Journey to Love. Part 16

Journey to Love Pt 16.

This is an erotic incest story of the love between two siblings separated as toddlers. Their reunion as adults and their journey into Love. Note: all sexual activity is between consenting adults over eighteen years of age.

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Sophie

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I woke the next morning wet, cold and sticky. Jack's soft penis was literally stuck to my hip. So I guessed we made love sometime in the darkness then fell back to sleep. The wet spot was big, so I also figured I had cum hard. I only hoped the mattress was not ruined. I giggled, Gerry was planning on sleeping in this spot tonight with his precious Sister.

It was so good to know that we were not alone in our illicit love. Others have walked this path. Even Toën, from another time and culture, knew the endearing love I felt for my brother who lay naked beside me.

Was this action of love as enduring as time itself? Adam and Eve started a family. If they were the first. The text that said Adam and Eve had other sons and daughters, could only imply that the very next generation was propagated between siblings. I giggled. Something the holier than thou church conveniently glosses over. Then think again after the flood. If not between brother and sister then at the very best first cousins. So if that was like this at the start, then I had no need to feel guilty.

So love between a brother and sister had its roots in the first roots. ( Note for non-Aussies, a root in Australia also means to fuck.) Logic aside, it was comforting to know we were not the first and would not be the last.

In my mind, I think I decided then and there that I would risk having children with my handsome brother. Craig and Rose appeared to be normal people. No two heads. The only problem for Toën is they are not in love. Well as far as she knew. Nor being honest with each other. Jillian and Gerry and their parents were at least that.

I guess Jack and I could make the excuse we did not grow up with each other, nor have the society conditioning that may have put the brakes on this. Daisy's brakes were pretty ineffectual. So like a gondola that brought together siblings in flights of sexual fantasy, this journey in Daisy was almost fated to do the same.

What secrets did Grandpa have? In fact, why did our father and mum separate? What were the irreconcilable differences? Why were they so great that they needed to keep a brother and sister from even knowing the other existed? Why were they so scared that such a drastic action was deemed necessary?

The people who loved us kept us apart from love. Did incest run in the family? Our Dad, Brad, was trying to do his best, but he left his son high and dry so many times. Sure it shaped my brother, my man, but at what cost? I did keep seeing the scars. But then I had scars too. A girl growing up without a Dad. A teenage girl needs a dad. A role model for the type of guy she should fall for. But then like father like son. Shit, no wonder girls fall for their brothers sometimes.

I know I had my uncles, Dave and Rob. They did their best to be role models for me. They were close to mum also. Always over to fix this or that. Babysitting me when Mum had to work. So it's not like I missed out. But why had they never married? They were great catches. I sometimes wondered if they were gay. But then there were never any other males in their lives. They both had their own houses, so they weren't living together.

I stopped to think. My mind just threw up a random spanner. If brothers and sisters could end up loving each other. Fuck, could brothers be the same? As in actually fucking love each other that way. Fucking being the operative word. Now I started to question everything I had been brought up thinking.

I looked down at my naked brother. They were his uncles too. He just didn't know them. Like not at all. Why, if they were so protective of me, did they allow Gramps to send us into the sunset unsupervised? Fuck did they even approve? Yet they happily waved us off. Neither did they act like any Dad would and give Jack a good hard talking too before we left.

I put my hand down and stroked my brother's soft penis. It started to respond and swell. I licked my fingers and added moisture to it to unstick it. Jack stirred.

I watched him stretch out.

"I love waking up with you, Sophie."

"Can you hold me?"

He curled me into his arms. Suddenly I was crying.

"What's wrong?"

"Just hold me."

After a few minutes, I said. "I've been awake a while, I've been thinking. Thinking about my family, about our family."

"Well, your family is the only family I have.

"It's just how will they react. Like what other secrets have they been keeping, especially if they were so committed to keeping you secret from me?"

"Wow, that's deep. No wonder you have tears. I try not to think about Dad and whatever distance I had from his family. As far as I know, he was an only child. But then he said his parents died before I was born."

"I think it was seeing Toën and her story and seeking life in a new world. Even after fifty years, her English is still stunted. But she made this her home. She had never been back. Her parents lost two children that day. Fuck they may not even know Hüng was killed.

But more than that, I want to know the truth."

I kept to myself the conviction I wanted to bear Jack's children even though we role-played it in making love yesterday. We are young, we have time. But the desire and need were there.

"You know Jack I'm sick of secrets. Look what they did to us. I want to be honest, not only with Grandpa but with Mum and my uncles."

"Our uncles. I haven't thought about this, but what if they get so pissed at me that they do me over. I agree but the cost could be great."

"Well, we walk away then, from everything. We go live in another state. We disappear, so long as I have you."

"But disappearing is only another excuse for lying. Lying to ourselves and others. I agree with you, Sophie. We have to be upfront so to speak."

"Wow, this is heavy for early morning, brother of mine. Please make love to me again. I need to feel your warmth surround me. I need to feel your seed in me."

"Allow me to empty my bladder, I'll be right back."

In the dawn light, I watched him slip out the door. Then slip back in to lie again beneath the sheets. He moved his body onto me. I felt the coolness of the night on his skin and the deeper warmth of his body radiate through to my core. My hands explored again the wonder of his flesh. Slowly I addressed his back, moving down his shoulder blades to feel the bumps of his spine all the way down to his tight buns. My hands luxuriated in their form as I pressed him into my groin. The top of his thighs were firm because he was taking some weight off my torso through his knees.

I rolled him sideways and felt them release their tension. Jack was now free to caress my body also. His hands moving over my softer flesh in light but firm mirroring of my own hands. I moved back up his outer thighs to pause at the sharp curve of his hip bone. Access now limited for my lower hand, I moved it the hold his head in the crook of my elbow and ran my fingers through his locks. Our eyes met and locked together in the early light, deep pools of love. Dark within the shadows of the fading night.

"I love you, Jack." My only words.

My other hand was free to feel. I followed the crease of his hip down to his groin the over it avoiding stopping on his now hard penile flesh that lay raised above his groin. But moved my hand under it. I sighed with him, as I felt his glans caress the back of my hand. But I moved up and away from the temptation to explore his stomach muscles and the abdominal six-pack, that formed just below the surface of his scant body fat. My fingers counted their number to assure themselves they were indeed six. Muscles that work so well in concert each time he had occasion to thrust into my softer body.

I was glad that my body was not so taut. That my flesh was feminine. It made a wonderful contrast to his. The Ying and Yang of our sibling world. His finger even now exploring my softness. I moved up to his ribcage and explored the curve of bone beneath his flesh. He had no man-boobs but nicely formed pecs that housed his nipples, hard to the touch of my palms. I traversed the hollow of his rising chest to feel its partner's hardness between my searching fingers. Squeezing lightly to send that shiver to his balls. I felt his penis jerk on my thighs and some coolness dribble onto my searching groin. My upper leg as if on its own volition moved to encase his thighs between my own and caress, as my hands had done, his shapely hips. Conscious of my actions now, I moved my leg to fall into the hollow of his waist and pulled him to me with my lower leg.

Delightfully, I felt his hardness nuzzle into my waiting groin, his balls now resting and rolling in their sack against my hardening clitoris. My hand ran up his shoulders to feel the form of his neck as it rose from the hollow of his shoulder. I spread my fingers to enjoy the meeting of his neck with his well-formed chin. The neck that turned his head to mine. I brought his lips to mine and we played with the fire within. Lips and tongues now dancing in our growing passion.

Jack's hand passed over my bum and then between it to free his manly throbbing cock and move it down to my waiting, gaping vagina. His gentle fingers parted my labia and brought his glans to my nest. As my hand urged him in his kiss, he pressed his head to mine, his penis surged forward and he slipped into my tight wetness. I felt him thrust into me, filling me. Satisfying my primal need to have my yearning ovaries pasted in cream. I felt my vagina release some fluids to lubricate their welcome invader. The only thing left now was to encourage my brother to dance within me. My hips thrust forward to begin the rhythm of our lovemaking.

His groan into my neck heralded our successful union. He met my thrusts with his. He rolled back on top of me and began to pump, in earnest. Now free, my two hands held the sides of his face which locked his eyes on mine. The sun was casting its dawn light into our room. I could now see the glint of love sparking through those pools of blue. Pools of love I fell into.

"I love you, Sophie. I love you more than my body can express."

He nuzzled my hand and I slipped two fingers into his mouth, in imitation of his cock within me. His thrusts grew more urgent. My body feeling this, moved toward my climax.

"Harder Jack, I want to feel you deep within."

Suddenly I tensed around him, those words released my need and I was cumming. Quietly at first, but then it built as he thrust harder and deeper. I could feel his release was soon. Still holding his head we screamed our release together. Then fell into a passionate kiss, as sperm and my girl juices mixed deep within my womb.

Jack rolled me onto him and took my limpet weight on his. Our kisses continued as we slipped back into satiated sleep.

Jack added two more checks to the list. We left it there for our hosts to find. I left a note of apology on the bed we left stripped bare, stating we would pay for a new mattress if needed. The sheets, just caked in love, were washed in the machine, along with sex-soaked towels.

We had a breakfast of bits of food left in the fridge. Cold pizza, reheated. This satisfied Jack's need for volume food.

This house was our love nest, our pre-honeymoon, honeymoon location. The place we took each other so many times. Our first, and well not the only times, as we did fuck on the Balloon. But this was our place of fulfilled love. It was hard to say goodbye. Always in our memories that later, would do their bidding to ward off moments of hardship and doubt.

Jack was feeling it too, like me he remained silent all the way into Canowindra. Cowra was only an hour's drive. So we decided to explore this town before we moved on.

Canowindra had a famous bushranger, Ben Hall and his gang, who held it up. Like not just a bank, but the whole town. But not for money or stuff. He herded them into the pub and threw a party. He made the town folk party for three days. He even paid for the cigars and alcohol. The town still had the classic old main street look with most of the old buildings preserved. Many of them now host craft and specialty shops, great for attracting tourists.

So we had fun window shopping and acting like the lovers we were. It was a change from swimming and sex. Or should that be sex then swimming? We found a nice coffee shop and had a light lunch.

"You know Jack, it will be so good to settle down and share a house with you."

"Yes, living out of a tiny suitcase is very limiting. But I get the sense you mean a bit more than that?"

"What do you mean?"

"I think you might be nesting."

I looked at my brother trying to read his eyes. They were easy to get lost in. Did he like the idea of me nesting?

"You could be right. I don't see the need to be unsettled when I have found the man I want to spend my whole life with."

"I find it hard to imagine what I thought I was going to be doing just a month ago. So yes, I do want to nest with you. But I don't think for guys it's nesting. More like building a future. Building the home, both physically and metaphysically. I have an urge to do things with my hands, to make."

I put my foot up into his groin and felt for his penis.

"Not just your hands, Jack. Do you want this to be making things also?"

He put his hand down and grabbed my foot. He pressed my sole into his growing hardness.

"This Sophie darling is reserved for your nesting instincts. But I think we need to get moving before I can't."

I paid because Jack had to keep his problem from being obvious. Back in Daisy, I drove.

We took the main road through to Cowra, given it was a short drive, although a main road, it was less busy and had few trucks. They did get a bit frustrated having to pull up behind a strange slow car, but generally, they were patient. That they were prepared to wave, and playfully toot horns, was an indication of our novelty on their journey.

I was also used to driving Daisy these days, but the biggest difference was we were no longer in a sweatbox. We had much less need to stop to air the canopy out. As we came into town some brown tourist signs came up on the left.

"Jack, what's a POW?"

"Either, a Batman punch, or a Prisoner of War. Where did that come from?"

"On the sign back there. "

I slowed down as another sign was coming up.

"POW breakout site, and Japanese Gardens, well I guess that's where we are heading, but why would we have prisoners of war so far from the action? It makes no sense." Jack said.

"Well, we find out tomorrow. Can I suggest a swim at the pool before we go to our motel?"

I think we had been spoilt this last week with our own house and pool. It was back to being more public. One of those problems I now face is which bikini to wear. I had acquired four different ones. Mind you, I preferred my birthday suit most, but that was the luxury of a private house, with a private pool. It came down to the original orange-red or the more revealing purple. I was more comfortable with the revolution starting one but was Cowra ready for it? Jack navigated us to the pool.

"I guess that answers my question, Jack."

"What question?"

"Which bikini to wear? Look at the flag pole."

"What the fuck! Awesome!"

There on the flag pole, some wag had flown a bright yellow flag with a purple bikini symbolically emblazoned on it.

"I guess Geurie is not that far away," I said as I pulled my swimming bag out of the back. "I had better check it's in here."

"Long live the revolution, let the puppies out to play I say," Jack yelped.

School was not yet out, but it must be soon for the regular pool invasion to happen. In the pool, there was quite a collection of young mums setting up family spots. They were all wearing revealing bikinis.

I went to the changing rooms with some pride and a lot less trepidation. Had I really changed that much from the shy teenager of a month ago? I felt brave in the company of people I trusted. In the ladies' change rooms, several young mums were chatting while they got changed.

"I'm not sure how my teenage boys will cope with my new bikini." One commented

"I wouldn't worry, their eyes will be everywhere."

"That's what worries me."

"Just count it as educative. If they lived in Bondi it would be normal. They will learn to cope."

Quietly I stood in the corner and slipped into my bikini.

"Wow girl, that looks like an original. Where did you get it?"

"Original what?" I asked. Even though I knew the answer.

"Revolution bikini, you look great in it. I've not seen you before. Where are you from?"

Just then another lady burst into the room all excited.

"Guess what's parked outside? The actual yellow revolution car?"

The group of ladies stopped and looked at me. There were about seven of them.

"Wait," the one who was just talking to me said, "you're Sophie, you must be."

I giggled, "I guess I can't keep it a secret then. Yes, I'm Sophie but how, what, what the?"

Suddenly I was in a crush of female boobs, some still changing. Flesh pressed all around me as someone yelled "Group hug."

"Ok, give the girl some space."

They backed off. I was left wondering about the merits of turning Lesbian.

"I can't believe it, you actually came."

"Came to what? We just turned up for a swim."

"Oh, you don't know?"

"Sorry, I'm very much in the dark here."

Again the ladies all chatted at once.

"You tell her Sue you're president."

"Well tonight," someone in the back started speaking, "we are having a fundraiser for the CWA, (Country Women's Association). The young ones are taking hold of their destiny.

We are also on a member drive, giving new blood to the old organisation. No longer crochet and cake stalls, we are going twenty-first century."

I giggled again. "You could crochet bikinis. Make it a competition or challenge. Most delicate, largest hook size, and most revealing. Bikini fashion parade."

"I love your thinking Sophie. You don't want to be on our committee do you?"

"As tempting as that is, we will be living near Albury, so no thanks. But what is happening tonight?"

"A big family pool night with BBQ. Our fellas are doing the cooking. Special entry fee, chook raffle, hubby for hire auction. Oh, and the new bikini fashion parade. The men are voting over the night. I hope you will stay."

"I have talk to Jack but yes. We will have to go and book into our motel but we will be back."

Finally, I made it out of there and dived into the water. Oops, my girls popped out. I tucked them back. Then I swam over to the lane Jack was swimming laps in.

I stopped him by grabbing his swimmers at the back. He was bare-bummed for a few seconds as he struggled to make sense of what just happened. I pulled him in for a cuddle and kiss.

"You took a while getting changed."

"I got mobbed in the change room, someone recognised the bikini and the car. Cuddle me and I'll tell you about it."

So we held close. I wrapped my legs around his waist as I updated him on events and plans for tonight. As we talked it was obvious we were the centre of attention, with stares and constantly being pointed out. There was excitement in the air.

"Well let's give you a chance to have a swim, then go book in. I think I might need to drain my balls before I come back though. I'm not sure I could prevent a boner with all that flesh on display."

"So long as it's me draining them I don't mind."

I did some laps. After all the attention it was nice to get lost in the rhythmical movement of my body through water. I was chuffed I could still swim, and do it reasonably. But mostly, I tried to forget about the revolution I had inadvertently started. I might as well join the CWA though. If I was to be a country woman. I liked the idea more and more as our trip progressed.

I pulled up next to Jack. "Time to go home I think I want to wrap myself in your arms for a while. As in take up your suggestion of draining your balls of your man spunk."

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Jack

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The accommodation was nothing to write home about. It had a good queen-sized bed and a big enough shower. But very much a small country town without the pizzazz of modernisation. But it was only for a few nights and I knew there was much better coming soon. Our next stop was Bathurst, I certainly knew why, as did every Australian boy. But I'm not sure Sophie had a clue.

I loved arranging our shack-up locations, or should I say shagging locations as they had now become. Bathurst would be fun, followed by some massively romantic locations, but this meant some forward planning to even get rooms.

I thought back to the pool, wow my sister had certainly started something. That pool was filling with hot bodies, and the local lads were almost queuing up so as not to miss out. Some spunk would fly tonight. Either into warm wet pussies or against the bathroom walls of the town. That said I needed to unload mine.

I noticed however that Sophie had gone into her quiet, insecure self. So I nuzzled up to her and wrapped her in my arms.

"Are you okay darling, we don't have to go back if you think its too much."

"But we do Jack. It's just a bit daunting."

"I get that. Turn around and let me love on my beautiful sexy sister."

I had an idea for tonight's lovemaking. But it will need to be delayed until tomorrow night, well mostly, but now was a perfect time to start. I was thinking about Japanese porn while I was swimming. It's so different. I think the Japanese culture does everything differently and sex is no exception.

On a surface level, it is all about the girl. It's more complex than that because it is also about subservience and dominance of older males. But that aside, the goal is to make the woman cum and cum often before the male ever gets his dick out, or for that matter gets naked. I sort of liked watching this stuff as it was great for edging. That is if I could find one that didn't have the lower genital areas pixelated out. Weird rules given the rest of the content.

So I figured tonight I would love on Sophie and bring her pleasure, before I approached my own needs. Therein lay the problem I did not have much time. The other goal of the Japanese man was to get her to squirt. Now I know I can do that for Sophie, but it was not appropriate for tonight.

Gently I lay her down, and accompanied by a lot of kissing, I gradually stripped her. Making sure to caress her skin, I avoided the breasts and labia for now. She tried to undress me.

"Not yet darling, this is about you. Stay still and enjoy it."

She groaned and sort of reluctantly let me have my way. That's the thing, there is a big element of reluctance in the Japanese process. The Japanese girl puts her arm over her eyes and behaves embarrassed. This was not Sophie at the moment, she was more impatient.

"Come on Jack, please just fuck me."

"No sweet sister, this will be slow."

I worked my way to her tits. Now the Japanese give a lot of nipple play, both male and female. They know the importance of the male nipple. Maybe it's the smaller breasts, but flicking nipples, pulling and tongue action is important. So I worked on my sister's.

Perhaps it is the subservient attitude that allows this extended play. Sophie was having none of that. She sat bolt upright, threw me on the bed and ripped my shorts down to my knees. Followed by immediately impaling herself on my ridged cock and fucking me like a banshee.

"What the fuck are you playing at Jack, fuck that's good. I need a quick fucking, not whatever you were doing."

She then pumped on me until she came in a massive wave. My own orgasm, which filled her with sperm, was lost in her violent spasms, all I knew was I came heaps.

"Okay, thanks Jack, now shower!"

She dragged me off the bed and into the shower.

"Wash and let's get back to the party."

"So you want to go now?"

"I always wanted to go, I feel honoured but not so self-assured. Fucking you was a good cure."

Then and there I decided arguing was futile. But I also realised I may have to show her some Japanese porn to explain what I was trying to do.

Back at the pool, our arrival was heralded with great joy. They insisted we drive Daisy into the pool grounds and park her for all to see.

Sophie wore her purple number to the pool. But I noticed she had a few more bikinis with her. I spent a lot of time talking to the guys about the car and helping young kids into the front seat to have a pretend ride.

The ladies wore an amazing variety of bikinis. Even the oversized big girls threw modesty aside and mostly fell out of the morsels of fabric they sported. There was liberation in the air. It was clear there was no real body type just bodies. The guys mostly wore board shorts but a few brave ones were in Budgie Smugglers. The guys on the BBQ wore coconut bikini tops and grass skirts.

It was interesting to note the social dynamics. The younger kids just carried on as if nothing was out of place. The tweenie boys huddled in groups, too embarrassed to do anything but hide behind sniggering hands and occasionally point out bikinis that stood out.

The tweenie girls walked around in small groups strutting their newly acquired modest bikinis that parents obviously consented they could wear.

The teen boys mainly had long baggy board shorts on. They were divided into three groups. The nerds and shy ones who kept away from the action but took everything in. The more adventurous who chatted to the girls walking past, but lacked the guts to have a real conversation. Then the last of the guys were the players. Obviously they were the alpha and popular boys who had at least one girl hanging off them.

The older girls sort of matched these boy groups. Some of the shy girls stayed close to the family picnic rug. Some just read a book, hoping the embarrassment of the night would finish. One group of girls sat in the shadows fully dressed in hoodies and refusing to have anything to do with the night.

Sophie came up to me and hugged me. Nodding to this group, quietly said, "That was me a month ago. I get how they feel."

As the night progressed small events took place raising money. The big bikini parade was coming up. Sophie grabbed our beach bag and headed into the girl's changing rooms. It was an event only for the adult participants over 18 years.

I noticed a guy about my age sitting on his own but talking to a pretty girl who looked like she could be a sister. She like Sophie was getting ready to parade. Once she left I walked up and introduced myself.

"Mind if I join you? My name's Jack."

"No worries, I know you're Jack, sorry that was a bit rude. I'm Mathew, Mat for short, one T."

I sat next to him on the grass.

"The girl you were talking to, was she your sister?"

I saw a flash of the familiar in his eyes, then a downcast guilty look. A feeling I knew too well.

"Older or younger?"

"Oh, older by four years. I'm nineteen, Sue is just twenty-three."

Again there was a winsome tone. I perceived some infatuation at least.

"Tell me about her Mat? She had on a very hot bikini, is that normal for her?"

"Hell no, but then she has been away at Uni, so maybe."

"As a brother does that worry you? Or do you feel protective of her?"

"How do you know I feel that?"

"I'm a brother too. So, I don't mean to put you on the spot, so please tell me to bugger off if I'm overstepping the mark here. But I perceive you sort of love her."

"Of course, I love her, as a sister."

"I mean as more than a sister?"

This was met by silence. He glanced down, embarrassed but by no means stopping my line of enquiry.

"I know it's wrong Jack, but I can't help it."

"I get it, I really do. I love my sister more than I should also."

Well, his head turned so fast to look at me in the eyes for the first time.

"No kidding, really. I thought I was the only one. Like I'm weird and mad. It's so wrong".

"Perhaps we need to talk later once the parade is done."

We had all been given a slip of paper with three lines and categories: The sexiest, bravest, and most desirable while still modest. The adult guys were to judge. The girls came out of the changing room one at a time holding a number.

Mat and I exchanged comments along general lines and muted approvals, but when one brunet came out in a black bikini Mat fell silent. He was stunned and mouth open. Her bikini was a thin satin silky material. Her nipples were hard and clear. It was a string bikini, obviously smaller than her normal as there was a lot of new white flesh.

"Fuck."

"Your sister Mat?"

"Fuck, I never knew she had that one."

"She is hot Mat. No wonder you are having guilty feelings." I looked down, Mat was sporting a sizable boner.

"I get it Mat, sisters are not supposed to be so hot."

"I'm going to hell then. Shit, I thought I had a wanking problem before. How the fuck can I stop after this."

"I think the thing it is to not feel guilty, or that you're to blame. You can't help who you get hard for."

"Yes, but sisters are out of bounds."

Suddenly a hush fell on the crowd. I'm not sure how many girls we missed in our conversation, but the girl that came out next was my sister Sophie. Fuck she was wearing the tiny yellow bikini and waving her purple bikini top, which had become a symbol of the movement, above her head.

You could hear the proverbial pin drop. I leant forward and whispered in Mat's ear.

"I know how you feel, that's my sister."

He just looked at me.

"Yes, and I'm fucking her."

Tears appeared in his eyes. He followed her movement back into the shed, and the crowd erupted in a roar. A massive standing ovation, for those who were not too worried about their hard-ons that is.

"Mat, please keep what I told you a massive secret, not many people know. We pretend we are married."

"Fuck I have so many questions."

"I know, so maybe we can catch up before we leave town. Happy to help you if I can. But if that doesn't happen please know this. Love breaks all boundaries, all things are possible. It will depend on Sue's feelings."

Just then Sue came to talk to her brother.

"I hope that didn't break you Mat," She giggled.

Mat's eyes were having trouble knowing where to look. "

"Fuck Sis, sorry, you are hot. Bugger it, shit."

He went bright red. She flushed pink but looked at him with that look Sophie always gave me. The I love you look.

"Sorry, Sue, this is Jack, Sophie's..."

"Husband, good to meet you," I cut in.

"Wow Jack, that bikini Sophie wore, I thought I was being brave."

"Well between the three of us. Two guys here certainly were blown away by how you look. Your poor brother still doesn't know where to look."

Sue walked up to her brother and stood in front of him. She sort of tussled his hair but I swear she almost buried her pussy in his face. I know I could smell her sex juices from where I was.

"Oh is my wittle brother having trouble with his sexy sister's new swimsuit?"

"Don't be too hard on him. You already broke the poor man."

Mat was just splattering incoherently.

"I think I had better leave him alone, I want to get a chance to talk to Sophie before she goes."

"Sue," I said, "and Mat, promise me one thing, can you two have a talk tonight, before you go to bed, about what just happened here."

Mat looked at me and just nodded a fraction. Sue looked more puzzled at first but said, "Yes I think it's overdue."

Mat watched his big sister walk away. She had a little extra sway to her hips. He then looked at me.

"Thanks, Jack, but now what the hell do I say?"

"Just tell her the truth. I saw the look in her eyes, she was really into you. She also made sure you got a real close-up view of that bikini."

"You're right. Jack she was wet! As in turned on wet."

"I know I could smell her from here. If she didn't want you to know that, there is no way she would have thrust her pussy in your face. She wants you to know."

"So what do I say."

"Just tell her you love her, but more than as a brother. That you can't get her out of your head no matter how hard you have tried. Tell her you are sorry, that you lust after her, and you will try harder not to."

"So what if she rejects me?"

"That's the thing if she does it will help you to put her behind you, or, and from what just saw more likely, she will confess the hots for you also. It's a win-win either way. Although one will be a hard route to go down. You are already on that route. So roll the dice.

The results of the bikini challenge were about to be announced. So we stood and moved over to join the crowd. The brave award went to one of the super-sized ladies. She was obviously well out of her comfort zone, but a fun person and much loved in the district.

The modesty award went to a short slight person who wore a black rubber one-piece with a variety of openings that showed nothing but hinted at everything.

I shouldn't have been surprised when Sophie was announced as the sexiest bikini winner. I could tell she was very turned on as she walked up in the yellow triangles to accept the award.

She stepped up to the microphone.

"Thanks for your vote guys. But, I would like to decline the award. I know I started this revolution with one brave, and maybe in hindsight foolish, rebellion. I couldn't have done it without my hubby, who stood up for me when I was threatened with being kicked out of a country swimming pool. But this award needs to go to one of these very sexy local girls who have bravely joined the movement. You all look so sexy. Please can you let us know who was the runner-up.

A name was announced and a dark-skinned girl in a very sexy leopard-skin bikini stepped up to the podium. Hoots and cheers erupted for the local girl. Sophie hugged her and handed over the prize.

"That's some sister you have Jack, Mat said quietly to me."

"I know, I'm so proud of her. Can we exchange phone numbers? Please let me know how it goes, even, and especially if it doesn't go well."

Just then Sophie walked up to us talking with Sue.

We sat together and chatted, waiting for the hire a hubby auction. But they didn't need to be hubbies.

"Did you put your name down Mat?" I asked.

"Sort of, Sue insisted I did."

"Good move Sue," Soph commented.

The Auction was fun. Often the wives bid high for their hubbies to take them off the market. Eventually, Mat's name came up. Mat made his way to the stage. Bidding was quite brisk. Apparently, he was the popular quiet guy. The bid was at a hundred and twenty dollars when Sue yelled out two hundred dollars.

The tactic worked, she won her brother.

Someone yelled, "Yuck who wants a brother?"

Sue replied, "Sisters revenge, Mat won't know what hit him."

Everyone laughed.

"Don't worry Mat, I will try to make it as pleasurable as I can," Sue whispered to him when he got back.

With that, the night continued to rage on. A lot of the families left to get the kids to bed. Sophie and I decided to call it a night. We said goodbye to our new friends and let the organisers know we needed to drive Daisy out of the grounds. Our departure was announced and everyone formed a guard of honour at the gate and cheered as we drove away.

"Well so much for quietly going about this challenge," I said.

"Jack, do you think our being siblings will eventually be known?"

"I hope not. But let me tell you about Mat and Sue."

I spent the short journey to the hotel filling my sister in on the siblings.

"You know Jack, until I heard the person in the crowd comment on Sue being her brother, I thought she was a girlfriend. She certainly has the hots for him."

"That's how I read her also. I think Mat will be presently surprised by the outcome of their talk."

Back at the Motel Sophie realised she still had her reveal-all bikini on. She suddenly went shy.

"Jack, can you make sure no one is around as I slip into our room?"

"I get it. You know, I really like the shy you. It's so sweet."

In the room, she flung herself at me. She was shaking, I think the adrenaline had worn off. We kissed for a while. I certainly enjoyed the yellow bikini.

"Jack what were you trying to do earlier tonight? I kind of cut you short and fucked you".

"I had an idea I wanted to try. You know that tomorrow we are going to the Japanese Gardens."

"Yes."

"Well, the Japanese do things very differently. Not only in gardens and architecture but in the bedroom. Like Japanese porn is so different."

"How so?"

"Well on the surface it looks like all the focus is getting the girl off, many times. Lots of tongue, fingers and caressing. If she can squirt all the better. "

"Sounds great, western guys could learn a lot from what I hear."

"Yes, but, underneath there are signs of male domination and female subservience. Japanese girls are easily embarrassed and very shy. It's common to see a girl covering her eyes with her arm. She will turn her head in embarrassment or even shame, rarely is there direct eye contact with the guy."

"That is different."

"I think it's the way they are bought up and the male patrimony. But then it is her pleasure first, then he will stick it in and fuck her. Missionary is certainly the dominant position.

"Also No certainly does not mean no. Well her no is always ignored, but I'm not sure it translates across culture. She is or appears to be a willing partner. So maybe the word no doesn't translate as stop, or I don't want it. Maybe it's more like our 'oh no,' which we might use like 'oh oh here it comes', our 'oh no, yes!' but I'm not sure, this is only inference and conjecture from watching Jap porn. I'm not sure an expert, just a young guy learning from these masters of making girls cum."

"Well Jack, you have learnt bloody well. God, I love your tongue. You certainly look after my needs ahead of your own. I think I would like to see some."

"I can put some on my phone. We can watch together."

Sophie snuggled into me. "Yes please."

"It is hard to find uncensored Jap porn but I had a few shortcuts to get there. I always use private browsing on my phones and computers, that way I don't get spam and advertising on my normal feeds. I found this out the hard way while staying at a relative's house. I've never been so embarrassed in my life. I was grounded from all screens as well.

I found a video and played it.

"It's too small Jack I can't see any action. Can you screencast it to the TV? "

"Okay, I'll try."

It took a bit, but soon the porn was showing in big detail. We turned the sound down so that the rooms next door could not hear the porn. It was in Japanese with English subtitles.

I was uncomfortable at first. I have only ever watched porn on my own. It was a new sensation to be sharing it. I was hard as a rock. My sister had her hand in my swimmers holding me but I could tell she was more gobsmacked by what she was seeing.

When the first video ended, I chose a seventeen-minute one, Sophie commented.

"I get what you mean. Weird and bloody exciting. Fuck I'm turned on but I want to keep watching."

........

Sophie

.........

Jack put another one on. I didn't know so many things could be done to a girl. Although I recognised so many things Jack did to me.

"How the hell can they just lie there and take it? It's like they are in neutral and the guy's her slave."

I watched with fascination. All sorts of questions were raised. I'm sure a lot of the 'wam-bam thank you mam' set of the Western males would get a big fat failing grade in Japanese sexual scorecards. It was like, how rude they are to just stick it in and cum without getting the girl there.

Jack was right these men were masters of the female body. Like everything in Japanese culture, aim for perfection. I noticed something also.

"Jack, do Japanese men all have small dicks. You are way bigger than them."

"Maybe that's why I like Jap porn darling, it's good for my ego. But I do think the Asian men's penis size is why the average is just below six inches."

"And why African men, who have whoppers, are the exceptions that break the rule.."

"More Asians than Africans in the world I guess."

"Mind you, I think Japanese girls might not be as big inside either. White guy cocks must be huge in comparison."

We watched some more without comment. Jack flicked between a few videos as well, so we could make some judgements about what we were talking about. While our analysis was not a total turn-off, it helped keep our need to fuck in check.

"I wonder if Asian guys have developed the art of female stimulation to make up for the fact they are smaller. I mean, fuck, I would have an hour of that stimulation over a quick fuck on a big dick, but then be left high and dry without cumming."

"It's getting late Sophie, but can I suggest tomorrow night, we put on a slow video and I do to you what is done to the girl at the same time."

"I would love that, my big brother, my sex dildo. Not that I have ever used a dildo before."

Jack turned off the phone and TV.

"Toilet, teeth and bed beautiful. Then I'll give you my aching cock to ride."

We flirted over the teeth cleaning. It was still a thing we did. My yellow bikini, which I still had on was so wet in the crotch. But then it had been for hours. Jack stood behind me and untied it. Then he took the fabric and rubbed it into his nose smelling me. Finally, he put it in his mouth.

"Yuck," he spat it out. "Toothpaste does not go well with pussy juice."

He washed it for me in the sink with some motel shampoo. Then hung it over the towel rail to dry.

"Time for some love big brother. Wow, you really are big."

"Well, a billion Asian girls probably agree. So I should be happy."

We settled on the bed and kissed. Jack was about to put his fat cock in me. I was so wet and ready. Essentially we had had a few hours of edging and foreplay.

"Can you do it like that scene where he took her from behind, on their side? I want you to play with my nipples and reach our union while you fuck me."

"Yes, I love that position. But maybe because it's great for the camera, without needing gymnastics."

I giggled as we quickly settled into position. I tucked his glans into location and he slipped home. Very soon he was playing with my nipples as he slowly thrust into me.

"Fuck Jack I won't last, yes, like that."

I could feel the ripples start and work through to my vagina from my nipples. He increased his speed just a bit, and that did it, I came and came hard. His upper hand travelled slowly down my body. I knew where it was going. The slow tease kept my climax going. His hand cupped my mons and he put pressure on my abdomen.

"Fuck Sophie, I can feel my cock pressing through your skin. It must be this angle."

He felt some more, then took my hand and replaced his with it.

"Fuck that's hot. I can feel the head on my palm. It's deep but definitely, it's your head I'm feeling. When you go shallower you push into the back of my clit, fuck. Harder Jack, let me feel you pump."

Jack continued to press my hand down as his fingers hit my clit.

"I'm coming again. Cum in me Jack."

With that, Jack groaned and thrust hard. I know I couldn't feel it on the outside but on the inside, I felt the hot gush of his sperm fill my spaces as his penis swelled larger. I definitely felt that on the outside.

"Just stay in me, Jack. I want to fall asleep like this."

"Thank you Sophie that was amazing. You did squirt."

"Lucky we always put a towel down these days."

With that, and Jack's tender caresses, we both fell into a deep sleep.

Early in the morning we unstuck ourselves and crawled into the shower, metaphorically speaking. Then we went back to bed, fresh and holding each other as was our norm.

When we woke it was past nine am. We dressed and headed to the dining room for late cooked breakfast.

Over breakfast, we discussed our day. Breakout site first. Lunch at the Japanese gardens then home for some serious love-making, Japanese style.

I had an outfit to wear today to surprise Jack with. I needed to decide if it should be sans underwear. I asked Jack.

"Well sight unseen I can't tell, but the breakout site, I think, is a war memorial of some sort, so perhaps with. Also, we need to talk with Grandpa. We don't want him to get a heart attack before when we finish this trip. I would like to avoid that after also."

"Like us telling him we are in love and going to live together."

"Yes, that too." I was playing with my rings unconsciously.

"Sophie, we need to make sure we take off our rings before we go on camera."

"Fuck Jack I think I stuffed up, I didn't do that on the balloon."

Jack's face dropped. "Not just you, me too."

"Have these wedding rings been on before that? Like Dubbo."

"Hopefully as Grandpa is a guy he may not have noticed. Also lucky it was not recorded but live."

We went back to our room to get changed. I made Jack wait in the main room while I robed up in the bathroom. I did my hair appropriate to the outfit and put a few bright fabric flowers in it that I purchased at the same time.

"Ready Jack," I called and came out.

"Holy fuck! Wow, that is hot, so sexy. I didn't know you could up it a level from what I've seen already. I can see your almost naked body right through the fabric in the right light."

I opened the door to the outside so I was very backlit in the harsh Australian summer light. The outfit was made up of a pair of muslin pleated pants, loose and free-flowing from a drawstring waist. The top was of cheesecloth, with a pleated back panel but the front had a bodice of loose fabric with a square cut neckline and slightly puffy sleeves at the shoulders but open and wide mid-forearm. The fabric was a bleached bright white in both articles.

"Wow, oh perfect, that white bikini is wow, so sexy but covering everything." Jack was drooling.

The drive to the breakout site was very short. There was a hill with many paths both for cars and walks, but the breakout site itself was on a gently sloping open field. Through the paddock were scattered remnants of old buildings, now really just concrete slabs. But there was plenty of signage and memorials at the car park end.

As we got out of the car and proceeded to walk to the memorials an audio commentary started up. It scared us both a bit. In silence, we listened.

"Did you know any of that Jack?"

"No, crap that's significant. Three hundred Japanese soldiers actually broke out of the prison camp in one big rush."

In silence, we walked the paths around the information signs.

"But not just Japanese Sophie, come and read this. Before the Japanese were sent here it was Italian and Germans. They even were allowed to work on farms, and they became a part of the community."

"Maybe the beginnings of a multicultural Australia we now have. Many came back after the war to live. Some even married local girls."

"But not the Japanese Sophie. They were so ashamed to be prisoners, that many escaped so they could have an honourable death. Many committed suicide as soon as they were free."

"A different side to the males we saw on the videos."

"Yes but maybe honour goes deeply in this culture in ways we Westerners could never understand. Even now seventy years later."

We wandered down to the centre of the old camp. It was very hot and the dry heat was stifling.

"Imagine being a prisoner from Japan here." I said. " coping with this dry heat.

We turned in silence and walked back up to Daisy. Jack dropped back a bit when we were almost there. I giggled I knew he was checking me out.

"Let me get a photo, Sis."

I was delighted and struck some poses for him. Jack was groaning in appreciation.

"I think we had better ring Grandpa before your bikini gets more transparent."

"What?"

"You are sweating in the heat, it's changing the fabric."

"Firstly not sweating, glistening, secondly, fuck is it bad?"

"Well, we may need to do the Video call sooner than later."

So we chose a spot where it was clear where we were and took a snap to send. Then we went to Daisy to grab a cool drink.

We were resting on Daisy in the shade when Grandpa video called us.

"So you made it to Cowra Joy, who is that fellow with you? I could be getting jealous you know."

"Grandpa it's me, Sophie, and Jack."

Grandpa was silent for a while. "Yes, oh, I suppose it is."

"Are you alright Grandpa?" Jack was clearly concerned.

"Sorry yes, it's just.... you are Joy.. are you not?"

"Who is Joy, Grandpa?"

"My Joy? Oh yes your Grandma, you look just like her."

"Was Grandma's name Joy?"

"Yes, Joy Gay Daniels, oh I loved her..... So who is the fella, if he hurts you I will rough him up for you my sweetheart Joy?"

"I'm Sophie Grandpa, this is my brother Jack."

"Oh, so it is. Is it going well, Jack?"

"Yes Grandpa, very well. We are off to the Japanese Garden next, we will have lunch there at the restaurant."

"That's good. Look after Joy for me and bring her back safe to me soon."

"I will Grandpa, but why do you keep thinking she is Joy?"

Grandpa stopped again. A haze went over his eyes. Then he shook his head.

" Sunbury Music Festival. Joy and I went. She was dressed almost the same. We were real hippies that week."

Then he chuckled, "Except she was naked under her clothes. I could see right through in the right light. We were very randy that week. Free love and all that stuff."

He giggled again, "Oh and the weed. High as bloody kites."

"Grandpa really," I exclaimed.

"Really Joy, such a beautiful sexy body you have.... I had better go, I'm a bit confused."

With that, Grandpa hung up.

"Shit," Jack said, "that was weird. I'm not sure Grandpa is alright."

"I guess I reminded him of a trip to some festival with Grandma. Do you think I look like her?"

"You must, to think Grandma was a hippy and naked under a similar outfit."

"Is that getting you hard Jack?"

"No Sophie, but I reckon Gramps may have been hard."

"So blood to the little head causing confusion. But seriously Jack, that was weird."

"I agree, let's check in with him later in the day. Just to be sure."

With that agreed, we got back into Daisy and headed to the Gardens.

.......

Jack

.......

Could it have just been the outfit? Was Grandpa getting Dementia? Or has he got it, but we had not been told? Or was it worse, something misfired in his brain? Whatever it was I was worried. We still had a long way to go before we got home. I could see Sophie was quiet. Definitely discombobulated by the incident. I like that word, it was the word of the term for my year Twelve group.

The Japanese Gardens looked in amazing condition. It was not a memorial but a gift to Australia as a sign of friendship post-WWII. We walked around the gift shop but decided to eat at the restaurant before going in.

Strangely the food was not Japanese but a standard lunch menu, not upmarket but still classy. I was looking at my sexy sister as we waited for our food.

"It's funny Sophie, that conversation with Grandpa has certainly coloured how I'm seeing you at the moment."

"Yes, I get it. It's also how I'm thinking of Grandpa, you must have got your sexy stud genes from him."

"And you, your looks from Grandma. But did you really look like her? I wonder if he has photos."

"You just want to see Grandma's tits."

"No! Shit, I didn't mean it like that, but it's very hard to think that Grandma was a hippy, no less Grandpa."

"They must have been fucking Jack, did you see the look on his face. Very like the look you have, after I fuck you. Dreamy cute and starry-eyed. See you're doing it now."

"Maybe it's me still not able to believe I'm fucking my incredibly sexy sister."

Lunch was delicious. It was now time to explore the gardens. As we entered the gardens there were toilets to the left, so we both took the opportunity to go. Of course, I finished first, so I sat on the lawn with some ducks while I waited. Being careful not to sit in the duck poo that is.

It was another moment to hold my breath and go rock hard in an instant. Sophie came out having taken off the bikini. She was now clearly naked, if still somewhat covered, underneath the outfit.

"Fuck Grandpa must have been hard all festival." I groaned.

I stood up and adjusted my penis to be facing north. Then I closed the gap between us and hugged my sister. In that position, I looked around to check how many people were in the park. There were a few but they were scattered around the paths.

"You're not worried are you Jack? Should I go back and put it back on?" I could sense the insecure Sophie surface.

"No, but fuck, that is so sexy. I may not go down this afternoon."

"Concentrate on the gardens, but get photos, I want to see."

We ambled up the path. It was a beautiful garden with a deliberate scene or setting at every turn and direction. The trees were all shaped but looked like sculptures in that bonsai manner. There were also themed areas. We came to the Koi Pond with its bridge.

"Time to take photos, Sophie. Model but look natural."

I got busy snapping shots. Fuck her arse was amazing, tantalisingly visible through the fabric. It was like shutters of vision, winking open and closing, as the fabric flowed around her buttocks. I could feel my penis leaking in anticipation.

"Your nipples Sis, are so hard. Stand on the bridge and pull your shoulders and head back."

Her hair, now more sun-bleached, fell into the air behind her as her breasts pushed out. The shot was different on both sides. Backlit she was almost naked and front-on the sun caused shadows in the veil of the fabric. Some people were coming up the path so Sophie quickly lay on her belly on the wooden bridge looking over at the fish. This did render most of the views null and void, but it left her butt clearly without a panty line.

Good strategy. Not. It meant the people had to step over her. Plus being a fish pond, of course, they stayed to look. I could tell that was not the only thing being spied on at that moment.

"Sophie you had better sit up."

I sat next to her and whispered, "Like me."

I dangled my feet over the bridge, put my chest against the bottom railing and looked over at the fish. Sophie got the idea and in that moment she was finally fully covered. But not before giving the visitors some mighty sexy views. We waited it out. My cock was still rock hard and my shorts were getting wet in the obvious places.

The others moved on, so we stood and followed at a distance behind. Above us to our left were some large granite boulders, carefully arranged to look natural with some terrific gum trees making the area a more Australian section, but still with the Japanese design look.

"Can we walk on the grass, Sophie?"

"I've not seen anything that says we can't."

"Well follow me, but naturally. I'm looking out for possible video surveillance cameras."

Sophie giggled, "Yes please Jack. I am so wet."

As we went, we saw a few places with sheltered nooks. But we continued up until I saw the perfect spot. A large boulder overhung by a gum. There was grass underfoot but a small private space. We kissed. As we did I looked up in the canopy checking.

"I think it's all clear," I whispered.

I turned Sophie so she was pressed front forward over the curve of the rock. I just had to get to that sexy bottom, so I pulled her pants down enough for Sophie to spread her legs a little. The thigh gap was delightful and her juices dribbled down her legs.

"Hurry up Jack? I'm so ready."

I pushed my shorts down. They dropped to my ankles. Fuck I didn't mean that, but neither did I want them soaked if Sophie squirted.

I closed the gap and lubricated my dripping cock on her crease, then in one movement thrust into the hilt.

"Fuck yes Jack, fuck I'm gonna cum."

I got the hint and drove deep and fast. I could feel the resistance of the boulder against my sister's body as I drove her in lust into it. As I rutted I could feel her body lifting with each thrust.

"Fuck, Jack my feet are no longer on the ground, fuck me.... shit, cumming, fuck yes, more harder."

I put my hand over her mouth to keep her quieter. Then I felt her body quake.

She screamed into my hand and I grunted my release with her, I latched on to the back of her neck with my mouth to smother my sounds.

Then I pulled out and wanked the remaining blast of cum onto the rock next to her.

I pulled my strides up and reached down to cover Sophie's nakedness. She promptly pulled them down again and started shovelling my sperm into her mouth as it dripped from her. She dropped to her knees and released my cock to clean it up properly. I looked down in wonder at my Sister. Then at the rock painted wet with her cum juices and dripping with my sperm next to it.

"Awesome Jack," Sophie hugged me and we kissed.

Make sure you get a photo of our graffiti Jack. Wait a minute Jack, then you go that way and I'll go this way. Meet you at the creek.

As if nothing happened Sophie casually disappeared around the rock. I pretended to be photographing the garden but included some close-ups of our cum. I had seen on YouTube that moss grows on yogurt if put on rocks. I wondered if we would have our own moss garden in this shady spot in the future.

I found Sophie sitting by the creek next to the melodic bamboo drum that gathered water and spilt it down the creek when full. I got some more photos.

Come here, Jack?

I did and received a hand full of water right down my swimmers.

"Minx."

Sophie giggled, "Your shorts were so soaked in my juices, disguise."

"Great idea!"

I splashed her in return. We didn't quite have a water fight but we did get our nether regions wet. Then she tackled me and we rolled across the grass trying to tickle each other.

The water was ok for me, but all it did was plaster Sophie's muslin trousers to her bare mound. Thus making them more transparent than before.

"Oh my god Jack."

"How about we sit over there, we'll lay down, and put our bits in the sun. It's so hot and dry they might dry out quickly."

"True the fabric is so light."

So we found a spot well off the track and lay in each other's arms. Our heads in the shade and our groins in the sun. I was tenting a bit again. But only because the view of Sophie was so erotic.

We chatted for a while. Still around Grandpa.

"We should ring Sophie."

"Talking about ring we fucking forgot again. Take them off, I'll put them in my bag."

We did. We still had the beginning of a ring band as our hands had tanned.

"Are you dry enough Sophie?"

"I am if we keep the Camera up here."

So we sat together, probably too close but we were videoing together.

This should test if he still thinks I'm Grandma."

We rang on video chat, it took a little while but Grandpa picked up after a few minutes.

"Oh, didn't I just speak to you?"

"Well three hours ago."

"Was it that long ago? I must have been napping in my chair."

Grandpa stopped and did a double-take.

"I'm confused again, you look like Joy."

"No Grandpa it's Sophie and Jack."

"Fuck you have nice breasts."

Sophie went bright red.

"She does Grandpa' but you shouldn't be looking."

"Neither should you Jack, but I can't blame you if you do."

"Are you sure you're not Joy?"

"Yes, Grandpa."

Well if you are Joy, lower your camera a bit but if you're my granddaughter you had better raise it up. I'm getting, well. Let's just say I'm thinking of Sunbury."

"I think I need to look-up this Sunbury festival."

"Oh, it was Australia's Woodstock."

Grandpa paused. "I got umm... Joy pregnant, with your mother. Bloody good thing too. It meant I got to keep her, even if the family disowned us. "

"Mum or Grandma?"

"Both."

"So how are you feeling."

"Well, now you mention it a bit woosie. Had a devil of a time getting out of this rocker. But not sure."

"Do we need to get you some help?"

"I don't think so. I'm good."

But I could see the doubt on his face.

"Well, you travel well. I think you know what you need to do in Bathurst Jack. But watch that sister of yours closely. Bloody sexy thing in that outfit."

"Surely you mean not to watch her too closely."

"Yes, umm that too. I wish you were Joy, Sophie. But get back here in one piece."

"Ok bye, we love you, Grandpa."

With that, we hung up.

"Sophie, that getting out of the chair is not normal, can you ring Deborah."

"I was thinking the same. But phone only, no video."

She pointed to her boobs that were visible through her top. Sophie rang and I joined her on speaker.

"Where are you, Mum?"

"In Melbourne with my Brothers."

"Fuck."

"Language Sophie, what's up."

"It's Grandpa, we don't think he is right."

"What about?"

"Not that right, unwell, somethings happened."

I cut in, "I think it could even be a stroke."

We went through some details, leaving out the clothing details. But getting stuck in his chair was unusual.

"Ok, I'll, get up there straight away. I'll leave within the hour but I'll get a neighbour to drop in, it will still take me four hours."

"Well' let us know if anything develops."

"Now you two, don't worry, keep on with your trip. I'll ring you tomorrow with an update. I'm sure it's probably ok. He was talking alright?"

"Yes clearly."

"No slurring?"

"No, but plenty of confusion."

"Probably not a stroke then."

"But he was very muddled, living in the past more than the present at times. Kept calling me Joy."

"Well darling, you look so like my mother did at that age. I'm not surprised he got confused."

"Grandpa said Sophie reminded him of Sunbury, not that we really know what that was."

"Wow, that's special. It was a special event for my parents. Look I may want to fill you in on a bit, but it will have to wait. I need to get moving."

"Travel safe Mum," I said.

"Jack........ fuck you just made me cry."

"What?"

"I've not heard that word from your mouth since you were two. God, I miss you."

There was silence followed by some distant sound of sobbing, then that dreaded click.

Sophie snuggled into me.

"She loves you Jack. Deeply loves you".

"I get it, but then I don't. But I'm glad I said it."

"I love you, Jack."

"I love you, Sophie."

We must have dozed off on the lawn, it was so quiet and peaceful. We woke an hour later, I was dreaming about twin sisters Sophie and Joy, at a music concert. That was weird. I realised I needed to go wee, so I peeled Sophie from me and walked to the facilities. I groaned as I rearranged my hardened penis. Imagine servicing two sisters at once. First, fucking boys wet dream. Second, I would be so shagged out I would be good for nothing. I decided one was enough.

I returned and kissed Sophie awake.

"Nice way to wake up bro."

"My pleasure."

We quietly continued our exploration of the Gardens. In one corner was a traditional Japanese house. I carried my sister over the threshold.

"Jack, no, security cameras," Sophie whispered in my ear.

"It would be a good place for our activities tonight. Pity we can't get back in."

The house and rooms were small and by our standards, austere.

"These tatami mats must be hard."

"I can't imagine sleeping on them."

"They do roll out thin beds as well. Our beds these days are so focused on comfort and support. I think we forget that in the history of humanity, what we do is so abnormal."

"Different culture, different culture. Very thin walls, definitely not soundproof."

"No wonder there is a culture of quiet cumming. Everyone in the house must know that rumpy-pumpy is going on."

"Jack, can I take a rain check on the extended playtime tonight? I'm sorry but my mind is worried about Grandpa. I don't think I can put that aside so I could enjoy a long cummy session."

"I get that Sister darling. He has been on my mind a lot also."

"I just want to curl up in your arms. Watch a movie together and make gentle love if we feel like it."

That's what we did. A nice restaurant meal for dinner, then a movie. Yes, we made love before we went to sleep. But it was a quiet fulfilment of our romantic needs.

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Thanks for continuing to read what has become an epic. A reader posed an interesting question. Is there too much sex? Granted he had just read two chapters built around the honeymoon, their first complete sexual explorations. But what do you think, dear readers?

I try to put one big sex scene early on in a chapter plus one at the end. But as the chapters get longer, sex does pop up as they go along. It's about balance, but it's also about keeping it spicy. Let me know what you like? Also what your favourite sex scene is in any particular chapter?

What would you like to see that I haven't included? I'm still writing this and am also keen to get started on the side stories, so lots in the planning.