My Nudist Sister

My Nudist Sister

by Pan

Chapter 1:

When my parents told me about Ellora, I tried to be cool about it.

Apparently it had happened while I was away at college - there'd been some kind of course on alternative lifestyles at school, and my sister had come home and told them that she...

Well, that she was a nudist.

My sister is eighteen, seven years younger than me. We'd been a bit too distant to be close growing up, and I hadn't seen her in a year. Honestly, I wasn't sure how to react.

How do you react when you learn your sister is a nudist?

So, like I said, I just tried to be cool about it. Cool older brother, that's the card I was playing.

At least, that's what I aimed for. When Ell came home, I may not have been as cool as I'd hoped.

Here's the thing - in the year since I'd last seen my sister, she'd filled out. I don't know a lot about cup sizes, but as soon as she walked through the door, my eyes were drawn to her cleavage. She had those beautiful round tits, the type that seem to hold themselves up without a bra.

I don't know if nudists have like a code of manners or anything like that. Maybe what my sister did is totally normal. But I can tell you, as the person on the receiving end of it, it felt fucking weird.

As soon as my sister got home she gave me a long hug (during which I couldn't help but be aware of those lovely firm tits of hers, pressing against me) and then, like I said, stripped off.

Without ever breaking eye-contact.

It wasn't like a strip-tease or anything like that...it was all very matter of fact. She removed her shoes and socks, then took off her blouse (carefully folding it in half) and put it on the table next to the door. She slipped out of her skirt, and put it on top of the pile. And then, watching me as I watched her, transfixed, she reached behind herself and undid her bra.

As her tits fell into view, my suspicions were proved correct - they really did hold themselves up without a bra. She dropped the bra on the floor, and wiggled her hips as her panties lowered, revealing her pussy to me, her older brother.

Maybe I was the one who did something wrong. Maybe when your kid sister starts stripping in front of you, the correct thing to do is to look away.

All I know is that what I did was definitely the wrong thing...

I got hard.

I don't think Ellora noticed, and I certainly didn't draw any attention to it. As she pulled her panties down, I couldn't resist a quick peek - my baby sister wasn't shaved, but she looked like she was pretty neatly trimmed. I guess when you're a nudist, pubic hair maintenance becomes much more important, whether you're sexually active or not.

Was my sister sexually active?

No. No, that was something I didn't want to think about.

I smiled awkwardly, with no idea how to react. Ellora sensed my discomfort, and laughed.

She gestured for me to come closer, and pulled me in for a huge.

A hug. With my naked sister.

I couldn't imagine anything weirder.

As she pulled away from the hug, she leaned in, and pushed her mouth against mine. Soon, our tongues were playing, entering each other's mouths, and I began to run my fingers down her bare back...

No.

I blinked twice. My sister was still hugging me, and my lips were dry - we hadn't kissed. Why would I kiss my sister? Why would I even think that.

"I've gotta head out," I said, and rushed for the door, grabbing my car keys off the way.

"What happened to playing it cool?" I asked myself, as I drove to a friend's house, eager to drink beer and play video games and think about anything but the sight of my sister, stripping in front of me.

- - -

It didn't take me long to cool off. I didn't mention anything to Dion about my sister. I know exactly the kind of jokes he'd make, and I just wasn't in a place to deal with that right now. After a couple of hours of hanging out with him, I'd had enough, and when I arrived home, everyone was at the dinner-table.

Including Ellora.

Still nude.

Like I said, I really had no idea how to deal with my sister's new lifestyle, and I especially had no idea how to deal with my reaction to it. So I took a cue from my parents, and just sat at the table, chatting and eating, just like I would if my younger sister's tits weren't staring me in the face.

After dinner, I headed up to my old room - my parents had kept everything just the way it was when I left, even my old computer, and so I booted it up to see what Facebook was up to.

I'd been social mediaing for about half an hour when my door swung open, and my sister walked in. She didn't say anything, just stood at the doorway for a second, one arm above her head, a thoughtful look on her face.

She shaves her armpits, I noticed, and after a polite smile, turned back to the computer.

I wanted to treat her like my kid sister, but call me a prude or call me a pervert, I couldn't. When someone is naked, it's impossible to interact with them the same way you would if they were clothed, and I just had no idea how to deal with it.

After a few seconds of being ignored, my sister moved. She walked into the room, knelt beside my chair, and just stared at me.

Now I knew I wasn't the one acting strangely.

"What's up, chatterbox?" I asked, using a nickname from her childhood.

She didn't say anything. She just knelt in front of me, and my heart-rate quickened.

"Ell?" I repeated, and she didn't reply. She just smiled...and the room began to fade away.

- - -

When I came to, my pants were down. My hand was wrapped around my cock, and I was slowly stroking it, staring at my sister's tits.

My eyes widened. This wasn't right - this couldn't be happening. But it was...and I couldn't stop.

Licking my suddenly-dry lips, I wanted to pull away, to stop what I was doing. It was sick, and it was wrong, but I had no control. For whatever reason, I couldn't stop jerking off. I even tried looking away, moving my attention to anything other than my sister's slight smile, her bare, perky tits...

God she had great tits.

To my dismay, I realized I was about to cum. I tried to bite my tongue, to shut my eyes, to do anything that would stop me from staring at my sister's tits as I came, to stop her boobs from inducing an orgasm.

To stop myself from spurting all over my naked sister's bare chest...

She never broke eye-contact as I came. She just continued to smile as I coated her face and chest with my sperm. When I was done, I fell back, suddenly exhausted. Ellora left the room, and I couldn't help but stare at her butt as she did - it, like the rest of her, was perfectly formed.

A few minutes later, I heard the sound of the shower, as my little sister presumably washed off my spunk.

What the hell had I just done?

- - -

I slept fitfully that night, tossing and turning, images of my sister's face and body never leaving my mind. I didn't know what had happened, but I felt awful about it - my sister was an innocent, and I'd used her nudism to get off. I'd perverted her lifestyle, used her as a sex object...I was scum, and I hated myself for it.

The next morning, I woke up with an erection. Cursing myself, I resisted the urge to jerk off - I knew that if I did, I'd just end up thinking about Ellora again. That wasn't fair to her - she was a person, not just someone for me to fantasize about. She was more than just a naked body for me to cum across.

When I got to breakfast that morning, Ellora was already sitting at the table. She was nude, of course, those perfect breasts staring straight at me. She smiled, and I tried to smile back, but all I could do was stare, stare at her naked tits. They were so beautiful, so sexy...

She saw me staring, and without saying a word, reached out and grabbed the can of whipped cream from the table in front of her. Two squirts later, and her breasts - those beautiful, pert, pink nipples of hers - were entirely covered in whipped cream.

My eyes widened, and I stepped towards her. Within a few seconds, I was frantically licking the whipped cream up, taking as much of it into my mouth as I could, licking her breasts clean, sucking on her nipples, enjoying the whimpers of pleasure she made as I did...

No.

I blinked twice. I was standing at the doorway, staring at my sister's tits. Just staring. My lips were dry, and so were her nipples.

It took me a few seconds to adjust to what had happened.

"Hi," I said with a smile, and Ellora just smiled back at me. A few seconds later, our parents joined us. Not a word was said about my sister's nudity, and soon I was able to relax and enjoy breakfast with the family, almost entirely forgetting about my under-the-table erection.

- - -

"Do you think it's weird?" I asked, and Mom rolled her eyes.

"Don't be a perv," she said, and I laughed, hoping that it sounded convincing.

"You know what I mean. You don't find it at all odd?"

A strange look came over Mom's eyes.

"Nope," she said firmly, and I decided not to ask any further questions.

- - -

That night, I was sitting in my computer chair when Ellora entered. She knelt beside me, and I suddenly remembered - it hadn't been a dream, it hadn't been a weird perverted fantasy. It had been real. The previous night, I'd cum on my little sister's face and tits, and there hadn't been anything I could do about it.

And worse, it looked like it was going to happen again.

"Elly," I said, my hands going up in surrender. "Please..."

She didn't say anything, just smiled, and pushed her shoulders back. Despite being several feet away, her gorgeous tits were suddenly in my face. I couldn't look at anything else...without even realizing, my left hand had moved down and was reaching for her boobs. I wanted to touch them, to fondle them...

I wanted to grope my little sister.

"No," I whispered, but I knew it was too late. Ellora smiled as my hand found her nipples, and began tweaking and pulling. Soon my cock was out, and my other hand was pumping it.

I was going to cum on my little sister's face - again - and there was nothing I could do about it.

"Please," I begged again, but my sister's smile didn't waver, and I didn't have the energy to speak out again.

We sat there without speaking for the next few minutes, my eyes unable to move away from my sister's magnificent tits, my hand unable to stop pumping up and down my hard cock. I had never wanted anyone the way I wanted my sister's naked body; my mind was clouded with lust, and I couldn't think of anything except the fact that I was about to cum.

As I felt my orgasm approaching, Ellora's smile split, and she stuck her tongue out expectantly. Her hands moved up and pushed mine out of the way. She began pulling and tugging on her nipples replicating my actions. With a soft moan, I came, shooting directly into my sister's open mouth.

She waited until I was done, my cock twitching with relief. Her long tongue swept around her mouth, picking up all traces of my cum. I couldn't do anything but sit there and watch as she cleaned herself off...and then leaned forward, the tip of her pink tongue gently brushing over the tip of my cock, picking up the small dribble that hadn't made it to her face.

When she was done, she leaned in and kissed me. I was too stunned to react, and she must have interpreted my complete lack of resistance as encouragement, because soon her cum-stained tongue slipped past my lips, and began exploring my mouth.

I just sat there, exhausted, as my naked little sister sat on my lap and passionately kissed me. Soon, it seemed, she'd had her fill, and she got up and swayed away, again leaving me staring at her perfect, pert ass.

- - -

I woke up in the middle of the night. Not because I needed to pee, not because of any noise - I was just instantly wide awake.

And before I knew it, I was walking down the hallway, compelled, unable to stop.

The door to my parents' bedroom was closed. My sister's bedroom door was open, but the light was off. The bathroom was empty, but the door to my father's study was open. Light was spilling out into the hallway, and the movement of the shadows told me that it wasn't empty.

As quietly as I could, I moved down the hallway until I was standing outside the study. The sight inside shocked me, but I didn't make a noise - I couldn't.

Inside, Dad was sitting on his study chair. His pants were down around his ankles, and kneeling between his legs was my totally nude little sister.

"Ellora," I said under my voice, and even though there was no possible way she could have heard me, I know she did. She didn't look over, she didn't react in the slightest, but I knew she knew I was there.

With a smile, she looked up at our father, and slowly moved her mouth onto his cock. It turns out Dad is fairly well-hung - that's something you never want to learn - and neither of them said a word as she began slowly, lovingly fellating him.

The look of anguish on his face told me he was conflicted, but he didn't do anything to stop her. At one point his hand moved, and I thought he was going to push her away, but she grabbed it and moved it to her tit, which he began crudely groping.

Elly never stopped making eye-contact with Dad - not while she licked the head of his penis, not while she somehow took his entire member in her mouth, not while she sucked on his balls. Eventually, he shut his eyes with pleasure, and she increased her pace - from his twitches, I could tell that he'd cum, and Elly drank it down with gusto.

As soon as he came, Dad put his head in his hands with guilt. I could tell that this wasn't the first time that they'd done this - Elly moved up and sat on his lap, taking his hands and putting them on her perfect, beautiful ass. He still looked conflicted, but she moved his mouth to hers, and started to passionately kiss him.

He soon got hard again, and to my surprise, Ellora returned to her knees. Before she began sucking our father off for the second time, she glanced at me - I was in the darkness, so even if Dad had followed her eyes, he likely wouldn't have seen me, but when I felt her glance I was suddenly able to slip off, return to bed, and drift back into a dreamless sleep.

- - -

The next morning, I tried to convince myself that it was a dream, but I knew it wasn't. The memory was too vivid - the slurping sounds that Ellora's mouth had made as she took Dad's monster cock into her mouth, the blissful look on her face as he came, even the way Dad's hands had lovingly caressed her hair as they kissed.

It was imprinted on my brain forever - I knew it was real, because it was something I'd never forget.

I was in the shower, trying not to think about it, when my sister slipped in. She was totally naked, of course, and I looked at her sadly.

"Elly," I said, "this has got to stop."

She just smiled in response, and got down on her knees, like she had with our father the night before. The difference was, I wasn't hard - I was confused and conflicted, but I certainly wasn't aroused.

Her beautiful golden hair slowly got wet from the shower, and she just knelt there in silence, looking at me expectantly.

"What?" I said. "What do you want?"

She just smiled.

My sister's body was perfect, and it glistened under the running water. If it had been anyone else, I'd have been hard as a rock, groping those perky tits, slapping that incredible ass of hers, pumping my fist up and down my cock and cumming all over her slutty body...

But it was my sister, and I didn't know what was going on. She didn't seem to mind that I was flaccid, however - she just kept staring at me expectantly, even as the water began to run cold.

And then it hit me.

It wasn't a desire, like you get for a cheeseburger, or even for sex. It was a biological need. I didn't have any control over it, and there was no warning.

One second I was calmly watching the water bounce off my sister's naked skin, the next I had an overwhelming, unstoppable need to pee.

"Oh god..." I moaned. "Elly..."

In response, she just kept on smiling, and tilted her head up slightly.

Everything went red. All of my anger, all of my frustration and confusion and conflicted feelings - they unified into a single drive: I wanted to humiliate my sister. Somehow, I knew that this was all her fault, and she needed to pay.

So I grabbed my flaccid cock, aimed it at Ellora's smiling face, and without any hesitation, let loose.

She shut her eyes as the golden stream hit her face. I couldn't look away as, for the first time in my life, I peed on another human being. I didn't hold back in the slightest, peeing on her face, her hair, her exposed tits. My bladder provided an seemingly-unending stream of pee, and I used it to completely cover my sister's naked body. She opened her mouth, and I took that as an invitation to piss directly into it.

Finally, after what felt like ten minutes, I was spent. I shook the last few drops out, and Ellora opened her eyes.

I handed her the shampoo, and she turned away from me, slowly pressing her ass against my still-flaccid penis, grinding it against me until she finished washing and left the shower. It probably should have bothered me, but it didn't - I'd peed my frustration and confusion away, and I felt more zen than I could ever remember feeling.

- - -

I was waiting for my sister when she got home from school that day. She smiled at the sight of me, sitting by the door.

Everything was different. Unlike the first day, she dragged it out. She undressed slowly - we both knew I'd seen what was under her outfit, but she decided to tease me, to make me want it even more.

She undid her blouse, button by button. Aside from the ticking of the clock, the room was completely silent, but she somehow used those ticks as a beat, a rhythm to a silent song. Ell moved her hips back and forth as she stripped, removing her blouse, sensuously taking off her bra.

To my surprise, she stopped there. Still wearing knee-socks, black shoes and her plaid skirt, she moved towards me, sitting on my lap and guiding my mouth to those perfect, up-turned nipples of hers.

I didn't need a further invitation - I sucked and nibbled on her tits, unsurprised when she didn't even gasp or groan in response. If my sister had been pregnant, I would have quickly had the milk flowing from her teats - I could feel her wiggling, wriggling at my touch, clearly enjoying the attention from her older brother.

When the clock struck the hour, she got up off my lap, tilted her head to the side and smiled. Neither of us said a word as she undid her skirt and unceremoniously dropped it to the floor, before slowly undoing the laces of her shoes, removing her socks, and - finally - sliding her panties down and exposing that beautifully trimmed bush of hers.

I reached out and pulled her towards me, sliding my exposed cock into her wet slit, fucking my sister harder than I'd ever fucked anyone, almost immediately cumming inside her, filling my naked sister with my spunk...

No.

I blinked twice. In front of me was Ellora's perfect ass, swaying from side to side as she walked into the kitchen to make herself a snack.

We hadn't fucked. We could never fuck. No matter what else we did, that was a line we could never cross. After all, we were siblings.

I followed her into the kitchen. I wasn't hungry; I just wanted to enjoy the view.

- - -

Mom got home well before Dad. As soon as she walked in, my sister's head turned, like a dog who'd found a new scent. We'd been watching TV together, my attention roughly split between the events on the screen and her naked body, but she left halfway through the episode without saying so much as "Goodbye".

I tried to tune back into the events of the episode, but I just couldn't concentrate, and so after a few minutes, I walked down the hall to see where the women in my family had disappeared to.