Chapter One: The Dream
It was a dream, right? I want to believe it was real but, my God, how much of a sick fuck was I, to even think it could it have been!
The first time I saw her, she was standing in her bedroom window, back lit by the light on her nightstand. I saw her long dark hair fall forward as she bent to pick something up from the floor. The silhouette of her body shown through the, sheer, night gown she wore. Her breasts, large and firm for her 18 years, jiggled wonderfully under that night gown. It was the first of many times that I watched for her, never realizing I was heading down the path of the voyeur. I only knew how she made me feel and I wanted her, sick as that thought made me feel.
In no time, I was obsessed. I took every opportunity to watch her, spy on her. I watched, as she changed clothes through that window. I watched her breasts bounce as she released them from her bra. I watched, as she gently rubbed them massaging off the days confinement and saw the look of pleasure on her face as she did. I watched, as she bent to remove her panties and, likewise, massaged her ass and that glorious mound of public hair, stretching, feeling the joy of being unrestricted and naked. I watched and grew hard with trembling obsession over my sister, and it made me sick, but I knew there was no stopping!
Her name was Darlene and I was in lust, in complete lust with my sister, Jesus help me!
It was hot that day, a real summer scorcher, as often said. I decided that the local lake would be a good choice and drove off to enjoy the cool waters and delights of sun bathing. It was mid week and I knew that few people, if any, would be there and that suited me just fine.
I was spending a free summer, waiting for my call to arms. The draft was looming large in my future and I preferred not to think about it. Getting out of my car, I was pleased to see I had been right, no one was at the lake. I grabbed my towel, radio and the small cooler, in which I had placed a few beers, stolen from dad's reserve in the garage fridge, and headed off for the lake beach.
A few minutes later, after a walk through a wooded area, I was all set for the afternoon, my towel was spread out, the cooler was in reach and the radio was tuned into a local station playing the current hits. The Beatle's were playing "Lucy in The Sky With Diamonds", when I decided to go skinning dipping, as no one was around, and slid out of my shorts and t-shirt. It felt so good standing there naked, unfettered to the world. I took the time to slowly rub and scratch my body everywhere, languishing over the feeling and going everywhere my hands and mind told me I needed to.
The hot sun and warm wind on my genitals excited me and my cock began to enlarge, it was a feeling I enjoyed and I smiled at the thought crossing my mind.
"Do you actually use your mind or do you do all your thinking with your dick?" It was a favorite expression of my close friend, John, and it never failed to crack me up.
It got hot quick and I cursed at my late arrival, running to the water, trying to spare my feet and looking forward to cooling off. Flopping in, my breath was slammed out of me, by cold lake water and it took several seconds before any normal breathing started again. Despite the shock, my body got used to the water quickly and I found myself reveling in the warm and cool currents of the lake.
Rolling over I floated for a long period with my manhood riding the small lake waves, flopping back and forth, as I moved my arms and legs to stay afloat. My mind turned to my sister again. Two nights before, I had caught her getting ready to go out, just coming from her bathroom.
My cock started to grow again as I remembered her shedding her towel and setting on the edge of the bed, spreading her legs, as she inspected her pubic mound and hair growth. I watched, with abated breath, as she slipped her fingers inside her pussy and started massaging herself.
Out of nowhere, a thought slammed into my mind, "Someone's watching you!"
I, quickly, jerked to a more up-right position, treading water and surveyed the shore line.
"Nothing! What the hell's wrong with you, Mike?" I wondered to myself, at once, feeling guilty at having watched my sister again, and started my return to shore.
Walking up to my towel, I still had an eerie feeling and began to worry over someone I knew, might be watching me, naked on the beach,. "I'd never live it down." I thought.
"Oh my God, that fuckin', John better not be out here screwing with me!" The thought crossing my mind, as I finished drying off and reached for a beer. I scanned the beach once again, as I popped the top and tipped my head back, for the first long cool drink.
"You like watching me, don't you?"
It was my sister, Darlene, no mistaking that! I damn near choked on my beer, and spat out the last swig. Dropping it, I lunged for my towel, quickly wrapping it around my waste.
"Where in the hell are you, Dar?" I yelled out.
I had heard her, but I couldn't see her! The glaring sun light made the woods shadows even darker and impossible to see into, but the voice came from the shadows again.
"My, a little shy for someone that likes watching me naked, aren't you?"
I was mortified. "How in the hell did she know? I was careful wasn't I?" I thought, as I quickly traced my memory for any indication of when she might have seen me looking at her, but could think of no time that might have been.
"God damn it, anyway!" I cursed under my breath, then asking,
"Hey, that is you, Darlene? Isn't it? I said, stupidly.
"You know damn well it is, Michael. I've been watching you since you showed up and I must say I liked the show!" She called out, giggling.
"Aw come on Darlene! Hey, you know it was an accident, my seeing you that is, don't you?" I said, hoping, to God, it didn't sound half as lame, to her, as it did to me.
"Ya, I figured as much, but then I began to wonder about a few things. Like, why your bedroom light went out every time I turned mine on, ya know?"
"Geees!" I muttered to myself, "She knows and I'm busted!"
"Well, hey maybe it wasn't an accident." and I heard her laugh, that low husky laugh she'd developed over the past 2 years.
"We're still friends, aren't we sis?" I asked, hoping she'd forgive me.
"I suppose Michael. I should be angry with you, but I'm kind a flattered that you'd want to watch me. I'm really not trying to embarrass you, Mike, but let me tell you, your face was priceless a few minutes ago!" and she laughed again, harder this time.
"Would you mind a little company?" She asked, after her laughter subsided.
I couldn't believe it, but managed to croak out a, "You bet." And out she came, like a model on a runway, from the wooded shadows.
Flashing a big smile, she made the most out of the distance she had to close, to meet me on the beach. Dar wore her smallest string bikini, one that I swore was a size or more too small for her, or at best, one that was bought a couple years ago, before she filled out.
