Seeing My Sisterbylurkingdirk©
School was out. I had just graduated from high school, and would be starting at Notre Dame in the fall. My academics were very good, and I had received a full-ride scholarship, so while it was not necessary that I find summer employment, my parents insisted that I do so. They seemed to think it was good to have a daily routine -- to be required to be somewhere once in a while. Secretly I agree with them, but really I would rather be in charge of my own time.
Being good at academics provides other benefits as well. I worked hard at whatever was required of me, and developed a reputation as a dependable guy. Living in a very small town meant that my reputation of "good worker" preceded me, and I became pretty employable. So while I had to work because my parents said so, I was able to score a pretty great job.
I worked at the local Post Office, afternoon shift. I didn't start until noon, and I was finished by 5:30. The pay was pretty decent, and I didn't have to get up early! My evenings were free, so I was pretty set for the summer, it seemed.
My twin sister, Becky, was so much like me, and yet so different. She had likewise received a scholarship for college, though she was going to U.S.C.. There was going to be some football rivalry in the family! She loved working early mornings. She generally didn't go out as much as I did, and was usually in bed several hours before me. Consequently she got a summer job at the supermarket in town, early morning shift. She worked 5:00 AM until noon. It meant we wouldn't see each other during the day, but we'd have dinner together with the family.
My sister and I were moderately close. We would have done anything for one another, and there was absolutely no negativity between us. We did not seek to do everything together, or even necessarily have the same group of friends. We often ended up at the same social gatherings, but that may have been because we were in such a small town. I love my sister very much, and we do have a special bond that I think only twins have, but we were not joined at the hip by any means.
As the summer progressed we both noticed how we were seeing much less of each other than ever before. We had, after all, gone to the same elementary, middle, and high schools. We'd been in the same classes. But now we never saw each other before 6 PM, dinner time. I think we both started to acknowledge that we would really be separated like never before when college started in the fall. Neither of us seemed to care for this idea, and we started creating excuses to spend time together in the evenings, watching a movie or playing a game with our parents.
We often talked in the evenings, on a variety of topics. Becky and I were pretty comfortable with one another -- we had a very normal set of parents. They talked to us about sex, made us understand that it wasn't something dirty and awful. Our parents even talked to us about masturbation, and how it was a normal thing and there shouldn't be guilt feelings attached to it. Becky and I had talked about masturbating, and we both knew the other did it. But that was as far as my interest went.
Usually, when we spent our evenings together at home, they would end with Becky going to bed while I either went out or spent time online or playing a game. I felt like I was getting closer to my sister, and was upset that it was only going to end in late August. She was feeling the same, but we both knew this is what life was like.
My parents had a pretty liberal alcohol policy, and I started having a beer or two before bed as part of my nightly routine. I figured I might build up my alcohol resistance before college, so I wouldn't be a lightweight when the dorm parties happened. This had one negative consequence: I was getting up every night around 4 AM to use the bathroom. Small price to pay, I thought.
About the third week of summer, around 4:15 AM, I got up to drain my bladder, and I realized the bathroom was occupied -- we only have the one bathroom in the house. Obviously Becky was getting ready for work. The shower was running and I had to pee something fierce. I didn't know what to do -- we have a clear glass shower door, there was no way I could use the bathroom while she was showering. I stood there and waited for the shower to stop. By 4:30 things were nearly disastrous, and I decided I would use the kitchen sink. Oh I know how gross that is, but this was urgent. I ran plenty of water afterward, and cleaned the sink really thoroughly, but this was not a very good solution.
Afterward I went back to bed, only to hear the shower stop as soon as I lay down. "Of course," I though. By this point I was pretty wide awake, and I listened to the sounds of my sister getting ready, having breakfast, and leaving. Once the house was quiet I started dozing again.
This happened again the following night. I could not wait for Becky to finish, and I used the kitchen sink. "This is crazy," I thought, "I have to talk to her and see if there isn't some system we can work out."
That evening, after dinner, Becky and I watched a movie together. Our parents went out, so we were alone.
"Hey Becky, you take a long time in the bathrooms in the mornings!" I said, with mock anger.
She blinked in surprise. "You're sawing logs that time of day, why do you care?"
"Well," I replied, "every morning I've had to go pee right at the time you have the shower running, and I have to wait and wait. It's rather uncomfortable, you know."
"Oops!" She said. "I actually run the shower for a long time before I get into it. It is so cold in that bathroom I use the shower to heat it up. You should have knocked, you know. I would have covered up and turned around if it was an emergency."
"I know, I just didn't want to surprise you, and I'm not thrilled about the idea of going pee with you right next to me."
"Well next time it happens," she said, "just knock." I might not even be in the shower yet. Don't be so squeamish!"
We went back to our movie, and when it ended she went to bed, and I got a beer.
I didn't end up having any issue for several nights. It was the following week when, once again, I was standing outside the bathroom door, listening to the shower, trying to decide if I should knock or not. I decided to go back to bed and try to wait for her. As I was entering my room I heard Becky's bedroom door open -- apparently she ran the shower and went back to bed! I turned to tell her to wait a minute, and as I opened my mouth I saw that she was naked.
"Becky!" She looked at me and instantly tried to cover herself as she dashed into the bathroom. Clearly she had not been expecting anyone to be up.
Now, I am an 18 year old guy, so yes, I did look her up and down. Not with the intent of seeing a sexy naked woman. My sister and I had never ever experimented. Not even the "I'll show you mine" sort of experimenting. We just never seemed to have the urge. I did notice, on this occasion, that she was definitely not a little girl any more.
Neither my sister nor me was particularly good looking. We weren't on sports teams, we focused on academics, and we had the physics to match. We weren't fat, just...unimpressive.
It turns out that my sister has medium size breasts, but they flop straight down. Very saggy for such young, little breasts. I could see her nipples, they were quite dark in colour and very large -- the whole end of her breast was covered in areola, and she had a thick nipple pointing almost straight down. It was also obvious that she trimmed her privates. The hair was very short, not shaved, but obviously trimmed.
I was shocked to see her this way. While we had pretty open discussions about sex, we had never seen each other naked. I can't speak for her, but I had never spied on her or had any lascivious thoughts about her.
All thoughts of going pee were gone, and I lay back down in bed. A very short while later I heard her turn off the shower and, after dressing, she left the house without breakfast. I got up and relieved my bladder (the pressure returned shortly after the incident). Even though I went back to bed and the house was quiet, I could not sleep.
My experience with girls was almost non-existent. I had kissed a couple, even felt boobs. One of my former girlfriends had taken off her bra and let me feel her naked boobs under her shirt. I had never seen boobs, except on the internet. I thought about the details of my sisters breasts, thinking about how broad her nipples were, wondering what her breasts looked like in a bra -- cleavage would be very different from the sagging I saw. I also wondered why she trimmed her hair like that. "Maybe it just feels nice like that," I thought. I contemplated trimming my own like that, and decided I might do it later.
I began to wonder if my sister was more sexually experienced than I was. It seemed likely, if she was trimming her pubic hair, I decided.
Finally after tossing and turning, I fell back asleep around 8:30. I woke up with a tremendous hard-on and decided that I would jerk off before taking a shower. As I began to stroke myself, I pictured different girls that had been in my high school class, and I thought about my former girlfriend's boobs. Then, just as I started to cum, the image of my sister's thick, erect nipples entered my head.
When I was finished I took a shower. While in the shower I started wondering why I had thought of my sister while I was having an orgasm. I was initially distressed by this, but decided that I was only reacting in this way because these were the first breasts I had seen in real life. I was sure that college would cure that, and decided this was a normal reaction. I wasn't going to worry about this again, it was a dead issue.
That evening at dinner, Becky was fine. I was worried she might be upset, but if she was she showed no indication. After dinner we both volunteered to clean up, and so we were alone in the kitchen.
"Sorry about this morning," she said when we were alone. "No one is ever up that early, so I just go from bed to the bathroom like that. I don't wear pajamas."
"Don't worry about it," I said. "I couldn't really see you anyway, it was dark."
She seemed relieved, and she said, "Oh that's good."
This seemed to be the end of the discussion. We were both okay, there was nothing between us.
For the next several nights we didn't encounter each other. However, a couple of days later I woke up horny again. I decided I'd masturbate in the shower this time, and take my time. Maybe I would use some conditioner and lube things up nicely.
When I got in the shower I started slowly. I was totally erect, and could probably have finished myself off very quickly, but I wanted to take my time, build up to orgasm and let it subside. Do this several times, then have one tremendous orgasm at the end. I would jerk myself until I was just about coming, and then let go completely. This took will power, I just wanted to finish myself off. But I knew what the reward was.
After several near finishes, I decided to get out the conditioner. I filled up my palm with the white cream and rubbed it over my penis, enjoying the slick, lubed sensation of it. I forced myself to stroke very slowly and rhythmically, knowing that would get me off in the end, and my orgasm would be powerful.
As I looked at my hand sliding up and down my shaft, the image of my naked sister entered my head again. I decided that I would embrace this, not that I was thinking of my sister, but of a naked woman I had seen. I thought again of her nipples, how broad they were, how they seemed to be very erect. I thought of her trimmed pussy. Then I thought of what she would look like while she trimmed it.
That was it. I came very hard and long. I squeezed my dick and enjoyed the pulses of my orgasm and watched the white ropes spurt against the shower wall. It felt wonderful, it lasted a long time.
As soon as I was finished I felt guilty. I thought about what my sister would say if she knew I thought about her while getting off. I was sure she would be angry with me.
But this scenario replayed itself. It seemed like every time I masturbated (which wasn't as often as most 18 year old guys, actually), I thought of her. I wanted to see her naked again. But I was still not thinking of my sister as a sexual being. I was just interested in looking at her body. My sexual inexperience was showing itself, I thought to myself.
But, I really wanted another look. How to accomplish this, though? Obviously it wasn't common for her to walk about naked, and there had not been any situation where I accidentally saw her naked except the once. I decided I was going to get up early and peek into the hallway and watch her go from her bedroom to the bathroom.
The next morning was Saturday. Rats! I even set my alarm and got up at 4:00 and waited for Becky. By 5:00 I was grumpy and tired. I decided to try again Monday morning.
The rest of the weekend passed uneventfully, but I seemed to be masturbating a whole lot more...
Monday morning at 4:00 I was up, and peeking out my bedroom door. By 4:10 I heard my sister's alarm. Shortly after this her door opened and I held my breath. She stepped into the hall...wearing a full length robe just like my mothers. I was once again grumpy. But I decided that she clearly hadn't been wearing the robe in the mornings for long, so perhaps she would forget.
By Thursday morning I decided that she was clearly not going to forget, and I was getting frustrated. I waited to get up until 9:00, after everyone else had left the house. I went to my sister's bedroom door and looked carefully at it. We had an older home, the kind with old skeleton key locks in the doors. This was no good, however, as both my sister's door and the bathroom door had something blocking that key hole. "Someone must have thought of this before I did," I sadly thought. Thinking I was at a standstill I went into the bathroom and started the shower. I closed the bathroom door and went back to my room to get clothes for the day. When I came back I noticed a broad swath of light at the bottom of the door.
Our house had hardwood floors everywhere -- bathroom too. But when we moved in there was carpet. Someone had trimmed the bottom of the doors to accommodate the carpet, and this left a pretty serious gap at the bottom of the door. I immediately thought that I could peek at my sister under the door! I just needed a mirror or something. I went back to my room to try to find a little mirror, or anything that would work. I came out with a CD in my hand and knelt at the base of the door.
This worked very well -- I could see the entire bathroom in the reflection if I knelt down and worked the angles. Now I had a plan, and I was anxious to try it out.
I took my shower and again masturbated. I thought of my sister naked, and of my girlfriend, and of every naked woman I had seen online. When I thought of my sister I felt very dirty, very perverse. I thought about other perverse things, and I got out the conditioner. This time I didn't just put some on my right hand to stroke with, but I covered my middle finger of my left hand. I'd never tried this before, but had read online that if you finger your anus you come harder. So I squatted in the shower and stroked my cock. While I did this I pushed tentatively on my anus with my finger. It didn't feel like much, so I decided to try harder. I pushed my finger in up to the first knuckle. This felt pretty good, if a little odd. I kept pushing and somehow my cock seemed to get much harder. I felt a strange, wonderful sensation that was new, and it made me feel very depraved. I felt so dirty, thinking about my sister and fingering my ass, and that made me come harder than I think I had since my very first orgasm. I shot load after load out, and as I truly climaxed, I nearly blacked out. I pulled my finger out of my anus, which caused another spasm of delight, and held myself up as I spent myself. It took me quite a while to get back to my feet, the water had gone cold. I finished my shower and went to work.
Work was a very slow affair that day. Slow season, not many people mailing parcels, boring coworkers, and tremendous anticipation about what I was going to see. Dinner was tortuous, Becky sat across from me, as always, but she was wearing a sweat shirt and I am pretty sure no bra. Her saggy boobs looked very small when she didn't wear a bra, but they moved so much. When she reached for things on the table she jiggled and swayed, and I didn't seem to be able to look anywhere else.
"Bob, is something wrong? You're awfully quiet tonight." My mother commented.
"Sorry folks, I'm just tired. I haven't been sleeping so well for some reason." I replied.
"I hope I don't wake you up with I get up early!" said Becky.
"You worried about something?" asked my father.
"Oh everyone relax. I'm fine. I'll just have an early night tonight, and I'll be as good as new." I was anxious to take the focus off me. "I was wondering if we all might get together this fall for a football game at Notre Dame." I knew the whole family wanted to do this, and knew it would change the topic immediately.
"Of course! Your mother and I were thinking of getting season tickets." Dad said.
Becky said, "we should all be there when U.S.C. comes and beats the crap out of them in South Bend."
"Har, har, har. In your dreams." I retorted.
Mom actually went to the computer to find out which weekend that was, and it was decided. This actually made me very happy. I love my family. Call me a geek, but the separation that college brings was not something to which I was looking forward.
Dinner finally ended, and everyone retired to the den to watch some television. By 9:30 Becky said she was going to bed, and I said I was too. When I got to my room I set my alarm and lay down. I was too excited to sleep. I took off my clothes and imagined what I would see in the bathroom. I imagined my sister taking off the robe, brushing her teeth -- ooh, how her breasts would sway back and forth then! -- and getting into the shower. I wondered if I would be able to see through the shower door and watch her wash herself.
Very quickly I had an erection, and I gripped it hard. Sometimes I liked to squeeze extra hard while I stroked, it felt different. I also jacked myself with my left hand for a while, pretending it was a woman I had seen in the post office that day. When I came, I actually shot far enough that some landed on my cheek. I was not into that, and it quickly ruined the mood. I cleaned myself up and tried to go to sleep.
It was obvious that I was not going to sleep, and finally, after tossing and turning, and then turning on my computer to play a game or two, my alarm on my cell phone went off. I had it on vibrate so no one would hear it.
I quickly pulled on some track pants and went to my bedroom door. I had a CD in hand, and I waited.
It was only about 5 minutes later that my sister, clad in her robe, came out of her room. She went into the bathroom and started the shower. I waited, thinking she might come back out as she had done before. After about ten minutes I thought I heard movement in the shower, so I decided to risk it.
I pushed the CD part way under the door and peered at it. The bathroom looked empty until I focused on the shower at the far end. I could just make out a body in the shower, though all detail was lost to me. I imagined I could make out her soaping herself up and rinsing off, but imagine was all I could do. But I waited.
Finally she shut the shower off, and slid open the door to get a towel. Finally! I saw her body again. Her strangely saggy breasts, with her nipples, cold and contracted, swayed back and forth as she got a towel, put it behind her, and dried her back. I looked further and saw her very closely trimmed pussy. As she stood in the shower I noticed that I could see the slit of her vagina because she trimmed her hair so short. I peered as closely as I could, and then she wrapped the towel around her hair, and a second towel around her body, and the show was over.