All participants are 18+. No giant boobs or dicks. Fictional characters and events.
My sister, Claire, is in love with her phone. No other way to say it but she can't live a moment without it. You might expect this if she was a teen but she's 25. I mean, she got a job as a real estate agent that requires her using a phone all the time. Think she got the job because of the phone usage and not the other way around. She also collected a traffic ticket for texting while driving and another for distracted driving - she was on the phone when she got into a minor accident.
I'm a year older at 26 and a free-lance writer and also work on assignments. We share a small three bedroom house that we grew up in. Our parents died of COVID, so we now own the house. Since I work from home when I'm in town between travels, it's perfect. She tends to be around the house a lot when she's not showing a property. She says she gets as much business from calls and on-line than going into an office. Nobody just walks into a realtor's office these days.
Claire is small bundle of energy. She's barely 5'1" and a hundred pounds soaking wet. Even then her long red hair that reaches her waist would soak up a lot, contributing to the total. Plenty of freckles almost merge into a tan when she gets some sun, although she normally slathers on sunscreen by the bucket. A small nose, bright, almost golden brown eyes and high cheek bones complete the picture of her face. She is quite pretty but not movie-star beautiful. Although, to me she is the most beautiful woman I have ever beheld. Of course, when she gets embarrassed her entire body seems to glow red hot. You'd swear that you could warm up your hands by putting them near her face.
She's a little self-conscious about her small chest. Since we live in the same house and I do laundry, I know she's only an A-cup. She has a really nice ass - the kind you'd love to pull on to get her deeper into an embrace. That's just a dream, though, as we hug and only kiss one another on the cheek, as normal siblings.
She has an uncanny ability to surprise the shit out of me by her quick change of direction - ignoring an obvious fault to focus on something else entirely. Deep down, she's stubborn once she's made up her mind. Making up her mind, though, is sometimes like her hitting a barrier, chipping away till it falls. It's never dull talking to her as her changes in direction are breathtaking. You don't know if she accepts, rejects or simply holds in abeyance when she switches topics.
I'm Rob, all 5'10" of me. Given that I'm always also in motion, I'm only 160 pounds. Work out whenever possible and have been known to run marathons in some exotic places. I have brown hair with a reddish tint. I don't have a problem with Sun exposure, so am pretty tanned. Can't say that I'm handsome, just sort of average. Nose a bit bent due to a short-lived boxing career as a teen. My eyes, too, are golden brown.
Claire loves sex. Guess you'd say she's a slut. Most anything in pants is fair game. She rotates from long-term relationships to a series of one-night stands. I have the unfortunate opportunity to meet many of them when she brings them home. I would tell her that it doesn't bother me to see her and hear her with all these guys but that would be a big lie. Every time I see her with one of them, my heart goes cold.
Since she had a bout of chlamydia in high school, she's been firm that her lovers wear a condom. She probably buys them wholesale as she has a big bowl of them in her room. She's also on the pill. Once a condom broke and she makes absolutely sure she is doubly protected.
About a month and a half ago she got involved with a guy named Gary. Thought she was serious as he was always over and she was always on the phone to him. She started to take movies of them having varieties of sex. No big thing but she made a huge mistake. Instead of just storing them on her phone she uploaded them accidently into our household cloud account. She must have got a setting wrong so that everything was both uploaded and stored on her phone.
When I went into the household account to check when taxes were due, I found them. Oh, shit were they hot! Her body was exquisite. Hard nipples, a flat stomach, trimmed red bush and an ass to die for. Moses could have gotten the Ten Commandments from her burning bush. Although there was sound, I didn't need that as I hear it live on an almost daily basis. Gary would lick her tits till they shone, then her pussy till she was screaming through multiple orgasms. She also looked like she was an expert at giving head and deep-throated him regularly. She didn't seem to like missionary and usually went with doggy or cowgirl. Gary didn't mind a bit. One problem that was obvious was that he came very quickly. Now, if it had been me, I wouldn't have lasted, either. Looked like they did an occasional anal but she didn't appear to enjoy it as much.
You can guess that my hand was kept busy viewing this. Of course, I could have told her and deleted everything but it was too hot and this seemed the only way I would ever see her like this. I moved the files to my private account as soon as they appeared. I know I'm a perverted, bad brother and should hang my head in shame. It was just too exciting and I readily admit my love for her wasn't exactly unselfish.
Gary lasted two weeks before he was replaced with Roger. Same set of movies, only this time with Roger. Based on what I'd seen with Gary, he wouldn't last too long. He was one and gone, although he did make sure she got off a couple of times. She was all go and he was all slow. Five days was all it took.
She had a few one-nighters but none of them was a repeat.
Next up was Ben. She really appeared to like him and their sex was varied and uninhibited. As I was watching the movies in real time, I could hear her screaming full volume. Thought I was going to wear out my dick their first time in her bedroom. By now I was a pretty good judge of her lovers. Ben was an excellent lover, attentive to her needs. Ben lasted almost three weeks. His failing was that he became possessive. That didn't come from the movies but from him being over at the house and his phone calls to me asking where she was. Claire was a free spirit and didn't take kindly to this.
An old friend, Bill, was almost as much in love with her as I was. Bill was 32 and a photographer that I worked with many times. He had some of his work published in National Geographic, that's how good he was. He had been over to the house many times and met her frequently. She never dated him, so didn't realize that he felt that way towards her. Since he was a really great guy, I was worried that she might actually go out with him. I felt the potential for her getting into a very long term relationship with him was very real. Therefore, I certainly didn't try to advance his cause. Not unselfish, am I?
She went through a one week long dry spell. At the end of it we were sitting on the sofa watching some inane program on cable TV, having a glass of wine. One thing we hardily agreed on was we both liked good red wines. We would occasionally spurge on a couple of bottles, especially after she had a good sale or I got an article printed. We had gone through about half a bottle of an excellent French red and were just mellow. It was a Friday and neither of us had to work the next day. She was stretched out with her feet in my lap as I casually rubbed her feet and lower legs. Something we had done many, many times. For some reason, (maybe there was something in the wine?) it felt really erotic. Of course, any touch felt erotic to me but more so tonight.
"I miss Gary tonight. It would feel great to have him loving me but that's passed. Know he's already dating another woman."
Maybe it was the wine or the evening but I made a big mistake. "Yeah, he was a great stud."
I immediately realized my error. How would I know? Well, maybe she would miss this. Quickly changing the subject "Ready for another glass or maybe something to munch on?"
"Another glass sounds good. Not hungry."
I was only too happy to get up to pour more wine. Hopefully, I dodged a bullet.
"How do you know he was a great stud? She asked with a puzzled expression.
"I could hear you screaming a lot."
"I don't think I screamed more than normal. Were you looking through the keyhole?" she kidded.
"No, I wasn't looking through the keyhole."
"Wait, did you open up my phone?"
"No. Even though I've seen you put in your passcode many times, I've never invaded the privacy of your phone." Felt a bit guilty here but it was truthfully exact.
"Something doesn't ring true here. You look guilty, Rob."
