Back home, a little out of breath from the rushed journey, I fumbled with the key in the door. Finally it opened and the tell tale sound of the alarm, informing me to put the code in before it went off, told me that the house was all mine. I dumped my shoes, coat and bag then rushed upstairs. We had a fairly large house for a family of four. Downstairs was standard; a utility room, kitchen, dining room and separate living room. The rest of the lower floor was made up of the integral garage and a small toilet. Upstairs there were four bedrooms, a large double for my parents, another large double room which Dani had and then two reasonably sized single rooms, one of which was mine and the other was set up as my study. When it came to bathrooms we seemed to have more than our fair share. There was the main bathroom and then two en suite rooms; a bathroom adjoined to my parent's room and a shower room adjoined to Dani's room. So we didn't lack for space and on a Friday my chosen space was the main bathroom.
I set the taps running then disappeared into my own room to grab a few things; a change of clothes into something more comfortable and a little reading material retrieved from under my mattress. I returned to the bathroom just in time, turning off the taps and shutting the door. I stripped off and plunged myself into the warm waters, picking up one of the mags from the floor. I glanced at the cover, an old copy of Fiesta dog eared from plenty of reading.
OK, so I admit it, "me" time was all about me, my mags and a little personal satisfaction.
Yes
I was dedicated to my studies, and
yes
it meant that I didn't invest time in finding a girlfriend, but at the end of the day I still had the same carnal desires as everyone else. Today was no different. I skimmed through the topless pictures of wannabe be porn stars and so called readers wives. Appealing as they were, they were not what I was looking for. Turning the pages quickly I found what I wanted. It was the readers stories section and this one was a particular favourite. As I read I stroked, feeling my cock grow hard in my hand.
The story centered around a woman at a party in a friend's house. She'd had a little too much to drink and gone upstairs to find somewhere to sleep it off for a while. She'd found a bedroom and literally draped herself on top of the bed, arms out and legs splayed. She hadn't noticed how her dress had ridden up revealing the skimpy panties beneath.
I continued stroking and once happy that I was fully erect I turned my attention to a bar of soap. I lathered up all around my member, using the soap to help with pleasuring myself. My cock and balls were now hidden in a foam of white suds and I discarded the bar. With the flat of my palm I stroked up and down my hard-on, the suds easing my movement, until finally my foreskin slid back exposing the sensitive flesh of the enclosed head.
The story went on. Another had joined her in the bedroom. Drunk as she was, she made no objection when he removed her knickers and had his way with her. I'd taken my cock in one hand and was stroking hard and fast as I read about how he plunged his cock into her waiting pussy. A quick bang and then he departed, leaving the drunken woman still lying on the bed, her pussy exposed and a trail of spunk trickling out. I continued stroking, feeling the fires start to burn in the head of my cock, as the story continued to run through a train of people all looking to take advantage of the drunken sex.
I was on the verge and it was only a matter of time before I shot my own load across my torso, when I heard a noise downstairs. I stopped and listened. This shouldn't be happening. This was "my" time and the house should be empty. I heard footsteps coming upstairs along with a little laughter. It was Dani. What was she doing here I thought to myself, suddenly angry. Whatever else, she couldn't find me in the bathroom with a pile of top shelf mags. I kept quiet, luckily I had locked the door, and hoped that she would leave as quickly as she had arrived. I could swear I heard more than one set of footsteps but there was definitely only Dani's voice so I must have been mistaken.
Her room was across the landing from the bathroom so it didn't take long before the footsteps disappeared and Dani's voice faded slightly. I could still hear her, albeit not quite clear enough to catch any spoken words. I didn't need to though as the sounds alone fuelled my imagination. I could hear the creak of bedsprings. Giggling turned to light moaning, and I could only imagine my sister doing just what I had been doing minutes before. Suddenly the story of the drunken woman had gone and my mind was filled with a picture of Dani, fingers in her pussy pleasuring herself. I couldn't help it and before long found myself once again stroking my cock. This time I didn't stop. The vision of my sister was so much better than the story and it didn't take long for the fires to build once more. I felt my cock twitch as my head swelled then exploded, sending a trail of cum across my chest and stomach. It was better than ever before, fuelled by a wanton lust for my sister in the room across the landing. There was an audible scream and I could only imagine that she had cum too. I lay now in the cooling water, waiting for her to leave so that I could make my escape without her knowing that I was listening in. It was almost ten minutes but eventually I did hear the footsteps going downstairs. This time I was sure that there were two sets. I heard the front door close and there was silence once more. It was the most exciting "me" time to date.
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As time went on I couldn't shift that image from my mind. Every time I bumped into Dani my eyes dropped to her mound and I imagined her pleasuring herself, wondering just what was hidden beneath her clothes and just how she went about her carnal desires. It had almost taken my mind away from the feeling of injustice in how she had everything and I didn't.
That was, until one weekend, she turned up with a new mobile phone. It was a top of the range iPhone worth hundreds. How could she afford such a thing on a basic bar job and one, at that, which she only turned up for some of the time. It didn't make sense, but anyway it did mean that I got an upgrade to my own phone. Every time that Dani got a new one she passed her castoff to myself. So even with little disposable income to my own name I did have a reasonably up to date phone. This one was only last year's model so I was quite happy. My next "me" time was going to be spent getting to know my new toy.
Now I may have been a nerd, but I was also a bit of a geek when it came to technology. This phone had it all, cameras front and back with full video capability. I took a selfie to see how it looked, and that is when I noticed that Dani hadn't cleared down the phone before giving it to me. I skimmed through the photos on the device. They were mainly of friends and parties but every now and again was one of Dani herself. One caught my eye. A picture of my sister in a very revealing bikini and bottoms. I didn't recognise the location but it sure wasn't near home. I worked my way through the photos, there were hundreds if not thousands, most of them of no interest. A set of photos from a few months back showed Dani with Uncle Jack, Dad's brother, at the coast. I didn't think much of them but on reflection they did seem to be having a good time and looked very close.
I was about to clear down the memory when I came across a final set of photos. These were more recent and much more interesting. The first was a typical picture of Dani, a selfie looking into a full length mirror and pouting back at the camera. She was wearing one of her favourite party dresses, a red number which was barely verging on being decent given the amount of flesh it revealed. It was the next photo though which took my eye. Now the dress had gone and she was standing there looking into the same mirror in only a red lace bra and panties set. I looked closely and could almost imagine the darkness of her nipples beneath the fabric of the bra. There was a similar suggestion of dark shadow beneath the panties.
