Ron Phillips sat on his parent's couch flipping the channels with the remote, trying to find something worth watching on a Sunday morning. He had gotten home from college a week before and was just enjoying his summer. Ron's eighteen year old sister, Trish, had just a few more days until her graduation from high-school.
Ever since they were teenagers, he'd always had a crush on his younger sister. Ron had noticed from the moment he arrived home that his sister had really filled out well while he was away. Trish started to develop early and she had always had a great body, but now it was more womanly. Her curves were still subtle around the hips, but her breasts were fuller and rounder while she still retained her tight ass and flat belly.
Just then, Ron heard a noise and turned towards the stairs in time to see his sister tying the belt on her short robe.
"Mornin', bro," Trish said as she passed by him in the living room on her way to the kitchen.
"Mornin' to you too," Ron replied.
"Where're mom and dad?"
"They left for Aunt Meg and Uncle John's this morning, remember?" Ron answered.
"Yeah, it's coming back to me now," Trish said as she sat down in the big stuffed chair right across from Ron with a bowl of cereal.
"Got any plans for today?" Ron asked.
"I gotta study for a psychology final tomorrow. So after I eat, I'm gonna take a shower and study in my room," Trish spoke between mouthfuls of cereal.
"Oh, then I'll try not to disturb you," Ron said looking over at Trish. She was setting in the chair with both feet on the floor and her knees apart enough for Ron to see the color of the panties she was wearing.
"Awww, thanks bro, you're so sweet," Trish said smiling sweetly at her brother. "So, what's on?"
Trish set her cereal bowl on the end table and slouched down in the big chair as she looked at the television. This simple move accomplished three things. First, it caused the belt on Trish's robe to loosen, making the top half of her robe fall to the sides of her breasts.
Second, the downward motion of her hips in the chair had caused Trish's panties to stretch tight over her slit, which Ron could clearly see as Trish's legs had also fallen farther apart. Her entire slit was clearly visible through the thin, white panties (thong? G-string?) and it was obvious to Ron that his sister shaved. ("Is that a damp spot I see?")
And finally, since Ron had gotten up before Trish, he had already showered and had just pulled on a pair of sweatpants. His dick had started to harden inside his sweatpants, and he knew it was only just a matter of time before he'd be sporting a tent in his pants if he didn't look away soon or think about something else. To make matters worse, Trish arched her back and stretched her arms. In doing so, she pushed her breasts out from the robe. Ron noticed that she was wearing a nearly paper-thin white tank top. Ron could also see Trish's hard nipples poking out proudly from under the shirt.
"Her nipples seemed to always be hard," Ron thought to himself.
The whole time, Trish's eyes never left the television. It was almost like she knew that Ron was looking at her and she didn't want to catch him. Thankfully, just as the main pole was about to rise the tent, Trish stood up.
"Well, I'm gonna take my shower and hit the books," Trish said, "Have a good day," Trish smiled as she went upstairs.
Ron's dick continued to grow to its full six and a half inches inside his sweatpants though. "Thank the stars she's gone," Ron muttered to himself as he pulled the elastic waistband of his sweatpants out with the thumb of his left hand, slipped his right hand inside and stroked his dick six or seven times before adjusting it.
It wasn't unusual for Trish to stay home all day and study. Not only was she the beauty of her class, she was the brains too. An honor student all the way through high-school, Trish had no qualms about putting school before her social activities. Ron contemplated going into the downstairs bathroom and jerking off, but he decided against it. He really enjoyed the intense orgasms he had at night jerking off after he'd been horny all day. So instead, he continued to flip through the channels, settling on a rerun of an old favorite movie, and tried to actually concentrate on it.
At the top of the stairs, Trish had stopped and stood quietly looking down and watching her brother. She stood with her hand to her mouth as she witnessed him pulling his sweatpants out with one hand, completely exposing himself to her from her vantage point, and stroke it a few times before he put it away.
"Damn, he's fine," she whispered under her heavy breaths while fully aware how wet she was between the legs. Quietly, she slipped down the hall and into the bathroom.
Trish knew Ron had been checking her out for the past two years. The first time she noticed, she thought it was rather odd that here own bother was looking at her that way. He was a hunk and the girls flocked around him. So why would he be looking at his own sister like that? Soon, though, it started to turn Trish on and she began to subtly, but purposefully, tease him. She had gotten more daring as time went by, but always remembered to never let on to Ron that she knew he was watching her. She found herself missing Ron more and more every time he came home, then left again for school. This last semester her body had changed since the last time he had seen her, and Trish had decided this summer, at every opportunity, she was going to show him more than he'd ever seen before.
By now, Trish's panties were soaked. She nearly tore her clothes off in the bathroom and jumped into the shower stall. Immediately, she went to work with both fingers and the shower massage head.
Ron's dick had finally gone down, and after three hours of watching television and two cans of soft drink, Ron had to take a piss. He decided to use the upstairs bathroom so he could get a magazine out of his room. He turned down the hall and noticed Trish's bedroom door was open. As he passed by her door, he glanced in and immediately stopped. Trish was sitting up in her bed with her back against the wall. In her hands, she held her psychology book and appeared to be reading. Her legs were bent with her feet on the edge of the bed. The book leaned back against her spread thighs and once again, Ron had a clear view of his sister's panty-covered crotch. The thin material was stretched tightly over her outlined slit. Ron stood for a moment just staring. After a minute, Trish looked up over her book.
"What's up?" she asked, bringing Ron out of his daze.
"Uhhh, nothing," Ron stumbled. "I, uh, just was gonna ask how everything was going and if you were alight?"
"Awww, thanks. Everything's great," Trish smiled. She put down her book and stood up. Ron could now see Trish was wearing a tight, white t-shirt and apparently nothing else underneath. Her nipples clearly stood out against her top. "I'm gonna use the bathroom and maybe get a drink," she said as she walked past Ron. He turned to watch her go and noticed her panties were nothing more than a g-string. He could easily see the thin string coming out of the crack of her gorgeous ass.
As Trish was about to go into the bathroom, Ron called to her. "Trish, ummm, what do you want to drink and I'll get it for you while you're in there."
"You will? Ok then, Pepsi," she smiled back at Ron. "And thanks, you're being so sweet to me, bro. I'll have to think of a way to repay you."
While Ron was thinking getting her a drink would be an excuse to come back up here and maybe get more glimpses of his sexy sister, Trish was thinking that she had to give Ron credit. He had managed to leave her alone for three hours, but after her display downstairs this morning, she was sure he'd be coming back for more. She decided to turn up the heat a little. Getting back to her room first, Trish removed her t-shirt and dug in her dresser drawer. She pulled out another t-shirt. This one was also white and tight, but it had been cut off at the bottom. Trish stood in front of her dresser with her back to the doorway. She slipped her arms into the shirt, but held it at her waist and giggled. Trish knew her reflection in the big dresser mirror would be visible to Ron if he stood in the doorway. She waited until she heard him coming back up the stairs, then raised her arms above her head and began slipping the shirt down over her head. Trish heard Ron stop in the doorway to her room.
As Ron entered Trish's room, he saw her standing in front of him with a t-shirt over her head. He was about to say something when he caught her reflection in the dresser mirror. He nearly dropped Trish's drink. His sister's breasts were fully exposed as she struggled to get her t-shirt down over her head. His glimpse only lasted about three seconds before Trish pulled her shirt down, but Ron thought her breasts were exquisite. They were round and firm looking, with small areola and nipples that protruded about a half an inch. When she pulled the shirt down, Ron saw that it was only half a shirt.
Trish turned around and smiled at Ron. "It was getting hot in here, so I decided to change." Ron just stood there, dumfounded. "Is that for me?" Trish asked as she pointed. Ron looked down and was horrified to see that his cock was fully erect and tenting his sweatpants straight out. He was about to say something until he noticed that Trish was pointing to the can of Pepsi in his hand.
"Uhh, yeah," Ron said holding the can out to her. Trish stepped up and took the can from Ron. She appeared to not even notice the massive erection he was sporting.
"Thanks," she smiled at him and lightly touched his hand as she took the drink can from him. She walked over and hopped back up on her bed. Her tits lightly bounced beneath the cut off shirt that barely covered them. "Guess I'll get back to the books, unless you needed me for something?"
"Uhh, no, I'll leave you alone then," Ron said as he stepped out of the room.
Trish smiled knowingly to herself behind her book. She really had him horny now, and she was getting that way herself. Trish rolled over on her stomach and pretended to read. If only he knew she had already taken her psychology final.
Ron wanted to go and jerk off so badly now, but he forced himself not to do it. He told himself that later that night, he would explode in a powerful orgasm which would be his most intense ever. It was a full thirty minutes before his cock returned to normal. He went to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator door. It was now around three-thirty and he was getting hungry.
