I flew in from Adelaide on the afternoon flight on a Thursday. By the time I’d collected my bags and taken a cab home from the airport, it was just after 5pm when I walked in my door. I had barely put my suitcase and overnight bag on my bed and my laptop on the desk in my spare room when my phone rang. The screen on my phone showed it was my sister, Debra, and I accepted the call.
“Hey, Luke, it’s me,” she said. “Did you just get in from Adelaide?”
“Yeah, just walked in the door,” I answered.
“Can I come over and see you?” she asked. “I need to ask you a favour.”
“What’s the favour?” I asked, knowing I’d probably say, ‘Yes,’ anyway.
“I’ll tell you when I get there,” she said. “I’ll be there in twenty minutes, okay?”
“Definitely,” I answered. “I’ll make coffee,” and she ended the call.
My sister Debra and I had a pretty unremarkable upbringing. We grew up in an average suburb, two working parents, two kids. Our father was a fireman until he hit forty, and then he quit, and said he was going to leave that kind of work to the young guys. Then, he got some kind of infrastructure planning job in the public service. Our mother worked in hospitality, and managed a few different restaurants and cafes over the years when we were growing up. Nothing extraordinary there.
There were two years between Debra and me. I was born first, and then my sister, Debra, came along. Debra was always one of those people who liked to push boundaries. When we were kids, she would climb the tallest tree on a dare, and one time when she was twelve, she jumped off the highway bridge into the middle of the river, just because someone said she wasn’t game to do it. Fortunately, she was always a good swimmer, or that could have ended badly. That’s the sort of person she always was.
Debra grew to be a looker, with a face that was somewhere between, “chiselled,” and, “pixie,” with ash blonde hair, blue grey eyes, a cute figure, beautiful tits, nice butt, great legs. I was her brother, and even I could see all that. She got her first boyfriend in her last year of high school, and then she saw a couple of different guys over the next few years.
When Debra and I finished high school, two years apart, we both took our father’s advice and got nice, safe public service jobs, and we ended up in different branches of the same department. After a couple of years, we were even working in the same building, although on different floors. We saw a lot of each other at work on our breaks and in training sessions, and our branches shared resources, including the HR department. Our jobs were well paid, and we both got promoted early, and before long I put down a deposit on a small house, and Debra was renting an apartment a couple of suburbs away, as we settled into adult life.
When Debra was about 22 years old, she met a guy called Todd, and before long, they moved in together into Debra’s apartment. I have to say, I liked Todd right from the beginning. He was funny, and smart, and we would sit around for hours, talking about football and cars and whatever, with Debra laughingly accusing us of having a, “bromance,” together, and stuff like that, but over time I began to wonder about him. Some things just didn’t always add up, but I just kept it to myself, because I didn’t want to rain on Debra’s parade.
As for myself, I had a few girlfriends over the first few years after high school, but for the last year or so, I had been seeing a girl called Brooke, but just as I was deciding to try and take things to the next level, she dumped me, and said we weren’t, “going anywhere.” I hadn’t really gotten over that yet. I had turned 26 in July that year, and I was still a little bruised over losing Brooke, so I hadn’t started seeing anyone yet.
I had just spent seven weeks in Adelaide, after being sent across to work on a project that my department was about to roll out over there, prior to a nationwide launch, and I had been putting in a lot of long days. The overtime was going to come in handy, but I had only spoken to Debra once in that time when she rang me to talk about a Pacific cruise our parents were planning, so we had a lot to catch up on.
A little after twenty minutes later, Debra was ringing my doorbell. When I answered, she looked like she had come straight from work, with her name badge on her blouse, and a skirt that was short enough to show off those legs, but still professional enough for the office. “Hey, stranger,” she said brightly, as she stepped in the door.
She gave me a quick sisterly hug, and I said, “So, what’s this favour you want to ask me about?” but she replied with, “Coffee first, then we can talk.” We walked to my kitchen and I made coffee, and we sat on opposite sides of my kitchen bench. Debra took a sip, and said, “First off, I’ll start with some news.” She made eye contact, and said, “It’s about Todd. I kicked him out last week. It’s totally over with him.”
“What?” I said, as I felt my face fall, “Why? What happened?”
“He was cheating on me,” she answered. “Turned out he was at it for months, and I didn’t have a clue.”
“What did you do?” I asked, and she said, “I told him to fuck off.”
“What’d did he do when you told him that?” I asked, and she answered with, “He fucked off,” like it was the obvious answer, but then she smiled and went on with, “But, that leads me to the favour I need to ask.”
“Well, what’s the favour?” I asked, wondering where this was going.
“It’s like this,” she started. “Todd and I had a week away all planned and paid for, the week after next, and it’s too late now to get a refund, so I thought maybe you could come with me. I thought you could take some of that leave you’ve got left over from last year. You told me HR’s been hassling you about it.”
“Whereabouts were you going?” I asked.
“It’s at the Sonnet Bay Resort, up on the Sunshine Coast,” she said, and I burst out laughing.
“Sonnet Bay Resort?” I chuckled, “That’s the place that advertises all those romantic getaways. Are you serious?”
“Yeah, well, they have family packages too, you know,” she said defensively, but she could clearly see the funny side.
“That’s not what they advertise, though,” I said. “I mean, I’d be happy to go with you, if I can get the time off, but did you ask any of your girlfriends?”
“Yeah, that’d be right,” she answered, “If I took any of my female friends, they’d spend the whole week talking about, ‘the breakup’.” And she pulled a dramatic face when she said, “breakup,” and went on with, “It’d be like a fucking week long Royal Commission.“
“I get what you’re saying,” I said, smiling as I thought about it, “I could go and see Rachael from HR and ask about taking that leave she’s been on my back about,” and Debra added, “And I could ring the resort and get us changed to a room with two beds, no problems.”
It all seemed like it was settled, and first thing the next day at work, I went to speak to Rachael from HR, and I asked her about taking some leave at short notice. She told me she should be able to get it approved by close of business that day, and true to her word, at 4.56pm, she rang me to say she had approval for me. All sorted.
I rang Debra to tell her about my leave, and she said, “Well, I rang the resort today, and I spoke to a guy called Randy. He said he would change us to a two-bed room, so it’s all on track now.”
It all seemed so simple. The next week at work went by, and on the following Sunday, as planned, Debra picked me up in a taxi, and we went to the airport. The flight to the Sunshine Coast took just over an hour, and then we got a shuttle bus to the resort. Things were going smoothly, until the attendant took us to our cabin, and we walked in and found there was only one king-size bed.
Debra looked at the guy and said, “We were supposed to have a two-bed room. This is my brother, not my partner.”
The guy looked at his clipboard and said, “I’m sorry, I’m not sure what’s happened, but this is the room you were booked for.”
“No,” Debra told him, “I changed the booking on the phone.”
“Who did you speak with?” the guy asked, like he knew what to expect, and Debra said, “Somebody called Randy.”
The attendant sighed and said, “Randy,” shaking his head. He looked at the bed, and back at Debra, and said, “Randy isn’t with us any more. He’s made this kind of mistake way too often, and we had to let him go.” Then he held up a hand and said, “But wait, I can fix this, I‘ll just ring the office and get you switched over to a two-bed cabin. Not a problem.” He walked across to the phone extension on the wall, and called the office. We could only hear half the conversation, but it didn’t sound promising.
The guy hung up and turned to us with a sigh, and said, “We have a problem here. You see, this time of year is a kind of pre-holiday season, and we get a lot of families taking advantage of the off-peak rates. We’re fully booked out. I’ve got nothing to offer you.” He sighed again and looked at the bed, then back at us.
I looked around for a couch of something, but there were just two armchairs in the room, and I said, “What about a fold-up bed or something? Can you bring one of those in here? I’d be okay with that.”
“I’m afraid all our fold-up beds are out at the moment, you know, with all the families staying here,” the guy said.
There was a silence in the room as we all looked at the bed, and then Debra spoke up. “Well, it’s not like we don’t know each other,” she said with a smile, “We can just share.” I saw an odd look cross the guy’s face as he looked back at the bed, and then at us, but he said, “Well, if you’re okay with that, but, if we get a cancellation or anything comes up, I’ll let you know straight away.”
He looked at the bed again and back at us and added, “One final thing, though.” He pulled a credit card out of his pocket and said, “Just to make up for any inconvenience, I’ll give you this.” He handed me the card and said, “You can use this to pay for all your drinks, any meals that weren’t included in your original payment, and you won’t have to pay for a thing while you’re here. It’s the least we can do, in the circumstances.”
I thanked him for the card and his help, and he left the cabin, after telling us to enjoy our stay, but he looked at the bed again, as he said it. Debra and I were both silent again for a moment, as we both looked at the bed, but then she said brightly, “Well, I’m not going to stand here moping about having to share a bed with my brother, I’m going to go and have splash in the pool. I’ll just freshen up and put my bikini on.”
“Okay, “ I said, “I might just go down and have a beer by the pool, I’ll see you down there.” I left the cabin while Debra changed, and I headed down to the pool. The resort was on the beach, with a short walk to the sand, but there was a swimming pool as well, with a bar next to it. There was nobody in the pool, but there was an older couple lying on banana lounges on the opposite side, and the lady had a hat over her face, like she may have been asleep. I got a beer from the poolside bar and sat in a deck chair, sipping the beer, and feeling the warmth and the gentle breeze on my face. This is going to be a good week, I thought to myself.
A few minutes later, Debra came down from the cabin. She was wearing a peacock blue bikini, with a white diagonal stripe across the front, going down from her right hip, with matching stripes on the triangular bra cups, and even if it wasn’t the briefest bikini I have ever seen, it was showcasing her tidy figure, with some nice cleavage. My eyes involuntarily dropped to her pubic mound as she walked across to me, but I had sunglasses on, so she wouldn’t have seen. I also noticed the old guy across the other side of the pool having a good eyeful of her as well.
Debra put her towel on the deckchair beside mine and said, “I’m going to have a splash,” and she walked over and dived into the pool. I sat and watched her splashing around in the water, as I drank my beer, and then a few minutes later, she climbed out and came back over. She was dripping wet, and her bikini was clinging to her body and outlining her nipples as she walked over to me to get her towel and dry off, and it crossed my mind that Todd had really fucked up, throwing that away. His loss, I thought to myself.
Debra and I spent the rest of the afternoon making use of the resort’s credit card at the bar, and splashing around in the pool between drinks. Neither of us got drunk, but Debra put away a few tequila sunrises during the evening, and I had a few well-spaced beers before we went back to our room after dinner. We took turns getting changed for bed in the en-suite, and Debra came out, ready for bed, in a short and sexy pale pink lacy nightgown that buttoned up at the front from the waist up. I was just wearing ordinary summer pyjamas, and when I looked at the way she was dressed for bed, she giggled, and said, “I was expecting to have a romantic week away with Todd, so I bought a few things to wear. I may as well get some use out of them.” We both laughed, and I said, “Suit yourself,” as she climbed in on the right side of the bed, while I got in on the left.
We must have both dropped off quickly, but the next morning, I was having an incredibly realistic dream that I was fucking my former girlfriend, Brooke, doggie-style, in her double bed in her apartment. Things were going great, and in my dream I felt like I was close to cumming, but then I woke up. I was lying on my left side, and incredibly, my cock was being stroked, but I wasn’t the one doing the stroking. I realised that Debra was lying behind me and had her right hand in my shorts, rubbing my cock and mumbling, “Mmm, Todd! That things is so-o hard, let me help you with that,” and, ”Mmmm, Todd, I love that hard cock of yours.”
I should have stopped things right there, but after my dream, I was so close to cumming, I could hardly help giving in to the delicious feelings of pleasure washing through me, as Debra rubbed my hard cock from behind, lubricated with my own precum, and twisting her palm around the sensitive head, and I went right over the edge. My orgasm was amazing, and I must have jerked, or groaned, or maybe both as I spurted my load, but suddenly, Debra woke up fully, and she said, “What the fuck, Luke?” as she jerked her cum-splattered hand out of my shorts and sat up abruptly in the bed.
“What the fuck?” she repeated. “What were you doing?”
I had to clear my throat to speak, but I rolled onto my back, and I said, “I wasn’t doing anything. I just woke up, and you were doing that.” I felt incredibly ashamed, but Debra was now sitting against the headboard of the bed, and she said, “Fuck! I was just giving my own brother a hand job! And you let me keep on doing it!”
“I’m sorry,” I said, feeling really ashamed of myself, but Debra was just looking straight ahead, and she shook her head, sighed, and again said, “Fuck!”
I don’t think I had ever felt so ashamed or awkward, but my shorts were full of cum, and I could feel it getting cold in my groin and pubic area, and I sighed a long sigh and said, “I’d better have a shower.”
“Yeah, you better,” Debra answered, looking away, and I got up out of the bed. As I walked across to the en-suite, I looked back to see Debra still looking straight ahead, but she made eye contact and shook her head without speaking. I dropped my pyjamas on the floor and jumped in the shower, washing the cum off myself and wondering what was going to happen after I finished. Had I fucked things up totally? I wasn’t looking forward to coming out of the en-suite, that’s for sure. While I was showering, Debra came in and, without looking at me, walked to the sink and washed her hands. Then, after she dried them, she turned…