Lorie's Awakening – Chapter 1
Jamaica
Looking out my window, the blue water shimmered in the sun as we began our initial decent to Sangster International Airport. Fortunate to have been seated in first class, I had enjoyed some minimal conversation with the gentleman seated next to me. His English was very broken, and he was rather hard to understand, but I was able to understand that his name was Shawn, he was a native of Jamaica and was very grateful to have a first class seat to fit his 6' 8” body into.
Seated across the aisle was my sister Lorie, who had a row to herself. Some would consider her “stand-offish”, but she was really just quite shy and quiet, preferring to spend time alone reading a book.
Lorie and I had never been close. At 37 years of age, she was 5 years younger than me, but would pass for someone in their mid-20's. She was barely over 5' tall with fair skin, light freckles and blond hair. That pretty much describes me to. We had both been married for 20 years.
Some clients of Lorie's (she worked in a CPA firm) had offered her use of their condo in Montego Bay, Jamaica for three days, along with two first class tickets. When she originally asked me to go I said no. The two of us had never gone anywhere together, and I really had no interest. Lorie would not take no for an answer, saying “Lainey (my name is actually Laine) it would be good for the two of us to begin spending some time together, and I really, really want to go.” Honestly, I was intrigued that she would even consider a trip like this, so I agreed I would go.
Lorie's clients, who were from Jamaica, had arranged for someone to pick us up at the airport and take us to the condo. He was quite chatty about his country and the time passed quickly. The condo was stunning, and located right on the water. There was a common living area, with two separate bedrooms, each with it's own patio. For the first time I thought “I'm glad I made this trip.”
“Lorie, let's take a quick swim before we grab something to eat – just look at that water!”
Being away from home and in the Caribbean, I had decided to be a little adventurous and had bought two new brazilian-cut swimsuits. Looking at myself in the mirror, I was glad that my faithful workout routines allowed me to wear such clothing at the age of 42. I found myself thinking “maybe I could go home with no tan lines if I could find a somewhat private beach.” Wrapping the new sheer black wrap around my waist, I walked to the living room. Lorie simply had an oversized black t-shirt over her swimsuit.
Two young men grabbed us a couple of beach chairs as soon as we got to the beach. I untied my wrap and sat down, glancing up at Lorie. Stunned would be a good word for my reaction, as she pulled the t-shirt over her head – wearing what I would describe as a micro-thong bikini – I had never seen her in any swimwear other than a very, very modest one-piece! She smiled at me, asking “do you like it?” While I did, I am sure others would like it even more.
We spent one of the most enjoyable days ever together, alternately laying in the sun and swimming, grabbing a light lunch at the tiki hut bar and chatting about when we were kids. Later in the afternoon, Lorie began to open up more, indicating that their was maybe some dis-satisfaction within her and Danny's marriage; maybe some sexual issues. I did not want to pry, but just listened – I guess like a big sister should.
Eventually, Lorie headed back to our condo to get ready for dinner, while I decided to take one more swim before getting ready. Floating lazily in the water, I thought about the changes in Lorie – her confidence in the little thong she wore on the beach, and not bothering with a cover-up while we sat at the tiki bar. And about her openly discussing her marital concerns with me – it appears that sex, or lack of it, was a primary concern.
Heading back to our place, Lorie surprised me again. I could clearly see her standing with her back to the open patio door of her room, combing her shoulder length blonde hair – totally nude. This was a different Lorie from the one I had known all my life. I stood and watched for a few moments, noticing for the first time there was virtually no difference in our bodies – 36C cups, slender waists and firm butts. Along with the freckles and blonde hair, no wonder people thought we were twins. Hearing a couple of guys walking by mentioning the “little beauty in the condo” kind of startled me, and I went to my room.
Dinner together was very nice, with Lorie again chatting openly. To my surprise, after dinner two gentlemen walked to our table and asked us to join them for an after dinner drink. I was surprised that Lorie knew then – they were her clients that had arranged the trip – I did not realize they would be here. Conversation was enjoyable, but it had been a very long day, with the flight, time spent in the sun, dinner and a couple glasses of wine, we we excused ourselves to go back to our condo.
Lorie went to her room, while I decided to take a short walk on the beach – there was a full moon and the stars were beautiful.
Arriving back at our place a short time later I noticed the curtains blowing out of the open patio doors of Lorie's room. With the full moon and what appeared to be some candles in her room, I could see her quite clearly as she began undressing slowly, finally stepping out of her panties. As I started for my room I thought “surely she is not going to bed while leaving the patio doors open.”
It was then that I noticed another person was in her room, a man stepping out of the shadows wearing only a pair of white undershorts, who I recognized as one of her clients we had a drink with at the restaurant. I should have continued to my room, but instead sat down on one of the patio sofas, watching what was about to unfold. Walking across the room, he took her in his arms, leaning to kiss her as she stood on her toes.
There was no question in my mind at that point that Samuel – that was his name – was going to fuck Lorie. Or Lorie was going to fuck him – I guess it works both ways.
Kissing her neck, he worked his way to her breasts, running his tongue over her nipples. I could hear her gasp as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders. Then pushing her to her knees, she pulled his shorts down – once again gasping as his cock was released. My only thought was “now way can she handle that……”
Picking her up like a feather, the put her on the end of the bed. Dropping to his knees, Samuel buried his head between her legs, working his mouth, his tongue on her pussy. I noticed that she was totally shaved, surprising me. Lorie did not last long, breathing more rapidly, hands twisting the sheets, before she began whimpering, her body shaking with an orgasm. Within moments Lorie was ready again, her hips thrusting against his mouth, his tongue, her head turning side to side as she came again. Samuel did not stop until he had brought her to even another orgasm, this time with Lorie screaming loudly.
As Samuel rose to his feet I could see Lorie laying on the bed, legs spread, her body glistening from the tropical heat. She looked totally spent, but Samuel was just beginning.
Taking his cock in his hand, he slapped it on her mound, stroking his cock as it grew harder, bigger. I could then hear Lorie talking, begging “Fuck me. Fuck me. Please, please fuck me Samuel. Oh god please!”
Samuel, keeping Lorie at the edge of the bed, grabbed two pillows, placing them under her head so that she could see him penetrate her. Taking his cock in one hand he began rubbing it up and down her slit. With the other hand he rolled her clit around between his fingers. Heels on the bed, Lorie was raising, thrusting her hips up to him. “Fuck me now. Please, please fuck me now. Please fuck me Samuel” she begged.
Incredibly I found myself wet, touching my panties with my fingers under my dress. Somewhat ashamed of watching my sister begging this this man to fuck her. But I was unable to pull myself away.
Spreading Lorie's legs wide, Samuel positioned his cock at the lips of her pussy, pushing the head in as she let out a quiet scream. Continuing to work his cock in, rocking slowly back and forth. Lorie begged “Please – all of you. I want to feel all of you now!”
Samuel slid his hands under her butt, grabbing her cheeks in his hands, pulling her up to him. Then with one strong push he buried his cock all the way into her. Her head raised from the pillows, wide eyed, Lorie screamed as his immense cock disappeared inside her.
How this small, petite girl handled what must have been 9” caused me to gasp. At that moment, someone put their hand on my shoulder, scaring the hell out of me. Turning, I realized it was Gary, Lorie's other client.
“What are you doing? How long have you been here?” I was more stunned than mad.
“Laine, I was already sitting on the patio when you sat down. You probably did not see me because of the shadows. Your sister appears to be an incredibly sexy woman. Actually, I thought it more likely that was you, you look so much alike, until I heard Sam call her Lorie.”
I started to stand and go to my room, but Gary put his hand on my shoulder and eased me back onto the sofa. Glancing back at Lorie's bedroom I saw that they had reached a rhythm, Lorie's hips pulling down as Samuel pulled his cock almost totally out, then as he drove back in, she raised her hips to meet him. Spellbound, I watched as Gary sat down beside me.
Samuel seemed to know just how and when to bring Lorie to an orgasm, as her arms would reach out, hands grabbing the sheets, her head whipping side to side. Then finally, her legs extended into the air, shaking as her toes curled, before beginning a low moan before letting loose with a scream.
And Samuel never stopped fucking her through these orgasms, bringing on one after another. Finally, raising her hips tightly to him, his pace quickened and the expression on his face changed. “No, no please do not come inside me. Please please” she implored. But Samuel was too far gone to stop now, as his body tensed and he released, seemingly pumping harder and harder as Lorie let out a final scream before collapsing.
Samuel got off the bed and walked to the bathroom, while Lorie walked to the open door. I could see the wetness glistening between her legs, running down her legs. Surprisingly she did not see two people sitting there in the darkened area of the patio. Or she did not care.
(will be continued)
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