Sister Act

"He's great," Rebecca assured me as we headed up to the beach front cabin that her latest boyfriend was renting for the weekend. She added, "You'll love him Robin."

Nobody in the family had met Jason yet, but as usual Rebecca was all in on her latest relationship and had basically begged and then bribed me into coming along on the long weekend. I was less confident that I would love him, as she tended to attract the wrong kind of guy. The controlling jerks who were just shy of being physically abusive but were certainly emotionally cruel to my sister. Each relationship would end with her promising that never again would she allow herself to be used in that way whether it was financial, sexual or however her now ex-boyfriend had done her wrong.

Of course I was fresh out of my own not-that-great relationship, A rather dull lawyer who was a nice guy, but endlessly boring. I guess I had the opposite issue as my sister, always attracting nice polite guys who were as vanilla and boring as wallpaper.

Getting out of the car and bringing out bags into the cabin we were met by Jason. I had to admit he was attractive, though Rebecca had never had any issues getting good looking guys. With a shirt off and swim trunks on it was clear that he took good care of his body and it looked like he worked out. 

He grinned as he saw us come in. "Hey babe," he said kissing Rebecca as she put her bag down. When that was done he said hello to me, shaking my head politely and then showing us where we could put our bags. Rebecca sorted her stuff in the Master Bedroom with his, and I unpacked in the Guest Bedroom.

We went to the beach after unpacking. Both of us had brought bikinis and soon we were laying out back on the sand watching the water come in and out as the waves broke on the beach. It was nice, the warm sun on my body and no work or other things to stress me out. Just a chance to lay on my blanket and relax.

"So you come out here often?" I asked Jason, figuring I should make conversation and not simply open my Kindle and jump into the book I was reading.

"Yes," he answered, "it's a nice getaway from the city. I've always loved relaxing on the beach, feeling the warm sun on my skin, listening to the waves. That steady rhythm as they come in and go out, come in and go out. I find it very meditative. In and out, in and out. It's always so nice to relax, and I try to match my breathing to the waves, in and out. Imagining that as I breath in the waves are drawn in and as I exhale, they flow out. Slowing my breathing, deepening it as I let it match the waves and nature and relax."

I noticed how I could match my own breathing to the waves, as an interesting way to relax. It felt nice, to fall into that pattern waiting on the wave to inhale and then exhaling as if I was blowing the water back out to sea. The sun was warm and the blanket felt comfortable on the sand which had shifted to support my body like a really firm but nice mattress. I could imagine dozing off, but that would be rude as I had asked Jason a question. It was taking him a long time to answer it, and I realized that I had stopped listening to him closely. That seemed rude, but with my sunglasses on I'm sure he didn't notice my attention drifting.

"Isn't that right Robin?" he asked.

Not having been listening closely I realized I was not actually sure of what he had asked, so rather than be rude I just answered a simple, "Yes."

That seemed to satisfy him and he resumed talking. I had to admit, he had a nice voice, firm and warm. Like the sun and sand, steady like the waves and deep like my breathing. It was nice to let the sound of it fill my ears even if I didn't really worry about what he was saying. I heard him ask another question and this time I didn't even worry about answering it just felt fine to say, "Yes."

That second time I was sure that I had heard another voice saying the same thing in unison, but it wasn't important. I was barely keeping my eyes open, as I was so warm and relaxed. I didn't want to be rude but... well I was sure he wouldn't mind if I just closed them for a few moments, I'm sure he wouldn't mind if I just went to sleep.

That night I lay in bed listening to the vigorous sounds of my sister and her boyfriend fucking. I have to admit it was hot, and as I lay in the Guest Bedroom I allowed my hand to drift in between my thighs, slipping into the warm wetness of my own sex. Moaning slightly I began to toy with my clit, finding it easy to match my sisters screams of pleasure with my own movements so that when she came I did too. Laying sweaty in the bed I realized I was thirsty, and clad in my panties and a loose t-shirt snuck out of the room to the kitchen.

I was pouring myself a glass of water when Jason came in. He saw me and smiled. I noticed he was only in briefs. 

"Sorry if we were too loud," he apologized.

I waved my hand dismissively, "Nah, I couldn't hear a thing. Why were you watching Saturday Night Live in bed?"

He laughed, "You're a terrible liar."

Shrugging I finished the water and set the glass in the sink, "Well good night."

"It's going to be warm tomorrow," he said. As I passed him he grabbed my upper arm, turning me so I was looking at him. Gazing into my eyes he said, "You can lay on the beach again, feeling the sun on your body, relaxing."

The sudden physical contact made me tense up but the way he spoke and the memory of relaxing on the beach relaxed me. The two competing impulses made me unsure what to do, I wanted to be polite but also I wanted to leave and relax and... instead I just sort of stood there, looking at him with a vacant expression on my face.

"It felt very good to listen today," he said, and I wasn't sure if he was talking about the beach or just now in bed as I fingered myself.

"Yes," I agreed, realizing it didn't matter which he meant, listening to him today had felt good.

"You're dreaming now Robin. This is a dream and when you wake up tomorrow it'll just be a sexy dream, a fantasy," he said. I found myself nodding, that made sense I was asleep not standing half naked in his kitchen as he leaned in to kiss my neck. He wasn't lifting me against the wall, puling down my panties and then sliding his cock into me it was all just a dream.

Rebecca and I were relaxing on the beach the next day. Jason had started off with us, telling us about how peaceful it was on the beach but now I realized that I wasn't sure where he was. He had been there a minute ago and now he was gone. Or rather, I realized as I looked at my watch, two hours ago.

"There he is," Rebecca said as she sat up. 

Jason was strolling from the cabin to the beach and I realized as he neared that he was totally naked. Rebecca did too because she laughed and said, "Boy he has a great cock doesn't he?"

I stared at my sister. She was certainly more sexual than I was but we never talked about our boyfriends' dicks with each other or encouraged them to be naked around each other. Still he did have a great looking cock. Thick, firm and huge.

"Why don't you suck him off when he gets here, as a surprise?" she said.

I shook my head, not looking away from the dick, "What no."

"Hey girls," Jason said now in earshot.

"Robin wants to suck you off," my sister said giggling.

Jason smiled, "Well, that sounds nice."

"No I don't," I protested, realizing that I was on my knees and Jason's cock was very near my face. I blinked at it, and then I felt a hand on the back of my head pushing me towards it. My mouth opened and it slid in. I felt him grow as my lips closed around it.

Jason sighed with pleasure, "Good Girls."

"I am your obedient sex doll," Rebecca said. She said it again, and then again and continued to repeat it as she pushed my head further down his shaft. Her voice repeating in my mind, as my own thoughts started to echo her words. I gave up resisting, realizing that I was enjoying being this horny and sexy for Jason. I was an obedient sex doll, I needed to suck him off.

I am an obedient sex doll.