AUTHOR = JAX
E-MAIL = jax@jaustin1.fsnet.co.uk
I'm lucky enough to come from a family that was rich with old money. My father still works in the city but my mother just works for charitable causes. Just after my nineteenth birthday my favourite Great Aunt died. I was very sad, for I can remember spending many a hot sunny day at her beach cottage.
"Letter for you," my mum said, handing over the envelope.
It was from my aunt's solicitors, inviting me to the reading of the will.
"Looks like she left you something," my dad said when I showed him the letter.
As far as the family knew, she wasn't rich in a cash sense but she did own a couple of rundown properties. I was the only one present and she had left me everything.
"What actually did she leave me?" I asked.
"Well," said the solicitor as he read the attached document, "there seems to be three properties. The main house, a flat in town and the beach cottage. Yes, and some bonds too."
"How much is it all worth?" I asked.
"Mmm, well, yes," he said reading another document. "The estate has been valued, after taxes, at, yes, at £10 million."
"Oh," I said, for I was stunned.
"There is no cash as such, but the income from the investments is about £500, 000 a year.
"Oh," I repeated.
I don't remember how I got home but somehow I did, eventually.
"That flat in town might come in useful," mused my dad. "The firm could use it for visiting clients and such."
So it was all settled. I sold the big house -- I had no use for it -- and my dad leased the flat in town for a goodly sum, more than enough for me to live on. That left the beach cottage, which I decided to use as my own home.
"Mum," said Jean, my younger sister, "can I go with Dean? Stay at his place?"
"Sure, dear," she said, "we'll see you both for Sunday lunch."
"What's that?" I said, for this was the first I had heard of her plans.
"It'll be so cool to stay at your place," she said. "I won't be any trouble."
"Ok, sure," I agreed.
On thing about my younger sister, she sure had changed in the last year. Never the thinnest of girls, always a little bit chubby, but, my, how she had shot up and her tits sure looked a good handful.
It was only a thirty minute drive in my new car to my beach cottage. It was built on a level plateau just a few yards from its own private beach. Originally, it was a wartime boat station and then a coast guard post. About ten years ago, my Great Aunt bought the place and used it for her summer retreat.
"It's great here," said Jean.
"Yeah," I said, for my aunt had modernised the bathroom and kitchen.
"I'll cook, shall I?" she offered and I watched her jean clad rear head for the kitchen.
I still couldn't believe it, that this place was mine and I had money in the bank, more than I could spend. No need to work or get an education or anything.
"Found some burgers in the freezer," she said. "I'll just have a salad. Need to watch my weight."
"I remember when you were quite tubby," I commented.
"No, don't," she said and went red with embarrassment.
"But not anymore," I said. "Now you look great."
"Don't, I'm still a bit overweight," she said.
"Not from where I'm sitting," I said truthfully. "So, what are your measurements?"
"What? There's no way I'm going to tell you that," she giggled.
"If you don't tell me, I'll come over there and find out for myself," I threatened.
"You keep away," she giggled.
I finished off my burger and put the plate down on the floor.
"I'm coming," I said getting out of my chair.
"Don't you dare," she squealed and giggled.
She didn't try too hard to get away, so she wasn't that hard to catch. I soon had her cornered.
"Leave me alone!" she shouted but there was nobody near enough to hear her.
I literally picked her up and carried her squirming body back to the sofa.
"Let me go," she said as I dumped her.
Before I could start on her, she jumped up and ran off into the kitchen, giggling again.
Enough of this, I thought. I went to my bedroom and pulled something out of the bedside table, something I was planning to use on one of my girlfriends. She was back in the lounge and again I cornered her.
"Stop it," she giggled.
I spun her around so that she faced the wall and pulled her hands behind her back.
"What are you doing?" she giggled.
Onto her wrists I snapped the handcuffs.
"What's this?" she said. "Get these off me."
This time, when I dumped her on the sofa she stayed put, unable to fight me off.
"Now, little sister, are you going to be sensible and tell me what I want to know or am I going to find out for myself?" I said.
"What are you going to do?" she asked, her eyes as big as saucers.
"Tell me how big your tits are?" I asked.
"What? No, never," she said.
"Ok, I'm sure it says the size in your bra somewhere," I said.
"No, you wouldn't dare," she said.
One by one I popped the buttons on her blouse.
"Stop," she shouted and she tried to throw me off.
"So tell me then," I said.
"No, never," she giggled and wriggled about some more.
Two more buttons and her blouse was completely undone and I pulled it out of her jeans.
"Looks like a goodly pair to me," I said. "Where's the label?"
"Ha ha, it's around the back," she laughed.
"Ok, miss," I said and reached behind her and unsnapped it.
"Stop, don't you dare." She wriggled some more but I pulled the two ends so I could see the label.
"38D. Well, little sister, you're not so little after all." I grinned down at her.
"What are you going to do now?" she said, her big eyes staring up at me.
"Well, big sister," I grinned, "there are a lot of naughty things I could do to you, seeing that you're half naked and handcuffed."
"You wouldn't though, would you?" she whispered.
I looked down at her, and her half-exposed chest was rising and falling fast.
"No, of course not," I said as I flipped her loose bra off her tits so that I could see them. I couldn't remove it completely because her hands were still secured behind her back.
"Oh no, please don't," she whispered, her voice breathless.
Oh my, I thought. Sure they sagged a bit but not that much and her nipples were like bullets.
"They are lovely, sis," I praised, "just lovely. Can I touch them?"
"What? No, certainly not," she giggled and half heartily struggled to get me off her, which was a big mistake for it caused her tits to wobble delightfully.
I placed both hands on her and gently squeezed.
"Delightful," I said truthfully, "utterly delightful."
"Please, no, you mustn't," she said, her body still.
"Your nipples are as hard as bullets and if I touched you down below I just bet you would be wet," I said.
"No, please don't," she said, but her eyes were closed and unconsciously she let out a slight groan.
"So, is your pussy wet?" I asked.
"No, please, Dean." Her eyes snapped open. "Please do anything you like to my bust but don't do anything else, please."
"Ok, big sister," I laughed. "I was only jesting, but believe me, you have a beautiful pair of tits on you."
"Thanks," she groaned but I could see relief on her face.
"Tell you what, sis," I said. "I'll take you up on your offer. I'll let you up, undo the cuffs, but you've got to take your top off and leave it off until I say you can put it on again."
"What? No way!" she snapped.
"Hey, it was your offer," I said. "Do anything you like with my tits you said."
"Yeah, I know," she shyly smiled up at me.
"Ok, so it's a deal then," I said climbing off her.
"Please, I can't go around all day with my top off," she said sitting up.
"Hey, there's only me here," I said. "Now turn around so that I can undo those cuffs."
"Do I have to?" she whined.
"Hey, sis," I said sternly, "you are beautiful, ok. So pull your shoulders back and be proud of what you've got."
"Ok," she giggled.
Oh my, there was something hugely erotic about a girl being dressed only in tight fitting jeans and her breasts beautifully bared.
"It feels funny being like this," she said shyly.
"Believe me, you look magnificent," I praised.
"Do I? Aren't they a little too big?" she said, looking down at herself.
"Big, yes, but really beautiful," I praised.
"You're not going to do anything, are you?" she said looking slightly scared.
"Hey, a deal's a deal," I said. "If you want me to do anything to you, you'll have to ask me."
"Right then, I think I'll do some housework," she said leaving me alone in the lounge.
I heard her working, cleaning up in the kitchen and then she brought me a cup of coffee.
"Dean, can I ask you something?" she said sitting on the arm of the sofa.
"Sure," I said but was a little distracted by her naked tits.
"The reason I came here, today, was to ask you a favour," she said. "I need some money for my education. I'm not like you, who has plenty, and Dad won't give me any. He says I have to earn my own."
"Yeah, Dad's like that," I laughed. "Makes us understand and respect money. He was like that with me, too."
"So, will you?" she said. "Call it sponsorship if you like."
"How much are we talking about?" I asked.
"Well, the next two years I'll be getting my A levels, but I will be living at home so all I need are the fees and expenses for books and things. After that, it's university and that comes expensive, about five grand a year. And now they're talking about top up fees too."
"Ok, sis," I said smiling up at her, "how can I refuse you?"
"Oh, thank you," she said and threw herself at me and I couldn't help being swamped in lovely, warm, naked flesh.
"And what do I get out of this financial arrangement?" I asked, my hands on her naked tits again.
"Ok, let's see," she mused. "You get me here topless whenever I'm home. I'll do all the housework and cleaning up, even cook your meals."
"What about sleeping in my bed?" I asked.
"No, please," she said, "I'm your sister."
"I said sleeping in my bed," I explained. "That doesn't mean I'm going to fuck you, as much I would like to."
"Best not to, please," she said. "We may get carried away."
I liked the sound of that 'we' and not 'I'.
"Ok, how about you make me come at least once a day?" I said with a big smile.
"What? How?" she gasped.
"Well, either you blow me or give me a tit fuck," I explained.
"Blow you? Yuck, never!" she made a face. "What's this tit fuck then?"
"It's easier to show you than explain," I chuckled and I pushed her away slightly and unzipped my pants.
"What are you doing?" she asked, her eyes getting big again.
"Don't worry," I said and placed my hard cock between her beautiful globes. "Now push yourself around me."
"Ok, I see what you're doing," she giggled.
I gently pushed between them until I spunked.
"God, that was nice," I gasped.
"Is that it?" she giggled.
"Yes, once a day, that's all," I said.
"Ok, no problem," she said with a big grin. "It's not that you took that long."
"No, that's true, but with a pair of great tits like yours, no man's going to last long," I said.
"So, if we sleep together that's all I have to do?" she asked. "You won't want to do it properly or anything?"
"Of course I want to fuck you," I said. "You're one sexy girl, but I will be content with a nice tit fuck and a cuddle after."
"So, if I agree to this, you'll pay for my education?" she said.
"Yes," I said.
"Ok, we have a deal," she smiled. "One last thing though. Can we do it more than once a day?"
"Yes, my big titted sister," I laughed, "as many times as I'm able."
"Right, I'll get cleaned up and I'll make some tea," she said and headed for the bathroom, but she stopped at the doorway. "Then you can do it again, if you're up to it."
THE END
