I just have to tell someone about the experience I had with my sister Janet.
I was nineteen and spending the summer in my parent's house between freshman and sophomore years at college. I was nineteen and just grinding out every day with a dead end job and sleep. Janet was going to be a senior in high school, and got herself a summer job waiting tables at a local pizza joint. Tacky blouse, polyester skirt, black shoes and a dorky hat.
I had just turned my light out when I heard a car in need of muffler repair pull up on the street outside. It idled for a while, so I turned on a light and glanced out, but couldn't make anything out. I know it was Janet and someone, probably one of the looser guys she hung with, was giving her a ride home from work. I turned out the light and laid back in the July heat. I had a sheet pulled down over my feet and rubbed my slowly hardening cock while I looked at the blank ceiling.
I heard Janet slam the car door and enter the house as the car pulled away. I was rock hard and beginning to think about giving myself a good yank before I heard a knock on my bedroom door. Pulling the sheet up to cover my hard on I answered, "Who is it?" knowing full well who it was.
Janet entered with a sigh, closing the door quickly behind her. She whispered, "I'm glad you're still up. I saw the light and thought.... You wanna talk?" I glanced over her uniform. Just a little tight and making her boobs crest over the edge of the strained fabric. Her cute butt was in the miniskirt and her long legs were covered with nylons. She sat down on the edge of the bed and took off her shoes.