My sister Isabelle is 12 years older than I am. When I was learning to crawl she was already starting to go out on dates and doing all those things that young teenagers do. I suppose she was always more like an aunty to me, more so than a sister of the same age who jokes around and gets in trouble right alongside you.
I only have the one sister and no brothers. Whilst Isabelle went to a public school, I was sent to an all boys private school which I always enjoyed until the onset of puberty in which I discovered that there was a certain something lacking in my life, namely.... Girls!
The only girl I knew was my next-door neighbour Nicola who was one year older than I was. Nicola was an early developer and looked much older than she really was. I was lucky enough to have had the immense pleasure of playing "Doctors and nurses" with Nicola. We would go into the back of her fatherās shed and slowly undress each other, gazing at each otherās nakedness. I can still recall clearly the image of her pert, pointing breasts and lightest pale-pink nipples before me. I would always get a massive hard on from simply looking at Nicola's breasts, flushed complexion and goose-bumped skin. I relished every opportunity to slowly ease down the white cotton panties she was always wore and take in the sight of her standing naked before me. Funnily enough I never minded the fact that she would insist on keeping her white ankle socks on during our hidden moments. She in turn would watch in utter fascination as my cock grew from next to nothing to a rigid, nerve popping erection.
Nicola had fine dark curly pubic hair and smooth skinned, milky white thighs.
Silently we touched and explored each other in the half-light of the shed kissing each other sensually as we touched up each others bodies. What wonderful times we spent in that shed, so innocent and yet so naughty.
Unfortunately our secret playing came to an abrupt end the day Nicola's father came in to find us standing opposite each other, half undressed. I have never run so quickly in my entire life. I somehow managed to jump the fence into my backyard in a state of half undress and lock myself in my room. All the while expecting him to burst through the door at any moment with an axe. I never did get the nerve to venture next door again until a couple of years later. Even then, it was hard to look her dad in the eye without thinking he would give me a quick backhander for what he saw that day. Nicola had certainly grown into curvy young woman, who by this stage I was sure, was quite adept at kissing as well as so much more.
By the tender age of 19, my only foray into gazing at the delights of the opposite sex was done through fumbling excitedly through the pages of the naughty magazines I had found under a bush in the paddock near our house one glorious spring day. The term "treasure", to a hormone riddled young boy, would most definitely have to be defined as finding a stack of "porno's" somewhere. And what a treasure trove to behold I held in my secret possession.... Playboy, Penthouse, Hustler, Ribald and Private Magazine. I can laughingly remember that upon seeing my first full page "cunt shot" I thought to myself "what the hell is THAT?"
Nicola certainly did not have THAT.
It was whilst looking at one of my magazine girlfriends and rubbing myself to keep from peeing that I had my first orgasm. I'll never forget that moment of laying back on my bed, my underwear and hand all wet and sticky and my whole body tingling from this amazing new sensation. What a magnificent discovery...I was hooked!
From that day on I was rubbing myself and enjoying the orgasmic waves that would engulf me at least ten times a day. The only problem was hiding the cum laden tissues that I would stuff under my bed until it was safe to leave my room and flush them down the toilet. All those tissuesā¦ must have singly destroyed a whole forest throughout my teenage years.
It was with horror that I returned home from college one day to find Isabelle standing in my room, a handful of my dried up tissues in one hand with the other holding up one of my secret magazines,
"And how do you explain THIS?" she asked me as sternly as a math teacher. My mouth was wide open yet I remained fixed to the spot, speechless. My secret had been uncovered, and by none other than my own sister. There was only one thing to do in this situation.... Run!
I canāt remember exactly where I ran to or how long I stayed there but I finally ventured home rather sheepishly to face the music. Much to my relief I found my sister making dinner in the kitchen (my parents both worked as cleaners and always came home late so the job of cooking dinner and making sure I ate it was Isabelle's) and asking me what I wanted for desert. No mention at all of what had happened earlier in the afternoon. I was more than happy for her to leave it at that and not bring it up, however as we both sat and watched TV in the dining room I was sure she was grinning at what her mischievous little brother was up to these days.
Upon going back to my bedroom, I checked to find that my magazines were all still there as were the tissues. I just hoped that she wouldnāt tell mum. I made sure to be on my best behaviour with her in case she ever used this against me.
On the occasion when I would bring school friends home, they would always comment on my sisterās looks, which always annoyed the hell out of me for some reason.
Isabelleās looks havenāt changed much since I was a kid aside from a few wrinkles here and there and a bit more weight. She has dark, wavy hair that cascades down just past her shoulders. Her eyes are a very dark brown and her skin always has a lovely light-tanned look even through winter.
She is not tall standing at around 5`7, though her legs always looked long and shapely. Her body size would be small to medium, her figure nice and curvy. She has always dressed extremely stylishly, not batting an eyelid at spending hundreds of dollars on a pair of heels, skirt, manicure / pedicure or perfume.
My sister had the habit, when dad was off working, of walking around the house in just her panties, shorts or tracksuit pants and topless. I donāt remember at what point she started doing this as I just always remember her doing it. However as my hormones started to kick in, I sure remember starting to notice her.
Her breasts were firm, would have been about a handful (about a C cup) and her nipples were a lovely light brown colour. Her areola was about the size of a twenty-cent coin and had the tiniest little bumps around the base of her nipples. When it was chilly they would stand up extremely erect and would appear to change colour to dark brown.
From a side view my sisterās breasts had a delightful upward curve, like a crescent moon or a banana at side-view, and her nipples sat proudly on top of the breast. Though the only breasts I had ever seen were in my magazines I knew that my sister had a GREAT set of tits!
She never seemed phased by the fact that I was around whilst she went around the house topless. I was always careful not to stare too much or show too much interest in case she ever hid them away from my view. Mum used to tell her to go and cover up but she never took any notice, only when dad got home or a visitor knocked on the door would she run into her bedroom and throw a t-shirt or jumper on.
