Oh Sally

This is a fictional story.

My sister, sally, is one year younger than me. I’m nineteen, I stand five foot eleven and am 170lbs. I am in good shape as I play several sports and am an avid cyclist. Sally stands five two and is about 110lbs. She is as athletic as I am.

Two years ago I accidently walked into the bathroom while Sally was stepping out of the shower. We were both surprised and embarrassed. That incident was dealt with exactly for what it was, an accident. Later that morning I masturbated in the shower thinking of my sister. It was the first time I had thought of Sally in a sexual way.

Back to present day. Sally and I had to attend the funeral of an uncle that we had met no more that three times. We went and did our family obligation and got out of there. We had a long drive home and it looked like a storm was brewing. Sure enough, a half hour into our drive I was white knuckled driving in blizzard. I could barely see ten feet in front of the car, Sally was visibly nervous but we could not decide what to do. We didn’t want to pull over and sit there but we knew that driving in those conditions was very dangerous.

Our minds were made up for us when we came upon a road block. The police had closed the highway. Our only option was to get off the highway and into a small town. We were told by the police where the closest motel was and he informed us it would be a minimum of twelve hours before the highway reopened.

On the way to the motel we passed a strip mall. Sally went into the store for some food and drinks and I went into the liquor store. When we got to the motel the only rooms left were rooms with one double bed. Not a big deal and really we had no options.

We got into the room and gave it the once over. It was pretty standard but Sally; always the optimist said “hey it has a nice big tub.”

“Care for a gin and tonic” I asked.

“Stupid question after that drive” was the reply.

We sat around and had a couple of drinks, trying to relax. We talked and watched TV and looked out the window which looked like someone had put a white curtain over it.

After a little while I really wanted to get out of my suit. I wear a suit only for funerals and weddings so was quite uncomfortable.

I asked Sally “hey would you mind if I got out of this monkey suit.”

She said “only if you don’t mind me getting out of this stupid dress.”

I took my shirt and pants off leaving me with an undershirt and boxers on.

Sally asked “hey would you mind if I wore your shirt, I’m wearing a thong and would like to have a little more coverage.”

“Of course not” I said as I tossed her my shirt.

Sally went into the bathroom and got out of her dress and into my shirt.