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It was the summer, and I had just gotten back home from school. I’m 20 and attend a big state college not far from my hometown. My sister is 18 and stands a little over 5 feet tall, with double d’s and a gorgeous ass. She has beautiful blond hair and gorgeous blue eyes. I’m 6ft tall, but just about average in everything else. This was her last summer at home before going off to school on the other side of the country.
Our house has three bedrooms, one for my parents, one for my sister, and one for me. There are three bathrooms, but the two with a shower our attached to my room and my parents. Since I wasn’t home most of the time, my sister would use my bathroom, and I was perfectly fine with this. She had made it her own, adding candles, makeup, and all other things girls and to their bathrooms.
Both of our parents are from Ireland, although they moved to the States for school. They were married there, and every year go back over the summer. This year, their trip was scheduled for one week after I got home. In the week leading up to their trip, we did ordinary family stuff, such as watching movies, going out to lunch, and hitting the pool to cool off. One thing that I couldn’t get off my mind was my sister. Before gonna school, I never realized how gorgeous she truly was. I couldn’t take my eyes off her, and at times I think she noticed this, but she only ever started to giggle. This made me giggle too, and I would snap out of the phase I was in.
The week had flown by, and it was now time to drive my parents to the airport. My sister had stayed home, understandably not wanting to wait in traffic for hours. We talked and laughed, but deep inside my head, I couldn’t stop thinking about my sister. I was actually really excited to spend the next week with her, alone.
It wasn’t long until I had dropped my Mom and dad off at the airport and was heading back home. Butterflies filled my stomach, and a smile broke across my face. I don’t know why I was so excited, but I was, and I hoped my sister felt the same way.
The first day of the trip went normally, my sister made dinner and we watched baseball together. We both went to bed at a reasonable time. The next morning, however, I was awoken by the sound of footsteps. My sister was walking through my room, wearing only a bra and tight running shorts. “What are you doing? Can’t you shower in Mom and dad‘s room?” I asked, annoyed being woken up. “All of my stuff is in here, and I wanted to make sure you were still alive. It’s 1 o’clock in the afternoon, and I’ve missed talking to you,” she said.
A few minutes later, I was snapped out of my post-wakeup haze by a loud thud coming from the bathroom. I immediately got out of bed and rushed into the bathroom, only to my discover sister standing fully naked in the shower, with a bottle of shampoo on the ground. “Are you alright?” I asked, adrenaline rushing through my body. But she didn’t answer, only staring at my dick. “Oh, sorry,” I said, “I sleep naked because my room gets so hot.”
“Looks like you got something to take care of,” she said laughing. “Yeah, I think I do,” I said. My morning wood was on full display, and the sight of my naked sister didn’t help either. I rushed over to the other bathroom and rubbed one out, based only on the memory of my naked sister.
We decided to go out to lunch at a local pizzeria. The conversation was ordinary until my sister asked, “So, did you like what you saw,” in a joking manner. My cheeks turned bright red and I smiled, saying “How couldn’t I.” We both laughed and the conversation turned back to the ordinary, lighthearted conversations we usually have.
Dark clouds appeared on the horizon, the temperature got slightly cooler. We decided this would be a good time to go home, knowing a big storm was coming, and a big storm it was. Hail and lightning turned the once peaceful afternoon dark, and it caused our house to lose power. The wondered of my naked sister couldn’t get out of my mind, and she noticed this, asking if everything was alright. I said “Yeah. I just got so scared this morning, thinking you were hurt.” In reality, I couldn’t stop thinking about her naked body and hoped she couldn’t stop thinking about mine.
The storm had stopped, but the lights were still out as it approached the night. We decided it would be a perfect night to watch a scary movie and eat popcorn. We sat on opposite ends of the couch, but my sister’s legs were stretched across the sofa, resting on my thigh. Slowly and slowly, she was inching her heel closer to my crotch until they were touching. I was already rock hard, and my sister felt this, giving me a joyous look. She started to rub her foot back and forth, slowly moving the rest of her body closer to mine. I was getting close to cumming, so I moved her foot off of my lap, saying I needed to use the bathroom. While there, I quickly rubbed one out, before returning to watch the remaining ten minutes of the movie.
My sister had taken off her t-shirt, now wearing only a bra and jean shorts. Instead of sitting now on opposite ends of the sofa, we sat next to each other, legs touching. Every time she would get scared, her arms would flail, and “accidentally” graze my crotch. My eyes couldn’t focus on the movie, as the edge of her nipple was peeking out of her Victoria’s Secret bra. Once the movie was over, we both went to our separate bedrooms. After just a few moments, however, my sister appeared at my door, asking if it was okay to sleep in here. She said the movie and having no power made her scared, and I happily agreed. I was already fully naked, hiding my crotch under the covers. She was wearing the same bra and panties, carrying a flashlight and a book. When we were kids, we would have sleepovers always, all the time holding “meetings” under the blankets. After talking for a few moments, she suggested we held one, and I told her I was naked. “It’s so dark in here, I won’t be able to see anything,” was her response, so I reluctantly agreed.
My childhood bed was twin sized, meaning there wasn’t much room for the two of us. By now, I was fully erect, and I think she realized this as we both ducked under the covers. My penis was mere inches away from my sister’s stomach, and precum was already oozing out. We talked for a few moments, while her hands grazed my penis, all “accidents.” I now realized her bra was off, and my nose was practically touching her tits. Her thigh made contact with my penis, and she took my hand, directing it onto her erect nipples. Was this really happening? I wondered. My sister, who I all the time looked upon as a good friend, was now lying almost naked in my bed. In this split-second decision, my brain said yes, so I let my sister take the lead.
“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” She asked. Her breath was now quicker, and her heart rate faster. “Yes,” I said, and at this moment she put her other thigh on my penis. Now, I was sandwiched in between her soft legs, and she began to move them up and down slowly. I had been with girls before, but this time felt different. This felt to be on a more personal level than ever before, more meaningful. After being aroused for so long, it didn’t take long for me to shoot hot strands of cum all over the place, including onto her stomach. She let out a giggle and said, “‘Good boy,” before moving my hand from her nipples to her underwear. It was soaking wet, and as soon as my hand made contact she let out a slight moan. I slipped her panties down, and in the dark felt her pussy, gently moving my fingers around the edges. Eventually, I began to play with her clit, rubbing it back and forth until she began to shake and quiver. She said “faster, faster,” and I upped the pace, keeping the same motion. It wasn’t long until she began to ooze out cum, leaving a puddle on my bed.
We emerged from under the covers at the same time, only being able to make eye contact because of the dimly lit candles on my nightstand. In this moment, I didn’t know what to do. I cannot kiss my sister, but what were the boundaries anymore? I didn’t have to make this decision, as she rolled on top of me, connecting her soft lifts with mine. My dick began to grow again, poking against the stomach of my sister. She felt this and squirmished a little, seeming to enjoy the sensation. Her hanging tits now rested on my chest, and her uncovered pussy on my stomach. She pulled away from my mouth, her face disappearing into the darkness. My sister was still straddling me, but now moving back and forth along my stomach. She slowly moved back and back until my hardened penis was resting on the back of her ass. My sister lifted off of me and pushed my dick down onto my stomach, turning her body around so her ass was now facing me. She grabbed my dick and began to rub it on her soaking-wet lips. She upped the tempo now, and slowly more of my tip began to sink into her pussy. My sister moved back and forth, riding me but not making entry.
In the moment, I wanted her to let me slip into her vagina so badly. Although famous and gorgeous, my sister was still a virgin, unlike myself. I didn’t want to make the choice to take her virginity from her, but if she made the move I wouldn’t be complaining. Now, more than ever, I felt her hand reaching lower and lower onto my penis, her ass coming closer and closer to my stomach. I could tell she was seriously contemplating sticking my dick inside her, but then she stopped. For a split second, she was still, before beginning to tremble and moan. My sister fell onto the bed next to me and shook relentlessly, shooting cum far out of her pussy. She was squirting and achieved this without me ever entering her. This was enough to put me over the edge, and I began to cum for the second time of the night. After a few seconds, we both climaxed and were done, now lying on our backs, panting.
“Well,” my sister said, “I don’t think we can sleep in your bed tonight.”

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