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The first time I saw my sister naked, I remember my knees trembling and my throat becoming suddenly dry. Pictures of naked women abounded on my password-protected computer, of course, but to this point in my life I had not seen a real naked woman. Maybe when we were both younger, we had inadvertently seen each other but it was certainly not anything either of us remembered. Our normal childhood was just like any other. But even at a young age I do remember being aware that my sister, who I was not supposed to notice sexually, was quite a stunning creature.
She was a very natural blond, with beautiful skin that was just begging to be tasted. Her neck especially looked delicious, when she tilted her head to one side, revealing that sensitive and vulnerable part that I could sink my teeth into. I loved the way her long strands of hair fell to one side when she did that, cascading over her shoulder. How I longed to touch her… But it wasn’t allowed. I knew that, even at a young age.
Now that I was old enough to act on my inclinations with any female I wanted, it seemed that the only one I wanted could not be had. The thought of other men, or boys really in our teenage social circles, staring at her and desiring her as I did, feeling the same urges as I had for years, drove me to insanity. I was the one who desired her, and yet they all had their opportunities to be with her while I never did. I learned to accept this finally, and moved on. It had not been easy, but an entire society of stigmas would eventually ward off my desires and stow them away where I no longer paid any attention to them.
That is, until I saw her naked. To be fair, it was not in any way her fault. I had come home unexpected, and in our bedrooms upstairs the front door could not be heard. I knew she was home, but did not realize that she had slept in late and waited until now to take her morning shower. I had been up earlier, and our parents were long gone for the day. I hadn’t bothered to call out to her when I realized the bathroom door was wide open. I simply hopped up the stairs and went for my room, which was past the bathroom and her bedroom. I was going to change out of my shorts and into some nicer clothes, when I caught sight of her as I passed.
She was bent over, already having dried off with the towel that she was now using on her dripping hair. Thinking that she was alone in the house, she had not bothered to close the door, likely so that the mirror wouldn’t steam over. I did the same thing when I was home alone. Roughly tousling the towel through her hair, she could not hear my quiet steps. My body stopped instinctively, and my gaze went right to her legs and rear end, both splendidly on display as she bent at the waist. I knew it was wrong to look, and the guilt kept growing the longer I stared. But I couldn’t look away.
Her legs were lovely, for sure. But they only led my eyes upwards to the wondrous spectacle of her ass. A single drop of moisture began to roll down the luscious curve of her buttocks, stopping at that sweet inward angle where her cheeks met her thighs. I wanted to dive forward and catch that drop on my tongue, but I restrained myself understandably. Still, despite what I knew to be right and wrong, I felt an uncontrollable erection strain my shorts. I had to get out of there, now. Any second she would stand up and see me, and my obvious arousal, and it would be hell. She would think me sick and perverted, and she would be right.
In seemingly slow motion, it happened. She straightened, shook the hair from her face, and turned while still holding the towel in her hand. She pivoted around to face the mirror, but saw someone in the doorway. Without covering herself, she glanced up to see me frozen in both terror and lust.
I expected her to scream. Or to begin yelling loudly while frantically attempting to conceal her nakedness from her sibling. I could tell by her eyes that she was shocked, perhaps a bit scared. But neither of us did anything. She was frozen as I was, watching me stare at her body. My eyes did not dart up and down, but rather I seemed to stare at her entirely in one single unflinching gaze.
God, she was beautiful… Her hips were cocked up on one side just a bit, giving her that wonderful feminine pose that drove men crazy. I noticed how tight and firm her body was, though I already knew she was very active. When I dared take special notice of her breasts, I remember observing how they were not especially large, certainly not like the women on my computer. But I had never been more inclined to reach out and suck on them, groping them in my hands and feeling their softness. They were lovely, most assuredly the best pair I’d ever seen.
Finally, she dared to move. I felt defensive suddenly, ready to defend my actions and run like hell before she said anything. But my body would not move until I heard her speak at least one word. I couldn’t help but notice, however, that she had not yet attempted to conceal herself. Perhaps she was trying to maintain some kind of dignity, otherwise the embarrassment ata┼čehir escort would grow even more between us.
“I’m sorry,” I blurted.
She chanced a glance down at my shorts. It was much too late to try to hide my erection from her. She had seen plenty of it by now. Maybe I could show my own dignity as she was doing. Calm, quiet, unmoving. No movement at all. If I dared adjust my composure, I would surely lose my dignity and run far away to hide.
“Oh, no… I didn’t…” she stuttered.
She began to wrap the towel around herself. She tried to keep it around her chest, but it was too small to wrap around her upper body. It was no use at this point to pretend she needed to cover what I had already seen. So she lowered the towel and did her best to fasten it around her waist. Of course the towel was still too small to do this properly, so it hung lower above her hip and her right thigh was still in my plain sight.
“I didn’t know you were home,” she said, her breasts bare and open for my viewing.
I tried not to stare, but she wouldn’t have noticed anyway. Her eyes were fixed on my crotch. I turned my body slightly, but the angle only showed her more detail.
“It’s okay,” she said calmly. “Too late anyway. The only way I could possibly see more was if you took your shorts off.”
Was that her way of breaking the ice? I laughed nervously, trying to play it off I guess. I really didn’t know what to do at this point. My sister was still mostly naked before me, the towel around her waist almost enhancing her sensuality like a mini skirt with a slit up the entire right side.
Before I could make a move, we both heard the front door. The faint sounds of voices told us our parents were home.
To my surprise, my sister ran towards me and grabbed my shirt with one hand and the doorknob with the other. Pulling me sharply into the bathroom, she quickly shut the door. To be honest, I was surprised she didn’t just slam it closed with me still on the other side of it. Why had she wanted me in here with her?
A voice called from downstairs, our parents alerting us that they were home. But the chatter of conversation trailed off as they went into another room, not bothering to wait for a response.
“What are you doing?” I asked, as if protesting her actions. My past infatuated self would have kicked me.
“You want them to see you staring at your naked sister?” she asked, giving me an amused look.
“I’m really sorry, I didn’t mean to stare.”
She shook her head. “It’s fine. I can tell what you were thinking with.”
My hands went to my crotch, confirming the tent that remained there. She smiled.
“You better not let them catch you leaving the bathroom with me still in here,” she warned, but I sensed that she was playing with me.
“Well what am I supposed to do?”
She shrugged, causing me to once again take notice of her breasts. “Sit down and wait.”
For some strange reason I complied. Maybe I was thinking with my dick.
My sister did not seem bothered by my presence, and began combing her hair. I sat on the edge of the bathtub in silence, pretending to wait but really admiring her. I could see her naked front quite easily in the mirror. She knew I was staring, but pretended not to notice. She blow-dried her hair, brushed her teeth, and spread lotion on her skin all while I watched in secret arousal. Why was she letting me do this? Had she always known about my fantasies about her? Perhaps I had been careless, too obvious with my stares, or maybe she knew about the times I used to look through her underwear drawer.
“Um,” she started, pausing as if contemplating something. “I have to shave now.”
It seemed to me that she would have shaved her legs in the shower, but either way why would she tell me like that?
“Okay…” I said uncertain.
“You can watch if you want.”
With that she undid the towel around her waist and set it on top of the toilet lid. I caught sight of the treasure between her legs, and immediately knew what she was referring to. Her patch of dark blond pubic hair was suddenly very evident to me, as I had not taken much notice of it before. There was an obvious design that had been carefully trimmed just above her vagina, which I could not see especially well this far away. But I saw small hairs beginning to surface all around the small strip of denser hair that was like a jagged flame seated just above her clit. I was surprised to learn that she kept herself so neatly groomed. I thought that was only something porn stars did. She grabbed the shaving cream from under the sink and sprayed a glob onto her palm. With a slightly devilish smile, she glanced at me before reaching downward to perform what would be the most erotic act I had ever seen up to this point.
Carefully, slowly, she began spreading the shaving cream between her thighs, all around her pubic area. Lightly she dabbed her foamy fingers around her vagina, much more open to me now as she spread her legs to give herself access. When she kad─▒k├Ây escort bayan was done, she took her razor from the edge of the sink and began to use it on herself. I was so turned on watching her, my hard on was aching with lust. She carefully slid it across her skin, removing all of the hair except for just above her clit. She had obviously done this many times before. It hadn’t been but a minute of two, but I felt like I had been watching for hours. When she was finished, she used the towel she was sitting on to wipe herself clean, and I saw that her pussy was now fresh and smooth once again.
“Wow…” I whispered to myself, but she heard and giggled.
I wondered what was next in my sister’s routine, but she seemed to hesitate. Surely there wasn’t much more she could do before dressing and leaving.
“I know you’ve wanted to see me for a long time,” she said.
My heart stopped, and my face turned pale.
“It was pretty obvious,” she continued, looking at me through the mirror. “You used to be infatuated with me. I miss that.”
What was happening here? Was this for real? All of secret desires were now out in the open, and combined with the peep show I had just received, I felt ready to faint.
“Please say something,” she said.
“I…I don’t know what to say. How did you know?” I immediately regretted answering her like that, confirming what she had said rather than denying it.
Her back had been facing me up to then, but she turned and face me, still fully nude and not hiding anything.
“I always saw you looking, and I used to really like it. But after I learned how boys are, always ogling girls for their bodies, I thought maybe it wasn’t me you were looking at. Just my body.”
I felt a bit saddened by that. Maybe because it was partly true, but certainly right now it wasn’t about that at all.
“But one night,” she continued, “I heard you in your room, playing with yourself while you looked at dirty pictures on your computer.”
Aah!! She knew?!
“And I heard you say my name, right as you moaned real loud.” She was smiling a bit now. “You came thinking about me.”
I really wanted to know exactly when that had happened, but truth be told it used to happen a lot when I had not fully controlled my desires.
“I always thought you were pretty,” I said, softly in my nervousness. “Beautiful.”
“I wanted you to look. I loved the attention.” That much was obvious, as she told me while still baring her naked body to me.
“I’m looking now…” I replied.
“I see that,” she smiled, giving attention to my dick pointing up at her.
“So what’s next?” I asked, trying to act casual.
She playfully rolled her eyes around the room, as if pondering what to do.
“Well, there is something that I do sometimes, but I don’t know if you should be allowed to watch that.”
I swallowed. “What’s that?”
She looked very shy suddenly, like a little girl. “I play with my kitty…”
I lost my balance on the edge of the tub and fell backwards in shock, much to my sister’s amusement.
“Are you alright?” she asked through her laughs.
“Yeah, I’m fine…” I picked myself up and dried my wet hands and arms on my shirt. My butt had also gotten wet from the little bit of draining water left from the shower.
“Aw, now your clothes are wet.” She clasped her hands together in a bit of playful happiness. “Take them off!”
“I…don’t think that’s such a good idea.”
“Because I might see your boner?”
“Ya, and if you start playing with your ‘kitty’ then I might have another wet mess to clean up.”
Her playfulness seemed to halt, as a more aroused state overtook her. “Ooh, really…”
We both fell into a kind of awkward silence just then, realizing the blunt sexuality of our situation. Perhaps wiser individuals would have gone their separate ways at this point, but our young and stupid lust was the dominating force controlling us now.
“I won’t tell if you won’t…”
I couldn’t believe the words had escaped her mouth. When she licked her lips, I felt all apprehension leave me.
“Are you being serious?” I asked, giving her one more chance to back out.
She knew, as well as I did, that this was wrong. But the thing about sex is that doing something wrong can feel really, really good. We desire to partake of what is forbidden, it’s part of our nature. I was trembling with excitement, at the possibility that I would get to sexually interact with this goddess before me.
“Totally,” she said straight-faced.
I stood and pulled my shorts off, not bothering to tease her. I was naked in seconds, eager for her to see my lust for her. When he dick came into view, she bit her lip and stared at it. Touching her stomach lightly, she motioned for me to come closer. I complied instantly.
“Stand there,” she said, stopping me right in front of her. She leaned back against the sink and spread her legs a bit, planting herself firmly in preparation. “I want you to watch me escort maltepe while I do it, okay?”
I nodded, unable to speak. She let her hand glide down to her crotch, and very slowly and carefully began to touch herself. My dick twitched and jumped, which only spurred her on. I knew nothing about her sexual experience, if she had ever seen a penis before or if she was a virgin. But there was no doubt in my mind that she had masturbated quite frequently. She went right to work on her pussy, not testing what felt good or discovering new sensations. She knew how to get what she wanted from her body.
Her fingers slid up and down her lips, separating them to expose her clit. She was wet already, I could tell. She kept sliding up and down, obviously loving just that small amount of stimulation. Her middle finger suddenly darted into her vagina, sinking effortlessly into the hot wetness. She moaned, still applying pressure and friction to her mound. Soon she withdrew the finger and concentrated solely on her clit. Her free hand reached up to rub her breast, squeezing it and pawing at it just as I desired to do. This was torture, watching her arouse me beyond my limits.
I reached down and took hold of myself, wrapping my hand firmly around the shaft. She saw me do this and her hips thrust sharply forward, seemingly very aroused at my action.
“Yes,” she breathed. “Go ahead. Do it with me.”
I thoroughly relished the next few seconds, as my trembling subsided and I began masturbating along with my sister. She watched my dick very intently, still rubbing herself quite fervently but never taking her eyes off the throbbing length of meat in front of her. She began whimpering, and I heard juicy sounds from her pussy as her fingers rubbed around and around her clit, bringing her closer and closer to that wonderful sensation that was building inside of her. I wasn’t far behind her, nearly exploding with every groan and squeal that emanated from her. I couldn’t hold out much longer.
“Are you going to cum?” she could barely say between sharp breaths.
I nodded, and even though she wasn’t looking up at my face she could tell I was close.
“Oh god…” She closed her eyes and grimaced, as her own orgasm began to explode. “Shoot it all over me!”
Her hand became a blur as she brought herself off, rubbing her clit furiously and panting in pure ecstasy. I could no longer hold back, and began to stroke faster and harder as I felt my balls tighten. I grunted heavily and my feet began to tingle as I came. She was crying out in her own pleasure when I started to ejaculate, but when the first load of sperm exploded out and landed on her hand, she tensed up even more and nearly fell over from the sudden intensity of her orgasm. Her body twitched and writhed beneath me as I stood over her and shot another blast of cum onto her stomach. She was beyond noticing anything but her climax at this point, not even breathing from what I could tell in my intense state. Her neck flushed red and I saw just a bit of clear juice ejaculate out of her pussy. That made the last remnants of my own orgasm continue with renewed vigor, and I spurted even higher onto her breasts, finally trailing off a few weaker spurts onto her thigh beneath me.
I nearly collapsed onto her, but braced myself on the sink. I was literally hunched over her, our shoulder touching as well as our legs. I was so close to her we were practically embracing. Her climax had lasted through mine and she was just now coming down from it, breathing heavily and sweating a bit from the exertion. My cum was plastered across her chest, dripping down between her breasts and onto her stomach. It was a glorious sight.
“Oh my god…” she sighed.
I panicked for just a moment, but her reaction was not one of regret. She did not push me away from her, but rather rested her forehead on my chest as she gained her strength back. After a moment she laughed softly. It was a blissful feeling, to experience such an intense sexual release and bathe in the warm afterglow. She looked up at me with gorgeous eyes, smiling lovingly and taking in my expression.
“Feel good?” she asked.
“That was amazing,” I said. “You?”
She nodded. “Yes. My god, yes!”
I didn’t want to leave, I wanted to stay there forever and stare at her naked, cum-stained body. She lifted her hand and examined the trail of semen oozing down her wrist. She lifted it to me to show me and laughed, glancing down to see where else she had been hit. She touched the small pool of white globs on her stomach and lightly rubbed them with her fingertip.
“Mm, nice!” she congratulated me.
“Now you have to shower again,” I said jokingly.
She shook her head. “Nah, I’m gonna stay like this for a while. It feels good.”
I felt a moment of regret ebb at me. “Did we just do something horrible?”
She didn’t even budge in her composure. “It certainly didn’t feel horrible.”
She moaned in delight, and I finally backed off of her, wanting to take the sight of her in once more. Her legs were still spread open, and I got to finally see her vagina up close. It was red and swollen, dripping with her juices. I wanted to taste it so bad, along with the rest of her. She saw me looking at her there and glanced down to see what I was looking at. She smiled brightly.
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