankfully, it never happened.

My father never did end up serving, though, one of very few males not to pull on the uniform of the armed services, even as a reservist. He fully intended to join up once he’d finished school and travelled the world a bit, on his own coin first. But it was during his time in Australia that he met my mother. From what they told me, it was love at first sight, and seeing the benefits of living in a warm, dry climate, away from the dreary, rain-soaked world of northern England, it was next to no surprise that he chose to remain with my mother. It was a whirlwind romance, the pair marrying within six months of meeting, and my older sister was born six months after that, christened Amy. I was born two years after her, christened Nathan, though everyone calls me Nate, which I do prefer, and my little sister two years after me, christened Katherine, Katie for short.

My father, Keith Smith, had technical training and worked as an electrician, providing his wife and children with a comfortable life. My mother, Susan, was a primary school teacher, looking after a bunch of screaming five-year-olds while also raising her own at the same time. My father was a hard man at times, but life in Australia certainly helped mellow him out, smooth off the rough edges, as did my mother. I learned what happened in some households around Australia during the time, what wives and children had to endure from some husbands and fathers. My father might have been a hard man, but he had a good heart. Loved his wife, doted on his kids. But he ensured we were well-mannered and behaved.

I also inherited good genes, as I was naturally athletic, taking part in sports from a young age, and I did well at school. I wasn’t a master of any subject, more a jack of all trades, always managing a B grade at least, though certain subjects that interested me, I did get A grades for. But I much preferred being outdoors than stuck in a classroom, and my weekends and evenings were full of activities. If not sport, I was scouting. I eventually joined the Australian Army Cadets at 12 years old, the minimum age I could. But my father knew what I really wanted to do. Having a British father meant I was a dual-national, having ensured all his children had both an Australian and British passport. And I knew from a young age that I wanted to follow in the family footsteps and join the armed forces. But not for the country where I was born. My grandfather had been a Royal Marine, his father before him. I traced back five generations of marines. My father had intended to follow him, but life got in the way. Thankfully, I learned that Commonwealth citizens are allowed to serve in the British Armed Forces, but I’d just serve as a British citizen to avoid any problems.

When I was 16, I sat down with my parents and explained my idea. I would finish schooling in Australia to obtain my Higher School Certificate, then I would work for six months to one year to earn a little cash, while spending time in the gym getting as fit as I could, before I would fly to the United Kingdom and apply to join the British Armed Forces. Even at 16, my father could hear and see the determination that it was what I wanted to do with my life, and thankfully, he supported me. Mum was upset as she knew the British Army saw far more action than the Australian, but she also understood why I wanted, even needed to do it. We’d been to the UK three times by that time, and I’d loved the place. Sure, it rained half the time, but get outside the cities and it was breath-takingly beautiful at times.

My sisters quickly learned I intended to eventually leave and I was left surprised that they both burst into tears on me. My relationship with Katie, who was 14 by that stage, was cordial at best. We just moved in different circles, and I was usually so busy otherwise, our paths just never really crossed except at mealtimes. As for Amy, 18 and looking at university in the future, she seemed even more upset, knocking on my door that same night and just hugging me.

By 16, I was already approaching six foot. The women of the household barely hit five-six, Amy was five-four, so I loomed over her. Both my sisters had strawberry blonde hair, though Amy had green eyes, Katie had blue. Different to me with my dirty blonde hair and blue eyes. Despite our cordial relationship, Katie was no doubt a cutie and would grow up to be a real heartbreaker. Amy was already a beautiful young woman. She might have been my sister but I checked her out more than once.

“Amy, why on earth are you so upset?” I had to ask.

“You’re my little brother, and you’re talking about going halfway around the world to join the army…”

“Royal Marines…”

“Yeah, them! And…” She looked up, her emerald greens gazing into mine. “I know I’m not the only one who wants you to go. Katie is devastated.”

“She is?”

“You’re her big brother. You’re my little brother. I’ve watched you grow into a fine young man, you’ve always been her guide and protector. You just don’t think about it much when dealing with people who bother her. Hell, I remember you taking on bigger kids if I was ever left upset by someone.”

“I have to do it, Amy, but I also want to do it. I’m not just doing it for myself.”

“Doing it for Dad?”

“I know it’s the only pang of regret he’s ever felt about staying here, that he didn’t carry on the tradition. So I’ll do it for him, but I also want to do it. Plus, it’s the mid 90s. Cold War is over. Who are we going to fight nowadays? Russia? They’re a basket case. China? Hardly. Iran? They couldn’t even beat Iraq. Desert Storm was over in the blink of an eye, and they folded like a blanket. Even Northern Ireland seems to be on its way to being resolved. I’m not saying it’ll be fine, but I’m going to be joining one of the most elite fighting forces on Earth.”

“Just… come home safely.”

“I can’t promise but you know I’ll do the best I can, Amy.” I gave her a squeeze. “Nice to know my big sister cares.”

“She bloody well loves you, you big dolt!” she exclaimed, clapping the back of my head.

I went to find Katie in her room. When she looked at me, her cheeks stained wet from tears, I almost blurted out I’d stay. We hugged for the first time in what felt like a couple of years as she cried. It was nice to know she cared so much. “My friends will be very upset,” she whispered, sniffing away as she wiped her cheeks.

“Why?”

She scoffed. “Your head must be in the clouds. How do you not see that most of them have the hots for you?”

“They do?”

“Men! Completely oblivious!”

That earned her a tickle, making her laugh out loud, even squeal, begging me to stop though she couldn’t stop laughing. I only stopped because she said, if I didn’t, she would pee herself. Still, when I stopped and we hugged again, Mum was standing in the doorway, a smile on her face which slowly faded, no doubt saddened that it was taking my eventual departure for things to improve.

After gaining my High School Certificate, which saw around a third of the year depart school to join the workforce, the next two years were spent preparing for the Higher School Certificate, which is basically a series of university entrance exams. The first year is spent preparing yourself for the second year, with plenty of assignments, essay writing, mock exams, and learning how to study effectively. In addition to school and study, I spent time at the gym, sports and cadets on weekends, even finding a part time job at a burger joint to make some cash.

Mum worried I was doing far too much, but I needed to prepare the mind and body. I’d read about the history of the Royal Marines, and researched as much as I could about the application process and then the training regime. I knew it was one of the longest and most physically intensive training regimes of any western armed forces.

Amy was a boon during those last two years when it came to studying. We certainly grew closer as she’d just been through it all so could give me plenty of advice. And my relationship with Katie was so much better, even our parents were gobsmacked. The dinner table was lively, when I was around, everyone chatting and laughing away. I was almost left thinking it was either a way of giving me good memories when I left, or a subtle way to have me stay at home.

I was 17 when I started my final year at high school, still intent on departing for the United Kingdom in two years. Dad was still supportive, while after many long conversations with Mum about it, I think even she was beginning to tolerate the idea. Didn’t stop her watching the news and worrying whenever the tiniest flair up happened around the world, but the world remained relatively peaceful, though Yugoslavia was a mess. But that was mostly air strikes and peacekeeping forces.

Turning 18 halfway through the year, it’s a big deal in Australia as that’s when young adults are legally allowed to drink, smoke and vote. I had no interest in smoking, would be out of the country by the next state or federal election, and I’d already had more than one night on the booze with friends. But being able to legally enter a pub, RSL or Leagues Club is always a rite of passage.

Mum and Dad made a big deal of it, as I expected. Mum’s parents, sister and brother, a couple of cousins, my sisters, and a few of my friends descended upon a Leagues Club for a huge dinner followed by more than a couple of drinks. I didn’t need many presents, though there were a few jokes at my expense for wanting to go serve Britain rather than Australia, but even my friends understood why. “Well, at least Australia and Britain won’t go to war,” Patrick said, “Well, probably not anyway.”

That was on the Wednesday night. The Saturday night was out with the boys, heading to the city as I was the last one to turn the legal age. We had money to burn, I was in the best shape of my life, and when I looked in the mirror, I liked to think I was at least a little bit handsome. Amy and Katie were adamant I was hot, which made me blush whenever they told me. But hearing that from even my sisters boosted the old confidence.

We were out until god only knew when, eventually managing to snag a taxi that would drive us back west. I was the first one out, drunkenly wishing them a good night, before staggering inside. I was surprised the light in the living room was still on, managing to open the door and walk in, finding Amy waiting for me on the couch. Closing the door with a soft click, she disappeared into the kitchen, returning a few seconds later with a large glass of water.

“Drink this, you’ll feel better for it.”

“Awwww. Thanks, Amy.”

I gulped it down as I did feel rather thirsty. She laughed, took the glass and returned with it refilled. I’d already sat down by then, placing it on the table by the side, as she sat next to me, curling her legs underneath her. “Good night out?”

“Yeah. Hit a few bars. Obviously drank a lot. Think I’ll wait for the room to stop spinning though.”

“Not going to be sick, are you?”

“Nah, I’m drunk, not wasted. Once I started to feel it, we all backed off. Don’t want to get blackout and not remember anything.”

“Sensible.”

“It was fun, but there was this energy that was slightly uncomfortable. Like one wrong word and the entire city would just kick off into a massive fight. Spent half the time looking over our shoulders.”

“That’s why I avoid the city most of the time.”

I glanced at her. “Wait up for me?”

She smiled. “Just wanted to make sure you got home safe and sound.” She kissed my cheek and rested her head against my shoulder. “A little surprised you came home alone.”

“Think I went out to pick up chicks?”

“Well, it was recently your birthday.” She lifted her a moment. “You’re not a virgin, are you?” I gave her a look. “Okay, I didn’t think you were, but…”

“Had one or two steady girlfriends, but there is this one girl at high school… She’s unlike anyone else really. Something about her that just appeals. But she doesn’t want a relationship at all, though she said I’m the only guy she’d fuck. She was rather blunt about how it would go when I asked her out. She also said that, once high school is over, that would be it.”

“Sounds perfect if that’s all you want from her.”

I shrugged. “Guess I can’t complain but… part of me would like something a little more meaningful. I’m 18 and meant to just think with my dick constantly, but even at 18, there is a need to be… I guess loved by whoever you’re being intimate with.”

“Wow, Nate, that’s… heavy shit for this time in the morning.”

“I’ll shut up then.”

I heard her take a deep breath before she surprised me by straddling my lap. “Nate, can I ask a simple question?”

“Shoot.”

“Do you think I’m attractive?”

I gazed at her face, moving my eyes down her body to her C-cup breasts, knowing that because I was curious, down her slim body to where her nightie stopped, revealing two lovely thighs. “Bloody gorgeous, Amy,” I replied.

“You plan on leaving in around 18 months, right?”

“Yeah.”

“How would you like to leave with something to remember me by? Not right now, I meant later.”

“What do you mean?”

She took a deep breath before she kissed me. And no ordinary kiss either. Her lips were incredibly soft. I naturally reacted to being kissed in such a manner, and I slowly slid my tongue into her mouth, feeling hers play with mine in return. It lasted barely a minute before she pulled back. I’m sure I looked a little surprised though all she did was smile.

“Ooo… kay. What was that about?” I wondered.

“How would you like to do more than just kiss?” I felt my eyebrows shoot up at that suggestion as it was obvious what she meant. She rested a hand on my chest. “My little brother is now… I don’t think even handsome covers how fucking hot you are, Nate. And I can’t wait to see you after a couple of years in the forces. I’m not saying we do this and we’re together forever. I’m saying a night, maybe more, before you go where you might wish to be intimate with your big sister.”

“Amy, you do know what you’re suggesting, right? The big I-word.” She nodded, looking nervous. “Fuck it, I’m drunk. Sounds like a fabulous idea. You’ll just have to jog my memory in the morning. Helps that you’re fucking fit too, Amy. I’d be absolutely fucking daft to say no.”

She choked out a sob as I think she thought I’d turned her down. So my arms pulled her close so I could hug her. “I had this terrible image you were going to just throw me off your lap and hate me,” she whispered.

“Give me a little time to get fully used to the idea. And we’ll obviously have to be careful. Particularly with Katie.”

“Your little sister totally has the hots for you too, Nate.”

“She does?” I felt her nod. “Since when?”

“Not entirely sure but it’s been quite a while now. I think all her friends being in her ear about you has her seeing you in a new light herself. We’ve all noticed you’re getting along much better nowadays, though I think you’re both making more effort. I think she just appreciates her big brother a lot more.”

Sliding off my lap, I didn’t realise I had an erection until she accidentally bumped into it. That made her giggle and I felt heat rush into my cheeks. “Like how I was sitting on you, Nate?” she breathed into my ear.

“Yeah.”

She kissed my cheek. “Good. Now, I think it’s time for bed.”

Helping me up, I grabbed the glass of water as she led us through to our separate rooms. I placed it on my desk, turning to see my sister standing in the doorway. Walking towards her, eyes watching me with interest, I leaned down and kissed her again. Fuck it, her lips were fantastic, her mouth was nice, and the additional taboo just made it even better. Amy certainly liked it too, kissing me back and then some, moving me backwards so I could shut the door.

“No fucking tonight,” she murmured, “Just kissing.”

“I’m totally going to jerk off to you later though.”

“I’d take my nightie off, but then we’ll definitely give into temptation. You, though, need to be in your underwear.”

My shirt, jeans, shoes and socks ended up everywhere before ending up on my back, Amy straddling me, continuing to make out. In the middle of that, I was thinking I should have been weirded out, but let’s be honest, Amy was beautiful and there had always been a level of attraction. You just don’t act on it because she’s my sibling. Now the cat was out of the bag, we were attracted to each other, fuck it, live in the moment.

She could definitely feel my erection though, resisting the urge to do something with it, finally sliding off me and cuddling into my side. “Sorry,” she said meekly.

“It’s fine. Had enough to drink I’m surprised it’s even up and ready!”

I must have fallen asleep rather quickly, and I woke up late enough that the bed was empty by the time I did. Checking the time, at least it was still before noon, staggering out into the kitchen with more than one groan, Dad chuckling at my state, Mum taking at least a little sympathy, warming up bacon she’d already cooked early so I could have a couple of bacon sarnies. That, some juice and then coffee worked off the edges of a hangover. A hot shower helped eliminate the rest.

Finding Amy outside by the pool, I whispered into her ear I remembered our conversation, and that I hadn’t changed my mind. But I suggested to her that I focus on my studies first, as if we started something, I’d likely find her incredibly distracting. She thought that was sensible, thinking that our attraction would only increase, so when I was ready, we’d definitely have a lot of fun together.

To be honest, knowing that Amy was now interested in being intimate with me, I barely gave my sex life a thought for those last few months before exams. My life was pretty much planned out, though I still barely had a few hours of spare time in a week. Mum helped by making sure I always got enough sleep, as even I’d admit I was a grumpy bastard if I didn’t.

Those last couple of months were intense. I might not be going to university afterwards, but I knew having top grades would help with applying for the Royal Marines. With all my side activities, including the cadets, I was hopeful I could even make selection for officer training. I knew at least half a dozen relatives had been officers through the years.

The boys and I met up for a last beer a couple of days before the exams at my place, Amy and a couple of her friends, Katie and more of hers gathered by the pool. We sat under the gazebo, and I knew my mates were checking out the female flesh. “Behave,” I warned them.

“Hard not to look, mate,” Steve replied, smirking away.

“Look, don’t touch.”

“What about when you’re gone?” Patrick wondered.

“Seriously, if you’re just waiting until I’m gone so you can start pestering my sisters…” I glared at both of them. “I’ll come back as a Royal Marines Commando eventually. Probably train me how to kill a man a dozen ways with my bare hands. Sure you want that trying to find you if you mess with my sisters?” They shared a worried glance before I burst into laughter. “Look, I’m not sure if you’re jesting or not. Just behave yourselves. I think Katie has a boyfriend anyway.” She didn’t, but I didn’t want them messing with my little sister anyway.

“What about Amy?” Steve asked.

“Think she’s got her eye on some bloke. Seems quite enamoured by him. Just waiting for the right time to strike.”

“Her friends?” Patrick asked hopefully.

“No idea. Go introduce yourselves, if you want.”

To my surprise, that’s exactly what they did. Amy soon found herself sitting there alone as her friends returned their interest, so she wandered over to where I was sitting, surprised when she sat sideways on my lap. Wearing just a bikini, there was plenty of cleavage on display. Thankfully, I was wearing sunglasses so I could ogle her, though she knew exactly where I was looking.

“You like my tits?” she asked softly.

“Can’t wait to see them, Amy,” I replied quietly, “Actually, I can’t wait to see you naked.”

“Really?”

I cuddled her closer. Nothing untoward otherwise. I cuddled my sisters a lot more often nowadays. Mum wandered out with another beer for the three of us and simply smiled at me. Once she was gone, I kissed the top of her head. “Amy, you’re a fucking knockout. Trust me, once I’m done with exams, we’re going to have fun until I go. Just… don’t… you know…”

“I won’t. I promise. I will be a mess at the airport though. So will Katie. I know she’d want to as well, I get that feeling nowadays. She’s only got a boyfriend as a distraction from her feelings for you.”

“So both my sisters want me?”

“That they do, studmuffin.”

“I should be really fucking weirded out by that.”

“But?”

“Well, you’re a babe and, once Katie is of age, she’s going to be just like her older sister.”

Patrick and Steve were clearly saying the right things as it was obvious Amy’s friends were showing their interest in them in return, absolutely no surprise that the four decided to leave later that afternoon, suggesting they’d go out for dinner. Amy thought it was rather sweet, wished the four of them good luck. I was in my room when she returned, hearing her chuckle away. “Those two friends of yours are looking decidedly smug.”

“Well, long as they don’t distract themselves over the next couple of weeks. Can’t go fucking up their exams.”

For two years, six subjects are studied, though you can drop one and do a college course if that’s what you wish. Many take a college course in regards to training for a job once they leave school. I simply focused on subject that would interest me, with one or two that might help my applicate. English, which is compulsory. Maths, which is pretty much compulsory. History. Geography. Physical, Development, Health and Physical Education (PDHPE). And finally Digital Technology, which was in its infancy at that time, but everyone with half a brain knew that computers were going to become part of our everyday lives in more ways than one.

I was surprisingly free of nerves before each exam. I’d done well with the course work as I found writing essays writing enjoyable. My marks from the mock exams had given me confidence that I’d get a decent mark. The only subject I walked out of the exam hall feeling nervous had been maths. There were just some mathematical theories I just could never get my head around.

After that was the nervous wait for our marks. Patrick and Steve were bricking it as their results would determine where or if they would be going to university. Both had ambitions and had studied their arses off, so I hoped along with them that they’d get what they needed. It was a long wait until the given date when we’d receive the letter. It arrived early on the expected date, the entire family gathering around as I opened it. I’d already receive my final school report, which had most As with a couple of B pluses, which I expected. But it was the HSC mark that mattered. It’s what we spent two years, of if you really looked at it, six years building towards.

I read the letter before it listed my score. I almost wept with relief before handing it around. Mum and Dad looked proud as punch. Hadn’t matched Amy, but she was brains as well as beauty, though she still hugged me tightly. Katie looked at it and almost paled. “Bugger, now I’ve got to at least match you,” she muttered.

“You’ll be just fine. If I can get that score, you are more than capable. Both my sisters have intelligence to spare.”

The broad grin lit up her face. “Thank you, Nate.”

“You’re welcome.”

No surprise I was taken out that night for a celebration. We were not the only people out celebrating, heading to the nearby RSL where I recognised a couple of people from school also out, no doubt chatting about their futures. Dad made sure my hand was never empty of a drink that night, so by the time we left rather late in the evening, I was well and truly sozzled. Amy said she’d look after me once inside, Mum, Dad and Katie heading to bed as I was led by the hand towards my room.

Soon as we were inside, she shut the door and kissed me. I definitely grinned like an idiot. “Amy, unlike last time, there’s little chance of little Nathan rising to the occasion this time.”

“From what I’ve felt, it’s not so little.”

“Well, thanks… I think.”

“I thought you’d just like my company tonight.”

“Amy, I would have liked your company every night. And now that exams are over, you can stay whenever you want.”

“I’ll probably get too used to it.”

We ended up in bed together, Amy in just her underwear, me in just my boxer-briefs. Surprisingly, despite my inebriated condition, I did get hard, and Amy gasped more than once when my tented cock pressed against her. I was just enjoying kissing her. We’d enjoyed the occasional snog during the past few months, but we’d behaved ourselves most of the time. Her fingers were running up and down my arms and back, then down my chest.

“Fucking hell, Nate, you’re already so fit…”

“Gym five days a week. I have to be peak physical fitness just to get in, Amy. I’m sure you’ve noticed my diet the past couple of years. It’s why I don’t drink too much beer, stick to spirits and diet cola if I do have a drink.”

Falling onto the bed next to her, as if I kept going, I’d want to fuck her, she cuddled back against me, giggling as my cock pressed into her lower back. “Nate, I want to make love,” she whispered.

I wrapped my arm tighter around her. “Soon as we can, Amy. I’ve got nothing on all week until after Christmas. Gym in the morning, the occasional shift at work.”

“What have you got lined up next year?”

“They’re making me a manager at work, willing to give me a little time off now and I’ll work my arse off later, and I thought a year in a leadership position would look good. Yeah, it’s only a fast food joint, but I know companies do look at that shit. And the money isn’t half bad considering.”

“Last year of university for me. At least I’ll still be home all the time so we can fool around whenever you want.”

“And you, Amy. It’s about you too.” I put my lips near her ear. “I can’t wait to put my mouth between your legs and taste you.” She made an approving noise at that thought. “But I really want to make my big sister orgasm, definitely all the time. I bet you make the most adorable noises.”

“Stop teasing,” she whispered, giggling to herself.

“I really want to touch you right now, but I won’t.”

“I know… Nate, can you wait until Christmas?”

“That’s only a couple of weeks away now. Sure.”

“Our first time will be Christmas. That’ll be a nice present to each other.”

“Okay.”

I fell asleep after that, waking to find Amy still in my bed this time, having turned around in the night, her head resting under my chin, snuggled close into me despite the fact it was rather warm already. Hair still smelled delightful, and I was tempted to take off her bra to wake her up, but she seemed to sense I was awake as she carefully moved her head back to smile at me.

“Well, morning, handsome,” she whispered before kissing me. It already felt natural to kiss her, just not in front of the family. After she was done kissing me for a good ten minutes, she pulled back and sighed. “Fuck, I’m not sure I can wait that long.”

“Amy, I’ll put it like this. The ball is your court. I’m ready whenever you are.”

She smiled and kissed me again. “So am I, it’s just awkward being at home.”

After months without a day off due to everything, it was a little weird finding my weeks filled with nothing. Monday to Friday, I’d head to the gym in the morning for a solid workout. I’d work a shift a couple of afternoons to help out. It was only the weekends I had things to do. With Amy not at university as their breaks were even longer, we spent a lot of time together.

Little wonder we gave into temptation, at least, partly, within that first week. The Wednesday, to be exact.

The first couple of days, with the house to ourselves and the temperature high, we spent most of our time by the pool. Amy asked me to apply sunscreen to her back and that turned both of us on, particularly when I was doing her legs and she asked me to also do her arse. I knew exactly what she was doing, but slid the bikini cloth between her cheeks and made sure the sunscreen was applied, moving back up her back.

“Nate, I’m so fucking turned on right now,” she murmured.

“How do you think I feel?”

I needed a dip in the pool after that, hoping the cold water would help get rid of my erection. Amy knew what I was doing and giggled away. It did work until Amy turned onto her back a couple of hours later, started applying cream to her body, and then decided she’d show off her tits. I’d seen the occasional flash over the years, simply due to wrong place, wrong time. She purposely glanced my way when she undid the string of her bikini top before letting it fall off, revealing her absolutely perfect breasts.

Lying back on the lounge, there was no missing the grin on her face as I grabbed another lounge and put it next to hers. “Like what you see, Nate?”

“Your tits are absolutely fucking fantastic, Amy. I mean, better than anyone else I’ve been with.”

She glanced at me, the largest smile I’d seen. “Really?”

“They’re perfect, Amy. Absolutely perfect.”

She turned away for a couple of minutes before she sat up. “Fuck this. Nate, follow me.”

I followed her perfect little butt through the house towards her bedroom. This was unusual as everything so far had taken place in my bedroom. Leaving the door open, just in case anyone did come home from work early, she turned to me and undid the string holding her bikini bottom in place, letting that fall to the floor, dropping her bikini top as well. Despite looking confident, she turned adorably awkward for a few seconds.

“So…” she said softly. I figured I might as well show mine, so I dropped my swimming shorts to the floor. Her eyes wen wide as the grin formed. “Fucking hell, Nate. You’re packing some heat there.”

“Haven’t heard a complaint, at least.”

“No fucking wonder.”

Stepping towards her, I caressed her cheek as she looked at me, dazzling me with her emerald green eyes. Her skin was soft at my touch, she smelled of scented sunscreen and shampooed hair. “I love you, Nate,” she whispered, “I’m trying to control my feelings because I know the end result of all this.”

“I know, Amy. I’m doing the same thing. But we have a year together, if you can handle it.”

“I think I can now but…”

“If it gets too hard…” She giggled as I guess it was a euphemism. “I want this though, Amy. Who better to spend a year with than my total babe of an older sister?”

“Long as Mum, Dad and Katie never learn. I’m not sure how they’d react.”

“We’ll be careful.”

I kissed her, quickly sliding my tongue into her mouth, feeling her body gently press into mine. No surprise a hand snaked between our bodies so she could get a grasp of my cock. That earned a growl into her mouth. Breaking the kiss, I grinned. “Good thing I’m not a virgin. Probably would have just cum in your hand then.”

She surprised me by kissing down my body, making me moan softly as she gave my nipples some attention before kissing down until she was on her knees. She spent a couple of minutes just looking my cock up and down, mentioning it was the thickest she’d seen, and almost the longest. Made me feel good about myself. Size wasn’t everything but it was something young men did worry about.

Licking up my shaft provoked a gasp as it had been a while since my last blowjob. She quickly had my cock covered in her spit, licking it like a lollipop while her fingers were giving my balls plenty of attention. She definitely knew what she was doing, running a nail along that certain part which sent a shiver up my spin. “Fucking hell, Amy,” I muttered.

Feeling her soft lips wrap around my cock, I know I probably stood there, slack jawed and absolutely mesmerised as she slowly started to bob up and down on my shaft, and I think she was already intent on taking as much of my cock as possible. Running my fingers through her hair made her eyes light up, as I knew enough not to just stand there with hands at my side. She took her time, removing her mouth occasionally to lick up and down again, even giving my balls plenty of attention with her mouth. Good thing I kept everything trimmed. Didn’t quite trust myself with a razor down there.

Mouth hard at work on my cock again, I wasn’t surprised it didn’t take long until I felt that sensation deep within that told me I was going to orgasm. Polite enough to ask where she wanted me to finish, I was amused when all she did was point at her cheek. Raising my eyebrows at that, she stopped only long enough to say, “Mouth. I swallow. Well, I’ll swallow yours, handsome.”

She wasn’t lying, as she felt that first spurt of cum flood her mouth within a couple of minutes, and apart from a little dribbling out of her mouth, she barely spilled a drop otherwise. It was quite the orgasm, feeling rather weak in the knees by the end of it. Helping her up, I kissed her straight away, holding her tight to my body, leading her backwards to her own bed. As soon as I had her down on her back, I showered her with attention as I’d wanted to just kiss all over her body since the moment she’d told me of her interest.

I loved her giggles as I kissed down her arms to her fingers, down her legs to her feet, all up around her chest before finally just focusing on that utterly delectable breasts. I’m not lying when I say they were perfect. I tried to avoid too much porn for my own sanity, but I’d rarely seen any better on an adult model or centrefold. Her nipples were already hard as diamonds, and as my mouth was busy with them, my fingers were moving down over the trimmed hair above her pussy towards her wet slit.

Gasping as I touched her, she breathed out my name in that manner all men love. The sort of tone that suggests they are completely turned on by everything you’re doing and don’t want you to stop. I remembered what I’d told her, so kissed down her body, spreading her legs as I did so. I inhaled her scent first, and my cock that had been going flaccid was almost like a steel bar again within seconds.

“Fucking hell, your scent is sensational, Amy,” I murmured.

Then I tasted her, and it was even better, letting her know how good with a simple groan. Letting my tongue get to work, up and down her labia, teasing her core, making her moan and squirm. Her pussy was absolutely perfect. It looked beautiful. Tasted sensational. And when I slowly slid a couple of fingers inside her to find that special spot, she lifted her eyes to meet mine and the lust was evident.

“Oh god, yes,” she moaned.

Gently flicking her clit while moving my fingers, eventually figuring out the perfect way to provoke a reaction, she was soon writhing in my other hand wrapped around her thigh, pushing her body down at the same time, eager for more, much more of my fingers and mouth. I just shut up now, not wanting to stop until I’d made my sister orgasm. That thought crossed my mind, and I now felt nothing but love for her. Never felt anything else but the love I felt was now obviously different. It had to be when being intimate.

“Oh fuck, Nate,” she moaned loudly, “Oh god, I’m close. Keep going. Do what you’re doing.”

I knew enough to know, when a woman tells you that, you certainly don’t fucking stop to look at the flowers. So I didn’t relent until I felt her pussy starting to squeeze my fingers, her left thigh trying to move so eventually let it rest over my shoulder, her body shuddering constantly as the orgasm hit her. Her back arched and she simply cried out, not stopping for a second as I heard her breathing ragged but rapid, chest rising and falling.

“More?” she asked. I answered by simply continuing, which made her giggle. “Please let these next few months be like this,” she murmured.

“Whenever you want, Amy,” I replied.

I helped her orgasm again within a couple of minutes. Then she needed me to stop and hold her as she felt a little emotional. Holding her in my arms, gently stroking her back, she didn’t cry or sob, she just sniffled a few times, needing her little brother to hug her. “Nate, that was… I don’t have the words…”

“Meant more because it was my sister,” I admitted, “And you’re adorable when you orgasm.”

“So my brother did just eat my pussy?”

“He certainly did.”

“And I sucked his big, fat cock?”

“You certainly did.”

“You feel weird?”

“Not a jot.”

She kissed me on the cheek. “Neither do I.”

After lunch, which was prepared by my very naked sister, we did put on something before returning outside to get some sun. We were still outside as everyone else returned home, Amy and I acting as close as we were nowadays, and thankfully there were no glances from anyone else. She joined me in my room that evening, taking off her nightie to reveal a rather gorgeous set of lingerie. Sliding into bed next to me, spooning back against my chest, it took all of a minute for her right leg to rest of mine and my fingers straight down her panties. I made her orgasm a couple of times before we drifted off to sleep.