Watching My Sister_(1)

Watching My Sister

Teens, unsafe, voyeur, incest?

If you do not like stories about teens having unprotected sex then go elsewhere. Remember it’s only a story; no one was harmed in the writing of it. It’s about a brother watching his sister getting it on with her boyfriend.

I went looking for my fishing pole; it was usually in the utility room just off the central part of the basement. Dad had started to fix over the basement last year but it had come to a crawl as of late. The walls had sheetrock but hadn’t been finished off leaving gaps at the seams, the floor had a rug with nice dense padding and the ceiling was almost finished. The utility room was dark as I fumbled around piles of crap trying to find the tackle box when I heard footsteps coming down the stairs. Not thinking much about it figuring it was only my bratty sister I continued on. When I heard another voice, a boy, only then did I take notice.

Sure enough it was Sandra and a friend, Billy who she sometimes hung out with. They were both whispering which took my curiosity. Quietly I stepped back as not to be seen and waited to see what was up. There they stood about a foot apart gazing into each other’s eyes before grasping each other around the waist.

“You sure it’s OK down here Sandra? Maybe your bedroom would be better? We won’t get caught will we?” “No silly, no one’s home you saw the note Rob left about fishing, we have at least an hour before my Mom gets home.”

Now they had my full attention, to Hell with fishing, I was going to see what they were up to; it’s always good to have a little dirt on your sibling. As they swapped spit I delicately pushed the door shut as to not be seen. Dad had left a horizontal seam next to the door with a large enough crack to allow someone like me to view the surroundings in the main room without being detected.

Billy’s hands had traveled onto my sister’s ass where his fingers were nudging into her ass crack. As he worked them downward I was speechless when they disappeared into the leg band of her short-shorts. This guy knew exactly what he wanted and was getting it. Within a few minutes they slouched downward ending up in a pile on the forest green rug in a tangle of twisted arms and legs as their persistent kissing seemed to advance a tad too quickly.

After all she was only fourteen, a little young to be behaving in such a manner. Never once did she make an objection to Tommy’s headway when removing her shirt. One button at a time came open until he pulled the sides apart exposing the white skimpy bra covering the flesh mounds of her chest. Her breaths commenced into sudden gasps after pulling the scanty elastic over her tits brushing his lips over the enlarged nipple. Her eyes were clamped shut but her hands held Billy’s head firmly in place as he sucked in a nipple, guessing from his expression he had his tongue swirling around the nugget.

I had an extraordinary view from my advantage point, they were so close that if the wall wasn’t there I could have almost reached out and touched them. Here was my sister, a year younger than I; she has her friend attempting to drain her breast of any non-existence milk! I had to wonder how long this activity had been taking place, but what happened next I assumed it unquestionably wasn’t the first time. He had a concealed hand that came into sight as it unbuttoned the top snap of the blue shorts and disappeared into them.

“Don’t break the zipper Billy” as his hand stretched the fabric to its limit. And he obliged un-zippering them entirely exposing a white pair of underwear that covered his other hand as Sandra wiggled around on the floor. It was when she reached between their bodies that I noticed it, there it was, hard and confined; my own dick was at full staff. My own flesh and blood, my sister was causing this. I was torn between stepping out into the room and stopping them or continue with my soiled thoughts of maybe seeing considerably more. Sexual desire always wins. Cautiously his belt was unfastened followed by his pants button and then the zipper came down. She didn’t stop there either, distorting his body relinquishing to her desires, his pants ended up at his ankles in less than a mere minute. His body was in the identical condition as mine, the front of his briefs was bulging out while covering his erect dick.

In the mayhem I never saw it happen but Sandra had dispersed of her shorts completely, tangled up around her foot while Billy was busy working his fingers around her pussy zone.