It was after midnight when I finally made it back to my own bed. I don't know if I felt a little guilty about what I'd done, or guilty that I didn't feel worse. I guess this is where I should say that I never intended things to go that far, but I don't expect you to believe it. I wouldn't. I mean a guy just doesn't "accidentally" seduce his little sister.
Then again, as a senior in high school she isn't exactly little anymore, and I'm only four years older. That was a big gap when I was sixteen and couldn't have friends over without my twelve and thirteen year old sisters hanging around. It never got too bad though. They mostly had their own friends or spent their time on "girl talk" and stayed out of my hair. Not the way some of my friends would have their kid sister tagging along like a lost puppy. Heather and I spend a little more time together now that Stacie is off to college but our social circles don't overlap. I'm the big brother who can lend a hand or listen to her vent without trying to run her life.
I'd be willing to bet that any guy with a sister has at some point while growing up, looked at her and thought, "I'd hit that". By the time we were all dating both Stacie and Heather were beginning to look pretty hot. I never tried to get anything started. Just fantasizing about them was something I wouldn't have admitted to my best friend. Besides, if I made a pass and it flopped the best I could hope for was getting thrown out of the house. Worst case ran in directions I didn't want to think about. I probably wouldn't even have kept the fantasies going if Heather hadn't made the cheer squad. Her legs and ass may not be her best features, but hers are better than most, and a cheer uni certainly shows them off.
When my folks left for some sort of company banquet they asked me to pick Heather up later. I'm between girlfriends and there wasn't anything good on the tube, so I decided to get there early enough to watch the game. I was on the team in high school and while some of the players dated some of the cheerleaders it wasn't an automatic thing. In any case, on game day you both had to focus on your own job. Watching each other do your thing wasn't a good idea. It was a real treat to watch Heather and her friends go through their routines. There seemed to be a lot of hip hop moves and a few that would have worked just as well for a stripper. Maybe I'm biased. Maybe Heather wasn't really the hottest girl on the squad. But those other girls weren't going to be sleeping tonight in the room next to mine.
I wasn't the only one looking for her after the game. I got there just in time to see her get dumped by her current boyfriend. I don't drink much and she hardly drinks at all but our folks were going to be out late and after watching her boyfriend take off with his new girl, I figured she needed to chill. The liquor store had a big jug of sweet red wine on sale and the soda to mix wine coolers. When we got home neither one of us felt like fixing a meal so we just nibbled snack food as we chatted and sipped our drinks. Wine coolers are sneaky and it wasn't long before she had a pretty good buzz going and was asking me why guys had to be such jerks.
"Really Kyle, It's like every guy I've dated has some kind of mental timetable that starts with a goodnight kiss on the first date and has him taking my pants off on date ten or twelve. I'm not a prude. I enjoy making out with a guy once I get to know him and start to feel comfortable. I don't want to still be a virgin when I start college next fall, but I'll turn lez before I give it up just because that's what some guy has penciled in on his calendar for tonight. Eventually they all hit a spot where if I'm not going any farther with them they leave me for someone who will. I may not be the smartest girl on earth but if I have to fuck a guy to keep him, I'm smart enough to let him go. He'll just be a bigger problem later. Why do guys do that?"
"I wish I could tell you, but it's not a guy thing, it's a jerk thing, and I'm trying real hard not to build up too much experience in that area. Maybe you're setting your standards too high. You know, looking for some kind of perfect guy to be your first?"
She thought about that while I made us a fresh round of drinks. "I don't think I'm being too picky. I don't have to love him but I do have to respect him and like him at least as much as I like you. He has to be willing to listen when I'm telling him what I like and don't like. Most important is that I can trust him to stop whenever I want." About then the phone rang and I went to answer it. Our folks had run into another couple they hadn't seen in ages and decided to get a room at the hotel that was hosting the event. They just wanted to make sure everything was OK and let us know not to panic if they didn't get home before noon tomorrow.
I passed Heather the word and tried to get the conversation going again. She'd never let her hair down like this before and I wanted to make the most of it. "I can't believe guys won't listen when you tell them what you want. The biggest gripe I share with the guys I know is that girls expect us to be psychic. Somehow we're all supposed to know what you want without ever being told. Give me an example of guys not listening."
"OK, how about tits?"
"Yours are really nice. What else about tits?"
"Uh ... Thanks, but sometimes they're a pain. Guys like to play with them and usually I enjoy it. On game night though they get bounced around a lot even with a good bra and right now they're kind of sore. If he hadn't dumped me tonight my boyfriend would be kneading them like bread dough and wondering why I wasn't getting turned on. While my tits were bouncing I was also working really hard and every muscle I've got is going to be stiff and sore in the morning. After a game I'd sell my soul for a hot shower and a long gentle massage. Know what happens when I tell a guy that? He spends about two minutes rubbing my neck and shoulders before he's got his hands inside my top."
It took me a minute or two to work up the nerve but I knew I'd never get another chance like this. "I remember what it was like waking up the morning after a game and wondering how I was going to get out of bed. I'll lock up and kill the lights while you grab a shower. If you want that massage you don't have sell your soul. I dated a masseuse for a while and she taught me the basics. Just knock when you pass my room."
By the time I heard the rap on my door I'd pretty much mapped out what I wanted to try, and changed into a set of loose sweats to hide the serious wood I'd built up thinking about her. It wouldn't have mattered. When I got to her room she was prone on the bed, wrapped in a towel, with her face turned away from me. Sitting on the bed next to her I began gently kneading her neck and shoulders, gradually feeling the muscles go from tight as cables, to bungee cords, and eventually loose as a bag of rubber bands. She started to tense up as I tugged the towel lower but relaxed again as I worked my way down her back. When all that it covered was her shapely ass, I shifted to her ankles and began working my way up. She was a little startled when I rolled her over, and her hands fluttered like she was thinking of covering up, but as soon as I began working on her neck and shoulders again she closed her eyes and relaxed. Still, she couldn't help blushing a little whenever the sleeves of my sweatshirt lightly brushed against her nipples.
They were firming up nicely by the time I moved to her abs. Abs can be tricky. Too light and you tickle while too heavy makes them tense. I managed to hit it just right and felt her melt under my fingers. There was never going to be a better time and after things had already gone this far the worst she could do was tell me to leave so I bent over and slowly swirled my tongue around her nipple. I heard her gasp, then whimper a little as she thought about asking me to stop. I was going back and forth, splitting my attention between her lovely tits when I slipped a hand under the towel that still covered her hips and dipped a fingertip into her steaming slit. Before long I discovered that while she was still a virgin she must have a man sized toy hidden somewhere. First one, then a second finger slipped easily into her muff.
Using my free hand to tug my sweatpants down I got between her knees and let my cock take the place of my fingers almost without a pause. I guess that's the point in porn novels where the hero would pound away like a lust crazed beast until sunrise, bringing her to multiple orgasms in the process. Yeah ... Right ... I don't think I lasted a couple of minutes before popping my load. Spend a few years fantasizing about a girl as hot as Heather and see how well you do when you finally get something going! In a way what actually happened was even better. She felt me let go just as she was getting close and reached down between us. I've never been ready to go again without even pulling out, but I've also never had a chance to watch my hot little sister bring herself off while my half hard dick was in her to the hilt. The second time took a lot longer but was still over way too soon.
I was so wiped out when I left her I thought I'd fall asleep halfway back to my bed. Instead I laid there thinking about what I'd done. None of my fantasies had included how I'd feel afterwards. I'd been brought up to believe that fucking your own sister was a sick, twisted, pervert thing to do. I had to admit to myself as I drifted off that I did feel like a serious sleaze. What I couldn't decide was if I felt that way because of what I'd done, or because I was already planning to do it again.
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