Tabby was the wild one in the family.
When we were kids she was always the first one to try new things. She wasn't afraid of anyone or anything. I was two years older and spent a lot of my youth cleaning up after her. I guess I felt it was a big brother's job. I had to bust a few heads in high school and soon everyone knew that Tabby was trouble. It never hurt her popularity but it kept most of her "adventures" out of the rumor-mill. Not many guys had the guts to spread gossip about Tabby, not when they knew I was a decent scrapper and not afraid to demonstrate it.
Lots of guys thought they could get over on her. Her tiny frame, bright green eyes, and perky firm tits made her the envy of the "girly girls" in school and the sex object of all the boys. Anyone brave enough to really get to know her knew that behind her big green eyes was a mischevious and fearless tomboy. She left a string of broken hearts everywhere she went.
I guess that's how she ended up getting kicked out by Mom and Dad when she was sixteen and I guess that's how she ended up at my door drunk as a skunk at three o'clock in the morning on a Friday night two days after her eighteenth birthday.
I hadn't seen her for two years. The last I heard she was hitching to Texas with some bum she met at a Phish concert. I was pissed but didn't have anyway of finding her. I spent the rest of my senior year studying to get into a good college with a good engineering program. Nothing keeps you busy like Calculus homework.
Don't get me wrong. I liked to party as much as the next guy and I wasn't a slouch in the girl department but with my eyes on an engineering degree I was the stable and "good son" of the family.
So, anyway, there she was. Slumped in the doorway of my off-campus apartment with her old leather backpack, half-shirt (no bra), ripped jeans, and a look on her face that said "you better let me in".
At first I didn't recognize her. It wasn't until she brushed her long dirty-blonde hair out of her face and pouted with her luscious lips that it dawned on me.
"Holy shit!" I gasped. "What are you doing here.. how did you find me?"
"Are you gonna let me in or do I have to knock on your neighbors door?" she giggled.
"Get in, get in." I stepped aside and she brushed by me like she owned the place. She tossed her bag on the floor and flung herself at me and wrapped herself around me nearly toppling the both of us back into my couch.
I have to admit that I felt a rush of excitement to have this young beautiful woman clinging to me - even if it was my sister. My initial rush turned to arousal when she grasped my face in her hands and planted a huge wet kiss on my lips. I felt my cock stir as her tits pressed into my chest.
"Gaaawd I've missed you Jamie!" she cried.
"I missed you too!" I reluctantly pried her off of me and looked her up and down. She had really grown into a hot woman. It took all my strength not to grab her and kiss her like a lover.
"Can I stay here for a few days?" she asked. She ran her fingers across my chest and I couldn't think of a single reason why she couldn't.
"Sure.. but there's only one room." The apartment was small. She didn't have a lot of things so I didn't see that being a problem. "The couch is horribly uncomfortable though."
"Then I'll just have to let you share the bed.."
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It only took a couple of weeks for us to get into a routine. She was out most nights and let me sleep regularly enough. The nights she wasn't out were really hard on me though. I would lay next to her awake for hours my stiff cock throbbing while incestuous thoughts filled my head. I could feel the warmth radiating from her body and the body-wash she used in the shower was the sweetest and sexiest smell I ever experienced. She would kick off the covers and I would watch her while she slept. I started making bathroom trips to masturbate just to get relaxed enough to fall asleep.
I swear she would go out of her way to tease me. She would wear nothing but one of my t-shirts and panties most of the time she was in the apartment - and she wasn't the type to sit like a lady. I was treated to non-stop upskirts most days. My bathroom trips started to became more and more frequent. Sometimes I would catch that "look" when I came out of the bathroom. She had to know what I was up to.
By the end of the first month I started to notice a change in her body. Her tits seemed to be a little larger and her flat belly had started to show some rounding. I could see her belly ring stud poking through the fabric of my t-shirts more distinctly than when she first arrived. I began to get a suspicion and I was determined to confront her about it.
So far I had refrained from asking her any questions about where she had been and what she had been up to. Now, the curiousity was getting to be too much.
