A pair of roller-blades and a skimpy bikini

"What the...?" you mutter, staring at a bunch of strings. Three somewhat banana-shaped pieces of fabric are in the midst of those strings, and as you sort it out you realize the longer one is for the crotch and the others the breasts. But the strings... Right, a string from the front and back of the thong meet at the underside of each breast, while a string from the top ties around the neck. (http://bikiniflirt.com/silverb001.jpg)(http://bikiniflirt.com/turquoiseb001.jpg).

"Wow!" is all you can say, staring at yourself in the mirror. These sudden incestuous feelings you've never had before are weird but you're not about to complain. It's probably just a dream, after all.

"Now how to get to the beach?" you wonder aloud, just as your eyes alight on a pair of inline skates at the back of the closet. You didn't know your sister skated, but here's a pair of rollerblades, a helmet, and some pads. You don't like the idea of covering her body but it would be fun to see the guys gawk as you sped by and you don't want to damage the merchandise if you fall. It might wake you up.

"Okay, so transportation and clothes covered. What else?" Again you look around, mentally ticking off things that you would bring to a beach. Sunscreen, sunglasses, towel, hat, change of clothes...

You're not sure about trying to carry all that on rollerblades and decide to just oil up here. You can always borrow things at the beach, you're sure. Other than sunglasses. You'll grab a pair that fit under the helmet... Ohhh, maybe you'll put your hair in a pony-tail first. You love pony-tails.

You gather your hair up behind you and pick up something that looks like it'd be be able to hold your hair, fastening it below what the helmet will cover.

Hair done you ponder sunscreen. Where would she have sunscreen? There doesn't seem to be any in her room...

"Aha!" you smile, and gathering the skating gear and the unikini you head downstair, pausing at the door to the backyard. You gulp a few times as you gather your courage, then scurry out to the deck chairs, where a bottle of sunscreen awaits.

Feeling bold and adventurous (and excited as hell) you drop your gear and pick up the bottle of oil, squirting generous amounts on your body and into your palms. Your hands rubbing across your slick skin under the hot sun and the kissing brush of the warm wind makes your nipples stand out and your breath begin to tremble.

Forgetting the location you squeeze more and more oil onto your breasts, squeezing and rubbing them while tweaking and pulling the solid nipples that adorn them. God these tits are perfect, you think, rolling their nipples with your fingers. It's with great **** that you leave them alone and **** yourself to smear the oil on other bodyparts, even your face.

You deliberately avoid your pubic area, leaving that for last as you oil your feet and work your way up, circling around to your butt, smacking it a few times because, well, you're a guy after all, and it's such a smackable ass.

Then your hands circle her hips to the front, and your rub just above her pussy. A grin crosses your face as your fingers brush through the thin black landing strip, evidence that your sister is a bottle-blond.

The grin fades as your fingers inch down to your thighs, your body trembling as your squirt another dollop of oil on your hands. Slowly, so slowly, you bring your fingers up toward your slit, letting the fingers brush along between your thighs and your slit.

"Oh Goddd....." you moan, shivering inside like it's winter, but feeling oh-so-hot, ready to explode as your fingers lightly trail oil along your slit, pausing at the last moment as you feel yourself ready to peak.

The temptation to finish yourself is so strong, so overwhelming, but you can't help but entertain the most evil of thoughts. With your sister so close to coming, so aroused that she'd put a mink in heat to shame, why not send her out into the world like this?