I knew that it was wrong, hell, ask a random bum off the street and he'll agree with you. Society was against it, the church was against it, my parents were against it, but not me.
Hell no, not me.
I stood there, hidden in my sister's closet, smelling her perfume and feeling her soft lingerie on my face and shoulders. Through the tiny crack in the wooden frame of her sliding closet door, I could see her. She had just come in from her tennis practise down at the court. No more than two minute walk, but the work out there was a different story.
I could see her sweat, not heavy, just a thin layer of it, all over her body. It made her gleam like the goddess I swore that she was. I took my seven and a half inch hard-on out from my jeans and began to stroke it gently. I had wanted my sister for as long as I could remember, just imagining her all over me set my nerves ablaze.
Before I go on, let me tell you about myself. My name is Nathan, and I am only sixteen, but am fairly built for my age. My brown hair is medium length, and I consider myself to be 'handsome', not 'hot' or 'cute'. But my sister, oh my god, she is beyond hot.
At nineteen, a steady three years and a month older than me, Jennifer stands as the single most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my life. She is about as tall as me, if not just a teensy bit taller. Her long dirty-blonde hair goes down to her upper back, and her average frame is one to die for. She has perfect C-cup breasts and slim hips, and I cannot even begin to describe her legs. But if I could sum it up one one word, it would be 'heavenly'.
Now, back to my story...
I stood there, captivating, watching as she slowly took of her shirt, revealing her tight bra, and slid out of her short shorts, showing her panties. My hard-on grew more as I stroked more fiercely, bitting my lip, silently urging her to go on.
Suddenly, as she took the hair band from her long, swaying hair, she began to walk towards the closet. Panic flooded through me. Instinctively, I pushed my near-climaxed cock back into my jeans and zipped them up, catching myself painfully as I did in such a haste. As quickly and quietly as I could, I huddled in the corner of the closet and prayed to not be seen.
The wooden door slid open, and my sister's long arms came through, obviously searching for a shirt. Her head poked in and I held my breath, hearing my heart beat furiously in my chest.
Jen moved some of the hangers aside, then finding nothing, moved on to her hangers just above my head. Still, my breath was held. As a daring red haze crept on the edges of my eyes, I refused to give in.
To bad so sad, said the gator, my time was up.
"What the hell...ew Nathan, what the fuck are you doing in here!" she shrieked. her long nails dug into my scalp as she grabbed me by my hair and threw my out of her closet. It was hear that I gave in and breathed, swallowing cold gasps of air as fast as I could. Jen's yelling became muffled and from my vantage point on the floor I could see my mother's feet, one of them tapping furiously.
"Nathan..." Even in my state, that voice was clear as day.
"Y-yeah?" I mumbled, making my way to my feet. I looked up at my mother, her face was covered in a mask of green cream, whatever that was really called. Her hair was full of curlers, as it would be this early in the morning, and through her eyes I could see just enough anger to send a chill down my spine.
"What do you think you are doing?" she asked in the tell-me-or-else sort of way. I couldn't lie, lest I wanted to sleep inside tonight,
"Spying?" I said, my head down and my voice mumbled.
"On who?" God, I hated her so much right now.
"Jen." My face flushed red. My mother gasped, and I dug deep into my brain, searching for some sort of excuse that I could use. I found one just in time.
"She disappeared early this morning, and I wanted proof that she was sneaking out like you told her not to, so I waited in her closet for her to return." The best one that I could come up with, my mother had in fact caught and warned Jennifer about sneaking out. Whether it was to go to a boy's house or to a tennis practise, Jen had to tell my mother where she was at all times, or there would be severe consequences. Like grounding, or worse.
My mother gasped again. "Is that true!?" she glared at my sister, and my sister took that glare to me. I smiled devilishly, having gotten away scott free.
"N-no it's not!" My sister objected.
"Don't lie to me, you know as well as I do that you're lying." My mother stuck a finger out and pressed it into my sister's collarbone. It took me this long to realize that my sister was still in her underwear, and my hard-on started to grow again.
"Well look at the time, I sure should be going now..." I trailed off, sneaking away from my scene. But nothing escapes my mother's eye, not even this. Before long her hand was on my shoulder, and just from her grip I could tell that she wasn't very happy with me.
"Oh no you don't," she said, "You're in just as much trouble here, young man." She pulled me back and I was forced to look at her.
My mother's face turned from me to my sister and back again. Her eyebrows lowered and her lips became pressed together. Instantly I knew what would happen next.
"You're both grounded," she said, and I hated to be right. "For one month--"
"A month!" My sister objected, balling her hands into fists. "I have a tennis tournament coming up!" But my mother only shook her head.
"You know the rules," she said, pointing her finger at my sister again. My sister backed away like it was a snake. "And grounded means no phone, no TV, so texting, not internet, and..." she turned to me, preparing to drive the nail home. "No video games." As much as I had heard that in the past, that still hurt.
Her job done, my mother marched off in a huff, and I was greeted not by my sister's beautiful figure, but her hard palm slapping against my cheek. I staggered back in surprise, holding my sensitive flesh, a look of pain on my face.
"You filthy bastard." Jen spat at me, I didn't know whether to feel turned on or insulted. I chose the latter, just for this one.
"Speak for yourself, whore," I threw back. "You were probably meeting up with Jason, that's why your nips are so hard." I smiled at my discovery. True enough, My sisters nipples were so hard that I could see them poking out through her bra. She blushed and crossed her arms over her chest.
"Screw off." She said, then disappeared into her room and slammed her door, much to the disapproval from my mother.
I smiled, then disappeared into my room, closing my door all the same. I looked at my clock, 7:34, not my average wake up time for a Sunday, but good enough. My dad was at worked by this time, and my mother would be gone by 8:00 by the latest, even with this delay. A miracle worker she was, if nothing else.
I got undressed from my clothes and stepped into the shower. I washed myself quickly, knowing that I had limited time, and a hell of a hard-on that was just begging to be used up. As I rested my hand over my crotch, images of Jennifer sprouted in my mind. her begging me to fuck her harder, her perfect breasts bouncing up and down as she rode my hard cock. Soon I was near climaxing, and apparently, so was she. Her name drifted off my lips as I finished up, leaving me starring at my hand and the white cream that engulfed it. I cleaned up and dried just in time for my sister to come banging on the door. I exited with a smirk on my face, purposely sweeping my hand up Jen's arse, like a brush in the wind.
And I don't know if it was just me imagining it, or an actual thing, but I saw my sister jump a little. I expected another hit across the face, but none came. Before my sister could change her mind, I scurried out of there, images of her naked body over mine dancing in my head
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By 10:00 my mother was gone, and my sister and I were alone. I was playing super mario bros (no, we didn't have Ybox 360's or Ninetendo Wii's in my day, we had a Super Ninetendo, and that was like a god to me) and my sister was on the phone with her boyfriend Jason. Of course, my mother had no way of knowing that we did what she asked us not to do, unless one of us squealed. And on my account, that never happened.
My sister was in a purple blouse and black jeans, both of which hugged her body intensely. I tried not to look at her for fear of getting a hard on now of all times. I was in my clothes from this morning, a green t-shirt and dark blue jeans.
Suddenly, my sister hung up the phone and ran into the living room, walking in front of the TV and screwing me over against a Koumpa and causing me to lose my last life.
"Hey!" I shouted at her. She looked at me and stuck her tongue out. I stuck my right back, and we both laughed. Sure, we had our hard times, but we've always been there for each other, although I'm guessing that Jen would take some time to forgive me about what happened this morning.
"I'm going out," she said. "Jason says he has something urgent to tell me, so I'm going." She explained.
"Lemme guess," I made a thinking pose with my knee and arm, and Jen laughed. "He's horny, isn't he?" At this my sister threw her purse at me, laughing nevertheless.
"You wish." she said, and walking across the room again, disappeared through the door.
Now, a walk to Jason's house is not far, maybe a ten minute walk if you paced yourself, but in the time it took Jen to get back to our place, you'd think that she was a champion runner.
