When you read the title you may find this hard to believe but it's a story based on facts. I am Jake and I am 18 and I have a sister, Kara who is 20. She is as tall as I am which is around 5 feet 9. She gets a lot of comments from my friends especially about her lovely long legs and nicely shaped butt that is apparently more boyish than mine. I don't really understand why they call it boyish. I don't think it's boyish at all. She looks very hot in a pair of shorts and her flat abs and c cups make her very exciting to dream about as well. Her figure is a lot slimmer than my mom and that makes her very shapely and hot. Although thinking about one's sister is taboo, I can't help looking down her t-shirt once in a while. She is quite free around the house and more often than not, I have seen her in her underwear. I do have flat abs and possibly my features seem a lot younger than guys my age which doesn't get me the attention I want in school, at least from girls my age. A few hours in the gym every week keep my muscles toned but not as bulky like the guys you see in movies. You can say that I am shy around girls although I do have my perverse fantasies which are common among guys. After turning 18, I was waiting for the right girl to come along so that I could practice what I learnt from the countless nights I spent watching 'educational' movies.
My sister is the splitting image of mom in terms of facial features apart from the fact that mom is older, warmer and more loving. She looks way younger than her age. She does wear C cups and sometimes D based on the bras that I have inspected fairly intimately. So I am not sure which size she actually is and the circumstances and our relationship to each other, have not given me too many opportunities to find out. She has a slightly protruding tummy, wider hips and a butt which is womanly and alluring. She is also quite broader than my sister. Some of her hugs are very exciting to say the least. I really don't understand how some girls can transform into ladies like my mom. They are never like this when they are my age! I know her legs are quite long and nicely shaped for her height of 5 foot 6. Although sexy is not a word I would use to describe her for obvious reasons, if it weren't for the relationship we have, I might use that word without a second thought. However, I have not seen her body much as she prefers to wear clothes that mostly cover her body. She is usually in a dressing gown when she comes out of her room in the mornings. It is said that, the more a lady covers herself, the sexier she becomes, which holds true for her. Her short dark hair and small face makes her look younger than her age of 40. Younger guys give my mom a lot of attention even when I hang out with her. Their eyes go to most parts of her shapely body. Her face is so angelic and she is quite shy that it is hard to imagine that she could pick a guy up at random. Dad is out most of the time with his sales calls which leaves mom to look after us. She says that I make her look even younger with my youthful looks when we go out together!
Mom's younger sister Aunt Emma lives next door. She lives alone after her divorce. Her son Steve visits her during his summer vacation. She is slimmer and slightly taller than my mom with a figure that is similar to my sister's. Aunt Emma keeps herself fit by jogging regularly. Her features are alarmingly similar to a porn star I like which makes it embarrassing for me when I see her. Her D cups (confirmed!) seems hereditary from my mom's side of the family and with her tall frame she is a knockout. She usually has a boyish hair cut making her overall effect seem much nicer than mom, but it's all relative. She considers me to be her favorite and calls me whenever she needs help around the house. It goes without saying that she doesn't wear a bra all the time and her nipples are the longest I have seen although my experience is somewhat limited.
So it was a Sunday morning when I heard my Aunt scream for me from outside my bedroom window that overlooked her house. The two houses were a few feet away and I could jump onto her balcony which I did frequently to gain access to her place. It was shorter in distance and most importantly I sometimes managed to get glimpses of her coming out of the shower with a towel wrapped around her amazing body. I love to watch her enormous breasts jiggle inside her night dress when I manage to spy on her on some nights. I could never say if she noticed my eyes on her but she never reacted when she caught me gaping at her nipples that seemed to push the limits of her t-shirts and my blood pressure. My room facing her room was a double edged sword, as I had to be careful to make sure the drapes were drawn during my marathon porn viewing sessions.
I was still in my night shorts as I jumped over to her balcony and walked towards her voice. I love showing off my upper body and hence I went there in this state. I found her in the room next to her bathroom holding onto the washing machine as it tried to move across the floor or at least that's how it looked. I noticed that only after I saw her lovely form bent over the machine and holding onto it making her whole body shake deliciously. She was dressed in a pair of figure hugging work out shorts and a t-shirt that was low cut which fit her shapely torso to perfection supporting her mountainous breasts. The side view of her was breath-taking as her breasts strained against the material and could glimpse the skin below her armpit. Seeing this part of a woman (call me strange) and the back of her neck always gave me a bigger thrill than the all popular trio: butt, breasts and crotch!
The room was pretty small and had two connecting doors: to her room and to the bath room. The washing machine was about 1.5 feet wide and 2 feet long and sat in the middle of the room which was slightly bigger to accommodate a dryer as well. There was a full length walk-in cupboard in one corner.
"Don't just stand there, help me hold this!"
I rushed to the opposite end of the machine and held it down as it vibrated.
"I put too many clothes into it," she grinned sheepishly. Her cleavage was tantalizing to say the least, and I noticed her crotch so close to the rounded edge of the machine. My porn ideas started to flow imagining various possibilities with that vibrating edge. Her hands were at the diagonal edges of the machine while I was right opposite her jamming my unprotected crotch against it making sure my cock was pointing down as it already had started to act according to my perverse thoughts. I looked at her face, smiling at her and vibrating along with the machine as it tried to spin the clothes. Her hair was boyish as ever and the t-shirt stretched tight over her slim body with her tummy slightly exposed. Was I imagining it or was that strip of bare midriff expanding?
Since we were leaning over, I got real close to her and managed to get a good glimpse of her lovely cleavage. Her breasts seemed to mash against each other showing a indentation between them making me want to push my finger in it. She didn't seem to mind my scrutiny or so it seemed as there was no visible reaction on her lovely face and pouting lips. I forgot to mention her lips. They put Angelina Jolie to shame. Mom says that I have full lips too and long lashes that would have looked better on my sister.
I couldn't stop thinking about her crotch and willing it to move so that it could rest against the vibrating edge and wondered if she would like it. Her crotch was puffed up in the way it does when a girl wears a tight pair of shorts. It was mesmerizing. One thing led to another and I was starting to imagine how she looked like under her shorts. Invariably my cock started getting harder which was not a good thing and the vibrating metal amplified the effect. The strength of my shorts was being tested along with their elasticity. My face was going red by the second and willing my erection down was a near impossible task. I was not willing to move away from the vibrating metal that would have helped in achieving this goal. One jerk from the machine and my cock sprang up to rest on the edge in plain view. I was glad that the button on the opening at the crotch managed to hold the head in place. I was lost in thought about how I could slip it back down when I heard her voice in the distance.
"I think this end is bucking a bit more than yours. Can you hold this end Jake?"
I noticed that her eyes were on my bulge, but she didn't say a word as her whole body jiggled.
My head was full of my problems to notice anything wrong about this request as I was happier to be out of sight. When she didn't move aside to let me hold her side of the machine which would have been the right move, I started to get worried. She stood there with her ass pointed toward me as I went close to her. The picture of Sara Stone (the porn star) came into my mind. My eyes when to her neck and the curls at the back of her neck that had escaped her pony tail made me want to kiss her neck. .
"Hurry up, Jake, I can't hold it alone!"
The urgency in her voice made me forget my problems. I moved behind her and held the vibrating machine with my hands so close to hers. For a few seconds, I was able to keep my cock away from her butt but she asked me to hold it firmer and I forgot all about my bulge. I may have been imagining things but I felt her lean back a little when I moved closer but dismissed the thought immediately. This was my Aunt and I didn't think she would do such a thing. Her body vibrated against mine, relaying the machine's vibration directly to mine. Her soft body did a lot more than the hard metal did to lovingly convey the hard vibrations. I leaned against her body feeling the warmth and her fragrance. I knew it must be her natural body fragrance as she must have just got up and freshened up to go jogging. It gave me a heady feeling making me lose control slightly. It was as if an unseen hand was pushing me to do things that only existed in my wildest dreams.
