When I was a young buck I didn’t have many friends on account of our family living in a rural area. The few friends I did have I only got to see mainly at school. Living in such a sparsely populated area meant that girls were slim pickings. As it would turn out my sister ended up being the hottest girl in the school once she began to develop. So much of my sexual expression as a boy was spent obsessing over her nubile body.
At the time of this story my sister was just beginning to develop tits. They were still very small. While her pussy was capable of growing a small bit of hair she kept it shaved bare. It always surprised me how she got me hard just looking at her since she didn’t look all that different from, say, two years prior. Really all she had was her cheeky little ass and those small tits. But that was plenty enough to stir the bees nest brewing in my balls.
Our clothes hamper in the bathroom was rather large and round. It was made of some kind of whicker pattern that allowed for small holes just big enough to see out of into a brightly lit bathroom, but not big enough to see clearly into the dark insides.
I got really ballsy one night and hid underneath some clothes in a bid to see my sister’s naked body. It was all working out swimmingly until I moved to stroke myself off while she was pealing off her dress. She was looking in the mirror and she must have caught a glimpse of movement through the tiny holes of the hamster.
My sister quickly spun around with her dress bunched up around her arms over her head. She was looking right at me with a very crossed look. I was so scared I dared not breath. I looked down at her hairless slit and I could feel my mouth watering. Apparently the holes in the hamper were bigger than I thought because she saw my eye movement and rushed over to the hamper, still nude, opening the top and throwing the clothes that covered me to the side.
When she uncovered me I just sat there frozen. I was mortified. She slapped me. HARD! Then she went to say something to me loudly. Oh, God! She was going to stir our mom! If you had offered me a rope I would have gladly hanged myself in that moment!
But my sister stopped herself. Hope! Hope was in the air! My sister grabbed me by my shirt collar and hauled me up until I was standing, towering above her by a few inches. She looked down at my shorts where my boner was pitching a tent. Her face cracked a wry smile. More hope!
Through clenched teeth she whispered, “You scared the heck out of me, jerk!”
I tried to apologize, but I couldn’t speak. My face must have said it all because she got a sad look on her face as if she was empathizing with me.
“Why is your thing hard?” She asked also in a whisper as she again looked down at my hardon.
Again I wanted to speak. I wanted to tell her how sorry I was and how stupid I was and plead with her not to tell our mom.
“Show me it!” She commanded.
My heart skipped a beat. Had she been any other girl I would have been happy to show her, but this was my sister. We weren’t supposed to be doing this in the first place.
As I mulled over the command in my head some more she threatened, “Or I could just go tell mom you were spying on me in the shower!”
This she said loud enough that I knew she meant business. Without any more hesitation I dropped my drawers. My boner bounced around a bit flinging precum here and there on the clothes inside the hamper.
My sister grabbed my shirt at the waist and ripped it off over my head hard enough to cause damage to my earlobes. She then grabbed me by my left earlobe like a teacher at school would and pulled on it telling me to get out.
At first I was afraid she would shove me into the hallway naked, but she just meant to step out of the clothes hamper. After having done so my sister and I stood in front of each other naked for the first time since we used to take baths as kids. I wanted to reach out and play with her boobs. Rub my finger inside her slit and feel where my cock goes. All sorts of dirty things ran through my mind making my cock excruciatingly hard. So hard that it now throbbed, bouncing with each beat of my rapidly beating heart.
“Come here,” she commanded pulling me along with her towards the bathtub.
As we walked over to it I checked out her little fanny. It was growing nicely into a booty. I wanted to squeeze her ass cheeks. If she would have let me I would have gladly parted them and licked her taint.
She stepped into the tub and motioned for me to do the same. Our bathtub was huge. Large enough that most people thought it was a hot tub. But it didn’t have jets, it was just really big. So big that we could sit opposite of each other and lean our backs against the walls while still having a good view of the others privates.
My sister reached up and turned on the water. Then she began to soap herself up in a way I can only describe as flirtatiously. She handed me the soap and continued to rub the soap already clinging to her hands and body until it was all over every square inch of her except for her private parts. She told me to clean myself. I began rubbing soap into every area she had done, except that I wasn’t as slow and methodical about it as she was. Rubbing myself down like that just felt weird.
As I got closer to my inner thighs my sis began to rub the soap into her breasts. Then she began to work lower until she was rubbing her inner thighs as well. At the same time we both went towards our privates and as if in some kind of Mexican standoff stopped just short of rubbing our genitals. She pulled her cleft of Venus open and showed me the pink wet flesh inside. It looked like a pink rose. So soft and beautiful that I completely missed the fact that I was now jerking off!
Once I realized what I was doing I stopped my stroking motion, but left my hand on my cock. Like maybe she didn’t notice and if I just left it there it wouldn’t draw attention to itself or the deed I had done. But she did notice and she began to stick two fingers from her other hand into her pussy. Again I began to beat off subconsciously as I was mesmerized by my sister doing the same.
After a minute or so we both settled into our own rhythms. She began to roll a finger over her clit while she kept two fingers inside her slit. I jerked off with my left hand while playing with my balls with my right hand. Normally I didn’t play with my balls, but I felt like I should be giving her a show.
Soon we were both beginning to sweat. I could see it all over her forehead and it was dripping down her chest enough to begin a waterfall of soap and suds that terminated at her mons before parting each way over the sides of her pelvis.
I brought myself to the brink of cumming, but then held off a little to let her catch up. I didn’t want to do it without her. She pushed her foot into the inside of my leg and gave me a painful look like she couldn’t hold back anymore. I jerked off harder and harder until sperm was flying into the air and coming back down with a loud clack as it hit the water pooled between my legs. She tried her best to watch my fireworks, but she could barely keep her eyes open and keep from tilting her head back as waves of orgasmic rush coursed through her veins.
When the flood of hormones and pulses from nerve endings subsided we both began to giggle. Then we smiled at each other with a look like we accomplished something. She bent forward to watch my sperm as it slowly made its way towards the drain. The look on her face was priceless. A fast moving mixture of wonder, elation, curiosity, disgust, excitement, repulsiveness and lust. All rolled into one. She was both turned off by and turned on by the thick goo that came out of my penis.
Just then our mom knocked on the door asking her if everything was okay. I quickly maneuvered so that I was lying flat on the bottom of the tub incase she opened the door. My cool sis chirped, “Yes, mommy. I was just shaving my legs before I wash.”
Our mom replied, “Okay, sweetie. Do you happen to know where your brother is?”
“I think he still might be at Rodger’s house. He said he was going to do a project for school with him until dark,” my sister countered.
“Okay, well hurry up, dinner is almost ready!” She called out while walking back towards the kitchen.
We both giggled some more before she helped me wash the soap off of my body with cupped hands.
As I went to get up she grabbed me by the ear again and told me that I had better be able to keep my mouth shut and never tell a soul. Sorry, sis! Our stories are too good to keep bottled up inside!
I miss my sister a lot, but the girls like Vera H. from Met-Art help me remember the good times we had. You can have them too. With hundreds of girls there is somebody there who matches very closely with every girl you ever dreamed about!
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