“Damn it, Sis,” I yelled as my nineteen-year-old sister walked into the bathroom without knocking. It was a Jack and Jill bathroom with a door leading to her bedroom and one opening into mine. I had covered my privates with a towel.
”Fuck, Terry, ” she laughed, ”I used to help Mom change your diaper. Get over yourself.”
The bathroom was small, just a toilet, a small shower, and a vanity. She pushed her panties and shorts to the floor and sat on the toilet. I heard the tinkle of her piss splashing in the bowl. She sat no more than two feet from me. I tried to wrap the towel around my sixteen-year-old ass but she jerked it from my hand.
”Sis,” I yelled, ”Stop it.”
She laughed as she held the towel on her opposite side. I stood there cupping my young penis with one hand and reaching for my towel with the other. She held it at arm's length as I tried to retrieve it.
”Your not man enough, Bro,” she teased, ”I'll just keep it.”
”Come on, Sis,” I nearly begged, ”It's the last clean one.”
”Show me,” she demanded, ”Then ill give it back.”
”No,” I sternly refused, ”I'm not going to.” I reached for the towel again but she held it back. To my surprise, she grabbed me by the wrist and pulled my hand away from my penis.
”Nice dick, Brother, ” she teased, ”I don't know why you’re so ashamed of it.”
”I'm not,” I argued, ”It's just, well, you're my big sister.”
”So what, ” she laughed, ”You can see my pussy.”
Without thought, I glanced between her white thighs. Her pussy was bare and on display. I watched a droplet of piss fall from it and ripple the yellow water in the toilet.
”You like it, don't you, ” she teased as she sat back and spread her legs. She pried it open with two fingers on her right hand.