To say it started innocently would be a lie. My sister probably believes that's the way it began but truth be told I was really looking for a way to get in her pants. I was tired of her teasing and prancing around. Crystal has the kind of body that doesn't quit; from the age of 14 she turned grown men's heads and got catcalls whenever she was out in public. She loved to wear revealing clothes and dress like a total slut. My own grandmother said 'she'll be knocked up by 15'. And it's a miracle she made it to 18 not pregnant. The only reason I can figure is that she is so shy, very naïve and my parents didn't allow her to date.
Crystal is 5'1 and about 95 pounds. She is a tight little package from years of dance and soccer. She has long blonde hair that she loves to have tugged. She is a C-cup with the perkiest nipples and the finest round ass. All of her delicious assets she loves to show off by wearing short skirts, tight jean shorts, tight cutesy t-shirts and halter-tops. She loves to wear those cloggy sandals with 4-inch soles that make her 5'8 and ready to fall over.
I'm her perverted older brother of 20. I'm about 5'10 and 175 pounds dripping wet and have a 7 1/2 inch cock. I had a job but lost it because my boss' assistant wanted his son to work there and gave him my job. I've applied at a couple of colleges but haven't been accepted on account of some trouble I got into selling hot stereos. My girlfriend of two years left me as she "Didn't see us going anywhere". Whatever the hell that means!
Well back to sis. I had secretly dreamed about tapping her tight young pussy and introducing her to the fine art of sucking cock. I had beat off to her pictures, thoughts of her sucking my cock, and sliding her hot little body up and down on my cock about a hundred times when I said enough is enough. But I didn't have an 'In'. I couldn't find a way to break down her defenses and make it appear that I wasn't a letch and that it happened through normal exploration. We didn't talk much so I couldn't approach her that way. I was about to give up any hope of making my move on her when I caught a lucky break.
It was about 3:30-3:45 and my parents weren't due home for a couple of hours when Crystal was home from school and running around the house looking for her dance clothes when she came banging into my room. She thought our mom had misplaced her dance gear in my clothes pile and she wanted to see if by chance I had it. I knew wear they were but enjoyed the view of her traipsing through my room in a pair of leopard print panties and a pink half shirt that read, "My Boyfriend Is Out Of Town". She had her hair done up in a pony tail and she meant business.
"Rickie, You seen my dance leotard? I can't find it anywhere," she blurted in a huff.
I was lying on my bed reading an article in "Popular Science" on jet propulsion when I looked to see her standing on her toes to look at the top shelf of my closet. Not really, I had a copy of Hustler's Barely Legal and was reading about the centerfold's first time with her uncle called "Secret Lover". He had met her in a bar after his divorce from her aunt and they had become lovers in a torrid affair. I was wearing only a pair of basketball shorts because it was hot and my body glistened with a light sweat.
Crystal's legs are taut and beautifully proportioned and as she strained to see if her leotard was in my closet her butt muscle tightened and relaxed, catching her panties between her ass cheeks and letting them go. From behind, I could see between her legs and her panties were slightly askew and I saw the outer lip of her little pussy. She huffed again and turned sideways to look at me for help. With that I tossed the magazine under my bed and sat up.
"No, I haven't seen it," I stated matter-of-factly as I noticed the lower half of her right breast sneaking out from beneath her half shirt.
"Damn, I'm going to be late," she moaned and began looking around the room as if it might be anywhere.
I laughed at her investigative skills and her predicament. Who needs a porno mag when your sister has a hot body like Crystal's and she is stretching and preening around your room. Frowning, she spun back round and went to my dresser drawers and began rifling through them. As she did, she bent over and pointed her delectable ass back at me.
Having not found them in my top drawers, she bent down and looked through the bottom ones. She was now in one of my favorite poses. With her knees bent and outward, she rested on her feet. Her ass and crotch was spread and I admired the roundness of her ass cheeks. I had to contain myself from getting up behind her and running my hands down between her open legs to play with her clit, tight little pussy, and asshole. I couldn't see her tight little snatch but my mind's eye was drawing a pretty little picture.
I decided to try something desperate. Desperate enough to get me kicked out of my family but also desperate enough to possibly work. I stood up and playful cleared my throat.
"Ahumm," I coughed and put my hands on my hips, thrusting out my chest. Crystal heard me and pivoted slightly on her heels to look up at me. She shook her head and gestured at my weirdness.
"What's up with you?" she remarked and turned to look for her leotard.
"You have invaded my personal space and for that, you must pay the penalty," I kidded in a gruff, Old English tone.
"What the hell does that mean?" she retorted, obviously not amused and preoccupied with her clothing, even though she was barely clothed.
"It means you must," I stated and stopped. I held for a dramatic pause and then added, "It means you must beat me in deadly hand to hand combat or die an excruciating death." Taking a step back, I struck a Bruce Lee pose and with my left hand challenged her to step forward.
"Whatever dork," she laughed as she looked back and up at me. He rolled her eyes and turned back to my sport shirt drawer.
"What do you think? I took your dance leotard so I could wear it around my room when no one is around?" I asked, still holding my fighting pose.
Crystal didn't even bother to turn around and giggled, "I wouldn't put it past you."
"Oh, you invade my personal space and then you insult me, its time to pay and pay you will," I announced and stepped up behind her and bumped her forward with my hips to the back of her head and shoulders. Crystal toppled forward slightly but regained her balance.
She giggled and mocked, "Oh I'm Soooo scared." I did it again, slightly harder and she almost went over. "Cut it out dipshit,' she cursed, half laughing, half annoyed. She huffed, as she knew her dance stuff wasn't in this set of drawers.
"Who's going to make me," I challenged, acting more like a 12 year old than a 19 year old but that was my plan. I wanted to get Crystal into a friendly wrasslin' match so I could play with her goodies.
"You are such a nerd," she said as she got to her feet, turned to me, and stuck out her tongue. Her half top was askew and she patted it down into place and I checked out her wonderfully full eraser-tip nipples poking against the fabric.
Her eyes were looking past me as she scanned my room for any hint of her dance clothing. She was purposely looking through me as if I wasn't there, trying to ignore my sophomoric antics.
'"Oh now you've done it," I bellowed as I looked down at her leopard panties and admired how they had been captured between her delicate young pussy lips. A captivating slit ran about an inch and a half along the panties.
"Oh what now, geek boy," she retorted as she tried to step aside me and over to an end table I have next to my king sized bed. There is a drawer there and she figured to leave no stone unturned.
I put out my hand and held her at arms length. My right hand cupping her shoulder though it wanted to cup and massage lower. "Stop right there, or I will be forced to use swift and deadly force," I stated sternly.
"Get away loser," Crystal said as she tried to remove my arm with a swing of hers.
She missed as I pulled my arm back and dropped my hips and reached forward with my left arm and slid it between her legs, wrapping my left hand onto the small of her back. With my right arm I shifted my body so it caught the back of her head and I lifted her off the ground upside down in my arms. She was now hang in front of me, in a slanted, standing 69 and her arms began to flail about.
'"Stop it, you idiot," she yelled as she sensed her predicament, then noticed her shirt had slipped downward exposing all of one and a good half of her other breast. She stopped flailing to fix her clothing and begged not to be dropped on her head. Playing with her, I shook her up and down and watched as she tried to keep her dignity and breasts covered. Her eyes searched mine to see what I had planned. I was enjoying her plight and the warmness of her young pussy rubbing on the crook of my left elbow.
"You want me to put you down?" I asked as I watched her face begin to turn red.
She yelled 'yes', as her right hand held her top up and her left hand tried to grab onto my shoulder to keep her from falling to the ground.
"Okay," I joked and pretended to drop her from my standing position. Her eyes flew open wide and her mouth did the same. I quickly re caught her and laughed at her surprise. "You aren't getting away that easy," I told her. I walked over to my bed and set her down on her head and shoulders, with her ass in the air. She looked relieved but soon realized I had other intentions. Now I have done things like this in the past with girlfriends and just commenced to screw our brains out but this was my young teenage sister so I had to move more slowly and more deliberatively.
Taking my right arm from behind her head I steadied her on her shoulders by grabbing her left hip and taking my left hand, I smacked her hard on her bare left butt cheek.
