I knew it was wrong. I knew more than anything that I shouldn’t have been standing there watching her. There were so many reasons it was wrong. The first and most important was that she was my sister. The second was that she was ten years younger than me. She was only 16, but she had the body of a woman. She was 5’6”, long milky white legs that showed the definition of every muscle in them when she moved. Her hair was silky chocolate brown and it hung to her waist. It was teasing to watch her in the shower because her hair would often cover her c-cup breasts. She kept the hair on her pussy shaved close, but not completely off. It was tantalizing to watch her with the water cascading down her body. She never knew I was there.
Natalie was only 8 years old when I left home for the Army. As soon as my four years were up I went straight into college. She had wrote to me every week that I was gone and even sent me pictures of her growing, but none of the pictures compared to how beautiful she really was. I never came home on my leaves, or during my breaks in college, because my father and I didn’t get along very well.
About two weeks after I graduated college our father died of a sudden heart attack. My mother had always been a stay at home mom and had no real working skills. I moved back home to help support my family. I noticed how developed Natalie was as soon as I walked through the door the first day I got there. She ran up and hugged me and I could feel her breast pressing against my chest.
She never dressed in short shorts or skirts, but always wore moderate clothing that covered her well. This only intrigued my imagination. I had been there about a week when I accidentally walked in the bathroom on Natalie. She had just gotten out of the shower and had dried off. I walked in just as she was getting ready to put her panties on.
I apologized for it as she grabbed her towel to cover herself up. I quickly shut the door and walked to my room, but the vision in my head wouldn’t go away. Every time I looked at her after that all I could see was her beautiful naked body.
I started peeking in on her while she was in the shower. The bathroom had a stand up shower in it and the whole thing was glass. I would look through a the cracked door and watch as she washed herself off. Like I said before I knew it was wrong, but I couldn’t help it. She was beautiful.
As I stood watching her I felt my cock getting harder and harder and I knew I would have to go and relieve myself before I could do anything else. I was getting ready to turn and go to my room to jack off when I heard her say my name. I had been staring at her breasts and hadn’t realized that she was looking at me.
“Nathan, what are you doing?” She covered herself as best she could with her hands.
“I’m sorry Nat. I was just needing in there. I didn’t know how long you would be.” I could feel my face growing hot. I knew she didn’t buy my story.
If she didn’t believe me, she didn’t let on. “Well I’ll be out in a minute. I’ll let you know when I’m out.”
I quickly turned and went to my room. I sat on my bed and pulled my cock out of my pants. I started slowly stoking it with my eyes shut and the fresh images of Natalie in my mind. I could feel the pre-cum dribbling down my shaft. I started stroking faster and faster and just when I was getting ready to cum my bedroom door flew open. I grabbed my blanket to cover myself.
“My God, do you believe in knocking?” I said to her.
“I could ask you the same thing.” she said. She was standing in my door with only a towel around her. She didn’t seem to notice what I was doing. She was a little naïve about things like that. She had always been sheltered. She was the president of a Christian club at her school and she was a very active member of her church. I am sure to her it would have never occurred to her what I was doing nor would it have occurred to her that she was torturing me standing there in just a towel.
“I’m out of the shower now. You can go do what you need to do now.” She turned to walk out the door and I was convinced that she had bought the story that I just needed in there, but just as she was out the door she turned and looked at me. “You do know we have a bathroom downstairs too, right?”
“Well I was wanting a shower and I didn’t want to turn the water on and cause you to lose water pressure. I’m sure it takes a lot of pressure to rinse your hair as long as it is.” I was proud of myself for my quick thinking.
She simply smiled a genuine smile. “Thank you.” then she was gone.
That night I was restless. I couldn’t go to sleep for the thoughts of her. Every time I closed my eyes I thought about her young beautiful body in that shower. I wanted her so bad, but I knew it was useless. For one she was my sister, and for two even if she wasn’t she would never go for it. She was too innocent. She was one of the good girls. One of the girls that most guys would call a prude, but I knew she was just trying to do the Christian thing and save herself.
I tossed and turned until I couldn’t stand it any more. I just wanted to get a good look at her. I just wanted to watch her sleep for a few minutes so I could rest myself. I thought that perhaps seeing her in one of her long night gowns that hung to her ankles and the sleeves covered her wrists would take my mind off of seeing her naked.
I got out of bed and crept into her room. The room was dark, but the moon outside provided enough light to where I could see her laying on the bed. She was moving around quite a bit, but she was asleep. I walked over to the side of her bed and was shocked when I realized that she was sleeping naked.
Her sheets were laying across her belly, but her breasts and pussy were exposed. Beside her on the bed was her gown, crumpled up and tossed. She must have taken it off in her sleep. She was breathing heavily and moving around quite a bit. At first I thought she might have been having a nightmare, but then she moved her hand to her pussy and carelessly rubbed it and moaned.
My already hard cock got even harder. I stood mesmerized as I watched my little sister rub her pussy in her sleep. Before I even realized what I was doing I sat down on the bed. I could smell how aroused she was and I could see the moonlight glistening off of the wetness of her pussy. She was having no nightmare. No she was having a wet dream.
I tried, I swear I tried my hardest to make myself just get up and leave the room, but I couldn’t. She looked so beautiful laying there tangled in her sheets, with sweat beading up on her forehead, slowly rubbing her pussy.
She took her hand and moved it away from her pussy and stared rubbing and squeezing her breast with it. Without even realizing what I was doing I took my hand and started lightly rubbing her clit. Her breathing started picking up and her hips started gyrating against my hand.
Her pussy was soaking wet. I knew I needed to get out of that room and I fought myself trying to make myself leave, but I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t walk away from her like this. Why couldn’t she have just been wearing the gown? I knew if she woke up she would hate me for this, and probably even send me to jail for it, but I realized that I had fallen in love with her and wild horses couldn’t drag me away from her now.
I slid my fingers down her slit and slowly pushed my middle finger into her pussy. She was tight, obviously a virgin. She moaned out louder and started pumping her hips a little faster. I accommodated her by moving my finger in and out a little faster. Her pussy was loosening up a little and so I slid my ring finger into her too. I pushed the palm of my hand against her clit and was rubbing it as I moved my fingers in and out.
I could feel her pussy contracting around my fingers and I knew she was going to cum. I couldn’t believe she was sleeping through this.
Then her eyes opened. “Nathan,” She panted, still moving her hips. “What are you doing? We can’t do this.” But her eyes told a different story.
“Shhh.” I told her and I took my free hand and pushed her hair out of her face. I leaned in to where we were face to face. “It’s alright baby. I’ll stop if you really want me to.”
Her breathing was heavy, she was panting. “I want you to.” she said, but she made no effort to remove my hand, nor did she stop moving her hips with my hand. “I want you to… keep going.”
I leaned in and kissed her. She tasted sweet. She pushed her pussy harder against my hand and kissed me back.
“Oh God Nathan, this is so wrong.” Again, though she made no effort to stop me.
I started moving my hand faster. My fingers sliding easily in and out of her pussy while the palm of my hand massaged her clit. She was humping my hand as fast as I was rubbing her pussy. “Nathan, I’m going to cum. Oh God please don’t stop.”
She ran her hand down the length of my thigh and started rubbing my cock through my boxers. My cock found it’s way out of the hole in the front and she grabbed on and started stoking it. I could tell she had never jacked a guy off before, not because it didn’t feel good, because God knows it did, but because she was unsure of her moves. She didn’t have a lot of confidence in what she was doing.
“Yes, Natalie, that feels good. Are you going to cum baby?”
My cooing her must have been all she needed because her pussy clamped down on my fingers and she started bucking under my hand. “OH GOD NATHAN. Yes, that feels so good… OHHH.” I felt her pussy juices soak my fingers and could see it running down between her legs, soaking the sheets beneath her. “KEEP GOING. Oh God, don’t stop.” She was still humping against my fingers and I kept pumping them in and out of her pussy as fast as I could until I felt the contractions start to slow.
I pulled my fingers out of her pussy and leaned down and kissed her. As we kissed she started slowly stroking my cock. It felt like she was a little more confident in it now. She would tighten her grip as she came to the head and loosen it as she went down the shaft.
“Oh, Natalie, that feels good.” I said and she started going a little faster.
