What can I tell you? We returned to the campground, went our separate ways and spent the next few days pretending that nothing had happened. Oh sure, we acted as friendly as ever, as tight his brother and sister. But I’d never rammed hard cock down into my sister’s guts before. As much as I wanted things to be as they once were, they never again could be. The entire dynamic of our relationship had changed forever. I can honestly say that until this time I’d never wished for a holiday to end.

That was almost a year ago. This year Cindy and Stef conspired to rent a timeshare on South Beach, a beautiful spot almost four hours from where we lived. She’d always wanted to do that; rent a beach house, play guitar, sing songs around the bonfire and of course drink our asses off for an entire week. Hell, the idea once appealed to me, too. These days being in close proximity to Stef made me uncomfortable. I couldn’t say no, though. Cindy looked forward to her trip every year, saving every penny for her one big excursion. Top sirloin gave way to Salisbury steak, bottles of fine wine and mellow single malt scotches to cases of Bud, Miller, and Coors, and our weekly Movie Night tradition to watching rented flicks on the DVD player at home. We weren’t poor, but had firmly entrenched ourselves in the middle class. Cindy made small sacrifices to get the things she truly wanted and obtained them without ever going into debt. My pathetic financial situation had been cleaned up two years after meeting her, the only condition she placed upon me before she’d accept my engagement ring. She firmly believed that a new start shouldn’t be hampered by old debts. With her help I completely turned my life around.

She gave so much and asked for so little in return, just my love and one trip a year. How could I refuse her? And what reason could I give for asking her not to invite Jason and Stef along, our closest friends? I had to face the facts. Stef I were destined to have a reunion.

Cindy must’ve felt my trepidation for she leaned over and gave me head while we bombed down the interstate towards South Beach. She had to work hard for that sperm! The stress over the upcoming encounter kept my gun from going pop. She used every trick in her repertoire to coerce a little cum out of my recalcitrant balls. She would’ve been pissed to know that I only managed to blow a wad by visualizing my cock splitting a fat, bronzed ass wide open and plowing nads-deep into a scarlet ringed vice of rectal muscle. Regardless of the reason, Cindy seemed more than content with the results. She lapped at my empty cock like a kitten at an empty saucer, her sharp pink tongue questing for just one more milky drop. I had to pull her eager mouth off of my cock by the roots of her red hair once we finally pulled into the driveway of the beach house.

Cindy and Stef had planned better this year. We arrived with Jason still unloading his new Ford Explorer. Stef looked on from the stairs, doing her part by telling her husband which bag to remove next and where he should put it. From the amount she sweated one would’ve thought she was the person consigned to fetch-and-carry duty and he the director. The light sheen of perspiration slickened her entire body, making her olive skin shine as if oiled. Jason gave me a thumbs up as I stepped out of my eight year old Monte Carlo.

Cindy quickly hopped out of the car and ran to Stef, giggling like a college student over spring break. Stef gained her feet and hugged Cindy, kissing her on both of the cheeks. A puzzled look crossed Stef’s face, then she licked the corner of Cindy’s mouth. Cindy pulled back with mild alarm while Stef concentrated on the taste. A mischievous smile touched her lips.

“So that’s what Mark tastes like,” she said, glancing at her watch. “And you’re on time, too! Did you leave earlier then we discussed?” Cindy blushed redder than her mane of silken fire.

“No, we left at 11:15, just like we planned.”

“Ah. Then you’re more talented than I gave you credit for,” Stef said. Her small laugh tinkled like glass chimes in the breeze. “Let’s go inside where it’s cool. The men can finish up without our help.”

“Help?” Jason muttered. “Things move faster without your help.” He picked up the last two bags from his SUV. His bulky arms strained under the load. What the fuck was in there? Jason and I have always been into exercise and staying fit, but the dude looked seriously buff this year. Those arms looked boosted from a Greek statue. When he returned he helped me take in Cindy’s stuff.

“You’ve been in prison, man? What’s with the jailhouse physique?” I asked him.

“I had to catch up, dude. Stef’s been riding my ass about me getting soft around the middle. Every time I said it’s natural for guys my age to get a little padding she said that you didn’t have any, so I shouldn’t either.” Jason picked up another pile of luggage, leaving me with the beer cooler. I cracked a cold one open and took a long pull. Seeing me with a bottle to my lips, he dropped the luggage and helped himself to an ice-cold Coors.
“You! Drink after you finish unloading.” Stef’s whisky voice said from just inside the doorway. “You’re burning daylight. Cool off in the Jacuzzi after you’re done.” Stef’s disappeared into the beach house’s swallowing pools of shadow.

“What a slave driver,” I said, winking at Jason. “Why do you keep her around?”

“She got assets that just won’t quit,” he replied, winking in return. “And the whole thing is mine to enjoy.”

“Hole thing, you say? Very punny, Jas.”

“Yeah, almost as funny as the amount you’re paying for this timeshare.