Chapter 2

When I came to, my pants were down. My hand was wrapped around my cock, and I was slowly stroking it, staring at my sister’s tits.

My eyes widened. This wasn’t right - this couldn’t be happening. But it was ... and I couldn’t stop.

Licking my suddenly-dry lips, I wanted to pull away, to stop what I was doing. It was sick, and it was wrong, but I had no control. For whatever reason, I couldn’t stop jerking off. I even tried looking away, moving my attention to anything other than my sister’s slight smile, her bare, perky tits...

God she had great tits.

To my dismay, I realized I was about to cum. I tried to bite my tongue, to shut my eyes, to do anything that would stop me from staring at my sister’s tits as I came, to stop her boobs from inducing an orgasm.

To stop myself from spurting all over my naked sister’s bare chest...

She never broke eye-contact as I came. She just continued to smile as I coated her face and chest with my sperm. When I was done, I fell back, suddenly exhausted. Ellora left the room, and I couldn’t help but stare at her butt as she did - it, like the rest of her, was perfectly formed.

A few minutes later, I heard the sound of the shower, as my little sister presumably washed off my spunk.

What the hell had I just done?

I slept fitfully that night, tossing and turning, images of my sister’s face and body never leaving my mind. I didn’t know what had happened, but I felt awful about it - my sister was an innocent, and I’d used her nudism to get off. I’d perverted her lifestyle, used her as a sex object ... I was scum, and I hated myself for it.

The next morning, I woke up with an erection. Cursing myself, I resisted the urge to jerk off - I knew that if I did, I’d just end up thinking about Ellora again. That wasn’t fair to her - she was a person, not just someone for me to fantasize about. She was more than just a naked body for me to cum across.

When I got to breakfast that morning, Ellora was already sitting at the table. She was nude, of course, those perfect breasts staring straight at me. She smiled, and I tried to smile back, but all I could do was stare, stare at her naked tits. They were so beautiful, so sexy...

She saw me staring, and without saying a word, reached out and grabbed the can of whipped cream from the table in front of her. Two squirts later, and her breasts - those beautiful, pert, pink nipples of hers - were entirely covered in whipped cream.

My eyes widened, and I stepped towards her. Within a few seconds, I was frantically licking the whipped cream up, taking as much of it into my mouth as I could, licking her breasts clean, sucking on her nipples, enjoying the whimpers of pleasure she made as I did...

No.

I blinked twice. I was standing at the doorway, staring at my sister’s tits. Just staring. My lips were dry, and so were her nipples.

It took me a few seconds to adjust to what had happened.

“Hi,” I said with a smile, and Ellora just smiled back at me. A few seconds later, our parents joined us. Not a word was said about my sister’s nudity, and soon I was able to relax and enjoy breakfast with the family, almost entirely forgetting about my under-the-table erection.