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Paris TX ch1, Cat's Brother
My name is Andy. I recently turned eighteen. My parents divorced when I was two years old. My mother was too much involved in being an artist to have time for a child so I grew up with my father in our family house in Paris Texas. My mother started traveling around the world showing her paintings, eventually became quite famous and finally moved to Paris, France. I guess that was her goal all along since she was the one who initially chose Paris Texas for her family. I think I have seen her twice at most in the last ten years.
When I was seven my father remarried and I got a brand new stepsister with the deal. I had been an only child, spoiled as an only child usually is, and I was not very happy to get somebody else in my house. However I soon started liking Cat, short for Catherine of course.
I discovered with time that we were actually very similar, physically as well as mentally. She also recently turned eighteenn. We are both quite tall, me at 6.2 and Cat at 5.10, with dark hair and green eyes. Hers are emerald green, while mine are more hazel. We are both athletic and generally good-looking. I must say that she has impressive breasts, which I later discovered to be a full C cup, and a perfectly round ass that makes some friends of mine at school drool. She and I were born just fifteen days apart and her parents divorced when she was one. Her father disappeared, and she grew up as an only child with her mother until our parents married.
We both want to be either engineers or computer programmers, so in our high school, from which we were both about to graduate, we take the same courses and like to compete in the same fields. We are both lovers of high tech gadgets and excel in math. Sometime I feel that we are almost geeks except that we are also pretty good athletes, me in baseball and Cat in soccer. We both had our share of dates during high school, but we never found that special someone.
People around town that didn't know our family history always thought that Cat and I were real brother and sister. Some actually thought that we were fraternal twins. I remember once a new teacher in school who could not understand why we had different last names and birthdates. With time I also started to think of Cat as My Sister and not just as a stepsister. I am sure she also thought of me as her real brother.
This all changed one day.
I had just finished taking a shower after I had returned home from a late night baseball match with some friends at a lighted park in town. The summer heat in Texas makes you want to do physical activities at nigh rather than in the daytime. It was almost midnight so everybody in our house was already asleep, or at least so I thought. I just wrapped a towel around my waist and started walking to my room. As I went by Cat's room I heard a muffled whimper. I would like say that I thought that maybe she was not well and needed help, but it was probably more curiosity that moved me. I saw a faint light from under her door so I slowly opened the door to her room and peeked inside. I was moved by curiosity but I never expected to see what I saw.
My sister was sitting in front of her computer with an oversize t-shirt on. All the lights were off except for the faint light of the computer screen. I could see that she had her right hand between her legs and the left inside her shirt obviously massaging her breast while masturbating to something she was looking at on the computer. She was giving me her back, so I couldn't see much, not even the computer's screen since she was right in front of it, but my dick popped right up to attention and my towel fell to the ground leaving me buck naked. I don't have much experience with female sexuality and that was by far the sexiest scene I had ever seen.
She must have heard the towel fall, or maybe I must have gasped, because she suddenly turned around and stared at me. For a second that felt like an hour we were like two deer caught by the headlights. As far as light, like I said, there wasn't much, but I was naked with a raging hard-on on the threshold of her room and she was sitting, at her desk, with still one hand between her legs and the other inside the t-shirt on her breast. She was gaping at me with her mouth open, and I am pretty sure I was gaping back.
After the longest second of my life I ran away to my room, slamming the door and leaving my towel on the ground in front of my sister's room. I was scared to death, but I was also extremely turned on, more than ever in my life. My dick had no intention on going down and was as hard as it ever was.
The problem was I that was expecting Cat to start screaming, and for my parents to walk in my room to give me the beating of my life for spying on my sister. I was naked under my sheets, shaking with both fear and excitement, unable to move.
After at least half an hour, or maybe it was just five minutes, during which nobody screamed nor came tearing into my room, excitement started to win over fear. I peeked outside my bedroom to see if anything was happening. Cat's door was closed and my towel was gone. All lights were off and I didn't hear any noise.
The image of my sister masturbating in front of her computer started to come back to my mind and my dick, which was already (still) hard, positively started throbbing. I grabbed it with my hand and after just a few strokes I came in one of the hardest orgasms of my life.
That night I had to masturbate two more times before I could fall asleep, and even then I had a restless sleep with images of my sister sometime chasing me to kill me, sometime to fuck me.
The following morning was the moment I truly dreaded. It was Sunday morning, so we all got up quite late, and by family tradition had breakfast all together. I didn't know if that was the time my sister had waited for to tell me off to our parents but I couldn't skip Sunday breakfast without a very good excuse. As we sat around the family table I could see that Cat was also quite nervous. She kept sending me quick glances and barely spoke during breakfast. We both found an excuse to leave the table as soon as possible and ran to our rooms.
