My younger sister Taylor and I were just a year apart. Growing up we spent a lot of time together, so we were always close.
But as my "high school" years arrived I moved to my brother's house, where sports and friends and school activities taking up all of my time.
I rarely went home except for Christmas and the odd birthday. It wasn't until I was nineteen years old that I I moved back home with my parents and my youngest sister Taylor.
It was early in the spring and Taylor was still finishing "high school" and would graduate at the end of the school year.
I noticed she had grown up and was very proud of her two new bumps that she displayed proudly. Taylor had turned eighteen a few months prior to me moving back home.
Taylor stood about 5'4" and weighed about 85 pounds. Taylor's light brown hair with blonde highlights that went down to about shoulder length. She sported an athletic body which was the result of a variety of sports she played. Taylor enjoyed playing softball, and volleyball and especially gymnastics. Gymnastics made Taylor quite flexible and agile with a tight little body.
Taylor's high cheek bones accented her nose perfectly that was well suited for the size of her small face.
Taylor had a small mouth but with lips that highlighted her mouth but with ruby lips that seemed able to pout effortlessly at will.
Taylor's alluring hazel eyes completing her innocent and dangerous but pretty features.
Those small but firm pair of 32 B's I spoke of earlier, stood right up and made you take notice and Taylor was quick to present them rather generously by pulling her shoulders back and pushing her breasts out front.
Taylor's legs were short and muscular and were symmetrical to her tiny frame. Taylor's legs were not stubby or fat but were muscular and strong and came up and created a beautiful heart shaped ass that definitely got her a lot of attention. Taylor especially received noticable gazes while wearing a pair of spandex pants or tight fitting jeans.
As for me, I was athletic with an average build, but it was toned. Standing 5'11" and weighed about 160 pounds I was quick and agile and surprisingly strong for my size. My ass stood out as being my best asset which seemed to be a family trait. I had been told on numerous occasions that it looked great in a pair of jeans. My hair was dark brown or black, depending on what time of the year it was. As for looks, I was slightly better than average looking with a clear complexion that was lucky enough to avoid acne problems though my adolescent years.
I was nervous and shy around the opposite sex, with the exception of Taylor due to all the time we spent together when we were younger.
As the days went on, I got caught up on all the changes and all the happenings in my absence. On that list was Taylor's social life, that seemed to interest me the most. Taylor's new boyfriend topped that list.
Taylor kept him pretty low key from both my parents and myself and we respected her privacy for the most part.
Other than saying that she had a boyfriend, Taylor never really offered any details and I felt uncomfortable asking her, considering we hadn't been close in awhile. As it went on, the who he was and where he was from remained a mystery. Except for an occasional quick glimpse I would get of him pulling away in his truck a time or two as he drove away. away, nobody had really saw him up close.
Taylor would go out with her boyfriend whenever my parents would head into the big city to go shopping and visit family which was a regular occurrence with them.
Taylor's boyfriend would pull up in front and Taylor would jump in and they would take off in his truck for a couple of hours. Taylor would come back home looking completely exhausted, her hair and clothes in disarray. Looking far from the impeccable appearance Taylor had presented prior to her date.
Our parents owned a Double wide mobile home. It was located in a very small hamlet of maybe a couple hundred people. We were an hour away from the nearest city with several little towns and hamlets in the surrounding area.
My parents frequented that city pretty much every day as I had mentioned. it usually meant they were gone all day and even a day or two on occasion.
A few weeks had passed by as Taylor continued to spend time with her boyfriend while my parents were preoccupied elsewhere.
One fortuitous day when I had finished work early and found myself home alone. I assumed Taylor was out with her boyfriend, but was not sure about my parents whereabouts. I was up early that day and left while everyone was still asleep.
I could hear Taylor's boyfriend's truck pull up in front of our place. It was hard to miss his Ford truck that sounded like he was running straight pipes for exhaust.
That day when I returned home after work I had parked in the carport in the back because I had no plans of going anywhere for the next day or so. It was a little unusual for me because for the most part I would park my car out on the street. Depending on which Way you came into the mobile home park, nobody would be able to notice it in the car port.
I rushed to the front window in my parents room at the far end of the house. My parents room was closest to the West side that ran along the west facing road. That road intersected with the road running along the north side that made our place the corner house. The Noth facing road that led to the entrance or exit to the mobile home park, depending if you were coming or going.
Trying to get a glimpse of Taylor's boyfriend but I couldn't get the window open in time to see him as he pulled away, further extending the mystery of how he looked.
The bedroom window had marbled glass so you couldn't see outside unless you opened it.
I heard him pull away as I reached the window, so I didn't even attempt to open the window to look out. I decided instead to peek out the side window that faced the north facing road instead just in time to see Taylor heading up the walkway.
Taylor was moving quite gingerly up the walkway, she was looking quite tired and haggard.
With her arms clinging to her sweater. Taylor wrapped it around herself like a thief hiding their ill begotten treasure as she slowly made her way inside.
I decided to hold my position inside my parents bedroom, hidden from view by the half-closed door.
Taylor made her way inside, carefully I stayed out of her view when she entered the house by staying behind the bedroom door. I wanted to give Taylor a chance to get settled before alerting her to my presence.
Taylor came through the door and as she reached the sofa, she lifelessly flopped down over the arm with one leg draped over it and the other leg on the floor straddling the corner of the sofa, which caused her legs to spread wide open in a a half sitting position.
Taylor must have assumed nobody was home because she remained like that as she closed her eyes and let out an exhausted, but pleasurable sigh and drifted off to sleep almost instantly.
I paused momentarily, not quite sure what to do, then decided to approach Taylor quietly and slow hoping not to startle her. As I carefully approached Taylor like a Ninja stalking his prey, I moved in for a closer inspection of the situation.
Taylor was still collapsed on the sofa and was now looking lifeless except for her breathing.
Taylor's dress rode up to her hips due to her leg being over the arm and her other leg spread wide apart. by the corner of the sofa, this gave me a grand view of my sister's sweet cooter.
Taylor's neck string on her dress caught my attention, it was not tied up, causing her dress to fall below her left breast, revealing my little sisters nice tit. Taylor's beautifully shaped, small but firm looking breast lay in plain view also thanks to one side of her sweater that fell open to one side.
Taylor's pink nipple, swollen and rosey red from recent play was well exposed to me as I examined it quickly with a roaming eye.
