Lessons from Allison part 1

My sister Alison is six years older than me and a total fox. Every summer I can remember boys from all across our neighborhood would gather at our poolside to fawn over her gorgeous bikini-clad body. I know a lot of people think it’s weird to think of their sister like that, but I’ve never had any shame about it. As far as I was concerned, she was just like any other girl, though much hotter than most. 

   To this day I can remember the greatest dream I have ever had as though it was last night. I was about eleven or so and I dreamed that I was lying in my bed and Alison appeared in my door. She was dressed in a short, revealing white nighty and staring at me with a naughty little smile on her face. “I thought I’d drop in to say goodnight,” she said. Then she sauntered toward my bed. She planted her lips onto mine and then looked into my eyes with that same devilish smile. “I love you Greggy,” and then began kissing down the length of my body, pausing above my boxers. “Let me show you just how much.”

    When I woke up a moment later I was in a pool of sweat and jizz. From that day on, whenever I jacked it Alison’s face was in the back of my mind. When I was 13 she moved away to college and I was left alone with just my parents. Saturday was their “date night,” leaving me with the run of the house and ample opportunity to indulge in my porn habit. They’d go out for a movie, dinner, and a few drinks and I’d plug in one of my favorites in the rec room and go to work on myself. 
The routine worked, for the most part, like clockwork.

   One weekend my parents decided to take a trip to the Poconos, and left the house at my disposal for two whole days. That first night I seized my opportunity and went all out. I busted open a bag of chips, some dip, two magazines from my stash, and a box of tissues. Then I plugged in my favorite movie: “Taboo 2.” It’s about a guy who’s trying to have sex with his sister. By the end, everyone in their family has pretty much fucked everyone else. It’s a classic of early 80’s smut. 

  I sprawled out on the rec room couch and unzipped my fly or easy access and began to absorb the movie. I wasn’t in any hurry since, as far as I knew, the house would be empty all night. I didn’t want to rush my enjoyment. Twenty minutes in I began to feel my pants tighten. I started running my hand above my crotch, feeling myself grow. 


   My fingers had just begun to probe into my fly when I heard it: a muffled giggle followed by “Hi yah, Greggy!” My blood went cold. My hand shot out of my pants and rocketed to my knees. “Allie?” “I guess you didn’t realize I was coming home.” She was grinning at me wickedly. She stood at the top of the stairs that lead into the rec room with a duffle bag by her feet. She was dressed in a white shirt, that revealed much of her ample C-cup bosom, and tight jeans that cut off at the knee. Her brown hair was cut shorter than the last time I had seen her and fell just below her ears.

    Meanwhile all the blood that a second ago had been engorging my cock was now rushing to my face. “Wh- wha- what are you doing here?” I stammered. “Not having as much fun as you apparently,” she teased. “I’m on break. What, aren’t you glad to see me?” She started down the steps. “No, no! It’s just, um, oh my god!” I was as flustered as I have ever been. “Calm down, Greggy, it’s not like it’s the first porno I’ve ever seen. Looks like you have good taste.” I was confused now. She didn’t seem angry. She didn’t even seem embarrassed. As far as I could tell, she was just amused. “I, uh, huh?” She walked over next to the couch and looked at the screen on which the movie was still playing. “It’s one of the Taboos, isn’t it?” “Well, yeah, it is.” She walked around to the front of the couch now, still looking at the screen.