I was pulling in the driveway when a text from my sister, Amelia came through.
Bedilia: Mom is pissed you're late. You better call her, she's going to bed.
I rolled my eyes, irritated I still had a curfew at 19 years old. Even more irritated I still had to live with my parents in the first place.
Me: It's fine, I'm home anyway.
We've all sent a text to the wrong person. I once thought I was telling my girlfriend that my mom was being a bitch. Turns out, I was telling my mom. I imagine that something about the timing of my reply confused my 18 year old sister. That or having texted me at all, was quickly forgotten considering what she'd obviously been doing.
Either way, my phone chimed almost immediately and a picture of bare tits lit up the screen. Less than ten seconds later, before I could even process what was happening, a pussy showed up too.
"What the fuck?"
I knew it was Amelia, not because I was familiar with her body, but her pink plaid sheets were unmistakable. As was the stark white nail polish I'd seen her applying that very day. Polish that adorned the tips of the fingers touching the lips of her bald pussy.
I loved my sister. We got along great, rarely argued, and had formed a sort of alliance against our strict parents. I'd wondered, more than once, what was underneath her clothes, behind a bath towel, through the frosted glass shower door. I'd never chastised myself for those curiosities, she was an attractive girl.
She'd walked in on me masturbating once. I don't think she saw anything, my back was to her, but my near nakedness, my movements, and the porn on my laptop made it pretty obvious. We never brought it up again after she apologized and after that, she always knocked.
What she'd accidentally sent me was transporting me back to that day. Making me remember how after she'd left the room, I'd searched to find a different video with a girl who looked like her. I came that day thinking of my sister. Once those memories and thoughts started, I couldn't stop them.
Fuck, she had a pretty pussy. It was wet. It looked small, tight. I started to get hard thinking about everything I wanted to do to it. And her tits, oh my God. I wanted to suck on each one.
All of this happened in a flash. I was sinking into a pit of sexual need and deviance in my car, in my driveway, staring at photos of my own sister, while she was behind the walls of the house touching herself for someone.
The pictures disappeared, the display changing to notify me of an incoming call. 'Bedilia Calling...'
"Yeah?" I answered sounding hoarse. My throat was tight and all of a sudden, and very, very dry.
"Oh my God, Kellen! Please please tell me you haven't read my last two texts."
"Amelia..."
"Oh my God! This can't be happening. I'm such an idiot. Please forget whatever you saw, Kel."
No fucking way that was going to happen. "Who were you texting?"
"Why?"
"I want to know."
"Stop it. I haven't done anything with him. And he hasn't even seen the pictures because I'm a moron and I sent them to my own brother." She groaned.
I could practically see her, naked, blushing a bright red with embarrassment. Sex was probably the last thing on her mind now. Unfortunately, it was all I could think about.
"They're really sexy."
"What?"
I don't know what I was thinking or doing or who this stranger was talking for me, but hearing her voice while the pictures stayed burned in my memory was making me insane, probably.
"My dick is hard." A quiet gasp came through the connection, but nothing else. "I'm sitting outside in my car. I'm not sure I can come in."
"What? Why?"
"I can't unsee you now. I want you." The admission felt surprisingly good. I sighed and used my hand to squeeze some sense into the cock bulging my shorts.
"Shut up, Kel. Don't be a jerk. I'm embarrassed enough."
She thought I was fucking with her. That was understandable. She'd seen me uncomfortable over the years and I always dealt with it with humor or by lashing out. That's not what was happening.
I glanced around our dark neighborhood before pulling my cock out of the waistband of my shorts. I snapped a photo and attached it to a reply for Amelia. The words read, "This is what your pictures did to me."
I sent it and just waited.
"Holy shit," she whispered. "Kel, stop it."
"Are you still naked, Sis?"
Her voice was tiny and quiet when she said, "Yes."
"Can I come in?"
"You live here."
"Yeah, but if I go in, I'm going to your bedroom, not mine."
"No, Kel. Don't say things like that."