Morgan’s First Time with Her Brother – Part 1

I slammed the front door hard; I was pissed, my parents were leaving again for NYC. I knew their job was difficult and they worked for an important business firm. But I still didn’t want them to leave me alone again to babysit my sister! I hated it when my parents made me babysit her. I’m seventeen and would much rather hang around my friends, staring at girls at the mall. My sister is just a few weeks shy of her seventeenth birthday. Today she was really ruining my plans. She decided to stay home instead of leaving to go to a friend of hers, which meant my plans for the mall were canceled.

“Morgan!” I called out for her as our parents pulled out of the driveway. As soon as they were completely gone, I usually told her the rules. “Morgan! Where are you?” I began shouting as I was walked toward the living room.

Morgan and I usually got along, but every now and then, like today, she got on my nerves. It seemed as though she canceled her plans just to ruin my day.

“What do you want, Ethan?” I heard her yell from upstairs. I stomped up to find her lying on her bed.

“Mom and Dad are gone, leave me alone while I talk to a friend of mine, alright?” I added a tinge of anger and annoyance.

She gave me an “I don’t care, get out of my room look” she usually gave me and said, “Fine, but you don’t have to be rude!”

I turned and left the room, satisfied.

I decided to just call him up, ignore her for the rest of the day and go down stairs and relax.

As I was talking to my buddy about the girl I had spotted earlier that afternoon. I got so engrossed in the conversation, I never heard her come back downstairs and slip out the sliding doors to the pool area. We talked for a few more minutes, then I hung up, and realized that I needed to get something for my sister and I to eat. I was definitely not going to make anything complicated for dinner. There was enough food in the house for a week until our parents returned. I went into the kitchen and made a couple of sandwiches, grabbed some chips from the bag for each plate, and yelled for her to come and eat. There was no response.

I went looking through the house, checking her room and the bathrooms, the den and family rooms only to find them all empty. As I was approaching the sliding doors I was becoming irritated, thinking, “Where in the hell is she and why isn’t she responding?” Just then, I heard a splash and realized that she was in the pool. I opened the door and stepped out on the deck.

“Morgan! Come eat dinner!”

She surfaced and yelled back at me, “I just got into the pool!”

Turning away I headed back to the kitchen. She followed me in a minute later, clad in a bikini that left little of her young body concealed. The pale blue cloth stretched over her already greatly developed breasts and ass, but failed to hide the erect nipples and alluring outline of her sweet virgin pussy. Suddenly, I realized that my sister was becoming quite a charming and sexy young lady.

“So, what’s for dinner?” she asked as she flipped her hair back and tied it in a ponytail.

I turned away from her quickly, going to the fridge to get us sodas to hide my fast growing bulge in my shorts.