***Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction.***
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So, at twenty years of age, I find myself in a little college town, attending S. University. As these things go, it's not a bad place, per se. There are taverns and bars, some shopping complexes here and there, enough to satisfy most people. But otherwise, it feels like the country. Lots of grass, lots of tall, old trees, great vistas from atop hills, farmlands... so it's pretty pleasant actually if you're into that stuff. S. University itself is fairly large and you can blend in well, seldom meeting the same people twice. Yeah, there's a lot of walking involved, especially when you have to live off-campus like me, but it works out well enough.
I couldn't get a dorm this year but managed to find a room to rent in this small house. It belonged to a retired couple, former hippies or some such. They were nice people who were seldom around, often taking trips who knows where. The place was a good 15-20 minutes walk from campus and was in a sleepy part of the neighborhood with a few other houses that also rented out to students. The rate was decent and the room itself, while small, still had an adjoining bathroom and its own door out. All in all, I couldn't complain.
My little sister on the other hand...
Alyx had enrolled to S. University pretty late, unsure about where to go until the last second, and even then missed some of the semester. Of course this killed any chance she had at getting a dorm room and left only the pricier places to rent. I didn't know about any of this, having left my parent's house back in August, when Alyx was still undecided on matters. So imagine my surprise when at the end of September, one breezy Thursday morning, I find my little sister standing outside my place, complete with luggage and all. She gave me the innocent doe eyed look and explained how she really didn't have any other place to go and how nice it would be to stay over- the usual stuff.
Well, what was I going to do? My little 18 year old sister in her freshman year with no place to stay, yeah I pretty much had no choice in the matter, grumble as I might.
"Would've been nice to get some advance warning," I grunted, moving her luggage upstairs.
Alyx smiled, although a tad nervously I noticed. "I promise I'll help out, Allan. Anything you want."
"And there ain't space for another bed..." I continued grumbling, shoving open the door.
"I'll sleep on the floor, I don't mind!"
"Nah, nah... floor's fine for me... " I replied, less grumpily. I didn't hate her for her it or anything, although I had been expecting a mostly private time when I was here. I'm a guy who values his privacy and it was going to be a bit awkward sharing a small room with my little sister. So, I was a little annoyed, but it would pass.
I glanced over at Alyx while she was busy unpacking her stuff. She was wearing a simple but form fitting outfit, a black jacket, and black hip hugging pants. Her dark, brown hair, almost long enough to reach her butt, hung freely about her face as she bent over to check a bag. At eighteen, she had filled out her 5'6 frame nicely. Not a thought that should really come to a brother, but I got over that a long time ago. She was a slender girl, perhaps 120, 125 pounds at most, but she was no stick figure. As she had always been careless of leaving her underwear laying around, I had on more than one occasion noticed her cup size was a 32C. In other words, she had a nice rack, not too big or small, just a nice, healthy handful. She kept in shape, evidenced by her more or less flat tummy. And her legs were long and shapely. Nice curves to her hips, and a small but spank-able ass rounded out her features so to speak.
Over the years I couldn't help but notice her maturation into a young woman. She was a beauty, make no mistake, and I've had to fend off more than one guy who fell head over heels in love with her. Still, she was never one for the dating scene, which was a surprise given her looks. Sure she went out on dates, but not many. Then again, we were brought up in a pretty straight laced community and dating was never as big a deal as it might have been in other places. As I watched Alyx's cute little ass straining at the black fabric of her pants as she bent over to pick up something, I wondered idly if she was still a virgin. I could feel myself stiffen slightly as I imagined I could just see the shape of her vulva. Just a brief daydream, but I wondered how it would feel if I came up and just pressed my groin against her right there and then, that delicious heat mingling... I shook my head and dismissed the thoughts.
Yeah, I was an irredeemable perv, but there were limits. I've had pussy before, though I wasn't a stud by any means. Fooling around with a few girls in high school, a quickie in my freshman year at S.U. ... nothing special. I'm not a bad looking guy, I've even been called cute once or twice, but I'd say I'm strictly in the realm of average. My hair is darker than my sister's, but we have the same light brown eyes. At 5'11, I'm definitely taller than her though. I've kept in shape myself and I think I can say I'm a fine specimen of a young man, if a little bit on the skinny side.
I was also pretty damn horny all the time. Nothing new, of course... but having my little sister around was going to seriously cut into my porn surfing and masturbation sessions. She was a homebody, so I couldn't expect her to stay away for long periods.