You belong to me_(0)

I still remember the day when she walked into the kitchen in a bikini. It was white g-string bikini. It looked completely sexy on her. I was 14 when it happened and honestly i loved it. There were instances over the next few years where I would catch myself looking. Sarah continued to grow up. Her legs became long and slender, but muscular and powerful at the same time. Her breasts were bigger and I could see her nipples through her shirts when she didn’t wear a bra around the house. The summer before she was a senior in high school was an extremely hot one. We would lay on the cold, concrete basement floor. She wore just a wife beater and tiny shorts that barely covered her perfect ass. When she lay on her stomach, I could see the perfect curvature from the small of her back down to the curve of the foot. But I felt sick. This was my baby sister. Shouldn’t have evolution somehow extinguished all of her attractiveness in my eyes? But she was undeniable. Her young body was electric. She would wear low rise jeans and my body would ache with sexual frustration because I could just imagine what was a few inches lower and how badly I wanted to lick every bit of it.

Guys drooled over her, but she was hard to get. She was 24 when she started dating Derek in November. He was a bit of a jock, and the thought of him touching her disgusted me.

It was vacation time and our parents went out with another couple.They always stayed out late with them and drank so Sarah and I knew they wouldn’t be back until 2 or 3 in the morning. Sarah came downstairs in super tight jeans and black midriff tank top.

“Woah, what are you wearing?”

“Uh, jeans and a tank top?”

“Sarah, come on, he’s going to think you’re easy.”

“Jesus, relax. I’ll do whatever I want with him.” She could tell I was upset so she jokingly batted her eyelids. “Don’t be upset little brother. You can beat him up for me if you have to.” She playfully started punching my shoulder and my stomach.

“Haha, okay, I get it. You can take care of yourself.” She didn’t stop punching me even after I said that.

“Fight back, Stan. Come on, show me what you got.” She had this devious twinkle in her eye. Was she flirting with me? I wasn’t sure. I playfully picked her up and gently threw her on the ground. She was still punching me and laughing and hardly noticed I was now straddling her. Her chest was moving up and down with heavy breaths and I had to use all my willpower not to reach out and touch her breasts.

Then, the doorbell rang and we suddenly snapped out of it. She looked at me a little strange and I got off of her.

“Derek’s here!” I watched as she ran to the door, and I sat on the ground hungrier than I’d ever been.

“Hey dude, how are you?” Derek asked when he walked in.

“Good man, just chilling. Probably going to take it easy tonight.”

“Nice, well, it was good to see you.”

“Yeah, same. What are you guys planning for tonight?”

Sarah interjected. “We’re just going to stay here, I think. Watch a movie in my room, maybe.”

In her room? Fuck no. “Oh you guys can watch it out here. I’ll probably play videogames in my room.”

“Thanks Stan, but that’s okay. I want to show him some of my pictures and stuff in my room anyway.”


“Oh, for sure.