My beautiful sleeping sister – Chapter 2

Chapter 2

I didn’t sleep well at all, partly the hard floor and heat, but mostly because I couldn’t stop thinking about my sister, just feet from me. I woke at 6am and immediately sat up to look at Chloe. She was lying on her back, the quilt was back over her stomach. Her fingers, fingers which were teasing her pussy just hours ago, lay by her side. I quietly leant forward and inhaled them… that now familiar musk filled my nostrils, instantly making me hard. I watched her breasts rise and fall for what seemed like hours, imagined kissing her full, sexy lips, fantasised about resting my hard cock on them.

She got up at 8am to me vocalising my discomfort on the floor, jokingly accusing her of abusing a younger brother who she was charged with looking after. “Good morning to you too,” she yawned, brushing her silky hair from her face, “I slept like a log.”

She whipped the quilt off, stepped over me – a quick flash of pink – and went for a shower. The regime begins. I couldn’t wait to smell her panties this morning, knowing she had masturbated in them, imagining her sweet juices soaking into them. I went to make breakfast and cool down.

I heard the bathroom door open, Chloe cross the hall and return to the bedroom. “Don’t come in,” she called, “I’m getting dressed. I’ll have Weetabix and orange please.”

As usual I headed to the bathroom, but nothing. Of course not, she wouldn’t put her knickers in my aunt’s laundry. Oh well, will have to wait ‘til later. I started back to the kitchen, but stopped in my tracks, noticing the bedroom door was ajar. There was no way I could peek though without being seen, she was on the other side of the room. I was about to carry on when I noticed her reflection the full length mirror which was screwed to the wardrobe door. It was half open, and provided exactly the right angle for a peeping Tom like me. My luck was in!

She was sat at the end of the bed, towel wrapped round her head with a tub of coconut body lotion next to her. What happened next almost made me faint. She deftly tugged lose the beige towel wrapped around her body and it fell to her waist, exposing her breasts, which I’d never seen in their mature state. They looked perfect, wonderfully full and pert, and her dark pink nipples were just the right size and colour against her pale skin. She scooped cream into her hands and began to massage it in liberally. She started with her arms and shoulders, and then quickly moved on to her breasts. She seemed to take much longer than was necessary rubbing, squeezing and kneading her bosoms, creaming them one at a time, then both at once, pushing them together. Her nipples were very stiff, and I noticed she tugged them a little. I stood as a statue, trying to be as quiet as possible, if she looked in the mirror she would see me staring. She then creamed her lovely soft tummy, before opening the towel and starting on her thighs. Unfortunately I couldn’t see between her legs, but could make out the top of her pubic thatch, which seemed well trimmed.