A lot of people tell me that I have the perfect life. I have a good office job, more women than I know what to do with, a nice car, a small but well appointed apartment, you know the drill. But, like everyone else, I do have my dark side. I do have my secrets. But there's one secret that, if it were to get out, could easily ruin my life. So why am I writing this? Well, for one, the written word has a great power of anonymity. You who are reading this little story have no idea who the writer is. But the main reason is, because it might be the most intensely passionate and sexual experience I have ever experienced, and I cannot keep it bottled inside me any longer. So this is my story, my dark secret.
It started innocently enough. I was coming home from work one night; late, as usual. I live in a nice one-bedroom apartment, and I don't have many visitors other than the occasional nightcap from one of my many female friends. Except for my sister. My sister would come to visit and spend the night on occasion since she lived a good hour from her job, which was in the office across the street from mine. So once in a while, when she had to work late, she would stay with me and sleep on the sleeper sofa. We were always close. My sister and I were in school together until college when we chose to go to two different schools. So we grew up close, we were into the same music, the same foods, etc. Oh, I almost forgot to mention that my sister is my twin.
It was one such night that my dark secret was brought into existence. As I got home, I unlocked the door and grabbed my mail from the mailbox, like I do every night. I went inside and tossed my things on the floor by the couch and sat in my favorite chair. I have two of them, but I always sat in the one on the right side of the living room. I guess it's something to do with being right handed or something. Anyway, I sat down in my chair, which is a leather recliner that also rotates like a barstool. But being on the right side of the living room, I couldn't see the bathroom door slightly ajar and the bathroom light on.
After I read my mail and went to the kitchen for a can of Mountain Dew (I don't drink on the weekdays, I work too long a day to be hung over), I went to the bathroom. Now noticing the light, I muttered a curse about leaving the light on again and opened the door. To my surprise, my sister was in the bathtub, completely naked, no curtain to hide behind. Even more surprising were the facts that she made no effort whatsoever to cover herself and the instant erection I had from the scene. I was too shocked to speak for a moment, so my sister started the conversation for me.
"Oh, I wasn't expecting you to be in yet. I thought you had a major project to work on tonight."
"Umm… yeah… I… finished up early. I thought I could make more progress on more sleep and less caffeine."
She laughed and started to get out of the tub. Now I knew my sister was a very pretty young lady, but I never knew she was one of the hottest females to grace the face of Earth. I am 24 years old, 5'11, 150 pounds, blonde hair and green eyes, and I get more than my share of women. My sister is also 5'11", but at a much lighter 115 pounds, with much longer and fuller blonde hair (thankfully, the long hair is on HER head, not mine) and light blue eyes that make the bluest ocean waters look like a muddy ravine in comparison. Not to mention being a Barbie-ish 36C/24/36.I thought to myself, "I REALLY need to pay more attention to the world around me instead of work…" Then I was jolted back to reality as my sister got out of the tub and subsequently slipped and fell into me. Here I am, standing in my bathroom, with an amazingly beautiful woman falling towards me. I stop her fall. She looks up at me and smiles. Something clicked in my head at that moment and before I could stop myself I kissed her softly and passionately. Apparently she was thinking the same thing because she pulled away long enough to regain her balance and then she pressed herself against me and kissed me with just as much passion as I had kissed her. I don't remember how but somehow we made it to the bedroom, where my sister closed the door and slowly started to undress me. First she unbuttoned the sleeves of my dark blue Oxford shirt, which was now thoroughly soaked and needed to be taken off anyway. Then one by one she unbuttoned the front buttons, kissing my neck until she exposed enough of my chest to work her way down to my stomach, at which point she pushed the shirt over my shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Then she knelt down in front of me and did something I had never imagined possible: She undid the clasp to my slacks with her teeth. After some thought I decided not to make any jokes about her dental work. Then the zipper received the same treatment, the sound of which made my already erect member twitch with anticipation. My slacks and underwear now were free to slide to the floor as well, and as soon as I had stepped out of them my sister pushed me onto the bed.
