This is another attempt at writing from the male perspective.
All comments welcome.
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I am 19 years old, still live at home when not at University and am currently single. Typical family, mum, dad and a sister with a pet dog. Since we moved into a larger house when I was 14 I have had my own room, which saved me from having to share with my sister. She is 18 years old and there is only a very little age gap between us, less than a year.
We are very close, sharing a room until early teens kind of demands you get on, and it helps if you friends, which luckily we are. We had fallings out, all siblings do, but on the whole we were more like best friends than brother and sister.
When we shared a room we tried to respect each other privacy, we were both at that awkward age of development, but accidents happen and I had seen her naked and she had seen me. She has since developed into a very attractive young lady, very petite body, barely 5 foot tall, long brown hair to around her elbow in length, she wore size 8 clothing with a 30A size bra, not that I checked. I am a little over 6 foot, short cropped light brown hair, I am no gym fanatic but I have some muscle definition and if I really really tense there is the startings of a 6 pack.
It is a strange thing when you share a room for so long, and then you suddenly have privacy, lonely is the wrong word as you don't get lonely, it is just, well, it is just weird. Being able to walk around naked and not bother, waking up with morning horn and being able to sort it, those sorts of things. I also found myself spying on her, which sounds a lot worse than it was, it was an innocent teen peeking through the crack in the door if she didn't close it properly and very occasionally catching a glimpse of her in her underwear.
I was fairly sure that she did it to me as well, hovering shadows outside the room if I didn't close the door properly, I am not 100% sure if she did or not and I didn't broach the subject, but I am fairly certain that she had peaked at me at least two or three times. We still spoke about everything and we had very few secrets, I knew she was a lot more sexually active than I was, I had had sex twice, and both times had been enjoyable for me, arguably a bit short for the lucky lady. She had a long term boyfriend for a little over a year which from what I could gather she went around at weekends and just spent 48 hours with her legs open, not that I was jealous.
That sounds a bit weird, jealous of my sister having sex. Do all brothers fantasise about their sister? I don't know, it isn't the sort of subject that comes up in the pub, my mates have described in detail what they would like to do to her, but I just did the whole "leave her alone she is my sister" stance. I could appreciate that she was a very attractive girl and if she wasn't my sister then yeah, I would probably want a bit, but she was my sister and doing anything with her was a fantasy at best, and at worst illegal.
This is a story about how fantasy became reality, and to quote from the above, "I got a bit."
It all started one standard rainy English summers day when I got a letter through the post. I opened it and it was tickets and notification that I had won a weeks all inclusive holiday in Barbados for two people. Great, I was single and I was considering not bothering when my sister came down and saw the letter and asked who I was taking. I said I didn't really know and before I knew we were going together and it was next week.
It was a good job we got on as planes don't tend to be all that large, and it isn't a short flight. It had not escaped my attention that the dress that she was wearing was a thin strap at the top and when she fell asleep on my shoulder her hunched position gave me an unhindered view straight down her dress. Couldn't really see anything due to the angle, but could see the tops of her boobs and when she shifted her self a bit I was sure I caught a glimpse of a nipple. I stopped myself staring and woke her up when the food was brought around. She would never forgive me if she missed out on food.
I almost asked if she had a bra on, but there was no way I could ask without sounding like a perv, so I just left it. After the meal, which was typical plane meal, okay, but that is all, she fell asleep again. This time she shifted around in the seat to sit with her back to me, her legs curled up beneath her. She sank down a bit which allowed me to see over her head which was resting on the top of my arm and see straight down her top. She was indeed not wearing a bra, and I was sat staring at my sisters tits down her top. I just stared for a couple of seconds before looking away and going back to my kindle.
She was cute, and every time she moved I had another peak at her unobstructed breasts. It was a shallow angle so couldn't really see much, they were on show though to me, no one else could see. She moved again, this time her dress folded down the middle holding it a bit further off her body, not much more, but enough to allow me to see right the way down it to where her legs tucked beneath her body. I now knew that she had panties on, and I knew that they were a light green in colour.
I again stared for a few moments and felt a stir in my pants as my penis stiffened slightly. Shifting it so as to hide my erection I looked up and caught eye contact with the elderly chap sat opposite us in the isle. He looked at me and smiled before glancing down and just stared again. I thought for a second he had spotted my hard on, then wondered if he had seen me staring at my sisters boobs, but I quickly worked out that he was looking up her dress.
I shifted my arm waking her up, "Eh what?" she said sleepily.
"Sorry," I whispered, "but you need a longer dress to sleep like that."
"Oh hehehe," she laughed sitting up properly sweeping her hand under her bum to cover her modesty.
She looked across the isle and the chap smiled at her before going back to his book, the woman next to him, his wife I assume was fast asleep, unaware that her husband had been perving on a girl at least a third, probably closer to a quarter, of his age. She put her head on my shoulder again and said quietly, "Thanks."
"No probs," I said.
"Old guy?" she asked quietly so no one else could hear.
"Eh?" I said.
"Who was looking?" she clarified.
"Oh, yeah," I said, "Prob made his day."
"Prob made his life, crinkly old pervy fucker," she said almost silently as she giggled.
I felt a pang of guilt as I was no better, in fact I was worse, I had been viewing her boobs for the last 30 mins and saw her panties as well, I only woke her up when a random was checking her out. "Least I had some on," she said.
"Some what?" I asked being taken by surprise by her statement.
"Panties," she said still dozing on my shoulder.
"Would be a brave girl to go without in that dress," I said looking at her legs where her dress stopped a good 6 inches above her knees.
She just smiled and dozed on my shoulder for a while as I tried to move as little as possible as I glanced down between my legs. I was rock hard and could feel my cock straining against my shorts resulting in a noticeable lump. I unfastened the tray and lowered it down, placing my kindle on it and sliding it forwards to cover me up. After a few minutes she leant forwards and got her kindle out of her bag.
The plane eventually landed and we collected our bags. A chauffeur was waiting for us with our name on the iPad, very posh, and took our bags as we followed. He opened the door to a blacked out perfectly clean black Mercedes and allowed us to get in before placing our bags in the boot and getting into the drivers seat.
He drove us to the hotel and escorted us to the reception as a porter unloaded our bags and disappeared with them. We checked in and went up to our room which was a suite on the top floor. Our bags were waiting for us, the air con was set at 20 degrees, a large bathroom was immediately to the right as you went in with a separate area at the side of it for changing which was partitioned off from the rest of the room. The bedroom was dominated by a large super-king size bed in the middle of it, a 50 inch TV was on the wall which was situated so it was viewable from the bed or from the sofa to the far end of the room. Double balcony doors opened up onto a large balcony with two chairs and a table with two sun loungers as well all set-up. There was also a bottle of bubbly and two glasses on the desk along with the usual hotel info packs.
"Wow," Fi said, "this must be worth loads."
"Fairly good isn't it," I replied looking around the room. I was used to Travelodges and Best Westerns, not that there is anything wrong with them, but this was very luxurious.
"Understatement of the century," she replied smiling at me.
I had noticed that there was only one bed, and the sofa wasn't a sofa bed, "Erm," I said pointing at the bed.
"What?" she replied looking at the bed I was pointing at.
"One bed," I said.
"Oh yeah, didn't even notice," she replied, "Guess you are sleeping with your sister," she added with a cheeky grin.
"That okay?" I asked.
"Look at the size of it," she said gesturing towards the bed, "I am sure we can cope."
"Want me to go and see if they have a spare bed?" I asked.
