The following day, Mom and Laura go to visit our grandparents, trying to sort through everything that has happened to them and to get away from me. Dad is working late as usual. I'm home alone, relaxing when you, my older sister, come home for a surprise visit from your freshman year at an all-girl Christian college.
"Hey Chris, what's going on, bro?" you smile happily.
"Jenny!" I run forward, almost tackling you, my face pressed against your breasts as I hug my big sister deep.
"Hey Chris. Nice to see you too."
"What are you doing here?" I ask curiously.
"I came home for a visit. Where is everyone?"
"Uhhh... no one's here. Just me."
"Oh... so what's going on?" you ask, confused.
"Nothing, Dad's just working late, mom and Laura went to grandma and pops.
"Oh, and you managed to get out of it?" you smile at me knowingly.
"Heh... I begged and pleaded and groveled? So, how's my sister the nun?"
"I am not a nun!" you exclaim, jabbing my ribs. "Let me go change and we can watch TV or something."
"Ok," smiling as I watch you head upstairs, gazing at your hot ass as you leave. I sneak upstairs, watching from the hallway, making sure you don't see me.
You head into your old room, throwing your bag on the bed as you take off your shirt. You lean down over the bed looking for a fresh change of clothes from your bag.
Smiling to myself as I watch your full breasts dangling in the air, I feel my cock grow hard in my jeans.
You stand up, staring at your slender body in the mirror, brushing back your long brown hair.
"Mmmmm..." I moan softly, rubbing my crotch as I watch you, knowing that tonight I will fuck my big sister... one way or another.
You grab a t-shirt as you slide your jeans off, exposing your lace panties as you bend over, looking into your bag once again.
My cock strains against my jeans seeing your hot ass and long smooth legs as you slide on a pair of shorts. You turn and head towards the door as I hurry back downstairs to avoid being seen.
You come back downstairs, dropping on to the couch next to me, slapping my leg. "So... what you been up to?"
"Not much," I smile, leaning against you. "I missed you... been boring around here without you. I even had to hang out with Laura and mom last night." I smile, remembering our erotic little encounter.
"Sounds exciting," you roll your eyes. "So how's school going? Any girls I should know about?"
"Eh... a few... one or two that I like," I shrug, turning on some show, not really caring what it is. My head rests on your shoulders, my eyes staring down at your breasts.
"Oh yeah? Tell me details."
"No way... too embarrassing," I answer. "You'll say it sounds like mom or something."
You laugh, poking my sides. "No I won't, tell me."
"Nooo..." I laugh jokingly. Shaking my head in mock embarrassment, then sliding down lower, burying my face into your chest to hide.
"Ok bro," you laugh. "I'll let you off the hook this time."
I slide down on the couch, resting my head in your lap as I pretend to watch TV, my hand resting on your soft smooth thigh.
You rub my head, caressing my hair as I lay down on you.
"Mmm..." pressing against your shorts, I snuggle and get comfortable, my hand feeling your soft skin as I close my eyes, pretending to fall asleep.
You reach over for the remote and start flipping through the channels, finally stopping on some stupid religious history documentary.
I turn over in your lap, my head pressing up against your shorts. I can smell your sweet pussy as I press against your clothes, my hand moving up along your inner thigh.
You glance down nervously, "Chris? What are you doing?"
"Hmmm?" I slowly open my eyes half-groggily, looking up at you as if I was sleeping. "Huh?"
"Oh ok... shhh. Go back to sleep." You smile at me, brushing my hair back.
I smile, resting my head back against your shorts, my face practically buried in your pussy. My hand slides up to the edge of your shorts as I feel along the inside of your thigh, feeling your tender skin.
You sigh softly, your hand rubbing over my back as you relax, enjoying being at home.
I smile to myself, caressing your smooth thigh in motion to your hand on my back. It seems as if I am doing it in my sleep as my fingers trace along the edge of your shorts.
You lay back, closing your eyes blissfully, still rubbing my back slowly.
I continue smelling your pussy as my face is pressed up against it. Your show ends, followed by some steamy romance drama as you drift off to sleep, the sounds of moaning coming from the TV. My hand slides higher along your thigh, caressing your soft smooth skin.