Yesterday I completed my first year of community college. A friend and I over celebrated last night. My head is throbbing as I drive along US1 through the Florida Keys. I'm on the way to pick up my sister, she just completed her junior year at a college on the mainland and I'm to bring her and her stuff home for the summer. I tried to beg off my errand because I wasn't feeling well.
My dad told me, "Just suck it up and go get your sister."
Laura, my sister and I are not particularly close. She has an overactive social life, I'm kind of a recluse. I'm more comfortable one on one, or in small groups.
Arriving at her dorm, I finally squeeze into a parking spot. This is move out day, so the curb is packed bumper to bumper. As I open the rear hatch, Laura appears with arms full of boxes.
She drops them on the curb strip, gives me a quick hug and says, "Hey, dweeb."
She never addresses me by name.
"Hey, sis."
"I'll keep bringing my stuff out, you pack it in the car, OK?"
She scurries off and soon returns with more boxes.
I'm in the back stowing the boxes when I hear her say, "Screw off."
There are two dudes on the sidewalk, watching her walk away with her middle finger in the air.
One of the guys says, "Man she's hot. Great legs, what's her name?"
"Laura, yeah, she's hot but she won't give me the time of day."
"How do you know her?"
"She sat next to me in one of my classes, and she doesn't wear underwear."
"How do you know she doesn't wear underwear?"
"I'm not blind, and she's not that careful. Nice pussy."
They turned and walked away as Laura started towards the car with arms full of clothes.
My first thought was, I need to jump out of the car and bust that guy in the mouth. Talking that way about my sister. Then I thought, there's two of them and I'm not much of a fighter. I'll let him go this time.
My second thought was how come I didn't know she doesn't wear underwear? I've known her, well, my whole life.
I'm on my knees in back of the SUV, Laura's handing me hangers as I carefully lay them on top of a row of boxes. My gosh maybe he's right. I can see her nipples.
Finished with that load she runs back into the building. I focus on her legs and cute butt wigging inside her gym shorts. I think, that's my sister, how come I never noticed she's hot?
She brings out the last load, I stow it and close the hatch. She walks up and down the sidewalk saying goodbye to her friends then joins me in the car.
"Hey thanks for picking me up."
"Sure, no problem."
"I need something to drink, let's hit Micky Ds."
Back on the road we chat while sipping our drinks. She scoots her seat back and puts her feet on the dash.
"I'm beat."
Now, I've seen her legs thousands of times. I've seen them in swimsuits, shorts, and even pajamas. But elevated on the dash inches from me I really get a good look. They are nice, very nice. As are her cute bare feet with pink nails. I am hard as a rock. My god, that's my sister, what am I doing?
I try to think of other things, but my mind keeps coming back to her bare legs, those gorgeous legs and what lies at the top of them. I'm totally fixated on those legs and picturing what's under her shorts.
As we enter Key Largo she's snoring, not loud but a soft wheeze. Man, I so want to look under those shorts. That's all I can think of.
I must be a sicko, thinking of my own sister's pussy.
I pull into McDonalds, use the restroom. When I come out, she's still dozing. I walk to the passenger side and try to get a look into her shorts. The angle is wrong. As quietly as I can, I lie down on the hood and scoot up to the windshield. I can see the insides of her thighs but nothing else. What's got into me? I slide off and resume the drive.
As we pulled into our driveway she wakes up.
I don't want her to see the bulge in my pants, so I say, "Go lie down, I'll unload."
"Gee thanks, I think I will."
Most of the stuff goes into the garage but I bring her clothes to her room. Inside I find her asleep, lying on her side on top of the covers. I quietly hang her stuff in the closet then tip toe next to her, bending down I try to look up her shorts, I see the edge of a butt cheek. carefully I move the edge of the shorts and glimpse a part of her crack, no panties in view.
She begins to stir, so I go for another load. Hanging the final load in the closet, I again return to her bed. Now on her back, legs slightly spread, I try to move her shorts a little, her eyes pop open.
"What are you doing?"
"Uh, just wanted to tell you all your clothes are in the closet."
With a puzzled look she says, "Ok, Thanks."
In my room, I ask what is wrong with me? I should be ashamed, and I am a little.
I don't see her much the next few days as she's always out, catching up with her friends.
I was fixing some lunch when she hollered from upstairs, "Hey wonk, can I borrow Tifa?"
"Sure, it's on my nightstand."
Tifa Lockhart is my favorite video game character. I was surprised Laura was also into her. One of our few common interests.
After lunch I headed upstairs. Her door was open. I stepped in, she was lying on her stomach facing the foot of the bed, watching the screen, rapidly working the controller.
Sitting on the side of the bed, I asked. "How's she doing?"
"Kicking butt."
My eyes roamed over her legs and her tight shorts. No way I could see anything inside those. I placed my hand on her thigh. God, she felt great, so soft, my hand started to sweat.
She said, "Dweeb, if you don't want to pull back a stub, get your hand off my leg."
With a meek, "Sorry," I left.
Mom insists that the whole family eat dinner together. She doesn't have many rules but that's one of them. Mom, Dad and I were at the table when Laura, sat down.
"Sorry I'm late, I'm going to the movies after dinner, I was getting ready."
Wearing a silk blouse and short skirt. She sat opposite me.
Thinking this was my big chance, I dropped my fork, quickly slid out of the chair onto my knees, hoping for a bare pussy shot. Not to be. Her hand was holding the skirt closed.
Mom asked, "Gene, what are you doing?"
"I dropped my fork."
"Well, get a clean one and sit down."
Back in my chair, Laura rolled her eyes at me.
Later that night, I was in bed reading when Laura came into my room, shut the door.
She started. "OK nerd, we need to talk. What has got into you? First, you're messing with my shorts while I'm sleeping, then you're rubbing all over my leg, oh and then your little act at supper. You're trying to look at my pussy, aren't you?"
I just stared at the ceiling.
"Well, I think that's what you're doing, now admit it."
I looked at her and sheepishly nodded, "I'm, I'm sorry."
She just stood and stared at me for a bit, turned and started to leave, then turned back.
"Ah, don't be sorry, at least you're starting to act alive. If you want to see it that bad, here you go."
With that she lifted her skirt and smiled.
My heart stopped. I couldn't breathe.
"So, don't be sneaking around, if you want to see it, just ask."
She opened the door and walked out.
I laid for a while then got up, closed the door, turned off the lights and jacked off with a picture of her wonderful pussy fresh in my mind.
Neither of us said anything about what had occurred for several days. One afternoon she was headed for the beach and asked if I'd like to go with her. That may have been the first time she'd ever invited me anywhere.
I readily accepted. We swam and snorkeled in the clear blue water until almost dinner time.
Walking back to the house, I said, "Thanks for taking me with you, I had fun."
"You're welcome, maybe we'll do it again sometime."
We were almost home when I asked, "Did you really mean it? About looking at your pussy?'
"I guess, sure, it's really not that big a deal. Wanting to see it again, are you?"
"Yeah. I'd like to. If it's all right."
"OK, after Mom and Dad are in bed, come into my room, but be quiet."
Dinner took forever, Mom went to bed early, Dad watched TV for an eternity. Finally, he said good night.
I waited a while, then tip toed in the dark to Laura's room.
I turned the knob quietly and walked in. She was on the bed reading. Her knees were raised, her thighs creating a stand for her book.
She smiled, pointed to the foot of the bed, "Sit down there, facing me."
I quickly sat down.
She laid her book on the nightstand then slowly pushed the sheet away. She was wearing a light blue nighty. The nighty resting on top of her knees. I stared at her bare feet and shins. Slowly she pulled the nighty back, exposing her entire legs and taunt abs.
Placing her hands on her knees she slowly spread them. My second glimpse of her pussy. There was a wisp of light hair on her pubes and beautiful smooth pinkish lips. With her fingers she spread them, exposing the moist pink inside.
"So, you like it?"
I nodded.
"You can get closer if you want."
I scooted forward my face inches away from her pinkness.
"Wow, it's so cool."
"Ok, you've seen it, That's enough for tonight."
I got up started for the door.
Picking up her book, she said, "Goodnight nerd."
Back in my room I slowly jacked as I replayed the vision. I loved thinking about her pussy.
 
                             
                         
                         
                         
                         
                         
                                 
                                 
                                 
                                