When I was 19, I attended Boston University. Being almost 3000 miles from home was tough, but I enjoyed it. But not nearly as much as I enjoyed a particular trip back home for Christmas when I was a sophomore. That Christmas, something incredible happened. Something I hope will happen again, and again, and again.
My sister Emily had just turned 18 and entered college herself. As a freshman at Arizona State, she was having the time of her life. She had written to me about the fake ID her "big sister" in her sorority had given her and she was drinking and partying nearly every night of the week. I could imagine what ELSE she was doing every night of the week too. My sister is 5' 9'' with platinum blond hair, large but perky breasts, and an ass that would make your mouth water when it's hugged by her Abercrombie and Fitch jeans.
So this particular Christmas was her first time back home from college, and the first time I got to see her since we both left for our respective universities. When I got home from the airport, there she was, all 110 pounds of her, just the way I remembered. It was good to see her again, and we gave each other the obligatory, if not awkward, sibling hug. For the first few days back home we didn't talk much since we were unaccustomed to the home surroundings. Christmas came and went, as well as New Years, and then the family had a ski trip planned.
Our entire family headed up to ski at a mountain a few hours from our house. We spent the first day skiing and enjoyed a good nights sleep after the exhausting activities, but the next day we were snowed in, and the lifts on the mountain were closed. Stuck indoors, my sister and I hung out together upstairs at the cabin we had rented. There was a loft area that she and I were sharing with our other sister to sleep in, and we hung out in it for most of the day, playing cards and watching TV.
While we were playing a game of Go Fish, our conversation drifted to college life and the kind of stuff we did on weekends. She told me how much she enjoyed drinking and having fun with all the fraternity guys, and I admitted I enjoyed drinking too. Then my sister also told me about the times she'd smoked pot. I told her that I'd just gotten into it as well, and that I had enjoyed the few times I'd done it.
Soon enough, Emily suggested that we smoke together to see what we were like when we were high. When our parents had gone to bed, Emily and I snuck out of the house in our winter jackets and went under the deck to smoke together. I must admit it was a little weird smoking pot with my sister, but it was fun to watch her try and take the biggest hit she could. Eventually, we were both thoroughly blazed and pretty cold from the winter air, so we headed back inside, giggling at the smallest noises we made since we were still trying to keep our parents from knowing what we were doing.
We made it inside without incident and crept down to the basement room of the rented cabin so we could talk a bit louder without being heard. We sat down on the bed and began to talk more about school and life and what was going on for each of us. Eventually it turned to our love lives and how we were each doing with our perspective mates. We giggled about a bad date Emily once had, and eventually she admitted she had been having some trouble in the bedroom with her last boyfriend.
"He just wasn't adventurous enough." She said. "I wanted to try some new stuff and he freaked out on me. Too conservative."
I couldn't imagine what guy would shy away form some adventure in the sack so I had to ask, "Well what on earth did you ask him to do?"
Emily was silent for a moment. I could tell we had just crossed into a realm the two of us had never entered before. She finally sensed the awkward pause and said, "Well, I don't know. Just some stuff."
Hah, that was descriptive. The conversation continued briefly and we talked about how her boyfriend would sometimes force her to give him head when she didn't want to, but I sensed we never really reached the issue in question. Eventually Emily said, "OK, I just realized I'm still wearing snowpants and my jacket from being outside. I'm melting here!" I agreed, and we parted ways to change into our pajamas.
I went to my suitcase and got some gym shorts and a t-shirt, then changed in the bathroom. I looked at my red eyes in the mirror and smiled at how goofy the two of us were being since we'd smoked. Tossing my snow clothes back in my suitcase, I headed down the stairs to meet Emily in the basement again when I got there I saw a sight that made my jaw drop.
Emily was standing with her back to me, surrounded by her suitcase and piles of clothes, wearing only a thermal top and a small, cotton thong. Her little, apple-shaped ass was the most perfect thing I had ever seen. The string of the thong disappeared into her crack, and her cheeks spilled down hanging perfectly over her thighs. As I drank the sight in, I noted that both cheeks were tinged light pink with the cold. Clearly she had been standing in the chilly air with no pants on for some time. Looking in her suitcase once more for something, she bent over offering her ass up in a lewd display in which her pussy clearly bulged through the material of the cotton panties. I was about to make a joke to let her know I was standing there when she suddenly shouted, "Eric! I can't find my pajamas!" With that she turned and caught me standing there.
For a moment we both stood there, speechless. Then we both broke out laughing at the situation. She hit the floor and was rolling on the ground with laughter. I watched, stifling my own giggles, as she rolled on the ground, giving me increasingly interesting angles of her ass. She must have realized she was rolling on the cold floor and jumped up with her hands clutching her butt cheeks. "Shit," she said, "I can't find my pajamas."
I thought for a moment and said, "Here, you can wear these." I quickly slipped my gym shorts down my legs and tossed them over to her, leaving myself in my boxer briefs and t-shirt. Normally I would have felt exposed in front of my sister, but under the circumstances I didn't even think twice about it. Emily seemed to be under the same effects, as she grabbed my shorts and slid them on. Now that we were both modestly covered, we collapsed on two beanbag chairs and giggled a bit more. Then Emily said, "So what were we talking about?"
I reminded her that we were talking about her exploits with her ex boyfriend and how they were less than fulfilling. "Ugh!" she exclaimed, suddenly very frustrated. "I can't believe he called me a slut just because I wanted to explore with a little anal play!"
"What?" I said, catching myself.
"Our sex life needed a little spicing up, so I asked him if he would play with my ass a little and he freaked out!"
Silence.
I think I was waiting for her to continue, not exactly sure how to move the conversation forward myself. I did, however, find myself flashing back to the view I had just captured of my sister's tight, round ass when I had walked into the room. The guy had dumped her because she WANTED him to play with her ass? What the hell... "What do you mean?" I asked stupidly.
"You know," she stammered. "Like... lick it, finger it, stuff like that I guess... I don't know I've never tried it."
Now it was my turn to be silent. Then I dared to ask, "You wanted your boyfriend to do that to you?"
