Looking back, it was probably the craziest thing I've ever done. But at the time it didn't seem crazy at all. At the time it was like I just couldn't help myself. I'm talking about the incredible week I spent with my little sister, Stacy.
I had never been attracted to her when I was a kid; I mean she was my sister for God's sake. Growing up, we had a very typical relationship. We fought all the time, annoyed each other, and most of the time I thought she was a snot-nosed little twerp. But that was before the summer when she came back from her first year away at college. After that, a lot of things changed.
I remember that she had really started to come into her own during her senior year in high school. She started to dress like a woman instead of a tomboy, and she was wearing makeup, too. Not to mention that she had really grown into her body. I remember noticing how she looked at her graduation party in the bathing suit she was wearing. She had become a very shapely young woman. She had long, tanned legs, a tiny waist, and a tight behind. I have to admit that I caught myself staring at her more than once that day. I even had a few of my friends mention how large her tits had gotten. They were quite large, and she apparently didn't mind showing them off, either. Her bikini wasn't exactly something I'd call conservative. I just told my friends they'd better leave her alone. They chided me, saying, "looks like he's saving her all for himself, boys! It's okay, he's just trying to keep it in the family!"
They were just kidding, but if they only knew....
It was a year later that she was returning from her freshman year at the University of Miami. It was my job to pick her up from the airport, since our parents were out of town for a week. I waited impatiently at the coffee shop right outside the terminal gate until I heard a voice over the intercom say her flight was deboarding. When I saw her coming down the terminal I couldn't believe my eyes. I guess my surprise was obvious, because she gave me a sly smile in return. It's amazing what a year in Miami can do to a girl. She looked taller, leaner, and, well...sexier.
She had blossomed even from the girl I remembered at the graduation party. Her legs were still long and tan, but they were toned now, too. They looked great in the Daisy Dukes she was wearing. Her sandy hair was lighter from the sun and her face was beautiful. She had bright sky blue eyes, thick, pouty lips, and a gorgeous smile. Her little waist was hugged tightly by the pink tank top she was wearing, which was very low-cut, accenting her large, braless breasts. She apparently still had no problem showing them off. They must've been double-D's.
She walked straight up to me, threw her arms around me, and kissed my cheek hard. I could feel her tits pushing against my chest as she did, and it caused my dick to stir a little in my shorts. She slid a leg in between mine, and it pressed into my crotch. I hoped she hadn't felt anything.
"Hey big brother! How the hell are ya?" She smiled a big goofy smile at me and kissed my cheek again.
"I'm great, kiddo, how are you doing?"
"Oh my God, I'm just glad to be home," she sighed.
I smiled at her. "Good. Let's go get your bags and get out of here."
"Lead the way, sir." She hooked her arm in mine. "I'm all yours."
I was caught between happiness and discomfort. I was happy to see her, but I couldn't believe I was looking at my own baby sister the way I was. It was sick, right? But like I said, it was like I couldn't help myself.
We grabbed her luggage at the baggage claim and walked it out to the car. Her pert ass was teasing me as she walked in front of me, but I did my best to hide it. Her shorts were cut so high that the bottoms of her ass cheeks were peeking a little. I guess that's probably an everyday thing in Miami. When she got to the car she dropped her suitcase and knelt down to dig through it. I stood over her opening the trunk and I couldn't help but look down at her large breasts, which were barely contained by her tank top. My dick stirred again. I was disgusted with myself.
"Jesus, Stacy, don't you think you ought to have some...support?"
She gave me a confused smile, still rooting through her bag. "What are you talking about?"
I didn't say anything; I just motioned to her chest. Her boobs were practically fully exposed, popping out in front of God and everyone. She yanked her hand out of her bag, grasping a white lace bra.
"Yes, daddy," she waved the bra in my face. "Anything else I should or shouldn't be wearing?" She grinned, giggling at my obvious embarrassment. "These things are just way too uncomfortable to fly in. Besides, don't act like you didn't like what you saw."
"What?" I said, shocked, and trying not to make it too obvious that I actually did like what I saw. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"Oh come on, Jimmy," she tossed the suitcase into the trunk and closed it. "You may be my big brother, but you're still a guy, and tits do the same thing to you as every other guy in the world." She smiled that sly smile at me again. "Especially big ol' knockers like these!" She laughed and grasped her big tits and started jiggling them at me. I did my best to try and hide my stirring cock and act disgusted. I couldn't believe she was acting like this.
"Knock it off, sis!" I stammered, my eyes locked on her luscious titties.
"Besides," she whispered, pulling me close enough to touch my ear with her sultry lips. "You don't really hide it too well, if you know what I mean." She reached down and put her hand on my cock through my shorts, lightly massaging it with her fingertips. My face must have turned bright red. She had felt my dick at the terminal gate. I didn't know what to say.
"I-I don't know what you're talking about."
"Oh, stop, Jimmy. It's nothing to be embarrassed about. I have nice tits. If I was in your shoes I'd probably get a hard-on looking at them too!" She laughed out loud.
"Fuck, Stacy, just get in the car and let's go."
