Our parents were on a one-week cruise Mom earned at work. It was for two people only so they decided to make a second honeymoon out of it. The kids had to stay home. I was the youngest, having just turned eighteen that spring. It was my last summer in high school. Mom and Dad wanted me to enjoy it. My brother joined the Marines when he graduated two years ago. My sister, Susan, was going to start her senior year in college. She offered to stay home and be sure that I stayed out of trouble. Just what I needed, my sister who was four years older acting as my babysitter.
I need to tell you a bit about my sister. She stands at five foot four inches. Her light brown hair hangs down to her waist when she lets it fall loose. And when it is over her chest, it emphasizes her tits. Her pair is not big, only about thirty-two inches of heaven. They are topped with nipples that make flannel look sexy. They are big enough to stand up under almost anything when the weather is cold. In the summertime, I try to be around her when she is in the frozen food section of the grocery store. Many are the night that I jerked off thinking of getting my hands on those tits.
I worked part time as a stock boy at the local Sears. It gave me money for the summer and left me time to have fun. Susan was in sales at the GAP in the same mall. Sometimes we rode to work together.
Susan’s car was a small Honda. It gave me a chance to be close to my sister. By close, I mean that I could smell the light perfume she wore and see the points her nipples made in her blouses. She wore a bra, but it was thin enough that everything just pushed through. That must have been why she was the leading sales clerk at her store.
Susan and I had the same day off early in the week of our vacation from Mom and Dad. I woke and headed for the bathroom. I didn’t hear Sis awake so I didn’t cover myself. I walked down the hall stretching and scratching my balls. The bathroom door was open so I walked in.
I was standing over the toilet when I heard footsteps coming down the hallway. They stopped at the door.
“Morning, Billy.”
Best way to stop pissing is to have your sister walk in on you.
“Excuse, me, Sis. I’m trying to do something here.”
“Gee, kid, it’s not like I’ve never seen one before.”
“You haven’t seen mine.”
Sis laughed.
“True, at least not in fifteen years.”
I stood there with my back to her, waiting for her to leave. She stood there waiting for me to finish so she could use it. I couldn’t because nature declared that males could not urinate when sexually aroused or embarrassed. So, I turned with a half-filled bladder and saw Sis was dressed the same as I was. In other words, she was naked too.
Now I was aroused and embarrassed. Sis watched as my best friend grew to the occasion. I rushed past her and down the hall to my room. I shut the door behind me.
The image of my sister lingered in my eyes. Her hair, sometimes, red, sometimes brown, depending on the light, framed her face, over her shoulders, and stopping just above her breasts. Those breasts with the nipples that teased me so. I had a glance between her legs. The same reddish-brown fuzz was there.
I closed my eyes and let my hand relieve the problem my sister started. It didn’t take long. Two quick strokes and BOOM. I was cleaning up the spill on the floor when my sister tapped on the door.
“I’m finished. Give me a ten count to get to my room.”
“Okay, Gloria.”
After my morning hygiene, I found Sis in the kitchen fixing breakfast. We looked at each other and laughed. It was like we were trying to compensate for our earlier nudeness. We each wore heavy sweat suites.
“I’m sorry, Sue. I should have locked the door.”
“I could have gone back to my room and waited.”
The day went smooth after that. That is, until each time I saw Susan. The after image of her in the door of the bathroom raced from my brain to my cock. I kept excusing myself from her presence to make it go down. Twice, I had to help it.
I ate dinner that night in the living room in front of the TV. I managed to keep her from my thoughts. I was doing fine until she joined me. I managed to keep it down by thinking of Roseanne naked.
Sue shocked me. She sat across from me. She spread her legs and reached into her pants. Her eyes glazed over as her hand bounced the fabric. My sister was masturbating in front of me.
“I’ve thought about you all day, Billy. I know you had to go whack off at least twice. I did.”
Susan stopped when an orgasm shook her. She continued when she caught her breath.
“I figure that if we do it while watching each other, it will be out of our systems.”
She pulled her pants and her top off. My sister sat in the chair playing with herself. I stripped down and had my cock in hand.
I watched her fingers go in and out of her pussy. She watched my hand go up and down my shaft. I missed her cumming. My eyes closed when I came so I didn’t see her. I’ll tell you now, it was the best hand job I had in a long time.
She came over to sit next to me. She leaned her head on my shoulder. I put my arm around her. My hand landed on her breast. My thumb and forefinger found the nipple real quick. It grew as I played with it.
“Is this the first time you held a boob in your hand?”
“No, but that one was dressed.”
There I sat. I was naked with my nude sister in my arms. I had one hand on her luscious breast. And there, within arm’s reach, was her pussy. All I had to do was reach out to touch it. Under her hair, was the opening to her womanhood.
“Don’t you want to find out what all the fuss is about?” she asked me.
I cupped her groin in my hand. The downy hair was wet with her moisture. I was unsure how to proceed. I extended my middle finger down through the tangled fur. I felt the outer lips of her pussy. She moved. My finger opened her. I found a little bud of flesh. I rubbed it. Susan moaned. I rubbed it again. Got the same reaction again, only louder.
“That’s the clit. My my, you have good instincts.”
I rubbed my finger to get familiar with the way a girl is designed. Sure, I read the health books and seen a few skin flicks, but until you have a girl in your hand, you’re not sure how to get your hand in a girl.
I followed Sis’s moans, groans and sighs till I found the right hole. It was warm, wet, soft and very tight. I pushed my finger in.
“Fore! You found the hole. Now you need to do a little putting.”
I guess Sis gets a little nutzoid when someone does this to her. She hates golf. I discovered that if I held my hand a certain way, I could move my finger inside her and thumb her clit.
I used the one finger, pushing and pulling and wiggling it. I then tried two fingers. Susan liked that.
Sis pulled my hand from her breast and took the middle finger into her mouth. It took a few seconds to realize she was doing a mock blowjob. The thought of Susan’s lips on my dick made me blast with no touching. I didn’t know I had any thing left in the tank.
“Damn, Billy, you should have told me. I hate wasting food.”
