From the Diary of David:
Tonight was a first. I thought of my sister as I masturbated. Sure, there had been other nights where she had come across my mind, but tonight, all I thought about was her. It didn't take long to get excited with the mental picture I had of her in my mind.
She was wearing her little black shorts with "SEXY" written across the ass, and a tight red tank top. I imagined her asking me to take down the straps of her tank top with my teeth, while my hands massaged her ass. In my fantasy with my sister, she kept whispering in my ear that I was a bad boy and only she could tame me. I liked that a lot. She threw me down on the floor and straddled me, her scantily clad pussy grinding against my erection. I buried my face in her tits and her hands grabbed hold of my cock and started stroking my shaft.
The actual sight in my room wasn't nearly as romantic as what I was picturing. My pajama bottoms were around my ankles as I knelt on my carpeted floor. I grasped a wad of tissue in my left hand, waiting for my cum, while my right hand was busy stroking my cock. How badly I wanted it to be my sisters' hand, or even better, her mouth. I was breathing heavily with each stroke, and occasionally her name would escape my mouth.
I'm not exactly sure at what point she walked into my room, but I wish she would have joined me instead of just watched. "What do you think you're doing?" she asked, and I came. Screaming her name, I came into my wad of tissue, which at this point was shredded because of my grip. My sister had caught me masturbating, which in itself wasn't all that bad. But she had caught me thinking of her.
My eyes jerked open, and I slowly looked over at my sister. Beads of sweat dripped down my face, as my cock emptied out into the tissue in my hand. 'What am I gonna do,' I thought. 'What is she going to do? I hope she doesn't tell Mom and Dad.'
With my shaft still in my hand but quickly losing its stiffness, I just regained my composure and stared at my sister. It was all I could do.
--- 3 months ago ---
Lately, the more I look at Amber, the more I realize just how pretty she is. I probably shouldn't think of her this way because she's my sister, but it's true. Her body, her smile, her personality...perfect. I don't know why she's single, but I like it that way. Now, I'm the only man in her life besides Dad...but he wouldn't notice her the way I do.
Being two years apart, we have always been as close as siblings can be. There are fights, and the times that we act like we hate each other. But when it comes down to it, there is a loving bond that exists between Amber and me. We became closer as we got older, and for some reason, I started noticing more things about her than I ever had. Her full pouty lips that glistened from her lip gloss. How thick and rich her chestnut hair was. The way her fingernails and toenails always matched. I didn't know why, but I couldn't help studying her body. Luckily for me, she'll be home more often now that she graduated college...until she finds her own place.
Then it happened...
The first time she entered my mind while I had my cock in my hand drove me crazy. Her body, well her feet, was the last thing I imagined before I came. I didn't know what to make of it. Why had my sister, of all people, invaded my mind while I was pleasing myself? I tried to shrug it off and tell myself it was an accident.
Little by little, however, she crept into my mind more and more while I was masturbating. It might sound weird to you, but the orgasms I had picturing my sister were the best. Every time I came thinking of her, my knees would buckle and I fell to the floor. That hadn't happened since the first time I explored myself. She's the reason that I make sure I'm kneeling every time I jerk off.
--- 2 months ago ---
Wow. Well tonight I did something I can't take back. While everyone was out of the house, I masturbated in my sister's room. It didn't take long at all for me to climax. With the fear of getting caught and her perfume filling the air, I was just about done the second I walked through her door. No one's going to know though. Not now at least. Not until I see if she has feelings for me.
The next morning I wasn't able to look at my sister the same way, and I think she knew something was up.
"What's with you today?" she asked.
When I get nervous, I tend to stutter a little bit.
"W-what d-do you mean? N-nothing's wrong," I lied. (See what I mean about stuttering?)
"You just seem...off," she replied. "Like you did something wrong and you're not telling me."
"Well, uhh yeah, I mean no. I d-didn't do anything wrong," I blurted.
"Then could you please stop looking at me like that?"
I don't think she bought any of what I said. Who would though? I've never been good at lying, and this was a situation where the ability to lie was very important. I wanted to tell her what had happened, but she wouldn't have understood. I still don't understand why I did it. I still don't understand why I'm getting these kinds of feelings all of a sudden. 'Maybe it's just a phase,' I tell myself.
I really need to learn how to lie...
--- 1 month ago ---
I think she might be on to me.
I thought masturbating in her room had been bad enough. This time I stole a pair of her flip flops...while everyone was home. Part of me wanted to get caught so everything would be out in the open. Part of me was glad that I wasn't caught...well not completely caught.
When I came home from work, everyone was downstairs. My sister looked beautiful. She was lying down on the couch wearing a pair of guys' gym shorts (were they mine?), which looked really sexy on her, and a white tank top. I think that's what made me want to sneak into her room. I was turned on, and she, along with my parents, was downstairs.
I started to climb the stairs, but needed to take one more look at her. My mom called up at me, "Are you going to watch some TV with us David?"
Damn. "Yeah, I'll be down in a few minutes Ma," I yelled as I headed up to my room.
Amber's room is across the hall from mine. I kicked open my door and threw my bag in there, not caring where it landed. I needed to act fast if I wanted to take something from her room. In a couple months, she would be in her own place, and I wanted something to remember her by.
Her door was closed, like it always was, and I had to quickly push it open in order to avoid the loud creaking sound her hinges made (a trick I learned when I masturbated in her room.) As the door flew open, her perfume hit me in the face, and I got that feeling in my knees again. Shit.
Get in.
