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She came bouncing down the stairs all ready to go to the gym, and god, she looked stunning. I'm talking about my sister, Tami. She's been after me for a month to take her to the gym with me so she can get in shape for the summer, not that she really needs to. She looks great to me the way she is, although, at 18 and a senior is high school, she is a 'late bloomer,' as mom constantly says, which drives Tami crazy. She's a little on the thin side, but still looks great. I think it's her face that sets her off. She has a beautiful face with the most appealing blue eyes I've ever seen, and an awesome ass. For her birthday last week I gave her a present of three months as her personal trainer at the private gym where I work.

For most of her life, Tami was a gymnast, and had the body to go with it, except she was a little tall. At five feet nine, she towered over the other girls in her class, so she dropped out a couple years ago and had lost some of the body tone she had when she was active. That's what she wants to get back, as well as to gain a little weight, especially in her breasts, which are still quite small.

I'm three years older than Tami. In high school I was a wrestler, and always took good care of my body and kept in shape, and still work out regularly. When I graduated from high school three years ago I went to a local college and took classes to be a personal trainer and nutritionist, and when I finished the course, I got the job at the gym. The owner was my wrestling coach, Mike, and he encouraged me to take the courses and work for him. It pays well, and during the past two years I've managed to build up a good client base; good enough to move out and into my own apartment, which is not far from the gym. I manage the gym when Mike's at school during the day, and he takes over in the evening. I like the hours; I work Monday through Friday, eight to four, and two or three evenings during the week. He gets in around four, and I can leave, but I usually schedule a few clients during the evening. He pays me a good salary, and the clients pay the regular membership fee and my fee, so it works out well for both of us. He's also paying for my class to become a massage ther****t, so I can add that to my regular duties once I complete the course.

I told him what I wanted to do for Tami, and he gave her a three month free membership. If she continued using the gym after that, he said that he would give her a good discount and wouldn't charge the standard initiation fee. He's a really good guy, and it was because of his generosity that I was able to give this gift to my sister. I offered to continue helping him with the wrestling team, especially during tournaments when he needs me. We have a good working relationship and friendship.

"Let's get started!" Tami exclaimed as she gave me a hug in appreciation and headed out the door to the car. Yea, she looked good from behind. She was wearing black leotards and a pink sweater, and had her light blond hair pulled back and tied, showing off her beautiful face. Her hair normally falls down to her shoulders and I like it better that way, but this was good for the gym.

"Tomorrow I can drive myself; mom will be home and said that I can use the car."

"I don't mind picking you up. It's not that far from the gym, and it gives me a little break," I replied.

"What are we going to do first?" she asked, "I can't believe I have a personal trainer for three whole months! This is the greatest gift ever!"

I could tell she was excited to get started.

"Today will be a little boring, I'm afraid," I relied, thinking that it would be. "I need to give you a tour of the gym, have you sign a contract, and then take your measurements, set goals, and develop a work out plan that you can agree to."

"Take measurements and sign a contract? You're taking this seriously, aren't you?"

"I'm treating you just like any other client, and the contract is part of the routine. You have to keep to the contract just like anyone else."

"You don't have to take my measurements; I know what they are."

"Measurements are part of the routine. I'll have to take them, and we'll repeat them every two weeks to chart your progress. I enter everything into the computer, along with your goals, and it makes suggestions for exercises and other things to meet your goals. It's a sophisticated program, and everyone has to do it, Tami. Besides, the diagnostic plan is free, so you should take advantage of it."

"Ok, this is so exciting. I haven't felt this way since I gave up gymnastics. It'll be good to get back into a workout routine. Thanks again, Jason."

It only took about five minutes to arrive at the gym. We went inside and I introduced Tami to Mike, although they had already met. Tami came to many of my wrestling matches, but that was a few years back. I also went to her gymnastic meets.

"You're in good hands, Tami. Jason will take good care of you." Mike told her.

I gave Tami the tour of the facility, and had her check to make sure the women's locker room was empty before I took her in there and showed her around. Once we got back to the counter, I got out her folder, which I prepared that morning, and went over the contract with her. It called for her to commit to training at least four times a week.

After reading through its many pages, Tami said, "This all sounds good, and I promise to be your best client. Where do I sign?"

I showed her where she had to sign and initial each page. After that, we were ready to begin. I got my clip board and her client sheet and sat down with her in the lounge, and started asking her questions.

"What's your primary goal?"

"To get my athletic body back," Tami replied.

"What areas of your body do you want to improve?" I asked.

"What do you think?"

"Tami, I'm the trainer, you're the client. You tell me," I replied.

"Seriously," she said, sorta sheepishly, "What do you think needs improved?"

"Seriously?" I asked. "Well, first I would work on developing your arms and legs to regain the muscle tone you've lost over the past two years of inactivity."

"Inactivity? I've been active, Jason. Just not as active as I once was."

"Yeah, but you haven't been working out like you were."

"Do I look that bad to you?"

"No, you look great, you just need some toning up, that's all."

"What else should I work on?"

"Well, how are your abs?" I asked, noting that with the leotards I couldn't see them.

"They need some work, too," she replied, noting that she feels she's gotten a little flabby.

"We can do that. Anything else?"

"Boobs. They're still the size they were when I was in gymnastics, which isn't very big. Can you do anything about them?" she asked.

"We can work on that. I'll want to put you on a weight regiment with a supplement to help you add a few pounds, and do some targeted exercises and work out routines to, well let's say, add the weight in the right places."

"You can do that?" she asked.

"We can try, Tami. We'll see what we can do."

We talked a few more minutes, and then I suggested that we get her measurements.

"Do we have to do that?" she asked, "I mean out here in public and all?"

"We could do the measurements in my office if you'd rather," I suggested. I had done that with some other clients in the past. I took Tami into my office, showed it to her, and then suggested that we get started.

"Where are you going to start?" she asked.

"I usually begin at the bottom and work my way up," I said, kinda laughing at her nervousness, which was also a reflection of my own. It's different taking the measurements of a stranger than it is my own sister. For some reason, I was also a bit nervous as I got out my tape and started.

"I'll begin with your calves, then your thighs and hips," I said as I knelt down on one knee to take the measurement of my sister's lower legs. I reached out and placed one hand on the back side of my sisters leg, and as I did that, something went through my body. I wasn't sure what it was, but it was an awesome feeling. My hand lingered on my sister's leg much longer than necessary, and she noticed.

"How long does it take to do a stupid measurement?"

"I have to get a sense of, ah, a sense of the tone of your legs as well as the measurements, so I have to feel them too," I replied, trying to think of something that might explain why I was feeling her leg.

I did this to both of her lower legs, wrote down the measurements, and then went on to her thighs.

When I looked up at my sister, my face was about even with her crotch, and I saw the most beautiful camel toe ever. Her lips were protruding under her leotards, making a distinctive and visible outline of her pussy. I also noticed that her leotards were tight against her skin, signaling that she had little if any pubic hair. The things you notice when you're taking someone's measurements.

I didn't move my hands to my sister's thighs, I slid them up her legs, feeling the softness of her skin as I felt my way up to the bottom of her leotard, which was about one-third of the way down her thigh.

As I slid my hands up her leg, I noticed that she broke out in goose bumps, indicating that she was enjoying this as much as I was.

When I got my hands to the middle of her thighs, I massaged them for a second or two.

"I just need to get a sense of the muscle tone of your thighs," I said, barely able to get the words out.

I knew that I was going to have a problem now, because as I felt my sister's thighs, I also started to get hard, and there was no fucking way I was going to be able to hide an erection in the exercise pants I was wearing.

Slowly, I took my tape measure and slid it around my sister's right thigh, measured it, and then recorded the measurement. I repeated the process with her left thigh, although I took a few seconds to massage it as I did the other. God her skin felt so fucking good to me. I had never felt any part of my sister's body before; and never wanted to before this. This was unfolding to be the most erotic measurements I've ever taken. I felt her left thigh, front and back, and massaged it a little and looked like I was studying it, which I was; not to measuring anything but for the sensation it was giving me.

I then decided to take another measurement, one not called for on the form, and one that I had never before taken. I slid my hands up to Tami's upper thigh, just below her crotch and slowly felt the innermost part of her thigh all the was around to the lower edge of her buttocks, taking time to feel them too, and measuring each side.

Before I moved on, I took another look at my sister's camel toe, and I swear that it was more visible now, and I could also see a little wet spot right in the center.

I stood up and quickly moved behind my sister so that she wouldn't see the protrusion between my legs. I told her to let her arms reax because I needed to measure her hips.

I placed my hands on my sister's sides, just below her arm pits, and let them slide down to her waist, and then let them glide along her hips to the sides of her ass. I let them linger there for a moment, gently massaging and feeling her as If I were feeling for muscle tone.

"Nice," I said, almost beneath my breath.

"What's nice?" My sister asked.

"You're gluteal muscle tone. Very firm, which it should be at your age."

"So, that's a good thing, right?" she asked.

"Oh yes, that's a good thing, Tami. A very good thing."

I took out the tape and slid it around my sister's hips to get a measurement at the widest point. Pulling the tape around her hips, I slid my hands slowly around, feeling her ass as I took the measurement.

I then let my hands glide up the sides of my sisters hips to her waist. I took my hands and gently felt her waist, all the way around, and then took the measurement. By this time sweat was beginning to bead above my upper lip, and my cock was straining for release from my shorts. I didn't know if I would be able to finish taking the rest of her measurements.

"What's next?" Tami asked. By the tone of her voice, I could tell that this was a turn on for her, too.

"I need to measure your abdomen, your chest, your upper arms and your neck," I replied.

"Do you take this long with everyone you measure?" she asked.

"No, but I want to do a, you know, a thorough job with you, Tami," I replied.

"Thanks. This isn't as bad as I thought it would be; it's, ah, quite, ah, pleasant."

"Ok, stretch your arms straight out as I measure your abs. Breathe in," I instructed my sister.

I let both hands gently trace around my sister's abdomen. At this point I wished that she didn't have on a leotard so I could see and feel the softness of her flesh, but this would have to do.

"We'll need to get you something else to work out in, s*s. After we finish I'll take you over to the work out gear section and get you some things."

"What's wrong with what I have on?" she asked.

"Nothing, but I really need to take the measurements against your skin, and I can't get to it with what you have on."

"What do most of the girls wear to work out?"

"We sell a work out sports bra that's popular, and run up shorts to go with them. We also have a line of Ziba shorts that would look especially good on you," I replied. "You would also look great in a pair of our fitted workout shorts."

"Sounds expensive."

"Tell you what, when we finish we'll check out some things. Since it didn't cost me anything but my time for your birthday gift, it will be my treat. Besides, my employee discount cuts the price in half."

Tami we excited about this, and turned around and threw her arms around my neck and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

"Thank you so much, Jason, you're so sweet!"

Tami held the hug a little longer than I expected and as I felt her body pressing against mine I was certain that she could feel my erection as it was pressing against her crotch.

"We, ah, we need to get back to the measurements," I said to my sister as I took her arms from around my neck and turned her around so that she was again facing away from me.

"Where were we?" I asked, looking at my clip board.

"You were about to measure my abs," Tami reminded me, "but you said that you needed to do it against my skin. I don't have anything on under the leotard, so we can get that measurement the next time if you want."

"No, I'll go ahead and get it and the rest of them now, and we'll take them again the next time." That seemed to please her, and it pleased me as well. I didn't want to stop taking her measurements just yet.

I reached around to the front of my sisters abs, and gently massaged them from behind, feeling from her belly button to the bottom of her breasts through the thin fabric of her leotards. After I softly felt and massaged this area, I put my tape around her abs and took the measurement, writing it down on my sheet.

"Now, your chest," I announced as I ran my hands back up my sister's sides to the soft place below her arm pit where her tits begin. My sister's leotard had a tank top, so her skin was visible at this point, and up a couple of inches on her breast when her arms were extended. Reaching out with my finger tips, I gently touched this soft area of my sister's flesh, and let my fingers glide along the open part of her tank top, tracing a semi circle around the sides of her breasts. Again, I noticed an outbreak of goose bumps on my sister's flesh which coincided with a spurt of growth in my erection as I felt this soft area of my sister's flesh. I let my fingers linger here as I slowly moved then in a small circular motion, letting them slide a little further toward the nipple, causing a rush of panic that maybe I had taken this a little too far, so I immediately brought my hands back to her sides, causing a rapid exhale from Tami, acknowledging that the rubbing was effecting her as me.

I took out the tape and placed it around Tami's chest area, noticing that her nipples were now quite erect. I pulled the tape around to her back and took her measurement.

"What do you think?" she asked.

"About what?" I answered.

"My breasts, stupid."

"I think they're beautiful," I said without thinking.

"I mean what do you think about their size?"

"Honestly, I'm more of an ass man. I always say that when it comes to breasts, more than a mouth full's wasted anyway."

"Well, mine are hardly a mouth full, are they?"

"I haven't paid that much attention,"

"Well, you said that they're beautiful, didn't you?"

"Yeah, I did, and through the leotard they look beautiful, Tami. I've always thought you're beautiful and that goes for your body as well."

"Really? You think I'm beautiful?"

"Yeah, I do, and lets get on with the measurements, we're almost finished."

"Ok, and then we talk."

"Only two more measurements, your neck and upper arms, then we're finished."

I placed my hands around Tami's neck, and gently rubbed from the base of her neck to the front, and down her chest to the beginning of her breast, again sliding my fingers along the soft flesh of her breasts toward her nipples, going about half way.

I pulled my fingers back, causing Tami to shiver.

"Christ, that feels good. Do you do that when you give a massage?"

"Yeah, I guess so."

"I want one."

"We have to finish the measurements," I replied, taking the tape measure and placing it around her neck and recording the measurement.

"Only one more to go," I announced.

"Let your hands relax by your side as I measure your upper arm," I instructed.

I placed my hands on my sister's shoulders and massaged them for a few seconds before letting my hands glide down her arms to her finger tips, and then started moving my hands back up her arms, feeling her arms as I did so. I got to her upper arms and gave them a quick massage as I felt her flesh. As I felt her arms, my fingers also glazed across the sides of my sister's breasts, causing another stir in my groin, and by this time I was afraid that I might shoot my load in my pants. Taking my sister's measurements was a much more erotic experience than I thought it would be.

I took out the tape and measured both upper arms and recorded the measurements, and then let my hands slide down my sister's arms to her finger tips and back to her shoulders. I then let them slide down the inside of her arms while brushing against the side of her breasts on the way down and again on the way back up.

I stood behind my sister looking at her, and for the first time in my life began to have sexual feelings for her. I mean, I wanted to undress her right then. It was a very awkward moment as neither of us moved or said anything for about ten seconds, which is a long time.

Tami slowly turned around, with her face so close to mine I could feel her warm breath, and our lips were almost touching.

In a soft and seductive voice, Tami asked, "What do you, umm, what do you suggest we do now?"

Reaching up and placing my hands on her hips, knowing that this could soon get well out of hand, I replied, "I suggest we go look at some work out clothes and then I take you home."

"Ok. Can you stay for dinner? Mom suggested that I ask. She would like to have you for dinner, Jace."

Jace. My sister hadn't called me that in over a year, ever since I left home. She used that name when she wanted something, you know, when she was turning on her charms trying to get me to take her to the mall or something.

"I'd like that, too," she continued, not moving her face from mine. I was sure that she was going to kiss me, and I thought I was going to kiss her, but it didn't happen. Yet, anyway.

"Let's go look at some of those work out clothes you suggested. Maybe I can try on something and see how it looks."

We left my office and walked out to the gym. I let Tami go before me so I could make a few adjustments before I left my office, trying desperately to hide my erection. That might be difficult to explain, coming out of my office with my sister with me sporting an erection.
We walked over to the workout gear section and looked through the women's clothing area.

"Pick out something for me, Jace," Tami said. "You know, like a birthday present, and I'll wear them tomorrow."

I looked through the selection, and found the ones that I liked on the other girls who worked out here. I picked out a small, black sports bra that had several thin straps across the back rather than the one large one. I thought that would look good on her. I also picked out a pair of black Nike compression shorts and a pair of loose fitting shorts.

"How about these?" I asked.

"They look great," Tami replied.

"Go ahead and pick out a couple more tops if you want, and anything else to go with it, all my birthday present to you."

Tami picked out another sports bra, one that was more skimpy than the one I picked out.

"You may have to wear a T-shirt over that one," I said, laughing.

"I have one that's midriff; that would go well with it I think. Will they let me wear this top without the shirt?" she asked.

"Oh yeah, we'll let you wear anything you buy here. Several of the girls wear them; you'll see that once your workouts begin."

I took her items over to the counter and asked the sales girl to put them on my account. I didn't have the funds for them now, but would tomorrow. I hadn't planned on these purchases, but wanted to get some things for Tami, and get her out of those damn leotards. Yeah, it was going to be fun training my sister.

"Are you able to eat dinner with me and mom?" she asked.

"Sure, I don't have any clients tonight, so I'm free," I replied.

Tami called mom on her cell phone and told her that we'd be home shortly and that I was staying for dinner.

After the phone call, Tami insisted on trying on the sports bra and shorts I selected, and took them into the locker room. I wasn't sure if she would come back wearing them, but in a few minutes she returned wearing the sports bra and the compression shorts I picked out.

"What do you think?" she asked.

I couldn't tell her what I really thought, because she looked so fucking sexy in that outfit. God, she looked good. I had to keep reminding myself that this was my k** sister, but she didn't look like a k** anymore.

"They, ah, they look fine," I replied.

"Only fine? I was hoping for something more."

"Well, to be honest, you look very sexy in that outfit, Tami."

"Thank you!" she said as she hugged me again, thanking me several times for all the attention I was giving her.

"I'll wear these tomorrow, if you think they'll be ok."

"Yeah, they'll be ok. Do they feel comfortable?"

"Yeah, but a little more revealing than I had anticipated." Tami looked around the room at the other women, and continued, "But not any more revealing that what the other girls are wearing."

"You'll see them dressed all ways around here, but I think you'll fit right in, if that's what you want," I replied.

"Yeah, I think these will do," Tami replied as she turned to walk back into the locker room.

As she walked away, I couldn't help but look at her round ass, which was her best asset. My eyes followed her all the way to the door. Yeah, this is going to be interesting. Tami, while needing to put on a little weight, really looked good.

A few minutes later she returned and we left for the house. All the way home she thanked me stating that she was really looking forward to getting back in shape. Then she looked over at me and said, "I think it's going to be nice, you know, spending all this time with you. I really enjoyed today. Thank you again, Jace."

We pulled into the drive way and walked into the house.

Mom had dinner ready, and the three of us ate together, making small talk. Mom wanted to know about what we did at the gym and what our plans were, and we told her that Tami would work out at least four nights a week, for about an hour each night. Mom talked over her work schedule, noting that there were several afternoons that she would still be working and that I'd have to give Tami a ride, which I indicated wasn't a problem. She talked about the following week, noting that she had to work night shift, and asking if Tami could spend a couple nights at my place, with me driving her to school the following morning. This wasn't an unusual request, as Tami had spent several nights at my apartment, sleeping on the sofa, with me taking her to school the following morning. This was never a problem, although I wondered if things would be different after our experience in my office today, and with us spending so much time together. I was starting to get feelings toward my sister, feelings I'd never had before, and feelings I didn't quite understand.

"Yeah, that'll be ok," I replied, "that is, if its ok with Tami."

"Sure, its always fun spending time at your place," Tami replied while giving me a sexy grin. I was beginning to wonder if maybe Tami was feeling the same way about me. "Maybe I could just stay with you all week."

"Would she be able to do that?" mom asked. "It sure would help me out."

"Yeah, that wont be a problem at all," I replied.

After dinner, Tami and I did the dishes for mom, who went to the TV room to watch the news.

"This is really going to be great, Jace," Tami commented once mom left the room. "I'm really excited about this!" she said as she kissed me again on the cheek. "Today was really nice. Thank you for taking so much time with me, and making me feel comfortable."

"Yeah, I'm really looking forward to this, too," I replied. I thought to myself that I was really looking forward to being with my sister, much more than I had originally thought.

"I want to try on the other things, too. Will you tell me how they look?" She asked.

"Sure," I replied, eager to see Tami in the other sports bra she got, as well as the other shorts.

"Let's go upstairs and I'll try them on," she said, taking my hand and leading me upstairs. The second floor consisted of two bedrooms and a bathroom, which Tami and I had shared our whole lives. Tami went into her room, and I went into my old room, which hadn't changed since I moved out. While she was gone, I looked around my room, noticing my wrestling trophies and the many team pictures mom had hung on the walls. It was only about five minutes when Tami came through the door wearing the more skimpy sports bra she picked out, along with the other shorts.

"What do you think of these?" she asked as she paraded herself around my room, showing off her new outfit.

"God, Tami, you look fantastic!" I replied. She did, too. Although her breasts were small, the skimpy sports bra held them nicely, exposing more flesh than I though she would be comfortable with. The shorts, while more baggy than the fitted ones, were a little short, showing off her long, sexy legs.

"Are you sure this bra isn't too revealing?"

"Not for me, it isn't. You really look great!"

"Thank you. Just think how good I'll look after three months of training!"

Tami strutted back to her room and changed into a pair of shorts and a T-shirt before returning. I was sitting on the side of the bed when she returned, and Tami came over and sat down beside me.

"Can I ask you something, Jace?"

"Sure," I replied.

"Do you really not mind if I stay at your place next week, or did you just say that for mom's sake?"

"No, I really meant it. I think we'll have a good time next week."

"Can I ask you something else?"

"Sure."

"Do you think that one night you might, you know, give me a massage? It really felt good when you were, you know, measuring me today."

"Yeah, I can practice on you. I can't give massages at the gym until I get my certification, so we'd have to do it at my place."

"That would be fine," she replied, "it might even be better at your place."

I didn't ask what she meant by that, but inside, I agreed that it would be better at my place.

Tami and I sat on the bed for a few minutes without saying anything; just looking into each other's eyes, which was causing me to get a bit tense for some reason.

"Well, I better get going," I insisted, fearful that I might try something I would later regret. What I wanted to do was to lay her back on the bed and make love to her, but I didn't want things to get carried away, especially with mom downstairs; and I wasn't sure how Tami felt about that, but something told me that she wanted the same thing.

"Yeah, it might be good for you to go now," she said, with a hint of reluctance in her voice. "We'll be together all next week and all."

I stood up and Tami stood with me, put her arms around my waist and leaned in and kissed me on the cheek, but very close to my lips. I held her for a few seconds before saying, "Yeah, I better be going. I'll pick you up tomorrow at four." Tami released me and I made my way toward the door.

Tami went out with me, and walked me to my car.

"See you tomorrow for my first work out," she said as I got into my car and drove away.

All the way home I couldn't get my sister out of my mind. I kept thinking about the way she looked in her outfits, the way she hugged me, and especially that last kiss, which was nearly on the mouth. I let my hand drop to my crotch, and felt my rock hard cock pressing against my shorts. I couldn't wait go get home and find some release.

When I got to my apartment, I went to my bedroom, undressed, and fell back on my bed nude. With the image of my sister wearing her new outfit in my mind, I started jacking off. In my mind I was measuring her again, feeling her thighs, arms, legs, and breasts. I beat off faster, and soon shot my load all over my chest. It was the first time I had cum thinking of my sister, but it wouldn't be the last.

After I showered, I went back to bed. I turned on my television and watched some sitcom, but still couldn't get the image of my sister out of my mind, looking forward to seeing her again tomorrow afternoon.

I slept well all night, and when I woke up the next morning, I still had that image of Tami in my mind. I felt ecstatic and sick at the same time. Ecstatic because I was looking forward to seeing Tami again; sick, because I was looking forward to seeing Tami again. While I wanted her, I felt so fucking guilty about the thoughts I was having of her. I knew it wasn't right, but I also felt as though I had no control over it. None at all. I couldn't get my sister out of my mind, and I kept remembering how good it was to feel her body while I was taking her measurements. All kinds of thought were rushing through my mind. It was weird, knowing that my thoughts were wrong, so very wrong, yet at the same time, wanting her so fucking much. I decided that I was just going to see what developed.

I got up early and checked my schedule for the day on my iPhone. Mike is not only the wrestling coach at the high school, he's also the tech specialist, and he wrote an app for the gym. Clients use it to keep track of their work outs, and employees use it to check schedules and receive messages and alerts. It opened to today's date, Tuesday, March 3. I noticed that I have a full schedule today, five clients during the day and two this evening, not counting Tami. I also had an alert that I take my final exam tomorrow for my massage therapy class. I also noticed a message from Mike. I clicked on it, and Mike said that he's arranged for me to do my practical work at the gym, which means that we'll be offering free massages for the next couple of weeks. I need to get twenty hours of practical experience before I receive my final certification, and Mike applied to have me do it at the gym. I can give massages with the provisional certification, but can't charge anything. Mike said that if his application was accepted he would offer free massages until I get the twenty hours and since he's a certified massage ther****t, he can act as my supervisor. The clients don't have to pay for the massage, but they can give a tip if they want, and Mike thought I might be able to work up a client base, plus earn a little extra money at the same time. The gym has an upscale clientele, and he thought I would do well with the tips.

I got my shower, and yes, I beat off again thinking of my sexy sister. I dressed, ate a bowl of muesli, and headed off to the gym. I completed the paperwork for Tami's membership and work out routine and looked it over. It called for a three days of stretching instruction and light workouts for her to get used to the equipment, with full workouts beginning next week. I noted a few exercises on her client sheet, and then worked the floor until my first client arrived.

About mid morning I received a text from Tami saying that she was looking forward to the gym tonight and asking if I could pick her up at the house. I replied that I'd be there around 4:15, to get back by her 4:30 workout, which was good with her.

I went through two clients in the early morning. They were well into their routine, so I could do two, maybe three at a time. After my first two clients I did some paperwork, and then my third client, a newbie, arrived. She was in her mid twenties, and a good looker. I gave her the same tour I gave Tami, except for the women's locker room, which was full at the time. I had one of the assistants give her that tour. Then it was time for her measurements.

The entire time I was taking her measurements I was lost in thought about my experience with Tami last night. While this client was extremely hot, and even asked what I was doing this evening hinting that she'd like to go out, it wasn't the same as taking my sister's measurements. One thing about being a trainer, I get hit on all the time, by guys and girls. If not for Tami, I'd be going out with this one for sure.

I took her to the lounge and talked through her goals, gave some advice, and completed her worksheet, having her sign the contract. Then we walked through a basic routine. At the conclusion of her workout, I took her over to the workout apparel section and showed her some of the things we had. She bought several items, which was good because I receive a commission on all sales I make. She bought enough to almost pay for the items I had on my account from last night.

The day went by quickly. I finished with two other clients; but the last one was a no show. Sometimes they forget, sometimes they change their minds. The good thing was that they forfeit their payment if they're a no show, so I get paid just the same. If it turns out to be an emergency we let them make it up.

Soon it was 4:00 so I headed over to pick up Tami. She was waiting for me, and came running out of the house wearing the fitted shorts I gave her last night, with her midriff shirt covering the top, but exposing her abs, which looked very sexy. She was also wearing the same pink sweater she had on last night. Being early March, it was still a little cool out, even for the South.

She got in the car, gave me a kiss on the cheek, and asked, "What are we doing today, Jace?"

She used that name again, Jace. She really was enjoying our time together.

"I ran your information this morning, and we'll start out with some basic exercises and stretches. You need to get used to a new routine, so we'll take it easy the first week. Next week we'll begin on the machines."

"Sounds good to me," she replied.

Looking her over as we drove to the gym, I realized again how sexy my sister was. God, she was beautiful.

Tami seemed to be a little tense at first, but soon warmed up to the place. Noticing the dress of the other female clients, Tami finally removed her shirt, revealing that she was wearing the smaller of the sports bras she bought, and she sure looked good in it.

We did several stretching exercises, with me assisting a little more than necessary, but I couldn't keep my hands off of her. I stood behind her while instructing her in the proper routine for squats, keeping my hands on her waist, sliding my fingers along her sides as she went down and came back up.

Then I had her lie down on the mat and instructed her in some resistance exercises for her legs, keeping my hands on her legs and thighs, offering some resistance. A few times my hands slid up her thighs. Tami smiled at me every time this happened. God, I was enjoying this.

After completing several more exercises, we had some time left, so I let her try out a piece of the equipment. I put her on the Pec Deck machine, telling her that it would build up her pec muscles, thus increasing the appearance of her breasts. She liked this. She sat down and placed her arms against the pads. Although it was a tight fit, I sat behind her, instructing her how to use the machine, and with little resistance, took her through a trial run. She got the hang of it quickly, so I had her do a set with slightly more resistance, still seated behind her. Before Tami started, she slid back a little on the seat, so that my crotch was tight against her ass. She had to notice the growing bulge in my shorts, because she squirmed a little against me, causing even further stimulation.

"I could get used to this," she said as she finished.

"Yeah, it's top equipment," I replied.

Tami looked back at me with a sexy grin and said, "I wasn't talking about the equipment."

"Let's try another machine," I suggested, avoiding her comment for the moment.

I put her on the Lat Pull Down machine to develop her upper arms, and showed her how to use it. Again, I used no resistance so she could get used to the motion. Even though there was no resistance, she could feel the effect of the workout.

When she finished, Tami commented that she was feeling it already and asked if I could see any difference in her.

"It doesn't work that fast, Tami, but soon you'll be able to feel and see a difference. There are several other machines we'll use, but not today, time's up."

"Already? It seems like we just got started!"

"Time does pass by quickly during a workout," I replied.

"Could you rub my shoulders a little?" she asked, adding, "it would make them feel a lot better."

"I can't do that out here, but next week, if I pass my exam tomorrow, I'll be able to give you a massage. How'd you like that?" I asked.

"That'll be great, but I hurt now. How about if we go into your office for a few minutes before we leave? I'm really sore and all."

"Ok," I replied, "but it'll have to be quick. I have a client at 6:30 and another at 7:30. Then I have to go home and study for my exam in the morning."

"Let's go then," she said as she got off the machine and started for my office.

Tami and I walked to my office, and after we entered, I closed the door behind us. The door had a frosted glass in it, so it offers a bit of privacy.

"Where do you hurt?" I asked.

"The shoulders and my arms; they don't hurt bad, but I can feel the effect of the machines."

Standing behind my sister, I started rubbing her shoulders and upper arms. My cock was growing as I felt my sister's skin. I hate to admit that I was overcome with passion for my sister, and continued to struggle with the thoughts that were going through my head. I rubbed her shoulders and upper arms, and the turned my attention to her neck, and started rubbing it along with her shoulders. As if they had a mind of their own, my fingers started inching their way down my sisters chest as I rubbed from the back of her neck to her chest area.

"God, you're good at this," Tami said as I continued.

When my hands went to the upper part of her chest, Tami leaned back with her head against my chest and softly moaned. I went down further, feeling the soft puffiness of her chest at the top of her breasts. My fingers slid under the top of her sports bra, inching their way over her breasts toward her protruding nipples. I continued slowly massaging my sister's chest, and finally felt the hardness of her nipples beneath the tips of my fingers, and slowly slid them around to the sides of her breasts, and then back to the top. I was now giving my sister a full breast massage, and I could feel the pre cum leaking from the head of my cock, but I couldn't stop as I increased the pressure of my fingers against her small breasts.
"That feels so good, Jace. Don't stop."

I now had both of her breasts in the palms of my hands, rubbing them softly underneath her top, lost in my lust for my sister. For the first time, I was felling my sister's full breasts, wanting to remove her top and shorts, throw her across my desk, and fuck the living hell out of her; but I didn't dare go any further. It wasn't right, although it felt so good.

After massaging her breasts for several more minutes to the barely audible sound of her soft moans, I finally said, "I think I need to take you home, Tami," as I pulled my hands from her breasts, embarrassed by what I'd just done.

Tami turned around, and I noticed that her face was flushed, indicating her state of arousal. Tami leaned into me, and I expected another kiss on the cheek, but she pressed her lips to mine and gave me a soft kiss, sliding her tongue along my lips.

"That was awesome. Thank you."

Looking into my sister's eyes, I couldn't resist, so I brought my hands to the back of her head and pulled her in for another kiss, this time sliding my tongue into her mouth and kissing her passionately. After several seconds, Tami broke the kiss, pulled her face back and said in a soft voice, "Yeah, maybe we'd better go."

It was an awkward moment as we both realized that we'd crossed a line in our relationship, and that once we crossed that line, things would never be the same between us.

Neither of us said a word on our way home. I thought that I had gone too far with my sister and was overcome with guilt. When we got to the house, before she got out of the car, I said, "We need to talk about what happened, Tami."

"Yeah, we do, but not now, Jace. Not now."

She leaned over and gave me a quick peck on the lips, and then got out of the car and walked to the house. I went back to the gym to compose myself before my next client arrived. I went straight to my office, closed my door, and sat at my desk, thinking about what had happened, and was overcome with a sense of guilt.

I took my phone and sent my sister a text message that simply said, "I'm sorry."

Tami replied, "It wasn't your fault."

"Yes it was, Tami."

"No it wasn't. I wanted you as much as you wanted me. I'm the one that suggested we go to your office."

"But I took advantage of you."

"No, I took advantage of you."

"Do you hate me?" I asked, still feeling that I did something wrong with my sister.

"I could never hate you Jace. I love you."

I stared at the text for several minutes, until I heard a knock on my door.

"Yes," I yelled.

"Your client is here."

"I'll be right out," I replied as I got up and walked out to meet my client.

The next two hours flew by, and after finishing with my two evening clients, I drove home to do some last minute studying for my massage therapy final tomorrow.

It was difficult studying with the thoughts of Tami rushing through my mind. I tried to rationalize my actions, but still felt a strong sense of guilt for what happened, along with some shame. I felt that I had betrayed my sister's trust in me, as I am three years older. I couldn't get her out of my mind.

I got back to my studies, reviewing my material. Much of it I learned in the course work to be a trainer, so it really was a review. I was deeply concentrating on my material when my iPhone indicated another text from Tami. I looked at the clock and noticed it was after 11:00.

The text message read, "Call me." That was it, just to call her.

I was nervous as I called my sister, not knowing what to expect. When she answered, she seemed normal.

"Can you pick me up tomorrow for my workout? Mom wont be home."

"Ah, sure, no problem. Is that all you wanted?"

"Yeah, that's all. I'll see you around four then. Love you," and she ended the call.

She didn't sound upset or anything, so I was relieved. I studied for another hour or so, and then went to bed as it was going to be an early morning and I wanted to be fresh for my exam.

I got up early and headed out to the gym to do a few things before I had to leave to take my final. I felt confident as I entered the room for my final exam, and finished it in about forty-five minutes. I handed it to the instructor, who ran it trough a grading machine. With a wide grin, he said, "Congratulations, Jason! You're a massage ther****t. Here's your provisional certificate. Once you finish your twenty hours under Mike's supervision, you'll be fully certified!"

I was really excited, and immediately sent Tami a text, although I didn't know if she would be able to read it during school.

"I passed! I'm a massage ther****t!" Almost instantly I received a reply.

"Awesome! Congrats! Does that mean I get a massage tonight?"

"Sure, I'll reserve a room for 5:30 if one's available!"

"Great. See you later!"

I then sent a group text to mom, Mike, a few friend and the staff at the gym announcing my good news, and began hearing back from them immediately.

I drove over to the gym to complete my day. As I walked past the massage rooms, I noticed that someone had already placed my name officially on one of the doors. I now had my own massage room.

I went to the front desk, and noticed that the receptionist had already placed a notice and sign up sheet on the counter announcing that I would be scheduling free massages, with the notation that, 'tips are appreciated."

"Any interest yet?" I asked.

"I just now put the sign up, but I'm sure there will be. Are these time slots correct?" she asked.

"Yeah, they look fine. Just remember to strike through a time slot if I schedule a client, that's all," I said as I scanned for the 5:30 time slot, which was open. I wrote Tami's name on the line.

"Your sister's going to be your first massage?" she asked.

"Yeah, unless someone signs up for something before her," I replied. "She wants to get one tonight, and it'll be good practice for me."

I met with a couple of clients that that morning and afternoon, and worked around the gym, setting up my massage room. The room was fairly large with a massage table in the center. There was a counter at the side with heated massage oil and aromatherapy candles, a rack of towels, heated, of course, and a changing room. Our policy is that the client can get comfortable. I was told that many will strip down to their underwear, but most will strip completely down and will be covered by only a towel. Should be interesting.

I looked at the clock and noticed it was almost time to leave to pick up Tami. I went to the front desk and noticed that three people had signed up for massages tomorrow, but none, other than Tami, for tonight. That was fine with me. I didn't have any clients this evening, so after I finished with Tami, I was done for the day.

I left to get Tami, and when I arrived at the house, just like yesterday, she came running out, looking eager to get started on another work out.

"I'm so pumped for this," she exclaimed as she got in the car. "I'm looking for a great work out followed by a relaxing massage, brother!"

"Well, I can provide both!"

"I'm so excited for you! Do you have anyone signed up for a massage yet, other than me?"

"Yeah, I have three for tomorrow already. I'm sure the schedule will fill up quickly. Like, who can pass up a free massage?"

"I know I can't! I'm looking forward to mine!"

"Good, but you have a workout to go through first, you know."

As we arrived at the gym, Tami jumped out of the car and headed for the front door.

"What's your rush?" I asked.

"The sooner we get started, the sooner I get my massage," she replied.

We went inside and I got Tami's workout sheet and we started in on the exercises just like yesterday. I helped her with some, but was not as hands on as I was yesterday, wanting my sister to have her space. After about twenty minutes of exercises, we moved on to the machines. I started her on the Pec Deck machines, stressing the proper technique, trying to be professional. I added a little more weight than yesterday, and had her do three sets of fifteen reps. It took her a while to complete them, and she was a bit worn out when she finished.

"What does this work on?" she asked.

"This machine develops your pectoral muscles or chest muscles," I replied.

"Oh, yeah, the breast enhancer machine!"

"Sure," I laughed, "if that's what you want to call it."

We moved on to the Lat Pull Down machine, and I added a little weight, explained the routine again, and had her do three sets of fifteen reps, like the other machine.

"This machine will help develop your upper arm muscles. It will firm them up."

Tami was a trooper, and did the three sets in no time. I had her relax a few minutes and get a drink of water before we went on to the final machine for the day.

"This is the abdominal crunch machine," I said as I sat on the machine to demonstrate. "You place your forearms on the pads, like this, and push forward and down with your chest, and then come slowly back up to the beginning position. You have negative resistance on the way down, and positive resistance on the way back up, but you have to come back up slowly to take advantage of the resistance. That way you work your abs and your lower back muscles."

I got out of the seat and offered it to Tami, who sat down. Taking her arms, I placed her forearms on the pads, and held my hand on her back as she pressed forward and down.

"Good job, now, come back up very slowly," I instructed, and she did.

"Coming back up is harder than going down," she replied.

"It is now, but it will get easier. I'm not adding any weight to this one tonight I want you to get used to the motion. Do three sets of fifteen reps with no resistance."

Tami did the machine perfectly, and was proud of herself.

"How many machines are there in all?" she asked.

"We have ten machines in the circuit, and you'll be using most of them eventually. Typically, you'll come in and do your stretches, and then do about three sets of fifteen reps on each of the machines until you complete all of them. That way you work all the parts of your body."

"Is that all there is to it?"

"No, there's much more to it than that. We also have the free weights, and I'll be working with you on them in a couple of weeks, after you've mastered the machines. We also have some specialty machines and some other routines I'll show you."

"It'll take three months just to figure everything out!"

"No, it wont. In another week you'll have the machines mastered. You already know how to do three of them. On your chart you will note the weight you use, and I'll advise you when to add weight. It's complicated at first, but you'll get the hang of it soon. How do you feel?"

"Sore. Is it time for my massage?"

"Yeah, we can do that now, if you want."

"I want!"

I gave Tami a towel to wipe off her face, as she was sweating a little from her workout, and we walked over to the massage room.

"Neat, brother, you already have your name on the door!"

"Yeah, I think Mike had something to do with that. It was like that when I got back from the exam."

I led Tami into the room, closing the door behind us.

"What' all this?" Tami asked, looking at the table with the massage oil, heaters, and the aromatherapy candles.

Those are mood candles and massage oil. You can read through the chart and pick the aroma that matches your mood. I light the candle while you're changing and the aroma fills the air, setting the mood for the massage. You can also buy the candles in the retail area if you want one. I can also dim the lights if needed.

Tami looked through the chart for a couple minutes, studying it closely, and then gave me a candle to light. As she turned to walk into the dressing room, she seductively said, "Dim the lights, Jace, and light the candle. I want this to be a good one."

I looked at the candle, noticing that it was Sandalwood. I looked at the chart, and read the description. Sandalwood: This sexy smell can reportedly make one shed their sexual inhibitions. So if you're looking to spice up the bedroom and get your partner to try something out of the box, this is the scent for you!

"Oh. My. God," I said to myself. This should be interesting.

I lit the candle and dimmed the lights, and waited for my sister to come back into the room.

Wrapped in a towel, Tami came out of the dressing room.

"I didn't now what to wear underneath, so I just took everything off. Is that all right?"

"Ah, yeah, you can wear anything you want, or nothing at all. It's up to you."

"Good," she replied. " I, ah, I didn't want to get oil all over my new workout clothes," she said with a sexy expression.

"That'll be fine."

"How do we do this?" she asked, "I've never had a professional massage before."

"Well," I said almost stuttering at the sight of my sister, with the thought of her naked body under the towel, "you lie down on the table, face down, and place your head over the hole at the top. That allows you to breathe easily while you have the massage. You then undo the towel and I make sure it covers your backside during the massage, you know, for modesty."

Tami climbed onto the massage table, loosened her towel, and placed her head over the hole in the table.

"Do your thing, brother."

Tami's towel was pulled up to just below her ass cheeks. I reached around the towel and garbed the edges and gently pulled it out from under her. I placed it over her body so that her ass was covered, but only her ass.

I got a bottle of the heated massage oil, and poured some of it on her upper arms, and began massaging them.

"God, that candle smells good, don't you think?" Tami asked.

"Yeah, it smells really good," I replied.

"I thought I picked out an appropriate scent, don't you think?" she asked, continuing, "I think I'll buy a couple of them to take with me."

I continued rubbing the oil into her arms, working my way down to her hands and fingers, gently at first, but increasing pressure as I continued.

"God, this feels fucking great, Jace."

"I'm glad you like it, s*s."

Each time I moved my hands down her arms, I gently ran my thumbs along her bare sides, touching the sides of her flattened breasts with each pass. I continued working her arms for several minutes, and then moved on to her shoulders and neck. To do this, I moved to the top of the table, reaching over her to get the best angle for this area of her body.

I spent several minutes on her neck and shoulders, giving her a good massage, to her soft moans indicating her pleasure.

I then started massaging her back, as far down as I could reach from this position. After several minutes working this area, I moved to the side of the table to reach her lower back, working the area from her shoulders to her lower back, to the very top of her buttocks. Her soft moans continued to confirm that I was doing a good job on her.

I continued massaging her lower back, all the way down to the point where her ass cheeks were visible. I massaged the top of her cheeks and around the sided of her ass to her legs.

"Jace, would you do something for me?"

"What, Tami?"

"I know this will sound freaky, and you don't have to if you don't want to, but would you rub my ass too?"

I didn't respond, but when I rubbed up my sisters thighs, I continued across her ass cheeks to the base of her back, and back down again.

"You can just remove the towel if you want; that is, if it's in the way or anything."

"You don't mind?" I asked.

"Not if you don't think its too weird or anything."

"Not at all," I replied as I picked up the towel and tossed it on the counter behind me.

As I massaged my sister's lower back and ass, I was amazed at how beautiful she looked nude. God, she looked good. She really had the perfect ass. I focused on her lower back and ass for the next several minutes, giving her ass a thorough massage. I poured a liberal amount of oil on her cheeks, watching it run down between them, soaking her entire anal area. As I massaged her cheeks, I let my thumbs slide between them, pulling them apart, exposing and touching her small pink pucker, causing her to moan louder.

"You like that?" I asked, although the answer was obvious.

"Oh, yeah, that feels so good."

I could feel the pre cum oozing out of my inflated cock as I gave her an anal massage, applying pressure with my thumbs against her pucker, entering slightly. Every time I passed my thumbs over her anus, Tami lifted up, causing them to enter deeper into her.

I continued working her buttocks and anus, and then moved down to her thighs. Her thighs were so sensitive and soft. I rubbed up the back of her thighs, and down the sides, repeating this multiple times before moving to her inner thighs, repeating the process.

When I massaged up her inner thighs, Tami spread her legs a little allowing more room to roam. I massaged her inner thighs around the base of her ass, and then to her beautiful cheeks, repeating the process, while Tami moaned soft consent to all I was doing.

I then focused my attention to her lower thighs, legs, and ankles, giving them a complete massage. Then I started at her feet and gently massaged my way back up her legs, thighs, ass, back, and to her shoulders and the back of her neck. Looking at the clock I noticed that thirty minutes had already passed, so I asked her if she wanted me to do the front.

"Oh, god, please," she replied as she started to turn over. I grabbed the towel and started to hold it up to provide some modesty, as instructed, but Tami said, "You really don't need that, Jace," so I tossed it back on the counter.

As Tami turned over, the first thing I noticed was that I was right when I measured her, her pussy was bald. Completely bald. There wasn't a pubic hair to be found on her body. Anywhere.

I started her frontal massage at her feet and slowly moved my way up her body. I massaged her toes, feet, ankles, legs, and then her thighs, my favorite part. God I loved massaging her thighs. I gave them a good working over, using every technique I knew to prolong it, and then made my way to her upper thighs and inner thighs, massaging them thoroughly, applying a generous amount of oil. When I got to the top of her inner thighs, Tami spread her legs a little, so I massaged all the way up to her pussy, letting my fingers glide along her beautiful outer lips. I massaged her hips and then her abdomen, pressing from her belly button down to her pussy, and then back up, repeating this several times, to her moans of pleasure. God, I wanted to crawl on top of her at this point.

I massaged her abdomen, her stomach, to her chest, and then gave her a full breast massage, similar to what I did last night in my office. Her breasts looked so inviting, I wanted to lean over and start licking them, but somehow I resisted.

When I was rubbing my sister last night, I felt so guilty; but this time, it felt good. I don't know if it was because I was officially giving her a massage, or that I had her full consent, or what, but it was entirely different this time.

I continued rubbing my sister's breasts, massaging them well, and then moved to her upper chest and neck, finishing with her arms, fingers, and then working my way back to her face.

I looked at the clock and it was 5:45 already. I stood there looking down at my sister, spread out before me in the nude, covered in oil. God, she looked incredible.

"What are you looking at?" Tami asked.

"Your beautiful body, s*s. Just your beautiful body."

"Is the massage over?" she asked.

"Yeah, its over," I replied.

"Could you massage my breast for just a couple more minutes? Then maybe just a little lower, too?"

"Yeah, I can do that if you want me to."

"Oh fuck yes, I want you to."
I poured some more oil on Tami's breasts and gave them a second massage, with my cock growing harder all the time.

I was getting more excited by the second as I massaged my sisters small but pert breasts, noticing her nipples harden at my touch. Although not part of the massage by any means, I started rubbing her nipples between my fingers, getting then harder and more erect. I couldn't help myself, and I lowered my face to her breasts and gently kissed one nipple and then the other, licking them as I brought my face up, breaking every rule of sexual conduct I'd just been taught, but I couldn't pass up this opportunity.

I then slid my fingers down to her pussy, and after applying more oil, began massaging her crotch area, letting my fingers slide across and slightly within her pussy lips, causing Tami to moan a little too loudly. I spread her legs a little further apart and looked at my sisters sex, amazed again at how beautiful she was. I let my thumbs glide across her pussy lips, and then up her thighs and then back, repeating this several times. Just like it was with her breats, I couldn't resist and lowered my face to my sisters pussy and gently kissed it.

"Oh, shit, Jace, that's fucking amazing, keep doing that."

I continued for a few more minutes, licking my sisters pussy while massaging it gently. I knew I was closing in on the point of no return, and thought I better stop now, so I did.

"That's it for now. We better get out of here."

Tami sat up and grabbed me, and kissed me hard.

"God, that was great. Can I get another massage tomorrow?" she asked.

"I don't know that we should make a habit of this, s*s, people will get suspicious."

"How about giving me one at your apartment next week?"

"I can do that. Correction, I will do that."

"Come here," she said, motioning for me to come closer.

I leaned into my sister and she kissed me again. I kissed her back, and she reclined on the table, pulling me almost on top of her.

"Do we have to stop?" she asked.

"Yeah, we have to stop. We'll have time for this later."

"Promise?"

"Yeah, I promise."

I helped Tami up and as she walked back into the dressing room, I cleaned the massage table, wiping up all the oil, and got the room ready for my first client in the morning before blowing out the candle and turning the lights back up. Tami came out of the dressing room and handed me the towel, which I tossed into the basket by the door, and we walked out of the room.

Fortunately, nobody was paying any attention to us, and we slipped out the back door to