My wife Karen has a sister, Kris, who is seven years younger than she is. Karen and Kris have always been close, even with the difference in their ages. When Karen and I got married, Kris (who was 15 at the time) was one of the bridesmaids.
Once, when Karen and I were still pretty newly-married, we had Kris, who had just turned 18 at the time, come and stay with us for a couple weeks in the summer, so we could show her around the sights of the 'big city' where we live (truthfully, our city isn't all that big, but the town where Karen and Kris grew up is pretty small, so to them it feels pretty big), and get her out of her parents' hair (and vice versa) for a couple weeks. For the visit, we put Kris up in one of our spare bedrooms, which, like all of the bedrooms in that house, was on the second floor.
One Friday afternoon during Kris' visit, I left work early, and showed up unannounced at the house. Karen was pleasantly surprised to see me, and started making plans to have a picnic supper at the beach. I hopped up the stairs to change out of my 'work clothes', and into something more suitable for picnicking at the beach.
I got to the top of the stairs, and spun to head down the hall to my bedroom. As I did, the door to Kris' room was open, and Kris was standing there, completely naked, checking herself out in the full-length mirror in her room. She didn't immediately notice me, so I had a few seconds to appreciate her nakedness. For an 18-year-old, she had surprisingly full breasts, tipped with puffy pink nipples. Her waist was long and slender, similar to Karen's, but maybe even more slender. She had nicely rounded hips, and a lovely tuft of light brown pubic hair. I couldn't help smiling; my wife is a very beautiful woman, and her sister obviously came from the same gene pool.
I was only able to enjoy my gaze of Kris' nakedness for a short time before she noticed me. When she did, she simply stood, dumb-struck and stared back at me, without making any kind of move to cover herself. I walked over to the door, and without saying a word, closed it.
I continued on to my room, and changed my clothes for the picnic, as I'd set out to do in the first place. Then I headed back downstairs. I snuggled up behind Karen, kissed her and playfully fondled her breasts.
"Mmmmmm," she purred. "Feeling a little frisky, are we?"
"Well, I just got an eyeful of your little sister naked."
"You what?!?"
"When I went upstairs, she, uh, apparently didn't think she needed to close the door in the middle of a Friday afternoon. . ."
Karen burst out laughing. "Then she gets what she deserves!"
I was relieved that my wife saw the humor in the situation, and didn't ascribe any 'nastier' motives to my enjoyment of her sister's inadvertent little peep-show. In a few minutes, Kris came downstairs, still blushing.
"I hear you've been flashing my husband," Karen said, smirking.
Kris turned deep red. "Oh, Karen, I'm sorry! It was totally an accident!"
Karen laughed. "I know; I'm just teasing you. No harm, no foul."
We went ahead and had a great time on our picnic, and nothing further was said about the 'incident'. Although it was a couple days before Kris could look me in the eye again.
*****
In the fullness of years, Kris got married, and Karen stood up at her wedding. Her husband turned out to be a jerk, though, and after a couple years, they got divorced. Kris was 25, had no job, and no place to live, so Karen and I offered to have her move in with us, and she gratefully took us up on our offer. It worked out well, as far as we were concerned. Kris had her own room, and we tried to give her as much privacy as we could, but still let her be a part of our family as much as she wanted to be. After the first month or two, most of the adjustments had been pretty much smoothed over, and the three of us settled into a comfortable arrangement, even though I knew that living in her sister's house was not Kris' preferred living arrangement.
Being newly single again brought a whole set of other adjustments for Kris, as well. One weekend, I was putzing around the house, doing little projects, while Karen and Kris shared some coffee over the kitchen table. I wasn't trying to listen in on them, but I couldn't really help it.
"I'm telling you," Kris began, "I haven't had sex in so long, my poor pussy is hungry to have a cock inside her. I'm about ready to jump anything with a penis. But honestly, the idea of screwing some guy I barely know just creeps me out, so I don't know what I'm gonna do." She laughed, and continued, "You should probably keep close track of Ben. I'm pretty sure he's got a penis, we know each other really well, and I live right here in the same house with him."