Naked with My Sister Tilly

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For a long time I've wanted to write a story about adult siblings who find each other. This, my friends, would be that story. Between all the sex, I hope you even find a love story. Happy reading!

After three years in the desert sucking sand for Uncle Sam, being home again felt surreal. I felt out of touch and a step behind with everything that I had missed and nothing reminded me more about all I had missed than seeing my sister again. During the nearly three years between heading overseas and coming home, Tilly had lost the awkwardness of being a teen and became a fully grown woman.

I swear I'm not perving on my sister, not really, but I'd have to blind not to notice the differences. At nineteen, with a single year of college behind her, more had changed about her than just the new curves to her body. Tilly had come out of her shell. No longer the quiet, emo chick with flat, greasy hair and a face full of pimples, she had blossomed into a loud-mouth dynamo who wasn't afraid to speak her mind and cuss-out the assholes of the world.

Tilly found me sitting on the back patio with a cup of coffee as I stared at the backyard I had taken for granted all of my life. In a couple more hours, the sun would bake the concrete patio so hot you couldn't walk on it with bare feet. For the moment, I sat in shade looking past the pool at the flowers and greenery lining the tall privacy fence. Mom spent most of her evenings fussing over roses in the corner, tomato plants in the middle where they got more sun, and whatever else the rest of those plants were called.

Tilly sat with me at the patio table with a glass top and an umbrella that would be needed that afternoon. "You okay?" she quietly asked.

"Finer than frog's hair," I assured her, mustering up a smile that came easily to my face. "Still on Army time, I guess."

"I'm glad you're safe and home."

"Me, too," I said, sipping sweet coffee with real cream instead of that instant powder crap that never seemed to quite dissolve in your cup. "What's college like?"

"You'll like it," she assured me. "There are lots of old farts like you."

"Gee, thanks," I chuckled, still trying to wrap my head around the idea of going back to school. I couldn't wait to leave high school, couldn't wait to leave this little town and couldn't wait to meet people who didn't know everything about me. I signed on the dotted line two months before graduation. Three years later, I couldn't imagine anything better than sitting on the patio and waiting for the sun to rise high enough in the sky to cast sparkles on the water in the pool.

"What did you miss most when you were over there?"

"The colors," I decided. "Everything over there is covered in dust and if I never see sand without a beach, it will be too soon." In the cities, there were green spots, but otherwise, everything felt a dull tan. A grass lawn felt decadent. "And girls not wearing hijabs or covered from head-to-toe."

Tilly smiled. "You okay if Sarah and Rose pop by today?"

"Why would I be?"

"Last time they were here, you hid in your room the whole time."

"I wasn't hiding, I was giving you space to hang with your friends. You've had the place to yourself for the last couple of years."

"Hang out with us, please?"

"Sure, okay," I agreed. It wasn't like I had anywhere else to go. A week into being home and it still felt strange. I had missed so much more than American TV, like the strange RedBox machine I saw outside a McDonalds the other day where you could rent a DVD for a dollar a day instead of going to Blockbuster. Watching Tilly tapping on her cell phone buttons reminded me of another thing I had missed out on. "You know, you could just call them instead of sending them a text message. Those aren't free, are they?"

"I could message them on American Online, too, except no one uses that anymore."

At twenty-two, I felt old and out of touch compared to my nineteen-year-old sister. "Should have gotten a Dell," I said, heading to my room to fire up my big computer for a bit of Grand Theft Auto, Vice City. That game was cool as hell and, best of all, I felt up-to-date playing it.

Finding me in my room, Tilly made me jump when she interrupted my gaming to announce, "Hey, we're swimming. Come be social."

"In a minute," I said, fleeing from the police. Once I reached my apartment, I would be safe and could save my game. Digging around in my drawers, I found an old swimsuit from before Army life. They didn't fit as well as I remember, but I didn't care. Grabbing a towel, I slipped on flip-flops before risking the heat of the concrete patio on the bottom of my feet.

"There you are!" Sarah squealed as soon as she saw me, running over to hug me while I tried not to notice the way her breasts swayed inside her bikini top. "Welcome home!"

"Thanks," I mumbled, overwhelmed by the greeting as much as I was surprised by the changes in her. Like Tilly, Sarah had grown-up, too.

"Ooo, that's hot!" Rose said, strolling over to join the hug-fest and caressing the görükle escort (https://bursali.org/semtler/gorukle-escort) barbed wire tattoo circling my right bicep and the tribal tat on my across my left shoulder and bicep. "When did you get these?"

"While I was on leave," I said without going into details. Three of us from my vehicle sported the same tribal tat. We got them after a roadside bomb detonated near our vehicle. Spaz didn't lose his arm, but glass had left his upper arm scarred. Sometimes, fewer details were better than more.

"I've got one, too," Rose squealed, spinning and poking her ass in my direction. Right above the boy short bottoms that she wore, I could see the top of a tattoo on her lower back. She pushed down the top of her bottoms far enough for me to see the whole thing.

"Nice," I said, appreciating her ass more than the tattoo. Rose looked hot as hell, too. All three of them did from my sister in her bikini with the tiny polka dots, Rose wearing boy short bottoms that hugged her ass and covered part of her lower back tattoo, and all the way to Sarah wearing a swimsuit with an interesting top that looked like a sports bra.

Feeling awkward in my baggy old swimsuit that barely cinched around my waist to my mix-matched tan, I dropped my towel on a patio chair and headed to the water. There had been a time when I was pretty good at diving. With my toes on the hot edge of the pool, I pushed off and slipped into the water in a way that I hoped looked like I knew what I was doing. I felt my bottoms slip down my ass and caught them before further embarrassing myself.

As it did every summer, the water felt warm as hell. I stayed submerged until I felt the opposite wall with my fingertips. Executing a swimmer's roll, I pushed off the wall and stopped short of the wall on the deep end. Being in the water felt better than standing around showing off well-tanned arms, a barely tanned chest, and stark, white legs.

"Cannonball!" Tilly yelled, charging the pool with a big smile, jumping over my head and landing behind me. After exchanging a glance at Sarah, Rose did the same thing. "Come on!" Tilly called to Sarah. "Get wet!"

With a hint of a smile on her lips, Sarah strolled to the deep end of the pool and waved the two girls away from the middle. She stepped back far enough to touch the grass before taking two long steps, one big hop, and then jackknifed into the pool, coming up spitting and spewing water. "I haven't done that in years!"

"You don't usually swim when you come over?" I asked, remembering pool parties when the pool turned into a soup of frolicking bodies.

"Usually, we just work on our tans," Rose said, swimming over next to me and holding herself up with crossed arms on the edge of the pool.

"We haven't actually gone swimming in forever," Sarah said, finding a perch on the opposite side of me. Where I could stand at the edge of the pool, the two girls needed to hang on the edge.

"If we get in the water, it's on the air mattresses," Rose explained. "But this feels good, too." She caressed the tribal tattoo on my shoulder and bicep. "I really like your tat."

I started to tell her the story behind it and stopped before I started. "Thanks," I mumbled, glancing behind her in the general direction of her tattoo. "I like yours, too."

"I haven't decided what I'm going to get," Sarah said. "But I want to get one right about here." She indicated somewhere on her hip in a spot covered by her bikini. "That way no one sees it unless I want them to see it."

"Good idea," I said, trying not to think about how much she would need to show off to the tattoo artist while getting a tattoo in the spot she had indicated.

"Why aren't you more tanned after all that time in the desert?" Rose blurted out.

"They sort of preferred for us to stay in our uniforms."

"Yeah, I forgot," she giggled, stroking my arm again. "But you tan really nice."

"It's sort of golden color," Sarah agreed, caressing my other arm. "If you had a tan like this everywhere, it would be so sexy."

"Maybe I'll work on that," I said, finally realizing they were both flirting with me.

"It's private enough in your backyard that you could get an all-over tan," she suggested.

"Is that the kind of tan you have?" I asked, intrigued by the idea of the three girls laying out nude in my backyard.

"She fake bakes," Rose said.

"Only in the winter!"

Joining us, Tilly hung off the edge of the pool on the far side of Sarah. "Do you want to know about my tan lines?"

If she was trying to make me feel awkward, it didn't work. "Sure, why not?"

"All over, baby," she smirked.

"Her tan is so hot, too!" Sarah squealed. "I bet you would tan the same color, too!" Pushing away from the edge of the pool, she traded places with Tilly so we could compare our arms. "See? The same!"

"I guess so," I agreed, noticing for the first time how our skin tones matched.

"Except mine doesn't stop," she pointed out.

"The three of you lay out together?"

"All karacabey escort (https://bursali.org/semtler/karacabey-escort) the time," Tilly assured me. Holding her gaze, I raised my eyebrows and she smiled, catching the unspoken question. "It's not like anyone can see." I glanced around the backyard, unsure that I would trust the integrity of the privacy fence. "Especially if you're in the water on a floatie." As I considered the fence, Mom's plantings added an extra layer of protection and someone would have to stand on a ladder to see over it.

"If you weren't here, that's what we'd be doing instead of swimming," Sarah offered.

"Don't let me stop you," I joked, fighting against the rise in my shorts as I imagined the three women laying out naked in the pool.

"Only if you do it with us," Rose giggled.

"Not sure that's a good idea," I said. "At least not with Tilly."

"Chicken," my sister joked. "You think you have something I haven't seen before?"

"Maybe not, but you haven't seen it on me."

"And you don't think I can behave myself if I do?"

"Not sure I can trust myself," I admitted. "If I get naked, I'd be showing more than I want."

"Do you have another tattoo?" Sarah asked, not quite getting my meaning.

"He meant he might get hard in front of me," Tilly explained, laughing at her friend.

"Oohhhh!" Sarah said, laughing at herself. What she said next was the craziest thing yet. "Is that bad, though?"

Rose chimed in, too. "Yeah, what's so bad about that?"

"Are you for real?" I asked.

"Wouldn't bother me," she insisted, petting my arm again. "If I had a brother that looked like you, I'd want to see."

"Then it's a good thing you're not my sister."

"Maybe, maybe not," she smirked. "Might be fun if you were."

I knew they were teasing. Okay, I didn't know if they were teasing, but I assumed they were having fun at my expense. "What if I really like seeing her naked?"

"Yeah, what if?" Tilly asked, looking past me at her friend.

"Then all the more for us to see," Rose replied as if it was nothing. "He might have a nice one."

My potential "nice one" reacted to the conversation. I hugged the edge of the pool to hide the frustrating growth. Away from the real world for too long, I didn't have my usual control.

"I bet he does have a nice one," Sarah added, showing that she was following along. "I saw my cousin's once and he had a really nice one."

"You fucked your cousin?" Tilly asked, calling her out.

"Isn't that why they're called 'kissing cousins?'"

"'Kissing cousins' are second cousins. How was he related to you?"

Sarah's brow furrowed as she worked it out. "My dad's sister's son. He's the same age as me."

"That's not a kissing cousin," Rose laughed, working it out first. "That's a first cousin and that's one step away from fucking your brother."

"I don't have a brother," Sarah said as if that changed anything. "But if I did and he was cute, I would be okay with doing him."

"You realize that's called incest, right?" I inquired, greatly entertained by Sarah.

"Didn't you see that movie with Sarah Michelle Geller, Cruel Intentions where she offers to give her brother anal? That was hot as hell!"

"I missed that one," I said, vaguely remembering something about it mostly because of Sarah Michelle Geller. In a way, Sarah loosely favored that actress more than just by sharing a first name. Making that connection didn't help my problem.

"It was a bet that she lost," Tilly pointed out. "And she never actually did it with him."

"But she offered to do it," Sarah insisted. "That means she wanted him."

"Why didn't he do her?" I asked, knowing I would find it difficult to resist sex with the former Buffy the Vampire Slayer actress.

"He tries to, later," Rose added. "But it's complicated. You sort of have to see it. He ends up dying at the end of the movie."

"Damn, thanks for the spoiler alert," I joked, doubting that I would ever bother watching the movie. It sounded like a chick flick.

"So I'm confused, is incest good or bad?" Tilly asked. I knew she was joking but I'm unsure anyone else did.

"Only if it's anal," I quipped. "Anal is always good."

"Yeah, it is," Rose softly whispered, except Tilly overheard her.

"As if you would know," my sister said, challenging her friend.

"Maybe I do," Rose said, caressing my arm again. "With the right guy, it could be."

"Your friends are a trip," I told my sister, amazed at how the three of them talked.

"It's why they're my friends," Tilly grinned and I completely understood.

"Have you ever done a chick up the butt?" Rose asked.

After getting over the initial shock of her having the audacity of asking a question like that, I gave the truthful answer, "Nope, not yet."

"Too bad."

"My boyfriend wants to do that, but I keep saying 'no,'" Sarah offered. "I don't trust him enough to let him do that to me."

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"Feeling a bit backed up?" Tilly asked.

"Like I would admit that to my sister!"

"According to Sarah, Tilly wants to help you out with that," Rose said, laughing at the same time.

"I'm good."

"Does that mean you don't want to do her? What's wrong with Tilly?" she pressed, having a lot of fun at my expense.

"There's nothing wrong with my sister. Tilly's hot as fuck."

"So you DO want to do her!"

"That's not what I meant!" I groaned, feeling trapped. It had been too long since being in this kind of situation. If I ever had a game, I felt off of it. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?"

Smiling, Rose nodded before asking, "Are you?"

"Why don't you check?"

"Because I might like it too much and then what?"

"Then I guess Sarah and I get a free show," Tilly said.

"If she keeps going like this, that might be exactly what happens," I replied.

"I could be okay with that."

"Pervert."

"She really is," Sarah volunteered, earning a sharp glance from my sister.

"Now why would you ever say that?" I asked, glad to be out of the spotlight.

"How can I be a pervert when I don't even have a boyfriend?" Tilly asked.

"What happened to Tim?" Sarah asked.

"Timmy Jenson?" I asked, recognizing the name of a sophomore on the football team during my senior year. "You were dating Timmy Jenson?"

"We went out a few times," Tilly admitted.

"She told me he had a little dick," Rose offered.

"That wasn't why we broke up. He got pissed off because I cheated on him, but we weren't even going steady." Tilly waited a moment before adding, "And he does have a little dick."

"Who knew my sister was a size-queen?"

"I'm not really," she insisted, carrying on the incredibly open conversation. "There's too big, too small, and just right."

"More like too big, too small, and oh-my-fucking-god!" Rose suggested, making all four of us laugh even harder.

Floating against the side of the pool with these three women felt good. For the first time since getting home, I felt myself relax. There's a hidden penalty that goes along with being in a theater of operations, even after you leave it behind, you never fully relax. Instead, a part of you remains on guard, ready to grab your gear and go. Even during my quiet mornings of sipping coffee on the patio, I could feel that tension, that sense of doom waiting for a call to duty. Talking about anal sex and boyfriends with little dicks with these three women while floating in the pool at the house where I grew up eased that tension.

"It feels good to be home," I said.

"I worried about you every day that you were over there," Tilly said, kissing my shoulder, which felt both funny and welcomed at the same time.

"Thanks," I mumbled. "This is a lot better than sucking sand or being on patrol."

That's when all the questions started about what it was like. Did all the women really wear hijabs? Was I scared? Did I see anything really bad? All questions I would be answering for months to come. Hell, I still get asked some of those same questions and none of them have good answers. I felt old beyond my years and woefully unable to put into words how any of it felt.

Blonde haired Sarah asked the first question that felt good. "What did you miss the most?"

"Pizza," I grinned, appreciating that question. That list could get really long and most of it wouldn't make sense to them. I stuck to the easy answers. "And seeing girls in regular clothes." Flashing my sister a smile, I added one more, "I even missed you a little bit."

"Geez, thanks," she said.

I searched for a way to explain that strange feeling of lost time. Like how Mom's garden around the fence had changed or needing to play catch-up with movies, TV shows, and which neighbors had moved. Even seeing Mom driving a new-to-me car had felt weird when she picked me up from the airport. "Well, for one, when I left, you were still just a kid."

"I was sixteen when you left!"

"I know," I said, feeling frustrated. How could I explain it without sounding really wrong? "But now it's like you're a woman or something."

"I am," she acknowledged. "When you left, I was still a virgin."

"Don't remind me," I said, feeling that familiar tingle between my legs again. Talking about Army stuff had eased my hard-on and that one line from her threatened to bring it back. I did my best to make a joke out of it. "And now you're all grown-up and fucking guys with little dicks."

"Not anymore," she laughed. "At least not jealous guys with little dicks."

"What about guys with averaged sized dicks?" I asked, blushing immediately after. What the fuck was I thinking of talking about my dick to my sister?

"What's averaged sized?" Sarah asked. "Like eight inches?"

"Maybe in porn!" Rose said, laughing at her. "Do you think you've ever seen one that big in real life?"

"My boyfriend says that's how big he is."

"You sure as hell aren't doing anal if he is!" Tilly added.

"Maybe she is," Rose corrected, drawing unwanted attention from all three of us and lots more laughter despite her insistence, "I'm just saying, maybe!"