My Newly Nudist Twin Sister Ch. 02

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THANKSGIVING

Our family doesn’t usually spend Thanksgiving at home. I mentioned before that our mom is a flight attendant, so the whole family can fly for free subject to the various standby and companion rules of the airline.

Thanksgiving day is actually a really good time to travel because people mostly travel right before Thanksgiving. When Amy and I were about ten years old, our family started flying to Thanksgiving in some other city rather than spending it at home. It’s actually really cool. We can get anywhere in the country in a few hours or less, and we stay at a nice hotel and have dinner there. Our parents are geniuses to have figured this out. Hotels generally have an amazing Thanksgiving dinner.

This year we all met in Miami since Amy is there and we have never been there as a family. To keep us all together, my parents got two rooms at the Ritz Carlton in South Beach. Amy and I shared a room for two nights. I am telling you this for a few reasons:

1. Nothing happened between Amy and I. We actually talked about the fact that it felt weird for both us with our parents there. I used the term “disrespectful,” sort of like hooking up with someone when their parents are home. Amy just thought there was no way she could possibly feel in the mood to do anything at all. Family time is family time. Yes, we shared a bathroom. Yes, we saw each other naked. It just wasn’t a big deal. It felt like living together when we were at home. There was no intent, so there was no action.

2. Neither of us particularly cared that nothing happened. There is no lust here between us. We talked about this, too. Amy and I agree that two (related) people can engage in a shared sexual activity without the participants being the object of the activity. It may sound weird, but that’s where we’re at. You can jerk off with someone without wanting to fuck them.

3. The Ritz Carlton is awesome. Dinner was great. I highly recommend, particularly if you are sponsored. It’s in a good part of Miami beach, near the Delano hotel, which is pretty swank, the Shore Club, which is really nice, and some good restaurants.

PLANETARY ALIGNMENT

Here is the relevant bit of conversation from Thanksgiving: The way schedules worked out, Amy and I were to be in Maui alone together for two days. Both of our semesters coincidentally ended on the 12th. The way the timeshare got booked, it was actually going to sit empty for a few days, and our mom figured we might as well use it as much as possible so we would go ahead of time, and the parentals would catch up with us on the weekend. This is actually not at all unusual for our family. Because of the way we travel, often on standby, we often end up staggering and overlapping our travel.

While my mom was explaining all of this to us nonchalantly, Amy looked at me and smirked. Alone together in a tropical paradise for a few days – what could possibly go wrong? We had talked about it a lot since then, and we had both been looking forward to our own mini-vacation. The thought of putting down my pencil on my last final and heading straight to the airport to go to a tropical island has sounded better and better with each passing day.

WE WENT TO MAUI

The best way to fly standby is to build trips through a major hub airport because there are more flights and a greater chance of there being unsold seats. This means we are very familiar with DFW. I was actually flying the opposite direction from the west coast to get there, and Amy was meeting me there so we could pick up the same nonstop at around 11am.

Amy got to Dallas before me and was waiting at my gate when my flight landed. When I got off the plane I saw her running toward me and beaming. I had just enough time to drop my backpack before she jumped into my arms, hugging me and wrapping her legs around my waist and burying her head in my neck as I scooped her into a tight hug. She gave me a quick peck on the cheek before dismounting.

“Ready for a tropical adventure?” She said.

“You have no idea,” I said. “This semester kicked my ass.”

“Me too,” she said, smiling at me. “Did you eat? Let’s go to the airport lounge and get a snack.”

We dress nicely when we fly. It is a rule of the airlines that employees and their families have to stick to a dress code while flying standby. I’ve seen a girl denied boarding because she was wearing leggings and a tank top. Amy looked great in her blue sundress I recognized from the weekend I had spent with her.

“I think I remember that dress,” I joked.

She smiled sideways at me. “Do you remember what I like to wear under it?”

I stopped walking and looked at her.

“No, dummy, I’m not,” she said, rolling her eyes, “I was not going to try to get a butt plug through airport security.”

I started laughing hard at the mental image. “Can you imagine them wanding you and your butt keeps beeping?”

“Ew. No. I meant in my bag. Can you imagine a pervy TSA dude holding it up for mom to see on our way home? That’d be fun. Anyway. No.”

They fly a 777 from DFW to OGG, which is nice. It’s a long flight – over 8 hours etiler eve gelen escort – but you’re flying west, so you leave around 11am and get there around 3:30pm. Amy loves to watch movies on planes. She insists that we watch the same one, starting at the exact same time so we can experience it together. She travels well, with noise cancelling headphones, plenty of snacks in her bag, a thin but warm blanket because she is always cold, and a generally cheery attitude. A lot of people are miserable on planes, but Amy sees every flight as an adventure. I like that about her. While on the plane, we had plenty of time to go over Amy’s detailed list of things she wanted to do.

If you haven’t been to Hawaii, you should go. When you land, the air is moist and warm and it smells like flowers and it’s always breezy. We got to the rental car place and got the Jeep my dad had reserved. (And had to pay extra because we aren’t 25, which is lame.)

As we drove to Wailea, we had the top off the Jeep, music on, and the warm air swirling around us. The wind was blowing Amy’s dress up. To keep it down, she took my hand and placed it on her thigh over her dress with her hand on top of mine and smiled at me. We stopped for some provisions and then found the condo, which was nicer than expected.

As soon as we walked in the door, Amy pulled her dress off over her head in one sweeping motion and dropped it on the floor by the door. She undid her bra and slipped out of her tiny thong and left them in the pile and stretched her arms like a cat.

“Finally,” she said. “That feels so much better.”

I just stood there, still holding the door, grocery bags in hand, rolling bags still outside.

“Really,” I said, “You couldn’t wait like one more second, like to maybe help put this shit away?”

“Suck it up, buttercup,” she said. “I have to pee.”

While Amy was off in one of the bathrooms, I took our stuff inside and put the bags in the kitchen area. Then I opened the sliding glass door and stepped out onto the balcony and looked at our oceanfront view. After a few minutes, Amy came up behind me and hugged me.

“This is amazing,” she said.

“I know, right?”

Amy reached around to my waist and started to unbutton my shorts. I turned around to look at her.

“What?” She asked. “Oh sorry. I guess I should have asked. I was totally mentally back in Miami. Are you ok or?”

“No, it’s totally fine,” I said. “I actually like being naked with you. I just don’t have your compulsion to be immediately naked whenever possible.”

“Right,” she said, “Got it. Suit yourself. By the way you have to see the bathroom.”

Amy led me by the hand to the master bedroom and to the huge bathroom with a massive Jacuzzi tub.

“Bath time later, I think,” She said, winking at me.

Then she walked past me to the bedroom and jumped on the bed.

“I claim this room,” she said, giggling.

It was at that moment that I took a good look at my naked sister and her perfectly trimmed vagina.

“You grew hair,” I said with mock surprise.

Amy looked down at her pussy and gave it a little pet with her hand.

“Yeah,” she said. “It was time for a little change. You like it? I thought you’d like it.”

“I would like your pussy no matter what,” I said, “but yes, a little hair is good in my book.”

“Come here,” she said, and she sat on the corner of the bed and reached out her hands.

I walked over and stood in front of her and she undid my shorts and pulled them down, taking my boxers with them. I pulled my shirt off over my head.

“Doesn’t that feel better?” Amy asked.

“Yes, but I wish I had taken my shoes off first. There is no way to look cool taking your shoes off while your pants are around your ankles.”

Amy started laughing while I did the least sexy undress I could. And there we were. Again. Naked together. Weirdly not overtly sexually, but still kind of thrillingly.

“Let’s see if that kava stuff is any good,” She said, jumping off the bed and heading toward the kitchen.

Kava is a root with psychotropic effects. It’s totally legal – we bought it at Whole Foods near the airport. It’s a powder that you mix with water. It tastes like dirt. It’s not like being drunk. It just really mellows you out. It also numbs your tongue and lips a bit. So as the sun set, Amy and I were drinking this dirt water out on the balcony, naked, but sitting under a blanket because it is kind of chilly in the evening. Then she got the bright idea to take a bath together in the huge Jacuzzi tub. So we took our bowl of kava to the tub and she poured some shampoo in to make a bubble bath and there I was taking a bath with my sister.

Amy is silly. She made a beard with bubbles. She put bubbles on her head. She stood up and put a dollop of bubbles on her ass.

“Do I look like a Playboy bunny?”

“Sure, let’s go with that.”

I got a fake pouty look from Amy at that. She laid back down in the hot water, facing me, and grabbed one of my feet and started rubbing it.

“Still no girlfriend,” etiler grup yapan escort she said.

“No,” I said, “But it’s fine. I was busy enough just staying ahead of my work schedule.”

“Me too,” she said. “Besides, I was looking forward to seeing you anyway.” Then she pulled my foot up above the water and kissed my big toe affectionately.

“Yeah I got that from your text last week,” I said. Amy dug into my foot hard as a mild punishment.

SEXTING WITH AMY

I was studying at my desk when I saw my phone light up. It was a text from Amy. It was later already, so I knew it was really late where she was in Florida.

“I can’t sleep,” she wrote, then followed it with “sadface.jpeg.”

“Really?” I texted back. “Just try it once. You’ll love it, I promise. You don’t know the power of the dark side.”

It is a quirk of Amy’s personality that she refuses to use emojis. I like to tease her about it. I hate them, too, but Amy is convinced they represent the beginning of the end for us all. She is certain that when historians look back on the decline of modern civilization, they will pinpoint the widespread acceptance of emojis as a form of communication for the breaking point of societal stupidity from which we were never able to recover.

She texted back a picture of herself sticking her tongue out.

“Real life emojis are ok,” she wrote.

“Oh good.” I wrote. “Want me to make a poop emoji for you?”

“Gross.”

“Not even an ‘LOL’?” I joked.

“Fuck you and your entire generation for your stupidifying of the human race.”

“‘Stupidifying?'”

“Stupidifying.”

“You realize we are in the same generation, right?”

“Yes, but I’m a few seconds older, so. Can I just say I am so looking forward to next week?”

“Me too. You got it all planned out?”

“Yep! I even found a nude beach!”

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“Really? You’re not at all looking forward to seeing this?”

Then she did something she has never done. She sent me a pic of her pussy. I guess it’s not at all surprising that she was sitting there naked.

“Oh we’re sexting now, are we?”

“No. Just setting the tone for our trip. Nighty night.”

Then she did something else she has never done. She sent me a tongue-sticking-out emoji.

BACK TO BATH TIME WITH AMY

“Oh I’m sorry,” she said, “Shall I not send you pictures of me naked then?”

“No no no,” I said quickly and laughing.

“No, really,” she added, “Shall I not send you pictures of my dripping wet pussy or my tight little asshole ever again? Because I will happily not do that. I will happily not send you pictures of my hard ass with my butt plug deep in my asshole if that is what you want.”

“Shut up,” I said, but she maintained her mock serious tone.

“I would just hate to offend you with pictures of my fingers deep in my pussy,” she said, and then she raised my foot to her mouth and started swirling her tongue around my big toe.

“I mean, who would want to see me rubbing my clit,” she said, and now she was sucking my toe between taunts.

I have never had my toes sucked before. I have never wanted my toes sucked before. I can tell you, though, that at that moment the only thing I wanted was for Amy to suck my toes.

“David,” she continued in her mocking tone, “I would hate to think that all of this talk of me sending you pics of me naked might be arousing you.”

With that she reached forward under the water to my rock hard cock.

“Oh my,” she said, bringing one hand up to her mouth, “what have I done?”

“You suck,” I said.

“I do,” she said and smirked, “but later.”

We spent a few minutes in the tub gently caressing each other. At one point she turned around with her back to me and I massaged her shoulders and rubbed her breasts as she gently rubbed my dick between her butt cheeks. This seems to define our sexual interactions – it is slow and methodical, more exploratory than purposeful. We are not racing toward an orgasm; we are experimenting with each other’s bodies.

“See?” she said. “I told you we could totally take a bath in a non-sexual manner.”

We both laughed hard at this.

After a while Amy wanted to get out.

“Let’s rinse off in the shower,” she said.

The shower is one of those large glass-enclosed square rainfall type things. We both got in and started rinsing off.

“Shit,” Amy said. “I have to pee.”

“So pee,” I said.

“I don’t want to get water everywhere.””No,” I said, “Pee here.”

“Ew,” she said. “You pee in the shower?”

“Amy,” I said, “There are two kinds of people in the world – those who admit they pee in the shower and fucking liars.”

“Ok,” she said sheepishly, “I admit I have on occasion peed in the shower, but I thought I’d try to maintain some moral superiority.”

“Ok so pee,” I said.

“I don’t think I can now,” she said.

“Suit yourself,” I said.

I was not intending anything sexual when I suggested she pee in the shower. It was more that I meant I wouldn’t etiler masöz escort care if she did. After a minute or so, however, it got sexual.

“Come over here,” Amy said, reaching out for my waist and pulling me into the water where she was.

She reached down and gently took my half-mast cock in her hand, spread her legs slightly, and straddled it, holding one hand under my cock, pressing it upward against her pussy. Then she put her other hand on my chest and closed her eyes in concentration. And then a hot stream of piss rushed out and I looked down to see her pissing all over my cock. I looked up at Amy who now had her eyes open and was looking at me with a more serious look than I had expected. My cock had immediately grown to full hardness and she held it there until she finished.

“You liked that,” she said simply.

“I did, apparently,” I said. “I was not expecting that to be a thing.”

“I have wondered myself,” she said, giggling now. “I guess we can add that to the list!”

We both laughed and she put her arms around my waist and hugged me.

“Come on you pervert,” she said, “I have another idea now that everyone is all clean.”

We got out of the bath and dried off. It is a particularly sweet thing to have someone towel you off, and I remember it feeling affectionate.

Amy handed me a tube of coconut oil she had bought at Whole Foods and laid down on the bed.

“I don’t suppose you’d like to massage that into your naked sisters skin, would you?”

I straddled her lower back and got to work. Then it was quiet as I massaged the oil into her back, starting at her shoulders and working my way down. As I moved down, I was conscious of my cock between her butt cheeks, and so was she because she arched her hips and grinded against my cock in an exaggerated way and giggled. Then I got all the way down her legs and to her feet.

“Okay,” I said, “Turn over.”

“You missed a spot,” she said without moving. Then she reached back a hand and put her thumb on her asshole.

“I sure did.” I said. “Amy I am so sorry about that.”

“Gotta keep these people on their toes, sheesh,” she said.

Then I rubbed a small amount of oil onto her asshole and rubbed it in a circular motion, spreading my thumbs out wider to the rest of her ass and around her labia. Her pussy was wet and warm to the touch when I gently rubbed her lips. Then I focused back to her asshole, rubbing it gently and putting the tip of my index finger inside. Amy moaned in approval.

“Come taste my asshole,” she said quietly, pushing her thighs outward. I moved off of her so she could spread her legs and laid down between them. I lapped at her pussy first, swallowing a mouthful of her slick juices before getting to her ass.

“Is it coconutty?” she asked.

“Yeah, actually,” I said, “and assholey.”

She laughed and wiggled her ass. I will admit I had never licked an asshole before.

“Have you ever done this?” I asked quietly after we got back to it.

“No,” she whispered back, “but that feels really good.”

I gently licked around her asshole, spreading her ass cheeks wide with my hands.

“It feels good when you stretch it like that,” she said.

I pulled her ass cheeks farther apart and stuck my tongue inside her asshole, swirling it around as best I could. She moaned in approval.

Amy slipped her hand under her pelvis and started rubbing her clit slowly while I licked hungrily at her asshole. After a few minutes, she reached back with her other hand, pulling me up toward her.

“Come here,” she said, “I want to feel your cock against my asshole.”

I laid on top of her with my dick in the crack of her ass and she started grinding hard against my cock. Her asshole was slick from the oil and my saliva, and she clenched her ass cheeks around my now throbbing cock. It never occurred to me to enter her. We had talked about that before and it didn’t feel right to either of us, but that didn’t stop me from imagining my cock inside her asshole.

“Oh fuck David,” She panted out, “I’m going to cum.”

Amy started to grind harder against my cock, clenching her ass cheeks even harder. And then she suddenly stopped.

“I want you to feel me cum,” she breathed hard.

And then she came. I could feel her asshole contracting on the base of my cock as she moaned in pleasure. That put me over the edge and I started thrusting my cock faster. A few more strokes and I came, hard, watching my hot cum shoot onto her back and coating her asshole as I collapsed onto her, breathing hard.

“That was fucking hot,” she said after a few minutes. “I officially have a thing with my butt now.”

“So do I,” I said, and we both started laughing.

I pulled her up and led her to the shower to get cleaned off.

The next morning I woke up early, before sunrise, and Amy was gone from the bed. I found her out on the balcony, naked but wrapped in a blanket, sipping a cup of tea.

“Jetlag,” I said.

“Yep,” Amy smiled up at me, “I’ve been up since four.”

I went inside to get a cup myself, and came back to join Amy on the loveseat. She put her feet on my lap and cupped her tea close to her chin. We chatted for a half hour until the sunrise. From where we were, the sun actually rose behind us, but our view across the ocean to another island was pretty spectacular, particularly when the sun all of sudden lit it up. It felt like everything came alive.

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