I've always had a crush on my sister's boyfriend. The first time he came to our house was three years ago. I had just finished high school. We were having a small party for that. She brought him home to introduce him to our family. Somehow the news of her having a boyfriend triumphed my news of finishing high school. Everyone was busy gushing over Sara and her boyfriend, James. I was so mad.
Perhaps it was stupid, but she could have given me one day for myself. One day when I didn't have to compete for attention, like I had for my whole life. Sara was always the pretty one, and the smart one. I was better than her in academics, but she was more "street smart" they said. She was the popular one in school, so bring the younger sister, they tried to see her in me. But I was a failure in their eyes. I had no friends, no boyfriend and definitely no social life.
"Congratulations on finishing high school. You finally got over the worst part of your life." James came up to congratulate me.
He had the decency to come and congratulate me. That's when I looked at him properly. He had brown hair, brown eyes and was a tall, well-built guy. But his smile was just beautiful. It made me feel comfortable instantly. And that was a big deal. I wasn't the kind of girl who got comfortable with people easily. James was the kind of person who could put anyone at ease within a matter of seconds.
We met a few times after that. He would drop by to meet my family. My mom loved him! He would charm her with his stories and unknowingly, I was getting charmed too. I would quickly change whenever I heard his car pulling down our driveway. Then I would welcome him at the door and listen to him talk for hours. Sometimes he visited even when my sister wasn't home. I loved that. It showed that he was really fond of us. I liked thinking that he was fond of me.
I realised my little crush on him but I was always quick to dismiss it. After all, he was with my sister. But that changed one day. My parents went to Toronto for a week to visit my aunt who had recently gotten a divorce. She was inconsolable, so my father booked a ticked there the first chance he got.
"I hope you girls will be fine without us. Don't get into trouble and don't kill each other." They said as they left for the airport.
Sara hardly spoke to me. She got on the phone and went to her room upstairs. I knew my sister. She would probably go to her best friend's house for the weekend or invite some of them here. I shuddered thinking of the loud music and the giggles which would keep me awake throughout the night. I went to my room, and locked the door.
If my parents weren't home, I might as well relax. I drew up a bath, got a bottle of wine from the kitchen and plugged my earphones into my ears. I even lit a few scented candles to create a relaxing mood. Getting into the tub, I was transported into another world. I was totally relaxed.
I must have fallen asleep because when I got up, it was already dark outside. I looked at my phone and realised that I was in the bath for about one and half hours. I got out and quickly changed into an oversized T-shirt. By then I was hungry.
Unfortunately, my sister was still in the house and I needed to ask her before ordering food. I hoped for once in her life she would let me order pizza. As I got out of my room, I heard moaning.
Was she-? No
As I walked closer and closer to her door my suspicions was confirmed. My sister was having sex right next door. Didn't she know I was gonna be home? This was preposterous.
"Oh fuck." She screamed loudly. "Yeah, right there."
I nervously stopped outside her door. I couldn't decide what to do next. The best thing was to ignore this and walk away, probably even get out of the house and go for a walk. But I was rooted to the spot. I don't know why.
The door was slightly ajar. Why wouldn't she close the door? I heard another moan, this time a guy and I immediately recognised it to be James' voice. That piqued my curiosity. He was in there having sex with my sister. I don't know why but that was so hot. I had to look. I wanted to see him.
My mind wasn't working. I couldn't convince myself to walk away. Fuck. I found myself opening the door just a little bit further as if to get a look inside. And there he was fucking my sister. For a minute my breath stopped. I couldn't believe I was seeing this. As I regained my composure, I looked at him again.
His body was glistening with sweat. I could see his well defined muscled. The contours of this face were twisted into agony, or perhaps in pleasure. He was holding my sister by her waist as he slammed into her repeatedly. My sister looked so small compared to him. I'd never noticed how massive he looked compared to her small frame. She had a really tiny waist and small breasts. But she looked as if she were at his mercy. Her face was buried in the mattress so it was impossible to see her face.
I could feel the heat between my legs. This scene before my eyes was turning me on even more than porn. I couldn't take my eyes off him. Was this the same charming, polite guy who was fucking my sister doggy style? He looked like an entirely different guy. One of his hand moved from her waist to her neck where he gripped her and slammed into her even harder. She gave a small yelp at that.
My throat felt dry. I needed this. I needed him to do this to me. My fingers moved to my chest and I began to feel my breasts over my T-shirt. This was turning me on. I closed my eyes and imagined him slamming into my pussy. His hand would be around my neck and he would fuck me so hard. I needed to go back to my room and masturbate with this image in my head.
As I opened my eyes, I found his eyes locked on mine. I took a moment to make sure if he was really looking at me. He was. But he didn't stop fucking my sister. I was frozen in the spot. The edges of his lips curled up and I realised he was smiling. He winked at me.
I was at my wit's end. What was happening? I took a step back, and finally regaining my own senses, I walked back to my own room.
I was in my room for the rest of evening. But my sister came to call me during dinner time. I was reluctant to go. James saw me peeking into their room. He saw me groping my breasts watching them had sex.
"You have to come for dinner. James got pizza for you. I can't finish that alone."
The pizza sounded too tempting. I went to the dining table with her where James was waiting for us. He looked at me but didn't say anything. As we started eating, he slipped back into his usual charming manner. He began chatting with me as if everything was fine and nothing had happened. He was such a sweet guy, he probably didn't wanna embarrass me. I, too, decided to pretend like nothing had happened.
It was going fine. We were all talking. My sister was less irritating around him. She would actually talk to me like a person. I returned the favour. But a minute later, I found his hand on my thigh. It didn't move up or anything, it just rested there. Firmly. I could feel the heat from his hand seeping into my skin. I pretended as if his hand was not resting on my thigh and continued with the conversation.
