Chapter 1

“You had to ask?” That’s all it said in her email. I looked at it for almost an hour before I finally saved it, then shut down my computer. I sat back in my chair, and thought back to when it started.

It actually started about a week before she arrived. I had just gone to bed one night, thinking about someone else. I was fourteen, and what goes through a fourteen year olds mind when it involves a girl? Ok then. The thing was, it was my sixteen year old sister, Sandy, that I was thinking about.

Purely by accident, earlier that night, I opened my bedroom door just as she came out of the bathroom. She had a towel wrapped around herself, and was messing with the one on her head. My foot ... accidentally ... got in front of her, and she tripped. Both towels went flying.

She lay there for a minute. I was so engrossed in looking at her naked body that I didn’t even stop to see if she was hurt. She finally got up, bending at the waist, with her butt coming right for me. She stopped just short of my leg. She slowly turned around and glared at me. I could plainly see her whole front then.

“Can’t you warn someone that you’re coming out of your room?”

She looked ... angry ... but not angry. She didn’t bother hiding any of her body from me either. That was all she said. She stood there for what seemed like another two or three minutes, then walked to her room. She bent over, separately, to get each of the towels too, even though they were right next to each other.

An hour later, I lay in my bed, thinking about Sandy, and what I would like to happen between us. It was a warm night, and we didn’t have air conditioning. I had a fan in my window, but it wasn’t much good with my door closed.

My hand was sliding up and down my shaft, slowly so it would prolong the climax. I felt that old familiar feeling deep down in my gut. I knew it wouldn’t take long now. It was coming ... coming ... It stopped. As my hand came up to cover the head, something clamped around the base and squeezed. I opened my eyes, and there knelt Sandy. It was her hand that cut me off.

“What the fu...?” Her other hand covered my mouth.

“Just lie there and shut up, Tommy boy.” She didn’t let go. “That was really sneaky of you before. I’m sure you would call it an accident, right? I call it deliberate. That, on your part, is naughty.”

“But I...” The hand again.

“Let’s just say that I’m here tonight to ... fulfill one of your dreams.” She loosened her grip, then slid her hand up to the tip. “You’re not the only one with fantasies around here, you know. Girls can dream about things too.”

She started a steady rhythm on my dick. It was starting to get to me when she stopped. She tightened her hand around the base again.

“Who do you think about when you jack off?” she asked. “Is it me?” I nodded. “What are we doing in your dreams?”

“Fu ... Fucking.”

“That sounds interesting. Have you ever dreamed about me giving you a blow job?”

“Sometimes.”

“What were we doing in your dream tonight?”

“We were fucking.”

“How? Was I on top?”

“Yes.”

“Did you ever dream of doing it doggie style?” I nodded again. “Would you like to fuck me right now?”

“I ... would love to, but ... we can’t.”

“Why not?”

“You’re ... my sister.”

She had been kneeling beside my bed. She stood up, let go of my dick, then pulled my pants down to my knees.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“I want to look at it. Do you mind?”

“Uh ... no. You can do whatever you want to do.”

“Thank you. I may take you up on that.”

She knelt on the edge of the bed, then nudged me to move over. I did, so she moved over with me so she was more on the bed. She grabbed it again, then bent down to look at it.