Kaeri and Me

I couldn’t tell you when these ‘games’ started or when i started to want my sister so much i could taste her. All I know is that it could only have been around summer when i was around 15. My sister is a year older and we’ve always had a strange rivalry that i guess could be more common among brothers than two siblings of opposite gender. Don’t get me wrong, though, my sister is in no way, shape or form reminiscent of a guy. Oh no indeed.

Her name is Kaeri, weird spelling i know but bear with me, my parents are pretty odd. Makes me wonder how i got stuck with a name like Joe, i mean they could have come up with a better way to spell that, couldn’t they? I still think its some kind of joke on me. Oh well!

Anyhow, back to my story…

The motivating incident of our little ascension through sin and lust took place on a very peculiar night. We were watching movies, some slasher flick with big-breasted women running wild from some psycho killer. Typical, but the bustlines were worth the price. My sister hated it. She rolled her eyes constantly as we watched, making remarks on how this was fake and that was overdone. I laughed at her.

I had always known how attractive she was, we had both always been considered good looking people. Of course a good looking girl gets a different sort of attention than a good looking guy, but with the way she dressed, Kaeri didn’t mind. We were close and she made a point of asking my opionions on how certain things looked on her, and as a guy, I was a reasonable source of feedback. So I always knew she was the kind of girl a guy would drool over to his middle years if his mind never moved on to other things. She was the stereotypical popular beauty all through high school and some of my friends still talk about how fine she was then. Not to say that she isn’t a fox now, but those were the golden years.

Anyway this night in particular she looked amazing. I never really liked the make-up or flashy clothes she was partial to. It was right there, in a short t-shirt and short shorts with her hair loose around her shoulders and her face completely pure, that I thought she was most beautiful. What also made this night different was the fact that throughout the movies we watched I found myself watching her instead. Watching the way her chest rose and fell over a set of very generous endowments. Her tits were playboy material, they had been since she was like 12. My friends all believed she had breast implants and since my dad is a docter and we’re really well off, the tit-job thing has become something of an urban legend among our peers. This attention only fuels Kaeri though, she would give Britney Spears a run for her money I swear.