Car Repairs
Copyright Matt Coolomon 2022, all right reserved.
All characters fictitious. Sister was adopted, no blood relation.
I found myself just staring at the laptop screen. I could feel my mate watching. His eyes were fixed on my sister's legs, and I sat there struggling with the worst, yet most incredible feeling I had ever experienced.
Kim was 22 and I was 24. We were at our parents' cabin. My mate John was sitting in a lounge chair beside and a little forward of the couch. He was examining my sister's bare legs.
She had dozed off with her head resting upon my chest. She had kind of slumped over, and cuddled up during a movie we had playing on a laptop. I stared at the screen. I'd had my arm resting along the back of the couch but lowered it and was touching my sister's hip. John saw me do that but I just rested my hand there.
I waited anxiously for about 10 minutes before I began gently stroking, and I gradually worked my fingertips beneath the hem of Kim's little nightdress, inching under the soft fabric and slowly working upward until I felt the thin band of elastic around her hip.
My heart pounded as I followed the edge of it, gathering the light skirt away, and I stared at the laptop screen, sweat beginning to seep from my forehead as my mate's head turned toward me. And right then, I felt my sister's fingernails clawing into my thigh.
I began fondling my sister's leg while keeping my eyes fixed upon the laptop screen. I slipped my hand along the front of her leg, rubbing back and forth gently, but applying a little pressure when I touched her knee, pushing against it.
Kim's nails dug in again. I was watching her face and saw her eyes open slightly then close again. "It's okay just let me," I whispered against the top of her head and her nails clawed more firmly but she relented and allowed me to move her upper leg back a bit and show her to my mate.
My sister's legs were bent up and together. I stroked down her thigh again and pressed softly, but enough that she knew. And her nails dug into my thigh again but I kept pressure on and her leg shifted slightly, her thighs parting, and my erection throbbed as my mate leaned forward for a look in between them.
"Oh fuck that's nice," my mate groaned.
I nodded, swallowed hard. My sister covered her eyes with a hand as I lifted her bent upper leg and spread her more. I felt her through the crotch of her panties, rubbing her wet.
"But Alan!" she breathed against my neck, hiding her face there now.
"Can't he have a fuck?" I whispered back. "It's going to be a long week trapped here in this cabin if you don't let him as well."
"Mmm I suppose," my sister uttered, blushing across at my mate. He was staring at her crotch, his eyes glazed and his mouth open a bit.
"You won't say anything, will you man?"
My mate glanced up at me. He swallowed hard. "Na man, I won't say anything."
"See he's cool," I told my sister and kissed the top of her head. "No one will ever find out."
"Yes, but will you want to watch each other?" my sister checked with me.
"No not really. It would be more about watching you, Kimmy. It'd be about watching you being fucked by John, not so much him doing you."