My new step-sister was a year older than me, but seemed older. She was about the same height as me, with long blonde hair. Her body was what grabbed my attention first and foremost, though. It would have captured the attention of ANY red-blooded male, but at 18, my hormones were on high alert. I pushed my thick glasses up my nose to see everything more clearly.
It was summer and a hot day so she was wearing short-shorts and a tight midriff top that showed every little curve of her perky c-cup breasts. She obviously had no bra on and there were NO panty lines at all. I imagined she had no panties on but she was more likely wearing a thong, as many young women did today. I ogled her ass as I walked in behind her, carrying her suitcase. Her ass moved from side to side in a hypnotizing way with each step she took, her tight ass cheeks sticking out very slightly from the bottom of the white short shorts. I almost felt a drop of drool build at the edge of my mouth. Our parents had gone to get groceries in the next town over, so they wouldn't return for at least four hours.
"Could you be a dear Kyle, and bring my suitcase up to my room? It's quite heavy. I can see you don't have a lot of muscles, but I think you'll be able to manage." she remarked, In a deprecating way.
I dragged the suitcase up the stairs and into her new room. It was my sister's old room, but she was a junior in college and wouldn't be using it. It had new carpet and smelled of fresh paint.
"I think I'm going to take a shower, so you'll have to leave. A girl has to protect her modesty. Wouldn't want horny young boy-eyes to see the goods, especially as hot as mine are. You'd probably cum immediately in your pants and make a big mess. Oooh, makes me queasy just saying it! Go on now" she goaded.
I walked slowly down the stairs, all the while, in my mind, watching her remove the tight top, then undoing the button and zipper on her shorts, letting them drop to the floor. I knew she would then stand in front of the full length mirror, completely naked. She would twist and turn and pose to see every aspect of her body, admiring everything she saw. Then, she would gather what she needed for her shower, go into the bathroom, turn on the water, and once it was warm, step under the flow.
In my minds eye, I could see the water making little rivulets, running down her neck across her chest, reaching her erect nipples and dropping like little waterfalls from them. Other little streams would follow her curves down, running through her puffy, blonde pussy hair, sliding along the side of her pussy lips, and finally dripping onto the shower floor, dropping from between her legs, spread a shoulders-width apart.
She would slowly and carefully wash her face, then move down to her neck, her chest, her two perfect breasts (God, her breasts were SO perfect!). She would clean her back and her tight, young belly, wash her muscular thighs and legs and feet. Lastly, in my mind, she would soap up her hands, lathering them with a thick layer of foam, then slide one behind her, up and down her ass crack and the other in front, up, down, and inside her pussy lips. I imagine this would turn her on to some degree, and on some occasions, she would take it further and stroke her clit until she orgasmed, causing her knees to buckle; she would have to drop to her knees while the water ran over her body until she recovered.
This entire movie played over and over in my mind as the water ran in the shower above my head.
Soon, I heard the shower stop and after another 10 minutes or so, Ellie came down the stairs. She was wearing a short-ish t-shirt that had "Girls just wanna have fun!" printed on it. It might well have said "Please fuck me!!!" since she was wearing nothing under it. When she moved at all, very little was left covered. Modest, she was not.
She looked me up and down, then pontificated: "We're not related but don't get any ideas that you will EVER be able to make out with me or anything else. You're a nerd and I'm... well, I'm obviously not a nerd. I usually go out with football players, athletes, etc."
She continued: "I DO like to hang in the house with very few clothes on, as I'm sure you've noticed."
"I don't like panties or bras at home; they're just too restricting. If that turns you on, I'm sorry; you're just gonna have to deal with that on your own. I'm sure you know how to take care of those feelings in your room with the door locked."
As she walked in front of me to cross to the kitchen, I could see her pussy hair peeking out from below the T-shirt. It got me so flustered I dropped the book I was holding.
She stopped immediately in front of me and bent at the waist to pick it up.
"Jeez, nerd. Never seen a hoo-hah before? You HAVE an older sister. Did she never flash you a peek of her vuh-jay-jay, just to turn you on? And maybe turn her on also? I always enjoyed doing that to my older brother! Even though I was his flesh and blood, he would always get rock hard every time and have to run to the his room to jerk off, where he would sniff a pair of my previously worn, dampened panties. I don't know why boys get off on that so much. Seems kind of nasty to me. I would catch him red-handed rummaging around in my dirty clothes hamper, tossing all my clothes aside, frantically looking for the dirtiest, smelliest pair of panties he could find. The more excited I had gotten in them, the more I had oozed in them, the happier he was. When I went through my clothes to get them ready to wash, sometimes I could tell he had fucked my panties and put them back. There was dried boy cum all over the crotch. Whenever I encountered that I imagined in my head him standing at the edge of his bed, sliding one hand up and down his greased up cock, then cumming and spurting jiz all over my smelly panties, while he pressed another pair against his nose, deeply inhaling the musky, sexy scent. At that point, I just thought of them as boys, not my brothers, and it would get my juices flowing. I certainly didn't want to fuck them, but I wanted to fuck someone... anyone. Usually, there was no one available, so I ended up having to finger myself to orgasm. This is kind of a vicious little circle, because when that happened, my panties got really REALLY wet and I would put them in the laundry. A couple of days later, my brother would find them and the cycle would start all over again. You ever do that with your sister's panties? I'm sure you did. I think all boys do that. They're weird that way."
As she said all this while bending at the waist to retrieve my fallen book, the V-neck of her tee-shirt fell forward, and I had a perfect view of her tits!
