That summer day began like any other. Little did I know it would be a day that would change my life forever.
The Arizona sun was already shining fiercely as I went out to mow the lawn. Within minutes, the heat beating down on my back forced me to strip off my T-shirt. Another few minutes and I was had to whip out the handkerchief I kept as a rag out of my back pocket, and tie it, pirate style, around my head to protect me from the blazing sun. Despite the relentless heat, I managed to finish mowing the lawn in record time and popped into the house for a Coke.
My folks were both at work, so it was just me and my older sister, Pam, at home. She was older than me by ten months. We were both eighteen, but by the accident (I was the accident) of our births, I was a year behind her in school. She had just graduated from high school and was getting ready to go to college all the way in Pennsylvania. I on the other hand, had a year more of high school to suffer through.
When I had gone out to trim the grass, Pam had still been fast asleep, but now, as I bent to grab a Coke out of the fridge, I heard the water cut off and knew she'd finally gotten up and taken a shower. I just hoped she'd left enough hot water for me. I walked down the hall and into the bathroom.
"Dammit," I muttered.
Sure enough, Pam had been here. The mirror was fogged even though it was a hot day, and there were wet towels strewn across the floor. I turned on the shower and stuck my hand into the stream of water. Just as I suspected; it was icy cold. I walked back down the hallway, intending to give my sister a piece of my mind.
I had just raised my hand to knock on the door when I noticed that it was already open a crack. I stepped back, not sure whether I should knock, or push it open, or just go away, when I heard a low, gasping moan. Coming from the bedroom. I knew I should go, knew instinctively what my sister was doing. How many times had I heard myself making that exact same noise? But, I couldn't help myself. I stepped up to the door, and put my eye to the crack.
What I saw had me hard in an instant.
My sister Pam lay naked and writhing on her bed, eyes closed. One hand cupped a firm breast, tweaking and pinching at her already-hard nipple. The other hand was buried in the brown curls between her satiny thighs. Unconsciously, my hand went down to stroke my hard cock. Yes, I felt guilty about spying on my sister, but I had to admit she was the hottest girl I'd seen in a long time.
She was very petite, only five feet tall, but very curvy. She had started wearing a bra in about the third grade. I remember it being awkward at the time, but now she'd definitely grown into those amazing DD breasts. Her waist was tiny,and her ass, from what I could see, was totally grabbable. As if that wasn't enough to set my dick throbbing, she was making noises
guaranteed to make a monk pop a stiffy. Her moaning and panting, and the wet slurp of her fingers as she plunged them in and out of her pussy were almost more than I could take. I eased my cock out of my shorts and wrapped my hand around it, stroking it until the fat, purple head glistened with pre-cum.
Unexpectedly, my sister sat up on the bed.
"Oh, shit".
I was sure I was going to get caught. Hastily, I tried to stuff my cock back in my pants, but trying to cram a seven-inch boner with a mind of its own into shorts, even baggy ones, is not an easy task. Luckily, she wasn't getting up, just rolling over, her back and luscious ass exposed to my view. She rummaged around in her nightstand and to my surprise pulled out a flesh-
colored dildo.
"Holy crap."
I could not believe this was happening. It was beyond my wildest dreams, like something out of Penthouse Forum. I stood stunned, and rock hard, and watched as my sister, head thrown back, teeth sunk into her bottom lip, slowly eased nearly eight inches of vinyl cock into her pussy.
Man, how I wanted to be that dildo. But all I had was my own two hands. My dick was still hard and as I watched her work the dildo in and out of her dripping pussy it grew even harder. I knew I wouldn't last long, but I tried to match her stroke for stroke. As she thrust the dildo into her sopping cunt, I slid my hand tightly down over my shaft. Thank goodness her moans and panting masked my own rough breathing. I could feel myself nearing a climax. I wished I had thought to grab a couple of wet towels off the bathroom floor. Soon I was going to be shooting a load of cum, and I didn't really want it to be in my hands. But there was no way that I was leaving before the show was over. I whipped the sweaty do-rag off my head and held it ready. None too soon.
On the bed, my sister was beginning to thrash around, bucking her hips against the dildo deep within her wet slit. Her grunts and moans as she came sent me over the edge. I spurted load after load of hot cum into my waiting hanky. I had never cum so hard in my life. My knees felt weak and I had to lean my head against the doorjamb to catch my breath.
Then I heard my sister stirring in her room. I put my eye back up to the crack of the door and saw that she was getting up. She was probably headed for the bathroom. After all that she'd need another shower and so did I. This time I didn't think I'd care if the water was cold. Even after that climax I still felt horny. I jammed my semi-hard member into my pants with much less trouble this time and headed down the hall toward my room. I almost made it too. I was to the door of my room, when I heard my sister behind me.
"Hey, I didn't hear you come in," she said.
"Uh, yeah," I replied afraid to turn around, afraid that she'd see my half-hard cock tenting my shorts. "Going to shower?" I asked.
"Nah, just going to fix my hair."
I couldn't help but steal a look at her. Even after all that thrashing around her hair looked fine to me. So did the rest of her. She was wearing a schlumpy old bathrobe, but now I knew what lay beneath it.
"Yeah, okay," I muttered. "See ya' later."
I had to get into my room, to think about what had just happened and what, if anything, I was going to do about it. She slipped past me into the bathroom and I was able to escape into my bedroom.
The rest of the day was agonizing. I never did get to take my shower and my mind kept slipping back to what I'd seen through the crack of the door, causing my cock to grow as hard as a rock. I had to stage some strategic maneuvers to keep my folks from noticing what was going on. I managed to survive until bedtime, but my sister even haunted my dreams. That night, for the first time since I was like twelve, I had a wet dream, waking up with damp sheets in place of the usual morning wood.
The next morning I had planned to be first into the shower, but my Dad left me a list of chores to be done while he was gone. It included trimming the hedges and I knew I'd be sweaty. What was the point? Besides, it would be to my advantage to let Pam have her shower if it meant a repeat of yesterday. I made sure that I took a break around nine, the same time I'd knocked off yesterday.
I stepped into the cool kitchen, listening for the sound of water running through the pipes. No water...good sign. I stole down the hall and peeked into the bathroom. Yep, Pam had showered and left her usual mess. It was time. I snuck down the hall and paused outside my sister's room. Was it my imagination, or was the door standing a little wider open than yesterday? I peeked in and sure enough, there was my beautiful sister, spread-eagled on the bed, her hand drifting through the neat triangle of brown curls between her legs. Once again, I felt myself grow hard and I knew I had to have her if I could. I pushed against the door, wincing as it creaked open. Fortunately, my sister didn't seem to notice. It wasn't until I shut the door behind me, and locked it, that she registered my presence in the room.
"Oh my God! David, what are you doing? Get out!"
I just leaned against the door and grinned.
