I know that everyone has a private story that they would like to share. Mine began 15 years ago when I was 18 and my sister was 21.
Our parents were gone for the weekend to a wedding and had planned on spending a few extra days away to visit family that they had not seen in quite sometime.
We both told them that we were old enough to take care of ourselves and after some empty promises from us, as no parties, no friends over and the like, they agreed and gave us all of the emergency numbers that we probably would never need but would keep by the phone.
After they left I was so excited to do whatever I wanted around the house. No bed time, no homework and no chores.
My sister Crystal was going to go out with her girlfriends to the bar and I wanted to watch the football game.
I am 6'2", 14 stone, quite handsome, if I may say for myself, work out and play rugby in my school team have black jet hair and blue eyes, just like my mother.
I must admit that my sister is HOT! She stood a little over 5'2', 8 and a half stone, dark brown hair and hazel eyes, just like dad, a beautiful 36c rack with a nicely peach shaped arse and lips that were meant to be kissed.
I had watched her many times growing up, walking in T-shirts and tight shorts that left nothing to my imagination and as she grew older I noticed how her beautiful breasts filled out.
Before settling down to watch the game I went to the bathroom to take a piss, as I walked in she was getting out the shower, her nipples taut as water drops fell from her wet hair and it was the first time I saw her pussy, all shaved and her lips full and spread slightly as she stepped out, seeing me she shouted at the top of her voice telling me to leave and stop being a pervert.
I couldn't get the picture out of mind and went straight to my bedroom and locked the door. I quickly undressed, grabbed my cock and started to wank it furiously.
Seeing her in my mind the same way I saw her getting out of the shower. I was so excited that within a minute or two I shot my load across my stomach and chest. It felt so good to cum so hard, but I did feel a little guilty thinking about my own sister as I did it.
I wiped myself up with a dirty towel, put my t shirt back on and pulled up a pair of gym trousers, shot back out to the living room to set up snacks, food and drink for the game.
About ΒΎ through the first half the game I realized my sister was heading out. She was definitely dressed to impress and her tight mini skirt had my cock stiffening in no time as her short top, showing a pierced belly button, almost spilled her full breasts out the top.
I'm leaving, she said, but don't stay up for me, I will probably not come home tonight.
Then she came in the living room, did a 360Β° turn and asked: So what do you think?
I told her what I would do her if she wasn't my sister.
She quipped: Oh really? Then, laughing, she went out the door.
The game went like I had hoped and I snuck a couple of my Dad's beers after the game ended and brought out his "Secret Stash" of Porn.
As I was watching it I kept picturing my sister. As the porn continued I kept thinking how sexy she was and wondered how she tasted. I decided to just get naked as I was all alone and my cock was straining against my jogging trousers, leaning back against the couch I closed my eyes, grabbed my seven inch hard cock and began stroking it slowly and then faster as more and more pictures of my sister kept invading my thoughts.
I couldn't believe how hard I was and how good it felt to think of her in a sexual way and not a sisterly one. I was feeling tipsy as I drank a few more beers than I intended. I was so fucking horny and wished my sister was there to please me.
I began to use my free hand to rub my arse and balls as I saw the girl in the porn do and it excited me even more. I imagined my sisters tongue licking and teasing my arsehole while her hand stroked my cock.
And then I pushed my finger inside of my tight arse after wetting it with my leaking precum. It felt different but as soon as I pictured my sister doing it I came for the second time that evening. Shot after shot, even more than earlier, afterwards I felt so relaxed between shooting my load and the six pack I had ended up drinking that I drifted off to sleep.
It must have been a little after 3am when I heard someone coming in through the door.