My older sister, Taylor, was not the brightest. She also was a total bitch to me growing up. But things changed when I turned 18 and hit 6' tall. She would tease me I looked like Frankenstein, was always in her way, and was hogging the bathroom more than she did.
Of course, I noticed I was now taller than her, and that she and her friends were always giggling in her room, putting on whore make-up and talking about their boyfriends. She was dating this idiot football player, Eric, so I always teased her that she and Eric put together didn't have an IQ of 100. She didn't get the joke of course. Big surprise, she was also a cheerleader.
What she did get was a lot of attention. What Taylor lacked in brains, she made up with a curvy body, blonde hair and major jiggle factor. I had to confess more than a couple times, I did a double take when she walked out of the bathroom, still damp hair, still steamy with her pink towel around her.
Since we were only a year apart, we grew up in a house of gags and jokes. She liked to complain all the time that I had big, stinky feet. I teased her that her ass was getting bigger, and rounder and that she looked like it was stuffed. She also liked to open my bedroom door trying to catch me jerking off, so I had to put the chair beneath the door knob because our parents didn't believe our bedrooms should have locks. I also caught her hugging her body pillow a couple times so I knew she masturbated as well.
But the best part about having a dumb sister was when she tried to outsmart me. She assumed I was dumb as well. At least as dumb as her jock boyfriend. I was a beanpole fixated on the stock market, so making fun of my scrawny body was one of her favorite pastimes.
"Oliver!" she'd scream, "get your stick body out of the way! I'm trying to watch TV!"
"Oh, Tay-tay," I'd mock her nickname, "Get your ass out of the way!"
One night, our parents were out, so Taylor had Eric over to say goodbye before he went on a road trip. They went into her room, and from my room next door, I could hear their panting and soon a lapping, licking sound. I was sitting at my desk, but I soon had my boner out, squeezing it, stroking it imagining Eric eating out my sister. She was cooing like a bird and soon I heard Eric grunt, "I want to fuck you, Tay-Tay!" and she moaned, "Do it, Eric! Do it!"
But at that very second, we heard our parents at the door. My boner went back into my sweats, and from the scuffling next door, I imagined Eric and Taylor getting their clothes back on. Erin left soon afterward. He left my poor sister, horny as fuck.
"Kids!" My mom yelled later that night, "Your dad and I are going to see a movie! Behave! We'll be back before 10."
I was lying on my bed, reading a text book, with my hand absently down my pants when Taylor appeared at the door. Instinctively, I pulled my hand away as Taylor marched over to sit on my bed.
"Oliver, you are so lucky you're not on the football team. I'm going to miss Eric so much!"
"I bet you will," I snickered and tried to keep focus on my book. For some reason, I could feel the heat of her body sitting beside me.
"Oliver, you're lucky you don't have a girlfriend. You will once you fill out more. No girl wants a skinny scarecrow." To my surprise, she pulled up my t-shirt and laughed, "So skinny, so pale. You need to get out more."
I pulled my shirt back down. "Yeah, Tay-tay, maybe I should use your bronzer."
She giggled and then ran her finger along my waistband, "You're hairless, Oliver." Her touch was electric. I could immediately feel myself chub up.
"Whoa! Get out much?" She giggled again. I reached down to push her hand away, but she quickly pulled my pants down and got a look at my boner. "Oliver! Cmon! I'm your sister! You can't do this in front of me!"
"Fuck off, Taylor!" I pulled my sweatpants back up.
"Oh, don't be a bitch, Oliver. Can I see it?"
"No!"
"Cmon, I just want to make sure you're ok."
