Chapter 10: Sister Sex

Fiona stood naked beside the bed when I opened my eyes. The morning sunlight streamed in the windows. She asked nicely, “You all have fun last night? If the noise you made and odor that still lingers are an indication, I’d say you must have had ten more people in here having sex with you last night.”

“You’re beautiful,” I told her in my sleepy voice as I stretched my naked body.

Josh rolled his nude body over and looked at his sister, naked before him for the first time. “I agree, you are truly beautiful, Fiona.”

“Careful, all these complements will go to my head. I just want to know what our plans are. It’s seven o’clock now and Ray and I are eager to head south. We have a lot of fucking to catch up on with all of you.”

Josh sat up, extending a hand to Fiona. She backed away, “Later, sailor. Right now let’s travel.” She grinned at him but did a little bump and grind with her hips to show her interest. I could smell Fiona’s sex, a signal that she too had had an active night.

I watched her and she changed her mind. She took Josh’s hand and said, “One finger, in me, right now. That’s all for now.” She moved his hand down to her pussy and I watched as he extended his middle finger and gently inserted it into her; she sunk her body down on his hand so there was full penetration. She closed her eyes savoring their sexual contact for the first time.

“Oh, shit,” she said through clenched jaws, a moan accompanying her expletive. “Let’s hurry to Mexico.” She pulled his hand away and backed towards the door.

Josh smelled his finger and then made a show of licking the digit. “Yummmm,” he said with a smirk.

Stacy sat in her glorious nudity beside him. I could feel that rush in my pussy again as I looked at the three other nude bodies in the room.

“How about breakfast in a quarter hour?” Fiona asked tentatively.

We concurred and she backed out the door.

“Oh, I have to go with her,” Stacy said hopping out of bed. “She has my travel case in her room. We checked out of the Lodge in town.” With that, she got up, collected her clothing and silently crept out of the room without putting anything on.

Josh and I looked at each other.

“Time for a quickie?” I asked.

He nodded.

Josh proved that he couldn’t be in the presence of three naked women without developing a severe hard-on. I knew I flushed from watching the interaction between Josh and Fiona. I pulled Josh over me and he sank into me.

I grabbed his hand, the one that had the finger that had been in Fiona only moments before. I inhaled her aroma as he held the finger out for me. I could sense her unique odor and loved it. I wanted to get to Mexico fast too, but not before we finished our quickie.

As quickies go, this proved to be arousing and very satisfying. We were learning each other’s buttons and how to bring pleasure to one another in short order. We did. He did. I did. Wow!

After our showers and quickly repacking our clothes, we went downstairs. Josh grabbed a glass of orange juice and disappeared into the den to do the flight planning for our trip to Puerto Vallarta. He said he’d be thirty or forty-five minutes, especially since it was an international trip. He had to arrange our clearance through customs.

He rejoined Ray, Fiona, Stacy and me as we finished some scrambled eggs that Fiona had whipped up. Josh wolfed down a helping as he told us about the flight details.

He said, “The distance from here to Puerto Vallarta is 1,115 nautical miles. We’ll travel about 420 knots, so the trip down will take about three hours including climb out and descent. Weather is superb over the entire route and we might get a tailwind part of the way. By noon, they expect the temperatures to be in the mid-eighties and the water temperature is just over eighty. Light breezes. Sounds pretty perfect to me.”

We snuck out of the house without waking the others. Fiona left a note on behalf of all of us. We all left many hearts and XOXOX’s on the page.

Only a few minutes later we were at the Aspen airport and thirty minutes later, after some more airplane stuff, the Cessna Citation jet lifted off the runway into the bright morning skies over Colorado. Twenty minutes after that we were near cruising altitude and on our flight plan route to PVR. Josh had me sit as co-pilot again.

Our morning sexual romp had left me satisfied for the time being so I wasn’t about to jump Josh’s bones at 40,000-feet. Our three passengers, however, decided they’d join the Mile-High Club. I peeked back into the cabin after we got to altitude and saw Ray lying back on one of the posh leather seats with a ‘died and gone to heaven’ look on his face as Stacy and Fiona took turns riding his cock. All three were nude. I pulled the curtain, not so much to given them privacy that they didn’t seem to need, but to reduce my own temptation to join them.

I asked Josh to start giving me a lesson about the airplane and its instrumentation. I allowed that to consume me despite the occasional moans and shrieks from the passenger compartment. Josh actually let me make some gentle S-turns and get the feel for the controls of the jet. By the time we landed, I felt more comfortable with the plane, even going so far as to consider getting a pilot’s license. He explained the process to me.

We cleared Mexicali customs, got a large rental car, and drove into the old part of the town and had lunch at a place Ellie had recommended. Her recommendation turned out to be excellent and we got a wonderful meal and good service.

I hadn’t brought a bathing suit so after our lunch we stopped in a tourist shop and I bought a bikini that I thought might have arousal powers to it. I doubt that I’d ever paid so much on a ‘per square inch of material’ basis.

Fiona and Ray had rented a villa for the week that turned out to be about fifteen minutes north of the airport on the Bay of Banderas, a small open bay into the Pacific Ocean.

The home was impressive, sitting on a sandy bluff overlooking the Pacific and the Bay, with large rooms that opened onto a flagstone deck, beach and pool. Dense foliage and a surrounding security wall ensured the utmost privacy from neighbors, plus we were far enough away from the usual tourist hotels that even the pristine beach didn’t have but a scant few casual walkers on it.

After we’d all walked around the house Fiona announced that it was beach time. In minutes Stacy, Fiona and I ran from the house down to the beach in our bikinis. As I paused before splashing into the warm water, I could look both ways along the beach and only see about a half dozen people, most far down the beach towards the airport. I could see no one in the other direction. Marvelous.

My new white and yellow bikini became almost transparent when it got wet, a fact that hadn’t announced itself until Stacy came to me and kissed me, running her tongue down to my breasts.

“You’re on display, Love,” she said, “if that makes any difference to you.”

I looked down and saw my state; “Well, I wanted a seductive bathing suit. I guess this’ll do.” I grinned at Fiona and Stacy.

Ray and Josh joined us a few minutes later. We were bobbing around on our backs in the clear water. Ray had found some facemasks and snorkel tubes and waded in and gave me a set to try. He stared at my breasts through the nearly transparent bikini.

“If you like these, you should see what the lower half looks like,” I told him with a splash.

He splashed back and said, “I love bathing suits like that.”

Seconds later my eyes took in the sights under the bay’s surface, including a wide variety of beautiful looking little fish and an occasional conch shell.