I was 11 years old then. A younger cousin sister and I have
always been very close. Since we are only a year apart, both our
parents treated us like we were a twin set of boys. By that I mean
we took baths together until we were about 10 and we were forced to
sleep in the same hotel bed on family vacations until I was 16. We
finally needed our own beds because even though we were close we
still always fought about everything, just like any other brother
and sister.
When we were younger my sister was quite the tomboy. She always
chose to follow my friends and I to get in whatever mischief we
were in. She would even participate in our wrestling matches, she
was tough pinning my friends and myself frequently. She went
through puberty before I did and was bigger then me for over a
year. It was embarrassing to have my 5-5 younger sister towering
over me.
Even though we were young r we still were pretty liberal with what
we wore around each other. She saw me in my underwear frequently
and I saw her in her braw and underwear frequently. Every time I
saw her in her undies I would ogle over her luscious tan body. When
she would see me look I would whistle and joke and she would tell
me to shut up. She thought I was just kidding, but she was
definitely something to whistle at.
She would always bring one or two of her friends home with her. . I
always made sure to walk out in my underwear when they were around,
and She would shout at me to put some close on. I would walk out in
my briefs and say, "
But I was always fantasised over my sister. I would watch her
prance around the house carelessly in a T-Shirt and underwear. I
could not even begin to count the number of times I had to retreat
to my room to masturbate about having sex with her. Thinking about
her skimpy tank tops and tight panties . I masturbated for years
thinking of her. Right up to the time I had to go to poly.
The sexy Maths lecturer at poly allowed me to get my mind off my
sister back home.
In the fall of 92 , It was about 9 P.M when we got back from the
airport. I was pretty tired but she was still all excited about
spending time with me. " Let's stay up and watch movies," . " Did
you rent some?" I asked. " No but Mom and Dad have some," she said
with a coy smile.
I immediately dropped my bags at the door and wents on the couch.
"Make us some drinks and popcorn, . I waited for the microwave
popcorn and returned to the living room. She was taking forever,
but before I called to her, I finally heard her come thumping down
the stairs.
As I turned to ask her what took so long, my heart stopped. She was
wearing a skin tight T-Shirt and a very small pair of black. Her
panties formed downward into V under her belly button and had
little red bow directly in the middle. They weren't quite as small
as a thong but she looked sexy regardless. They went up into a thin
band at the waste, then back into enough material to barely cover
her . She bounced across the room while I watched her in the thin
material for all it was worth. I jokingly whistled and she just
looked at me and winked. She was just drop dead gorgeous and she
knew it.
She got on all fours, since the VCR was beneath the T.V, and began
to set up the movie. She was in a perfect style position. Her butts
angled up into the air, her back was arched, and she was resting on
her elbows. Her panties began to creep into her little skin it
slowly reached behind her and hugged to her groin. but I could
easily make out her private parts
She then hopped up, walked over, and sat down beside me on the
couch. She began to giggle, and before I could ask why, I found
out. She had gotten into Mom and Dad's hidden stash RA movies like
"Basic Instinct". Like having her magnificent body next to me
wasn't enough, now I had to suffer through these skin flicks.
We laughed and poked fun at the movies for a while, but we
eventually grew quiet. She lay there on the couch next to me. Her
fidgety behavior let me know that the movies were getting her very
aroused. She kept rubbing her foot up and down her tanned leg while
she rubbed her stomach just above her panty line. The more I
watched her get aroused, the harder I got aroused became. Suddenly
a sense of guilt caught me, and I grabbed the blanket off the back
of the couch to cover my bulging hard-on.
I told her. "I'm cold," "Me too," she said, as she grabbed the
other blanket and a pillow, and laid her head directly on my
crotch. I was so aroused, but I couldn't begin to think of how to
go about seducing my own sister. We sat there in silence for about
another hour until I eventually began to dose off.
