First a little about me. I am 29, closing in fast on that dreadful 30th birthday. I am a little better than average looking, my once firm body has began it's southern sag - but not with any speed. I am about 5'10", 185 pounds, dark brown eyes and hair (althought there is some faint hint that salt and pepper is not so far in my future).
I live a relatively routine life - I go to work every day, have some hobbies, date cute girls, hang out with buddies, etc. I do well in work, own a home, have a nice car and can afford nice things. It tool a lot of work to get here.
What I have noticed in the past few years is the excitement being drained from my life. I used to be fun!!!
I used to stay out late and drink like a fish... only to stumble in to work the next day.
I used to enjoy the "thrill of the hunt" every time I targeted a new girl for seduction.
I used to be wreckless and carefree.
But as with any adult, things change and your focus shifts to more lofty goals.
I live far away from where I grew up, and as luck would have it my younger sister, Haley, was looking at coming all the way across the country to go to the university that is in my town. However, first she wanted to come visit the city and campus to make sure that it was the right decision.
So, being the nice, however absent, brother that I am, I agreed to take a couple of days off and have her visit for an extended weekend.
Now, as you can imagine, I have not spent much time with my kid sister. I am close to 30 and she was barely 18 years old. I have been out of the house since she was a scrawny young girl that practically looked like a boy with long hair. I have not even seen her in over 2 years as business kept me busy around the holidays and I could not travel.
I picked Haley up at the airport on a Friday evening... she had been waiting for over an hour because I got stuck late at work. All of her bags (2 for a long weekend!) were with her curbside as I pulled up.
As I pulled in next to her and got out my mouth wanted to drop hard and fast... she had turned into something I do not remember her being... HOT!
I realized that she was no longer an 8 year old little girl. She was still short at about 5'2". She was also thin, weighing in at no more than 100 pounds. However, she had an incredible body crammed into that little package.
She was wearing skin tight jeans that accentuated the evolution of her leg in to the perfect bubble of an ass. Her pink baby tee shirt gripped her rock hard stomach like plastic wrap - and also supported what were clearly large b-cup breasts (bra free). Her nipples were erect from the cold air, and without a bra they protruded visibly through the thin cotton tee.
I quickly scolded my inner horn dog and gave my sister a long hug. She was cold from sitting outside waiting for me. We loaded up and chatted the entire way back to my house... we covered every subject possible.. it was nice to talk to her and learn what had been going on in her life.
As we drove and talked I could not stop my eyes from jetting over the various curves of her nubile young body. I had to fight like a pit bull to quell the erection that was trying its best to give me away.
Once back to my house we unloaded and I took her into the guest room where she would be staying. She immediately came and gave me a big hug, her nipples pressing into my chest. I hugged her back and she gave me a slightly prolonged peck on the lips.
"I'm going to take a hot shower" she said.
"OK - I'm going to grab a beer and sit my ass on the couch"
She hurried off to the bathroom that was in my bedroom because it had the bigger shower with the nice waterfall like head on it.
I settled onto the couch and had a beer and flicked on the television. I stared straight at it, but all I saw in my mind was Haley's nipples poking through her shirt... her perfect ass fighting to tear out of the tight denim that was covering her ass... the feel of her lips against mine, not matter how innocent the intent.
I grew hard in my pants and decided that maybe I would have to take a shower of my own when she got out so I could relieve the tension what was building quickly in my aching balls.
I stood up after about 15 minutes and walked back into my bedroom. The bathroom door was shut and I could hear the water still going.
I was about to yell through the door to her in an effort to get her to cut it short when I heard a slight whimper through the door..
I leaned in closer and heard another whimper, then another.
Soon it was clear what she was doing inside. I listened to her for what seemed like a lifetime... soft whimpers and moans coaxing my erection into full gear. My eyes closed as I imagined her sitting on the tile bench with her legs spread and her head pushed back as the water flows over her body.
I fought the urge to reach into my pants, knowing that I had already crossed the line by leaning in and listening to her.
Luckily my internal masturbation debate was ended with four or five louder whimpers and and an "ooohhh fuck" that indicated to me that Haley was in the middle of a muscle clenching orgasm.
Shortly after that I heard the water turn off and I stomped my feet in place as thought I was walking into the room.
"Haley?"
"Yeah John?" She sang back with a new pep in her voice.
"You have a nice shower sweetie?" I asked with a smile the size of Texas spreading accross my face.
"You have no idea" was all she replied.
"Make room, I need one as well"
She opened the door and came out with her hair in a towel and another wrapped around her body. He neck was red and blotchy and I asked her about it..
"It's the hot water... um.. it makes me turn a little blotchy" she managed to stumble as a look of embarassment washed over her face, followed by an awkward smile.
I looked at her for a second and said only "uh huh... sure" and then walked by her with a smile.
I jumped in the shower eagerly. The hot water washed accross my body and I immediately wrapped my soap slicked hand around my hard cock and began stroking myself gently to the thought of my naked sister... I just could not help myself. It took me only seconds as I had not released tension in almost a week.
I shot a gigantic load of cum directly onto the ceramic bench that I had imagined her sitting on. Had she still been sitting there, the stream would have drenched her breasts and stomach.
I clean up quickly and got out - drying and dressing in record speed.
I entered the living room to Haley sitting on the couch covered by a blanket, a fire going strong in the fireplace, candles lit, and Jack Johnson playing on my stereo. She had liberated a bottle of wine from my collection and there were two glasses on the table.
