Emerald Isle

Siblings enjoy a holiday in Ireland.

Hello again. This was a story I uploaded during my last time on this site but I don't think it was up very long before I deleted my profile and everything. I think this is the last of my old stories. Anything else uploaded going forward will be brand spanking new.

Hope you enjoy the tale.

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"Half day, Nate?"

"Yeah. Heading home to surprise the other half."

"Oh, any reason why?"

"Nah. Just figured a weekend away might do us some good."

"Well, enjoy yourself."

I smiled as I walked out of the office, though it disappeared as soon as I was in the clear. Yes, I was heading home to surprise my other half, though not in the way I'd just said. I'd been suspicious for a few weeks if not months that something was going on. I didn't have much in the way of hard evidence, but I'd always learned to trust my gut, and my gut was telling me she was doing the dirty on me.

Sliding behind the wheel of my car, I sent her a text message, asking if she wanted to meet up for lunch. She replied rather quickly, saying she was busy. As usual, though, she said she loved me and wished me a good day. I headed to the nearest mall to grab myself a bite to eat, turning over in my mind all the little things that had led to me believing she was doing the dirty.

The only thing I couldn't figure out was who she may be doing the dirty with. There were a number of possibilities. A colleague at work. Maybe her boss. One of her male friends. I didn't really know who. I was just left feeling very uneasy about the whole thing. I hated thinking the way I did, wondering if I was just being paranoid, then I'd feel guilty about not trusting her.

But I had to be sure.

I had my first piece of evidence when I pulled up outside my house. I call it my house, as although my girlfriend lived with me, the house was in my name only, having bought it a couple of years ago. It's a long story and something I'll explain later. Parked in the driveway was her car. My heart froze when I recognised the car parked behind hers.

"Anyone but him," I muttered.

I drove on, parking at the end of the block. On the walk back towards the house, I tried to think of how often I'd seen them together. It didn't make any sense as they'd never been particularly friendly. As quietly as possible, I opened the front door, effectively sneaking into my own house. My heart stopped when I heard noise from upstairs. I recognised her voice immediately.

The second voice was that of my best friend.

Now I was angry. Not only was my girlfriend clearly cheating, but my supposed best friend was involved. So that was two relationships of mine ruined in an instant. I wandered outside to my shed, as I knew immediately what I was going to do. I enjoyed a game or two of golf every now and then, and kept a bag of clubs. I was ready to grab one when I finally stopped and thought about it.

My best friend, well, soon to be ex-best friend, was actually doing me a favour. I'd been suspicious of her for a while. Why should I get angry? Everything could be resolved rather simply. I kick her out of the house and both of them out of my life. It would actually be a relief that it was all over.

Leaving the golf club where it was, I walked back inside and up the stairs. It sounded like they were still fucking, the door to the bedroom wide open. I stopped before I could see anything, took a deep breath, then strode in.

"Okay, Nick, you can stop fucking my girlfriend now."

She screamed while Nick almost shit himself as he leapt off my girlfriend, falling onto the floor on the side of the bed. I grabbed a pile of male clothes, clearly not mine as I was at least three inches taller and ten kilos heavier than Nick, and threw him the clothes.

"Put those on."

"Nate..."

I glanced at my soon to be ex-girlfriend then looked at my watch. "You have half an hour to get dressed, pack your shit and get out. But for the moment, you can shut the fuck up." I looked back at Nick, who was busy putting on his underwear and jeans, and clapped my hands for emphasis. "Hurry up, Nick. I don't have all day."

"Nate, wait..."

"Don't, Nick. I really wouldn't say a thing. I'm remaining calm at the moment, because to be honest, you've done me a real favour here. But don't say another thing, otherwise I'll throw you down the fucking stairs."

He was still putting on his shirt as he walked by, slipping on his shoes as I followed him downstairs. Following him outside, he stopped a few paces from his car and turned to face me. I'll admit, he looked incredibly guilty, though I didn't buy it for a second.

"Nate..."

"She was my girlfriend, you dead shit cunt."

"She came onto me!"

"And you still fucked her! Ever heard of a little word called 'no'? Or, hell, if you'd told me she was a fucking slut, I'd have kicked her to the kerb ages ago. Instead, I come home to find out my best friend is fucking my girlfriend, and I really don't want to know for how long. I knew she was cheating, but I never thought it would have been you. As far as I'm concerned, you're both dead to me. Twenty years of friendship ended because you wanted some pussy." He didn't move, so I gestured behind him. "Just get in your car and go, Nick. I don't want to see you again." He took a step forward and I balled my fists. "Don't even think about it. You won't win and I don't want to go down for an aggravated assault charge because of that worthless cunt upstairs. You made this choice, Nick. You can now live with it."

"And Lucy?"

"Will be leaving in approximately twenty-five minutes. Don't even think I'm giving you the satisfaction of leaving together. Leave. Now. Whatever you do after that is none of my business."

"We never wanted..."

"What, for me to find out? That just makes you sound even worse. So you wanted to fuck my girlfriend but secretly cuckold me at the same time? Well, fuck you too."

He opened his mouth to say something else, but he finally deflated, turning and getting into his car. I watched him reverse out of the driveway before I finally wandered back inside. Heading upstairs, I couldn't hear much, expecting to hear slamming of drawers and doors. Instead, I found Lucy on the edge of the bed in floods of tears.

"Can we talk about..."

I laughed at her. "You're kidding right? I've just caught you fucking my best friend. That's two relationships of mine you've just ruined in the space a few seconds. So, no, we cannot talk about it." I looked at my watch. "You now have twenty-three minutes. I would suggest you get a wriggle on."

She started to sob harder, but if she thought that was going to work, she was going to be incredibly disappointed.

"You now have twenty-one minutes, Lucy. Your crocodile tears won't work on me. I'll call your parents to come get you if you're incapable of driving."

"No!"

"Well, you'd better get packing because you will be leaving in a very short time."

"Where do I go?"

"I don't care. You ceased to be my problem once I walked in on you fucking my best friend."

"You weren't meant to be home yet!"

"And that's better because...?" I folded my arms and waited for a response. As none appeared forthcoming, I continued. "Not only were you cheating on me, but you chose to do it with my best friend. You're both worthless cunts." I looked at my watch. "Twenty minutes. As I said, you'd better get a wriggle on because I will drag your sorry arse out of my house if you're not ready to go. And you can stop the waterworks. You're only crying because you got found out. I don't believe for a second you're feeling even a little bit guilty. I've had my doubts about this entire relationship for a while. I can only thank you for proving those one hundred percent right."

She looked at me in silence, pleading with her eyes, though she kept her mouth shut. I just glared back at her. With ten minutes to go, she finally relented and started packing some of her things, though she still sobbed, hoping I may show a little compassion. More fool her.

Once she'd packed a bag, I escorted her downstairs to the front door. "Keys."

"What if..."

"You can knock if or when you come get the rest of your shit. But I'm not letting you keep keys to my house. So hand them over." She took two keys off her keyring. "Any others?" She shook her head. I opened the door and gestured outside. "Very well."

She stepped outside and turned back to look at me. "I'm..."

"Save it, Lucy. Don't want to hear whatever you've got to say. Certainly don't want to hear an apology, because you don't really mean it. What I do want is your car off my property and you out of my life." I closed the door. She was probably expecting me to slam it. Instead, I gently closed and locked it, walking to the front window to see her walk towards her car. She got in, dumping the bag on the passenger seat, before she reversed and her car disappeared.

I sat on the couch and sighed with relief, feeling more disappointed rather than upset. I certainly wasn't going to cry over her. Sure, we'd been together three years, and we may have lived together for the past few months, but it had never looked like getting more serious than that. I wasn't really thinking of putting a ring on her finger, and was always careful about getting her accidentally pregnant. As for my best friend, that was more upsetting, the fact a man I thought I could have trusted with my life would stab me in the back like that.

Wandering upstairs, I started packing the rest of her stuff into plastic bags, dumping them in one of the spare bedrooms, also moving all her stuff that seemed to take up half my bathroom. I found it all rather cathartic, rewarding myself with a glass of bourbon as I ordered in some food from a local restaurant and flicked on the TV.

Halfway through a movie later that night, my phone started to ring, looking at the screen, seeing my sister's name. Half of me didn't particularly want to answer but I never ignored my sister. "Hiya, Lisa," I managed to state somewhat cheerfully.

"Hiya, Nate."

"What's up?"

"Simple question to start with. What the hell happened?"

"What do you mean?"

"A little thing called social media, Nate. Facebook is blowing up!"

"What's the ex-girlfriend saying?"

"Ah, so you have split up. Is that right?"

"Yeah. I caught her fucking Nick."

She was quiet for a few seconds. "I'll be over in ten minutes." She could walk to my house if she really wanted to.

"You don't have to. I'm fine."

"I want to hear your side of the story."

"What has Lucy written?"

"Nothing much. Just that you kicked her out of her home. And her relationship status changed to 'It's Complicated'."

"It ain't fucking complicated. She's single!" I heard a door slam in the background and I knew my sister was already on her way. "I'll see you in a few minutes, Lisa."

Sure enough, there was a knock at the door five minutes later, opening it to reveal my sister. She stood about 5'7, with brunette hair to her shoulders, that she often wore in a ponytail, with ocean blue eyes, a cute little nose and dimples whenever she smiled. Not that she was smiling at the moment. In fact, she looked concerned rather than upset.

She immediately stepped forward and wrapped me in a hug, feeling her rather bountiful breasts press into my chest. My little sister wasn't rake thin. She had curves, though I know she looked after herself. "I never liked her!" she exclaimed quietly.

I couldn't help chuckle. "Guess I should learn to listen to my little sister. Sorry for being an asshole and so dismissive of your opinion."

She pulled her head back and smiled. "I've been saying that you should always listen to me since I was a little girl, Nathan."

"Nate."

"It's Nathan when you're being told off. How often have I been proven right, particularly when it comes to women?" Then she rested her head on my chest again. "I am sorry, though. Want to talk about it?"

"Sure. Want a drink?" I asked, breaking the hug.

"Whatever you're drinking will be fine."

"Bourbon?"

"If you've got some cola, then yeah, that'll be great."

As Lisa took a seat on the couch, I poured us a couple of drinks, grabbed a bag of crisps from the cupboard, putting those in a bowl, before wandering back into the living room, my sister having made herself at home already, shoes on the floor, feet curled underneath her. She smiled at me as I placed the bowl on the table before handing her a drink.

I sat down and necked half the glass, making a contented sound as I placed the glass on a coaster.

"So, what happened?"

I started with a shrug. "I'd been suspicious of her for a while. Last few months, not long after she moved in, to be completely honest. Just little things that suggested she wasn't being entirely honest in return."

"Were you growing distant?"

I shrugged again. "A little. Sex had dropped off, but I thought that just happened over the course of a relationship, fucking once, twice or three times a day to that many times a week. Obviously she just didn't want to have sex with me."

"Well, she's obviously an idiot."

"Huh?"

"Come on, Nate. I might be your sister, but you're a good looking, intelligent and caring guy. She never appreciated what you had to offer."

I'm sure some of you are thinking 'My brother or sister would never say anything like that to me!' Lisa and I had always been close when growing up, despite the three-year age gap between us. And we were even closer nowadays once our parents left. When Lisa hit 18, she left the family homestead for university while the parents almost immediately sold up and moved to Australia. Upon selling the house, and making bank considering the house was in London, they gave Lisa and I one hundred thousand pounds each, kept the rest and moved halfway across the world to Perth. Primarily, it was for Mum and her health problems, but we both knew the parents also wanted out of the UK in general. That left my sister and I on our own. She lived with me during her time at university before she bought her own terraced house only a few streets away. She'd lived alone since buying it two years ago.

"So, I'm good looking, am I?" I retorted, unable to hide the smirk.

The look she gave made me burst into laughter. "Don't let your ego get too big, smartarse. But, yes, you are an excellent specimen. Tall, but not stupidly tall. Look after yourself, but not ridiculously jacked. And you have lovely blue eyes."

I actually blushed at that last one. "Flirt."

My sister just smirked as she took a sip of her drink. "Figured you could do with a confidence boost after walking into what you did earlier."

"Quite frankly, that's water under the bridge already. Losing her is no big deal. That relationship wasn't going to end in wedding bells and the pitter patter of tiny feet. It's the lost friendship with Nick that hurts. Never would have thought a mate could do that to me."

"Could you ever forgive him?"

I spun the now empty glass in my hand for a few seconds as I thought. "Maybe one day. But the wounds are still raw. If I saw him right now, I'd beat him to death. One day, I may be able to forgive, but I could never forget. And I could never trust him again." I sighed. "To be honest, Lisa, you're the only person I've ever really trusted without hesitation."

She rested a hand on my forearm and smiled. "Thank you, Nate," she whispered.

"It's now late and tomorrow is Saturday. Want to get rip roaring drunk?"

"Yes!"

Before that, I opened my smartphone and left a message on my social media page, explaining exactly what happened that day. Once the message had been submitted, I switched off my phone as I didn't want to hear from anyone else the rest of the night. I have no idea what time we were up to, but I know the bottle of bourbon had been emptied by the time we finished drinking. I went to sleep alone that night, my sister taking the spare bedroom to herself.

Wandering into the kitchen the next morning, I was greeted by the arse of my sister. Well, half her arse, as she was wearing one of my t-shirts and a pair of panties that didn't leave much to the imagination. I did have a good four to five inches on her regarding height, after all, so one of my shirts could almost be considered an extremely short dress. I stood in the doorway, leaning against the frame.

"Breakfast too?"

I watched my sister almost jump out of skin before she glanced in my direction with a smile. "I'm a little hungover, so figured a fry up would soak up the remnants. Hungry?"

"Starving." Then I gestured with my eyes. "Showing a little skin there too, Lisa."

All she did was lift the bottom of my shirt to show her arse in full. "It's not too pale?"

I was half tempted to walk across and smacked it. My sister had curves and her arse was... fantastic. I shook my head of any further sinister thoughts. Instead, I just said, "Nothing wrong with being pale. I'm not exactly bronzed myself." I paused for emphasis. "More colour than you, though." Lisa just stuck her tongue out before focusing on cooking once again. "Coffee?" I asked.

"Tea, please."

"Need any help otherwise?"

"Your little sister is quite capable of cooking her big brother breakfast. So you just plonk your butt on one of the chairs at the table and talk to me at least."

I finished making her tea, something I was never very good at, handing it to her then kissed her on the cheek. "Thanks for making me feel better."

"That's what little sisters are for, Nate."

I sat down and switched on my phone, unsurprised to hear it go off once I unlocked it. I had more than a dozen messages while my social media accounts went nuts. The parents were full of sympathy and promising to call during the day. Other friends had my back completely, which I appreciated, Nick being called every name under the sun. As for the ex-girlfriend, even her parents were sympathetic, simply wishing me well for the future. Of course, Lucy left a message, complaining that I had divulged the truth. All I did was block her from everything in return. There was silence from Nick. I surprised myself by not blocking him. I detested him for the time being but was willing to leave the door open for the future.

"How's work?" I asked, while replying to some of the messages.

"Oh, you know how it is, Nate. Saving the world, one spreadsheet at a time."

Even a deaf person wouldn't have missed the tone. "That bad?"

"I just need to move jobs. I went to university for a degree and I want a job where I feel I'm putting it to good use."

"Ready to quit?"

She shrugged. "Just about. Looking for a reason to walk out. Not like I have to worry about the mortgage, considering I have plenty of savings."

I kept quiet as she started to serve up, deep in thought. Once I had a plate in front of me, and she was sat opposite, I broached the subject in my mind. "Want to go on a holiday?"

"Huh? With you?"

"Yeah."

"When?"

"March. I booked to go away with the ex to Dublin. A whole week in Ireland, culminating in celebrating St. Patrick's Day on the Saturday."

She placed the fork she was about to put into her mouth back on the plate. "And you want to take me instead?"

I shrugged. "Sure, why not? Plus, if you really want to pack in the job, you can quit, have a short holiday, and then look for work when you get back."

My sister thought about it for all of five seconds. "Okay." Then she got excited. "Okay!" I could only smile as she got up, rounded the table and wrapped me in a tight hug, kissing me on the cheek again. "Oh, this is going to be so much fun, Nate. Where are we staying?" she asked, resuming her seat.

"Well, this might bore you a little bit. It's very close to Dublin. The hotel looks fantastic but there's a golf course attached because, well, you know I like to swing the club every now and then."
"I can play too, Nate."

That surprised me. "You can?"

The smile was surprisingly shy. "Well, maybe you'd have to show me the ropes first but I'll give it a go."

"You're serious?"

"If my big brother is going to take me away on holiday for a week, I think I can handle a round or two of golf with him."

We finished breakfast in silence, my sister suggesting a quick walk home to shower would probably be best. Since the holiday was in four weeks' time, she added that she'd hand in her notice on Monday morning so she could leave with me without worrying about work. Unsurprisingly, she popped around on Saturday night too. Whenever I wasn't with Lucy in the past, I would quite happily hang out with my sister. Looking at it objectively, I wouldn't be surprised if Lucy was a little bit jealous of the relationship I had with Lisa. I always put Lucy first regarding anything to do with my life once our relationship turned relatively serious, but I was always left feeling she resented how involved Lisa was in my life. I guess that should have been a red flag. If it had ever come down to a real choice between blood and girlfriend, Lucy would have been removed from my life instantly.

The next four weeks dragged along, actually looking forward to some time away from work. And I knew my sister was looking forward to letting her hair down too. We hadn't been holiday together since we were kids, and that was with our parents, so going away as just the pair of us was going to be an interesting experience.

A fortnight after the break-up, I received a knock on the door one Saturday morning, opening it to find Lucy waiting on the doorstep. "My key doesn't work." I surprised myself by not feeling any anger, sadness or... I didn't really feel anything. After that first weekend, I felt absolutely fine. I guess that spoke volumes about what I really thought of the relationship.

However, I still smirked at her first comment. "I changed the locks because I knew you didn't hand over all your keys."

"I'm here to get my stuff."

I stood to the side and gestured. "It's upstairs." As she walked up the stairs, I asked, "Want a coffee?"

She stopped and turned, surprised at the offer. "Seriously?"

"I think we can have a final chat about what happened. There are one or two things I'd like clarified. More for peace of mind than anything. Trust me, it is over between us. Nothing you say will change a thing. But I've had some time to think and I'm interested in what you do have to say."

Her face immediately fell, as I saw the smallest sign of hope appear. "Um, sure. I'd like one."

I had a mug ready for her at the table once she'd put the rest of her things in her car. She sat down and wouldn't meet my eyes. She seemed rather nervous, like I was going to start shouting at her or something. "What do you want to know?" she asked after taking sip from the mug.

"For how long were you fucking my best friend?"

She shrugged. "Couple of months. Not that often, though." She shrugged again. "I guess that doesn't make it any better."

"No, it doesn't. Was he the only one?"

Now she met my eyes and nodded. "Yes. I was tempted before but... never did."

I believed her. I knew she'd lied about certain things in the past, but I recognised the signs. She was telling the truth, because she no longer had any reason to lie to my face.

"So why him? And why not just break up with me? I mean, if he started going out with you after you'd split up with me, I wouldn't particularly have liked it, but at least I'd still have that friendship... to a point, I guess."

"I don't know," she replied, "It does take two to tango, you know?"

"That's why I won't be talking to him again any time soon either."

"Well, there is one thing... Not a reason, I guess, but still, it was in the back of my mind." I gestured for her to continue. "Your sister." I just scoffed at her. "You didn't and don't see what I see. The way she acts around you. The way she looks at you."

"She's my little sister, Lucy. Nothing more."

"She adores you, Nate. And I don't mean just as an older brother!"

"Of course she adores me. I've looked out for her since she was a little girl. Helped her with homework. Dealt with the bullies who used to tease her, just because she got a little chubby when she was growing up and waiting for her growth spurt. Dealt with a boy or two who thought they could take advantage of her or, if they dared, break her heart. Helped her through university. Helped her buy her own home. I've always been the one person she could rely on without hesitation. That's what a big brother is for."

"I'm left thinking..."

"What were you left thinking? I'd like to see how anything you were thinking could possibly justify you cheating on me."

"I think she wants to be with you. As in, intimately."

I burst into laughter. "You're absolutely insane. She's my sister, for crying out loud!"

"Tell me you're not too close!"

"Of course my sister and I are close. Because I don't just love my family, I actually like them too!"

"I was always going to come second to her."

"In the end, yes, you were. Because blood is thicker than water, and I would choose family over... well, nearly anyone else, if I was ever to make that choice. And you were probably never going to get a ring on your finger, not after I started having my suspicions, though I would have been happy to have kept the relationship going for as long as possible. But, in the end, you did us both a favour. Though you should have had the balls, figuratively if not literally, to just end it instead of being a cunt and cheating on me. That is unforgivable, which is why, after you leave today, you won't hear from me again."

She said nothing for a while, drinking her coffee in silence. Despite everything I'd just said, I wasn't angry. I was disappointed. The relationship had been great for the majority of the time. I even thought I was the one at fault for being suspicious of her. Even though I'd found out the truth, while it hurt, it was still disappointing that it had to end the way it did.

"What about Dublin?" she finally asked.

"I'm taking my sister."

Now it was her turn to scoff. "That's exactly what I mean, Nate."

"There's nothing wrong with taking my little sister on holiday. It'll be a treat for her, considering the last time she went on holiday was before she started university. She could do with a real break."

The mug, now empty, was pushed forward. She leaned forward to emphasise whatever point she was going to make. "Trust me on this one, Nate. A woman knows these things. And your sister is in love with you." I could only burst into even more laughter at such an accusation. Lucy just shrugged. "Laugh if you want. But I've seen the looks she has given you over the years."

"She's my sister, Lucy. Of course she loves me."

"Not love. In love, Nate. There's a difference. Answer me this one question. When did she last have a boyfriend?"

I'll be honest, Lucy had me there. "I'm sure there was a guy or two at university. I don't really remember. She never really talks about her private life."

"The entire time we dated then lived together, there hasn't been another man on the scene, Nate. There is only one man in her life. And that man is you."

"That doesn't mean she wants me. I'm her brother, for crying out loud!"

Lucy just shrugged. "It's your problem, not mine. But, as I said, I know what I've seen over the years."

Her accusations should have made me angry, but I found them more humorous than anything, left thinking she was almost trying to justify her cheating because apparently my sister wanted me. "So, you going to date Nick now?"

Deer in the headlights. The look she returned would have made me laugh at any other time. She shook her head. "No. We figured it best to end it. I never loved him, Nate. It was just sex. We were attracted to each other, in a physical sense. I wasn't involved emotionally."

"Did you ever love me?"

The eyes and body language suggested that question hurt, and it bit deep. I'll admit, it made me feel good for a few seconds. "Of course I did," she whispered, before her eyes met mine, "I still do."

I just sighed. "I could follow up on that with plenty, but it won't get us anywhere."

"Thanks," she stated rather gratefully.

I got to my feet. "Come on, I think we've both said enough."

Escorting her to the door, I wasn't surprised when she started to cry again. I wanted to be a real bastard and just push her out the door, tell her to fuck off and slam it in her face. But I wanted to end it on a better note than the last time we'd seen each other. So I hugged her, able to read her body language and I knew that was what she wanted.

"I'm sorry," she sobbed.

"I know you are."

"Can you ever forgive me?"

"No, Lucy. Not yet. One day in the future, sure. But you broke my heart." I let her go. "Here's a bit of advice. The next guy you get serious with. Don't cheat on him. Particularly with his best friend."

I stated that with humour, and it made her giggle, though she soon stopped, realising the dark humour behind the joke. "I'll miss you."

"Despite everything, Lucy, that feeling will be mutual. But you'd better go, because it's over, and nothing is going to change. It's best you just accept that."

She looked ready to say something else, before she slumped and nodded. Without another word, she turned and walked to her car. Once she'd reversed and disappeared, I wandered back into the house, feeling the urge to have another drink. I resisted, though did text my sister, letting her know what happened. Of course, she messaged right back, saying she was already on her way. I should have known.

After explaining the entire conversation, Lisa could only burst into laughter at all the accusations. "She was jealous of me?"

"Sounds like it. She was adamant you're in love with me." I'll admit, I was surprised when she fell silent, and even started to blush. "Lisa?"

"I'm not in love with you, Nate. I just love you a lot. I couldn't have asked for a better big brother."

I wrapped an arm around her and held her close, sitting back on the couch. "You're my little sister. And it's my job to protect you."

"I remember. How many of those boys did you handle?"

"More than enough. Mum didn't like it, but Dad was proud of me for doing it. 'That's what family is about, son', he'd always say, even if I did come home with a letter of warning. Or the one or two suspensions I got."

"I was a fat little thing. I'm still fat."

I laughed. "You're not fat, Lisa. You're gorgeous."

The smile she returned was something else. "You really think so?"

"Absolutely. If you weren't my..." I paused. "Shit. I'll stop right there, otherwise I'll just prove the ex-girlfriend right."

She just reached up to kiss my cheek. "Well, if you were going to say what I think you were going to say, then I'd definitely be flattered." She was quiet for a moment before asking, "But I'm definitely not fat? I mean, I know I've got curves but..."

I unhooked my arm and shuffled away from her, obviously looking her up and down. "Cute face. Great rack. Nice body. Curves to die for. And I've already seen your arse. Great legs too. Seriously, Lisa, you've got nothing to worry about. Any man you end up with will be incredibly lucky."

Her bottom lip started to tremble as she shuffled towards me. She didn't say anything for a while as I held her. "No other man seems to see or think that," she finally whispered.

"You'll meet the right man one day, Lisa."

She looked up at me, those beautiful blues wide and expressive. "Just like you'll meet the right girl?"

"One day, I guess."

Despite the fact we were going away on holiday together, we spent plenty of time together, meeting up at least every couple of days for dinner or a drink. But I made sure I didn't become a hermit, despite feeling rather positive after the break-up, catching up with plenty of other friends, who were always full of words of consolation, though I'd leave them perplexed when I suggested Lucy did me a favour in the end.

I did have an awkward moment a couple of days before we were due to leave on holiday. I was in one of my locals with some friends on a Friday night, downing a couple of pints before heading home for the evening. The place turned quiet when Nick walked in alone. He recognised the silence immediately, his eyes falling on me and the others, most of whom had been his friends at one time as well. Nick nodded in our direction but, after ordering his pint, walked to the other side of the pub and sat by himself. Did I feel sympathy for the guy? Deep down, a little, because I knew he'd been utterly ostracised from our group, Lucy finding herself on the outer as well. I didn't particularly feel sympathy for either of them, and didn't approach Nick that night. He was smart enough not to approach me. Not that I would have done anything, but one or two friends had my back and wanted words with him too.

I packed the Friday night before we were due to leave, my sister arriving early in the evening with her large bag, figuring it would be easier if she stayed at mine, as even though the flight wasn't until the afternoon, we'd require a taxi to take us to Heathrow considering all the luggage we'd be taking. I'll admit to feeling rather excited about heading away on holiday, though managed to fall asleep rather quickly once we headed to our beds that night.

*****

"Do we really need a car?" my sister wondered again.

"We have a suitcase each. Yours bigger than mine, as expected. Plus, my bag of clubs, your handbag and my backpack. Add to that, the plan isn't just to stay in Dublin. We have time to see one or two places on a day trip."

"Sounds like you have plans, Nate."

"Got to show my sister a good time. I'm under pressure now!"

"She's your sister?" the woman behind the desk asked.

"Yeah. Why?"

"Oh, I just thought... I mean, you look like a... Never mind." My sister and I looked at each other and burst into laughter, the woman behind the desk blushing as she handed over a set of car keys. "It's the blue one in the car park. Have a nice holiday."

"Thanks."

Once I packed everything into the boot, I turned the ignition and immediately set the GPS to find the hotel. That's when my sister asked, "Do you think we look like a couple?"

"Honestly haven't given it much thought since the lady just told us, Lisa."

She didn't ask anything else as I started to drive, concentrating on the road and the instructions from the Irish voice coming through the speakers. The drive to the hotel didn't take as long as expected, though was slightly further from the city centre than I expected. But the hotel itself was magnificent and the golf course, on first appearance, looked beautiful.

Check-in brought forward the first awkward moment when we signed the paperwork, the receptionist noticing immediately that we had the same name. "Honeymoon?" she asked.

"Huh?" I asked, perplexed.

"Are you here on honeymoon?"

I looked at my sister, who was struggling not to giggle at my denseness. "What makes you ask that?"

The receptionist glanced at my sister before sighing. "Same last name, and you look young and in love, so..."

"What?" I asked, my voice pitching a few octaves higher.

Then my sister cuddled into my side. "Excuse my rather dense husband. No, it's not a honeymoon. Just a well-deserved holiday for the pair of us."

I looked at my sister, whose look suggested I should really just go with it. So I wrapped my arm around her in turn. "Yeah, holiday. Sorry, the honeymoon thing threw me."

Once all the paperwork was complete, we were handed a keycard each and wished a happy stay. Dragging all out stuff up to our room, the next thing I realised upon entering was that there was only a double bed. A large double bed, looking very comfortable, but only one bed all the same. After dumping all our things, my sister and I stood side by side, staring at it.

"Um, I guess I'll sleep on the couch."

"You'll do nothing of the sort, Nate."

"Do you really want to share a bed with me?"

I glanced at Lisa, who just returned a rather blank look. "It won't bother me. Will it bother you?"

I thought for a few seconds before I could only shrug, feeling a little helpless, left thinking I'd really offend her if I said it did. Which it actually didn't, though I did have what Lucy said to me previously float through my mind. "No, I guess it won't." Then I had to ask, "Why did you tell the receptionist we're married?"

"I can't remember the last time I did anything romantic with anyone. So, even if it has to be with my brother, I'm hoping he may spend a little time wining and dining me."

I could only blink rapidly, surprised again. "Um, the food served here gets rave reviews. And I'm sure there are some good joints in the city."

My sister just smiled. "There are plenty of good joints. I've researched, Nate. I have a list of places on my phone you can take me."

I just turned towards her and folded my arms. "And are you expecting your big brother to pay for all this?"

"My big brother gets the pleasure of my company," she retorted in a tone that caused involuntary blood flow to certain parts of my body. Again, those words of the ex-girlfriend filtered through my mind. "So, what are the plans for now?"

"I'm gasping for a drink now that we're finally here."

"Bar?"

"Bar."

That first night was a bit of a washout, as we ended up getting a little bit drunk without moving from the bar, satisfying our appetites with some bar snacks in addition to the Guinness and Irish whiskey we helped ourselves too. In a drunken haze, I figured just opening a tab would be a good idea, not realising I'd probably regret it by the end of the week.

Finally, staggering back to our room some time after midnight, my sister was definitely in a worse condition than myself, almost falling over as she got out of her jeans and shirt, eventually standing in front of me in just her bra and panties. I couldn't help but stare. My sister had a great body, just the sort I liked. And her bra left little to the imagination, the cleavage on display mouth-watering in its appeal. I must have been staring for longer than I realised as she looked me in the eyes and smiled.

"Like what you see, Nate?"

"Yep."

"You're not bad yourself." I'd already removed my shirt and took off my jeans, barely aware I was erect until I heard my sister giggle.

"Damn, Nate, you really are my big brother."

I just shrugged. "I usually sleep naked, so these things will be staying on."

"You can sleep naked if you want."

"I'm not sleeping naked next to my sister. Despite how much I've had to drink, that won't be a good idea. It's bad enough you're in bra and panties and we'll be sleeping together."

We both passed out rather quickly once under the covers.

And, of course, it got awkward immediately the next morning, as we woke up spooning, my sister practically moulded into my body. And I had my usual morning wood, and it was poking into her, and there is little doubt she would feel it. What didn't help me is that both my arms were wrapped around her, feeling her skin under my palm, one of my hands clutching her breast. And I immediately had too many thoughts about my sister I definitely shouldn't be having.

Then Lisa decided to shuffle her butt into my crouch. "Mmmm. Is that because of me, Nate?"

"Please don't shuffle into my crotch," I muttered.

She giggled and immediately turned around to face me. "I think we drank a little bit last night."

"Feeling rough?"

"I need a good, hearty breakfast." She then leaned forward and kissed my cheek. "Thanks for being nice last night." I must have looked confused, as she just smiled, adding, "I excited you, despite whatever you may say or think. That made me feel really good about myself."
"I told you before that you were gorgeous, Lisa. So, despite the fact you're my sister, a young woman such as yourself showing me plenty of skin is going to excite me."

"Want to see more of me?"

My jaw must have dropped as she started to laugh. "You're serious?" I spluttered.

"It's only my naked body, Nate. It's not a big deal. Tell you what, if you want to see the goods, you only have to ask." Then she smirked. "And I wouldn't mind seeing what you're packing. If the tent in your underwear is anything to go by, I'm going to be impressed."

"Um, I'm going to go have a shower."

"Want some company?" I could only groan as she laughed again. "I'm joking, Nate. Jeez, can't even have a little fun at your expense."

I made sure I locked the door before I stripped off, got under the hot water and immediately started to jerk off. I could only think about the young woman in the other room, the feel of her skin against my palm, the cleavage on prominent display, left wondering what it would be like to fuck her. I must have been rather horny, as my thoughts turned ever dirtier about my sister before I ejaculated. Once I did, I felt nothing but shame and regret. So, the usual, in other words.

As I dried myself after I'd finished, I was left thinking that Lucy may have been right. But I wasn't horrified by the thought, which surprised the hell out of me. I'd adored my little sister for years. Definitely loved her, though no more than a brother should. As I said, I'd spent most of my life looking after her, doing everything expected of a big brother. Sure, we had our fallings out over the years, but we always made up rather quickly. We rarely went more than a week without talking to each other.

But could I ever return the feelings she possibly had for me? I'll admit, the thought didn't disgust me as much as it should have.

Once I was dressed, I flicked on the TV and waited for my sister to finish her shower then get dressed. I'll admit my eyes did flick in her direction as she got dressed, surprised to see she was getting dressed in golfing clothes. A nice skirt, polo shirt, that was tight to her body, accentuating her curves, before putting her hair up in a ponytail.

"Didn't expect that," I stated, once she was ready.

"What, the clothes? Well, I was expecting to play so figured I should be prepared. What do you think?" she asked, twirling fast enough that her skirt flew up and showed off her panties.

"You look good. Breakfast?"

"Definitely."

Over breakfast, I discussed a couple of plans for the week. For the current day, I figured a couple of hours at the driving range, as my sister had never swung a club in her life, then we'd have lunch before hitting the course for the afternoon. We agreed to walk the course rather than hire a buggy, figuring a good walk would cure any lingering effects of our hangover.

"Ever heard of the Cliffs of Moher?" My sister returned a rather blank look. "They're on the west coast of Ireland, south of Galway. Always wanted to see them."

"I guess that's one of your day trips?" I nodded. "Nate, I'm just glad to be away on holiday, so I don't mind where we go."

"Okay. The other thing I'd love to see is the Giant's Causeway. That's in Northern Ireland. It's a bit of a drive, but will be well worth it."

"What about Dublin?"

"Plenty to see and do. But mostly it's all about the nightlife around Temple Bar. St. Patrick's Day itself will be insane."

"And no doubt another day of golf?"

"If you're keen."

"Let's see how today goes first. But I don't see why not."

I grabbed my golf bag from upstairs and we wandered out to the driving range, both of us purchasing a bucket of balls each. The first thing I had to do was instruct my sister how to just swing a club so she'd at least hit the ball. I showed her my style first, but after a few unsuccessful attempts, she asked for my help. I almost knew what she was doing...

I didn't mind a bit.

Getting behind her, I issued a series of instructions, holding her hands while moulding my body into hers. "Okay, hold the shaft like this. Left hand high, thumb down. Yes, like that. Okay, now your right hand below, thumb down just like your left. Perfect. Not too tight, not too loose. Relax. There we go. Okay, now slightly bend your knees, very slightly, feet apart. Good." Then she shuffled her butt into my crotch and my body immediately reacted.

"Are you finding this all very exciting?" she asked quietly.

"Concentrate, Lisa."

"I can't with you poking into me, Nate."

I cleared my throat. "Okay. Line the head up with the ball. You don't need to swing back and forward too hard. If you just look for power, you'll miss." We did a couple of practice swings. "Feel alright?" She nodded. "The most important is to keep your focus on the ball. Take your eyes off it and you'll miss. Soon as you strike it, then you watch for where the ball goes."

She took a deep breath. "Okay."

"Have another go. Don't worry about distance. Just practice getting the sweet spot."

"Can you help with the first couple of shots?"

I was now very excited, thankful we were alone on the range. "Okay." We did another couple of practices before we hit our first ball together. The contact was sweet and the ball flew away. She bent over to grab a ball from her bucket, and I could adjust my now rather obvious erection, though there was no doubt she would have felt it anyway. In fact, I was fairly sure she pressed back into me again for the next swing.

"Jesus, Nate," she breathed.

"Sorry."

"Don't be. I'll take it as a compliment."

I put my lips to her ear. "I guess you'd like to hear some of my other thoughts..."

I felt the shudder go through her body. Lucy was definitely right. "Tighter, Nate," she whispered.

I moulded myself into her body, taking my hands from the club and holding her hips. "You have to move your body right. The swing is not just in the hands and arms. Your entire body has to move in one fluid motion."

I helped her swing through another half dozen balls before I figured she would be just fine. A little bit of me wanted to just keep holding her. There was no doubting the disappointment she was feeling when I eventually disappeared to hit my own bucket of balls, taking a couple of minutes to have a few deep breaths and calm myself down. I had no idea what was going on with me, but in just the past day, I'd had more unsavoury thoughts about my sister than ever. Sure, I'd had them before, but never in such... detail, thinking Lucy had left something in my mind after our conversation.

After a couple of hours on the range, we popped back to the hotel for a quick spot of lunch, my sister rather pleased with her progress. She certainly got better and better as the morning progressed, so I was confident she'd get around a golf course. Not too quickly, but it was better than playing alone.

After around three holes, Lisa asked, "Have any of your ex-girlfriends played with you?" I could only laugh at the naivety of the question. "I take that as a no."

"Two of them wanted me to get rid of my bloody clubs. 'Golf is boring', they'd say. It's good exercise. Good for hand to eye co-ordination. I'm no Rory Mac but I'm not a bad player. Would like to get my handicap as low as possible."

"What about your friends?"

"Most drink too much during a round to play very well. I'm competitive when I play. I want to be challenged by the course and by others."

"I'm not much of a challenge, Nate."

"Not yet. But, if you're willing to play a few rounds with your big brother, you'll get better."

And she got better as the round progressed. Sure, one or two balls disappeared completely, either into water or just... into thin air, and there were a few air swings, but otherwise, she was actually quite talented. Maybe brother and sister were just naturals at the game. After 18 holes, par being 72, I hit a 95. I always prefer to get closer to par, but I'm no professional, and I still make mistakes. Lisa didn't keep score because, as a first timer, it simply wasn't important. Getting used to just hitting the ball, learning club and shot selection, the intricacies of putting, was far more important. Most importantly, she had a real blast and it was certainly the most enjoyable of rounds I'd played in years.

Upon sinking the ball into the 18^th, she got a little bit excited, hugging me tightly before kissing me smack bang on the lips. It left me a little shocked, though it was soon forgotten as she babbled on about how she had played. Still chatting away, we wandered back to the hotel, dumping the bag in our room before heading to the bar for a well-deserved drink.

After dinner in the accompanying restaurant, we headed upstairs to our room, flicking on the TV and lying back on the bed, watching a Sunday night movie while sharing a bottle of wine we'd brought up from the bar. My sister was soon snuggled into me, her hand resting on my chest, one of my arms wrapped around her, just gently trailing along her side. It was all rather intimate, again leaving me a little confused as to what she wanted. And what I wanted.

"Nate?" she finally asked once the movie was over.

"Yeah."

My sister shuffled so she could look me in the eyes. "I want to propose something rather simple. I've been thinking about it since you offered to take me on holiday."

"Okay," I stated cautiously.

I watched her take a deep breath. "What happens on holiday, stays on holiday."

I knew exactly what she meant. "Lucy was right?"

"Sort of. I mean, yes, to a point. I mean... Nate, I'm sexually attracted to you. I have been for a while."

"And you want to have sex with me? Your brother?"

She nodded. "Shouldn't you be freaking out right about now?"

"Are you in love with me, Lisa?"

"I don't know. I certainly love you more than a sister should love her brother. I'm not sure if that's being in love but... Lucy was right about one thing."

"And that is or was?"

The smile was rather shy, as if she was embarrassed. "If she was jealous of me, then I've always been a little jealous of your girlfriends. Particularly her," she said quietly.

"This is a lot to take in."

"But you haven't got up, called me an idiot or something worse. And you definitely haven't recoiled in horror, so I'm guessing..."

"Oh, there's a bit going on up here," I retorted, putting a finger to my temple, "Part of me thinks it's a bad idea. Part of me thinks you're my bloody sister, and we shouldn't be having this conversation at all. Part of me thinks 'Well, we're on holiday, why not? We're two consenting adults. Fuck what anyone thinks.' Part of me wants to fuck you senseless. Part of me wants to strip you slowly and make love to you all night."

That broad smile I knew well appeared again. "Really?"

"Not right now, Lisa. Let me sleep on it. It's a bit to take in. But not as much a shock as you'd think."

"I figured the boner I felt this morning was a sign that I should just bite the bullet."

It was late, and having agreed we'd do the Cliffs of Moher the next day, we showered and headed to bed. Unsurprisingly, we snuggled together under the covers, my arms wrapped around my sister and it felt really good. I couldn't resist grazing her skin with my fingertips, just caressing the exposed skin between her bra and panties, her skin soft and warm. I listened to her breathing, aware she was still awake, and there was no doubt she would have felt my erection pressing into her.

Then I figured I'd take a chance, I let my hand drift under the band of her panties. She kept herself trimmed, as there was hair though it felt well groomed. She immediately spread her legs and I wasn't surprised to feel she was completely soaked.

"Nate," she breathed, turning her head and we kissed. And it wasn't a chaste kiss at all, Lisa immediately getting onto her back, her left hand on the back of my head as we made out for the first time. Her mouth opened and accepted my tongue, and soon we were back and forth, teasing each other, my sister giggling as I explored every inch of her mouth. Meanwhile, my hand was busy teasing her cunt, running a finger around her entrance, feeling her body shudder.

She moaned softly into my mouth. "I've wanted this for ages," she whispered.

"I honestly had no idea," I admitted.

She kissed me gently on the lips. "It doesn't matter. I have you with me here now." She looked into my eyes, and there was no missing the look she returned. If she wasn't in love with me, then I had no idea exactly what she was feeling.

Keeping my eyes on hers, I dipped a finger inside her, watching her moan again, her eyes close, as I quickly inserted a second one. I knew enough to start looking for that rather special spot I figured most women had. But she was definitely enjoying whatever I was doing as she eagerly began to kiss me again, her body moving faster against my fingers as I started to pump those in a little faster.

She spread her legs even further, hooking her left leg over mine, leaving herself completely exposed. I was left with the feeling that, if I really wanted to, I could have fucked her there and then. But that was a big step, and though keen, I wasn't mentally there yet. Finger banging my sister was enough for the time being, and I wanted to give her an orgasm.

"I've been horny all day, Nate."

"I jerked off in the shower this morning."

Despite what I was doing, the smile still formed. "Who were you thinking off?"

"You."

The smile turned into a smirk. "Knew it. Like putty in my paws."

"What can I say? The bra and panties worked."

"Play with clit, Nate. I'm not going to last much longer. And it's going to be big!"

The fact my sister just said that to me should have made me leap off the bed, out the door and out of the hotel. Out of the country. But there was something deep inside me which thought the entire thing was totally fucking hot. And her body had responded to every single touch I made. As soon as my fingers touched her clit, she shuddered so hard, I thought she was going to either orgasm or jump off the bed. Instead, her mouth found mine again as she moaned, my hands gently rubbing her clit. She was now putty in my paws.

Wrapping my free arm around the back of her neck, I pulled her closer, turning her onto her side. Her other leg now flung over mine, her legs still open enough for me to play with her. She giggled as I moved her, continuing to softly kiss as her eyes stared into mine. I couldn't remember a previous girlfriend looking at me in the same way my sister looked at me in that moment.

"Oh god..." she cried, then giggled again, "Holy shit."

"Close?"

"I'm holding back, Nate."

"But I want my little sister to cum for me."

"Okay, now that is what I've wanted to hear for a long time." She kissed me before adding, "So go a little faster."

I was rewarded about a minute or so later, her left leg wrapping hard against my right leg, her left arm pulling me tightly into her as she shuddered rather quietly. I was expecting a series of expletives. Instead, she moaned a little bit before she kissed me hard, a kiss of such passion and intensity, it actually made me feel a little light-headed.

Holding her tightly as she took a number of deep breaths, she started to giggle again for some reason. "What?" I asked.

"You're poking me, Nate."

"Ah, yeah."

"Want me to take care of it?"

"You don't have..."

She kissed me before stating, "Oh, but trust me, Nate. I want to."

I was on my back and my underwear was removed quicker than I expected. I was just expecting a handjob, but my sister had other ideas. Her hand around the base of my cock, she just looked at it for at least a minute. "Very nice, Nate. I've often wondered what you were packing between your legs."

"I've heard no complaints before."

"You won't hear any from me if you choose to stick this inside me." She looked up my body, into my eyes. "You will stick this in me, won't you?"

"Probably."

"Probably?"

She ran her tongue along my shaft before circling the head. I could only close my eyes and groan when she did. I was about ready to burst already. "Okay, definitely. And I'm not going to last long right now at all."

"I don't mind, Nate. I want my brother to cum in my mouth. How does that sound?"

"So fucking naughty."

"But you like it?"

"I do now!"

I can only say that she made love to my cock with her mouth, almost licking it like a lollipop to begin with, just teasing me with her tongue while caressing it gently with her hand. Then she slowly but surely took inch after inch into her mouth until I felt her nose press into my groin. I couldn't resist the groan once I felt my entire length disappear. All she did was remove my cock from her mouth, now covered in her spit and saliva, smile at me, before she started to bob up and down. All I can do was gently hold her by the hair.

I lasted all of five minutes before I warned her I was about to cum. All she did was look up at me with her eyes and that pretty much did me in. She was surprised at the first rope of cum no doubt hit the back of her throat, groaning even louder as I fired what felt like at least half a dozen more before I was finally spent. My sister swallowed the entire lot before my cock reappeared, spending another couple of minutes cleaning me.

"Holy shit, Lisa."

"Good?"

"I haven't had any better."

"Really?" I nodded. That made her crawl up the bed and kiss me. I'm sure she probably expected me to recoil, considering I'd just cum in her mouth, but seeing she was willing to swallow the entire lot, I could handle a lingering taste. "I love you, Nate."

"I love you too, Lisa." I paused, before asking the obvious question. "But... How do you mean?"

She smiled but shook her head. "Not tonight, Nate. Let's just go with the fact we love each other like siblings probably shouldn't. Agreed?"

"I can sleep on that too."

After a bathroom break each, and a clean set of underwear, we snuggled back under the covers and I think we were both asleep within five minutes.

*****

We showered together the next morning, and I saw my sister completely naked for the first time. Her breasts were spectacular, and I managed to control myself from touching her... too much. As I thought, she kept well-trimmed hair above her pussy, just the way I liked it. Not that I'd ever told her, but the shaved thing didn't really float my boat.

After breakfast, it was time for the first long drive of the holiday. It had the feeling of a date, Lisa constantly wanting to hold my hand as we walked along, or when I was driving along the motorway, not needing to change gear. I'll admit, it all felt rather nice. I enjoyed her company, she was a delight to converse with, and she was someone I liked looking at. I left her blushing once or twice when I obviously stared at her before returning my attention to the road.

The Cliffs of Moher were as spectacular as I expected, Lisa and I spending a couple of hours wandering hand in hand, taking in the view. I had a good camera, allowing me to take quality snaps, ensuring I took a couple of her, myself or the pair of us together. We ended up spending the rest of the day driving up and down the Shannon coast, stopping in a number of small villages for a quick wander around, while we discovered a wonderful pub in what felt like the middle of nowhere which served some of the best pub food either of us had ever had.

As we walked, or as I drove, the conversation between Lisa and I never ceased, broaching any number of topics, including what had happened the previous night, and what may happen over the coming nights. I was left with little doubt that Lisa wanted sex, and she had wanted to sleep with me for a long time. Finding ourselves in a pub while on the way back to the hotel, I asked a question I had pondered for quite a while.
"When was your last boyfriend?"

"The first year of university. I've only ever been with three people, Nate."

"Really?" I asked, unable to hide the surprise.

"The first guy was in high school. To call him unsatisfying would be an understatement. Granted, it was our first time, but I figured he would have done at least some research. Nope, I was pumped and dumped."

"I had no idea."

She looked at me and smiled. "You had no idea we slept together, but you took care of him for a different reason." I raised my eyebrows, so she continued, "He had got what he wanted from the fat girl at high school..."

"You're not..."

She grabbed my hand from across the table. "I'm not now, I was then. But you took care of him after I came home from school one day in floods of tears. I told you everything, except the sex bit, and you took care of him. And a couple of his friends too."

"Ah, I remember him. He was a twat. What did you see in him?"

Lisa shrugged, and I think was embarrassed. "He was the first boy to ever show interest in me."

I moved on quickly, as I was left thinking it still hurt. "The other two?"

"Both at university, both as selfish. Neither could even give me an orgasm. Again, more worried about fucking me. Barely got me wet half the time."

"Really?"

My sister leaned forward. "Nate, the orgasm you gave me last night was the first time a man ever gave me one. I've had to rely on sex toys for the past five years." I couldn't help chuckle at the admission. "Want to know who I've been thinking about for all that time?"

"I can take a guess."

"Now I want the real thing." She squeezed my hand again, her eyes looking into mine. "Do you want me, Nate?"

I drained the rest of my glass, sticking to lemonade as I was driving, before I practically dragged her out of the pub, hearing her giggle away as I floored the accelerator once back on the motorway. Once back at the hotel, we walked hand in hand through reception, the lady behind the desk who'd checked us in cheerfully greeting us as we briskly walked by. If anything, she had a knowing look on her face of what we were up to.

My sister leapt on me in the elevator, mouths crashing together as I found myself pushed back against the wall, one of her hands immediately going for my groin. I growled into her mouth, which made her giggle.

"Did I do that?" I returned the favour by putting my hand beneath the band of her panties, as she wore a skirt, unsurprised to feel the wetness one again. "You definitely did that to me," she breathed, "But what are we going to do when we get into our room, big brother?"

The first thing I did when we entered our room was slowly undress her. I wanted to make her feel wanted. Feel special. Feel a sense of self-worth after being used by her previous partners. I caressed and kissed every inch of her skin as I removed her skirt and her blouse, even helping take off her shoes and socks as she sat back on the bed, spending a few minutes just massaging her little feet. She even seemed to get turned on by that.

She wanted to undress me, but I stopped her for the time being. "Tonight is about you," I said.

"How?"

"It sounds like you've had some bad experiences. I want to give you a lot of good ones."

"How?" she asked again.

I leaned down to whisper into her ear. "I'm going to give you an orgasm with my mouth. Maybe even a few, if I can read your body right."

Once I had her completely naked in front of me, she actually got a little bit shy. I had to ask why. "No-one's ever looked at me the way you do," she said quietly.

"How am I looking at you?"

"Like you..." She looked away again for a moment and sighed. "You really love me, Nate. I know that much. But I'm still not sure you feel exactly the same way about me than I do about you."

Putting a finger under her chin, I made her look at me. "Maybe not right in this moment, Lisa, but who knows what the next few days will bring?"

The hope that appeared in her eyes and face was almost too much. All I can do was wrap my arms around her, kiss her and let my actions prove my feelings for her in return. Sitting her back on the bed, I quickly removed my shoes and socks, remaining clothed otherwise, as she shuffled back to rest her herself against the pillows. Then she beckoned for me to join her. I just sat back on my knees and looked at her in all her naked glory, running my eyes up her body, unsurprised to see her cunt was already wet, her chest rising and falling as she breathed deeply, already excited by what we were doing.

"You're beautiful, Lisa."

"Nate, you really need to do something to me. Like, right now."

I figured working top to bottom would work a treat, crawling up over her body until my face hovered above hers, unsurprised that she grabbed the back of my head, a handful of hair, and dragged me down for a kiss. Knowing I was still fully clothed, I couldn't tease her with my cock, so used one of my hands, just running a finger along her slit before dipping my finger inside for a moment. Even that was enough to make her body spasm. I broke the kiss and put the finger in my mouth.

"Mmm. My sister is tasty."

She burst into giggles. "That was really corny, Nate."

I leaned down near to her ear. "It was, but I can't wait to eat you out."

"Oh god, me too," she whispered.

As I continued to just gently touch her with my right hand, resting on my left forearm otherwise, I moved from her lips to her neck, pleased to hear her gasp when I started to hit a sensitive area, hearing her little moans in my ear. "I had no idea," she whispered as I covered her neck in kisses, hearing her giggle as she said my stubble tickled her.

Her body continue to rock against my fingers as I moved down her body, eventually focusing on her breasts. I had no real idea how big they were, but at a guess she was definitely a C-cup, and they were perfect for her frame. I ran my tongue over on her nipples and she shuddered rather violently.

"The others never did that."

"Did they literally just stick their dick in you without giving you any attention?" She didn't answer verbally, just shrugging, obviously embarrassed. "Well, it's going to take your brother to show what you have definitely missed out on."

"I can't think of anyone better," she replied softly, moaning against as I latched onto one of her nipples, albeit gently, and caused her to giggle at the sensation. She was now soaking downstairs, my fingers continuing to gently play with her, now sliding a finger inside her, slowly thrusting it in and out. I teased both her nipples, suckling on one and then the other. The noises she made suggested she thoroughly enjoyed it. In fact, I felt a dose of wetness on my hand. She didn't cum, but it was close enough. "Oh god, I had no idea..." she cried.

Kissing down her body, over her stomach, she got ever more excited, her breathing growing rapid as I moved further and further down. Inserting a second finger, I made the usual motion I knew should work, kissing around her groin region but completely ignoring her cunt for the time being. I knew it would drive her nuts but heighten the sensation at the same time.

"Please, Nate," she hissed.

"Please what?"

"Please lick me," she begged, "I want to feel you. I want you to make me cum."

Honestly, I don't think I'd heard anything hotter in my life up to that point. The fact it was my little sister saying that to me? In my mind, it immediately felt... right. Doesn't a brother love their sister, almost unconditionally? All I knew is that I was going to show how much I loved my sister in the next few minutes.

Removing my fingers, I licked from the bottom to the top of her slit, running my tongue over her clit as a finale. She cried out loudly as I did so, shuddering again. Wrapping a hand around a thigh each, I buried my tongue, teasing her entrance, switching between that and her clit, running up and down her labia at the same time, recognising even that caused her to spasm. She was incredibly sensitive to anything I was doing, needing to keep a firm grip of her legs to stop her from either leaping up or closing them around my head.

"Oh.... Nate, what are you doing to me?"

Hoping to give you one hell of an orgasm! That was the intention, and I figured I was doing something right, as she was soon thrusting her groin into my face. "Fuck, yes!" she cried out.

Removing my right hand from her thigh, I gently inserted two fingers inside her again, greeted by another long and loud groan, as I solely focused on her clit, while looking for that particular spot inside her. "Holy fuck, Nate."

My sister tasted divine. Hmm... Let me say that again, for posterity. My sister tasted absolutely fucking divine. I knew, then and there, that I'd never want another woman, if she wanted to put up with me for the next however many years. I looked up to see Lisa looking at me with such intensity, I just knew she was having those same feelings. It wasn't just what we were doing in that moment that caused those feelings. The entire day had been brilliant. One of the best days of my life. The fact I'd shared everything with my sister only heightened the emotions and made it feel even more special.

"I'm going to cum, Nate."

I could have replied, but I figured I'd just keep doing whatever I was doing. Keeping her right leg in place, her left leg was now draped over my shoulder, almost keep me in place in turn, my tongue never leaving her clit while I was now practically fucking her with my fingers. My mouth and fingers were drenched in her juices. Her chest was rising and falling rapidly, and I knew she was very close.

Then I felt the walls of her cunt start to tighten around my fingers, another gush wetness, and I knew she was on the verge.

"Nate!" she cried out, and then she came. It was big. I mean, I'd given women an orgasm before, but my sister either had big ones, or it was just something about the moment. Her back arched into an almost impossible angle for a moment before she went limp on the bed, her body racked by a series of shudders. I kept going, though wondered if I should stop, unsurprised to feel a hand on my head.

"Keep going, Nate. I want another one." I could hear the sob in her voice, and I knew she was probably close to crying. "This feels too good, Nate. I love you."

I stopped for a moment to meet her eyes, glistening in the low light. "I love you too. Tell me when you want me to stop."

"I want you to keep doing this forever."

"Okay."

She giggled and sobbed as I continued to eat her out. Her second orgasm followed rather quickly, no more than five or so minutes, and I could feel the exhaustion now flowing off her. She didn't ask me to stop, though, her hand still on the back of my head as she sat up, continuing to drive her cunt into my face, almost rubbing it up and down on my face.

Her third took a little longer, though I was left feeling she was holding back. My jaw was starting to get sore, and I was rock hard. Had been since we walked into the room, amazed I wasn't feeling more light-headed, considering all my blood was heading south.

"Nate..." My sister stated, out of breath, "I think I've had enough."

"Sure you don't want a fourth?"

She took another deep breath before replying. "I think I'll pass out if I do." She gestured with both hands, crawling back over her body to be dragged in for another passionate kiss. "Give me a couple of minutes' recovery, then I think I definitely owe you one, Nate."

"You don't have to."

She reached down with her right hand to grab my rather obvious bulge. "That needs taking care of, Nate. And I want another load in my mouth."

I collapsed onto the bed beside my sister, not wanting to talk for a couple of minutes to allow the subtle pain in my jaw to subside. It was a good sort of pain; I'm definitely not complaining. I kept an eye on my sister, her eyes half-closed, appearing ready to drift off to sleep. More fool me, as I was completely unprepared for her to leap on me, both of us ending up on the floor. She was possessed, clawing at my trousers, her fingers desperate to undo the button and fly, before she practically ripped off those and my underwear, freeing my still rather hard cock.

I almost laughed as she wasted no time swallowing my cock, watching nearly the entire length disappear. With one hand wrapped around the base, her head bobbed up and down, her tongue doing things I didn't know was possible, unable to hold back the loud groan as I knew I wasn't going to last long at all. I let my sister know that too.

"I don't care if it's two minutes or ten, Nate. You're going to cum in my mouth."

"Probably two, if you keep doing whatever you're doing," I muttered through gritted teeth.

My entire body was jello and I don't think my cock had ever felt so hard. I had to resist the urge to start thrusting into her mouth. She was fantastic without my help. Plus, I didn't particularly want to fuck her mouth. I wanted to fuck something else of hers, and it took a lot of self-control not to throw her on the ground and go to town on her cunt.

"I'm going to cum any second, Lisa."

I was true to my word, as I think I surprised her as she squealed, though her lips remained wrapped around my cock, as I shot my wad. I'm sure they probably heard my groan all the way down in reception, letting rip a series of expletives before letting my sister know how much I loved her and wanted to fuck her. After she'd swallowed and clean my cock with her tongue, she simply looked at me and smiled. "I love you too, Nate."

We definitely needed a shower after the shenanigans of the evening. Thankfully, our appetites for each other were sated, so we simply washed each other down, avoiding any erogenous zones, drying each other off once we were done before hopping into bed, neither of us even bothering with underwear, as it was now absolutely pointless.

*****

I opened my eyes to see Lisa, concentration on her face. It took me a couple of seconds to realise her hand was wrapped around my cock, jerking me off. She smiled as her eyes met mine. "Morning," she stated brightly.

"Morning," I replied, slightly frazzled by how I'd been woken up.

"It would be a shame to waste your morning wood. So I'm thinking... blowjob while you eat me out. How does that sound?"

It sounded like a bloody good idea, and we headed into the shower half an hour later with smiles on our faces, plus my sister figured taking the load on her face would be hot.

It was.

"What's the plan, Nate? Do you just want to spend all day in this room pleasuring your sister? Or would you like to go out?"

"What sort of pleasuring?"

"Well, I'm thinking some more blowjobs, and definitely more of your mouth on my pussy. Then, in the end, the pièce de résistance."

"And that is?"

"You fucking me."

We dressed and headed downstairs for breakfast. It was rather quiet between us. My sister spent most of the time just looking at me, this sweet smile on her face. She smiled at me all the time, but this time it was obviously different, particularly after what we had shared. But I also knew the undertone of the smile.

She was either already in love with me, or was falling in love with me. I think she already was, but probably couldn't admit it to herself yet, let alone me.

The thing is, it had only been a couple of days, but I was feeling exactly the same way. And I wasn't worried at all. I couldn't think of anyone better to fall in love with. I trusted my sister more than anyone. We already had the close relationship most siblings shared. I already loved her as my sibling. I was now falling in love with her as a possible lifelong partner. We had shared most of our lives together, and adding sex to the equation simply deepened the already established relationship.

We headed straight back to the room once we'd finished breakfast, and were naked and in bed before the door had barely closed. There was no rush from either of us, spending what felt like an hour simply making out, whispering sweet nothings to each other, perhaps talking about one thing or another, or I'd just make my sister laugh and giggle. I'd always loved hearing my sister laugh, but in the new dynamic of our relationship, it'll sound a little pathetic, but it did make my heart flutter.

The body of my sister was soon lavished with the attention of my hands, lips and tongue. I loved her breasts, smiling at how hard her nipples got when she was turned on. They were incredibly sensitive, and even just licking, biting or even suckling at those appeared to send shivers up and down her spine.

"You like them, don't you?"

"Love them, Lisa. I like looking at them, though I've always been rather sneaky."

"You don't have to be sneaky anymore. Sounds like I may need to buy some new lingerie."

I spent a lot of time kissing her abdomen. She wasn't toned, but neither was I. I knew she went to the gym a number of times a week, but that was simply to keep fit and healthy. We sometimes went together, if we could organise ourselves. Her skin was soft, and as previously noted, rather pale. She still had self-confidence issues with her body, so I figured giving her entire body attention would hopefully help her feel more confident. Or perhaps she would just feel more confident in front of me. She certainly had no problem being naked with me.

Ignored her crotch, I kissed down one leg then the other before giving her little feet a quick massage, tickling them at the same time, rewarded with even more laughter as she tried to fight me off. We were soon wrestling on the bed, trying not to use any of my strength. Soon enough, I was on my back, Lisa straddling my crotch, her pussy incredibly close to my cock. We stopped wrestling, my sister getting this look in her eyes.

"Nate..."

"Yeah..."

"Do you want to?"

"Of course."

She leaned down and kissed me. "I love you."

I just cupped her cheek, running my fingers up and over her ear, rewarded with another warm smile. "I love you too, little sister."

"Last chance to back out, Nate."

"Like hell that's going to happen. My gorgeous sister, who is currently naked, wants me. And I want her in return."

The smile broadened. "Just what I wanted to hear," she said softly, kissing me again.

She rolled on her back, dragging me with her, my cock at her entrance. I didn't just want to get straight into fucking, and my sister could obviously read my face and intentions. "God yes, I definitely want that again, Nate."

"Good thing I love doing it."

She moaned loudly when I ran my tongue along her slit, instructing her to hold her legs back, placing a hand under a knee each. That left her completely exposed, and she laughed at the look I probably had on my face.

"You look hungry, Nate," she said, wiggling her pussy in my direction.

I was treated to another loud moan as I ran my tongue around and along her lips, flicking it over her clit, almost causing her to jump. "Sensitive," she muttered, as I started to run my tongue against her entrance, feeling her shudder. "Fingers, Nate. I want to feel your fingers in me."

"I thought you wanted my cock?"

She giggled. "After you've done this first."

Gently inserting a couple of digits, I quickly found the right spot and wasted little time focusing my attention on her clit. I soon had her writhing against my face and fingers, pushing her entire body into my face in her desperation to keep contact with my tongue, while she was quickly bucking against my fingers. "I'm not going to last long," she muttered. I didn't mind if she lasted two minutes or two hours. I just wanted her to have an orgasm, recover, then we could fuck. Make love. Have sex. Bang. Whatever you want to call it.

Each time my fingers hit the right spot, she started to make this little moan which, along with the attention I was giving her clit, I had little doubt she was going to cum any moment. As I fingers and licked her, I kept my eyes on her face, watching as her head either rolled back onto the pillow, or she'd rest on her elbows and watch whatever I was doing, almost hypnotised by the fact it was her brother making her feel so good.
"Nate?" I mumbled a response, refusing to remove my mouth from her cunt. "I want you to make me cum hard."

Now I stopped what I was doing. "What the hell do you think I'm trying to do?" I asked, chuckling for a moment, before returning my tongue to her clit, causing another jolt that no doubt went up her spine.

"Oh god, just keep doing that, and I'm going to go off."

She did a couple of minutes later, my fingers pistoning into her cunt rather quickly by this stage, her body writing so much against what I was doing that I was difficult to keep my tongue in contact with her clit. But the noises she made were magnificent, and if anything, made me even harder and more desperate to want to fuck her. I kept doing what I was doing until she finally managed to reach forward, feeling her fingers through my hair. "Okay, Nate," she said quietly, "Okay. I need to rest first."

I kissed back up her body, chuckling to myself as her entire body was sensitive, feeling her shudder each time my lips touched her skin, though she didn't ask me to stop, appearing to enjoy it, before my lips met hers once again. It was a gentle kiss, though she was soon asking for permission to slide her tongue into my mouth. I acquiesced, feeling her hands run up and down my back at the same time, though one soon slid down underneath me, grabbing my cock.

"Someone is ready to go," she stated with a giggle.

"I'm going to last five minutes at most, Lisa. It's been a while, after all."

"Not the time to say it, but Lucy was an idiot, Nate. How could she not want this thing inside her?" she asked, squeezing my cock to accentuate her point.

"Well, my sister sure does, and I'm surprised how much I want to put it inside her too."

"And your sister definitely wants her brother to fuck her senseless."

"That he can do too."

My cock was now at her entrance. Her eyes met mine again, lifting herself up so she could kiss me before stating firmly, "Nate, fuck me. I want my big brother to fuck me."

We both made quite a bit of noise once I slid my cock inside her. I was slow and gentle, knowing she hadn't had anything inside her, except a sex toy, in quite a while. A few years, when I thought about it. It had been a couple of months since I'd fucked anything except my hand, so I think we both thoroughly enjoyed the moment. I leaned down to kiss my sister as I stopped with half my cock inside her, letting her get used to it before I slid a bit more forward. She smiled as I kissed her, and soon I felt my entire length buried inside her cunt.

"Holy shit, Nate."

"Good?"

I leaned back and the smile was broad. "Firstly, this feels awesome. Secondly, my brother is inside me."

"So... I take it that's really good?"

"Can I be honest and say I don't want anyone else again?"

"We'll talk about that later too."

"Agreed. Right now, there's some fucking to do."

I'm sure my sister enjoyed the feeling of something not a toy inside her, but I enjoyed the feeling of being inside her definitely just as much. She was warm, wet and willing to take my cock. Generally, as a guy, that's pretty much what we look for. I don't know everything about female anatomy, but she was also... tight. Much tighter than previous girlfriends. If I wanted to think about it, I would have thought her cunt was made for my cock.

I pulled all the way back until only the head of my cock was still inside her, my sister almost begging with her eyes for me to put it all the way back in. So that's what I did, and the smile returned to her face. I did that a few times, and had to resist laughing, before I slowly but surely started to pick up the pace. My sister shuffled and spread her legs a little further, throwing one around the back of my legs, pulling me down again to kiss her.

Soon enough, I felt the urge to really start fucking my sister hard. I'd been so turned on just eating her out, my warning about not lasting too long was definitely proving correct. I was also figuring that, since I'd already given her an orgasm, she wouldn't be too worried about having one right now. I was definitely hitting the right spot, as she was making all the noises I expected, and the smile on her face suggested she was enjoying being fucked by her brother.

"Not too much longer, Lisa."

All she did was wrap her other leg around me, shuffling her body again so I felt even deeper inside her. "Then you'd better cum inside me, Nate," she breathed.

For the next couple of minutes, I think my sister was fucked harder than she'd ever been fucked before. I grunted and swore quite a bit, while also expressing how good my sister's cunt felt wrapped around my cock. My sister just kept urging me on, to fuck her harder and cum inside her. Once I hit the point of no return, I just kissed her hard, feeling her legs wrap around me even tighter, burying my cock even deeper inside her if possible. I broke the kiss one final time and groaned loudly as I felt the first surge of cum fire out of my cock. My sister definitely felt it as she started to giggle. I kept right on fucking her, firing at least half a dozen ropes deep inside her. Once done, my mind was completely blank and it was only quick thinking that stopped me collapsing on top of her.

Resting on my forearms, I felt her arms wrap around me, holding me as tightly as her legs. I could feel the sweat on my back though my sister didn't seem to mind at all. I still felt rock hard inside her despite the fact I'd just cum.

"That. Was. Awesome," Lisa said quietly.

"That was just round one. Just give me a few minutes to recover."

"You're still hard!"

"It'll go down shortly. Well, maybe... I think being inside you has me far more excited than normal."

She lifted her head to my ear. "Well, having my brother's big cock inside me is the most exciting thing ever," she whispered.

My cock finally deflated, at least a little, rolling onto the bed next to my sister, who immediately got onto her side and cuddled into me. Her hand gently caressed my chest before it moved south to my crotch. She made a noise upon realising my cock was wet with her juices and my cum, though I wasn't surprised when she simply moved her head to my crotch and started to clean me. Cleaning soon turned into a blowjob, and I was hard within a couple of minutes.

"Perfect," my sister whispered.

Then she surprised me by lifting herself up while holding my cock in place, her eyes only on mine as I felt my head slide pop inside her, before I felt her warm cunt envelope my cock until I felt the entire length of it inside her. Once she bottomed out, she wiggled and then giggled.

"Definitely better than a sex toy," she muttered.

"You'll cum this way too," I said, "My cock should hit the right spots inside you."

She smiled. "I know. Why do you think I've leapt on you like this? I have a specific sex toy I've named after you, Nate. Though, I think after this week, it may have to be retired."

"You really have wanted this for a while, haven't you?"

She started to slowly bounce up and down, rocking herself on my cock. "Uh-huh," she stated, already starting to take deep breaths, "Does that shock you?"

I gently held her hips, bending my knees so she could lean back if she wanted. Otherwise, I would leave her to find the best way to ride me. "It doesn't now," I managed to say.

Watching my sister ride me was one of the best things I'd witnessed in my 28 years of life up to that moment. I amused myself by watching her breasts bounce up and down, almost mesmerised by the way they swayed, unable to resist grabbing them for a moment, gently squeezing them and running my fingers gently over her nipples, giving them a tweak at the same time, earning a giggle from my sister. My eyes moved up her neck to her face, her face one of concentration as she started to grind her cunt against me, understanding that would help her too. Otherwise, her eyes searched for mine, and the look in hers was one of lust, hunger and love.

She bent down and kissed me hard, moaning into my mouth at the same time as I moved my hands to her arse and started to gently thrust into her. That caused her to immediately break the kiss, moaning loudly before adding, "Holy shit, Nate. Exactly the right spot. Just keep doing that."

"Hard or gentle?"

She smiled before kissing me again. "Gently does it now. I'm going to cum, no matter what."

So I fucked her gently, holding her by the arse, as she rested her forearms on the bed and spent most of her time kissing me. Her kisses were intense, hot and incredibly passionate. They were some of the best kisses I'd ever received. The depth of feeling behind them left little to the imagination. I knew she was definitely in love with me.

I felt on the verge of feeling exactly the same way. I knew we would be in for one hell of a conversation after our holiday.

"Stop," my sister said.

"What?"

"I want control," she stated with a smirk. I did as my sister requested, moving her hands to my chest, lying them flat against me. She then got this look in her eye, along with the smirk. "You'd better hold on, Nate. You're going to be in for a wild ride!"

She wasn't lying. She started slow, bouncing and grinding on my cock, her eyes never leaving mine. I watched her, transfixed by what she was doing to me with her cunt. To say she felt wonderful would be a tremendous understatement. While I didn't feel any impending need to cum, my sister was making all the noises to suggest she was getting rather excited. I was holding her by the hips again, Lisa moving one of her hands to mine, suggesting I hold her even tighter, before it was placed on my chest again.

"Nate, I won't want another cock again."

"Fine by me."

"I'm going to cum really hard."

"Give me a few minutes and I'll join in."

"I'll cum, then you can throw me on my back and pound me as hard as you want." I couldn't help smile. "I'm serious. I want you to fuck me hard once I've cum. I'll probably orgasm again really quickly."

She wasn't wrong. We both shut up, the only sounds now being her heavy breathing, listening to the subtle changes. Add to those adorable little moans I was learning she made when approaching orgasm, and sounds that I was already falling in love with, and I knew she was going to have an orgasm. And it was probably going to be another big one.

I felt the walls of her cunt start to squeeze my cock, her bouncing on me becoming a little ragged, trying to rub her clit against me at the same time. She moaned loudly, continuing to bounce on my cock, throwing both her body and head back as she cried out... and then she came.

My sister wasn't done by any stretch of the imagination though, as she crested the high before leaning forward, planting her hands on my chest again, and while still shuddering, rode me as hard as ever. Her eyes were wild with desire, milking my cock for a couple of minutes before she collapsed onto my chest, leaning forward to whisper in my ear, "Fuck me, Nate."

I rolled her over and my sister received one ticket to Pound Town, grabbing her underneath her knees, pushing those back enough so they rested just below her breasts. My sister just smiled before I watched her mouth widen as I just fucked her. There is no other way to describe the next few minutes. My sister was properly fucked. I amazed myself, and I think she was surprised, when she had another powerful orgasm. Once she had come down from her orgasm, my own followed not long later, a smaller dose considering I'd only cum about an hour or so before.

Close to passing out from pure bliss, I collapsed onto the bed and did my best to stay somewhat lucid, listening to my sister take a rapid series of breath while giggling at the same time. That caused me to chuckle at the same time. I don't know what she was laughing about exactly. I knew it wasn't what I'd done, so I figured she was just in one hell of a good mood.

Turning onto my side, Lisa did the same thing and we cuddled into each other, our legs criss-crossing as I wrapped my arms around her.

"No going back now, Nate," she said, kissing me gently on the lips before leaning back, gauging my reaction.

"You'll hear no complaints from me, Lisa. That was the best sex I've ever had."

"Really?" Her face lit up in an enormous smile.

"Never had better. And it meant the most to me too."

"I love you, Nate."

"I know... I love you too."

"No, I mean..."

"I know what you mean, Lisa. I'll admit, I'm feeling the same way."

If possible, the smile broadened. Add to that, she had to blink rapidly. "Really?" she asked quietly.

"Definitely. The only question is... What do we do now?"

"Well, we're still on holiday. Let's not get ahead of ourselves. Well, not too much."

"Okay."

We lay in silence for a few minutes before my sister suggested we have a wash. That mean taking advantage of the enormous bath, making use of the bubble bath on offer. It was probably one of the most intimate non-sexual things we'd ever done, my sister sitting between my legs as we lay back in the hot water, not really talking about anything, just enjoying the presence of the other. She would occasionally turn around just to kiss me for a minute or two before turning back around. I would just hold her in my arms, though would occasionally run my hands up her body and play with her breasts.

"You really like them, don't you?"

"They're perfect, Lisa."

"Well, they're all yours now if you really want them. Along with the rest of me."

"Think I'm going to say no?"

"Despite the fact I'm your sister?"

"Quite frankly, that just makes all this better. And also naughtier."

She turned around again, one of her hands immediately moving to my crotch. "So does that mean we can make love all afternoon and night?"

"Apart from breaks for lunch and dinner, yes."

And that is precisely what we did. Once we finished up in the bath, we dressed and wandered downstairs for lunch and a couple of drinks. Our appetites for food and drink soon diminished, we hurried back upstairs, stripped and were making love within minutes. That continued all afternoon, whether it was sex, a sneaky blowjob or eating my sister out. We only ever stopped once we'd had an orgasm and needed time to recover. It was a thoroughly enjoyable way to spend an afternoon with my sibling.

We needed another wash before my sister wondered if we shouldn't head out for dinner. It was a great idea, so we showered and dressed up nicely, ordered a taxi and headed into Dublin city centre. I treated my sister to some fine wine and dining, and I don't think I'd ever had a more beautiful date than my sister that evening. After dinner, we strolled around the city, taking in some of the sights by moonlight, occasionally stopping to simply make out for a moment before continuing on our walk.

After enjoying a drink or two at a bar we stumbled upon, we finally headed back to the hotel once the clock passed midnight. Hopping into bed once we'd undressed, I think our appetites for each other were finally sated, as my sister simply cuddled into me, kissing my cheek, and told me how much she loved me. I returned the words and it wasn't long before I heard soft snores. I admit I stayed awake a bit longer, deep in thought, wondering just where our relationship was heading. It scared me a little because I knew the route I already wanted to take, and the route I assumed she wanted, was going to be incredibly difficult for both of us.

*****

"They can't have been natural."

I was concentrating on the road, but managed to reply with, "What makes you say that?"

"They look man-made, Nate."

"You're talking millions of years of... er, geology. It's a World Heritage Site. I'm sure they've had experts there to assess if it was all fake."

"Well, at least the legends are interesting. Thanks for bringing me."

"You're welcome. Though you don't have to thank me. I wanted to see them too. And we did spend all day at the hotel yesterday. The fresh air probably did us some good."

"I know. We haven't had sex all day, Nate. I mean, I love just holding hands and the occasional kiss and cuddle, but I'm feeling empty here."

I couldn't help glance at her. "Are you suggesting something, little sister?"

"I want you to fuck me in the outdoors. I'm sure we can find somewhere secluded."

"It's only another 90 minutes to Dublin."

"Wouldn't you find fucking your sister in a public area even naughtier?"

"How public?"

"I'm not saying in the middle of Dublin. But I'm sure there are plenty of country lanes around where we can have some privacy." Her right hand reached for my left hand, lifting it from the steering wheel as she adjusted herself slightly. I felt the dampness in her panties. "I'm horny, Nate. I need my big brother."

"I'll turn off at the next junction and find somewhere. I'll need my hand back to drive, though." Before it was released, she manoeuvred my hand and I felt two of my fingers enter her cunt. After she used them to fuck herself for a few seconds, she released my hand. I just glanced at her while I licked my fingers clean. I made a sound to suggest I enjoyed the taste.

"Just your cock, Nate. That's all I want inside me once we're stopped."

It took a few minutes longer than I think either of us wanted, but I found a small space on a narrow country lane that was just perfect for what my sister wanted. My sister helped get me ready as I drove, her hand on my crotch, gently rubbing my hardening cock before I found a place to park. Once I had the engine shut off, my sister appeared ready to start blowing me. Instead, I just told her to get out.

She sat on the bonnet of the car. I reached under her skirt and removed her panties, putting those in my pocket, before I grabbed her and dragged her close. Her hands immediately went to my belt and top of my trousers, and my cock soon sprang free.

"This is what I'm calling a freebie, Nate. I just want you to fuck me hard and cum inside me. Don't worry about me. I'll probably get off on doing this outdoors. Otherwise, I'll finish myself off in the car on the way home."

"Seriously? I'll want to watch then probably crash."

"Well, I guess you can watch me if you cum before me." I knew my jaw dropped as my sister just giggled, then she grabbed my cock and guided it inside her. She gasped as the head of it disappeared, sitting up slightly so it was easier for me to kiss her. "Right, I'm going to lie back now. So have fun, Nate."

I couldn't but laugh as she lay back on the bonnet, using the jumper she'd brought as a pillow so she could watch me. I just rammed my entire cock inside her, causing my sister to jump slightly. "Naughty," she said, before she wriggled, letting herself adapt again. "Okay, fuck me."

I lasted no more than five minutes, to be honest. A whole list of reasons why. It was my sister. We were out in public. We hadn't had sex all day. Her cunt was tight and welcoming. My sister talked so dirty, it would have made a sailor blush. Most of it was about me or my cock, obviously, but it was still nice to hear that my sister thoroughly enjoyed what I did to her.

And despite blasting a load inside her after only a few minutes, I kept on trucking. Much to the surprise of my sister, my cock barely going down. So I figured I'd be the nice brother she always said I was, and started to gently rub her clit as I continued to fuck her. The smile that formed on her face when I did that was heartbreakingly warm.

"Someone wants me to cum," she stated after taking a deep breath.

"I'm your brother. It's my job to take care of you, Lisa."

She made a gesture to suggest she wanted to sit up, using my left arm to haul her into a sitting position. She immediately kissed me, almost desperate to slide her tongue into my mouth, or mine into hers, or into each other's. I continued to play with her clit, who body jerking and shuddering as I have no doubt she was getting close. She broke the kiss and moaned loudly, letting me knew that she was indeed getting very close. I couldn't help smirk.
"That was fast."

"Horny, Nate. So very horny."

She certainly was, as her orgasm followed only a couple of minutes later, needing to hold her tight with my left arm as she nearly collapsed back onto the bonnet. I removed my right hand from her clit once she asked me to, and we stood and sat in silence, still moulded together. I kissed her cheek, Lisa turning to look at me, smiling again.

Figuring we'd taken enough of a chance, I dressed myself though my sister didn't ask for her panties back, quite happily getting back into the as I slid into the driver's seat. "I'll clean up the seat if I've made a mess, Nate. I think I will, because I feel rather full of your cum."

It was dark by the time we got back to the hotel, my sisters panties still in my pocket as we walked through the reception area. She decided to lift her skirt up as she practically skipped ahead towards the elevator. I'll admit to feeling her up good and proper as we ascended.

"Back into Dublin again tonight?" I asked, once back in the room.

"Dancing? Let's see if we can find a place with Irish music."

I couldn't help chuckle. "We're in Dublin, Lisa. I'm sure we'll find somewhere."

We showered, fondling each other and making out as we did, before we dressed and called a taxi to take us into town again. Lisa picked another great restaurant, this time insisting she be the one to pay, considering I'd paid for nearly everything else so far. I didn't mind paying, I was treating her to a holiday, and I liked taking care of my little sister, financially or otherwise. Then it was a case of finding somewhere playing the music we wanted. It took all of five minutes, standing at the bar with a drink until we had enough liquid courage to join other revellers on the dance floor.

I'm not sure what time we finished, but that wasn't the only bar we frequented that night. We'd certainly had our fill of drink, while our feet were aching by the time we were kicked out of the last bar we were in. I think we were both pretty drunk, my sister probably a little worse than me. Somehow, I managed to flag down a taxi to take us back to the hotel. The night receptionist chuckled as I had to haul my now half-asleep sister towards the elevator. Once in our room, I managed to undress her down to her underwear before tucking her under the covers. I barely managed to strip myself before collapsing into bed beside her, falling asleep in seconds.

*****

The day before St. Patrick's Day was obviously a wash out after the night before. We'd had a great time but were now paying for it. We woke only an hour or so before midday, my sister complaining about a hangover. Neither of us were in the mood for anything, in particular sex, so we ordered in some room service while turning on the TV, managing to find something we were both interested in watching. After eating, we soaked together in the bath tub, still neither of us really in the mood to be intimate, though my sister appreciated the subtle massage I gave her.

"What's the plan for tomorrow?" my sister asked sometime later that afternoon. Apart from the bath, neither of us had moved an inch.

"I'm thinking an early night tonight for an early rise tomorrow. Round of golf first?" My sister nodded. "After that, back here for a shower, get ready, then head into town for an all-day bender."

It was only after dinner that we felt well enough to finally engage in some sexual shenanigans. But, I'll be honest. I think we were both a little disappointed in the end. We both had an orgasm, but as we were both still tired from the night before, the action didn't last all too long. That didn't stop my sister cuddling into me once we were done, still naked, which I know we both enjoyed. We continued to make out instead, foregoing anything else too physical. It was incredibly intimate and I knew we were both now falling head over heels in love with each other. We slept early that night and I wondered what she was thinking as I started to drift off.

St. Patrick's Day in Dublin was everything I expected. My sister and I had an absolute blast. We rose early so we could get a round of golf in. It was rather quiet on the course when we teed off, and while we didn't stop and have sex exactly, there was plenty of kissing, fondling, and a trip into the bushes when I fingered my sister to orgasm. She had a smile on her face the rest of the round.

After a shower, where there was a lot more kissing and fondling, plus a blowjob for me so I could enjoy an orgasm, we grabbed a taxi into the city centre, heading straight for Temple Bar. Even as early as it was, a couple of hours before lunchtime, the place was absolutely heaving. We wandered around, a plastic cup of Guinness in hand, watching the traditional parade, and it was immediately obvious the neighbourhood was full of tourists. But we ended up talking to people from across the globe, in particularly bunches of Americans and Australians, unsurprising considering the number of Irish immigrants in both countries.

By early evening, the sun having disappeared and the night beginning to cool, neither my sister or I was particularly drunk, which was a surprise. We were leaving another bar when my sister dragged me in close to whisper in my ear. "I want to go back to the hotel, Nate."

I returned a look she probably knew well by now. "Whatever for, Lisa?" I asked innocently.

Still leaning into my ear, she said a few simple words. "I want you to fuck me the rest of the night."

"But what about the revelry?"

I actually didn't care about that. And my sister returned a look I knew well. "What's it going to be, Nate? More drinking in these crowds or sex with me back at the hotel? Choose wisely!"

I chose wisely.

The traffic and crowds meant it took at least an hour for us to get back to the hotel. Even the bar there was full to bursting, and despite the fact my sister was rather keen to head upstairs, she suggested a last drink. We stood at the bar, chatting with a few people, particularly one or two who had noticed us golfing together. When asked if we were together, there was no hesitation from either of us in answering yes.

Back in the room, my sister asked me to get on the bed while she 'freshened' up. I had no idea what she needed to freshen up, though I guess maybe she just wanted a shower before we started. I asked if she wanted company, but she told me to just get naked and wait for her.

She took a while. A lot longer than I expected, though she finally appeared at the edge of the bed. I looked her up and down as she stood naked, my cock obviously reacting to the sight. She walked around her side of the bed, taking a small bottle from behind her back. I looked at the bottle, then looked at her again. No doubt my eyes would have been wide. She just smiled as she got on the bed, sitting on her knees, grabbing the bottle, squirting some liquid into her hands before she grabbed my cock and started to apply.

"Seriously?" I asked.

"I want to try it. And there's no-one else I'd want to do it with."

"Seriously?" I asked again.

"Nate, your sister is wanting you to fuck her in the arse, and that's all you can ask?"

"It's just... I never expected... I'm surprised, that's all."

"Have you done it before?" I nodded. "Well, obviously I haven't. Well, not with a real dick, anyway. But that's why I brought the lube with me, because I obviously hoped and planned for all this to happen, and I want you to try every hole I have. Well, at least every hole capable of taking your cock."

"So I guess that's what you were doing in the bathroom and why you were so long?"

"I did a lot of reading, Nate. But the one thing I want is to remain in control. So that means all you have to do is lie back and think of England. Though you are more than welcome to play with my boobs, knowing how much you like this, or you can play with my pussy, because that will help me cum."

"You ever stuck a toy up there?"

"Yes. The one I named after you. You're bigger than the toy."

I made a fist-pump. "Score!"

While continuing to stroke me, being rather liberal with the lube, she leaned forward to kiss me. The sort of kiss that made my cock even harder, causing my sister to giggle. Though she then said she loved me, which made me smile. Applying to lube to her butt, she then straddled my lap, my hands immediately going to her hips, though I didn't move otherwise. She grabbed my cock again and I felt her press the head at her entrance, running it up and down the crack of her arse, teasing me every so often by pressing down.

Then she stopped teasing, her eyes focused on mine as she pressed down a final time and I felt the head of my cock slowly but surely open her up and slide inside her. It was tremendously exciting, a broad grin forming on my sister's face. She was obviously taking her time, letting herself adapt to a new intruder. It took a while, but my entire length eventually disappeared inside her arse.

It was probably the hottest thing I'd ever done in my life up to that point. Meanwhile, my sister could only lean forward and kiss me again, before she very slowly started to ride me. The sensations travelling up my cock and the rest of my body were something else entirely. I know I wasn't going to last very long, considering how tight her arse was. Adding the whole taboo thing of fucking my sister in the butt, and I was surprised I hadn't cum already.

"I'm not going to last long, Lisa."

"Play with my clit and neither will I."

"That good?"

She kissed me again. "Even better than I thought."

Licking my finger, I wasn't surprised my sister was dripping wet, figuring I'd insert a couple of digits inside her. That made her nearly leap off my cock. "Too much, Nate," she whispered, "Just play with my clit. Please..."

The female body is both a marvellous thing and a bloody mystery all at once. So I withdrew my fingers and simply started to gently rub her clit with my thumb. Again, the first touch sent a shudder through her body, though she started to pick up the pace rather quickly, matching her bounces to the rubbing of my thumb.

"Holy shit," she whispered.

"Yeah, me too."

"Will you stay hard if you cum quickly?" I nodded. "Good."

She continued to ride me a little faster, and that was enough to pretty much finish me off, unable to hold back my orgasm much longer. I groaned loudly as I felt the first shot, deep into her butt, hearing my sister giggle before asking me to rub her clit a little faster, as she was going to cum any second herself. And she did, losing herself in bliss for a few moments as she must have destroyed her arse on my cock before she finally stopped. I know I lay back with a dumb grin on my face as my sister sat still on my lap, breathing heavily before she simply lay down on my chest. Wrapping my arms around her, I kissed the top of her head and squeezed her.

"Okay, that was much better than I expected," she whispered.

"Glad you enjoyed it."

"I don't want to take it out yet. But I'm guessing we'll need a shower?"

"Well, if you want to fuck some more, then that would probably be a good idea."

My sister shuffled her butt and my softening cock popped out, before she rested herself again. "Okay, in a few minutes," she replied quietly. Unsurprisingly, she fell asleep so I let her rest for half an hour. Her lying on my chest eventually became uncomfortable, gently rolling her off onto the bed and I headed into the bathroom for a shower. She must have only been napping, as my sister joined me within five minutes, so we spent a good twenty minutes cleaning each other down.

Once back in bed, we made love the rest of the night before finally lying back, my sister wrapped in my arms. We lay in silence, both of us no doubt deep in thought. We would be returning home the next day and I know we were both thinking one thing.

What would happen next?

I could see and sense my sister was upset the next morning. She was very quiet as we dressed and packed, and she said next to nothing as we had breakfast. I tried to open conversation with her, but I knew anything I started with would lead into the one topic of discussion that hovered above us.

The drive to the airport took place in continued silence. I glanced at my sister every so often, and I think she was wiping her cheeks at one point, though I didn't see any tears myself. After checking in, we found a table at one of the bars and enjoyed a final drink. I reached across the table and grabbed her hand, receiving a crooked grin.

"We should talk about this when we get home."

"What's to talk about, Nate? The holiday is over."

"It's over when we say it's over."

She sighed. "I know you're trying to be nice, Nate. But let's be realistic about things. Just... It's okay."

"But..."

She withdrew her hand, folding them against her chest. "Don't worry about it."

That ended the conversation, and the flight took place in silence, barely a word uttered between us. I continued to glance at her, but she wouldn't meet my eyes. I was left confused, as I'm pretty sure I'd told her I would be quite happy to continue whatever this was between us. But maybe it was me being unrealistic about things? My sister had always been rather level-headed and perhaps she was thinking it simply wouldn't or couldn't work. As she'd said, what happened on holiday...

We caught a cab from Heathrow home, the car pulling up outside my sister's house first. I helped her take out her suitcase, hugged and kissed her on the cheek. She told me she loved me but turned around, wheeling her suitcase behind her as she disappeared inside her house without a backwards glance. Feeling a little crushed that it ended like that, I wandered inside my own house a few minutes later, wondering what the hell had gone wrong so quickly.

I didn't hear from my sister all week, my texts going unanswered, my phone calls ignored. By the next Saturday, I was going nuts, needing to know where our relationship stood. Knocking on her front door that morning, she opened it after a few second and almost appeared surprised to see me. She looked awful, like she'd barely slept all week and had spent most of the time crying.

"You look like shit, Nate."

I did the only thing I could think of to do. I stepped forward, wrapped my arms around her, and kissed her. She melted into my arms, responding to my kiss immediately, feeling her leg brush against mine as she kicked the door shut, before she dragged me into her living room, the pair of us collapsing onto the couch. Our hands were all over each other, though I soon found her two pressed into my chest, gently pushing me upwards.

"I didn't think..."

"Whatever gave you that idea?"

"I thought..."

"I love you, Lisa." I sat up and pulled her up to sit next to me. "That was the best week of my life. And I don't want it to end there."

"But we can't... I mean, it's all well and good on holiday but..."

"Do you want to be with me?" She nodded. "Then I don't see the problem."

"What about friends? What about Mum and Dad?"

"We don't tell and be careful around our friends. As for the parents, well, they're half a world away." I grabbed both of her hands. "All I know is that I want to be with you. And I'm left thinking you definitely want to be with me. Am I correct?"

She blushed and nodded. "Forever, Nate," she whispered.

"Move in with me."

The shock on her face almost made me laugh. "What?"

"Move in with me. Keep this place, but rent it out. Move in with me."

"You're serious?"

"I love you more than anything, Lisa. I want you with me all the time. If the week we just shared is a taster of what our life is going to be like together, then I don't want to live apart."

That was all the convincing she needed. My sister moved in with me a week later.

Three months after moving in, my sister joined me at the breakfast table, reaching across to grab one of my hands, looking up from my coffee to see an enormous smile on her face. I raised my eyebrows, the question unasked, as she said three simple words.

"Nate, I'm pregnant."

I celebrated that news with my sister in the best way possible. We both called in sick and spent the day in bed. We lay back that night after an entire day of sex, talking about the future, though we both agreed there was one question we simply didn't know how to answer.

What the hell did we tell our parents?

*****

A/N -- Hope you enjoyed it. If you're wondering, there won't be a sequel to this. I wrote this so long ago, I didn't have any intention then either.