I wouldn’t say I was the typical shy type but I wasn’t all that outgoing either, so when my older sister asked me to go to a party one summer I wasn’t all that excited but I still decided to go. I admittedly was a little surprised she had already been invited to a party this early in the summer, I mean she had only been back in town from college for 2 days or so I guess you could say she was the outgoing one in the family. She had that fun bubbly vibe about her and it seemed to only intensify and turned more flirtatious since she had returned from school (and I rather liked it). I had always been attracted to her growing up, but I never outwardly acted on that feeling. It always seemed like she was comfortable in any situation which I was most definitely not and she had this confidence that was magnetic. We had always gotten along great but we mostly hung out at home or family vacations so getting an invite from her to go to a party seemed kinda special. Maybe it was that we were just getting older maybe it was something else, I really didn’t think about it too much. Either way I told her I would go but I was tired and going to bed for the night and I would get the details in the morning. What was really happening is that in the two days Paige had been back I haven’t had a second to myself and I needed to rub one out.

When I got to my room all I could think about was my sister, I had jerked it to her before or stalked her Instagram, but seeing her in person again was driving me insane an I needed to get this tension out. I went to the computer got on her account again to look at her spring break pictures. There was one picture I liked particularly. She was in a black bikini with all of her friends (also hot). They were facing the sun and left of the camera. From this angle you could really tell my sister was a busty girl, not too big not too small just right. I had gotten glimpses of her topples from a far here and there before but nothing great. I grabbed my lotion and started going to work, I always liked her hair and face. She had fiery red hair that really made her green eyes stand out. Her tanned and freckled skin was offset by her pure white smile. In the picture she had been caught laughing and slightly bent over. Her whole body was toned and her legs went for days, which was odd because she wasn’t all that tall. I always wanted to find some excuse to feel her legs, maybe if I was there I could have put her sun screen on. anyways I quickened my pace finished up and went to go to bed. As I got under the covers I thought I heard my bedroom door shut. I knew I shut the door but I couldnt lock it, my parents never had locks on the doors unless it lead to the outside. I decided my mind must have been playing tricks on me and I wen to bed.

I could hear the tv from my room in the morning which meant my sister had left her room. I couldn’t make out what was on, I threw on my gym shorts and headed down the hallway. I was so excited I hadn’t done this in years, mostly because I didn’t have the opportunity. As I got closer I noticed my sisters room door open which was usually closed due to her being away at university and, caught the scent of her perfume that was lingering in the hall emitting from her room. It was faint but it brought back that thrilling feeling of sneaking and maybe being caught that I had forgotten till now. When I got closer to the doorway I poked my head in to get a better view of her room. Looking across the room it really looked like she had never left besides the suitcase and travel sack she had stashed in the corner. Her bed was a mess as usual when she was home, but that was ok with me that messy bed was holding what I was after. I ran in and threw off the covers , and bingo it was what I was looking for! Her panties from the night before. We all have habits and when you grow up in the same house with someone you tend to pick up on their habits, one of my sisters was taking off her panties after she gets in bed. she would normally fall asleep and leave them in her bed, mom used to get so mad when doing laundry. I snatched them up moved them up to my face and inhaled... god it had been a while since I had done this and that made it even better. The scent ran shivers up my spine. They were mine, I pocketed them and continued on with my trip to the living room.

It was the morning of the party, she was hanging out on the couch, kinda just lounging and watching tv with the AC on. I walked downstairs. Our stairs ran just behind where the seat was and she was facing away from me, as I walked down I looked over to see what she was watching but my eyes stopped on her figure. I wasn’t intending on looking but I caught a look down her shirt and I took a second to take it in. She was wearing a loose turquoise tank top and white booty shorts. As I took this sight in I realized two things, one between her not wearing a bra and the chill from the air I got a pretty good idea of what she would look like topples. Two I realized that between the excitement of having my sisters panties in my pocket and this I was getting a half chub.

Then the thought, Why was I attracted to my sister? I don’t t really know, but I knew I liked the sneaking around to get pics of her coming out of our pool or the shower (none of the pics were that good but still, it was the thrill of it all) it was like a forbidden fruit something I could never have but I could get close to.

She was eating yogurt and playing on her phone when I plopped down next to her and playing it cool, asking “what are we watching”? She looked up from her phone and said, as if more importantly “Who are you bringing to the party?” As she peered eagerly over her glasses. ME?!?!!? I was just happy to be going, I didn’t realize I was supposed to bring a date. Sheepishly I stated that I hadn’t thought about if I was being honest. She put her phone on the armrest and looked at me with a cheeky yet knowing smile, and with a little wrinkle in her nose she asked again “So who are you going to ask then... huh?” With the tone in her voice I knew that she had a couple ideas (maybe friends of hers) I could ask but she wasn’t going to show her hand that easy she was going to make me work for it.

Quickly I started thinking back to high school when she was a senior trying to remember the names of her friends that I used to have crushes on when I was a sophomore, but for the life of me I couldn’t remember a single one. I thought about saying Aubrey...? a cute blonde spunky girl (who, rumor had it had pierced nipples at the time) who always seemed to be pretty down to earth and easy on the eyes. They had become friends when my sister joined the cheer squad. I always thought she was the influence on my sister that my parents would disapprove of if they ever knew what happened at sleepovers. Then I thought maybe not, maybe I should think more recently, she had mentioned that Grace was in town the day before. Grace was another blonde bombshell with a tight body, one of those girls who matured in early high school and was never afraid to show it. Always wore those bright neon colored bra and under ware you could see coming up above her jeans which she always filled quite nicely. (I have a feeling-she even caught the eyes of some of the teachers once or twice). I had one more girl in mind but before I could come up with an answer she started talking again (musta taken too long).

She raised her spoon to her lips, but before taking a bite she said nonchalantly “Look if you don’t have anyone to ask I can see what I can do, I know Amber and Natalie are both in town this summer.”

“Amber... that was her name.” Under my breath and to myself I uttered.

“What?” She replied as she pushed on my shoulder as an older sibling would when giving you some playful grief. As she did she had to lean in toward me, when she did her shirt shifted and I was able to get a second glance down her top again but this time much closer, and a better view of her nipples clinging to the thin shirt. I also found myself getting a better look at her sun kissed cleavage, which was much more defined than I had I initially noticed.

“Nothing, that would be awesome if you could help me out... I’m not the best with women.”

Kinda confused she asked what I meant, and grabbed my hand. Normally this wouldn’t have been a big deal but after just looking down her shirt I felt a bit uncomfortable, but I did like it. I told her “Yea sure ive had a couple girlfriends (her hand pulled mine toward our laps to rest right on top of the panties in my pocket, I was immediately aware of this) and been on dates but none seem to go anywhere or last too long so ill take all the help I can get.” Hearing this Paige squeezed on our clasped hands and it sent butterflies to my stomach and a twitch to my cock. She laughed making the freckles on her nose dance again, she had clearly noticed the twitch just as much as I had she must have felt it on the back of her hand. She peered over her glasses as if asking me what exactly what’s happening down there (all without removing her hand from mine mind you).

Embarrassed at the situation I found myself in I said nothing. I wish I could communicate with body language, or a pointed look like she did. But she was more practiced at this type of thing and her persistent gaze demanded an answer.

I opened my mouth to explain and as I did I must have glanced down at her nipples tugging on her shirt again, because before I was able to answer she spoke up again.

“Did you just look down my shirt? Mike your my brother thats not something you should be doing...” Her tone was serious but her lips pulled open to reveal a half smile. I think she was flattered but didn’t know what to make of this situation quite yet. This time she really did let this all linger in the air for me to carry on.

“I... I, I’m sorry. It wasn’t intentional I don’t know what’s going on. It just sorta happened...” But I knew exactly what was happening, between getting a couple good looks at my sisters chest and having just stolen her panties I was all worked up. But what was I going to do tell her all that no way, as much as a perv I am I’m not going to just out myself.

We just kinda sat and looked at each other for a second. Then her hand loosened its grip on mine, for a second I thought she would get up and leave the situation at that. However she just shifted to a cross legged position facing me perpendicular on the couch. She leaned forward and yet again gave me a good look at her, this time it seemed like she was testing me to see if I would do it again after just being caught, it only lasted a second.

“No shame huh?” She said playfully as I looked up and was clearly caught taking a look at her breasts hidden by just a single piece of fabric. Why did I keep doing this, I couldn’t help it, I couldn’t not look.

Again I started to apologize but stopped and said “Its just that I haven’t been in a relationship for a while. The last one I was in kinda left me in a dry spell after we broke up and I guess im a little backed up. It wont happen again.” Even there was more to it than what I had told her this was not a complete lie either.

I started to get up and head for my room to retreat and process what happened. I didnt even fully get off of the couch before I felt her grab my arm and pull me back down.

“Ive been there before.” She uttered “In fact im in a bit of a dry spell myself...”

Again she left it hanging there like I was supposed to know how to reply to something like that. Not knowing what else to say I asked the first thing that came to mind. “How longs it been for you?”

Instead of giving me a strait answer she looked up and away and stretched hands over head. Her shirt raised when she did this showing her flat stomach and a hint of abs (she had always been in some sort of a sport and was in good shape). Her belly button was pierced with a small jewel dangling from a sparkly chain. As she retracted her arms the shirt again hid the jewelry and she said “Oh I don’t know, probably a month or so.”

“A month!” I said sharply “Its been longer than that for me.”

“How long?”

“About 6 months.”

“...And..?” She asked shaking her head as if I left something out.

“And what?”

“Who were you with last? C’mon give me the details we are not kids anymore we can talk about this stuff with each other.”

“Chelsea.” (My ex)

“Chelsea! She exclaimed! You didnt even go out and try to get a rebound after your breakup?”

Even though I had tried I didnt tell her that, “No I didnt. Who was your last?”

Ignoring the question she dug deeper “Well how was it, I always pegged Chelsea as one of those cute high maintenance girls who just laid there and made you do all the work.”

She wasn’t wrong but Chelsea was more than cute she was smoking hot and well worth putting the work into. “She was kinda like that how did you know?”

“You start to know people once you’ve been around the block once or twice.” Then she giggled and bounced a bit “This is fun I like talking to you about this stuff Ive never seen this side of you, can I ask you a question?”

“I dont think there is really anything we cant talk about now that we are on this subject... so sure shoot.”

Before she revealed her question she stood up got in front of me and faced me. I could see that her shorts had been made shorter by rolling them up on the waist band. “Ok this might be kinda odd but your my brother I trust you’ll give me a strait answer. Right?”

“Ill do my best.”

Without saying anything she tugged down on the front of her shorts she was revealing more than I had ever seen of her outside of maybe a bikini. Again I felt the twinge in my pants. She wasn’t wearing any panties, nothing, how far was she going to pull these shorts down? Until I could see the the top of her inner thigh, and that she obviously kept up appearances down there in her dry spell. She tugged again slightly left revealing a tattoo. It was a small heart done well and placed strategically, probably to aid her new flirtatious personality forward if things started to slow out on a date. I mean all she would have to do is ask if her date had any tattoos, naturally he would ask her too. She stopped looked up at me and said “So... What do ya think?”

Clearly she was happy with it, her question was filled with pride and glee. When I didnt answer she asked again still as confident as before. What I would give to be the guy she was dating, is all I could think. My cock started to grow still remaining hidden under my gym shorts though and next to her panties.

“Its nice, real nice. Its simple but cute, I like it a lot if im being honest.” I said gaining confidence with each word that came out of my initially stuttering mouth.

She released the left side of her shorts and pulled down the right side and asked if she should get the same thing on the other side to be symmetrical. I didnt really give a crap but said I thought it would be a good idea. The only thing I could concentrate on was trying to see more of her and keeping my dick under wraps until I could do something about it.

Although I had gained some confidence and comfort ability with this situation, I was still going to let her lead.

She came closer to me and grabbed ay my bicep. This time she was standing up and bending over me to grab my arm. I had a direct view down her shirt which was hanging loosely. Of course I looked this time I could see everything. Her tits looked amazing light pink and puffy nipples that were just the right size. Her freckles spotted most of her chest as well, which shouldn’t have come as a surprise to me but it did. I stiffened even more this time I was unable to hide it under my shorts, I was full on pitching a tent down there but she hadn’t noticed yet she was still feeling up my bicep. Felt the urge to flex but I just tightened up a bet. “You would look good with a sleeve tattoo, it would be sexy.” She said as she moved her hand up and down my arm, clearly just an excuse to feel me.

“Would I? What else do you think would look good?”

I got the impression she was going to go down to my leg and suggest maybe a calf tattoo, but she stopped when her eyes met my belt line.

“What’s this?” She inquired as she took one finger and touched the tip of my tent and kinda rubbed it with the tip of her finger playfully. She was smiling again but this time she was playing with her tongue also.

I told her again I knew I said it wouldn’t happen but when you bent over I couldn’t help myself.

“Well maybe I cant help myself...” She said raising an eyebrow playfully. She moved her finger down as much of my shaft as she could before the shorts impeded. She continued down to the edge of my shorts by my knee on my left leg. I was hard as a rock just the thought of my sister doing this was enough to make me cum right then and there. It didnt look like this was stopping soon so I just concentrated on enjoying this and not cumming too soon. I was trying to hold it in as she fiddled with the trim of my shorts she was toying with me and testing boundaries. Ive always liked a tease, and this was literally my fantasy coming true so I was not about to stop her. After I regained some...some, composure I noticed she had gone down to her knees and spread her legs. She was playing with herself with her other hand. She had already slipped under her shorts and I could barley make anything out other than movement every time her hand moved, but I was still turned on. Just as I was looking at this her hand on my leg started making its way back up to toward me this time under my shorts. I was still doing my best to hold the tension in when I realized I wasn’t breathing. Her hand..Paiges hand, my sisters hand was on my upper thigh moving through my loose fitting shorts, just a bit further and...

She stopped. She reached up the hand that was fingering herself and reached into my pocket. She must have felt it with her hand or maybe they slid out a bit and she saw it. She remained on her knees and with a playful look she looked up at me. “Now where in the world did you find these?” “I know I didn’t leave them in your room, were you snooping in my room again?”

Again? She had never caught me snooping when we both lived here. What was she talking about?

“It took me a while but when I finally realized it was you I wasn’t actually all that surprised.” Her hand was now moving closer to my shaft again, every once in a while she would dig her nails into my thigh. That’s about all I could handle I could feel the pre-cum dripping out of my cock and running down the length of my throbbing shaft. She was so close to it but she was taking her time again toying with me but I had had enough of that I wanted her a piece of that forbidden fruit and I wanted it now.

“That’s when I started Playing with myself with my panties, getting them nice and wet to leave behind for you to find. I always wondered what exactly you did with them, be a good little brother and tell sister... Tell her what a dirty boy like you does with his sisters used panties.” She had finally gotten all the way up my leg and was starting to play with the tip of my cock.

“I...I...” I could barley make a sentence, still holding my breath, but I knew this was my chance so I went for it. “ “I would smell them while I jerked off, sometimes I would watch you and your friends from my window while you were in the pool or tanning and play with myself. I know its weird but I couldn’t help it.”

“Oh yea?” She asked intrigued. As she did she started to get a grip on the rest of me and pull up and down, as she did she took her panties back to her pussy with her other hand to get herself off. “What was your favorite thing to do with them?”

“Sometimes I would cum into them and put them back where I found them, mostly back into your bed. Other times i would just play with them and my dick at the same time sniffing them. The idea of you sleeping with something covered in my cum really turned me on the most though. Plus i had a fantasy that I might get caught and you would be into it and come into my room late at night.”

She left the panties hanging form her shorts and raised her fingers to my mouth, I could see them glistening and dripping wet, she extended two of them and gestured for me to take a taste. Her fingers were soaking wet and I took down every last drop I could, I moaned a bit at the taste. “You like that? you like your sisters juices?” She pulled her hand back between her legs and went back to work on herself.

“Yes, I love it.” I said softly. I could feel her hand on my shaft getting more and more lubricated and sliding easier and easier with more pre-cum dripping out. I couldn’t believe this was happening, she had known all this time that it was me taking her things and she never did anything or said a word... Why?

“Oh you are dirty... Must run in the family.” She said as if alluding to something else that I was unaware of. Her strokes picked up the pace in both hands as she spoke. “What do you think I did with those cum covered panties I had floating around in my bed huh? Do you think I smelled them too? Or did I play with them when I pleasured myself? Does that turn you on, thinking about your sister getting off to your cum? Answer me little brother.” She demanded again that I answer.

I was more eager than before to answer. “Yes, Yes that turns me on!” I exclaimed as I came in my shorts and all over her hand. God it felt so good, I could feel her firm grip on my penis still there and willing to continue. She kept going though, she didn’t stop playing with me, she was letting me know that she was enjoying this just as much as I was. I could feel myself still throbbing in her hands, her pace went back to normal and she focused on the tip. It was so raw and sensitive after just cumming, I could feel my thigh twitch against her arm, She removed her hand from my shorts then from her own. She brought her hand to her mouth and started to clean the cum off her fingers. Some of it missed her mouth and landed on her bottom lip and chin, she had to know it was there but left it and looked me dead in the eyes. “Thanks for the good time baby brother.” She got up off of her knees leaned in and kissed me, right on the lips tongue and all she was giving it her best. She then stood back and started to head for the bathroom, before she left the living room she turned back to face me. She pulled at the string of her panties that had still been hanging from her shorts and threw them to me. “Something to hold you over till next time.” She winked and headed to her bedroom. As she went up the stairs I again couldn’t help but watch her ass cheeks bounce up and down in those booty shorts.”

I couldn’t wait for this party...