I Spy on my Big Sister

My sister Kristy wasn’t expecting me for another hour, I caught an early bus just to get out of the house. My mom has been driving me crazy lately so Kristy has been kind enough to invite me over to stay at her place. I’m 15 and my sister is a college girl, all of 19 years old but Dad set her up in her own rental home across town from home.


There was no answer to my knocking, and as always before, I let myself in, thinking she must be asleep still. I walked quietly through the house, glancing around, but went straight to Kristy’s bedroom. I expected to see her buried under the covers, sleeping soundly, but she wasn’t there. The sound of water came to my ears from another room. It shut off suddenly, and I was struck with anxiety. I heard her footsteps as she padded down the hall. I turned and slipped into the closet, sliding the wooden door shut in front of my face. I peeked out through the wooden slats and saw my sister come into her room, naked and toweling her hair dry.

Kristy ran the towel over her face and then lower, drying the rest of her body slowly, as if she enjoyed the feel of the rough terrycloth against her soft skin. Kristy has an amazing body and I couldn’t help but blush with admiration taking it in. My sister’s movements were languid and drawn out, bending over to dry her legs and feet, she gave me a full view of her round ass, and her thick labia between her thighs. She came toward the closet and I shrank back, holding my breath, but she only hung the towel on a hook on the wall beside the closet door. She moved graciously onto the bed, lying down on her stomach and stretching her arms and legs. She sighed deeply and relaxed, spreading her thighs open and drawing her knees up slightly.