Sex with sister_(2)

For as long as I can remember she was the only one I truly lusted after. She alone , in her T-shirts and panties; in her halter tops and hot pants, made me go crazy with an aching need. Her sandy brown hair that hung in shimmering folds on her shoulders, her hazel eyes sparkling with life and energy. All of these things only increased my desire for her. Her budding B-cup breasts and 120 pounds of slenders curves wrapped in baby-soft tan skin. . . . . . . . ..My mouth waters even now at the thought of it. But dammit, you’re not supposed to want your sister, are you?

I was sixteen, and she was fifteen at the time. She was on the brink of being a true teen and I was on the brink of losing my mind. How do you go to sleep, knowing that she’s in the shower, lathering soap up and down her slick skin? How do you stand up without making a tent after watching her bend over to tie her shoes? You can’t.

June 16
11:26 p.m.

I was lying in bed, thinking of her, as usual. My parents were asleep by now, and I was completely at a loss as to what to do. If I didn’t do something soon, I’d crack under the pressure. I sat up in my bed, putting my head in my hands and feeling my dick pulsing against my briefs. I ran my fingers through my short hair and let out a deep breath I’d been holding. I’d taken to being silent around Janie, not trusting my words or actions not to betray me in the most horrible way. She’d begun to notice my odd behavior and couldn’t figure it out. We’d always been close as siblings, but lately I’d been so distant. Something had to give.

I stood up and walked through the cloying darkness to my door. I opened it slightly, slipped on a pair of sweat pants, and tip-toed out into the carpeted hallway. Just across from my room was my sister’s door. I could open it. . . . . .and then what? I was fooling myself. What would happen? Nothing I wanted to happen.

I looked down to my parents bedroom and saw something very odd. There was a dark shape in front of there door that I could just make out in the moonlight shining through the window. It looked vaguely human. Slowly, ever so slowly, I crept down the hallway. The shadow didn’t move a bit, but I was now sure it was a person, and not just any person. But what was Janie doing? I came to stand right behind her, when something else caught my attention. The door was cracked open a good couple of inches, allowing a view right into my parents’ bedroom.

The moon was bright that night, streaming down onto my parent’s bed. I could see my mother’s slim attractive figure bouncing up and down on my dad’s cock. Her smooth pale ass rode up and down and deep moans came from inside her throat as she fucked my dad. The bed was squeaking quietly, and both of my parents’ were moaning, but there was another sound. I looked down to see Janie sitting indian-style on the carpet in front of the door. All I could see was her slim back and shiny hair, but I had an idea of what was going on. Her right shoulder cept moving oddly and muted whimpers were coming from her. My little sister was fingering herself while watching our parents fuck!

My dick was instantly rock hard. In the background my parents were going at it harder, making more noise, but I tuned them out, listening intently to my sister’s moans. Her hand was going faster now.