The only sibling I have in the world is a half-sister. We share the same mom, but we were not raised together. I'm the older one and I was given up by my mom when I was two. I was adopted by a wonderful family, soon afterward. My sister was born four years after my adoption, and once again our mother had no intentions on raising her. She went to live with her paternal grandmother in another state.
For the longest time I did not know I had a sister, though I did know I was adopted. My adopted parents told me about her when I was sixteen and I started to write her letters. She would write me back and would express how nice it was to have someone to talk to. I only got to talk to her on the phone a handful of time, because her grandmother was very strict and would not let her use the phone often.
Two years later I finally met her. My adoptive parents and I were on vacation visiting family in the state where she lived. My folks thought it would be a nice surprise to have me spend the day with my sister. Nobody had told me that this was planned, so when they showed up with her I just about died. She got out of the car and ran into my arms, hugging tightly. I retuned the affection, shaking.
We spent the day together walking around the yard, just talking. When it came time for her to return home I felt a ping of sadness. During the visit I felt that I had found something that was missing from me. I rode with her on the way home and she held onto my hand the entire ride back. We arrived at her house and said our tearful goodbyes. I would not see her again for another eight years.
After I graduated high school I fell into a deep depression, losing contact with most everybody. I wandered the country searching for what I felt was missing in my life. No matter where I ended up, I always felt a piece of me was missing. Meanwhile my sister was having the same emotions as I. When she turn eighteen she married a horrible, selfish person. It seemed to be that we were destined to be miserable.
As I roved the country, I kept in contact with her, though sometimes it was years between calls. Then, not too long ago, I found myself in a jam. I had made a series of bad decisions, and found that I had nowhere to call home. My only resource was my sister. I reluctantly called her, and explained my situation. She didn't hesitate to tell me that I was going to stay with her. I was glad that I had someplace to go, but apprehensive because I didn't know her that well.
After boarding a bus I headed her direction. The trip was long, but it was worth to have another opportunity to see my sister again. When I got to the bus station she was nowhere to be found, and I began to get discouraged, thinking maybe she wasn't going to come. As I paced the parking lot, wondering what to do, a car pulled up. A girl exited the car, looked in my direction, and gave me a big smile. It was my sister. Her face pretty much the same, but the rest of her had turn into a beautiful, curvy woman. She ran into my arms, as she had done years ago, embraced me with a hug and told me that this time I wasn't getting away.
Driving to her house, we made small talk. On arriving, I met her husband, and immediately dislike the man. He was rude, disrespectful, and treated my sister like a dog. With all the introductions out of the way, my sister got me settle in, and we started to really get to know each other.
We grew closer as the days went by. When she would return home from work, she would always give me hugs that seemed to last a lifetime. In our down time we would talk about our hopes and dreams. Quickly I learned that she was an amazing person. Her company became to the most important thing in my life.
Things changed the day I asked to borrow her laptop. Trying to find a job at the time I needed a computer to fill out applications. I asked her to borrow her laptop, she said I could. As I was taking it back to my room she said, "By the way, please don't look at the pictures." I told her I wouldn't and went into my room to start the search.
I knew she must have nude or embarrassing pictures on her laptop with her not wanting me to look at the pictures on it. At that point I did think my sister was very sexually attractive, but I hadn't entertained the thought of seeing her naked. I guess I was wanting for the idea to be place there by someone else, because my curiosity get the better of me.
Opening the picture folder I found a folder named private. Hovering the mouse courser over the folder I thought to myself, I could never undo what I was about to do. My heart raced as I double clicked the folder. The folder opened quickly, immediately displaying tiny thumbnails of my sister. The thumbnails were small, but I could tell that she had on sexy clothes in some and nude in others. I took a hard swallow as I opened a picture.
The picture quickly popped up on the screen, dropping my jaw. It was a pic of her standing in the hallway with her hands on her hips, head cocked to one side, with a girlish smile on her face. She was wearing nothing but a lacey pair of red bra and panties. Studying the picture I noticed that she had a tattoo of a purple and blue butterfly that seemed to be flying out of her panties. At this point I had only seen one picture, and I believe I was viewing a true beauty, a work of art. I'm certain that the painters and sculptors of old would give anything for the chance to have her to model for them.
I began to shuffle through the pictures. Every picture viewed was better than the last. After a good number of pictures, I finally came to the first nude one. It was of her sitting at the edge of her bed, beautiful breasts exposed, with her legs crossed and her hands on her knees. Wow! I was staring at a naked pic of my sister, but I couldn't look away for the beauty was too great. Unnoticed by me my breathing became heaver and my heart rate rose. I clicked to the next picture and it was about the same as the last but she was leaning back a little with her arms supporting her up. Her legs were no longer crossed but they were together. Between her legs I could see a nice patch of pubic hair. At this sight I began to feel movements down below. As I was wearing jeans I had to reach down my pants to rearrange myself.
The next picture, I clicked to, was again like the last one. The only exception, her legs were now spread open. I had full view for my sister's vagina! I couldn't believe I was about to do what I did. I unbuttoned my pants took out my dick and began to masturbate. Clicking though more pics I found myself longing to be the person behind the camera. Fantasizing I'm in the picture with her. More go by and I stop on one where my sister is on her hands and knees, with her backside toward the camera. I see her butthole and pussy and I know that she is ready for it. Studying the pic I began to pump my cock harder and faster. My breathing gets heavier and faster. My eyes roll into the back of my head as I released cum all over my shirt. I dropped my arms to my side and fought to get my breathing under control. After I had finally calmed down I cleaned myself up and thanked God that no one had walked in on me.
I sat there alone for a while, thinking about what I had just did. Usually I felt shame and loneliness after I jacked off to a porno, but this time it felt like a part of me had been liberated. There were no feelings of regret, but I knew it could only stay a fantasy. Over the next few weeks I was constantly getting her to lend me the laptop.
Sometime later, her husband was invited on a weeklong hunting trip, by his boss. He accepted. As he was walking out the door, my sister asked him when he was going to return.
He said. "I might never come back, bitch."
Which is fine by me because interacting with my sister was easier with him away. Her husband was such a dick that I could hardly stand to be around him. I spent a lot of time in my room to get away from his bullshit. Now, with him gone, we could talk openly about what a douche he was.
We had some good times the first few days of our "vacation". The third day I was feeling depressed, I still hadn't found a job, and felt like a burden on sister. I loved her very much and felt that some of her unhappiness, was form me.
Later in the evening as sat on my bed racked with self-loathing, there was a knock at my door. I said "Come in.", and my sister entered the room. Immediately she took notice of the depressed look on my face and asked me what was wrong. I told her I felt that I was a burden on her. She told me it was nonsense. I forced a smile for her, she cocked her head to the side and sighed, "I know what will cheer you up."
