"Look at him, Felicia." Lillian was staring at her older brother through a crack in the bathroom door as he stood in the shower soaping up his 19 year old body.
"Oh my god Lil, what's wrong with you? How can you look at that? He's YOUR brother!" Lillian Kaplan's friend looked back her in utter disgust at the way Lillian was drooling over her very sexy older brother, Tyler. Lillian, 18, the same age resembled her brother slightly...slack drooling jaw and all!
"Oh, Felicia, then go home! I don't see you turning your head.." Lillian protested.
"Well, I don't have to, I can look all I want. He isn't my brother." Felicia shot back.
"Whatever, just go home."
"God damn Lillian, whatever." Felicia stood up from her spying position and gave Lillian the finger...a typical teenager reaction. She stomped off, and ran down the steps to the front door of the house. She was gone in under a minute, and Lillian could only think Good riddance!
She was crouched down, a bit more comfortably now. Her long legs were crossed, smooth up against the carpet. Lillian was truly a pretty girl, she was smaller for her age, always looking younger than she really was. With long auburn red hair, and bright brown eyes she had a stunning face. The rest of her body wasn't that bad either! She had 32b sized breasts, and was completely shaven below. Slightly muscular arms and a sexy stomach, she was every guy's wet dream. But right now, she was watching her own kind of wet dream.
Tyler was standing in the fog of the bathroom now, out of the shower. Naked. His lean, muscular body was dripping with water, and as he toweled off a sheen began to appear on his skin. Her eyes traveled from the top of his short blonde-ish hair, down further to his sculpted pecs. Then, his stomach, hard as a board, with a light blonde "happy trail" trailing along to his dick. And mmm, his dick. It was soft, limp, hanging there in between his muscular legs. A thick, coarse patch of pubic hair surrounding it. She licked her lips, then bit her bottom lip when she looked at it. Tyler was a god, she thought. She wanted to have him all to herself and make him want her back. Maybe she could pull it off...
Lillian got up from her position, and quietly ran into her bedroom. Tyler would be coming out any second and she knew that to initiate this nasty little plan of her, she'd have to act fast. She closed the bedroom door, just to leave a crack so it would look as if no one might be in her room. Lillian knew that occasionally, after a shower Tyler would walk into her bedroom to borrow some of her lotion. For what, she never knew though. Yet as long as he graced her with his presence, it was all good. Lil stood in the middle of her bedroom, and ripped off her blue sweater. She snapped off the black lacy bra that covered her small breasts. She then unbuttoned and unzipped her tight jeans and wiggled out of them. Her socks came off too, then all there was left was her black thong. Off with that too. She wiggled out of the thong, then jumped onto her bed, and turned so her bare ass, slim and taught, was facing the door where Tyler would see if he walked in. She heard his footsteps, and her heart skipped a beat. He was growing closer and closer by the moment. Then, the door swung open as Tyler called out "Lillian...?"
She turned ever so slightly so her left breast poked out into the open and her legs and ass showed nothing but curves.
"LILLIAN! OH GOD SORRY!" He was embarrassed and ran out of the room. Tyler's heart was pounding and he stepped in his room. His towel was barely hanging onto his hips and he put his hand over his face. "Shit" he mumbled. All he could he see in his head were her round little breasts, pink nipple pointing right up to the ceiling. Her ass was smooth, clean, and curved like a crescent moon. She was goregeous, he knew it. Everyone knew it. What he would do to her! He would bend her over first, slide his cock into that young little....
"Damn it Tyler, thats your sister man." He told himself, and shook the fantasy off.
A few hours later, standing in the kitchen now fully clothed, he was chompin down on a foot long sandwhich he made himself listening to the radio. Lillian came bouncing down the steps in her jeans and a half open white workshirt. It was unbuttoned so much you could see down it completely. She entered the kitchen, smiled at her brother to which he automatically blushed.
"Hey Ty..." she said sexily.
"Hey Lil..." he said nervously. He began to walk out of the kitchen and into the den to watch tv.
Lillian felt beaten, and shook her head in frustration. That's okay, den or kitchen she would get what she wanted. She walked into the den, and sat down extremely close to her brother. Putting her head on his shoulder, he looked down into her shirt. He could see clear down it. Her breasts...were not covered by anything. They were standing straight up, so young and taught. Her nipples were stiff, pointing through the thin white shirt. Tyler couldn't draw his eyes away from it. He stared steadily, and Lillian was looking up at him with a brilliant smile.
"Touch them..." she whispered.
