Editor's note: this story contains scenes of rough, reluctant, dubiously consensual, or non-consensual sex.
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I had always been sleight, right up until in my thirties when I stopped smoking and put weight on. At eighteen, for example, I was five feet four-inch and weighed only seven stone (about ninety-eight pounds).
This is useful to know, to understand how the events about to be described were possible. You see, it's quite probable that some would not believe that a sister who was only eighteen months older than them, would be able to get the better of her younger brother, but it is definitely possible. I know, as it happened to me.
One afternoon in the summer, I had been out with the guys during the holidays, just having fun with mates, doing dumb stuff, swimming in a nearby lake, riding bikes. The stuff you do when rare hot weather hits.
Upon getting back to the house, I really needed a piss so I simply headed straight to the bathroom. Now, the bathroom in our house was an odd affair. The houses had been originally built without bathrooms, with one of the two downstairs rooms having a cooker and a pantry in it. You bathed in a tin bath, brought out once a week, and filled with hot water from the stove and kettle. They were literally, a three up, two down, terraced house with a drop toilet in the backyard outbuilding.
At some point before my time, each house on the block had had an extension built off the back, providing a purpose-built kitchen at ground level, and a 'bathroom' above it. However, because the bathroom was built off the back, you had to go through the back bedroom to use it. Yes, weird.
So, my mum and stepdad used the front bedroom, my sister the box room, and myself and my brother, the back bedroom. Apparently, it was more appropriate to disturb us to use the loo, than my sister or parents. This did lead to occasionally getting glimpses of something we shouldn't, during someone's mad dash to the loo, but that's another story.
Where was I? Oh yes, I needed a piss! I headed to my room, ran through and into the bathroom, I was about to turn around to lock the door, and, shit, my sister was in the bathroom just having got off the loo. I stood dumbstruck as she finished up wiping her pussy with her back to me, screaming for me to get out. I didn't move, not necessarily because I was hoping to see something, I had simply frozen.
She threw the tissue into the toilet and flushed it, pulled up her knickers under her skirt, and stared at me livid, almost foaming at the mouth. She then stormed towards me, I flinched as she passed, thinking a was going to get slapped, but then she stopped, paused.....and locked the door.
What was she doing! I slowly turned towards her, she was bright red in the face, almost purple, but then relaxed and a grin started to form. She told me I needed to be punished, and that we could start by copying the embarrassment, she would watch me piss and wipe up. Nervously, I told her that guys don't normally wipe their cock after pissing, they simply shake it. She flared up again shouting that she didn't care how I did it but I'm going to take a fucking piss for her.
I had never seen her this crazy so I just thought, get it over with quickly, no big deal if she sees my cock. So I walked over to the loo, with my back to her, as she had been with me, and got my cock out. She yelled at me to turn to the side, she wanted me to know she could see my cock as I pissed, to be as embarrassed as her. I did as I was told, and when finished, just zipped up and went towards the sink to wash.
A little confused by now, as she still hadn't turned and left the room. I dried my hands and turned to pass her but she looked deep in thought, like there was a struggle going on in her mind. I was just about to squeeze past her when she calmly, with no audible emotion, told me to lie down on the bathroom floor and shut up!
I wasn't sure what she had planned but the calmness of her voice was worrying, and quite intimidating too, so I did as she said. She then moved above my head, facing towards me, I looked up to see what she was doing and, shit!, it hadn't occurred to me that I would be able to see straight up her skirt. Her pussy was just behind that fabric!
I looked away quickly thinking fuck, she's going to go mental that I've looked up her skirt. She screamed again, this time that I was a dirty little bastard only interested in pussy, but that she could fix that. She lifted her skirt, she couldn't see where I was looking with it lifted, so I risked an intentional look. I'd only seen flashes of hers in her knickers as she went to the loo before. I hadn't ever had a serious girlfriend either, so this was the nearest that I'd ever had a pussy, even covered, to my face.
She started to lower herself and I got totally confused, what the hell was she playing at. She got closer and closer, until I could smell the scent of her pussy, and then lowered herself onto my face. What the fuck was she doing! And that smell, I didn't like it at all (a sentiment that would change dramatically over the next few years).