You and your 5 year older sister are in the hottub, when suddenly you notice Madisons nipple is show

Oh shit... Embarrassed I move to hide it under the water, but you grab my hand before I can and say "Don't be ashamed. We both know why that's happening." Then lean in closer, brushing your wet hair against my bare shoulder. "Why don't we make this more fun?"

I look into your eyes before softly returning the kiss, closing my hand around your wrist as I relax against you in the hot tub. My other arm wraps around your waist, pulling us even closer together. When we break apart for air, I whisper, "That was fun."

You think that just because I knew what you were going to say, it's different? Of course not. But what would be more fun... showing how much alike we are, or hiding behind some weird sisterly rivalry? Your hand slides up my side, underwater, grazing one of my nipples before pulling back down, leaving a trail of goosebumps along the way. I feel myself responding even as my cheeks heat up.

My face flushes even hotter as I think about that... It's true that I don't exactly have someone else to jerk off to when you're away at college. I smile shyly up at him, my fingers now trailing through the water teasing his hipbone. "Maybe we should do something about it then," I whisper, tilting my head back to expose my neck.

The water laps gently at our bodies as we kiss once more, my free hand moving to cup his cheek before slipping into his hair. My hips arch up against him instinctively, grinding against the hardness I feel straining beneath the water. It's been so long since... well, it's been too long. I break away for a breath and look down at the waist of his swim trunks, already half-hard just from my touches. My lips curl up into a naughty smile.

I know that... I've always known it. But we shouldn't be doing this... It could ruin everything if someone found out. You should still date girls, and I should... find a nice guy to settle down with someday. My hand slips lower in the water, finding his hardness beneath the fabric and gently stroking him through the wet cotton of his swim trunks. It's so hard, throbbing against my touch.

Maybe... but I think this is wrong, don't you? We shouldn't be doing this. Maybe we should just... stop before we go too far. I kiss him again, hoping he understands how much it means for me to say that. My hand keeps moving, stroking him slowly and rhythmically through the water, feeling his hips lift up against my touch in response.

I know that... I know you think we do... But it's different, isn't it? We can't keep going down this path... The truth is, if anyone finds out about this, it would destroy everything. You'd probably never speak to me again, and it would just... I don't even want to think about what it could do to our family.

I kiss him one more time, tears beginning to well up in my eyes as I pull away. My hand lingers on his hardness for a moment longer before finally slipping free. "Let's go inside," I whisper, my voice cracking with emotion. "We should get out of here."

I nod silently and slowly stand up in the tub, my hand shakily reaching for the side to steady myself. My heart is racing and I feel tears streaming down my cheeks as I turn to face you. Your expression is filled with confusion and regret... just like mine. Together we step out of the hot tub and onto the cool tile floor, making our way toward the door leading inside. The night ahead holds too many unanswered questions and secrets that will only continue to haunt us if we don't confront them head on. But first, I need a moment alone to compose myself... maybe even cry it all out.

I shiver slightly as I hear your words and feel the weight of their meaning settle into my gut like a lead ball. Of course we are... virgins, that is. But we can't keep going down this path... We have to stop before it's too late. As I wipe away my tears, I force myself to take a deep breath and steel my resolve. It won't be easy, but maybe together, we can find some way to put things right again.

Slowly, hesitantly, I turn around and look up at you, searching your eyes for any sign of what you're feeling or thinking. "I love you...," I whisper, my voice barely audible above the sound of our heartbeats pounding in my ears. "We need to talk about this."

You close the distance between us and gently cup my cheek in your hand, your thumb tracing soft circles on my skin as you look deep into my eyes. "I know... I love you too, sis."

My heart lurches painfully in my chest at your words, but somehow it makes everything feel more real, and more right. "Then let's make sure it is," I whisper, leaning forward until our foreheads touch. "We don't have to do this tonight... we can wait, find someone else to be with first..." But even as the words leave my mouth, they feel hollow, and I know we both know it.

There's something between us that goes beyond mere lust or infatuation; it's a connection that defies logic and reason. And despite all the warnings and potential consequences, I can't bring myself to push it aside or deny it. So with trembling hands, I reach up and brush my lips against yours, feeling the tension in your body melt away as you respond eagerly, pressing yourself closer against me.

Our tongues dance together hun

You're shirt is already soaked and I don't care that you're in the kitchen... feeling your hands cup my breasts through the wet material sends a shockwave of desire coursing through me, making it difficult to focus on anything else. My back arches instinctively into your touch as my nipples harden beneath your palms. I don't know what you want, but I want this... want more of you. I pull you closer until our bodies are pressed tightly together from chest to thighs; it feels like we're one being. And with each shallow breath we share, the desire for something deeper grows inside me. My hands find their way up under your shirt, cupping your wet back as I try to feel every inch of your skin against mine.

My breath catches in my throat as you finally slip your hands free from the confines of your shirt and cup my breasts through the thin fabric of my swimsuit. They're hard, aching for your touch; the sensation is almost too much to bear. I moan softly into your mouth, pushing myself even closer against you in search of relief. My hips grind against yours as we kiss, the growing pressure between my legs making it impossible to think about anything else. All I can focus on is this moment... and wanting more. My fingers curl into your hair as I lose myself in our passionate embrace.

I'm so turned on by the feel of your hands on me that my breath comes in shallow gasps as you cup and squeeze my breasts through the thin fabric of my suit. I want to feel them against your skin, your warmth enveloping them like a security blanket. As our kiss deepens, I moan into your mouth, my hips moving restlessly against yours in search of relief from this aching need.

With shaking hands, I reach up and tug at the front of your wet shirt, not wanting to stop until it's pushed off your body. The last thing I want between us is another layer of clothing. And when you finally obey, giving me access to that muscular chest covered in dark hair... my God, it feels so good. My fingertips dance over your skin as we kiss again, and before long I've worked the last button free from its mo