Sister Teaches Brother...

My sister, Emily, named after the world renown, Emily Pankhurst, was born ten years before me. She was a constant disappointment to my parents, who were both acclaimed surgeons. Despite their DNA, she struggled at school, didn't even make college, never mind university. When she left school, the qualifications she brought with her, shamed the family. My mother wept, my father raged, but it did no good, Emily was not, and never would be, academic.

I didn't care, I loved her and stayed by her side on many occasions as my father berated her. I cried when she turned eighteen and used the hundred thousand pounds my grandmother gave her, to travel the world.

I, on the other hand, are my parent's pride and joy. My legend begins at the age of eight, when I found my sisters school maths folder, with the previous years exam paper she had to do for her homework. I filled it in; she handed it over as her own work. When it showed a ninety-nine-point four percent accuracy, her school assumed she had copied the previous years answers. When it came out that I'd done the work, life changed dramatically.

I was pulled out of school and set before a multitude of academics who took over my education. They were all astonished that I was able to soak up all the knowledge with ease and did all they could so I could take advantage of my skills.

At fifteen I had four patents registered that made me a small fortune, by the time I was eighteen, I had increased this to a large fortune each year. But then I grew bored with technology. I spent millions buying a penthouse on the top of a nineteen floor, luxury complex, in the middle of the city, then kitted it out with everything I would ever need and a computer system I designed and built myself.

On a whim, my attention shifted to penny shares. A not so well-known part of the stock market, where shares in new companies could literally be bought for pennies. Deciding to concentrate on medical research, I bought shares in one hundred companies for a thousand pounds each. I simply blanket booked from a long list of companies.

Three days later, Axel, my computer, alerted me to a company I'd invested in, Fracture Ltd, who'd just patented a medical sleeve that would help repair broken limbs. This success brought them to the attention of bigger companies, who began a war to buy them out. The winner paid seventy million, my share was seven hundred thousand.

This success went to my head; I became obsessed and rarely stepped outside my luxury accommodation. As time slipped by my parents became worried. I would talk to them on the phone but wouldn't visit or meet them anywhere. I made excuses why they couldn't come and then simply ignored them.

Essentially, I had left school at eight, I had no friends or colleagues. I'd hardly spoken to anyone that wasn't teaching me, for twelve years. At twenty, I had earned more money than I could possibly spend in three lifetimes, yet I was a hermit, obsessed with making money.

I knew I was depressed but didn't have a clue what to do about it. One night, as I peered at the vast city below me, I considered ending my pain and leap to my death.

Three days later, as my pain increased, I answered the phone to the security downstairs. They were under strict instruction not to allow anyone visit me. I heard a woman's voice screaming and swearing at them. The guard was more stressed than me and practically begged me to let the mad woman come up. I agreed because it was Emily.

"My god what's happened to you." She cried on seeing me. "Are you on drugs."

She took control, ordering food to fill the fridge and freezer, fruit and drinks, even flowers. Money always wins out; this delivery came in two hours.

"Have you got any money?" I asked, she was always short.

"Grandma died, she left it all to me as you didn't need it."

"How have you been doing?" I asked.

Since leaving home, she'd had two failed marriages.

"Much better than you by the looks of it." She said, putting a huge leg of lamb in an unused oven. "Go get a shower, shave and get dressed nice." She demanded.

Smelling the roasting meat made my stomach grumble, it was torture waiting for the meal. When it came, I could feel my energy return almost instantly. It was the biggest meal I'd eaten for an age.

"Drink this." She suggested, handing over a cold beer.

"I've missed you sis." I said grinning at her.

"You too little brother." She replied.

I was exhausted and fell asleep, when I woke, I saw her outside, hanging washing on a line I didn't know was there. She was dressed in red kickers and bra; her clothes were next to mine.

When she saw I was awake she ran to her room.

"Sorry." She said laughing. "I know how embarrassed you get but I didn't bring many clothes, thought I'd wash mine as well."

"Do you need money for some?" I asked.

"No. I'm loaded, the old girl, bless her, was minted. I'm going to spend a couple of hours ordering stuff."

"How's mum and dad? Still giving you trouble."

"As usual." She said laughing. "Do you mind if I message them, tell them I'm here, that I'm ok."

I nodded an answer.

Two days later I felt rejuvenated. The food she'd packed into me was already showing on my skinny frame. I woke mid-morning, showered and dressed in shorts and tee-shirt, then went into the kitchen for a coffee. When an expensive machine spat out my favourite, I went outside looking for Emily.

The penthouse had the advantage of a large, outdoor area, on the roof. It was well designed with a pool, garden area and sunbeds that had total privacy. Emily was on one, she was asleep.

Feeling the heat from a hot June day, I sat on chair to the side of her. I was about to tickle her feet to wake her, but l sat back instead. Without sunglasses the light was to bright so I turned my head to the right, looking at my sister asleep on the bed. She looked so peaceful.

Emily is what I would call a real woman, at 5'9", she met me height wise, her legs were strong and tanned, her belly wasn't fat or skinny but the right shape for a female. The padding on her hips added to the beauty I'd never realised before. Her breasts were full; nipples left just a trace on her tee-shirt. Her long dark hair tumbled over her shoulders, crowning her face, with full lips and long. Dark, eyelashes, with just a hint of makeup.

I found myself staring at her breasts and felt a twinge, a little tug at the stomach muscles declaring what was about to happen. I looked away quickly and flushed red. My eyes settled on her legs, then to her shorts. At first, it didn't register what I was looking at. Her shorts were baggy at the sides, giving a half view inside the leg, it took me to a curly black bush heralding her femininity. In that second, I realised it was her pubic hair. I should have looked away, but I couldn't, instead I leaned to the left, getting a better view. I was so engrossed I didn't feel my cock spring to life, getting harder than it had never done before.

My eyes were filled with lust, they turned back to her bush, taking every detail in. How long I was like this I don't know but I must have sensed something, my eyes turned upwards, to see Emily watching me. I flushed bright red and tried to dash away, but I was frozen to the spot.

"Donny, there's nothing wrong, it's natural, please, you need to deal with it." Emily said. "Everyone has the same needs, let me help."

I looked down, my cock was out my shorts, my hand gripping it tightly, I pulled it bac, panic stricken I looked to Emily. She was on her knees, between my legs, a calm smile on her face.

"Just relax, enjoy for enjoyments sake." She said softly.

Her fingers circled my cock, stroking it gently. Then a wave of unbelievable pleasure erupted along its length, a huge spurt ejaculated from my cock, followed by two others, it then lay on my chest leaking more.

"I'll get some tissues." Emily said, returning with a kitchen roll, wiping the goo from my stomach and cock head.

"It went on you." I gasped.

"Was that the first time ever?" She asked.

"It does it on its own sometimes." I replied honestly.

"How do you feel now?" She asked.

"Like I want to do it again."

She laughed. "No doubt it will be growing back soon."

"I don't know what's up with me sis, I feel so numb all the time." I whispered.

"It's not your fault Donny, they've filled you up with knowledge for years, you had no choice, no one to talk to, no friends to show what's right and wrong or how to act. But life isn't just education, it's for living, for fucking up and then getting over it. "

"But I know brothers and sisters shouldn't do this." I said. It was a fact that needed to be faced.

"I don't care, you're my brother, I love you. I want you to have a normal life. We don't need any more money. You need to know how to live and I will show you."

"I don't want to leave here." I said firmly.

"I won't tell you to, but you will want to."

"I didn't mean to look; I just couldn't stop." I said.

"Do you want to see more of me?" Emily asked kindly.

"Yes please." I said eagerly.

Emily chuckled. "It does feel rather naughty." She said, even blushing a little. "Showing my tits off has always been a turn on for me." She threw her tee-shirt away and unclipped her bra. "Do you want more?" She asked huskily.

She put her arms behind her head, pushing her tits forward. I rose from my chair and placed my hands underneath each breast, lifting them up slightly. I saw her nipples go hard and asked why.

"Because I feel turned on." She answered. "Sex is nice as long as you want it."

I reached out to her shorts, she smiled so I slipped them down, she stepped out of them and placed my hand over her cunt, telling me feel her sex.

"It's wet." I said.

"Because I like what's happening. Do you want to have closer look at it?"

She lay on the sunbed and opened her legs. Her gash was flushed red, wet with her juices.

"What do you think?" She asked.

"Like I want to do it."

"Then come on. Fuck me."

I rested my cock just outside the willing hole, hesitating for a second, she lay back, letting me choose, giving me the option to stop. But her tits drew me in, I felt a need to suckle on a breast. This pushed me forward, my cock slid inside, a dozen strokes later, I'd ejaculated again."

"That was quick wasn't it." I said feeling guilty.

"Not for your first time." She said honestly. "But you will get much better, when you do, I'll teach you how to please a woman."

I saw the cum dripping out of her cunt and how her fingers weren't pushing it out, they were rubbing above her hole, in a circular motion. Emily's face was changing; she was biting her lip as her breath grew faster, getting visibly wetter and much more excited, then she sighed loudly.

"Sorry, I had to do that, your cock is pretty attractive, a good size without being huge and nice and thick. Once you learn how to use it, they'll be no stopping you."

And she was right, over the next three weeks we did nothing but fuck, in just about every position there was. I learned every inch of her body and could make her cum with just the flick of my finger.

But it wasn't just sex. Emily had me working out in my gym, long sessions that often left me exhausted. I was tanned from sessions in the sun. She fed me well, cooking delicious meals that filled my frame. I was no longer the skinny weakling, even my long straggly hair was gone, replaced with a short, modern cut.

This gave me a newfound confidence, an eagerness to get out in the world.

On my first trip out, she took me to be measured for suits I'd need for expensive hotels. We then shopped till we dropped and that took a week. She taught that money was to be enjoyed, not left in the bank. I ordered a Porsche for fun and a Mercedes for around town. Half a dozen Rolex's began my collection.

Money wasn't everything though. She showed my cafes in rough areas that made food fit for the gods. Pubs where the beer was cheap and the furnishing dirty. It was here a woman, a few years older than me, flirted like mad, with the both of us. Emily encouraged her, she took us home to a grimy flat, with a big mattress for a bed.

Feeling the effects of alcohol, we undressed each other and fell into a tangle of arms and legs on the stinking sheets. Emily and Taz were rubbing cunt on cunt, sweating in the heat.

"I want cock." Taz demanded.

I slipped a condom on and turned her around, sliding my cock in, getting a regular rhythm, pulling at her tits as I fucked her. Emily positioned herself so her pussy was close to Taz's head, showing what she wanted, the woman agreed, and slurped away until she heard the scream as my sister orgasmed.

"Shut the fuck up!" A voice shouted from next door.

"Fuck you!" Taz shouted back.

Her shout forced my cock out.

"Cum on my face." Taz said excitedly.

I pulled off the condom and lay her down on the mattress. Emily grabbed my cock and began to wank it.

"Fuck, your sister's wanking your cock." Taz said. "Have you ever fucked her."

"Do you think we should?" Emily put forward.

"That would be crazy." Taz replied.

"Let me move over your face, you can see us close up and he can finish in your mouth." Emily giggled, quickly getting into position.

I was so close to her face that my balls rubbed over her nose, I could feel her tongue trying to touch my flesh, her breath was warm as I fucked Emily for an age. At the very last second, I pulled out, Taz grabbed my cock and took it in her mouth, swallowing the full load. Only a little dribbled out onto her chin, she did nothing to wipe it away.

"Fuck, that was good." Taz said as we all giggled together.

Back home we went straight to bed, lying on the sheets naked, breathing the scent of another woman and the sex scent of all three of us.

"We need to go on holiday; I'll hire a villa." Emily said.

Three days later we arrived at a Spanish villa overlooking the bay. Below us was the marina, with its posh bars and restaurants, on the right was the where the tourists went for cheap accommodation and cheap beer.

"Where shall we go?" I asked.

"Food and drink are better in the cheap seats, it's more fun as well. But let's get dressed up tonight."

She spent an age getting ready that first night, but she looked spectacular. Her silk dress was low cut and short. Her panties hardly covered her bush and if she swayed her hips, from the back it looked like she wore none. It was obvious there was no bra, tape stopped her nipples being revealed.

The restaurant was upper class, filled with the rich from the yacht's floating in the harbour. It was five courses of pretentious food, washed down with a wine that I didn't like. I was happier drinking beer and felt more relaxed later, sitting outside with a cold one, listening to the music from a woman playing an acoustic guitar.

"Do you mind if we join you, there no more seats."

I looked to the woman who'd spoken. She had the most dazzling eyes of deepest brown, with a wide smile on a pretty face. Her accent was tinged with Spanish, but her English was excellent.

"I'm Isabella." She said. "My brother is Juan. We holiday here most years."

We introduced ourselves, we could tell they presumed we weren't wealthy, but they were a nice couple. The conversation was good; laughter grew louder the more drinks we had. Towards midnight they suggested we went back to their yacht for some champagne.

To be honest I didn't want to go but I sensed Emily had the hots for Izzie. It was obvious sex was on the menu. Izzie wrapped her arm in mine as we walked to the marina, she was flirting like mad and giggling at everything I said. Juan was a lot more sober but was trying to get a look at Emily's tits, and his hands brushed her arse whenever he could, Emily made sure that was often.

The night was hot, we went to the stern, which was made to be private. There was large circular seat, surrounded by smaller sections. A large fridge held dozens of bottles of champagne. Juan chose a bottle and popped it open. We drank it between us, he opened another, it fizzed up and we all laughed.

"Do you like your pussy covered or bare." Izzie asked me seductively.

"I prefer a bush." I slurred.

I was sat opposite her; she opened her legs and pulled her panties to one side.

"Do you like my vagina?" She asked. Her bush was as black as her hair.

"She likes to shock people when she's had a drink." Juan giggled as Emily walked into the room.

She slipped out of her dress and walked to me, pushing them in my face, I suckled each as they sat open mouthed.

"So does she." I laughed waving my hand to get Izzie over. "Can I have a closer inspection?" I asked. Laying her back, pushing my hand down her panties, feeling the wetness of her minge, fingering her for a while., before ripping them off."

"Do you wanna play with these, you've been looking all night." Emily giggled.

She took a deep drink from the bottle and shook it, to show it was empty.

I watched her pull his clothes and grab at his cock. It's stupid, I know, but he was smaller than me, and not as thick.

As my tongue tasted Izzie's cunt, I looked along her body to see Emily sucking down on his cock. Our eyes met, she smiled at me. Juans hands were clenched, clawing at the white leather, he grunted and I saw her mouth suck down, then slowly let his cum dribble out over his belly.

I realised she'd finished him off quickly so she could join us. As I thought she sat next to me and suckled on Izzies nipples. Juan opened another bottle, Emily took a drink, swizzled it around her mouth and spat it into the ice bucket.

"Sorry." She slurred. "The bubbles are getting to me."

Izzie pulled her down; the pair began to snog. I took another drink and then parted Izzies legs, looking down at the thick bush of pubic hair. It gave extra life to my cock. I ploughed inside, rutting, fucking like an animal. The bubbles filled my head with lust, I was fucking away at a body, a piece of flesh, warm meat. That was the drink, not me.

To counter my drink addled brain, I looked into her eyes, the deepest brown, bright, sparkling, full of life, The curve of her face, the beauty of her neck. I moved close, supporting my weight on my elbows, I nuzzled her neck, kissed the rose red lips that begged me for more.

My hands sought her skin, its touch warmed my heart, a hand cupped her bottom as our bodies moved together. I was aware that Emily had moved off and the two were watching but my world was now filled with this one woman.

We were holding each other so hard it was difficult to breathe but we didn't need oxygen, we had our sex. I knew she had climaxed, but I also sensed she didn't want the moment to end. But it had to. As my cock was in its deepest thrust, I ejaculated for an age.

We still didn't want to be parted, she tried to stop me rolling off her,

"Oh my god." Emily whispered and smiled at me. "We forgot the no condom rule." We both looked to Izzie.

"I'm on birth control." She said out of breath. "Will you stay." Her eyes were locked on mine.

"We should go." I whispered, dragging my clothes off the floor.

"Why leave, I though the two of you were getting on." Emily asked.

"I don't know, it just didn't feel right, it was too full on."

We spent a lazy day at the villa, lazing in the sun, swimming in the huge pool. We were naked all day, but apart from a few quick fumbles in the water we restrained ourselves. I think we both expected to meet up with Izzie and her brother. I suggested a night in the cheap seats, Emily reluctantly agreed.

We had pie and chips in a restaurant with Formica tabletops, the gravy was to die for, the meat in the pie was better than a steak. The bottle of beer with it was a full pint and was so cold there were ice chips in it. We went from bar to bar, acting like we were boyfriend girlfriend. People were friendly and chatty, out to have a lot of fun.

There was a quiz night for a free cocktail. Emily scored more than me, but I'd never heard of love island or had a clue about most of the questions. I came in forth from last, Emily thought that was brilliant.

The last bar was lively, it was packed. The band was rocking out all the classics, the dance floor was full, not a table was free. We were dancing when a girl clocked her eyes on me and moved in close. We were instantly snogging. She made no attempt to stop my hands feeling her arse.

Emily was talking to some people, so we kept on dancing. She moved my hand down, brushing it against her cunt. For a split second I parted her tiny panties and felt the wet of her pussy. I wondered how much of that was piss but who cares, she was on holiday and looking for fun.

"I'm staying upstairs." She shouted. "Wanna go see my room."

"I'll wait for you but use a condom." Emily said laughing.

Once in the room the girl made it very clear what she wanted, which was to sit on my face. She made an attempt to suck my cock but stopped after a while to concentrate on herself. This was fine by me, there's something special about seeing a woman that close, feeling her pussy press down. The sudden wetness when she came.

When she did, she rolled on her belly, wiggling her arse as a signal to get on with it.

"That's the first time a guy has let me do that." She giggled.

It was my turn. I moved forward, laying on her, aiming my cock for her cunt. It pressed against her arsehole, moving in about an inch.

"Wrong hole." She snapped.

"Do you want me to stop?"

"Will you be long?"

"I will be as quick as I can,"

"Go on then."

She relaxed, I pushed forward, going as far as before, then my cock head was in. She moaned but I pressed further and was soon able to get into a slow rhythm. Here fists were gripping the sheets hard, her face was grimacing, but she was game enough for me to carry on.

The condom I wore helped the lubrication; I guess sweat did the rest. Wanting to end quicker I tensed my cock and let the flow take over.

"I can feel it." She squawked as my condom filled.

Back downstairs her guilt kicked in, she made an excuse and went to her friends,

"We better move on is case she has a boyfriend." Emily advised.

We walked some distance to another, quieter bar. Emily went to kiss me.

I better wash my face first." I joked, then told what the girl had wanted and what I had done.

"I don't think there is anything I can teach you now." Emily said softly. Smiling as the waiter handed her a cocktail.

I sipped on my beer thoughtfully.

"It's not the end of us, is it?" I asked, we both sounded sad.

"I know it's wrong, but it feels so right." She said. "But then again, it can't last forever. I came to you to help you find out what life was like outside our parents grip on you. Now you know what life is, am I doing the same as them?"

We went back to the villa and to bed. Both of us had a sense that out paths would soon be parting again. Because of her I wasn't the person I was, I'd grown, I was a man.

We decided to spend the next three days at the villa. For most of that time we did little but sunbathe and make love. It was if we were making the most of the time we had left.

But life called, Axel, my computer, needed me. There were things I needed to check on. I could access Axle anywhere; I simply plugged my laptop to the internet.

Numbers whirled on the screen, I searched Oxblood, the name I bought and sold under, all beside them was green, showing big profits, something must have happened while we were away. I looked at the news; there was a run on DNA medicines, which I had invested a lot in. I looked at the screen all day, hardly moving.

"I want a yacht like they have." I shouted as Emily asked me what was happening. She watched me work. "Green is good." I said mimicking the film.

Close to the end of the day a B began to light up next to the green.

"A buyout has been agreed. The big guys are buying up all the small companies for a premium." I said laughing.

"How much?"

"The figure is at the bottom."

"That's too many numbers for me." She laughed.

She was stood beside me; I pulled her close and pressed my head against her naked body.

"Two billion plus." I said breathlessly. She squealed with delight. "Do you know what this means? It means we can go wherever we want and do whatever we want to do. It's best when you are rich and nobody knows who you are, or how much you have. People will see Oxblood, but it will mean nothing to them. We can walk into a bar in the worst part of town, and nobody will have clue. Money can buy us entry to any posh place on the planet; we can do what we want."

We sat holding each other, convincing ourselves that we had the answers. To celebrate we went out to eat at the posh end.

We chose a different restaurant, eating Kobe beef steaks and stupid deserts that cost a hundred euros each. We walked out feeling good but thinking of going back to the villa.

We both turned at the sound of my name, we saw Izzie and her brother heading towards us. I'm ashamed to say I thought of running in the opposite direction, but Emily grabbed my arm and marched me forward.

"You need to talk with other people." She snapped.

"We've been looking for you." Izzie said breathlessly.

"We were just thinking of going back." I said.

"Why don't you come with us." Emily gushed, waving to a taxi to stop. "Come on, get in."

Izzie looked happy, this soon spread to us all. By the time we got back to the villa we were all laughing. She was in the back, in the middle, pushed up against me, her hand rested casually on my inner thigh. Her dazzling eyes caught mine.

"We've been searching for you." She said sweetly. "I was beginning to think I would never see you again." I'm sure she teared up for a moment.

"I've been doing work stuff, we've only been out once, that was to town." I replied.

Juan paid the taxi driver and refused any offer I made to share it. It was obvious he felt it was his duty as he was rich and we weren't. Emily gave me a hard look, so I smiled and said thanks.

The villa came with a stock of food and alcohol. I opened a bottle of champagne; Emily dished it out. I took a beer instead.

"It was very exciting the other night." Izzie said broaching the subject.

"We've never done anything like that before." Emily said, I saw her nipples were showing through her dress.

"What, with each other?" Juan asked then blushed. I saw Izzie throw him a look.

"No, with other people. Not so long back I was in a bad place, Emily helped me, we began making love and have carried it on since." I said looking at their reaction.

"We nearly did once." Izzie said softly. "For some reason we began kissing, this led to some other stuff. He didn't put it in, but very nearly, he would have, but our parents came home."

"We nearly died, the trouble it would have caused." Juan said.

I saw his hand was by Emily's thigh, moving up her skirt, she opened her legs slightly.

"You can't get caught here." Emily offered, then sighed when his fingers pulled her panties aside.

I undid a small button in the back of Izzies dress and pulled it down to her waist, her breasts tumbled out, she lay on me so I could them fondle them easily.

"Our bed is big enough for the four of us." Emily offered.

We were all naked by the time we reached the bedroom. The girls lay down next to each other, Emily reached out for her friend's hand, holding it as Juan slid his cock into her. I kissed Izzie tenderly as my cock pushed at her dripping cunt. She sighed when it slipped in.

Juan was matching my speed. When I slowed down, he did. I grinned.

"Shall we swop?" It was a loaded question, he hesitated for a split second, but when Emily nodded for him to change he pulled out of her.

"Is this what you want?" I whispered to Izzie.

Seeing the two of them fucking was a turn-on. The four of us were full of lust, we knew it was wrong but didn't care, to us it wasn't a sin against the laws of nature.

It was an amazing moment for us all, it ended when Izzie reached out to Emily, the two seemed desperate to kiss, Juan pulled out so Izzie could turn on her side, her hands caressing Emily. Once face to face the two made love as we watched. Their mouths seemed glued together as they rubbed and fingered each other, both crying out when a climax came,

"Cum inside me." Izzie demanded, "I need to feel it."

Though I knew it wouldn't take me long I didn't hold back, and soon drowned her womb with my cum, grunting like a wind animal as it spurted into her.

I turned to see Juan, cock in hand, give it three strokes before he finished on Emily's belly.

Not long after Juan and Emily went to the other bedroom. Izzie snuggled into me.

"I'm not a slut." She said softly. "I've never done anything like this before, sleeping with a boy on the first night, foursome on the second, sex with my brother. I should feel ashamed."

"Things got heated very quickly." I said softly.

I couldn't help but kiss her, she returned the embrace with feeling until we were both breathless, our lips feeling numb, falling into a relaxed sleep.

We woke early next morning, her bright smile made me feel alive.

I've always wanted to travel the world." She said. "But I'd be happier here with you."

"You could have both." I said as my hand squeezed her arse cheek.

"I have the money for both of us. We could buy a house anywhere in the world. There's no need to work." She said quickly. "We could go anywhere you wanted."

"There's no need for you to pay." I said, she looked crestfallen.

"You could bring your sister and watch us make love again. You liked that, didn't you." She sounded almost desperate. "You could have me or her or both of us, whenever you wanted.

"I'm not poor." I said firmly." Come with me."

I took her to my laptop, explaining what I did to earn money, how much I'd made in a few days.

"I don't want billions in the bank. We need to spend it." I sounded desperate now.

"What about your sister."

"She will want to do her own thing." I answered.

"What's happening?" Juan asked suddenly.

Izzie instinctively put her arm over her breasts, standing close to me to hide her nakedness. Emily arrived.

"Juan wants me to sail to the Caribbean with him." Emily said guiltily. "Would you mind?"

"No. We're looking at traveling, just the two of us." I answered,

"We'll be leaving today. The villa is booked for another month." Emily looked to me,

"Think we'll stay here for a while, get something arranged." I replied.

She packed quickly and a taxi was ordered,

It soon arrived.

Emily began to cry, I pulled her into my arms.

"Thank you, sis, without you I would be nothing. Now it's time we both had a life."

The End