This is a very slow-burn story with a softer-than-soft-femdom sort of vibe. I hope you enjoy! Whether you do or don't, I always appreciate feedback about what worked and what didn't (: All characters are over 18.
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My sister and I always got along pretty well. Charlie's 22, and I'm 18, so we were always juuust far enough apart in age that we didn't really get on each other's nerves at school or anything. But also we never really ran in the same circles, which helped too. She's always been more confident and outgoing, and I've always been more...shy and nerdy, I guess is how I'd describe it.
It's not like we were best friends or anything, but still, I missed her being around while she was off in college. For three years, it was just me and our parents at home. It was kinda weird at first, but it became the new normal -- only seeing her around holidays or school vacations.
The previous few summers, she and her best friend, Samantha, stayed in their dorm and then their apartment in their college town a few hours away.
But this year, ahead of her senior year, Charlie came back to stay the summer with us in her old room down the hall -- still decked out with posters of U.S. Women's Soccer players and concerts she'd been to, and home to all manner of stuffed animals and other things I was never allowed to touch on pain of death.
All that's to say that I hadn't gotten used to the idea of needing to lock my bedroom door.
I mean, I thought it was pretty good just for me to have
closed
the door while engaging in the summer afternoon pastime of teenage boys. So when she knocked, I only had time to hastily stuff my hard-on back into my underwear before the door opened and Charlie stuck her head in.
"Hey Danny, Mom texted me and --" she stopped short when she saw what I was doing, stricken with a look of bewilderment and horror -- probably a lot like the one on my own face.
Then she started laughing and took a step inside. I was still frozen, in shock, sitting off-balance in my computer chair with my shorts around my ankles and my hand trying in vain to obscure my only partially stuffed-in dick that was straining to break through my boxers.
"Caught you
red-handed
, you might say!" she said, chuckling to herself. "Well, I was going to say that Mom wanted me to pick something up for dinner...but I see you've already got your hands on some sausage!"
Har har.
I was sure I was red as a tomato from the embarrassment. And why had she
come in
!
"Jesus, get
out!
" I stammered, trying not to fall out of the chair and make the spectacle even worse while I grasped for my shorts.
She just smiled wider.
"So, you'd definitely be okay with
beef strokin'-off
for dinner, then?" she retorted, grinning the grin of someone who could not be more pleased with themselves.
I groaned. "Oh my God, this is embarrassing enough, please just
leave!
"
"Oh okay," she said, sighing. "I was gonna try to work in 'beating your meat' but I hadn't come up with a good setup yet. You'll just have to fill in the blanks on that one I guess."
She gave one last laugh, but, mercifully, backed out the door. I heaved a deep sigh of my own, letting my half-raised shorts fall back down in a heap.
Just before the door closed, though, Charlie's head popped back in, this time with an inquisitive look, not a mocking one.
"Wait a second, is that...?" she squinted her eyes at the computer screen, then took a step back inside.
Fuck. Please don't see --
I stood up and tried to block the screen, then realized that only gave my sister a full-on view of my underwear, though at least my boner had completely subsided. That was the least of my worries now.
"Oh my God, are you jacking off to
Melissa
?"
She didn't look angry, thankfully, more...mischievously intrigued, like she'd just heard me say that I like to drink raw eggs from a glass each morning -- something that makes you go "eww, that's disgusting...
tell me more
."
She took another step closer and leaned to the side so she could see around me. But the damage was already done.
There was no doubt she could see the whole screen now, filled with the bikini-clad bodies of two dark-haired college girls. I'd met Charlie's friend Melissa one time when she'd brought Melissa here a couple summers back. To see the sights I guess. Never asked why. Certainly never asked Melissa.
She was, as the French say,
hot as fuck
, the sexiest woman I'd ever seen in person, and I spent the couple of days she'd stayed here trailing her around the house and petrified any time she talked to me. Or really just noticed me, even. She had long, chocolate-brown hair, breasts that I wouldn't have been able to fit in my hand and a body that was toned and tanned. I'd spent many,
many
a free afternoon and night stroking myself to her pictures on Instagram after she'd left. Okay, and the nights she was here, too.
The one on the screen now was one of my favorites: Melissa standing on a beach, wearing aviators and a neon yellow bikini that hid very little, throwing her arms up in the air in excitement about...well,
something
. I liked to imagine something having to do with me, naturally. But it put her entire body, from head to toe, on display in a way I could never get out of my head.
And who would want to, anyway? The way her hips curved, how smooth every inch of skin looked --
mmm
. What I would do to get that bikini off her.
Still, I had to deny what I was obviously doing, even if it was plain as day.
"Err...
no
!" I finally retorted.
Whew, that oughta convince her!
It had seemed like the smart play, even though it was obvious I was jacking off to that picture. It would've been even weirder if I'd just straight up admitted it to my sister, though, right?
Charlie raised her eyebrow, clearly not even close to buying it, but still looking playful about it rather than enraged. That was good, at least. I think.
She leaned around and looked at the picture again, and her eyebrow arched even further.
