My sister was always one of the most popular girls in her school. Four years younger than me, she was outgoing and friendly to everyone. She was her class president, nearly an all A student, always elected to Who’s Who (usually as Class Favorite), a majorette in the marching band, and actively involved in church activities. Everyone who knew her liked her.
She was, and is, a beautiful girl. I suppose this did not hurt her popularity. She is fair skinned, 5’5″ 110 lbs., With soft brown shoulder length hair and big, beautiful brown eyes. At the time of the events I am about to relate she was 16 and already very nicely developed. Her tits were large for a girl her age, but not so big that she looked top heavy. Her waist was trim and her stomach flat. She had an ass you would like to walk behind and stare at all day. Her legs were long and taut. Her calves were well defined from her daily exercise routines. In short, my sister was a babe and the apple of my parents’ eye.
As for me, I was 20 and still in pretty good shape even though my serious athletic endeavors ended nearly two years before when I graduated high school. I had attended college near home for a while but had soon dropped out. My folks raised hell over this, but I assured them that I was planning on returning the following semester. I told them I had just needed some time off to find a direction for myself. That seemed to pacify them for the time being and, except for my dad giving me a hard time about finding a job instead of just hanging out, they pretty much left me alone. I mowed lawns and did odd jobs occasionally for spending money, and as long as I didn’t ask them for dough I felt like they didn’t much care what I did.
I had a girlfriend at this time, but our relationship was a rocky one at best. We fought almost constantly, breaking up one day only to get back together a few days later. It was a pain in the ass but at least the make-up sex was good when we did reconcile. My sister was not allowed to date much at this age and she didn’t have a steady boyfriend, although she had been out a couple of times lately with the same boy, and my mother said she was afraid that they were getting serious about one another.
Unlike a lot of brothers and sisters I know, me and my sis really got along well together. After she came home from school and on weekends when we neither one had dates, we were usually always spending time with each other. We would go out to eat, go to the mall or go to movies together, just the two of us. We kidded each other that it was if we were dating. My bitch girlfriend, Sheri, once complained to me during one of our frequent break-ups that she thought I’d rather spend time with my sister, Dionne, than I would her. I told Sheri that if wasn’t for getting to fuck her once in a while I would rather be with my sister. Needless to say, that statement didn’t prevent us from breaking up.
Also, I began making up excuses to my guy friends about why I couldn’t hang out with them as much anymore. If they had known I just preferred being in my sister’s company I would have really caught it. Gradually it dawned on me that Dionne wasn’t just my sister… She was my best friend.
I am not really sure when my feelings of just “brotherly love” for her began to change. But looking back, I believe three incidents combined were probably the cause.
The first occurred about a year and a half before the date of this story, when Dionne, or Dee-Dee as my family called her, was 14. Our house only had one complete bath and two half baths. This meant everyone used the same shower. This was during my senior year of high school and I came home late one Friday afternoon to get ready to go out for the evening. My parents were still at work and Dionne was in the house alone. I started to go into my room when I saw that the bathroom door was ajar and I could hear the shower running. She was in the shower and had left the door open to hear if the phone rang. A wicked grin spread across my face and I thought I’d give my little sister a hell of a scare by bursting in on her in the shower. Stealthily, I crept up to the door and nudged it open a bit more. The reflection of the medicine cabinet mirror gave me a direct view of the tub. I could see the steam from the hot water boiling over the top of the shower curtain. The bathroom door being left open prevented the mirror from fogging up, much to my good fortune. Within a minute or two the water shut off and I readied myself to throw open the door and scare Dee Dee as soon as she stepped out. But when she slid the plastic curtain back I was stopped cold in my tracks.
Her glistening, wet body was one of the most beautiful sights I had ever seen. Although she was only 14 her hips were already beginning to form the hourglass shape signaling her advent into womanhood. Her breasts were certainly smaller then, but they were still a good handful each. Going from the hot water to the cooler air caused her pert nipples to become erect and the waterdrops cascading down her tits gave me a tingling sensation that I knew all too well. Instinctively, my gaze shifted to between her legs. A triangle of soft, wet, jet-black pubic hair greeted my eyes. She turned around to take the towel off the rack and for the first time since she was a very little kid I saw her bare ass. The tingling sensation had become a full-fledged hard-on. Regardless of how many I’ve seen by now, whether live, in pictures or film, my sister has one of the best butts it’s been my pleasure to view. And even though it was in it’s developmental stage at this time, to a perpetually horny 18 year old boy it was a sight to behold. I watched her dry off as long as I dared, but all thoughts of scaring her had vanished.