I awoke at around 7:30. I had to do a photo shoot at 9:30, so I figured I had a little time to spare. Lying there I thought of the night before. My younger sister Carrie and I had masturbated together. I still thought of her as my kid sister, but now I thought of her being sexual, too.
All those years of fantasizing about her pleasuring herself had finally come true. The experience was better than any fantasy. Going over the previous night in my head gave me an erection. Her terrific body was fit and toned. Carrie had already seen me jerk off, so it wouldn't hurt to take care of it...
That afternoon, I'd finished an advertising shoot. The client had called me for changes. Hours later, I finally finished. I walked to the kitchen and found a note on the refrigerator. Carrie had gone out for a little shopping. I hadn't seen her all day and was hoping we'd go out to eat since I didn't feel like cooking.
About an hour later I was watching television and heard her enter the house. I called for her but she didn't answer. I walked back to the kitchen. She was putting groceries into the refrigerator. "Hey, sis, how you doing?"
"Oh, hey! Doing pretty good."
She finished and started for the stairs. I took her arm and asked her if she'd like to eat dinner out with me. She said she'd nuke something later. "Carrie, what's wrong?"
"Nothing, Matt, really." I followed her into the living room. She sat down on the couch hard.
"Bullshit. I haven't seen you all day, Carrie. Then you come home and won't talk to me. Tell me what's wrong."
She sighed and fidgeted. "Just... I'm sorry, Matt. You've been avoiding me all day. I made you do something you didn't want to do. I'll move out."
I laughed. "OK, first, you're not moving anywhere. Hell, no. I'm tired of insane roomies. And you didn't make me do anything. Last I checked we're both adults. I made my own choice."
She finally looked at me. Her eyes were getting red. "So you don't feel... uncomfortable about last night?"
"Honestly? No. It was great. Maybe a bit weird, but it was fun." When she asked me why I avoided her, I told her about the client calling late and computer problems. Carrie breathed a long sigh. She apologized; I told her not to worry about it. "Now go change. We're eating out no matter what you say."
She smiled and stood up. She kissed me on the cheek. "Thanks. Be right back."
Carrie and I had a great dinner at a local Mexican restaurant I frequented. They knew me there, so I introduced my sister to them. She spent half of our meal trying to convince me that our waitress Carmen was flirting with me. I jokingly told her to shut up and eat. I was glad Carrie was feeling better. When we got home, I told her so.