Chapter 1

They say that when you look back on your life, you can pinpoint moments — exact moments when your life changed significantly. In my case, this is completely true. Let me tell you about one such event.

I was twenty years old at the time. A regular college student. Average academic performance, a part time job, a bit of sports, and a shitty car — you get the idea. I had a girlfriend of sorts, great friends, and a great family.

Well, great is probably a bit of an overstatement. Dad was always out of town because of his work. Mom worked, too. My younger sister, Millie, was nineteen when this happened, and had a life of her own. We didn’t fight like a lot of other siblings but then again, we weren’t close, either.

Looking back, I think we all had a life of our own and didn’t get in each other’s way. I mean, we certainly loved each other but we all led pretty independent lives. In any case, I didn’t have any complaints.

My parents really only cared about our grades and beyond that, they didn’t bother all that much with what we got up to. My sister and I were pretty sorted with studies. So, we lived as we wanted, really.

In spite of the fairly regular sex that I was getting, I found myself horny pretty much all the time. In class, at home, when driving, when studying — it really didn’t matter. I was horny all the time. This meant jerking off. A lot of jerking off. The first thing I’d do when I woke up was to jerk off. The first thing after I came back home, the last thing before I went to bed, pretty much anytime I was alone — I was jerking off.

Given that no one really disturbed me in my home, I never bothered about being careful about when I was jerking off. If I was in my room, I was alone anyway.

This entire saga began on the day my dad left for another one of his long trips. His job was to coordinate with his company’s suppliers, who were mostly in China. This meant that he’d be gone for months, sometimes. It was on one of those trips that he asked me to drop him off at the airport. It was a late evening flight. So, I came home from college, dropped him off, and drove back home.

We didn’t live in a bungalow by any means but we had a good home. It had five rooms, a huge living area, a cosy dining space, a garden, and a pool. We were not super rich but we were well off. My sister and I both had our rooms upstairs. They weren’t small rooms. We both had huge beds and there was a ton of space left over, still.

After I dropped my father and came back home, I took a quick shower and as I was drying myself with the towel, I decided to jerk off. I had the house to myself but I still decided to close the door, just in case.

I got on the bed and fished out some old magazines that I had hidden away in my room. I flipped a few pages and settled in on the model and began stroking myself.

It was five minutes into this ritual that my life took the oddest turn.

I was stroking my cock, looking at this Playboy girl, when in my peripheral vision, I sensed some movement. I looked up and saw that the door wasn’t fully closed. But there was no one there. I cursed myself for closing the door entirely and went back to my business. A minute or so after I resumed, I sensed a movement again. This time, I didn’t turn my head immediately. I’d dismissed the first time as my delusion but there was someone there, definitely.

I looked up, without turning my head, and what I saw stopped my heart for a moment. I looked again and yeah, there was no mistaking that skirt. It was my sister. I could just about make out her figure from where I was lying down. She was wearing a pink skirt that she’d bought recently on a day out.

At first, I thought I was going to be in trouble. I thought she’d tell my mom or dad but as I contemplated my situation, I began to realize that she wasn’t moving. She was still standing right there. And I still had my cock in my hand, even though I wasn’t stroking it anymore.

I decided that I was going to take a risk. I started to stroke my cock again, slowly this time. I closed my eyes again and I wasn’t thinking about some Playboy magazine chick. I was thinking of Millie, my sister, who was standing outside the door. I started imagining why she chose to watch me. Was she turned on? Did she look at me differently?

I spent the rest of the day telling myself that I was delusional, that Millie wasn’t standing outside watching me jerk off. It was preposterous to think that. Millie didn’t need to watch me. It was not as if she didn’t get any attention at college.

Millie was a bombshell. At nineteen, she was one of the most popular students in the college. I was well liked, sure. She was the showstopper. And her looks only helped her. She was a blonde with blue eyes. She looked very much like a model. She had C cup breasts that guys drooled over and though I’d never thought too much about it, she had an amazing ass. Not a giant ass. But just the right size. The sort of ass that looks perfect in a bikini.

Given that we lived in a fairly liberal home, we didn’t have a lot of rules about covering ourselves up. The general consensus seemed to be that no one was to show their genitals. That was about it. This meant that I mostly roamed around in boxer shorts and Millie, on most days, wore just a tank top and short shorts.

She didn’t wear a bra when she was home. I’d noticed her nipples poking out of those little tops a lot of times. I’d never paid a lot of attention to any of these things until that day.

Dinner was the one thing that we did together as a family. Mom came home pretty early that day. So, it was my mom, Millie, and me. I went down when mom called us for dinner, to find that Millie was already downstairs, helping mom.

She was wearing a gray sleeveless tank top and black shorts that stopped just below her ass. As I walked down, she noticed me and gave me a friendly smile. Absolutely normal. There was no hint on her face that anything outside normal had happened.

She went back to sorting the plates out with mom as I stared at her, as discreetly as I could. As she went about her business, I couldn’t help but notice how hot she really was. The clothes she was wearing accentuated every single line of her body. I could make out how firm her breasts were, how they were shaped, and in some angles, I could almost see her nipples.

It was not surprising that two minutes into my staring session, I was rock hard. This was a problem because I wasn’t already at the dining table. I was on the couch and going over would be awkward as fuck if mom and Millie saw me.

Thankfully, mom turned towards the oven, as well. I walked over slowly towards the dining table, the tent in my shorts obvious if anyone were to turn around. Just as I almost made it, Millie turned around. The expression on my face must have been quite telling because she immediately looked down. It was only for a split second, though. She looked down, then up, and then turned around again.

“Will you have the salad, too?”, she asked, still facing away from me.

There was not a hint of mischief or fun in her tone. They both placed all the food on the table. My mom took the seat next to me, and Millie sat next to her. I carefully looked at Millie and there wasn’t an expression on her face. She didn’t seem happy, sad, confused — nothing.

My mom was asking me about my day and college and exams — but I simply wasn’t paying attention. I was focussed on my sister. She wouldn’t even look at me. My heart sank. What if she didn’t watch me jerking off but just caught me with a fucking boner? What if she was horrified about what she saw? What if she hated me? And I’d been leering at her just a few minutes back. I was a mess.

I immediately decided that I wouldn’t pursue this any further. Sure, my sister was hot as fuck but I loved her dearly. I had absolutely no intention of making her uncomfortable. Whatever had happened, it didn’t matter. This would end. Now.