Enamored with Effervescent Emily

Hello, this is my entry in the Love The One(s) You're With contest. All votes and comments are greatly appreciated.

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When the self-quarantines from the coronavirus started, my little sister face time called me in a panic around mid-morning. I was just waking up, but she already looked wide awake. Her long brown hair was straightened, and she was already wearing a light amount of makeup for the day. I knew that things were serious with the coronavirus, but I didn't think that it was going to be this bad. I did my best to calm my sister down.

"All of my classes are canceled or moved online. I don't want to still be on campus," Emily said. She didn't come right out and ask, but I could tell where the conversation was going. I wasn't entirely sure if I wanted to offer to let her stay with me. My apartment was a small one-bedroom, and as much as I loved my sister, I also loved having a place to call my own.

When I looked into her brown eyes and saw how worried she looked, I scolded myself for being so selfish when she wanted my help but was too nervous to ask about it.

"If you want, you could come and stay with me until this all blows over."

"Are you sure? I don't want to impose. I could go stay with mom." she said.

She could have maybe gone to live with our mom, but she had moved to one of the small towns north of us, and I knew Emily hated it there. "Yeah, I am sure. "You can even come by tonight if you want."

"Ok, I will pack up my stuff. I will send you a text when I'm heading over. Thanks Owen, you're the best big brother." I felt good about helping her out and was glad that I had made the right decision.

I went to the store to stock up on some necessities and then straightened up my apartment. Right when I was finishing up my cleaning and starting dinner, Emily texted me, saying she was on her way.

I helped Emily bring in her suitcases and a couple of storage bins that she brought of her stuff.

When Emily walked into my apartment, she asked what smelled so good. I told her how I was making us dinner. I had helped mom cook for a long time growing up, so I had learned a lot about cooking. Emily, on the other hand, was a horrible cook. She liked to joke that I had gotten all my parents cooking genes. Dad had been a professional chef when he was alive. Emily was often a dinner guest since she couldn't cook. It wasn't odd for her to be over for dinner multiple nights a week.

Emily went back to the car and came back with a bottle of wine. We drank that as we ate dinner. Afterward, we decided to watch a movie like we usually did. She asked if she could take a shower. I browsed Netflix while I waited for her.

When Emily came back out, she was wearing a cute nightie that clung to her curvy body. While I took after our dad and was near six feet tall, Emily took after our mom and was barely 5'3". She lived an active lifestyle, and her body was well toned. I tried not to notice it, but with how fit she was, her cute face, and her nice ass, and around c-cup breasts, she was a knockout beauty. I couldn't help myself from staring at her as she walked back into the kitchen and refilled our wine glasses, finishing off the bottle.

She flipped through the movies and found something for us to watch. It looked like a dumb rom-com, but it was her turn to choose the movie so I couldn't complain.

She laid on the other end of the couch that had very padded armrests and sat with her legs across my lap. She coyly mentioned how sore her feet were. I sighed as if I was resigned to what I had to do and grabbed the bottle of lotion that I kept on the table beside the couch. Growing up, we were always close to each other, even with a three-year difference between us. Emily loved to tease me about how I was twenty-four, and my best friend was my little sister.

The movie ended up being incredibly cheesy, so I focused on the massage that I was giving Emily. I worked on her feet for a bit. Emily moved lower on the couch, giving me better access to her toned legs. As she moved, the hem of her nightie rose so that it was barely even covering up her thighs. If she didn't have her thighs pressed together, then I would have been able to see her panties. I tried not to look, but I couldn't help but wonder what her panties would look like and peeked now and then. I did my best to bury the forbidden thoughts I had of her and continue massaging her as usual.

I started to get hard and was terrified of the thought of Emily discovering that I was getting turned on by her. I could see her nipples poking out through the light fabric of her nightie. I became hyper-focused on the movie for a moment as I moved my hands lower onto her thighs, massaging her until my hands reached the hem of her nightie. I heard her sigh, and she spread her legs to give me more access to them. When I looked back, I tried not to look down between her legs, and I noticed that her nipples were more prominently sticking out.

I slowly worked my way down her thighs. She parted her legs even further. When I went to apply more lotion, I finally had a flash of her panties; they were light blue and lacy with some near see-through spots so that I got a flash of her pussy through them. I could see her pubic hair through her panties at the top where it was most shear. There was a hint of wetness at the bottom of her panties. She shifted again, and my erection pressed up against her legs. I tried my best to try and hide it, but I didn't want to be obvious about what I was doing and draw her attention to it.

I worked my hands up her thighs higher then I had ever done before until I was just inches away from her panty line. I advanced slowly, waiting for her to stop me. I told myself that this was wrong again and focused on the movie. After a minute, Emily shook her leg; this was the sign when one of us lost focus on the massage. I looked back down at what I was doing. I couldn't take my eyes off her panties now as I massaged her for the last of the movie.

The movie ended, and the credits started to roll. I looked over and saw that Emily had passed out on the couch. She looked so cute and relaxed when she was asleep. I had a moment to feel ashamed at myself for thinking of her sexually. We were only a couple of years apart and had always been close. It wasn't until after her senior year of high school that I had noticed how beautiful she was. I found myself checking her out and sometimes fantasizing about what it would be like for something to happen between us. I told myself that I would never try and do anything, life wasn't a porno, and I wasn't about to do something that would hurt my relationship with my little sister.

Even though she had said that she wanted to sleep on the couch, I gently picked her up and carried her to my bed. I didn't have to be that careful; Emily was a notoriously deep sleeper while I was the opposite. I tucked her in and then grabbed a pillow and a small blanket from off the bed and went to sleep on the couch.

As I lay there, I started thinking about Emily and all that I had seen. Thinking about touching her, seeing her panties, the way her nipples pushed through the fabric of her nightie, and the near erotic sounds of her sighs as I massaged her got me hard. I wanted to jerk off but held back since Emily was in the next room over. I toss and turned, thinking about Emily the whole time. As my thoughts of that night started to become fantasies, I started to rub my erection through my boxers. After a couple of minutes of this, I slipped my erection out and started to masturbate. I tried to tell myself that I shouldn't be doing this with my sister in the next room from me, and I certainly shouldn't be doing it to thoughts of her, but with each stroke, my will broke down further.

I thought about what it would be like if I could have continued my touch up her thighs and to those sexy panties. What it would be like to slip a finger inside of her. What it would be like to have pulled that nightie off of her and sucked on her perky tits. All of these thoughts and more ran through my head as I started to jerk off harder. As I neared my orgasm, I realized too late that I hadn't thought about how I was going to clean up. I quickly cupped my hand over my cock and started to cum into it. I filled my hand; it seemed like thinking about Emily made me cum way more than usual. I walked into the kitchen and used paper towels to clean up. Sleep came shortly after I did.

End part one

Part 2 a new routine

For the first couple of days that Emily was living with me, I was still going in to work at my job, but they decided that it would be best for everyone to do their work from home. With the stay at home order issued and me working from home, we spent a lot of time together.

Every day Emily would do her work out routine and yoga in a corner I cleared out for her stuff. I would try to focus on my work, but I couldn't help but keep on glancing at her reflection as she did her workouts. Sometimes she would wear a crop top and short shorts. Other times she would be in tight-fitting yoga pants. No matter what she was wearing, she looked amazing.

Emily also had a habit of walking around the house in just a short T-shirt and panties or other revealing outfits so that I was constantly getting an eyeful of her perfect body.

I hadn't had any luck dating in a year, so having such a beautiful girl around started to kill me. I found myself constantly getting hard around her. I would have to close my eyes and take deep breaths when I was at my computer to steady myself. It was hard to find times to jerk off, so I often went days without release. I was too nervous about doing it in the bathroom, afraid and embarrassed that not only would Emily know what I was doing, but also somehow know that I was doing it to thoughts of her.

It was toward the end of the week, and it was Emily's turn to pick the movie, but also to give me a massage.

"You seem really tensed up and have a lot of knots in your back," Emily said as she massaged me.

"Yeah, I know, its the couch," I said. Emily playfully hit me on the back, and I asked her why she did that.

"I told you that I didn't want to kick you out of your bed."

"It's ok. If you went back to giving me a massage and didn't abuse me, then I should start to feel better." Emily finished massaging me and then picked out a movie.

All Emily was wearing one of my T-shirts and a pair of panties. I had stopped protesting her stealing my clothes days ago. I had done my best to look annoyed when I first caught her, but in reality, I thought she looked cute wearing my shirts, and it gave me a secret thrill to see her in them.

We started watching the movie, and she laid her legs across my lap like she always did. The movie that she picked out ended up being full of sex scenes, so I got turned on by those and also the fact that I had another night to touch my sister's beautiful legs. During the movie, she kept on shifting her legs and kept moving to get comfortable. I kept on glancing over when she would move, hoping for another glance of her panties even though by this point I had gotten constant peeks at her running around in just a bra and panties.

Finally, after numerous times of her shifting her legs and nearly revealing to me her panties, the shirt rode up enough to show off her panties to me. Tonight they were blue and white striped cotton panties. I was a little sad that they were not as revealing this time, but I had a little longer to look, and what I saw made my erection strain against my shorts; the bottom of her panties were soaking wet.

I massaged down her thighs, working from the outside of her thighs to the inside. As I worked my hands higher, Emily kept on parting her legs for me, giving me better access. My fingers would get closer to her womanhood, but then I would work my way back down her thighs before advancing again. At first, when a sex scene would come on, I would pull my hands away from her inner thighs and avoid them until it was over. I started to let my hands linger longer before pulling them away from near her panty line until I stopped pulling them away since she wasn't saying anything. She had her finger pressed at the side of her slightly parted mouth as I started to slide my hand up to the last inch till I reached her panties. There was a glimmer in her eye, and she let out a slight moan as I cut the distance in half. She parted her legs more for me.

I looked at the movie and watched as the female romantic lead started to go down on the male lead. I pulled my hand back a little, and then as I imagined what it would be like for Emily to give me head, I wasn't paying attention, and my hand connected with the bottom of her panties. She let out a sound of shock that also sounded like a moan of pleasure. The contact only lasted for one glorious second before I pulled my hand back. Her pussy had felt so warm and wet, and I couldn't believe that I touched it. I had a moment of intense sexual thrill, but then the reality of what I had just done sunk in.

"Shit, I didn't mean to touch you there," I said.

"It's ok, it was an accident," Emily said. I started to pull my hands away when she said, "Don't stop massaging me." Her voice seemed to take on a huskier tone as she said it.

"Ok." I went back to massaging her legs and thighs as we watched the rest of the movie. I worked my way back to her panty line. Now I rubbed right up to it and touched them, but I didn't touch her any further than that.

When the movie ended, Emily didn't reach for the controller to stop the movie, so I continued to massage her. The credits ended, and the screen went back to the home menu.

"I guess it's time for us to go to sleep now," Emily said.

"Yeah." Emily got up off the couch first. Her shirt had ridden up at her back, so when she stood up I got a view of her panty clad ass. I waited a couple of seconds and then adjusted my erection before standing up to follow her to the bedroom. I grabbed my pillow and blanket from off of the bed and started to walk to the living room.

"Where are you going?"

"I was going to go sleep on the couch," I said.

"We already went over this. I can't keep on massaging the knots out of your back. You are sleeping on the bed tonight."

I had been planning on masturbating after she went into my room, but the thought of sleeping in my bed again, especially with my sexy sister, did sound nice. "Ok," I said.

We took turns using the restroom and brushing our teeth, and then we were in bed together. There was just enough room about a gap of a foot between us if we were lying on our backs. I lay in the dark, waiting for the sound of Emily snoring. Once she was asleep, I planned on going into the bathroom and jerking off. My erection was throbbing, and after about ten minutes, I started to gently touch myself in a loose grip so that I could maintain my erection and gain a little pleasure.

After about twenty minutes of waiting, I started to slowly jerk myself off as I waited. I was expecting a loud snore from Emily, but instead, I heard a muffled moan. I Looked over and saw movement under the blanket above her where her pussy was. As I realized that she was masturbating next to me in bed, she let out another small moan. I froze up for a moment, not wanting her to discover that I was in the middle of doing the same thing that she was. I shifted in the bed, and she froze up, but quickly went right back to what she was doing.

I started to jerk off again, only this time I wasn't hiding it as much. I saw Emily turn her head and look at what I was doing. Time stood still for a moment. I knew that she was about to freak out and yell at me for what I was doing even though she was doing the same thing; I just knew that she was going to stop touching herself. She kept on going, touching herself even more now. The blanket fell, and I saw that she had her other hand under her shirt and was playing with her tits. She still stifled her moans, but the longer we played with ourselves, she either wasn't trying to be quiet anymore and or she was experiencing so much pleasure that she just couldn't keep quiet.

I couldn't believe that this was happening. I turned my head slightly so that I could watch her without looking directly at her. I heard the wet sound of her fingers sliding in and out of her pussy. Her intoxicating scent filled the room, acting as an aphrodisiac. I heard and felt as she started to rock her hips into her touch. I began to jerk off harder but then slowed down as I approached my climax; I didn't want to ruin the show I was getting by cumming before her.

The sound of her fingering herself got louder, and she started to rock on the bed as she fucked her hand. Her moans began to get louder and louder when suddenly she arched her head back and let out one last loud cry as her body shook hard on the bed.

I stopped holding back, and with a few strokes, I started to cum. I usually was quiet when I jerked off, but when I came, it happened with such force and pleasure that I let out a moan of pleasure. We lay there, breathing heavily as we recovered from our orgasms. Neither one of us said a word as we looked up at the ceiling. Five minutes later, I heard Emily snoring. I needed to clean up. I had managed to tuck my cock into my shorts as I started to cum, and now they were coated in it. I was comfortable in bed and could feel that sleep was close. Instead of getting up, I just used my shorts to clean up the mess and then dropped them to the side of the bed.

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The next day I woke up to the smell of bacon cooking. The smell of it and the sound of it sizzling pulled me out of my dreams. When I fully woke up, I realized that I was starving. As I woke up more, I remembered what had happened last night and still couldn't believe that it had happened. As I thought about Emily, I realized that Emily was cooking. I climbed out of the comfortable embrace of my bed and blankets to check on the food. As much as I loved Emily, the last thing I needed was to have to put out a fire. I got out of bed and realized that I had gone to sleep naked last night after cumming. I couldn't believe I had done that. I wondered if Emily had seen me naked.

I threw on a pair of shorts and walked out of my bedroom. The smell of cooking food got even more robust. I sighed in relief as it didn't smell like anything was burning. Emily was wearing one of my shirts and a pair of cotton shorts that clung to her ass. I stood back in the doorway for a moment, taking in my sister's beauty. I had been nervous about how things would be between us after what we did last night, but I could see from how she was humming and bouncing with energy that things were going to be ok between us.

As I started to walk forward, Emily heard me and turned around. She looked wide awake and smiled at me as she said good morning. I didn't know how Emily could be such a morning person as I grumbled good morning back at her. My theory was that since she slept like the dead, she probably hit R.E.M. sleep the moment she closed her eyes.

I walked up to look over the food she was cooking, and it all looked great. Emily noticed me looking over the food. "Yes, I am cooking breakfast and don't worry, I am not going to burn the kitchen down."

"I wasn't thinking that at all," I said unconvincingly.

Emily bumped her hip into me, "Uh-huh, sure. What did you think I ate when I didn't come over for dinner?"

"Undercooked ramen."

She nudged me again, harder this time. I grabbed a cup of coffee and sat at my small table, and started to check my emails. A few minutes later, Emily put a plate down in front of me. It looked perfect. I waited for her to sit down with her plate, and then I took my first bite. I was prepared for, while anything.

"So?" She asked as she watched me eat.