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It was a very hot day in Warwickshire, right in the middle of England where the air is humid and sticky. I was sitting in the back garden by the pool, an unusual addition to a British house but we we’re privileged . My Father owns a large chain of gyms and fitness studios throughout the U.K. and soon to be Europe, he was away on this particular week in Ireland, scouting for new gym locations. He had to visit Dublin, Cork, then Belfast and was expecting to need one or two days in each location, this happened a lot lately, we rarely saw him at home. As I was in my second year of college, I had a few afternoons at home and today was one of them, I drank some (light) beer by the pool, put my feet up and chilled out in the complete privacy of our secluded “manor”, as I liked to call it. I was eighteen, as fit as a boy could be, and my physique showed it. I worked out most days and also took spinning classes (my mum lead them) three times a week, I used the sun-beds when there wasn’t any real sun to soak up and kept a nice tan all year round. I heard a car pull up around the front of the house on the gravel about 5.20pm, it could only have been my Mother’s Porsche. I sat up and tried to look a little less lazy than I was actually being, she came through the house a few minutes later, followed by my sixteen year old sister, Jen. They’d come straight from a class at the studio, Mum often picks up Jen from school and they take step-aerobics together. They said “Hi!” almost in unison and came over to the loungers by the pool, next to me. Jen was wearing a pair of loose shorts and a t-shirt with the family gym logo on it. I said “Hi” and watched her kick off her trainers and dangle her feet in the pool. Mum sat next to her and did the same. After a few minutes of the usual “how was your day?” talk, Jen jumped up from the lounger and announced “I’m gonna have a swim”. She took off her t-shirt to reveal a sports-bra strapping in her fair-sized breasts, nothing I haven’t seen before. Then she turned to face away from me, maybe out of shyness, and took down her shorts, slower than I would normally expect. She didn’t bend at the knees the whole time, sticking her bum right up in the air with some surprisingly small bikini bottoms on. I didn’t normally notice my little sister’s figure, but it seemed to be grabbing my attention today. My Mum glanced over at me, I quickly looked down to my magazine, hoping she hadn’t noticed my eyes through my sunglasses. She said nothing, I didn’t look up at her for a moment, she knew what I was looking at. I heard a splash and looked up to see my little sister rising from a shallow dive, her head popped up from below the surface of the water, her hair a mass of wet blonde streaks. “Ooh, that felt good, it’s too hot today” “it can never be too hot in England” I responded, not taking my eyes off her as her torso rose from the water, her sports bra clung to her and I could see the shape of her right breast from the side as she flung her arms up in the air. “I’m tempted to join you in there” said my Mum, sitting forward and putting her book down . She was, even if I shouldn’t say it, a stunning woman. Perfect in every way, thirty-six years old, peak physical condition and not a stretch Yakacık escort bayan mark on her, not bad for a mother of two. She stood up in her “work uniform”, an expensive sports-bra and blue Lycra shorts which covered a very small amount of her thighs. I don’t know why but I was captivated by her as she reached up, arched her back and took out her pony-tail, letting her dark blonde hair fall down her back. It was a good job she jumped in the pool soon after, if she’d stayed out then I wouldn’t have been able to conceal the lump in my shorts. “What’s wrong with you, it’s your mother and sister, for fuck’s sake” I asked myself under my breath. I sat watching them swim and splash each other for a few minutes, trying to make my hardon go away, it wouldn’t subside, this could end in embarrassment for me, I thought. “Wanna drink, Mark?” called Jen, getting out of the pool, a sight in itself. “Yes please, I’ll have a beer while you’re there” as she was walking toward the house “Get a bottle of red, will you sweetie” chirped Mum, from the pool. “okayyyy, I only have two hands though” Jen called back. I sat for a moment or two, then told Mum “I’ll see if she needs a hand, she’ll only drop my beer”, she nodded and smiled, obviously enjoying cooling in the pool. I went through the kitchen, to the cellar. It was a very small cellar, probably a bathroom before we moved in, I never knew it as anything else though. I opened the door to see my sister bent over away from me, scooping from the ice-maker. She loved her fruit-punch with loads of ice. Her bikini bottoms had formed a thong between her beautiful, round bum-cheeks. I liked what I saw. “Nice to see you smiling” I said, grinning cheekily. She jumped, not hearing me come in the room, “cheeky Bastard” she looked behind her to see me looking at her arse but didn’t act like she noticed. “Can you get a bottle of Cabernet down for mum, I can’t reach up there” she asked, looking up to the top of the wine rack, still bent over with her bikini bottoms up her bottom. “Yeh, I knew you’d need some help” I replied, stepping closer behind her, the rack was nearly above her head so she was right in my way. I put my hand on her bum as I reached above her, I still don’t know why I did it, it was just to steady myself, I think. “Hey, what are you doing with your hand there, mister?” Jen called, still not moving though, I blushed, knowing this could be uncomfortable, “Oh, sorry, I didn’t do it on purpose or anything” “Yeah right, I saw you eyeing me up. Not that I blame you, I’ve been told I have a nice bum” “Well, you do I suppose, I wasn’t looking though” “Yes you were, I saw the shape of your shorts when I was swimming, you like what you see don’t you?!” “Erm, well, I can’t help it really. A woman is a woman in my eyes, and you’re in great shape…..” As my words tailed off, she stood up straight and turned around to face me, my cock was still erect, having not subsided fully since she took her shorts off outside. My sister looked down at my shorts, smiling at what she’d obviously caused. I couldn’t take my eyes off her breasts, the sports-bra was drying in patches but still wet around her nipples where it was double-layered. She saw Escort Atalar me looking and blushed a bit, maybe she was more self-conscious than I thought? The next thing I knew I’d moved my hands up to her waist and I could feel her fit body, she was cool to the touch, from the pool. She looked shocked that I’d grabbed her, but didn’t pull away. I instinctively pulled her towards me and my erection, she gasped as I shifted her whole body weight in one easy pull, our lips me. Her wet nipples started to harden through the layers of her top as I kissed her, she started to respond and soon we were moving our hands up and down each other’s bodies like we had wanted to do this for years. I couldn’t believe I was kissing and touching my little sister, it seemed wrong but also like the most natural thing I could do. I put both hands under her bum and pulled her in toward my aching cock, she moved her head away, leaned back and then with both hands, pinged her bra up over her breasts. There they were, my sister’s breasts, right in front of me, sitting there perky and tanned with beautiful pointing nipples, flush with blood and colour. She was horny, there was no mistaking it. “Oh jesus, they’re the most perfect things I’ve ever seen” I quietly told her “And they’re all for you” she whimpered. I lifted her clean off the floor by the cheeks of her bum, her legs wrapped around my waist as I lifted her right up so her nipples were within reach of my mouth, I put her left nipple in my mouth and she froze, I thought it was because I had given her a new sensation until I heard a raised voice “What the fucking hell are you two doing?” Our mother had wondered why we were taking so long with her wine and came to see what the delay was. “Oh fuck, Mum….” Jen said, sounding terrified, her legs still around my waist and her bra still up over her exposed breasts. I gripped her bottom harder out of fear, I didn’t want to drop her now, injuries are the last thing we need. “I knew it, I knew you two were up to something. I saw the way you were looking at your sister, Mark” “I never meant to Mum, it……”I didn’t know what I was going to say. “Mummy, it was all my fault, I was teasing him in my bikini” Volunteered Jen, sliding down me and putting her feet back on the floor, she went to pull her bra back down but before she could, Mum grabbed us both by the wrists and pulled us close to her. We were in complete amazement when Mum let go of us and ripped off her top, completely bare from the waist up, I barely had time to admire her stunning figure, which she’d kindly let my beautiful sister inherit. In an instant she grabbed both of us by the back off our heads and pulled us right onto her chest, turning us so our faces were on her. “If you wanna play happy families, then we’re all playing now” She angrily barked. “Open your mouths, the pair of you. Suck my nipples like you did when you were Kids” Mum ordered, we obeyed. I looked at my sister, she was looking at me and she grabbed my right hand with her left, we were in this together. She looked more beautiful now than she ever had, my cock jumped, I suddenly realised what was happening. I was sucking the nipples of a beautiful woman with the body Kadıköy escort of a goddess, and I was being joined by another woman with the body of a goddess. “Mmmm, that’s it. Suck them hard, both of you” Mum moaned Neither me or Jen spoke, we just did as we were told, she was a fit, strong woman and we knew that all too well. We kept eye contact, all the while getting hornier. I reached my left hand up to my Mum’s leg, I hadn’t laid a finger on her until then, it made her jump a little. Jen cottoned on and did the same, Mum was getting hornier. I ran my fingers gently up the back of Mum’s thigh, over her skin-tight shorts and her perfectly formed bum. It felt amazing, even more than Jen’s, maybe it’s true what they say about older women…? It seemed to go on forever before our Mother seemed to break her resolve “Oh, I missed having you two on my breasts at the same time. It’s been fourteen years since either of you did this, it feels like yesterday now, it’s exactly as it was last time”. I looked at Jen, her tongue was wrapped around Mum’s perfect, dark nipple and I knew then that I wanted it around my cock, and soon. She was still holding my hand, so I moved it up towards Mum’s shorts. I could feel the heat from her pussy through them, I placed mine and Jen’s hand on her box, firmly. Mum’s legs tensed, trapping our hands down there, in the heat of her pussy, I could feel how damp it was, and it wasn’t from the pool. I grabbed the back of her sorts with the other hand and pulled, Jen did the same on her side until we had exposed her perfect buns and it they started to expose her pubic bone, no underwear and not a single hair in sight. This was a woman who knew how to look after herself. We moved our hands round and pulled until her shorts down at the front, they stuck to her completely hairless pussy, with both hands we pulled them down until her flushed, pink lips were exposed. Her legs were muscular, they parted just below her pussy, leaving a little gap where you I could see her lips protruding slightly, obviously very wet. We had her shorts about half way down her thighs when she stopped us and pulled is both upright again. “Right, you two, I’m sending you to bed” She told us, we must have looked confused but she just grinned and turned around, grabbing our wrists and pulling us out of the cellar through the house to the stairs. We followed as she led us upstairs, her shorts still around the tops of her thighs, and her upper body bare. Her back was sensational, a sexily curved piece of toned perfection. It was the very definition of feminine sensuality, I was in awe. At the top of the stairs she pulled us into her and Dad’s bedroom, let us go and turned to shut the door. She beckoned us into the room, it felt odd. This was their private space where they did the things we weren’t meant to see, we seldom saw into the room. It was a very feminine room, Mum’s indulgence. It had a massive four-poster bed with red and white curtains tidily tied to the posts. The walls were covered with antique style wallpaper, it was plush and completely indulgent, as was the en-suite with its full size Jacuzzi, white fittings and a French sofa under the window where Mum would do her hair and nails. We stood there, waiting to see what Mum would tell us to do next, it didn’t take long before we heard our next motherly order, “Right, come over here and finish getting the shorts off me”, we both quickly went to, and knelt in front of her now glistening body, the air in the house was hot, it was a sight to behold.
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