by Amanda Wals
I slid my hands down to cup her ass, and began pulling her against me as we met each others thrusts. She arched her back away from me, her beautiful breasts bouncing as we rocked against each other rhythmically. One of my hands moved around to drag my palm across her stomach, up between her breasts, pausing to rub one of them, before curling around behind her neck and pulling her down meet my lips. We kissed hard, our tongues thrusting into each others mouths, tasting each other as best we were able.
"God I love you," I breathed when we came up for air. She ground herself against me, too busy moaning at the moment to respond. Her breath was coming in hard, ragged gasps. Amy sat back up, and began slamming herself into me harder. I watched in rapt attention as her breasts heaved above me.
Amy's urgent moans increased in tempo and volume as she rocked against me. I slid a hand across her thigh and down to run my thumb across her clit as she arched her back again. The combination of my cock inside her and my thumb on her clitoris was too much and sent her over the edge. Her legs seized around me, vibrating as her stomach rippled with the force of her orgasm. She cried out loudly enough that I was sure half the apartment complex had to have heard her. She collapsed into me, as though she were made of rubber and I cradled her to me, my hard shaft still inside her, while she rode out the aftershocks of her climax.
"You didn't come?" She asked when she regained her senses. Her blue eyes cracked open to lock on to mine.
"Not yet." I replied as I softly stroked her hair.
"Well, I guess your little sister has some work to do, doesn't she?" She grinned wickedly at me.
* *
We woke up late the next morning, neither of us feeling particularly energetic after the night before. Luckily, she was now unemployed and had nowhere she really needed to be that morning. We went to a local cafe for a late breakfast and then returned to her apartment to finish packing things up for the move. I made arrangements with the shipping company and filled out the bill of lading as we went. Shipping things to another country was a pain the ass, I had learned from my experience shipping my own possessions back in Austin. I could not have asked for better company, of course, and did not mind the work in the least.
If I were being totally honest, we probably could have finished up for the day much sooner, if one of us hadn't been distracted by the others ass when she bent to pick up a box and given it an appreciative rub. I refuse to accept responsibility for my actions in that particular situation. There was a magnificent ass in desperate need of a grope and I felt it was my duty to accommodate that need. That rub resulted in a delay that took a couple of hours, although neither of us complained about it. We finally finished packing everything and stacking it in the front room by late afternoon.
A former work colleague of hers came and picked up the bed and some of the living room furniture just before dusk. Neither Amy nor myself felt much need to point out to him just how thoroughly used that bed had been the night before. The apartment had come partially furnished and we made good use of the washer and dryer before packing the sheets away. We'd be staying in a hotel by the airport that night, returning in the morning to meet the shipping company and catching our flight to Athens that afternoon.
Amy balked at me for insisting that she pack a couple of weeks worth of clothes in her luggage for the flight. When I reminded her that it would take at least two weeks for the things we were shipping to arrive, she took my advice and loaded some more things from a box to her luggage. Surveying what she had prepared, I probably shouldn't have said anything. I'd momentarily forgotten the unwritten rule that women felt the need to pack at least four outfits per day for any given outing.
We were both exhausted that night when we got to our hotel room for the night. Our last night in the States for the foreseeable future was spent cuddling in the hotel bed, watching television and occasionally making out.
The following afternoon, still somewhat in shock from seeing the bill for the shipping, I settled in beside Amy on the plane for our fifteen hour flight. She had both of her arms wrapped around one of mine and her head leaning on my shoulder. She leaned in and kissed me on the cheek, excitedly.
"Do you remember the night you first took me to that Italian place?" She asked.
I smiled at the memory. It was the first time we had gone on a real date, the first night we had sex, and the first night we had spent the entire night together as lovers. There had been one of the best nights of my life.
"Of course I remember."
"You told me that night that you wanted to take me somewhere where no one knew us. Someplace we could start over and have our life together, remember?" She smiled.
"Yeah, beautiful. I remember." I brought my hand up and lightly stroked her cheek. She turned her face to nuzzle my palm and sighed happily.
The airline began delivering the safety speech before take off. I watched the rather condescending looking stewardess cut her eyes at each person as she made her way down the aisle of the plane, checking everyone's seat belts. I remembered watching movies in my younger days that always seemed to feature these incredibly attractive stewardesses and reflected momentarily on the fact that most of the ones I'd encountered in the last few months ranged from looking like angry school teachers to my old high school lunch lady. Not a smoking hot one in the bunch. The recording of the safety message wrapped up and the stewardess wandered into the front cabin for a bit.
"The point is, we're doing it." Amy grinned, returning to her conversation. "We're really doing it. There's nothing to keep us apart anymore."
"It was always the plan, baby." I joked, wondering how easily she could elbow me from her current position.
"Well, you certainly took your sweet time about it." She chuckled. I couldn't help chuckling myself.
"I love you." I said, giving her a squeeze.
"I love you, too."
* *
"That wasn't a real plane." Amy commented as we stepped out of the tiny airport in Zefiria. We were both stiff as hell from sitting for most of the day on a flight across the Atlantic.
"You get used to it." I replied as I scanned the parking lot for Margaret.
"Seriously, that was a glorified hang glider. They put us in a slingshot and launched us from Athens."
I started laughing.
"Jesus, brat. We can take the ferry next time if it bothers you that bad. And here I thought you were always the adventurous one."
"I am adventurous. But I at least want a parachute if I'm just gonna be flung in the general direction of my destination instead of being on a plane with two wings and an engine." She was grouchy from the flight and, man, it was showing.
"It had two wings and an engine, Amy." I sighed.
"Okay, an engine not powered by two hamsters and a rubber band."
I pinched the bridge of my nose and hung my head.
"I'm gonna spank you in a minute, I swear."
"Is that a promise?" She wrapped her arms around my waist and grinned up at me. She made it really hard to be annoyed when she pulled her adorable little sister act. She'd had more then twenty years to work on it and she played it to perfection. Especially when she added sexy connotations to the mix.
I brushed the loose strands of her hair from her face as I looked down at her.
"Amy?"
"Yeah?" She was giving me one of her most adorable grins, waiting for the kiss she was expecting.
"Shut the hell up, already." I smirked. Then I kissed her.
We walked a few yards and I spotted Margaret getting out of her car, waving to us. She gave Amy a huge hug and then did the same to me.
"Was it a good flight?" She asked.
"Long flight. As always." I replied, then cut my eyes at Amy. "But the longest part was from Athens to here."
"Shut it, jackass." Amy retorted.
"You're brother and sister alright." Margaret snickered. "Come on, let's get to the house so this lovely girl of yours can get a shower and settle in before dinner."
"He had to fly back to London with Damian to meet with some big art buyer. He'll be back in a couple of days." Margaret replied as we loaded the luggage in the trunk.
We drove a few minutes and I spotted the coast. I nudged Amy and pointed to the bay.
"Wow. You weren't kidding. It's beautiful!" She exclaimed.
"Just wait, this is the view from the cheap seats." I replied, grinning.
We got to the house and I showed her the apartment. She walked through the rather small place and grinned widely at me.
"You like it?" I said, mildly surprised.
"I get to spend every night with you from now on. We have our own place and there's nothing to keep us apart. You really think I care about anything else?" She asked, still grinning.
"Well, when you're thinking more practically about it, you might. But I like the direction you're taking it." I chuckled as she came over to give me a huge hug.
"I think we'll be just fine." She smiled. "Now about that shower?"
"Right through there." I pointed. "Unlike your old apartment, you can't mistake this one for the bedroom."
"You could have fucked me in the bathroom all you wanted. I wouldn't care." She shot me a sultry look as she grabbed her toiletries bag and walked into the bathroom.
I sat on the edge of the bed and looked over the three room apartment. It really was going to be too small for us. She may think she didn't care, but the entire apartment was only about the size of our two childhood bedrooms smashed together. I wasn't entirely sure at this moment how much money had I had because pieces had been selling fairly steadily in London for the past three weeks. I knew it was enough to be able to afford to rent the house down the block, which was much larger than this tiny apartment. There should be more than enough left over to give Amy to invest for us. I'd take her by there tomorrow and let her look over the place, I thought.
I didn't try to join her in the shower, because there was no possible way we would both fit in the tiny stall. When she came out of the bathroom a few minutes later, she had on a pair of bikini cut panties and a towel draped over her shoulders, covering her breasts. I let out a low breath, and she picked up on it.
"You approve?" She chuckled.
"Oh, I most certainly approve." I nodded. "You look sexy as hell like that, baby."
She blushed a little and gave me one of her arsenal of heart stopping smiles.
"You should take your shower, so we can meet Margaret for dinner."
"I know." I said, without moving or taking my eyes off of her. She walked over to me and put her hand under my chin, tilting my head up to look at her. Her smile was radiant.
"Hold me a moment?" She asked.
I obliged, wrapping my arms around her, my face pressed against her stomach. She hugged me back for a long moment, before she finally released me.
"I'm not going anywhere, baby." She cooed. "Go take a shower. We have all the time in the world now."
She was right, and for whatever reason, it clicked into place in my brain more than saying it over the past couple of days had before. I felt another layer of weight lift of my shoulders that I hadn't even realized was still there.
"Don't get me wrong. I adore it when you look at me like that. So don't ever stop, okay?"
"Not a chance, beautiful." I grinned as I stood to go to the shower. I made it about three steps before I spun around and pulled her back to me, my erection pressing against her ass. She yelped playfully, until my hand cupped one of her breasts under her towel and gave it a gentle squeeze. Her breathing became a little heavier. I released it and headed for the shower.
"That's not fair, damn it. You know what you do to me." She growled without malice.
I chuckled as I turned the shower on and started stripping, curious to see if she was going to try to wedge herself in the tiny stall with me after all. She didn't.
Later, over dinner, I asked Margaret if she thought Theron would mind if I borrowed his boat in the morning.
"Of course not. You know better by now." She admonished me.
"I still prefer to ask." I replied, grinning.
"We're going boating?" Amy asked.
"Yep. You pack a suit?"
"Yeah, I have a couple actually. You said there were a lot of beaches here. I figured if they were nice enough to get you out of your hermit cave mindset and into the sun, then they must be pretty awesome." She smirked.
"They're better." I replied.
"I must say, it's going to be nice not being the only woman around here." Margaret smiled.
"Oh? My brother's been a pain in the ass? Can't say I'm surprised." Amy stuck her tongue out at me.
"Certainly not. Adam has been nothing but a perfect guest."
"Jesus, it's getting deep in here." I picked up my empty plate, took it to the kitchen and started loading the dishwasher.
"See? Perfect guest." Margaret chuckled motioning toward me to Amy.
"I don't think I've ever seen him willingly load a dishwasher in his life." Amy commented. I gave her the finger over my shoulder.
"You already owe me a spanking, are you just making a to-do list now?"
I rolled my eyes and kept loading the dishwasher.
Amy walked into the kitchen and started doing the larger dishes in the sink. She bumped me with a hip and smiled at me as I rinsed the pots she'd just scrubbed. I gave her a grin of my own.
Later that night, I crawled into bed. Amy stripped to her panties and one of my shirts she'd grabbed from the closet, then joined me. As she cuddled up next to me, she smiled warmly.
"Every night." She sighed, sleepily but elated. I couldn't disagree.
* *
The next day, I took a blanket, a couple of towels, and a couple of zip ties. I slipped them all into a heavy garbage bag, pressed them down enough to minimize the air a bit, and used another zip tie to seal it. I loaded a wooden wine box with a bottle of wine that I'd purchased before I went to the States in anticipation, a couple of glasses, and some fresh fruit. I made a couple of sandwiches in the kitchen, wrapped them up and added them to the box as well.
Amy came into the kitchen wearing blue bikini with a pair of shorts over the bottoms. She had her long, black hair pulled up in a ponytail, and I took the opportunity to kiss her exposed neck for a moment.
"Mm..." She moaned lightly in approval. I wrapped my arms around her bare waist and gave her a squeeze just as my phone's alarm chirped.
"We gotta get moving." I mumbled.
"What's the rush? I thought we could relax until London on Friday?" She asked, puzzled. I needed to go back to London for an interview with a German art magazine that Damian had set up.
"There's a boat from Adamas that passes around the island soon. I want to avoid it." I said, cryptically.
"Avoid it?" She raised an eyebrow at me.
"You'll see." I grinned as I grabbed the wooden wine crate and trash bag.
"The hell are you up to?" She followed me down toward the beach.
"You'll see."
"Whoa." She whispered suddenly.
"What?"
"This is amazing." She motioned to the large white volcanic rock formations we were approaching as we got closer to the water.
"Oh yeah. They're beautiful, aren't they?" I smiled, enjoying watching her sense of wonder. "There's a few I'll show you that I enjoy diving from. And, the beaches on the other side of the island have these boulders that look almost like earth toned rainbows or something. I've been told it's because of the mineral deposits, but they are pretty awesome to check out, too."
A few minutes later, as I loaded the boat, she said. "You weren't kidding. The water is so blue."
The Aegean Sea was calm, as usual. The beautiful blue water lapping at the mostly stone beach. I motioned her into the boat and once she was settled, I shoved off, climbing in behind her. I smiled to myself watching as she put her hand up to shield her eyes from the sun and peered at the coastline. Ever the arti
st, I found myself studying the sensual curve of her back as I paddled. I watched the way her ponytail moved across her back when she would turn her head to look at the different rocks and beaches that I paddled us by. I was fascinated by the way her muscles moved on her back and sides when she would turn to continue watching things that caught her eye as we passed them. I certainly noticed the curve of her breasts that would come into view periodically when she turned far enough to expose the sides of her bikini. Goddamn, she's beautiful, I thought to myself.
After a few minutes of me paddling in silence, I glanced up from her back and noticed her looking over her shoulder at me.
"What is it?" She asked, smiling sweetly at me. Busted. Not that I thought she'd mind.
"Just looking at you." I grinned, a little self conscious.
"Well, just don't paddle us into a rock or anything, okay?" A smirk crept across my sister's lips.
"If you only knew," I chuckled, knowing what was coming.
"If I only knew what?"
"You'll see. It's a surprise." I kept paddling, purposely being cryptic. She squinted back at me for a moment, debating if she wanted to push the issue. She let her eyes gaze down at the sapphire blue water. Even though I knew from experience that the water where we currently were was at least thirty or forty feet deep, you could see the bottom clearly.
"Do they have many shark attacks here?" She asked, suddenly. I started laughing, remembering when I'd asked Theron the same thing.
"Not at all. In fact, from everything I've been told, there aren't any sharks here."
"You don't have to make fun of me over it, asshole." Amy replied, sounding a little embarrassed.
"It's not that. I was laughing because I asked Theron the same question the first time he took me out here fishing."
"Oh!" She brightened again.
