I hadn't spoken to my sister, Sarah, for over a week. Not since THAT NIGHT when things changed forever.
My friends Pete, John and I had been watching a porno film one night when she came in and the most unbelievable thing had happened. She stayed, watched the film with us for a while and I got to film my two best friends fucking my younger sister and coming in her beautiful little mouth. (see "A night in with the lads – and my sister!")
She had avoided me ever since. Never eating with me and our parents – always some excuse about having had dinner at her friend Julie's house or about going to gym practice or something.
I was glad in a way, seeing my sister's body for the first time since we were little kids and watching her with the guys had been weird for me. I had always been mildly irritated by my goody-goody sister and by the way she manipulated my parents with her teenage tantrums and her sulking. My mates had been saying for some time now that Sarah was looking really horny but I had just dismissed it as them trying to wind me up. Everything was different now – watching her through the lens of our video camera as she sucked on Pete's cock and seeing John fuck her had changed things for me. I saw her now for what she was, a really gorgeous young girl with an incredible body.
All those times she had said that she was going to gym practice and run out the door in a pair of tight shorts carrying the tiniest leotard – and I never once even had the remotest thought of her sexually! Now things were different – I couldn't get the thought of her body out of my mind. I felt so guilty, so disgusting. How could I fantasize about my own sister? The trouble was that every time I thought about that night I got so turned on. It was more than just watching a threesome – it was with my sister and everything about it had a heightened sense of excitement. Surely this was all wrong.
On Friday nights I always went out for a few beers with the guys and this Friday was going to be no exception. I came home around 7 o'clock to find a note on the table from my parents saying that they were at our Aunt Susie's for dinner and that Sarah was going over to Julie's – again! So I grabbed a sandwich and went up to my room to chill out and get changed for the evening.
It was still early and I decided to take advantage of the fact that I was alone. Stripping off my clothes, I jumped onto the bed and reached on top of the wardrobe for my latest porno magazine and relaxed on the bed casually stroking my cock while I flicked through the well-thumbed pages. I was determined to make it last so I studied each page and tried to imagine myself there at the photo-shoot, able to walk around each scene, touching a girl here, fucking a girl there and generally having my pick of the bodies on display. One of the girls was by a pool, staring right into the camera with a few strands of her blonde hair across her face and a cock buried deep in her mouth. My cock twitched, it ached to be wanked harder and I knew exactly why. As I looked into the picture all I could see in my mind was Sarah through the camera lens, her eyes sparkling and staring right at me as she ran her tongue over Pete's cock. I knew what to do.
Throwing the magazine aside I jumped up and instinctively pulled on some sweat pants. Practically running across the hall to Sarah's room I started to think back to THAT NIGHT and what had happened to the videotape. No one had argued when Sarah asked for the tape and I expected her to have destroyed it but what if she hadn't? What if it was in her room? I knew that I wanted to see it and to see her. I knew that I wanted to come whilst looking at my sister's body being fucked and sucked and fondled. I was so excited and I couldn't work out why this had never crossed my mind before! I guess it had taken a while for me to accept what it was that was making me so horny - all day every day - and to come to terms with it. Now it was time to admit it to myself. The thought of my sister was turning me on.
Sarah's room was bigger than mine with two full wardrobes full of clothes. I decided to start there and careful not to disturb anything I looked around in the bottom amongst her shoes and in the boxes of stuff that sat there – nothing!
I dragged everything out from under her bed and almost forgot their original positions as I frantically searched for the tape. Not a thing – so I started to go drawer by drawer through her tee shirts, underwear and gym kit – not even pausing to look closely at the assorted thongs, bras and panties that my little sister now wore – no tape!!
I stood, dejected, in the middle of the room and figured she must have destroyed it after all and as I started back to my room, my eyes lit on the bookshelf above her bed. A mixture of school books and cheap novels were held together at each end by two jewelry boxes – one, I knew was full of make-up, the other with mostly costume jewelry and stuff from when she was a kid. I was so excited. My heart was beating faster and faster as I reached for the box lid. Lifting the lid I swept the fake pearls, brooches and hair clips to one side and there it was – the tiny cassette from the video camera with no telltale markings on it. I pushed the stuff back into the box and almost ran to my room feeling the excitement build inside me. Sarah had no VCR in her room and besides, the camera tape had to be put inside a case to play it on a normal machine and I had the only one in my room. There was no way that Sarah had even seen the tape since it was made and I felt so horny knowing that I would be the first to review that night and all that had happened.
I put the tape in the playback case and put it in my VCR turning on the TV at the same time. I jumped back onto the bed and reached for the remote – not even pausing to pull off the sweats. I had to rewind the tape and reached down to hold my cock as I waited. It was so hard it ached! I couldn't believe how horny I was and my heart rate would have worried any doctor!
Slam!!
I jumped as I heard the front door bang then froze as I heard footsteps downstairs cross to our dining room, pause and then start back towards the stairs and begin to come up them. The sound of Sarah's trainers were unmistakable and the bounce in her step betrayed the identity of the intruder. My erection had died the instant I heard the door and now I flicked the TV channel to MTV and made sure the jogging bottoms I was wearing covered me adequately – not that I expected Sarah to come into my room, she had avoided me completely lately and that just wasn't going to happen.
Bang!!
The door flew open and I turned to see Sarah running towards me screaming! " You bastard!!" she shouted and launched herself at me with fists flailing, hitting my arms and shoulders, trying to get at my head. " I hate you!" she screamed " You fucking bastard!"
I grabbed her wrists and as she wrestled with me I could see her face, contorted, angry and with tears streaming down her face. "Calm down" I said. "What's wrong with you?" She stopped wriggling and just burst out crying. I loosened my grip on her wrists and as she sobbed uncontrollably, she sat down on the edge of the bed. She was wearing a thin yellow vest and a pair of cut-off shorts and her fine blonde hair was tied in a single ponytail. She must have come from gym because her body glistened with slight perspiration and her face was flushed.
