The limousine pulled into the driveway. The girls fumbled about to find their shoes while the driver patiently held the door open. I stepped out into the warm summer evening and discretely handed him a tip.
“Come along ladies”, I said. “The Champagne is not getting any colder.”
They stepped elegantly from the car and arm in arm we marched up to the house.
This was our holiday week. I had rented a luxury villa and this was the end of our first full day. Every year around this time my sisters and I set aside a week to honor our parents so tragically killed in a plane crash eleven years ago. For the first few years this was a sad week but as time went on it became a week of fun and a chance to catch up. We were close as a family but busy careers served to keep us apart. We would catch up when we could, when one or another of us was in the same city, but this one week each year was the only guarantee we had of all three of us being together.
This day was spent cruising around wineries in a chauffeur driven limousine with a sumptuous luncheon at an exclusive restaurant with exquisite views. All in all it was a very successful day and it was lovely to see smiles on the girls’ faces.
Channing, the eldest of my two younger sisters, had just been through a very messy divorce. Her marriage of seven years was never really a happy one and I had spent many hours with her on the phone recently helping her through it all. At the heart of the matter was her inability to have children – something Channy learned to deal with but her husband could not. To compensate, Channy threw herself into her work and built a very successful practice as a therapist. At thirty five she was slim, elegant, devastatingly attractive and sure to be a fine catch for any man intelligent enough to keep up with her. I mentioned as much over lunch but I quickly changed the subject when I sensed I had touched a raw nerve.
Gillian, like me had never married. She had a string of suitors but, as she put it, none of them really pushed the right buttons or checked all the boxes. I figured that at thirty three she had time yet to find someone. She described herself as “sexually open” and admitted to one or two lesbian affairs. Like Channy, she was slim and elegant but with a bit more of the “girl next door” look. She had forged a career in the travel industry and had used her contacts to have us all meet somewhere for this one week each year.
We entered the villa and I noticed the house maid had placed a bottle of champagne in an ice bucket with three elegant stemmed glasses on the living room table.
“Right, who’s for a glass of bubbly then?” I asked and poured out three glasses. Taking their glasses, the girls stood before me awaiting the toast to our parents. I raised my glass, “To mom and dad.”
“Mom and dad”, the girls intoned and took a seat on the comfortable sofa and once more kicked off their shoes. I sat opposite them in an arm chair. Several minutes passed before Channy broke the silence.
“So David you’re not married yet – anyone on the horizon?”
I raised my left hand to show a naked ring finger. “Nope and no one” I replied. She raised an eyebrow.
“C’mon I only just got back from South Africa last week!” I protested.
“So why can’t you meet someone over there?” Gilly asked.
“Who says I haven’t? Besides you know what my job is like.” As a senior engineer my job took me all over the world. I’d had my share of relationships and live-in lovers but inevitably they all ended the same way with each of them stating they were unable to cope with the long absences and wanting “more of a commitment”. I wasn’t particularly bothered about it because, like Gilly, I had yet to find someone that checked all the boxes.
“David, you’re thirty seven and you’re not getting any younger, “said Channy. “What about family?”
“You’re my family! Besides I’m having fun, I have no one to answer to; I can come and go as I please.” I drained my glass and stood up. “Right, I’m for the Jacuzzi! Last one there buys dinner!”
“It won’t be me!” said Gilly standing up quickly. With one slight tug on the halter strap her beautiful red flowing dress fell to the floor. She stood before us in nothing but a red g-string, hands on hips, her bountiful breasts jiggling just slightly. I stood slack-jawed, admiring her shapely figure and smooth, sun-kissed skin. After a second which seemed to last minutes, Gilly poked her tongue at me, turned and left the room leaving me in stunned silence. I watched as her shapely ass disappeared around the corner. Channy laughed and went to her room to change.
Now it’s not like I haven’t seen my sister naked before. As kids we bathed together. Nudity at home was never frowned upon although certain decorum was expected. But that was so many years ago and such things were long forgotten. I gathered my thoughts and reminded myself that this was my sister and went to my room to find some shorts. I padded out back through the living room collecting the champagne and glasses then out to the rear patio where Gilly was already soaking in the tub.
She lay back, arms spread, eyes closed and clearly relaxed. Her long auburn hair trailed over the side. Her beautiful breasts bounced about teasingly just beneath the swirling water. Her eyes opened at the sound of clinking glasses. I poured us all a drink and handed one to Gilly. As she reached up to take her glass, her breasts broke the water. I noticed her nipples standing hard and proud. She smiled slyly at me as I stepped into the tub and took a seat opposite her.
“Cheers” I said raising my glass.
“Cheers David” she replied. “Mmmmm is there anything better than sipping champagne in a hot tub?”
“Well with a view like this, no” I replied looking around. The villa was perched on high affording us an expansive view of rolling tree covered hills that began to glow in the light of the setting sun. It was also nicely secluded.
“So you like what see?” she asked, drawing my attention back to her. Her smile was teasing. Just then I heard a door open and I cast a glance in the general direction. Channy stepped onto the patio carrying three towels. Her slender figure silhouetted though a flimsy full length gown, her long blonde hair tied back in a high pony tail. She left the towels on a nearby table. “It is a good view, David” Gilly quipped innocently poking her toe into my leg. I shot her a glance.
“Guess I’m buying dinner then” she said, taking a sip of champagne. “Gilly you cheated!”
Gilly wrinkled up her nose, “I wasn’t aware of any rules” she offered in protest. “Come on in Channy, this tub is wonderful!” Channy loosened the ties at the top of the gown and let it fall to the floor revealing her smooth white body, ample breasts with nipples of a delicate pink.
“David, close your mouth and it’s rude to stare!” she scolded me. “Gilly started this and besides, it feels so fucking good to be out of that bra!” Smiling, she stepped into the tub to take a place next to Gilly. “David, they are just tits, you have seen them before and I am sure you have seen many more pairs than I have.”
“Well that was a while ago, Channy. “ I offered, defending myself and lifting my gaze. At the same time I was chastising myself for being so obvious and getting aroused. I could feel a swelling in my shorts which wasn’t helped by the sight of these two beautiful topless ladies – even if they were my sisters!
“I think they’re awesome tits, Channy” piped Gilly. We both looked at her. “What? Well they are! Take the compliment already!”
Channy softened and smiled “Thank you sis.” She kissed Gilly on the cheek. “You know what? You have awesome tits too!” She brushed the nearest breast lightly with the back of her hand and kissed Gilly softly on the lips. Gilly pushed her away and they broke into fits of laughter.
“That reminds me of that jerk you helped get rid of in college!” Gilly said through her laughter. I was confused.
Channy explained, “Gilly had an admirer but she wasn’t interested. You were on one of your overseas jaunts and we couldn’t reach you. One night at a party he was coming on pretty strong apparently. I got a call from Gilly; she wanted to get out of there but had caught a ride with some friends who weren’t ready to leave. So I dressed up a bit…”
“A bit? You were drop dead gorgeous!”
“As I said, I dressed up and went to the party. I saw what he was like – pretty persistent, hitting on her pretty hard. I moved in and started a conversation. He started getting interested in me. We played him for a bit. Haha he thought he’d hit the jackpot until I moved on Gilly, kissed her and told her I was taking her home to fuck her” They both laughed.
