I sighed as I plopped down on the couch, waiting for my sister to get ready to go. I had all my stuff packed and stowed in the car, waiting to drive to the airport. I was what you might call perennially early. My sister was the exact opposite. Either intentionally arriving fashionably late, or losing track of time, my sister was never early. Or on time for that matter. It made waiting for her a pain in the ass, but what could I do? She was my twin sister. At 21, I had kind of gotten used to it.
“Alright, don’t pop a vein Sam. Just getting the last thing into the damn suitcase.”
As she spoke I heard the zipper close and footsteps start to pad to the top of the stairs. I turned and saw her come down the stairs. Like me, she favored comfort when she traveled and she was more than able to pull it off too. She wore a pair of sweatpants and a cute top that hugged her body. She had a jacket with her just in case, but we both knew it would have to be at most 40 degrees till she put it on. Also she would never miss an opportunity to show off her body, even if it meant be cold. She wasn’t a slut, not by any means, she just loved to turn heads.
And turn heads she did.
At just over 5’8”, she was pretty tall, but most of it was legs. She had a small, but firm, c-cup bra size and a toned stomach. You could bounce a quarter off her ass. Her best feature was her face. She was adorable. Young features and high cheekbones, but the cutest thing was her slightly upturned nose. It always reminded me a Dr. Seuss character from the Grinch. I don’t know why, but I found it really cute.
She came downstairs and I gave her a sarcastic wolf whistle. She just rolled her eyes at me and we made our way to my car. As we drove, Steph’s excitement was getting more and more obvious. She had always wanted to go to Paris, and until a week ago, didn’t think she would get to go. I had previously invited my girlfriend, but took the second ticket back when I found her sitting on top of her chemistry TA’s cock. Call me old fashioned, but I wasn’t happy about it.
Anyway, I was going to cancel the trip, but my parents suggested I invite Steph. I thought it was a great idea. We had always gotten along well and this would be a great time to reconnect after not seeing each other for a while in school. Good thing our Spring Breaks aligned.
About 20 minutes later we arrived at the airport, and in another 3 hours, we were in the air, flying to Paris. Almost instantly I fell asleep with my headphones in, not to awaken until midway through the flight. When I did wake up, I felt my sister’s head on my shoulder. I looked over to see her sleeping peacefully.
Although I hated myself for it, I couldn’t help but notice the up and down motion of her chest as she deeply breathed during her slumber. I broke my gaze and relaxed with a book, letting my sister sleep on my shoulder. A few more hours went by and we were about to land. I didn’t want my sister to miss the bright lights of Paris so I bent down and kissed her forehead and stroked her hair, gently waking her up.
“Steph, we’re gonna land in a few minutes, check out the window.”
I could see her eyes go wide in her reflection off the window. She smiled and (not to be cheesy…but) it seemed to light up brighter than the city itself. She turned back to me and hugged me close.
“Thank you so much! Thank you for taking me to Paris.”
I couldn’t help but laugh as she hugged me. I had to tickle her to break her grip, and pushed her back into her seat. “You know, I would have expected that reaction had I brought Julie, the cheating bitch, but not exactly from you.”
“What? I can’t give my brother a big hug to thank him?”
“The hug, sure. But the 12 trillion kisses on my face?”
“Ok, maybe that’s a little much. I just can’t believe I’m here. Thank you Sam. I really mean that.”
“I know sis.”
Together we walked from our plane, got our baggage, and took a taxi to our hotel. I checked us in and took the key to our room. We entered and I immediately realized I had not taken everything into account when I gave the extra ticket to my sister. As we opened the door we were greeted by a gorgeous hotel room, the center piece being the one bed. It had mirrored ceilings and there were no shortage of pink hearts placed throughout the room.
“Ummm…I had kind of planned a romantic week with Julie, but uh…I’ll change the room.”
My sister looked at me and immediately vetoed the idea. “Don’t you dare. This room is gorgeous. And please, we’ve slept in the same bed before. Remember all those thunderstorms I could never stand? Besides, we’re only going to be in here at night. We’re gonna spend all day exploring Paris.”
I looked at her questioningly. “Well, ok. If you insist.”
It was about 9:00 when everything was settled. We both changed and decided to go for a walk in the city streets, see if we could find anything fun. We ended up stopping at a café near the Eiffel Tower and sharing a nice meal and dessert topped off with a bottle of wine. To end the meal, we decided to walk around more, wandering the city streets. We both oohed and aahhed, acting like the American tourists we were. As we were walking back towards the hotel we saw the Eiffel Tower lit up and glowing in the night. We stopped and I put my arm around my sister as we stared up at it.
“There is no place I’d rather be right now. And no other person I want to be with.”
Steph hugged me tightly. “Thanks Sam. It’s so beautiful.”
I looked down at her prepared to just say that she was welcome but I stopped short. I had always known my sister was pretty. But in that moment, she was perfect. The wine we had, the atmosphere, the night air, the glow of the Eiffel Tower next to us, the joy in her eyes, she was the most beautiful creature in the world. I leaned down and pressed my lips to hers tenderly, but firmly.
Steph kissed me back instantly. Her tongue slipped between my lips and together we kissed softly, but passionately in front of the Eiffel Tower. Our arms wrapped around each other, not wanting to break any contact with the other, afraid this moment might end. For what felt like hours, but was probably only a few minutes, we kissed, motionless except for our lips and tongues. Unfortunately, we broke the kiss, panting, needing air. I looked into my sister’s deep blue eyes and felt her love towards me.
“For someone who is never late, you sure were in realizing this.”
“Let’s make up for lost time then.”
Suddenly, Steph just started cracking up. I stood there confused and slightly annoyed. She just kept on laughing. “That’s your line? You’re lucky I love you.” I started to chuckle, seeing the absurdity of the situation. Still laughing we walked hand in hand back to the hotel. As we got to the room I lifted Steph’s light frame into my arms and walked us through the door. I placed her on the bed, suddenly gracious I kept this room rather than switching. I climbed onto the bed next to her and kissed her again, matching the intensity and love that we created at the Eiffel Tower.
My hands roamed her body, caressing her back over her shirt, then dipping under it. Her shirt bunched up, allowing my hands free roam around her back as we maintained out liplock. She broke the kiss panting again and removed her shirt, revealing her bra-less breasts to my view. As soon as she tossed her shirt away, her lips were back on mine, her hands working the buttons on my shirt. Soon enough her naked breasts were pressed against my naked chest. She rolled on top of me and straddled me. She sat up, her sex over my hard shaft and she looked down at me.
“I’ve wanted this for so long, dreamt about it. I’m going to make my dreams come true, Sam. We have time for everything else later, but I need you. Now.” She stripped off the rest of our clothes and gave my hardness a cursory lick before settling over it.
Sitting straight up, she gripped me with her hand and slowly sunk down onto it. Her face was a mask of concentration, soon breaking into a face contorted in pleasure and happiness as I was wrapped by a furnace of tight, wet, delicious heat. She fully impaled herself and leaned down to rain kisses on my face, slowly grinding on me.
“You’re finally inside me Sam.”
She kissed me again and started to rise and fall on my shaft, her breasts moving with her movements. She looked like an angel on top of me. She went through a series of small orgasms, mostly from the mental fulfillment of her fantasy. Her eyes were smoldering as she looked at me, lust and love filling them. She looked down on me, watching my reactions as she turned up her heat.
She started to grind on me, bouncing slowly on top of me. The sensual feeling stayed, but the added spice of her sexy expression made me want to just bend her over and fuck her senseless.
