Taking My Sister

Taking My Sister

I was around seven when i first really noticed my sister. She was around an hour younger than me (us being non-identical twins) and obviously, her being my sister I never payed much attention to her. Her name was Melanie and she would eventually go on to become a very succesful fashion magazine editor in New York City, the Big Apple itself. Back to the real reason you’re here reading this however. My sister, at the time, was about 4′ 4, with a flat chest and long browny-blonde hair coming to just above her pert little ass, resting on top of her small, shapely thighs and tiny feet.
I myself am called Matthew, usually known as Matt. At the time I was 4 ‘5 with short, spikey dark brown hair and a small, but wide frame. I’ve been called cute alot throughout my life, especially by friends of my older sister, Hannah, and my mother, Anne.
Enough of descriptions and on with the story though. My sister piqued my interest at seven years of age when I was in the bath with her being washed on our own rather than the usual way of our mother helping like she had done for most of our lives. We were sitting in the bath a-scrubbing and a-dubbing and all that when I noticed my sister’s bright pink nipples all lathered up in soapy bubbles, glistening with water, the gentle swell of the aereola with her slightly darker, tiny little nipples in a stage of semi-erect that gave me a tingle in my crotch that I would later learn was called “hornyness”.