Long time anon reader, first time writer.
I've never written anything like this before, and honestly it felt pretty cathartic to do.
All comments and feedback is welcome. Please enjoy.
All characters are over 18+ and are purely fictional. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is completely coincidental.
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"Thanks for picking me up Bee, it's been a nightmare getting home since breaking up with Darren."
"It's fine, Vee. I figured you'd run out of people at the office to ask for rides eventually."
My sister, Victoria, was always a bit... loose when it came to dating. A lot of the time it felt like she dated guys just to get something she needed from them - lunches, dinners, trips, gifts, something to smoke. And of course not only was it easy for her given her looks, it was also something that seemed to just come naturally to her. Whether that was because of her looks or just who she was, I'll never know. If I had to guess, I'd say it was her looks and how people treated her that shaped her personality. Given that we are fraternal twins and I'm always an overthinking, over worrying, stuck-up killjoy (as Vee had so eloquently put it once), there was no way her personality was inherited.
We both had blonde hair as kids, which Vee kept all the way through school and university, whereas mine had gone a slightly darker shade, closer to a brown. Vee also had a nice figure, firm breasts that were slightly larger than average but not too large, big hazel eyes, cute nose and just generally was a picture of Eastern European beauty. Vee knew this, and she knew how to use it.
I, on the other hand, was just pretty average in the looks department, and hadn't hit the genetic lottery jackpot like Vee. Hair was a bit shaggy, not ripped but also not fat. Just... average. The only thing I really did share with Vee was our eyes.
"Wow. Rude, Bobby. What's that supposed to mean?"
Everyone in our family had always called Victoria, "Vee", and me just "Rob" or "Robby". Except for Vee. Vee used to love to call me "Bobby" because it was the one variation of 'Robert' I didn't like. Since first grade, Vee had a nickname for me, "bumble bee" because I used to be pretty clumsy and, to her, my name started with a "B". Eventually she moved on to just calling me "Bee". She thought it was cute that we were Bee and Vee (and I kinda did as well).
However, Vee knew I hated being called Bobby, and she'd always say it when she wanted to rile me up or get me pissed off.
"Nothing, nothing. Just that you need to think through what you do with people."
Vee just huffed and sank into the car seat. She was wearing a lower cut white sweater top that also showed some midriff if she wasn't staying perfectly still, along with black flared suit pants and strappy heels. All office appropriate (especially when you work in fashion), but definitely on the border, and especially given there was no bra in sight.
"People can do what they want. I just ask them, and they say 'yes'."
"Cmon Vee, you KNOW the effect you have on everyone. Even mom and dad."
"Not
everyone
, bumble bee." Vee teased as she batted her eyelashes playfully.
"I'm here driving you home aren't I?"
"Yeah, but you never come out with me. You just sit at home and be boring."
"Look, I'm just not ready to go out yet after Evelyn dumped me. I just need some time."
"Ohhhhh myyyyy goddddd. Bee that was like 3 weeks ago. Cmon, let's go to a club!"
"No, Vee, I'm taking you home. If you want to go out after that's fine, but clubs aren't for me."
"God you're so lame. You need to relax, go out, cut loose, Bobby. Get your mind off her. You need to not wallow in misery and self-pity. And you don't need to find someone else right away, just have a casual fuck or two."
"Easy for you to say", I mumbled under my breath.
"What was that, Bee?"
I knew Vee wasn't going to let this go. Once she wanted something, she was used to getting it.
"I said fine. But how about a bar? Clubs are shit, music is too loud, and I'm an old man at heart."
"I'll meet you halfway. We start at a bar, and then we go to a club."
"Yeah, fine."
I figured I could just dip after we leave the bar, and Vee probably wouldn't even notice after a few drinks and after she found some guy to hang off of.
"Yay!" Vee clapped, "Don't worry, I'll get you to loosen up."
When we arrived at Vee's place, she wanted to have a shower and change before going out.
Vee's apartment was old and a bit run down, not in the best part of town, with an odd layout from the landlord's renovations and installations throughout the years. The carpet had cigarette burns and other stains from previous tenants. Her shower was also directly connected to her bedroom by a frosted glass door that didn't match anything else in the apartment. I definitely understood why Vee preferred to stay with whichever guy she was with at the time.
As we walked into her apartment, Vee swiftly undid her strappy heels, threw them into the shoe-pile, jumped back onto her bed and wasted no time stripping in front of me to get into the shower. Although Vee was quick to take off her heels, it felt like she slowed down as she laid back on her bed to remove her top and pants.
Even though I'd sat myself on Vee's couch in the living room, I could see straight into her room and at the frosted glass door to the shower.
"God it feels so good to be on my back." Vee purred as she stretched out on her bed and unzipped her top. I was right that Vee hadn't worn a bra. Her 32D (according to my best guess) breasts fell slightly to Vee's sides, causing her perky rosebud nipples to point outwards to either end of the ceiling. Vee's skin was always a little on the pale side, but she managed to consistently maintain a slight tan without very obvious tan lines. It was also apparent that she sunbathed topless, with her gently bronzed skin which softly framed her pink nipples.
Being a lot more laid back than me, Vee was very comfortable with her body. She would regularly wear skimpy outfits and bikinis that were just half a size too small. At home, when we lived with our parents, Vee would commonly be found in very loose clothing, or forewent a top or bottoms depending on the day (though never fully nude). Although I'd seen her breasts hundreds of times, I'd be lying if I said I didn't find them one of the best sights in the world that I always looked forward to. It was kind of wrong, but I figured that a nice pair of breasts, was a nice pair of breasts. These just happened to be on my sister.
Vee then hooked her thumbs into her pants and slid them off around her curvy hips before pulling her legs through them. This gave me a direct view of her round, peachy bottom, soft mound and a look at her lacey black panties that were so thin, they verged on being a g-string.
While her legs were still up in their air, Vee also pulled off her panties in much the same fashion as her pants and held them in a scrunched ball. Her pussy was somewhat obscured by the roundness and thickness of her cheeks, but what was visible was two puffy, hairless lips that were pink like strawberry ice cream. Vee glanced over at me from behind her soft, lightly tanned legs.
"God I'm so sweaty, it gets warm in the office. Phew. I must really stink. Makes all my clothes feel so sticky." Vee threw her panties across her room onto the floor in front of her dresser before jumping up and towards the shower. "Make yourself at home. Do whatever you need to. I'll have only a quick shower." Vee chimed as she went through the frosted glass door.
Vee was never quick with her showers. I knew I'd have 30 minutes to kill, minimum. Having witnessed Vee's little striptease, I'd become in need of a bit of relief. So I figured I'd use my time waiting for Vee to beat one out and clear my head.
As soon as I heard the water turn on, I walked over to the floor where Vee had discarded her panties, grabbed them and returned to the couch before I breathed in her musky aroma. Even though Vee was my sister, seeing any girl strip in front of me like that would have gotten me worked up.
I started stroking my dick through my pants, as I drank in deep the almost floral warm, heavy female scent.
I fished my cock out of my pants and wrapped it in Vee's discarded sweaty panties. I closed my eyes while focusing on the feeling of the slightly damp material on my head and shaft, thinking of all the other hot girls I'd seen at Vee's office. Imagining the lingerie they must wear, in the same pose as Vee on her bed, legs in the air, seductively sliding their panties off. Despite trying to fantasise about Vee's co-workers, my mind's eye kept drifting back to Vee.
It was in that moment, as I kept thinking of Vee, that something felt off. Even though the shower water was running, I couldn't hear any splashes or noises of someone getting washed.
I opened my eyes and saw Vee standing on the opposite side of her bed, naked with only a hairbrush in hand. She must've turned on the water and come out of the bathroom to get it without me hearing.
Vee looked stunned, but unexpectedly, not angry.
"Oh."
My eyes widened as I felt a bowling ball hit the pit of my stomach. "Fuck, Vee, I'm sorry, this isn't what it looks like-" I started as I got up and went to walk over to her. I'd been so surprised, I'd forgotten I still had Vee's panties wrapped around my cock.
Vee stared at her panties that enveloped my length from across her bed. "Oh, ok, good. Sorry it looked like you were jerking yourself off while thinking about your sister and using my panties to do it. My bad. Mind telling me what I am looking at then?" Vee's eyes didn't leave my hip area at all while she spoke.
"No. I mean, yeah, I was. But it wasn't just about you, it-"
"Ohhh, so you were thinking of me and other girls? Or was it with other guys?"
"No, girls, like from your offi-"
I was becoming more flustered as Vee continued to quickfire her accusatory questions at me. At this point I'd let go of my semi-hard meat, still wrapped in Vee's panties.
"You're such a sick pervert, Bee. Imagining your sister making out with the other girls she works with while you fuck her."
"No, no, no, it's not like that, Vee-"
"Relax idiot, I don't care. You're so upright, you need to unwind, loosen up a bit. Also, I did tell you to make yourself at home and to do whatever. So it is a little my fault I guess. If you want to jerk off that's fine, just don't use my panties. It's always such a pain to get cum stains off them."
