While I knew my roommate Andrew had a hot sister, I'd never had the pleasure of meeting her until the day Michelle turned up unannounced on our doorstep, expecting to move in for a few weeks while filming her upcoming TV show drama. I'd of course seen photos of Michelle on Andrew's social media so he knew she was quite gorgeous, but seeing her in the flesh was something else altogether, to say she was breathtaking would be putting it lightly. She was wearing a loose tank top that showed off her well-toned abs and also couldn't hide her very large breasts, which looked even larger on her slim body. While the siblings bickered back-and-forth in the doorway about the lack of space in our small apartment, I was quick to jump in and offer her my bedroom.
"That's sweet of you but you do know I have a boyfriend," she said, pushing past Andrew to greet me with a radiant smile.
"Oh I-I err, I meant I'd just take the sofa, I don't mind," I stammered, feeling strangely nervous being in such close proximity to such a beautiful breath taking woman.
"Relax I'm only teasing," she winked as she passed me.
"See, no worries Andrew, at least your roommate is chivalrous. It'll be like old times!" She was of course referring to the fact they'd lived here together for years before she'd moved down south with her new boyfriend. Judging by the eye rolling and disapproving look on Andrew's face however, he wasn't looking forward to living together again and I wondered what kind of bad habits she had.
"Can't you just stay at mom and dad's?" he complained, following her into the wide-open living room area.
"They're having all that work done redoing the entire kitchen and, I don't need half a dozen builder's staring at me every morning," she said with a roll of her gorgeous deep brown eyes. Her comment made me catch myself when I realized I too was staring. She'd only just gotten off the train and was dressed for comfort with a loose top that did a decent job of hiding the magnificent pair of tits I knew she had and some skin-tight leggings which hugged her sexy toned legs and showed off what may have been the most perfect ass I'd ever seen when she bent over to get something from her luggage. It was while lost in thought that I suddenly noticed they were both looking at me and I realized I hadn't been listening to a word they were saying.
"I said, did you want to grab some stuff from your room?" Michelle repeated with a coy smile.
"Oh right, sure," I nodded quickly as I rushed into my room and grabbed a few clothes and my book off of my bedside table. I also made sure to pick up the few dirty clothes I had left on the floor and shoved them in my hamper and hid it in my closet. I gave the room another quick once over to make sure there wasn't anything in there that would embarrass me. Once I was convince Michelle wouldn't see anything that I didn't want her to see I brought my stuff out to the living area and set it up around the couch.
"Thanks for letting me use your room Mark. This will make staying here so much easier for me," Michelle said as she rolled her suitcase into my room and closed the door.
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Over the first week of her visit we all became much more relaxed and comfortable with each other, staying up late when she wasn't working or having a few drinks down at the local bar. Unsurprisingly I'd taken an immediate liking to Michelle and thankfully she appeared to like me just as much, unfortunately her frequent mentions of her boyfriend acted as a constant reminder that friendship was as far as our relationship would go. It was on a lazy Sunday morning that I almost choked on my breakfast when Michelle came sauntering into the kitchen after her nearly hour-long shower in nothing more than a towel.
"Ugh jeez, put some clothes on sis!" Andrew complained, rolling his eyes as he looked away from his scantily clad sister.
"Really? You're still going to be on my ass about this?" she retorted rolling her eyes back at her brother. Apparently walking around the flat half-naked was one of the many bad habits she had, according to Andrew anyway.
"For what it's worth, I don't mind at all," I cut in only half joking. Thankfully Michelle didn't take offense and smiled smugly at her brother and sticking her tongue out at him.
"See Mark's okay with it. That makes it two against one, you lose bro!" she gloated in victory while Andrew once again rolled his eyes at her. If I wasn't mistaken I could have sworn she smiled at me as she walked back to my room, but I had only seen it for a moment and though I must've been wrong about what I saw. After that it was an almost daily occurrence for Michelle to walk around in nothing but a towel and it was a sight I never got tired of seeing. I even went out of my way to be awake to see her before she had to head off on an early start. There were times when she was in a rush and her impressive cleavage and long legs were still slightly wet and glistening when she joined me in the kitchen. These early mornings soon became a highlight of my day as not only did it plant an incredible image in my head for the rest of the day, it was also one of the only times Michelle and I were left alone to have whispered conversations while Andrew slept. It was during these talks that Michelle ended up opening up about her relationship with her boyfriend and how frustrated she was feeling; not only about staying away from her boyfriend for so long but the fact he couldn't find time to come visit her with his own busy schedule. Of course I didn't trust myself to say much and simply let her vent but her admissions were certainly enough to get my mind reeling. As she got friendlier and friendlier, often joining Andrew and me in the evenings to watch some TV, sitting right up close in little more than a pair of sleep shorts and tank top under a sexy, satin robe, I often had to remind myself that she was my friend's sister and that she was in a relationship with another guy. Not that either of those things stopped me thinking about her every night.
It was Saturday night after the three of us had returned from the bar that I lay wide-awake, unable to sleep. Since she'd started drinking earlier on, Michelle had been flashing me what I'd have called flirtatious looks all evening. We both knew she drove me crazy but she was no doubt used to the attention and wasn't shy about tormenting and teasing me all night. Lying in my makeshift sofa bed, I was rock hard just thinking about the way she'd been casually rubbing her foot against my leg under the table earlier on. I also couldn't stop picturing what she'd looked like, dressed up in a little black cocktail dress that turned every guy's head towards her curves and generous amount of skin she was showing, naturally it was an outfit Andrew hadn't approved of.
Absentmindedly I ended up closing my eyes and reaching down to relieve some of the tension she'd built up throughout the night. Just as I was getting lost in the fantasy of Michelle straddling and riding my thick cock, someone nearby cleared their throat and almost caused me to fall off the sofa in fright. After a bewildered look around, I saw Michelle casually leaning against the kitchen counter with a glass of water in hand smiling wickedly.
"Busted," she grinned mischievously while staring straight at me.
"Oh my gosh Michelle, you scared the shit outta me!" I exclaimed as I tried to keep my breathing under control.
"Yeah you were really lost in your own little world then weren't you?" she giggled mischievously. I simply flushed bright red and pulled my blanket further up my body to ensure that I was suitably covered up until Michelle took pity on me.
"Awww, don't be embarrassed," she pouted before lowering her voice slightly.
"To tell you the truth, I was just about to go and do the same thing." Her casual admission floored me.
"Uhh r-really y-you were about to as well?" I stuttered.
"Like every other night," she winked and gave me a wicked smile. The fact Michelle had been getting herself off, and in my own bed no less; just one thin wall away made my head spin although I realized I shouldn't have been too surprised.
