<hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><em><strong>Name:</strong> Andrea “Andi” Spalding <strong>Location:</strong>By the pool. <strong>Tags:</strong>Margo</em></span></span><br/><hr/><div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/nRxknSt.jpg)</div><br/><br/>The powerful and sultry strands of En Vogue’s “Giving Him Something He Can Feel” filtered through the pool-side speakers. The playlist was one of my favorites. Filled with powerful ballads, R&B hits, deep bass and sweet notes that would carry me away to an easy place of decadence.<br/><br/>The wife had left last night, swept away on an unexpected business trip. So I’d called in the reinforcements of my sister to help keep the house and kids in line. She wasn’t due for another few hours, however, and with Chanel out shopping, Reese only gods-knew-where, doing gods-know-what (see why I needed help?), I’d taken advantage of the sun and weather and sprawled out on one of the lounges near the crisp and clean water of our in-ground oasis.<br/><br/>Only half of my attention, however, was on the sounds and the scene around me. The other half was on the phone in my hand and the blog that rolled across the screen. I’d undone my bikini top at least 20 minutes ago to bare my back to the world and keep any of those pesky tan lines from appearing, but the words I was reading made me wonder if soon, I wouldn’t have to divest myself of the bottoms as well. Simply to relieve the sexual tension that was helping me grow wetter by the second.<br/><br/>My thumb pushed the screen up farther and the next few words had me biting my lower lip, propping my sunglasses up on top of my tresses to see the sentences better.<br/><br/><em>Because I was fucking my big sister. <br/><br/>And I believe I hear her getting into the shower. She’d get mad if I don’t join her right away…  <br/><br/>I am RS. Welcome to my world. Don’t touch my things and my girls. Yes, plural. I’ll tell you about mommy and her darling wife on the next post. </em><br/><br/>Girls?! RS?! Was this…<br/><br/>Margo’s voice rang out from inside the house and interrupted my train of thought. The phone dropped to the towel in front of me as a smile grew on my face, brightening my lust-darkened eyes. My sister had arrived early. I hadn’t seen her in almost a year. Work, family, and travel seemed to always get in the way. Memories, unbidden, floated to the surface of the times we had spent together in high school and college – when rules, relationships and business didn’t matter so much as the fun we could find together.<br/><br/><em>Fucking my big sister… </em><br/><br/>“Margo! Out here, darling!” I called out, pushing off of the chaise lounge to sit up. The move no doubt exposed my breasts and flat stomach to the world, but I was in my own backyard and it was just my sister around. So who was there to see. Sitting up, I called out for her again, listening to make sure I could hear those tell-tale heels of her make their way through the house to the back deck where I was. Confident her pace was bringing her closer, I slipped my barefeet into a pair of thong sandals and stood, tugging the bikini bottoms down to fully cup my ass in a reflexive move.<br/><br/>Topless, I grinned as I watched the honey-hair of my sister appear through the sliding glass doors.<br/>