My sister and I have always been close. She is only a year younger than I am, and she used to date my friends when we were in school. I always called her my little sister. To her face, I called her Sis. I remember my best friend Bill told me he lost his virginity with her, and he fell in love with her the way boys do with the first girl they lay. It was when they were both seniors in high school. It was a few months after they had both celebrated their 18th birthdays. Their birthdays were in fact the same day: December 17. I was a year older than Jane, and was already in college, but I lived at home to save money.
He told me all the details, which should have grossed me out. I should have stopped him. I should have asked him to keep that sort of stuff to himself. But no, I wallowed in it. I drank in every word.
First he described her naked body. The curves and swells of her breasts, how smooth and soft her skin felt, her wetness when his fingers went to her snatch. He described how she smiled as she stood up and removed her clothes, piece by piece, slowly, no hurry at all.
First she unbuttoned her blouse, one tantalizing button at a time. Some buttons she pretended to struggle with, as if a caught thread were keeping her from unbuttoning them. She would form a little look of concentration on her face while she struggled with the button. Bill found her look of concentration fetching. I knew that look well.
She conquered the reluctant button and took off her blouse, carefully, too carefully it seemed, folding it up and putting it on a chair in his parents' basement room.
Next she walked over to him and she asked him to unzip her skirt. She turned around presenting her skirt-covered perfect ass to him. Her skirt clung to her ass to the point where it indented a little at her crack. The way it hugged her ass emphasized her womanly figure.
Her skirt made her bottom look sexy. She could easily have unzipped it herself -- that wasn't the point. As he unzipped it, he gave it a small tug and let it drop to the floor. He discovered her bottom did not only look sexy through her skirt, it was in fact sexy. Her bottom was smooth, unblemished, as pure as snow. Her bottom had slight tan lines, so he knew she wore bikinis when she tanned.
Now she was in bra and panties, and again she moved to him. He stood up upon her command. She undressed him too, down to his briefs. Not surprisingly, he had an erection. She turned around again, asking him to unhook her bra. He did so. She left it on, it clinging precariously to her large, even slightly too large, boobs.
With him still standing, she moved to him again and gently pulled down his briefs. She did it slowly, so they pulled at his erection, tugging at it, as they moved south. It was erotic as his briefs finally cleared his cock and it sprang back up after having been gently pulled downward together with his shorts.
She took his cock into her mouth and sucked it gently. He pulled off her bra at that point as she sucked away. Her bra had been only half on, anyway. All that was left on her voluptuous body were her panties. Once they were gone, they would both be nude.
But he did not want to stop the blowjob just in order to take down her panties. It was his first blowjob, and he was enjoying getting a blowjob more than he could ever have imagined. He was embarrassed at how quickly he came. She swallowed, smiled, and licked her lips.
That was when Bill and my little sister Jane noticed Bill's older brother Mitch standing halfway down the stairs to the basement, watching while he was frozen in place with surprise and amazement.
My sister went to him with Bill's cum dripping slightly from her chin and said, "Hi Mitch. Could you help me with my panties, please? I'm having a little trouble getting them off."
Mitch being older was experienced with women, and he slipped off her panties. He inserted a finger and said, "Oh my, Jane. You're ready. May I have the pleasure?"
Jane did not answer, she just kissed him, pressing her naked body against him. She put her arms around his neck and crushed her boobs against his chest.
He quickly undressed, led her to the couch their family keeps in the basement, spread her legs, climbed on top, and slipped right in. Bill watched as they made love. Jane moaned, and as Mitch increased the tempo Jane moaned louder.
He saw Jane arch her back at one point, gasp, and then give out a little cry. Mitch smiled broadly. The sight of Jane's large, heaving breasts underneath Mitch fascinated Bill. He could not tear his eyes away, but then, he did not want to. In the end, Mitch pulled out and squirted on her stomach.
When Mitch climbed off of Jane, she kissed his chest. She turned to look at Bill, still lying there with Mitch's cum on her tummy, and she said to Bill, "That's how it's done, Bill. Want to give it a go?"
That was how Bill lost his virginity with my slut sister. By the time he finished his story, I had a raging hard on I was trying to hide. I was failing to hide it but Bill did not notice.
I had a clear mental picture of the events. Not so much of Bill and Mitch, but of my naked sister. I had been spying on her for several months, and knew every detail of her naked body. She did not know about my spying, of course, or so I thought.
Sometimes at night I would sneak out of the house and watch my sister undress for bed. She always slept in the nude. Our backyard had a privacy fence, so I guess Jane did not take any modesty precautions when undressing. She left her drapes open and had the lights on in her bedroom.
The difference in light made me invisible to her, but for me she was lit up like a movie screen. I would bring my camera, turn off the flash, and take dozens of pictures of her beautiful, naked body. How I longed to hold it, to caress it, to enjoy it. I tortured myself.
Occasionally I wondered if she knew I was there. She would sit on the bed and face the window. She would run her hands over her body. She would tease herself, running her hands over the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. She spread her legs farther apart as she got more aroused.
She would look at her reflection in the window, using it as a mirror. That way she watched herself pleasure herself. She would smile at the window at times. I used to wonder if she knew? Was she smiling at me?
Eventually Jane's hands would go to her pussy. She would stroke the sides with her fingers for a good long while, before slipping one finger in and pumping away. When she came she would cover her mouth, but I could still her little cry of "Oh!" even through the window.
After she came, Jane would get under the covers and close her eyes, going to sleep. She looked so peaceful, like an angel. I would go back to my room and jack off.
One time when I was outdoors watching her nightly show, I beat off while she fingered herself. We came at the same time.
A strange thing happened. Jane smiled at the window, and this time she blew a kiss to it. She knew I was there. I guess I was not as hidden by the darkness as I thought.
