My sister Jane is a banging girl. When she reaches puberty, her body starts to bloom from a bud like the most beautiful flower. Her body is long in some places, narrow in some places, and narrower still in some places, well, let’s just say she’s perfect. She is now eighteen years old, two years younger than me. I found her to be one of the best girls I know.
You see, it’s not just because of her curvy figure. Sculptures can be symmetrical, and the subject of a painting can be symmetrical, but neither is symmetrical. She makes feminine beauty come alive. She was a girl, from the tip of her round little nose to her delicately painted toes. Her dark brown hair is long and straight, usually past her shoulders because she can never get an appointment at the salon. Her eyes are large, clear, and deep blue. She keeps her hair wavy and makes eye contact during conversations, which immediately makes you think she’s pretty and interesting, and a really energetic person. She also has a few freckles on her face and shoulders and on her chest. She’s a t-shirt and blue jeans kind of girl, but she has a great sense of fashion and always looks good. She knows how to dress to look sexy, but she wears it in a way that looks natural. She won’t wear low-rise jeans or shirts that show her navel, because she doesn’t need to. Her beauty, elegance, and sexiness all ooze out of her pores, so they never have to show off.
Jane and I are good friends because our parents taught us from the very beginning to respect each other and to ask for help. So we grew up with a sense of responsibility towards each other, and I think this naturally led to a sense of mutual admiration. Our personalities are also very similar, optimistic, trusting, a little sarcastic and honest. We were told many times that siblings usually don’t have such healthy relationships, so we are very proud of our relationship and do our best to remain friends.
This connection helped us both a lot when our family moved to our current house. The bonus is that we both have bigger bedrooms and better backyards. Strangely, Jen and I had to share a bathroom between our two bedrooms. Both of our bedrooms had a door to the bathroom, but the door was not locked, so we carefully knocked on the door to make sure the bathroom was not being used. At one point, our parents were going to install new door handles, but we talked them out of it, knowing that money was tight and everything was fine. This doesn’t mean we never accidentally bumped into each other, but because of our friendship we overlooked it and never let it bother us.
I mean, what else can you do? It wasn’t a big deal for either of us because we trusted each other. We started joking about it after the first few meetings and after a while neither of us stopped being cautious. We talked about it and agreed that it was the most awkward to walk in when the other of us was using the bathroom, so we would joke about it whenever it happened. If I walked in while she was peeing, I would joke that I thought I heard a snake hissing in here. If she walked in, she would quip about making sure my target practice was going well. These are silly little jokes, but they help us get the best out of an imperfect arrangement.
As far as nudity goes, we both agreed that if we walk past each other and just happen to look away, do what you need to do and give them privacy. We both agreed it felt good to see each other with towels on, so it became the norm that every morning we had to use the bathroom to get ready. Opening up to others in this way, letting your guard down, and being true to your humanity is actually a good thing. We are both so grateful to feel comfortable with each other.
That being said, we are all still young, sexually mature adults. I mentioned how beautiful she was and I never forgot it. Believe me, I totally appreciate her femininity! Yes, I am her brother, but every man has a side, no matter what body type, as long as it is hot. Jen is hot! She is about 5’6” so she is a few inches shorter than me and her legs are long and toned from exercise. She has a nice little waist and a healthy, thick ass that makes every pair of jeans look expensive.
So, being around her turns me on, but I manage to keep it under control. See, there is a huge difference between blind desire and affection and being friends with her is the most important thing for me. So I try my best to respect her and treat her like a real woman. In return, I know she trusts me and feels free around me when we are together.
Now, it is a well-known scientific principle that an object in motion will always remain in motion unless it is impacted by another object. Well, in this case, the first thing is our sacred brother-sister relationship. The second thing that changed the direction of our relationship was the navy blue dress.
We were both invited to her high school prom, she was a senior and her date was a friend from her class and I was Michelle’s (another senior in Jen’s class) date. We were all looking forward to it because it was going to be a more formal dance so everyone had to dress up. I was in the shower when I heard her knock on the door and I yelled for her to come in.
I heard the door open and Jane say, “Thanks Mark. I have to go pee and get dressed.” There was a pause and I thought she was using the bathroom. After a second, I knew I was right because the sound of her peeing didn’t match the sound of my shower at all. She asked casually: “So are you looking forward to tonight?”
“Oh yeah,” I said. “As long as the music is a little better this year, it should be fun.”
He said, “I know! The music was terrible last year!” and I heard him pull the toilet seat. “But this year, since I joined the planning committee, I’m able to make sure they have a good mix.”
“Yeah, as long as they play something for everyone, I think you’ll dance just fine,” I said, turned off the shower, pulled my hand out from the curtain, grabbed the towel and pulled her in.
She giggled. “You were so excited tonight! You were excited to dance with Michelle again.”
I smiled to myself as I dried myself off. She might be right. Michelle and I have been dating since high school and it was always a highlight when we danced together. I wrapped the towel around my waist, opened the curtain and walked outside.
Jane was applying her makeup at the sink. She had put on her dress, but the back zipper was unzipped. The dress is a beautiful navy blue and made of a soft, transparent material that shimmers and changes color when she moves. The dress was strapless and she appeared to be holding it up with her elbows close to her body. I admired the bare skin of her back, the dress zipped open. It started at the base of her neck (her hair was pulled up and styled for the evening) and ended just above her waist.
I went to the sink and started brushing my hair. We kept talking about the night before and the work she did to get everything fixed. I started teasing her partner James, who was a nice guy but a little shy. He’s a good athlete but prefers workshop classes and real mechanical knowledge. I always teased him that he only dated her because he didn’t trust the ’89 Buick she drove.
“So is James going to be nice to you tonight?” I asked, looking protective. She smiled and patted my shoulder.
“Yes, she is! Will you be a gentleman for Michelle?”
“Of course, Madam,” I said in my gentlest tone. She laughed.
Seeing that I was ready, she asked me to zip it up for her. I walked up behind her and tried to pull the little zipper with my wet fingers while she kept talking about James and how she wanted him to kiss her when he left her after the dance. I started to zip it up and realized that she wasn’t wearing a bra. Of course, that made sense, but for some reason I got really excited to find out that she wasn’t wearing a bra and that my zippered skirt was her only covering. It was a thought and my body responded accordingly and my cock began to swell and get hard. With the zipper stuck under her shoulder blade, I took my other hand off the hand holding the towel and pulled the ends of her skirt together. When I did that, I said, “Hey, this dress doesn’t show too much cleavage, does it? I don’t want James to see under your hood, you know.”
She smiled and said, “Yeah, I know. It’s a little short, but I guess it’s not that bad. Got it?” With that, she leaned over the sink so I could see her boobs in the mirror. However, while she did that, my hands were still trying to zip the zipper up, so I lost control and her ass pressed against my groin. My cock was still very erect because her hands were on the sink and her arms weren’t holding the dress up above her, so the front of her dress hung down, exposing her naked boobs to both of us. There was a momentary pause when we realized what had just happened and I heard her gasp. My first thought was that I had messed up by not zipping it up, so I reached down and grabbed the sides of her skirt and pulled it up. At the same time, she straightened up, trying to get her ass away from my bulge, trying to hold on to her dress. As she stood up, my shoulder hit my chin and I extended my hand towards her, but she was already dressed. She immediately turned back to see if she had hurt me and I said I was fine. Within seconds, we started laughing.
“Okay, I think there’s a little too much crack!” I laughed.
She bit her lip, pretended to be angry, hit me lightly on the arm and said, “Okay! Now zip me up!”
She turned around again and this time I stood up focused. She laughed and turned around.
“Well, at least I know you think I’m pretty!” she said, smiling playfully.
I blushed and said, “Sorry, but you look good.”
She said, “It doesn’t matter, I’ll just take it as a compliment!” She thought for a while and then giggled. “Do you mean me wearing clothes or not wearing any clothes?”
This made me give him a playful slap on the butt. We all laughed.
So we went back to getting ready, both of us mutually ignoring the lump in the front of my towel. I was relieved that we were able to understand each other because it made me feel like less of a jerk in that moment.
In the end the dance went well. Michelle and I danced until our feet hurt and I had a great time chatting with the friends I met there at school. Jane and James seemed to be having a great time too because they danced for almost as long as we did and the look on Jane’s face showed how much she was enjoying it. James seems a little more nervous than usual, and I can understand why. Jane looked really good that night. But then I knew that Jane’s wish had come true, because when James took her home that night he actually worked up the courage to kiss her.
A few days later, I was shaving with an electric razor in the bathroom when Jane knocked on the door. I let her in and gave her a spot near the sink to do her hair. She talked to me while brushing her hair, then smoothed it with some hairspray.
The next thing I knew, she took a step back, pushed her butt against my groin, held it there for a moment, then tossed her hair over her shoulder and smiled at me. “I guess my outfit isn’t that special today,” she said, stepping forward and sticking out her lower lip to pretend to be annoyed. Seeing my confused look, she laughed. “I’m just teasing you, idiot!”
I smiled crookedly and told her, “Well, if you checked again now, you might think you were Miss America. You blew my mind.”
She giggled again, looked at me politely, and said, “Well, I’m glad to know I still have it!” She looked at me and went back to her room.
This situation continued for a while. She thought it was a fun game, a way to tease me. It always came when I least expected it, as she would go days without playing her little “bump” game. I realized that she was actually breaking down another barrier, making “touching” more natural. What surprised me was the overtly sexual nature of her little game. But as I got to know her, I realized that she probably didn’t see it that way and was just messing with me.
It didn’t really bother me until one day. I was having a bad day at work because I missed a deadline and got scolded by my boss for it. I had a really bad headache all day and was really upset because I had to skip lunch to finish my projects. Then it started to rain and I didn’t have an umbrella and it was a long way from the company parking lot to the car, so I was soaked when I got home.
I went into the bathroom and took a nice hot shower to relax. Jane knocked on the door and came in to pee. She had just returned from shopping with her mom. I had already showered and dried off, so I waited for her to close the lid before getting out. She was washing her hands at the sink and I came over and waited so I could grab my hairbrush. Well, the next thing I knew, she turned off the water, leaned over me, put her hands on the towel on my hips and pressed her butt against my groin.
“I just wanted to see if you liked my new socks” she said.
I’m really not in the mood. I backed off, scolded her and said, “Jane, stop doing that, at least for today, okay? It really bothers me.”
She was surprised. She seemed to be thinking about what to say. Finally she asked, “What happened? I didn’t know it bothered you.”
I sighed. “I’m sorry, I had a bad day at work.” I told her about the missed deadline, my boss, lunch, the rain, my headache, etc. I complained almost all the time. But Jen is great. She just kept listening and sympathizing.
Finally, when she finished encouraging me, she said, “But I want to make sure I know what I did wrong. Why did I upset you when I bumped into you?” she asked honestly.
“Okay, it’s a little hard to explain. It’s just, I know you’re just having fun, but you’re really cute, you know? If you weren’t my sister, you’d be at the top of my list. “I’d love to meet some girls too, but I’m a guy too, so I can’t help but get turned on when you do that to me, and you just don’t turn me on. It’s okay because I could try to ignore it and move on, but I’m tired today and it just adds more frustration to my day. ” I said.
She was a bit surprised and started thinking about what I said. “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize that would make you so uncomfortable,” she apologized.
“It’s okay. Usually I really enjoy it and it makes me happy. But today, I was really tired and I just wanted to relax and you turned me on.”
We looked at each other and smiled fondly. She sighed. “My poor brother,” she said. Then she smiled. “I’m telling you. If you want, you can pay me by meeting me. Is that a good way to comfort you?”
“What?” I said, a little shocked. “Uh…I don’t know…” I stuttered.
She smiled, turned back to the sink, put her hands on the counter and looked at me. “I’d like to help you if it makes you feel more comfortable.”
This is an awkward position. However, my cock was now even more erect than when the conversation began, and she looked really nice. She wore a loose purple skirt that reached her thighs and a matching black top. She bent over and spread her legs a bit so that she could hold the position comfortably. She looks hot.
I slowly approached her. She smiled and nodded, letting me put my hands on her waist, and when I paused to reconsider, she looked at me in the mirror and said, “Say, actually, it’s okay,” so I continued to put my cock in her ass. But I was still worried because I wasn’t sure what she thought I would do.
I asked, “Do you think I’ll just rub against you?”
“Mark, do whatever you need to do to relax. This is a little weird for me too, but I guess I owe it to you,” she said.
What I want is cum. I slowly started rubbing my cock up and down her ass. It was a little weird being wrapped in a towel, but I didn’t really mind it. All I could think about was how horrible this day had been, but this was like a dream come true. Jane let me rub against her. I stared at her ass, admiring her feminine curves. I felt the warmth of her skin as my hands wrapped around her waist. My cock was enjoying the feeling of rubbing between her ass cheeks.
But it’s not perfect. The towel started rubbing me raw. “I think that’s enough. The towel is starting to hurt,” I told her.
She smiled mischievously at me. “Just take the towel off. I won’t look,” she said. What drives me crazy is that she just acts innocent and helpful! To any other woman, I would have thought this meant she was horny, wanted me, blah, blah, blah. But Jane just wanted me to be happy and didn’t mind.
“But where is your dress?” I asked.
Her eyes widened when she realized what I meant. “Oh, you’re right!” she said. “Well, get out your towel and you can wipe it on my underwear, it’s old,” she offered.
When I opened the towel and saw her lift the back of her skirt to give me access to her panties I almost shuddered. This is crazy. We have never done anything like this! I knew it was really wrong, but it was okay for her, and I really wanted to do it, so I moved forward again, grabbed her waist, and placed my naked penis on top of her panties.
I can’t describe how good it feels. Her ass feels so hot and the material of her panties is so soft that I feel like I am in heaven right now. I started sliding my cock up and down her crack, and soon my semen was oozing out on her panties, allowing me to slide in even more easily than before. I moved my hands to her hips and applied pressure on her ass, forcing my cock into her crack and moving along the fleshy tunnel. As my body took over, I started losing my higher reasoning abilities, and the next thing I knew, I was rubbing my dick lower than before, trying to feel the dip of her anus. I pushed myself down on her, making her spread her legs more to accommodate me. Soon I could feel the soft flesh of her vagina along the base of my cock, and I pressed my cock hard into those folds of skin. I rubbed her harder, kneading the sides of her ass with my hands now, feeling my body sweating with excitement.
*tears*
Something happened to her panties. They’re broken. How did that happen?
I stopped thrusting and realized that her panties were now loose. A few minutes later I looked at her face in the mirror for the first time and noticed how pink her face was. She was breathing heavily and beads of sweat had formed on her forehead. She barely made eye contact with me and reached back for her panties. I turned away thinking that would be the end of it, but she simply said, “Sorry, there is a tear in the crotch, you must have torn the rest of it too.” Then, “Come on, you can get under them.”
