Perhaps if I hadn't been still feeling the effects of a long afternoon's drinking, I would have had more sense. I am certain that it was my drunkenness that caused me to make a mistake that no-one would have made sober, and which changed my relationship with my little sister forever. Then again, that could just be an excuse for me acting on a subconscious desire I had hidden for years.
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Mitch, tank-boy, Cooper and I had been out of the army for a week when we all met up for a drinking session at Coop's house. As usual, we went too far and I ended up staggering home far the worse for wear. And it was only early evening.
When I closed the front door and fell up the stairs, I could hear giggles coming from the brat's bedroom. Oh, no. The little cow had another of her soppy team-mates round.
Stacy was nearly ten years younger than I. In fact, she had only had her eighteenth birthday last month. As usual, Dad and Mum spoiled her rotten with a huge party and lavish gifts. She may be my little sister, but to me she was always "the brat." No matter how nice I was to her, she would always make some snotty comment and show me up. We just did not get along at all.
I swayed as the stairs spun about me and I had to steady myself with the banister. Taking a deep breath, I carefully placed one foot in front of the other and made my way up to my bedroom to lie down and take a nap.
As I passed the brat's bedroom door, I noticed it was slightly open and I could see Stacy and her friend limbering up. The brat was an immensely talented gymnast and was on the regional team, often bringing one of her team-mates home to have a sleep over. I usually hated the little airheads as much as I hated her; they were all self-centred little ego maniacs that believed all the bull she told them about me.
But the girl that was in there with Stacy tonight was stunning! She was a slim brunette with hair almost as long as the brat's. They were stretching and seemed to be practicing some of the positions that they would use in the contests. This vision was dressed, like my little sister, in a tiny pair of panties and a cut-off T-shirt that barely reached the bottom of her small breasts. I could not help but stare as she flexed and stretched her lithe body into graceful arcs that most girls would find impossible.
Then, she noticed me watching. Her beautiful face melted into the most wonderful smile and she winked at me. With a smooth, elegant swing, she lifted one foot behind her body and curled it around, bending backward until the flat of her sole touched the top of her head. She never wobbled in the least as she balanced perfectly on one leg and displayed her athletic ability to me.
My throat wasn't the only place to get a lump.
Dropping her long leg back to the floor, she moved forward and stepped out into the hallway. Behind her, I could see my little sister sat on the floor in the splits. Her legs were at one hundred and eighty degrees to each other and her forehead was touching her knee with her fingertips grazing her toe.
The girl circled me as I stood still and tried not to sway too much.
"Hi. Stacy's a dark horse. She didn't tell me her brother was such a muscle-bound hunk."
Looking up at the sound of her friend's voice, my little sister pulled a disgusted face, "Come away, Kim. He's a filthy perv that likes to spy on my friends!"
Kim's eyebrow raised and she gave me a beaming grin, "That so, hunk? Do you like to watch us work out?"
"Er..." I replied, displaying my vast conversational skills.
The brat got up and sauntered over to her doorway. "Eew! The slob's drunk, again! Still, it may improve his intelligence."
The brunette vision looked over her shoulder at the brat and flashed her a curious glance. Stacy smiled and folded her arms across her breast. That was when I noticed the small pink T-shirt she was wearing. It had the picture of a little black kitten holding a purse behind its back beneath the words, "Tight young pussy." Dad would freak if he saw it.
"I'm not saying he's dumb, but when he went for his I.Q. test in the army, he was stood outside for nearly two hours. He thought it was a test to see how long he could wait in line!"
The little cow used that joke on all her friends; she thought it was far funnier than it was.
"So, you were a big tough soldier, then?" Kim purred seductively, turning back to me as she stroked a finger over my shirt pocket. "Did you kill anyone?"
"Oh, he massacred a whole platoon single-handedly," pitched Stacy.
I frowned at her, wondering what she was up to, but Kim glanced back with a look of admiration so I remained silent.
"Really?"
"Oh, yeah. He took off his shoes and socks and his stinky feet wiped out the whole barracks!"
Kim dissolved into giggles and Stacy leant against the bedroom doorframe with a smug look of triumph on her face. I bristled with anger and embarrassment as I searched for a witty put down, but my inebriated state only left me able to blurt, "Well, I may have stinky feet, but at least I don't have the body of a fourteen year old!"
I regretted it the moment it left my lips, but by then it was too late. Stacy was hyper-sensitive about her figure and I had often walked in on her crying on mum's shoulder about the teasing she received at school. She was small for her age and had a willowy, slender body that was almost boyish from lack of feminine curves. What seemed to upset her the most were her tiny breasts; they looked like two small peaches upon her chest. It is quite common for some gymnasts to develop slowly, but Stacy's body seemed to linger a long way behind any of her team-mates'.
I felt like a total shit when her face screwed up and her lip trembled as she tried to hold back the tears.
"Stace..." I began, but she cut me off before I could finish.
"Drop dead, you rotten creep!" she wailed and spun around so fast that her long blonde ponytail whipped out behind her as she fled into her room. Turning to grasp the handle, she shot me a look of anguished betrayal and slammed her bedroom door so hard that the whole wall shook.
Kimberly winced at the loud bang and looked up into my eyes, once more. "That wasn't very nice," she said, but her tone was still flirting with me. "You're a very naughty boy."
Trailing her hand slowly down my chest, she reached the front of my jeans and cupped my crotch. Her smile broadened and she gave me a little squeeze. Then, with a wink, she opened the door to Stacy's room and silently mouthed the words "Call me." I could just see my little sister lying face down on the bed and sobbing into the crook of her arm, before Kimberly blew me a kiss and closed the door.
For a full minute, I stood perfectly motionless and stared at the space she had vacated. I could still feel the squeezing of her hand over my cock. Jeez, she was hot! I wanted to fuck her so bad that I had completely recovered from feeling down about taunting the brat. After all, she started it! It was typical of the kid to try to make fun of me in front of her friends. Well, she didn't get away with it this time.
I managed to walk in more or less a straight line back to my room and collapsed on my bed, thoughts of Kim running through my head. As I stripped off my clothes, I pictured allsorts of different positions I would be able to fuck that flexible nymph in!
Rubbing my aching cock, I finally succumbed to the affects of the beer and fell asleep.
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When I awoke, the room was in total darkness and the house was silent. I tried to focus my bleary eyes on the red numbers of my bedside clock. One fifteen in the morning. My head was spinning and I needed to pee really badly.
Groaning, I sat on the edge of the bed and pulled on my boxer shorts. Rubbing my mouth, which felt all thick and rubbery, I shambled to the bathroom and stood there swaying slightly as I relieved myself.
Memories of seeing Kim bend her leg up and touch her head made me begin to get aroused. The teenager had definitely been coming onto me and I was certain that I would get lucky with her. My cock was getting hard and I couldn't wait to fuck her.
Why wait? my alcohol muddled brain asked. She's in the room across the hall, so go in there and screw her. Can't, I silently replied to the voice in my head, Stacy is in there too. So be quiet, blockhead! She's asleep on the camp bed that Mum and Dad always insist she sets up. You know how they say it's only polite to let the guest sleep in the proper bed. You could fuck that pretty young thing and your sister would never know!
I couldn't argue with logic like that, so I took a deep breath and swayed over to the door of my little sister's bedroom. Turning the handle quietly, I pushed the door ajar and peeked in. The room was pitch black. I knew that the bed was only a pace or two away and Stacy had set up the camp bed on the other side of that, so I sneaked in and closed the door behind me without fear of tripping over the brat.