My name is Laura Marsh. My twin sister Emma moved with me when our parents died in a car accident, a couple of years, now 20, we enjoy each others company. We were quite normal sisters, but we were very open with each other; we would talk about boys, puberty, fantasies or anything. I remember one weekend when it all started, I was lying on the sofa watching a cartoon that I wasn't paying attention to. I was watching the rain, hoping for it to clear up, when Emma came down the stairs, jumping the last three and landing so her miniskirt flew up around her belly-button, exposing her pink thong and beautiful rear-end to my wild eyes for a few teasing seconds. Oh, how I wanted to spank that behind.
Emma took up her usual spot on the floor and began playing with her new mobile phone. She was facing away from me and I craned my head to look up her skirt to get a better view of that behind.
I picked up some litter and walked the long way around to the kitchen. As I passed Emma, my eyes went down to her chest. She was not wearing a bra and her low cut top revealing her perfect breasts to the world. I was getting horny just thinking about them.
As I entered the kitchen, I asked myself what was wrong with me; I had a secret liking for my sisters' assets, but until now, nothing more. I didn't feel like I wanted to rip her clothes from her luscious body until now.
I dropped the litter in the bin and retained my place watching the cartoon. Emma stretched and got up; placing her phone on the coffee table I had my feet on. She then went back upstairs.
Emma was very conscious of how she looked, and even though she looked great, she always wanted to maintain her sexiness. She joked once that she took pictures of herself so he could see if she thought she was still sexy. My heart skipped a beat and I picked up her phone, it happened to have a digital camera incorporated to it.
I entered the camera function of the phone and looked at her saved photographs. My heart began racing at the first picture; Emma's thronged butt in a close-up. I went down one; Emma fondling her breasts seductively. There were plenty more, and my panties were wet by the time I'd finished looking at most of them. Then at the bottom of the list, something caught my eye.
Pictures with the names, "Lra" and a number. There were about six of these, and I looked at each to see what they contained. To my horror, the first three were of me in the shower, and one of them, me getting myself off with my dildo! I was fit to burst, and looked at the others; there was me on my bed sleeping, although Emma had obviously homed in on some particular parts of me; a close-up of my own butt; and although I was mortified that my sister had these images on her phone, I felt a pang of pride, seeing my assets from a third person view for the first time.
My first instinct was to delete these images, but what if Emma found out? It would be a breach of privacy on my part, but then again, it was a breach of privacy by photographing me! I decided I would confront Emma, but then it hit me; she was obviously taken by me, and a surge of excitement filled me. What if she felt the same way as I?