The Break of Dawn

She jumped up to her feet and squealed, "I did it!"

She startled me and I quickly stood with her. She wrapped her arms around my neck tightly, our nearly naked bodies pressed together in the warm pool. This was a first for us because we rarely ever went swimming or anything, and when we did she was in a one-piece suit and I was in board shorts. I slowly backed away. "Good job. You ready for some more?"

"Yes!" She lowered again, her mouth right at the water line.

"Okay," I smiled, lowering in front of her. "We can do one of two things. We can get your face further into the water so you get used to it first, or we can move to a little deeper water and teach you to float."

"Mmm, what do you think?"

"I think you're doing great getting water in your face, which is important, but I think if you can float, you will feel more confident in deeper water knowing that you're not going to sink. And I'll be here with you."

"Let's do that."

"Okay, keep your hand on the edge and we'll make our way to the deep end." The water only got to six feet deep, but it was enough that our feet wouldn't touch the bottom if our heads were above the surface. Dawn nervously followed me along the wall with both hands, her fingertips pink as she gripped the concrete lip of the pool deck.

"Are you okay?" I asked. She nodded quickly, a worried expression on her face.

"All right, give me your hand." She let go of the wall with one hand and let me take it. I pushed off from the wall and kicked lightly away from the wall. I treaded water while holding her hand and told her we were going to help her float on her back. I showed her how to do it and explained that her body was designed to float. With air in her lungs she would float. We talked about it for a minute and finally she was ready to try. With one hand gripping the wall and with me holding the other, she felt secure enough to risk it. I floated by her head and supported her lightly with my other hand in the middle of her back.

She slowly lowered her head and shoulders back and I encouraged her to take a deep breath and she was soon floating with little support from me. She smiled, laughing a little and muttering, "I'm floating!"

"You're doing great, Dawn," I said loudly enough for her to hear me through the water. When she took a deep breath at my command a second time, her chest rose up through the water, her red bikini breaking the surface. I noticed the bumps of her nipples pressed against the center of the fabric triangles. I felt myself stir again and tried to refocus on the task at hand. I told her to exhale so she could feel herself begin to sink and then to take in a deep breath to see the difference. She blew out and began to settle below the water, but quickly bobbed back up when she inhaled sharply.

"See? You can float. I'm going to move my hand off your back, but I still have your hand." She nodded quickly, her face breaking the surface, looking up at the ceiling. I pulled back a little and she didn't sink at all. She smiled. "Okay, let go of the wall. I've still got you." She let go of the wall and I pulled her away from it only a couple of feet so that she floated near the wall, but only supported by the loose grip of my hand. "You okay?"

"Yeah," she smiled. "This is cool."

"Relax, okay? I'm going to let go of your hand, but I'm right here."

"Okay." I let go of her hand and she didn't move. A smile came to her face and she floated silently, unsupported for the first time. "I can't believe it," she whispered. I told her to gently move her arms back and to lightly kick her legs and corrected her as I watched her move slowly back toward the shallow end. I stayed near her head and drifted back with her so she would know I was there. I felt my feet touch bottom and walked backward with her as she continued to swim backward.

"Hey, Dawn?"

"Yeah?"

"Stand up."

She drifted downward and laughed when her feet touched the bottom. She quickly stood and she squealed with laughter when she realized she was standing chest deep in the water. "I did it!" she yelled. "I was swimming!" Again she embraced me tightly and held onto me. "Thank you thank you thank you!" she cried into my ear.

I held her against me, enjoying her excitement. Maybe a little too much. I don't know what had come over me in recent months. Maybe it was my lack of sex or the infusion of porn since my breakup with Karen. Maybe it was just the fact that I had always known my sister was pretty, but the newness of seeing her (maybe anyone?) in a bikini, and having a nearly naked female body pressed against me didn't help.

I closed my eyes and just felt her body against me. Her skin was soft and warm, especially in the pool water. I noticed that after a time her grip loosened, but she didn't let go. It wasn't until she let go moments later that I also released her. Her face was only a few inches from my face and we looked into each other's eyes before she eased into a smile and quickly backed away, splashing my face when she shoved water toward me with cupped hands.

"Hey!" I yelled, coughing and laughing as she squealed and tried to run through the water, making slow progress. I lunged at her, torpedoing through her wake and picking her up from behind. Her screaming laughter and pleas for mercy filled the mostly-glass room and echoed off the walls. I knew better than to throw her into the water the way I would with most anyone else. "You're lucky I love you as much as I do," I said, setting her back on her feet.

"I know," she laughed.

"Come on, let's get you used to having some water in your face. Now that you can float face up, you need to be able to float face-down."

"Why?"

"Survival. It's more natural to float face down and if you ever get tired or are in an emergency in the water for a long time, floating face down is going to keep you from getting exhausted."

For the next half hour we worked to get her used to having her face in the water, floating face down and taking breaths from the side. Dawn did really well and felt more comfortable learning to tread water and dog paddling around the pool as she followed me. I hadn't seen her this proud and excited in a long time.

"Pool's closed," called the front desk attendant, sticking her head through the door.

"Oh, okay," Dawn said. "We didn't know."

"It's fine," she smiled. "It closes at midnight, so it's just now closing. You're fine. I need to lock it up in five minutes."

"Okay, thank you," I said. She left and I turned to see Dawn walking toward the stairs. I made my way over and watched her ascend the stairs. When her hips broke the surface of the water, the red bikini clung to her ass. The fabric had crept into her crack and the white skin of her cheeks was showing more than I had ever seen before. My gaze was broken when she quickly reached back and snapped the fabric from her crack. Fortunately she didn't look back when she did it, but continued climbing the stairs.

I followed her over to the table and she turned to hand me a towel. When I took it, I noticed her eyes dart down and again she expressed. . . something. I ran the towel over my body and when I dried my hair I had the towel draped over my head. I looked down and was surprised to see my semi-erect prick in fully defined outline against the wet spandex. Even the head was clearly visible. Embarrassed, I subtly covered up and wrapped the towel around my waist. Dawn's nipples poked against the wet red fabric of her swimsuit. She wrapped the towel around her shoulders and huddled into it.

"You ready?" I asked.

"Not looking forward to that cold hallway."

"Our room is close. We can make it."

We walked briskly through the door and down the hall to our room. I turned the knob and my stomach sank. My head dropped onto the door.

"What?" she asked, bouncing on her toes.

"I don't have the key."

"Oh, my god."

"I'll get one from the front desk." I darted to the lobby and called out behind the desk. No one was there. It was freezing cold and after a few minutes Dawn rounded the corner.

"What's going on?"

"No one's here."

"Seriously?" She was obviously exasperated.

"I know. Let's go sit in the breakfast area away from the door and get something hot to drink."

"Okay," she sighed. Fortunately they had hot chocolate, which was her favorite. She liked two packets instead of one and I poured them into the paper cup before adding hot water and a top. I repeated the same for myself and settled in next to my sister. I wrapped my arm around her and pulled her close as we sipped our hot chocolate. Christmas music played quietly in the lobby as we kept each other as warm as we could. Finally I heard a door close and stood to look into the lobby. The same desk clerk was behind the desk again.

"She's back," I said, helping Dawn to her feet. She walked with me as I approached the desk.

"Excuse me."

"Yes, sir?" she asked, looking up, suddenly concerned. "Oh, my! Aren't you cold?"

"Yeah," I laughed. "I left our key in the room so we couldn't get in. Can I get another one?"

"Of course! I'm so sorry."

"It's fine. My fault."

The attendant created another key for our room and handed it to me. Dawn and I rushed down the cold hallway to our room and a flood of relief washed over me when the light turned green as I withdrew the card. Unfortunately we had not turned on the heater in our room, so the temperature difference was not significant enough to make us feel better. Dawn ran over to the heater and cranked it up, shivering in front of the vent. She stood over it with her arms extended as if she were warming herself by a campfire.

"It's freezing in here," she said. "Come warm me up."

I cuddled up next to her and wrapped my arm around her shoulders. I draped a blanket over us both and we huddled over the vent, waiting for the air to warm up. After a couple of minutes it was warm enough to begin making us more comfortable. Dawn still stayed pressed against me, shivering.

"I can't get warm," she said. Her skin was still cool and I wrapped both arms around her, embracing her from behind. "Man, how are you warm already?"

"I don't know."

"Well, don't let go. It feels really good."

I squeezed her tight, bringing a giggle from her. We were both cocooned in the velour blanket with warm air blowing up from underneath. Again, my body began to respond, regardless of how I felt about it. It began to get a little uncomfortable when my growing erection was kind of bent to the left. It was even more uncomfortable when it straightened up and actually pressed against my sister's ass. Great, I thought, how do I get out of this one?

"Um. . . Trav?"

Shit! "Yeah?"

"Are you. . . I mean. . . is that you?"

"Sorry. I can't help it."

She laughed and pressed her rear back against me. "Does this help?" she laughed.

I pulled back a little. "Come on, Dawn, knock it off."

She pushed back again, forcing me to take a step back. "What's the matter, Travis? You got a boner?"

"Seriously! Stop it!" I continued to step back, but Dawn continued to pull the blanket tight so that I couldn't escape, and she kind of chased me with her ass, as weird as that sounds.

"Oooh, Travis has a hard-on," she teased laughingly. "You should get your girlfriend to take care of that for you."

"Not funny, Dawn." I tried backing away some more, but it only pulled her back with me. I suddenly fell backward onto the bed and my sister fell on top of me with her full weight. My arms instinctively wrapped tightly around her and she let go of the blanket. I realized that my sister was lying on top of me, my cock against her ass and my hands holding her tits.

She quickly scrambled up to a sitting position and I suddenly found myself lying on the bed with my sister straddling my hips, facing my feet. I looked down and saw my erection clearly visible in the swimsuit, the head clearly defined. But that wasn't what caught my attention. Dawn's bikini had been pushed to the side so that one cheek was completely visible and the edge of the bikini was pushed into the crack of her ass. Her round, white cheek was fully exposed, sitting on my rock solid dick. That didn't help my situation at all.

Dawn looked over her shoulder at me, blushing. She had to have felt it. She slowly reached down and rose up a little before hooking her finger into her swimsuit and pulling it free to cover more of her cheek again. Two things happened, however, when she did that. First, I caught a glimpse of black hair and I thought I saw some pussy. Second, the back of her finger rubbed the underside of my cock. She rolled off to the side. "I told you it was too revealing," she whispered.

"No, it looks good. I mean, on you it looks good."

"Yeah," she smiled. "You mentioned that." She looked down at my groin and smiled. "A couple of times."

"Listen, Dawn, I'm sorry about that." I sat up next to her. "I didn't mean for that to happen."

"I know. It's cool." I nodded my embarrassed appreciation. "Um, Travis? If you don't mind my asking. . . how long has it been?"

"Since?"

"You know."

"About this summer."

"Really?"

"Yeah. What about with you and Chris?"

"At the end, it was mostly about blowjobs and quickies. He didn't even invest in me. Once I found out about Megan it made sense."

"So do you just. . . take care of it yourself, then?" I asked. She nodded.

We sat in silence for a couple of minutes. "Well," said Dawn, standing up off the bed. "I think I'm going to take that shower now."

"Yeah, okay. I'll go next." As she was about to go into the bathroom I called out, "Dawn?"

She stopped and looked at me.

"I would never cheat on someone like you."

She smiled and looked at the floor before closing the door behind her.

I turned on the television and watched the weather reports before looking out the window at the sheets of ice coating the cars and plants. I heard the bathroom door open and I turned to see my sister standing there, wrapped in a towel. Her hair had been towel-dried, but not sufficiently to be dry.

"Is it my turn?" I asked.

She nodded. "But first I need to ask you something."

"Anything," I said, taking a step toward her.

She took a deep breath. "I need your opinion. I hate to ask, but honestly, you're the only one I trust."

"I'm serious, Dawn. You can ask me anything."

She paused and then said, "Well, Chris said some hurtful things to me during our relationship. One of the things that came up several times was. . . well, he said my body was funny-shaped."

My face became hot with anger. "What?" I asked quietly.

"Calm down, Trav," she said, putting a hand out toward me. "It doesn't matter now. But between his cheating on me and me going to college soon, I need to know the truth. Am I shaped funny?"

"Absolutely not!"

"Are you sure?"

"Of course I'm sure! You're gorgeous!"

"Can I ask another favor of you? And you have to promise not to laugh."

"I'd do anything for you; you know that."

"Well, Chris mostly talked about. . . about my butt. He said it was too big for my body."

"I ought to kick his ass!" I seethed.

"Travis, no! That's not what I need." She calmed down a little. "I need. . . I need an honest opinion. See, I thought it was kind of nice until he started making fun of it. Now I'm not sure. Don't laugh and don't freak out, but I need a. . . a fresh perspective. A first impression if you will."

She didn't even give me a chance to say anything, but quickly turned around while dropping her towel. Suddenly there she was, naked, her back to me. It took me a moment to catch my breath. Naturally my eyes went straight to her ass. It was full and round and yes her hips flared a little more than with some women, compared to her smaller waist, but it wasn't abnormally huge.

"Beautiful," I said quietly. I wasn't trying to answer her; it just came out.

"What?" she called back over her shoulder.

"I said you're beautiful."

"Seriously? You're not just saying that?"

I took a couple of steps toward her. She flinched when my hand touched her shoulder and she quickly cupped her breasts, even though her back was to me. I put my hands on her shoulders and caressed her lightly.

"Dawn, you're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. I've always thought so." I ran my fingertips down her back, bringing a shiver from her, but she didn't comment. She didn't step away like I expected she would. She sighed as my fingers traced down to her lower back. I continued downward, feeling the swell of her butt. Still further south I moved and it wasn't long before I gently cupped and squeezed her cheeks. She moaned quietly. "Chris is a fool," I whispered into her ear. "This is a perfect ass. Do you have any idea how many times I watched you walk away?"

"You're not supposed to do that," she said quietly.

"I know, but I couldn't help it. It's as beautiful as I imagined." I continued to feel it, caressing and squeezing it. I cupped it again, this time separating the cheeks and running my fingers all the way down into the crack. I felt the coarse little hairs that I had seen earlier and again my sister moaned audibly.

"I don't think anyone has ever called my ass beautiful," she said.

"Well, I will. I didn't know if you knew that I was an ass man."

"Mm-mm," she shook her head, biting her bottom lip.

"And yours is the best I've ever seen."

"Really?"

"Really." I ran my fingertip along her rosebud, bringing a gasp. "Or touched." Her crack was wet from the shower and I pressed the tip of my finger in a little.

"Oohh," she sighed, pressing back a little.

"You like that?" I asked.

"Yessss," she whined.

"It's tight," I said. "I bet Chris had a hard time getting in there."

"He said it was gross," she said, whimpering as my fingertip pressed in before withdrawing. "Besides," she offered as she turned her head to look me in the eye, "He's not as big as you are." Her hand came back and gripped my shaft through the swimsuit. "That would be tough to take."

I sighed and withdrew my finger, squeezing both cheeks again. My sister stroked me over the swimsuit, occasionally squeezing me.

After a minute of this I asked, "Dawn, are you sure about this?"

She looked me in the eye. "No." She gave me another squeeze and turned to face me. "No, I'm not sure." She wrapped her arms around my neck and we kissed for the first time. My hands naturally made their way to her hips and around to her ass as our tongues twirled around each other.

She backed away, leaving her arms around my neck. "Can I see you?" She glanced down at my crotch.

I smiled and stepped back. I looked her over and noticed her full breasts with bright pink nipples on pale areolae. She had a narrow triangle of black hair on her mound, which immediately drew my attention due to its stark contrast and, of course, its placement. "Damn, sis. You're gorgeous."

She blushed and looked as if she didn't know what to do with her hands. I took her hands and said, "Why don't you help me out here?" I placed her hands on my lower stomach, right at the waistband of my swimsuit.

My sister curled her fingers into my waistband and pulled down, working her hands around to the side to pull on the wet, tight spandex. She had to stoop to do it as she worked it over my butt, but when her hands came back around the front, she pulled down and my erection snapped up, smacking against my stomach.

"Oh!" she gasped. She stared at it, wide-eyed, my swim trunks suspended like a rubber band stretched around my thighs.

"Sit down," I said, guiding her to the nearby couch. As she sat down, I removed my trunks the rest of the way. My erection bobbed in front of her, each heartbeat making it twitch. She looked at it, then up at me. "Well?" I asked.

"Definitely bigger than Chris," she said quietly, almost timidly. She reached her hand up, but stopped and pulled it back before she touched me. "Can I?" she asked, her eyes pleading.