I had just turned eighteen when it happened, and my sister was two years older than I. I had been lusting after her for years. Ever since she hit puberty her body had become solid. She had turned from a shapeless, gangly tomboy to a firm ass, full tit hottie. I guess she was unaware of her body, because she was in the habit of wearing oversize clothes and sitting in revealing position that completely exposed her.
My father's friends had begun to take notice of her, so I was far from immune - though I was still her geeky, younger brother. I couldn't have been more than one-hundred-sixty pounds soaking wet, but I pretty much had a raging hard-on I had to relieve whenever we hung out together.
The night of the incident it was really hot and I couldn't sleep. At some stage of the evening I was lying in bed completely bleary-eyed and wanted to see what my sister was doing, but more - wearing while she slept. I slowly and quietly crept down the stairs to her bedroom, making sure not to make a sound. It felt as though it took forever. When I finally made it into her bedroom I noticed that she was just wearing one of my dad's old button down shirts with the sleeves cut off, and a thong. I immediately felt myself stiffen. I made my way over to the side of the bed, again taking forever for fear the floor squeaks would awaken her, and I nudged the bed. She didn't awaken. I stood next to the bed and began stroking my cock inside my shorts considering my next move.