I heard the sound of the water hitting the new green tiles of the bathroom even before I was completely in the room. I walked casually into the room and dropped my book on the bed and glanced in the mirror on top of my sister’s dresser on the other side of the room.
My reddish hair looked like a halo around my ginger coloured face and I smiled at myself even as I sighed at what covered the mirror at odd angles. It was her drying pantyhose. I had shared the bathroom and the room with my sister for the three years because my parents had had another child and needed a nursery. I prayed that I would get into a good college across the country so that I could go off and leave my barely eighteen year-old sister.
At that moment, I did not think about going into the bathroom so that I could brush my teeth before I practiced playing my oboe. When I walked in, I saw that the curtain was partially open and my sister was having one of afternoon showers. It was only one week in every month that she did that, but I guessed that she was on her last one for the month. She did not respond to my entrance, so I allowed her to think that she was still alone as I picked up my toothbrush.
I squirted the greenish toothpaste on it and began vigorously brushing my teeth as I thought about nothing in particular and hummed my new solo piece. It was a piece by Bach, I remember, but the title escapes me. Anyhow, it was while I was rinsing my mouth out that I heard strange sounds coming out of the shower.
The sounds barely sounded like my sister and they had an odd effect on me. She was moaning and the flow of the water seemed to be flowing differently, so I sat up and walked over to the shower just to see if something was wrong. It almost sounded as if she was crying and I just wanted to check up on her.
When I looked, I found that she was doing something quite different from crouching on the floor of the shower and sobbing as I had expected. Instead, she was standing with her back arched against the wall, her long dark legs spread and her eyes closed. When I looked between her legs, I suddenly understood why the flow of the water had changed and I gasped soundlessly even as I felt a bulge grow in my pants. She had the showerhead in her slender right hand and was slowly massaging herself to an orgasm as she played her with her large nipples with the other hand.
Her mouth opened as she moaned louder and though I wanted to turn around and leave, I lost control of my hands temporarily and put my hand inside my sweatpants. I seemed to be rooted to the spot as I massaged my throbbing cock inside my pants and continued to watch my younger sister. I had never seen her in such a light for whenever I looked at her, I saw only my little sister who liked to follow me around and pester me as much as she could.
I had never noticed the beautiful girl my sister had become behind her glasses and thick, dark hair. She looked positively delicious as she pulled on her nipples harder and licked her small lips. As I watched her, my throbbing member slipped out of my sweatpants and I stroked it faster as she suddenly stiffened. She began moaning very loudly as her body started to shake shiver and she climaxed even as the water washed all her honey away.
She opened her eyes, and turned around before I could get myself covered up. She looked right at me as I shoved myself into my pants and I swear she was smiling even as she gasped in surprise. I ran out of the room, down the hall, and into the family’s TV room to get away from her and the shame I felt for watching her. I did not turn on the television.
I simply sat on our couch and closed my eyes as I prayed that she would not tell our parents what I had done. After about five minutes, I heard footsteps coming down the hall towards where I was sitting and when I ventured a peek in the doorway I saw my sister standing there. She was wearing a white robe that barely covered her wide thighs and a towel encircled her head, hiding her wild mane of black hair.
“I am so sorry, Tracy,” I began hoarsely. “I don’t know what came over me,” I explained to her.
She smiled one of her sweetest smiles at me then. “I think I know what happened to you,” she said.
“You do?”