Big Tits on Lil Sis

I fell out with my family when I was 18, give or take. Dropped out of college to go work to support a girlfriend. Not a great decision in retrospect, but in the intervening years before I finally went back to school, I learned a lot about myself.

First and foremost, that I was pretty much addicted to masturbating.

I was just good-looking enough to get laid occasionally, especially my first year back at school, but even when I was bagging girls on the reg, I'd still have to get myself off two or three times a day. Either with Internet porn or girlfriend nudes, or plain old movie nude scenes, I always needed at least a little time to myself every day. It kept the stress off my back.

I was 21 when I finally gave up and went back to school, and my parents would talk to me again. They were so pleased I'd gotten back on the education wagon and were hoping to reconnect in a big way, so as means of a grand gesture to bring the family back together, they arranged to pick me up right after my last exam to take the whole family out to a cabin we used to rent when we were all much younger.

It was actually really nice to see them after so long. My Dad had gotten a little greyer and grown out a bit of a beard (probably especially for the camping trip), and my Mom's eyes sagged a little but her tits were still lithe and perky. Not that I was especially into her or anything, but a red-blooded male notices. We're a very photogenic family.

But the biggest change was definitely Sam, my little sister. She was just 15 when I left, and now freshly 18 was suddenly stacked out of nowhere. Even bigger than Mom. Mom was a full C-Cup and pushing a D on a good day, but Sam (whom I last saw looking petite and kind of boyish) was still short and thin but now also sporting very full double Ds pushed up in a nice dark underwire bra and stretching the fabric of her yellow tank top. She was third in line to hug me, but first in my heart, and I definitely appreciated the feel of her breasts on my chest.

"Hey brother," she said. She looked right at me and I saw how blue her eyes were, with their pretty little yellow suns around her pupils. "I missed you. It's good to see you."

"Yeah," I said, "Likewise."

Pleasantries aside, we didn't spend much time catching up before hitting the road. I was studying pretty far south of my old family home, and that meant the road to the cabin was a 19-hour straight shot north past rock and tree and water damn near to the tip of James Bay. We planned to drive in shifts, and my Dad being tired from work, and my Mom having handled the 7-hour drive to pick me up, I was first at the wheel for a long overnight haul.

My Mom squeezed in the seat behind me, my dad was in the passenger seat because he had the longest damn legs, and my five-foot nothing little sister tugged snugly in behind him. My Mom fell asleep pretty soon after I hit the highway, and my dad and I made small talk trying to catch up while I drove. I could tell he was stressed from work, and really needed the vacation. It made me happy to think I was helping to relieve him. Even he didn't make it too long in the car before passing out.

I'd driven a while in silence before I heard Sam speak up behind me. I'd figured she'd fallen asleep with Mom. The two of them were always close, and while she and I got along when we lived together, it was mostly a friendship of proximity. We'd play video games together when neither of our friends were around.

"I really missed you brother," she said. "How's school? You know, now that you're actually going again."

"It's good," I said. "Fun. Worthwhile. How's school for you?"

She sighed.

"It's high school, so pretty much none of those things."

"Yeah," I laughed, "It's a zoo in there."

"I know," she said, "I got to see the cruel side." When I didn't say anything, she continued, "It probably would have been nice to have a big brother around to stand up for me."

"I didn't mean anything by leaving, Sam. I wish I could have helped you."

"Yeah, well, I guess I just missed you is all."

"It gets better. You'll have a better time when you get to college."

"Will you tell me about it?" she asked, "I applied to your school, actually. As my safety school, though."

"Haha," I laughed sarcastically. "Yeah, I'll tell you about it."

"Good," she said, "Later though. I'm beat. I'll see you in the morning."

I watched her through the rearview mirror. By the glow of the dashboard lights, I saw her reach in under her shirt and unclasp her bra from behind. I watched as her huge boobs fell free into their natural hang under the stretched-thin fabric of her tank. I don't think she saw me watching her in the mirror, and she drifted off pretty quickly after, leaving her soft-looking little face breathing moisture against her window.

I drove on alone in the night with titties on my mind.

***

My dad took over at a rest-stop breakfast pretty early in the morning, and I spent the day making up what restless sleep I could stuffed tightly in the passenger seat in front of Sam. I drifted in and out of sleep watching the monotony of Northern Canada slip by me mostly unremarked, and when Mom took her turn at the wheel I had to crawl into the seat behind her because my Dad was too tall to even try and fit in back. I guess I was a little more comfortable, because I dozed off pretty heavily there and when I was finally shaken awake I had to peel my head off my sister's hard shoulder.

"You two look so cute," Mom gushed, "Just like old times. Like a family again."

It was very late in the evening for an arrival, so we cooked a small meal on the woodstove before we split to our rooms for the night.

The cabin we rented was just small and remote enough to be affordable: one tiny bathroom with a stand-up tin shower, two little bedrooms, and a kitchen with a wood stove and dining table. Without much thought, we defaulted to our old sleeping arrangements, even though that meant Sam and I would be sharing the same little room we hadn't shared in ten or so years, before Sam had even hit puberty. Needless to say, we were both accustomed to a little more privacy since then. I was comfortable just knocking off in my boxers, but having slept most of the day, I wasn't quite ready to fall asleep just yet. I stayed under my bedside lamp with a book while Sam changed in the bathroom.

I couldn't help but look up when I heard her come into the room. Cue the jaw drop. She stepped in wearing only a thin little camisole that hung just a few inches below her waist. It was pinkish, or kind of closer to off-white, and it clung tightly to her large breasts, outlining their shape nicely. I was sure in better lighting and with an unabashed stare I'd be able to make out the shapes of her nipples. I watched her like she moved in slow motion, and as she leaned forward to pull back her bed sheets I saw just the hint of her black panties outlining her taut little bottom. I felt a stirring in my boxers and had to adjust my position lying on my stomach so as not to hurt my hardening cock.

"You don't still snore, do you?" she asked, crawling into her bed sheets.

"I don't know. I never have anyone around long enough to tell me. Why?"

"I'm just a really light sleeper is all," she said, "And I'd really like to get a good night's rest."

She pulled her blankets up over her, and I watched as her breasts pressed together as her arms closed up in front of her.

Now cue the tension. Two whole days, give or take, and without even one moment to myself to relieve my stress. And now here I am, lying with my own boner making itself known and the object of its degraded lust a mere few feet from its pronounced tower, and me forbidden to make any noise at all. I couldn't concentrate on the novel anymore. All I could think about was how her breasts had felt pressed against my chest, the memory of them falling comfortably from her bra in the backseat, the little peak of her behind in her modest panties. The staggering cleavage just presented, deep and tan and begging for my cock to be rubbed between. I tried in vain to rub myself silently, but that only frustrated me further as I longed for the deep release of an uninhibited jerk session. All in vain. I fell asleep to my unfulfilled fantasies, hoping to live them out in my dreams.

***

A hard knock on the bedroom door woke me the next morning. Sam was already gone. It must have been later than I thought, but when my dad told me the time and demanded me to rise, I shook my head at how unfairly early it was. I had planned on a vacation.

Sam and Mom were already making breakfast on the woodstove, and Dad was happily planning our activities out for the day. He made out like this whole vacation was to be about getting back to nature, but I got the impression he was mostly pleased to be getting the family back together. He sure seemed keen to bond with me. He was rambling off an itinerary for my whole day.

"First," he said, between mouthfuls of oatmeal and eggs, "We're going to portage the canoe up to the old fishing spot, you remember Chris? We can scavenge for kindling and chop a few logs while we're up there, cast out a few lines, and then ride the current back in the canoe with our supplies. Sound good, boy?"

"Yeah, dad," I said, "It does." Which it did, really, but it didn't afford me any private time at all, and guessing from how Mom and Sam were dressed, they weren't likely to be nearly as busy that day. They worked over the stove in just bikinis and thin wraps.

"What about you girls? Anything exciting planned for today?" I almost laughed.

"Not for us," Mom said, "We're just going to lay out by the river. Catch some sun. You can wake us when you get back with dinner."

"Some vacation," Dad harrumphed, "Laying around all day doing nothing. Enjoy it while you can girls; I'm going to make sure you're pulling your weight before the end of this trip."

Sam cleared his empty plate from in front of him. "Did you enjoy your breakfast, Dad?" she asked snarkily.

"Damn straight," he said, not biting for a second. "Now come on, boy. Let's go catch our girls some dinner."

We portaged 4.5 km up a well-trodden path. At least the distraction of the physical labour kept my mind off my backed-up blue balls, but the haul took its toll on my shoulders. Once we reached the nook in the river where Dad had always sworn the best Walleye fishing was, we set the canoe down on the beach and rested a few minutes. Dad took the opportunity to offer me some token questions about school, and share some new work stories that sounded just the same as all his old work stories, only more disconnected.

We split off, gathering dried scrap wood and hacking small trees with broad axes. I shamefully admit that I was tempted to jerk off alone in the woods to some exciting memory. Dad hadn't put a shirt on the whole time and his body glistened with sweat. His body had gotten a little soft, but his muscular frame showed through his gut and his dense chest hair. Dad was like a bear, and nature was his place. He camped like he was a man out of last century, meant to live by it, and he loved it like it was the only life he had.

Once we'd loaded the canoe up with firewood, Dad set his rod right up and cast it out into the weeds where he swore the biggest fish liked to eat.

"Get your feet in the water, boy," he encouraged me, and I followed him and cast off. I hadn't fished in a long time and my shoulders were sore from the portage, but I kept in shape and I could still cast a longer line than he could. We caught a few small fish, but nothing like he'd been talking up.

"They don't know what's good for them," he said, "If I was a big fish, this right here is where I'd eat."

After a few hours and a bucket full of small fish, we shoved off in the canoe to let the slow current bring us back home downriver. It was the easiest part of the day. We cast our lines out, closed our eyes, and relaxed in the canoe, keeping a hand on our rods in case a dream fish came biting. Dad even surprised me by splitting a six-pack with me along the way. It was the first time we'd ever drank together, and the beer took the extra energy out of me. I fell asleep, the bait on my line unbitten.

***

"Land ho," My dad called from the back of the canoe to wake me up. He'd reeled in his line, and was guiding our way in with his oar from the back. I opened my eyes, and saw my mother and sister lying on the beach in their bikinis. They looked up as they heard my dad shouting, and sat up on their elbows. Again, the sheer size of Sam's breasts in her bikini top caught my eye. They looked like little planets, wrapped up in stringy fabric but yearning to breathe free. They hung heavily on her chest above her toned stomach, and I felt my cock react to the sight of her. I felt an uncomfortable night coming on.

Sam yawned and stretched, her breasts riding high and proud on her chest and glistening in the sun. Then she lay back down. Mom, however, stood up and ran into the water to meet our canoe. She ran with her knees up out of the water, and her breasts bounced as she slogged into the water waist deep. She grabbed the rope at the front of the canoe and started pulling us ashore, and I couldn't help but sneak a glimpse at her white bikini top. It had gone nearly transparent from the splashing, and I could just make out the little buttons of nipples poking through the fabric. I was quickly hardening, and so as not to make a show of it, I jumped into the water up to my waist.

"Here, Mom, let me get it," I said as I took the rope from her. I wrapped it over my shoulder and slowed down. I didn't want to rush out of the water just yet, given the state of my erection.

"Thanks, Chris," she said. "Did you catch dinner?"

"You bet we did," Dad boasted from behind, "The biggest fish your pretty little self will ever see. Tow us in, boy! Faster!"

I was in no rush. I watched as my Mom walked out of the river, watched her sweet sleek ass as it emerged from the water dripping wet. I meandered along, hoping the cold would take its natural effect on my stiff cock.

As I passed my waist, I turned and faced the river and pulled with my hands in front of my hard member, hoping to keep my little secret. I pulled the boat ashore, and got on my knees to help my Dad unload. Dad yanked the bucket out and laid it out at my sister's ankles.

"Bring it in," he said, "And skin and clean it. Chris and I are going to chop kindling for a fire. You're in charge of dinner tonight."

Sam wordlessly did as she was told, and I watched her as she stood up and stretched herself full length. She was wearing a black bikini that barely contained her breasts, but the bottoms were even tinier. They clung to her ass so tightly that I could almost count the grains of sand she had stuck in her crack from laying out all day. I watched her wiggle her way up to the cottage, still unloading wood from the canoe.

After an hour or so, Mom and Sam came out to us with our dinner. We watched the sun go down while we ate. Mom and dad had their fish with a white wine pairing, while Sam and I split another six-pack. If I'd have been allowed to drink with the family at 18, I might never have left. I wondered if they were being more lenient with her so that she wouldn't run off like I did.

The fire burned down, and so did our energy as the drinks got on top of us. I tried to excuse myself early to go relieve some tension, but Dad insisted on the family being together until he had finished the bottle of wine and by then the moon was high on the river. We all said goodnight, and I ran quickly to the bedroom while Sam went to change in the bathroom.

Despite being exhausted, I tried to rub out a quickie while I finally had some free time. I hadn't been two whole days backed up in as long as I could remember, and hadn't even thought what I might do with the load I shot. I just needed to get it out of me. But even faster than I could finish, Sam marched into the room, wearing only her little camisole that barely covered her panties. I had to roll away from the door and pull the blankets up quickly to avoid getting caught.

If she saw me, she didn't say anything. She bounced over into her bed, looking cheery as ever, and hopped in.

"It sure is nice to have you back with the family," she said, "It's nice not to be the centre of attention all the time."

"Yeah? I'd have figured you'd like being the centre of attention."

"What's that mean?"

"Nothing, just nothing. Go to sleep."

"What's wrong?" Sam asked.

"Nothing's wrong. I just want you to go to sleep is all."

"I want you to tell me about college, though!" she whined, "What's it like?"

"College is fine. It's great."

"Well what do you like best about it?"

"Being away from the family. Living on my own. Privacy," I said curtly. She rolled over to her bed and faced me. I could see her pouting under her lamplight.

"What's wrong with you?" she asked, "Why won't you talk to me?"

"Nothing's wrong."

"You haven't said one word to me all day."

"Nothing's wrong," I said again, "I'm just a little stressed out is all. It's weird getting back to this."

"To what?"

"To family. To not having privacy. To not ever being alone."

"Well why would you want to be alone?"

"Just for stuff, you know. Reasons."

"What reasons?"

"Can't you just be quiet? I'm just stressed out is all."

"Okay," she said, and the she was quiet. She rolled over onto her back and looked pensively at the ceiling. I noticed because I was still sporting a chubby and watching her breasts loll about on her chest.

"Is it about me?" she finally asked, "You were fine with Mom and Dad."

"It's not about you. It's about privacy. I just want some me time."

She didn't say anything for a while, and when I thought she was asleep I started rubbing myself as silently as I could.

"Is it because you need to jerk off?" she asked.

"What?" I asked, stopping immediately.

"Because you can, if you want. I can hear you anyways. I won't look."

"Sam, that's weird," I said. "I can't jerk off with you in the room. Not knowing you know about it."

"Do you want me to leave?"

"No," I said, "It's fine."

"Just go ahead and jerk off," she said, "If it'll make you be less of a jerk to me."

"I don't mean to be a jerk, Sam."

"Well you are. So fine. Rub one out. I'll leave or I won't watch or whatever. Just get over it already."

"I'm sorry, Sam. I really don't mean to be a jerk. I'm just used to kind of having time to myself, and getting backed up is kind of stressing me out."

"Backed up?" she asked.

"Well, I'm not meeting my usual schedule. And I'm kind of missing lots of opportunities."

Sam rolled over to face me again. "Because of me?" she asked.

"Yeah," I said, "A little bit because of you."

"Are you turned on because of me? I saw you checking me out on the beach."

"A little, yeah. It's just I haven't seen you in so long, and Jesus! Where did those tits come from?"

She smiled and rolled over on her back, admiring her form. "I know, right?" she said, "Even Mom was surprised."

"They're huge," I said, "I'm a tit man, and they look fantastic. They're really distracting when I can't get even a minute to myself to whack off."

She laughed. "Well, thank you. They are fantastic. I meant it when I said you could jerk off, you know. I won't watch." One step ahead of her, I was still rubbing myself under my blanket. I had kicked my boxers off and was sporting full wood.

"It's hard to jerk off to just nothing," I said, "I usually look at pictures or something."

"Look at me," she said, rolling onto her side and striking a pose. She put her arm up by her head, and her breasts ran together, emphasizing her cleavage. I started rubbing quicker at the sight.

"You don't think this is weird?" I asked, openly staring.