Most people will tell you they remember their first time. I do too, but more importantly, I remember my first time with my sister.
Although my sister Kiara and I are twins (we just celebrated our 25th birthday a month ago), I jokingly call her my little sister because I was born six minutes before her, and I'm six inches taller. It annoys the hell out of her which is partially why I do it. But it's all done out of love. As we've told each other dozens of times "If I didn't annoy you, you'd wonder what was wrong with me."
Our house is set up in a rather strange way. More specifically, our bedrooms. While our parents bedroom has an attached bathroom, our rooms, which are across the hall from each other, both have a half bathroom with a toilet and sink. A second door in each bathroom leads into a shared bathtub. The doors to the shower room (we call it that since neither one of us actually takes a bath anymore) were always closed, since neither one of us wanted to see/hear the other using the toilet. It was also pretty obvious if one of us was using the shower as we could hear the shower running. Most of the time if the shower wasn't running, we would knock on the door to make sure the other hadn't just finished showering and was drying off or getting dressed. Most of the time.
One morning I woke up, and while still half asleep stripped off the t-shirt and pj bottoms I usually slept in, grabbed some clean clothes, and a towel before heading to the bathroom with the intention of taking a quick shower before seeing if my friends were doing anything that day. Without knocking I opened the door to the shower room to see Kiara drying herself off as she had apparently just finished taking a shower. The sight of her bent over the edge of the tub drying her leg stopped me in my tracks.
Now I knew my sister was good looking, hell, my friends never hesitated to tell me how hot she was, and I couldn't disagree. She had gotten her looks from our mother who could have given fashion models a run for their money. She also ran track back in high school and had kept herself in shape ever since, but until now I never really thought about how she might look naked. Every time the thought did enter my head I would tell myself "She's my sister for fuck's sake!" and push it back out feeling a twinge of guilt.
She looked up at me, her eyes as wide as mine were and stopped what she was doing and for a moment we were both naked, frozen in place before she covered herself with the towel and I covered myself with mine.
"JJ!!" she yelled at me.
"S-sorry sis." I stammered.
"Get out!"
I stepped back and slammed the door shut, my heart hammering in my chest and my cock jumping to attention. The image of Kiara bent over was burned into my skull, the smooth curve of her ass as she had her one leg up on the edge of the tub, her firm and toned leg, the arch of her back, the sight of her breasts gently jiggling as she rubbed her leg dry, and the brief moment I saw her fully naked as she stood up before she covered her body with the towel. I heard her door slam shut and took a moment before I stepped into the shower room. I glanced at her door before I turned on the water (hoping there was still some hot water left), and stepped in, my dick now at full mast.
As I washed up I couldn't kick the image of her out of my head and looked down at my still rock hard cock and said to myself "Fuck it." and rubbed one out to the mental image of my sister's naked body, coming in what felt like a matter of seconds and immediately felt a slight twinge of guilt. I caught my breath, finished washing up and once I was back in my room putting on my sneakers my phone rang.
"Yo."
"Hey JJ." It was my buddy Damon. "What you up to today?"
"Not a damn thing." I said, looking around for my other sneaker.
"Mal and I were thinking of heading over to Cliff's. Wanna join us?"
Cliff's Billiards, Bowling and Brews. It was a bowling alley downstairs and a pool hall upstairs with full bars on both floors. My buddies and I had been going there ever since we turned 21. A few frames of bowling, a few racks of pool, and maybe a beer or two would be just what I needed to distract myself from thoughts of my sister.
"Sure. Sounds like fun." I said finally locating my other sneaker.
"All right, we'll swing by in a few to pick you up." Damon said.
"All right, see you then."
I hung up and tried to push the image of my sister out of my head. I composed myself the best I could before heading out to the living room where my dad was sitting in his easy chair watching a football game and my mother was sitting on the couch with her feet up on the coffee table painting her toenails. Our dog was asleep in the middle of the floor.
"Hey bud," my father said as I walked into the room.
"Hey dad, mom." I said.
"Everything okay?" my mother asked.
"Sure," I said "Why wouldn't it be?"
"Well your sister sure seemed in a hurry to leave earlier." she said.
"You know Kiara mom," I said, "Probably a sale on shoes or some shit."
They laughed knowing my sister's love for shopping. "That sounds like her." my father said.
"Anyway, Mal and Damon are gonna on their way, we're gonna go to Cliff's." I said.
"Should I get bail money ready?" My dad jokingly asked.
"Might be a good idea."
My mother just rolled her eyes and shook her head as my dad and I chuckled at our long standing joke.
A few minutes later the guys showed up (along with another mutual friend) and for the most part I was able to push the events of that morning out of my head as we spent a few hours bowling and shooting pool. We drove around for a little while after that, grabbed a bite to eat and Mal dropped us all off before heading home himself.
"Catch you lunatics later." I said, as I fished around in my pocket for my keys.
I saw my parents sitting in the same spots I had left them in, the only difference was a different game was on and the dog had gotten up on the couch and had her head in my mother's lap.
"Did you two even move while I was gone?" I asked.
"Well I did take a shit a little while ago." My father said.
"Classy dad."
"You asked."
"I'm sorry I did." I turned to my mother, "Why did you marry him?"
She looked at him and said "I don't know. Temporary insanity?"
"You've been married for 25 years." I said.
"Eh, he's kinda cute." My father arched an eyebrow and glanced at her with a smirk at their private joke but didn't say anything. "If you're hungry I think there's some leftover lasagna from last night you can heat up."
"Nah, I'm good. We just had some pizza."
I headed to my room, I paused for a moment as I saw the light under my sister's door, but decided against knocking not sure what to say about what happened that morning. Or if I should say anything at all. Instead I went into my room and changed into a pair of pj bottoms and a t-shirt, sat down on my bed, and grabbed my phone to check my Facebook. A few minutes later I heard a knock at my door.
"JJ?" Kiara asked, "Can I come in?"
"Sure sis," I said, putting my phone down, "What's up?"
She stepped in, wearing a pair of shorts and a tank top, and closed the door behind her. She came over and sat down next to me.
"About this morning..." she said.
"Yeah, I'm sorry about that Ki." I said, "I wasn't thinking, I was still half asleep, hoping the shower would wake me up. I should have knocked."
"It's okay." Kiara said, "I assumed you either heard the shower running, or were sleeping in so I figured it was safe. It's part of why I dashed out of here after I got dressed. I was kinda embarrassed to face you after that." She looked down at her hands in her lap.
I wasn't sure what to say either so I just picked at some imaginary lint on my pant leg. "It's not like we haven't seen each other naked before." I finally said, with a goofy grin.
She looked at me with a "are you kidding me?" look on her face, then slapped me on the arm, "The last time we saw each other naked we were 2 years old when mom was still bathing us together! That doesn't count."
I laughed and leaned out of reach as she swatted at me. "Yeah, you've grown up since then."
"So have you." she said, smiling. "So did you enjoy the view? Because I did." she rested her hand on my leg.
"Honestly? Yeah, I did." I admitted. "Although I admit, growing up together, I guess I never really thought about catching you in the shower like that. All my friends on the other hand... 'Hey JJ, how many times you walk in on that hot sister of yours in the shower?' I get that one a lot."
She laughed "My girlfriends ask me the same thing about you. I guess they figured since we share a shower there must have been a lot of accidents."
She used finger quotes when she said "accidents" before resting her hand on my leg again. A little higher up than she did last time.
"To be honest, I wish there had been a few myself." she said, inching her hand closer and closer to my cock, which was growing hard despite the weird situation.
"Um, Ki, what are you..."
"Oh come on big brother," she said, her voice dropping down to a sultry whisper, "You never thought about it even once?"
Her finger traced along the outline of my now rock hard dick, and I think the temperature in my room went up ten degrees... or maybe that was just me.
"You never touched yourself thinking about your hot little sister? Because I touched myself a lot of times thinking about you."
I didn't know where this was coming from, but I was interested to see where it was going. Was she just fucking with me, or was she serious?
"Well maybe once or twice." I managed to get out, "Including this morning."
She was now gently squeezing my cock.
"I've had the hots for you for a long time JJ. You have no idea how much self control it's taken for me to just be around you these last few years without being able to say or do anything about it. What with the taboo of incest being what it is." she said, her lips just inches away from my ear. "But after this morning, seeing this," she gently squeezed my dick again "in person for the first time, I can't help myself."