Sister is Caught Let me start off by saying that what I did might be considered wrong by some people, but we didn't care at all and we still don't. If you do, you probably shouldn't be reading this.
I had just graduated college, and being an English major, I didn't have many options in the job market. So, naturally, I became a "boomerang child" and moved back home. Being unemployed gave me plenty of time and I ended up working out in the garage more often than not. After a few months, I was developing a fit, muscular physique that went well with my six-foot frame. These traits, combined with the coppery red hair that occasionally pops up in our family and my bright green eyes, had let me enjoy a few flings since I'd been home with women who shared my aversion to relationships. Naturally this led to some good-natured ribbing from my mother and the one sister who was still living at home. Of course, I ribbed right back because my mother is a fine figure of a woman at forty and my sister Marley...well, what can I say about my sister? She was 18 at the time, a senior in high school, and while she wasn't precisely a model, she had boys hanging by her fingertips (at least until I let them know what a hazardous place that was to hang from). Now, when I say "not a model", don't misunderstand. She was and is very attractive, about five feet five inches, with gray-blue eyes, honey blond hair, luscious hips, small well-formed B-cups and an extremely firm, sizable ass. As a matter of fact, it was that very ass that was to be my downfall. That same attractive, sizable ass would eventually turn me into the delightfully twisted person I am today. But at the time, I was still living a fairly normal life as an unemployed writer-slash-fitness nut in my parents' house.
I had just walked into the house after a workout and I naturally headed straight to the fridge to mix up a protein shake, when I heard a small, thin sob from the next room. I headed into the living room of our house and discovered my sister sitting on the couch, quietly sobbing. As the big brother/protector figure, I figured it was my duty to console her or at least talk to her about it.
"What's wrong?" I asked, sitting down beside her and placing a comforting hand on her back.
She sniffled as she replied "Nothing...it's just that my boyfriend just left me. It's not like we were happy or that I didn't see it coming, he was getting all cold and distant and a little mean, hadn't so much as touched me in months, but I just hate being alone. And then I started thinking about senior prom, how I was going to have to go all alone and then I started dwelling on how my prom night was ru...ru...ruined."
Cue the floodgates as she flopped on to my shoulder and sobbed for a moment before recoiling from my sweat-covered t-shirt. I didn't really know what to say because the truth was I'd always thought her boyfriend was a shit. So, I volunteered to take her to prom.
Her joy was overwhelming and instantly as she leapt into my arms, crying "Thank you, thank you Sam! You're the sweetest brother in history! I'll go tell Mom and Dad!"
Well, fuck, I thought. I hated prom, even when it was mine and this was probably going to be a shit-for-all.
I was right; prom was an exasperating mix of pictures, awkward high school children, more pictures, a stultifying dinner, shitty music and awkward dancing. Finally, it was over. We were in the car on the way back to the house from after-prom (an idiotic concept clearly meant to prevent the merry high-schoolers from merrily drinking and fucking the night away), and Morgan was reminiscing about the high points of the night to herself while I listened patiently with half an ear.
Then she said "You know, I really miss Aaron" and fell into a dejected silence, clearly expecting comfort of some sort from me.
The best I could come up with was a lame "He wasn't good enough for you anyway", a little note from the Big Book of Clichés for my little sister.
She sighed in a strange, exultant fashion and said "Yeah, maybe not, but I'm not really missing the emotional aspect of our relationship right now." This took me quite off guard, as Marley was usually quite reticent about her love life, especially to me.
I caught myself asking her "What do you mean? Did you and Aaron fool around?"
"Well, that's not what I meant exactly. He just had nice hands, that's all. He talked me into going, well, you know, all the way a couple of times. It didn't feel very nice and I didn't let him do it often at all."
Poor kid, I thought. What I said was "Well, you were too young for hooking up anyway. But I'm sorry you miss him. Don't really want you to be sad, short stuff."
She nodded to herself absently and gazed out the window into the night as the car rolled on. We didn't speak again the entire ride home.
It was about two hours after we had returned from prom, about five a.m. and I had to piss. I levered myself up out of bed and padded to the shared bathroom on the "kids" side of the house.
After I finished in the john, I was trudging my way back to bed when I heard a whispered "Work, you stupid computer!" from the computer room adjacent to my bedroom. Curious, I stepped through the door to find a screen full of text flickering on, and my sister's lovely bare ass spread for me to stare at in all its glory. She was fingering herself, bare-ass naked on all fours in front of a laptop with a "Literotica" banner across the screen. I watched in fascination as she frantically jammed two fingers into a sopping wet, delicately shaven pussy with a lovely arrow of golden fur pointing right to her engorged clit. This alone would have been enough to floor me, but what I saw next sent me over the edge. She laid her head down on the floor, eyes closed, and reached her other hand around to the swollen pink cuntal folds, caressing them and transferring the juices to her puckered little anus. Her first finger, lubricated by the glistening juices of her hot young snatch, slipped effortlessly into her ass and I gasped aloud.
My gasp was echoed by hers as she ripped her fingers out of her pussy and asshole, spun and sat on her heels.
Her cry of "Fuck! Oh God, oh no!" fell on deaf ears. Her nipples seemed on the point of bursting through the thin t-shirt she wore, and the small hand which covered her crotch only tantalized me with what it concealed.
I was left standing with a steel-hard boner (in paper thin boxers) and nothing to say to my little sister except "Shit!...uh...fuck...sorry!" followed immediately by a quick exit on my part. She simply sat in stunned silence after her initial outburst.
