Kirstie gets violated

“Morning sleepy head,” said Sarah as she set down a cup of coffee on the table beside her brother. Mark wearily opened one eye and began to sit up, screwing his face up in pain as he did so.

“That sofa isn’t very comfortable is it,” winced Sarah, “but at least that was your last night on it. What time does your train leave?”

“Two o’clock,” he mumbled, rubbing his back.

“Well it’s been lovely having you here,” smiled Sarah, playfully ruffling his hair. Sarah doted on her younger brother and thought the world of him. He was such a polite, well mannered lad, not like most 15 year olds. So she was happy to oblige when he asked to stay a few nights and see the sights and sounds of the city, a far cry from the dull rural existence Sarah herself had escaped a few years earlier.

“Kirstie’s not up yet, that’s strange,” mused Sarah as she went to check on her flatmate who’d been her best friend right through school.

Ahhh, Kirstie. That was a big part of the reason Mark had come to stay, although he didn’t tell his sister that obviously. Those big brown eyes, short blonde hair and the smoothest skin Mark had ever seen. He’d had a crush on this pretty 24 year old for ages and Kirstie knew it – a woman as attractive as Kirstie was used to males eyeing her and could read the signs.

She had always been a bit embarrassed about the attention her large 36DD breasts received. Despite her good looks and sexy, curvy figure she was actually very shy and mostly covered up her body, revealing it only to boyfriends. So she was uncomfortable having Mark around stealing glances at her massive chest when he thought she wouldn’t notice. She always made doubly sure she locked the bathroom door and didn’t wander round the flat in anything skimpy or tight. He was Sarah’s geeky little brother and she had no time for him – the sooner he went home the better.

“Thank you, please send the Doctor as soon as you can,” said a flustered Sarah as she came hurrying out of Kirstie’s room.

“What’s up?” asked Mark.

“I don’t know, but Kirstie’s temperature is through the roof and even though she’s shivering you could fry an egg on her forehead!”

“Crikey!” said Mark.

“I know, she’s really feverish,” said Sarah as she frantically grabbed a towel and ran it under some cold water. “I don’t need this today, I’ve got my interview at 9.30am and I’m gonna be late now!”

“Calm down sis, I’ll be here to let the Doctor in, you can’t miss your interview,” said Mark.

“Um, well I guess that would be OK, thanks kiddo. I’ll just sort Kirstie out before I go,” said Sarah as she dashed back into Kirstie’s room to mop her sick friend’s brow.

Mark quite liked the idea of being alone with Kirstie – maybe he’d get to see her in her nightwear he thought to himself as he headed for the bathroom. He’d seen her in a bikini a couple of years earlier at the beach but Kirstie had covered up soon after Mark arrived, annoyed and uncomfortable that he was staring even though he didn’t mean to.

As he walked past Kirstie’s room he noticed out the corner of his eye that in her haste Sarah had left the bedroom door slightly ajar. Stopping suddenly, Mark could just make out his sister bending over her friend in the dim light as the curtains were still drawn.

With a rush of guilt and excitement Mark realised he’d have a much better view if he got a bit closer, so he summoned up his nerve and slowly crept towards the door, his eyes transfixed on the small space between door and doorframe that was offering a clearer picture the closer he got.

Luckily for Mark Kirstie’s bed was slightly to the right of the doorframe he was peering past and on the far wall facing him and he could see the middle of the bed fine but not the two sides of it as the gap was too narrow.

As Mark got right up to the door Sarah suddenly pulled the covers off and Kirstie’s shapely legs came into view. She was lying on her back but frustratingly for Mark his sister was stood in the way and he couldn’t see Kirstie’s top half as Sarah wiped her face and neck with the damp towel. Kirstie moaned slightly, not really aware of what was going on. “It’s ok Kirstie,” said Sarah, “the Doctor will be here soon. Let’s get you out of these sweaty things,” and to Mark’s delight Sarah began removing Kirstie’s pajama top, lifting her arms above her head ready to take it off.

Mark’s dick was growing harder by the second, he could feel the blood rushing to his loins as he realised the woman in all of his fantasies was going to be naked just a few feet away! Unfortunately his sister’s back was still in the way and all he could see now were Kirstie’s legs as Sarah obscured the top half of her limp, tired body.

Kirstie’s pajama top came off and was slung to the floor as Sarah moved down the bed to remove her panties. Mark breathed in sharply as he realised Kirstie’s massive breasts were uncovered and he held his breath, praying his sister would move so he could see them.

Suddenly Sarah stood up and moved towards the door and Mark panicked, spinning round and briskly moving down the hall. But Sarah didn’t open the door, she’d only gone to get a chemise from the chest of drawers to put on Kirstie. Mark’s heart beat at a million miles an hour and after about 20 seconds he slowly inched back towards the door, his desire to see Kirstie naked far outweighing his fear of getting caught.

By the time he was back in position Sarah had removed Kirstie’s panties and already got the chemise over her neck and was once more stood in the way as she struggled to pull the chemise over Kirstie’s shoulders. Mark desperately moved his head from side to side, even going on tiptoes as he tried to get a clear view of this beautiful, helpless creature who he’d jerked off to countless times already. Kirstie was lying on her back totally exposed but tantalisingly out of Mark’s sight.

But just as Mark’s heart sank and he thought he’d missed his chance, Sarah knocked over a glass of water on the table beside her as she tried to dress Kirstie and screamed in frustration as she quickly moved to mop up the mess.

That was the moment Mark was waiting for and with Sarah no longer tending to Kirstie and finally out of his eyeline, Mark quietly gasped as he saw for the first time Kirstie’s wonderful naked body lying completely exposed to him. Her chemise lay bunched up around her neck as she breathed heavily, eyelids flickering and head occasionally moving from side to side as she slipped in and out of a restless sleep, unaware the 15 year old boy who gave her the creeps was staring at her beautiful, huge breasts. Kirstie would have been mortified to know Mark was admiring her pert nipples, erect from the touch of the damp towel and his gaze drifted down her body, along her taut stomach, her hourglass figure giving way to slightly widening hips as he tried to focus on her pussy, which he couldn’t make out properly as one leg was slightly higher than the other.

Mark jumped as Sarah resumed dressing Kirstie, looking up at the door just as Mark moved away, silently darting back to the lounge where he sat on the sofa still dazed from the treat he’d just been given.

“OK Mark, I’m going,” said Sarah a few minutes later as she hurriedly pulled on her coat and grabbed her bag.