No matter how hard you try, sometimes you cannot get someone off your mind. For me, it was my baby sister. I call her baby sister, because she is a year younger than I. She has grown into a beautiful woman that gets attention from many men. Yet, for some reason, she seems unfazed by the attention. She has always been the shy type. Not so much for me.
When we were growing up, her and I were practically inseparable. We would watch Saturday cartoons together, play outside in the yard together, play inside together. I wasn't sexually attracted to her as a kid, perhaps because I didn't understand sexuality yet.
As we grew older, her body started to form. First, she started to grow bumps on her chest, then her hips and butt began to fill out. By time she was a teenager, she was drop dead gorgeous. I guess you could say I am decent looking too, a product of having two good looking parents.
As a senior, she was toned and athletic, with thick thighs, though she had only "B" cup breasts. Don't ask how I know that. Her build was a product of being a volleyball player. Even though she was not good enough to play on the varsity team until her senior year, her body still developed a solid build.
Because she did not have very large breasts, she would often walk around the house without wearing a bra. Most the time you couldn't tell, but sometimes she would wear a tank top or a tighter fitting t-shirt that would on occasion reveal her nipples. Other times, I could see just the outer parts of her breasts pushing through her shirt. If I was lucky, I could catch a glimpse of her breasts when she would bend over while wearing a loose fitting shirt.
I knew it was wrong to look at my sister like that, but I was a teenager with raging hormones. It was hard to resist looking at such a beautiful woman. Sometimes I would tell myself that she was doing it on purpose, to tease me. If she weren't such a shy, reserved person, I would have believed the story I told myself.
When I went off to college, it was a double-edged sword. I no longer had the opportunity to see my beautiful traipsing around the house, which was a negative. On the other hand, I was no longer being tempted by my sister, which allowed me to focus my attention on other women.
Like most college students, I had plenty of fun with other college girls, but never dated anyone serious. I just wasn't interested in having a serious relationship, which would tie me down from having fun with many different women.
I came home for Thanksgiving weekend and was feeling especially horny. It had been awhile since I had seen my sister, who looked more gorgeous than I remembered. Her long blonde hair hanging over her cute, round face hypnotized me, especially when she cracked a shy smile. Her blue eyes were clear like the Florida Keys water. There was such an innocence about her that made her even more attractive. Seeing what a beautiful woman she has become made me wish I had been there to celebrate her 18th birthday with her and give her a present she would never forget.
Friday morning, I walked into the living room, where she was sitting on the couch in thin pajamas watching cartoons and eating a bowl of cereal. I entered the room and sat in the recliner to the left of the couch. We talked for a few minutes, catching up on our lives. Each time she leaned back to take a bite of cereal from her spoon, the outline of her breasts would push through her shirt. I had a hard time keeping my eyes on her face.
Having a hot sister is definitely a curse. I could feel my groin starting to stir as she stood up and walked toward the kitchen with her empty cereal bowl in hand. Her pajama pants were sucked up into the crack of her ass. With each step she took, I could see her full ass cheeks flex. I thought about how nice her ass cheeks would feel in my hand. I knew I had to do something about my excited state, otherwise I would be in hell all weekend.
When my sister returned to the living room, I told her I was going to go back to sleep for a little bit. She said she was just going to lounge around and watch TV all morning, so I felt secure enough to go in my room and jerk one off.
I closed my door behind me and slid onto the bed, jerking my shorts and boxers down around my ankles. I heard the heat kick on and closed my eyes, enjoying the feeling of the heat blowing down on me from the vent on my ceiling. I grabbed my half-erect dick and started jerking away while thinking about my sister. The hallway was quiet so I was sure my sister would not hear me moan as I feverishly stroked my dick. It felt so good.
When the heater kicked off, I heard my bedroom door creak open a split inch. Sometimes my door did not close tightly. The change of air must have pulled my door open a little. I considered getting up and closing my door, but my hand was making me feel too good. Since my sister was in the other side of the house, I decided to just finish the job.
My breathing grew heavy as I was getting close. I imagined what my sister's body would look like naked in my mind as I grew close to an orgasm. My hips were bouncing on the bed, causing it to squeak a little bit. I guess I didn't think that she would hear my bed over the sound of the cartoons.
That is when I thought I heard something on the other side of my door. I opened my eyes and saw that my door was cracked open a little more than it had been before. To my surprise, I thought I saw a brief glimpse of my sister scurrying away. Thinking that I had been caught prompted me to pause momentarily. As I stopped, my dick screamed for me to continue, so I obeyed.
After shooting my cumm inside of a tissue, I rested for a minute then headed to the bathroom that separates my bedroom from my sister's bedroom. I looked in the direction of my sister's room as I was preparing to enter the bathroom and noticed that her bedroom door was closed. I clearly remembered seeing it open when I woke up.
Seeing the door closed made me wonder if my sister had indeed walked past my room earlier. After washing my hands and throwing the soiled tissue in the trash can, I headed to the living room to see if my sister was still watching cartoons. To my surprise, she was not in the living room so I checked the kitchen.
She was no where to be found in the house so she must have went into her bedroom. I was sure now that she must have heard me and my bed making noise and peaked into my room while I was masturbating. The thought of her seeing me masturbate was awkward, but it somehow excited me.
Even though her and I were close, I did not have the balls to ask her if she had watched me masturbate. For one, that would mean admitting to her that I masturbated. Secondly, that would mean I would have to have an awkward conversation with her about watching me masturbate.
Neither of us mentioned the event over the course of the weekend. Everything seemed to be normal, no weird looks or awkward conversations took place. I thought that maybe, just maybe, she hadn't looked into my room. Either that or she did not find me masturbating to be a big deal. After all, I am sure she knows I do it, even if we don't talk about it.
After going back to school, I had sex with a couple girls, imagining I was having sex with my sister. The month between Thanksgiving and Christmas break seemed to last forever. I couldn't wait to get home and see my sister again. The month gave me plenty of time to devise a plan to see her naked. In fact, I devised several plans, so that if an opportunity presented itself, I would be able to spring into action.
Her high school let out for Christmas break a few days before my college. I had missed her eighteenth birthday while I was away at college so I stopped by the store and picked her up a book from her favorite author that I knew she was hoping to get soon. It doesn't hurt to make sure I am in good graces with her if I expect to see her naked. Hopefully the gods would be looking down on me with favor over the holiday.
When I arrived home, she was not home so I set the book on her bed then started doing laundry. The laundry room is next to the kitchen so I made myself a sandwich than sat and watched TV while waiting for my laundry to finish drying.
I heard a car outside and saw my sister walk through the laundry room a minute later. My sister smiled at my as I looked back at her and said, "Hello". She walked over to me and gave me a big hug, welcoming me back home. Her hug was tighter than normal, allowing her breasts to press against my chest.
The buzzer on the dryer started going off, alerting me that my first load of laundry was dry. We broke our hug and went separate ways. After folding my clothes on the couch in the living room, I took the basket of folded clothes to my bedroom. My sister had her bedroom door closed and was apparently talking to one of her friends about plans for the following day.
