My sister was the sexiest thing I'd ever seen when we were growing up. Jenny was only a little younger than eighteen years, but she matured gratefully. By the time my cock started reacting to her flesh, my sister had a body that was driving older boys and men crazy. To me, it was pure torture in my own home. She caused my first hard-on when I saw her bending to pick up something in front of me. She normally would wear a T-shirt and only her white cotton panties. When she bend down, she would get a wedge sometime and I would see haft of her beautiful white ass check. I don't know how many gallons of cum I shot in the middle of the night with Jenny as the star in one of my frequent, vivid wet dreams.
Dreaming about her wasn't all that I did. I lusted after her all day --- and not just in my heart, either.
It started slowly. I would catch a quick glimpse of her coming from the shower; the damp, tight towel wrapped around Jenny's sweet, young body, only further emphasizing her wondrous curves. When she saw me watching, she always seemed to linger, finding some important task that required her to stay within my sight after her shower. The towel fought a battle with her supple, young body. The rough material seemed to caress her creamy-white tits. Once in a while, the towel would lose the battle, slipping just enough for me to peek at her luscious tits, or her light brown, fur-covered cunt.
Growing up around my sister was interesting. Hell, it was more than just interesting --- it was exciting. I wasn't alone, though. I quickly found that Jenny enjoyed our games as much as I did.
She teased me in little ways that changed subtly as my body thickened and matured. Looks became touches, and then caresses. The last summer I lived at home with them, Jenny was really into tanning in our fenced backyard. She let me lotion her back when the folks were out. Her old, black, one-piece suit evolved into as skimpy bikini, usually with the top untied. She now had much more skin that needed a coating of tanning oil. I happily volunteered for the job. I liked touching the back of her sexy frame, but I pushed it until I was actually rubbing the more interesting side. She didn't fight much. Jenny's firm, heavy, nicely tanned boobs were the first time I ever touched.
Did I get to fuck her? No, damn it! We never did anything. Not even a quick hand-job. I wanted it, and I think she did, too. We just didn't have the time to let it happen. While I was just leaving for New York to enter college, she stayed home with our parents.
Our reunion came after a long, tearful phone call that I received two months ago. Jenny said that everything had gone wrong. Since, I moved out. Our parents started on her. She couldn't have a boyfriend or go out to parties. Our parents said that she should move with me. I made the same offer, and to my surprise, Jenny said that she would be arriving at my apartment the next week --- if it were okay with me.
I was attending college about a thousand miles from our family home. I was pretty good at football in high school, and they're providing me with a full-ride scholarship here. I'm a real freshman, not one of those red-shirt guys, but I started every game this year. The apartment was owned by one of the team boosters. I was supposed to be house-sitting for him. Yeah, right. House-sitting --- for as long as I kept catching footballs, that is. Anyway, it was no place for me to live for free.
When I opened the door for my sister on that night two months ago, she was even more lovely than my memories of her. All eighteen now, Jenny had colored her hair. She was now a blonde. The long curls fell around her shoulders, framing that angelic face I had seen on the succubus haunting so many of my horny dreams. I couldn't see much of her body, but what little I did see looked nice --- really nice.
We sat on the couch until late in the night, talking about all the things that had happened to us over the last years. Jenny had arrived with a couple of bottles of wine. The first was already gone, and we were putting a pretty good dent in the second one. I guess we were both becoming a little tipsy.
Then she started to talk about that last summer --- that last summer when our sex-play had almost got out of hand.
"I was mean to you, Davy," she giggled. "What do you mean, Sis?"
"I used to tease you," she said, her laughter making those beautiful braless tits shimmy under her blouse. "It was kinda fun, though, knowing that you were so excited by me."
"I guess," I stammered, my eyes locked on her visible nipples.
"No," she insisted. "I was mean. I knew that I was making you all worked up over me. I loved it when I made you hard. I could always tell, too. I used to go inside afterwards and finger myself until I got off." "Jeez, Sis!" I gasped.
"Hmmm," she purred, sinking into the couch, her hand somehow over on my thigh before I actually realized it. "Yeah. I remember when I let you put lotion on my titties that first time. I went to bed later and played with myself, thinking about you suffering under that little swimsuit. God! You grew so big that the head of your thing was sticking out in the open."
