It's tough having a sexy older sister.
Growing up, she was always the center of everyone's attention. She was perfect at everything she did and everybody wanted to be around her. Even when my friends came over to our house, they could never stop gawking at her despite my objections. My sister never did me any favors either, as she loved to lounge around the house in shorts and a tshirt for them to drool over.
Fast forward several years later; I was still living at home attending a local college, and my sister moved out to attend a far away university to experience something new in life.
She would always return home for the summer because she likes the heat where we live, and she always had the same routine. Tanning sessions in the morning was like therapy to her. She loved the sun and she loved hot weather. Neither of us expected for our relationship to change, but it did...
It was early Monday morning, our parents were both at work, and it was another blazing hot day outside. All things considered, my older sister must have been tanning in the backyard as usual.
Spying on Ashley was never a proud moment for me. It was just something that happened over time. I always blamed it on her for flaunting her sexy body around during hot summer days. Last year was the final straw for me when she became accustomed to wearing small bikini when we were home alone together. Since then, I was hooked.
I got out of bed and my timing was perfect. There she was; laying on a beach blanket in our backyard. The sun was shining on her perfectly tanned skin, and she was completely oblivious to the fact that she was being spied on by her perverted younger brother.
Her body was completely sprawled. She wore a skimpy pink bikini along with thick sun glasses, and nothing else. Her earphones were on and her feet were moving along to the music she was listening to.
Any man would be completely aroused looking at a beautiful sight like that. I know I was.
Then out of the corner of my eye, I noticed it. Mr. Jenkins, our neighbor from the other side of our yard, was also watching my sister from his balcony.
'What the fuck?!' I thought to myself. 'Come on Ashley, that perverted neighbor of ours is looking right at you!'
My thoughts went unheard and she kept on laying there. I couldn't believe that a well respected member of our community and my former professor (from last semester) would be doing something like this. It was as if he was infringing on my territory. Spying on Ashley during her summer tanning sessions was my job, and my job alone.
Ashley wasn't making things any easier as she stretched her arms like she just woke up. Her arms and legs spread wide open like a butterfly and she moved them around. For the first time since I ever started spying on her, she reached to her chest and briefly massaged her breasts. It looked like she was simply adjusting her bikini, but if I didn't know any better, I'd say she was doing it out of pleasure.
She kept on massaging them in the open space of our backyard until she decided she had enough and headed back inside the house.
*** SECRET THINGS / SECRET FANTASIES ***
After I washed up for the morning, I came downstairs for breakfast. My sister was sitting by the kitchen counter top eating granola cereal and catching up on her favorite reality tv shows. On hot days when we were home alone, she never bothered to cover herself. She was still in her bikini.
"What's up sis?" I said playfully.
Her eyes stayed glued to the television as she ate. "Nothing much. I'm trying to figure out which side to root for. These women are nasty, I love it!"
My eyes quickly glossed over her tanned skin, and her legs which were sculpted from years of playing volleyball. I got my food and sat next to her as always.
"Whatever floats your boat."
"Hey, everyone is allowed a guilty pleasure every once and a while," she said. "By the way, I'm going out with my friends later. We're going to the beach."
"That's not a bad idea. I'm going out with friends also, but honestly, I think I'd rather hang out with your girlfriends. They always look good on hot days if you know what I mean."
She laughed, "Tank tops, shorts jeans, flip flops- yeah I know what you mean. They always dress for the occasion."
"So do you obviously," I said as I quickly looked at her.
"Did you just check me out?"
I turned my attention back to my food. "What? Don't get crazy."
"I know you were. I saw your eyes glance at my legs when you said that. You're not as slick as you think you are."
"Keep dreaming sis. That's gross. Besides, you're the one being inappropriate wearing a bikini inside the house. I mean, who does that besides you?"
A grin suddenly appeared on her face. "You know, I wasn't going to make a big deal about it, but I saw you peeping on me while I was tanning in the backyard. My sun glasses were on, but my eyes were wide open. So now who's the inappropriate one?"
"Jeez. You knew?"
She nodded. "Every time since last summer."
"Oh god," I groaned. "What did you expect? You're always showing off your body and you're the hottest girl in town. I'm not proud of doing it, but whatever."
"It's always fun making you squirm," she said with a mischievous smile. "You always get so uptight and nervous when you think you're about to get in trouble."
"Very funny. By the way, just so you know, I caught Mr. Jenkins spying on you today. I'm surprised you didn't notice him as well."
"Oh...well...I'll look out for that next time..."
She sounded unusually coy and I immediately figured out why.
"You knew that Mr. Jenkins was watching you, didn't you?" I asked directly. "That's why you're so tense all of a sudden."
Ashley squinted her eyes and gave me a mean look. "That's really none of your business. You shouldn't have been spying on me in the first place."
"So...my smart & classy older sister is a secret exhibitionist huh?"
"Stop being so smug," she snapped. "I like showing off my body sometimes. So what?"
"Calm down sis," I replied gently. "I wasn't judging you or anything. I find it a little surprising, that's all."
"Fine. Sorry if I was starting to sound like a real bitch. But no one knows about this. You're the first person that I've admitted this to."
"About what? Your exhibitionist tendencies?"
She suddenly flashed a stern look. "Are you mocking me?"
"That came out wrong. I definitely wasn't mocking you."
"Good. And I don't want you thinking of me as some kind of dirty slut either. I work my ass off in school and I've been with less than 6 guys in my entire life. I'm a perfectly normal human being and I don't want you looking down on me."
"I don't think you're a slut at all," I replied. "We're all human beings and we all have our needs in certain areas. Trust me, I understand that more than anyone."
"Plus I think the whole exhibitionist thing is kind of hot," I playfully noted.
"You do?" she smiled. "And what exactly do you like about it?"
"I don't know. I guess I find it sexy when a woman knows exactly what she wants. You know, that she's in tune with her inner most desires. I've never really thought about why I like it, other than it fills the internet with tons of free nude pics."
She laughed, "That's definitely one benefit for men. But you're right about women knowing what they want. The same goes for male exhibitionists. People enjoy showing off and exposing themselves because of the rush that it gives. It's harmless and exciting. So why not?"
"You sound like you know a thing or two about other exhibitionists," I said with an eyebrow raised.
"Anything you want to share?"
She smiled, "Maybe...I might be a member of an internet forum with other similar-minded people."
I was caught off guard and I immediately wanted to know more. "Well aren't you going to tell me which website? I might have been there before."
Her phone rang and she answered it. After a minute of talking, she hung up and turned her attention back towards me.
"I need to get going now," she said before putting her finger on my lips. "And remember, this conversation stays strictly between us. I don't want any of your nerdy friends knowing about this. Got it?"
I nodded to her while her finger still pressed tightly on my lip.
She winked. "Good."
With that said, she picked up her empty bowl and put it in the sink. My eyes stayed on her ass when she turned off the television and quickly headed up the stairs to get dressed.
The conversation we had was all I thought about for the rest of the day.
We had a nice family dinner that evening like we always did, and Ashley & I acted completely normal around each other. I wasn't sure if she was hiding the awkwardness between us or if she just carefree about the whole thing. It was always difficult to try and figure out her feelings because she was always happy and easy going about life.
I laid in bed that night wondering if we were ever going to continue our conversation. At the very least, I wondered if she was going to change her summer routine and the clothes she wore.
*** EXHIBITIONISM, VOYEUR & ME ***
Tuesday morning and my sister wasn't in the backyard at her usual time despite the hot weather. A part of me felt disappointed, especially since I woke up extra early to see her, but I wasn't upset over it.
I went downstairs and Ashley was there eating breakfast. She was dressed more conservatively this time, which by her standards meant that she was wearing a tshirt and shorts.
"You look like shit," she joked when she saw me.
"Thanks. It takes a lot of effort to look like this. I'm just a little a sleepy, that's all."
"Is it because you were trying to spy on me again?" she asked with an eyebrow raised.
"Of course not. What makes you say that?"
"I heard your footsteps upstairs. You were walked towards the window so you could see me in the backyard again."
"Nice try setting me up," I replied, trying to reverse the situation. "But you have no idea what I was doing upstairs."
"Don't deny it. You're caught red handed. On second thought, I don't think you've had a chance to use your hands yet to..."
"Okay, not another word. Jeez, you're really giving me a hard time about this."
I got my food and sat down next to her.
"I'm just teasing you," she said in a more serious tone. "I think it's great that you're into this whole thing."
"Really? What do you mean?"
A shy look appeared on her face, "I'm talking about exhibitionism, voyeur...and me. I didn't expect you to be fascinated with any of that."
"Yeah, well most guys are fascinated with all three of those things you've mentioned," I replied, trying not to show my embarrassment.
"You're not most guys. You're my little brother and I actually care what you think. So, have you thought about what we discussed yesterday?"
"Kind of. It's not something I could easily forget about my big sister."
"Interesting," she noted. "Have you ever had any urges to do something like that yourself? You know, have you ever wanted to show off your body to complete strangers?"
"I'm pretty sure I would be arrested if I did that," I joked. "Only pretty girls are allowed to do it."
She laughed, "You're probably right. But seriously, it's a real thrill for a lot of people. It's hard to explain to someone who's never felt it, but it's a serious adrenaline rush."
"You sound like you really enjoy this whole thing."
"Sure I do. But it's not like I do it all the time. I don't go around flashing people or putting on a show for perverts. But if I'm minding my own business and I notice that someone is secretly watching me, then I don't mind being a tease. It's like a compulsion. My body is aching to do it."
"I've never heard it put like that before," I replied in awe.
She smiled, "Well you've never talked to an exhibitionist before. There are a lot of people who feel this way and can only express their feelings online. So now you know more about my little secret."
"And I promise never to tell anyone. This all sounds so surreal to hear. I mean, obviously everyone knows about exhibitionism, but there's a dirty stigma to it. Everyone's got their own little kinks in life. This is just something that certain people enjoy doing."
Her eyes lit up, "Exactly! I'm so glad you understand. People have a natural urge to break taboos. The biggest turn-ons people have are when sexual taboos are broken. It's human nature."
"Now everything makes sense," I said jokingly. "All those years of you teasing my friends with your skimpy outfits. No wonder you seemed so excited doing that."
"I always aim to please."
"Apparently so. You have no idea how much they still talk about you. They were bummed when they found out you moved to a different college."
"Women always know when men are lusting after them," she replied smoothly.
"I figured that out a long time ago sis."
"You've still got a lot to learn if you want to know more about women. Trust me on that."
"I believe you."
She paused and thought for a moment. "What are you doing this afternoon? Got any plans?"
"Let's go to the mall later," she smiled. "I'll probably regret this, but I think we can do something fun together."
*** VOYEUR & EXHIBITIONISM ***
We sat in the food court of the local mall eating pizza and drinking soda. Ashley was dressed in a tank top and a short skirt, with flip-flops on her feet.
"So what's the big plan today?" I asked. "I hope you didn't just trick me to go shopping with you."
"What's the matter? You don't like the pizza here?" she said playfully.
"I like pizza everywhere at anytime."
"I'm not wearing any panties," she said with a mischievous look.
I nearly froze in my seat. Even on a day as hot as this, I felt like my muscles turned into ice for a split second and my jaw nearly dropped.
"Very funny. You almost had me fooled. You're kidding right?"
She shook her head, "Nope. I'm totally serious, and there's a woman who's glancing between my legs."
I couldn't tell if she was being serious or not. I resisted all urges to turn around and look at the supposed woman glancing between my sister's legs. What was even harder was resisting the urge for me to take a peek underneath my sister's skirt.
The only thing I could see was that she spread her legs even further, raising her left knee. Whoever was looking must have had a clear view of her vagina, assuming Ashley was actually telling the truth.
"What does she look like?" I asked out of curiosity.
"She looks like a business women in her mid-40's, with brown hair and a nice suit. She kind of looks like mom and she's having lunch with a coworker who's the same age. Her friend doesn't know. But the lady I'm talking about occasionally takes a peak inside my skirt."
"God, that's so hot," I said, almost at a whisper. "Is it safe for me to turn around and look? I've really gotta see this."
"No, don't turn your head. She'll know we're talking about her if she sees you looking."
"Can she hear us?" I whispered again.
"Not in a food court this noisy. We're far enough that she can't hear us talking. But we're close enough that she could probably see the shape of my labia."
I leaned back and gave her a smile. "Good one. You really had me going for a moment sis. I was fooled until you started getting graphic, now I know this is fake."
She briefly reached down between her legs, and when she brought her fingers back on the table, I saw that two of her fingers were covered in fluids.
"Now do you believe me?" she asked with an eyebrow raised.
The proof was right there in her two fingers and I instantly became erect. My older sister was pantyless and flashing some lady who was trying to eat lunch.
"Oh god, you're such a dirty girl Ashley."
She smiled, "I know. Everyone is allowed to be bad sometimes right?"
"But in a shopping mall food court?" I joked.
"Don't act like aren't enjoying this. Women can tell when men are aroused."
"I never said I wasn't enjoying this."
Ashley opened her legs even further. "That makes two of us. If you count the perverted lady who's watching me, then that makes three."
"Was this your plan all along?" I asked. "Did you pick that lady to be your victim?"
"No. I never pick. I just opened my legs and she was the one who decided to look. And whenever someone looks, that's when the adrenaline rush kicks in."
"So what happens next?" I asked, almost afraid of the answer.
"There's a clothing store I wanted to visit. Are you done eating?"
"Come on, let's go."
With that said, Ashley closed her legs and stood up. We both grabbed our plates to throw in the trash, and when I turned around, I saw the lady my sister was talking about.
Ashley was right. The woman looked like our mom, middle aged with a prim & proper vibe to her. My sister and I walked past her to the mall, and when we did, I couldn't help notice that Ashley and the lady briefly made eye contact. They smiled at each other.
*** THE DRESSING ROOM ***
Like most guys, I stood around awkwardly in a female clothing store as my sister did her shopping. She looked around and then grabbed a few pairs of bikinis from the clothing shelf. Afterwards, I had to stand in front of the women's changing room as she tried on the outfits.
As it turns out, I didn't have to wait for long.
"What do you think?" she said from the changing room.
I looked at her from where I stood, and saw her in a small bikini.
"You look great Ashley. Can we go now?"
She motioned for me to come to her with her finger. "Come here for a second. I want your opinion on some of this other stuff before I pick which one to buy. I'm on a tight budget."
I looked around the store to see that the employees were busy helping other customers.
"That's the woman's dressing room," I replied in a whisper. "If anyone sees me go inside, they'll call security."
"Don't be such a prude. Now get over here."
Before I could object, my body started moving on its own and quickly went inside the changing room with my sister. She immediately closed the door so that we were alone and in private. It was scary, but at least I got to see an up close look at her scantily clad body.
"That wasn't so hard was it?" she asked playfully.
"Easy for you to say. I'm the one who could be getting in real trouble here."
"Oh relax would you? I did something risky earlier, now it's your turn."
"I guess. So what are we doing?"
She smiled, "My heart is still pounding from flashing that lady earlier. Feel it."
Ashley grabbed my hand and placed it over her chest where her heart was. And of course, I got to feel the upper half of her breast as well.
"You're right sis," I replied. "It feels like you just ran a marathon."
"I know. I told you it was a real adrenaline rush for me. How about you? Is your heart pounding from this also?"
"Better believe it. That was unbelievably hot. I still can't believe you did that to a respectable lady."
"Hey, it's not my fault she wanted to keep looking," Ashley shrugged. "It's not like I forced her."
"So how much longer do we have to stay in this dressing room? I'm starting to get nervous."
"Take a good look at this bikini."
She reached down and grabbed my cock through my shorts after I looked at her body for a few seconds.
"Whoa!...Jeez...what are you doing?"
"It appears that this bikini was enough to give you a semi-erection. That approval is good enough for me. There's no need to waste time looking at other outfits."
Her hand continued squeezing and rubbing my cock.
"I...uhhh....I think...I agree..."