fiancee's sister

[galleon1988]

She's not technically family (yet), but I had a great experience with my fiancee's younger sister recently. We went on a 'family/couples' holiday with just us younger family members - my fiancee and me (both late 20's), her younger brother and his girlfriend, and her younger sister and her boyfriend. We went to one of the European holiday islands for a mix of sunbathing, relaxing, partying and activities.

Part way through the holiday, the others had booked to go on a horse-riding activity for half a day in the hills several miles from the resort where we were staying. I've done riding before so wasn't too bothered and my fiancee doesn't like going near horses; she says she's mildly allergic, but I think she just doesn't like them. We'd all been out the night before til quite late and had drunk a lot, meaning everyone was feeling quite hungover in the morning - so we decided we'd just spend the afternoon chilling by the pool while the others went out on their activity. After the big night out, my fiancee's younger sister Emily was in the worst state by far. By lunchtime we were all pretty much through the hangover, but she spent the morning in bed and when she did make an appearance at mid-day she looked terrible and said she still felt really unwell. It turned out her boyfriend had bought a bottle of cheap local spirits at the shop which they'd drunk half of before we even went out.

The time came for them to get the bus to the riding place, but Emily was in no fit state to go anywhere, she was back in bed and feeling like crap. Their tickets for riding were really expensive, like 70 Euros each and all pre-booked, so she said they should all just go and leave her at the apartment to recover. Shortly after they left, my fiancee and I went off to the pool, leaving Emily alone in the apartment. After about an hour, my fiancee asked if I could go back and get her other e-reader because the battery had died, some drinks from the fridge and to check on her sister. So I walked back through the complex to our apartment.

I expected Emily to still be asleep, so tried to be quiet when opening the door and walking in. But as soon as I was inside, I heard weird noises coming from down the hall. It took me a few seconds to realise it was the sound of Emily coughing and throwing up, or trying to at least, coming from the bathroom. So I went down to the bathroom to check she was OK. At this point I should probably describe Emily. She's like a younger version of my fiancee, 20, about 5"4, very slim, pretty face and dark brown hair died blonde that comes just past her shoulders. From seeing her in a bikini I'd have guessed a B cup and with a surprisingly nice/curvy ass for such a slim girl. I have to admit I've had some inappropriate thoughts about her before.

So I walked down the hall and saw the bathroom door was open, so I stepped into the doorway. To set the scene, the smell of sick was awful. She'd clearly not managed to get there quick enough as there was sick on the floor just outside the bathroom, and also some on the bathroom floor. It kind of took me back to my student days. When I got there, Emily was kneeling on the floor, her head over the toilet. The thing that made it amazing, rather than just gross, was that her sick-stained nightie was on the floor behind her. She was kneeling over the toilet in nothing but a tiny black g-string! I'd never seen her in less than a bikini before and here she was, almost naked, albeit with her hair falling forward and covering her tits at this point, as she lent her head over the toilet. So I said hey, your sister asked me to check in on you - you look in a really bad way etc. She seemed totally out of it - she's normally quite shy, but as she looked over and told me how crap she was feeling, her state of undress didn't even seem to register.

I took a plastic glass from the cupboard and poured her some water. At this point she started to wretch again, and so I said, "oh God, let me help you", so I stepped over, knelt beside her and took her loose hair in both hands and held it back behind her head as she threw, to keep it out the way. I'm pretty sure there was already some vomit in her hair. I remember doing the same for her sister when we were students together. Of course I was just being kind here; it was totally just a coincidence that holding her hair back meant it no longer covered her little tits which were now just hanging there in full view, pert and pale with a tanline in the shape of her little bikini top. I was kneeling right beside her, so could only really see her right tit, but it was gorgeous, pretty much exactly how I'd imagined it, small and very pert, but with a smaller areola than I'd have guessed. Basically a little pink jelly-drop nipple with basically no areola around it.

After a couple of minutes she stopped throwing up again, so she sat back from the toilet, with her back against the opposite wall, her legs crossed. Her hair was behind her back now, so she was literally sitting there in just the tiny g-string, giving me a full view of her tits. I tried my best not to stare at them, but luckily she was still pretty spaced out. What made me stare even more was the fact her left tit was so different from her right - definitely a little larger, more of a pointy shape and the nipple was really puffy. A tiny jelly-drop with no areola vs a big puffy nipple/areola. I know girls' boobs are supposed to not be identical, but I've never seen such a difference on a girl before. So we talked for a few minutes while she drank the water and I basically just stared at her little tan-lined boobs.

She was quite apologetic but seemed grateful for the company - "really sorry you're seeing me in this state, I never get this drunk, thanks for staying with me for a bit". I assured her it was totally fine and figured at this point I should probably offer to get her a fresh top, because she might start to think I was taking advantage of the free show. To my amazement she declined. "I've already barfed on my nightie so I don't want to ruin anything else and when I've stopped spewing I'm gonna have to shower anyway. Probably best you don't tell my sister you've seen me in my undies, or James (her boyfriend) - he gets really weird about other guys and stuff". "Oh, God..." she started wretching again and lent forward to the toilet, so I quickly got behind her and held back her hair again. From behind I now had the perfect view of her white ass, which was fully exposed in such a tiny g-string. It was so hard not to squeeze it! She was in such a state - I realised at this point she must've sat in a bit of the sick on the floor as there was some on her ass cheek. Kind of spoiled the moment a little....but only a little. I said kind of jokingly "oh wow, things must've been bad, you even have some on your ass - how did you even manage that!"
"Oh god it's everywhere, I think I spewed in the all as well, everyone's gonna flip if I can't get rid of the smell by the time they're home. This is like, hands down, the lowest point of my year." "Is there much on my ass? Is it on my leg as well? I think I sort of sat in a bit when I first came in here". I exaggerated a little and said with a bit of a laugh "there is a bit, yeah. Don't see any on your leg, but I think your pants might have taken some".

"Eugh, this is actually gross. Did my sister ever get in this state?" I reassured her that her sister had had some pretty heavy nights - and hangovers, and that it was nothing I hadn't seen before. With that, she said "sorry, you're just gonna not have to be embarrassed; you're basically family anyway". For a second, I didn't know what she meant, but then she reached down to her waist, put her legs out straight, lifted her bum off the floor and slid the g-string off. Polite little Emily was now actually sitting there, in front of her sister's fiance, completely naked. "I'm literally gonna have to bin this stuff, I'm NOT taking it back in a suitcase smelling of vomit". Her legs were close together, so not the perfect view, but it was obvious she'd been clean shaven for the holiday with a bit of very short brown stubble now starting to grow back. She knelt up to the toilet again, so I got behind her again and held back her hair. It was difficult to get a good look between her legs as she bent over forward, but I took in as much of that view as I could. Completely bare ass right in front of me, lips just about visible between her legs. She seemed to have run out of sick now, so she said she was going to take a shower.

Obviously I wanted to stay, but I genuinely had no reason to without it being completely obvious that I was just checking her out, and I was worried my fiancee would come looking for me anyway, so I said I'd leave her to it. By this point she was standing, so I got a nice full frontal view while she thanked me for being so nice, before she turned round to adjust the shower. Being someone who worries a bit, as I left I said "glad you're OK. Like you said, probably best we gloss over this incident if anyone asks!"