I sat in the closet's corner, tucked away behind a rack of hanging jackets. It had taken some rearranging to get comfortable in the cramped area. But the space was ideal for a game of sardines, providing plenty of room for others to hide.
The pitter patter of feet, followed by excited shouts, echoed just outside the closet. I tensed as light spilled in. The surrounding clothes shifted for a few long moments before the room grew dark again.
I was at a family reunion playing sardines with my sisters, cousins and aunts. We had been roped into playing by the younger kids because there hadn't been enough players. The game was an altered version of hide and seek. One person hides. You find them and hide with them. The last person left hides next.
The doors opened again as someone explored the closet. I held my breath, waiting for them to give up and leave. With far more determination than the previous seeker, they shifted through the racks of clothes.
A hand grabbed my foot.
"Got you!".
It was my little sister Ashley's voice. I say little, but she was a freshman in college and not quite little anymore. She shoved through the jackets and despite the poor light there was an obvious grin on her face, her hazel eyes sparkling with joy.
"Nice hiding spot, bro!" she said before throwing herself between my legs.
She kicked and pushed back into me. The ample flesh of her lewd ass pressed against my crotch as if it yearned to swallow me. It was something I could never admit to, that I found my sister's unbelievably alluring. I blamed my mother, they both had her kind hazel eyes and flowing red hair.
The worst part of it was my sisters either just enjoyed teasing me or didn't understand I was a man. They would find any excuse to rub, press, shift and hold themselves against me. Whenever they did, I had to struggle to hide my shame. My cock seemingly untroubled by who it was that brought it to attention, as long as it was a beautiful woman.
I grunted and said, "You know there's lots of space in here? You don't need to be that close."
"Yea, but this is better, harder to find with us wedged back in here. Most people won't look as hard as I did." She sounded very proud of herself as she spoke.
As if to prove her point the door opened again causing us both to tense. My sister held a jacket in front of her as a shield while a foreign arm fished about the area. They gave up, closed the door and walked away.
"See, we really need to wedge in here. I'm not losing to Lily!"
Lily was our older sister. She and Ashley got along well, but had a habit of getting... competitive. Ash pressed herself back even harder, her entire body melting into mine. The back of her skirt rode up her ass and our bent legs made our clothing bunch up, leaving her soft warm thighs exposed and pressed against mine.
This was going to be impossible for me. I needed people to find us soon, before my sister could torture me further. Maybe I could sneeze the next time someone opened the door? Claim I need to pee? If I said I felt a rat, my sister would probably squeal and run from the room. That could work.
Ash wiggled in my lap, pulling me from my thoughts. My cock, the traitor, was getting hard. Too thin athletic shorts doing little to hide that from my sister. I tried to think about something else but struggled as my sister's body moved against mine. Her chest rose and fell peacefully. The heat of her body seeped through her clothing and into me.
Another seeker came, and my sister forced back into me. Her hips shoving mine against the back wall of the closet. My cock hardened, only concerned with the pleasure of being caressed by a woman's ass. Uncaring that it was my little sister. My addled mind forgot its plans, choosing to instead focus on the sensations of my sister pressing against me. We escaped detection once more and my sister relaxed a bit in my lap, even more of her supple form melting into mine.
"Is that your penis?"
My face flushed in embarrassment, "I... I'm... sorry... it's just—"
"It's fine. I suppose it's only natural, being trapped in a confined space with a beautiful girl," She said smugly, stressing the statement with a flip of her beautiful red hair. The fruity scent of her shampoo wafted over me. It seemed her relentless teasing would never end.
"You do think I'm beautiful, don't you?" She asked, her tone was serious and searching.
A jesting insult almost flew from my mouth, driven by brotherly instinct, but I paused. She was my sister, but she was still a woman. If I acknowledged that, would she acknowledge that I was a man? Would she finally stop teasing me?
"Of course I do. You are one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen, but you shouldn't be teasing me like this."
Her ass wiggled teasingly against my lap while she giggled, "Why not? Look how hard you are," She mused and continued grinding her all-encompassing backside against me. The malleable flesh engulfed my cock through the thin fabric of my shorts, "And from just a little rubbing too."
My sister wagged a finger before continuing, "You know, it could be a problem if one of our cousins came in here and found you like that."
"I'm trying to get it to go down, but you keep touching me."
Did she really not understand what she was doing?
