Little Devil

Lynn came barreling through the back door, obviously charged up about something.

"Where's Mom?" She asked almost out of breath.

"She is at Aunt Helen's tonight. Remember? She drove out there this morning to stay with her for the night while Uncle Frank is gone. You know how Aunt Helen is..."

She didn't even let me finish.

"Right, right!" she giggled and headed for the stairs, while tossing off her jacket and shoes.

My younger sister tore up the stairs and into her room with a slam of the door. I stood there in the kitchen wondering what was up with her. She had quite a vibe about her, as if she had just done something naughty. I could hear that she was now on the phone chattering to someone. I continued to make a sandwich, which was to be my dinner for the evening. I was home from college on the last week of winter break. Most of my friends had gone back to school already, since they where on semesters and I was on quarters. I was going to settle down and watch some DVD movies I had gotten for Christmas. I assumed I would have the house to myself, since I never really saw Lynn. She was eighteen, and in the last year of high school. She had found quite the social life over the last two years or so, or at least since Dad left. Judging by the hoots and laughter coming from her room, she had quite a story to share. I finished getting my meal together and I headed into the family room.

An hour and a half or so passed she was still on the phone chattering wildly. I decided to take a break from Spiderman, so I took my empty plate back to the kitchen. Even though I had the volume up, I could still hear bits and pieces. She had done something that she "couldn't believe she would do." She repeated that same phrase over and over. She obviously was talking to many folks, as this same exchange happened many times. After putting my dish in the dishwasher I heard her thumping down the stairs. She found her way into the kitchen skipping about and looking flush with excitement.

"Hey" she yelped.

"Hey" I said back to hear narrowing my eyes. "What is with you?"

"Oh... nothing." She laughed tauntingly.

I stared back at her wondering what the big deal was. Her little button nose crinkled above her tight lip smile. I wasn't really in the mood for guessing games, so I just shrugged my shoulders and headed back for the family room. She trailed along behind me. As I sat back down, I glanced over to her as she floated around the room.

"Aren't you going out tonight?" I asked.

"No. Everyone has dates, or has other plans." She answered.

Now any other night she would be depressed and lonely without anyone to hang out with, but she seemed unaffected by this situation tonight. Instead she paced around the room glowing with nervous energy. She was obviously hovering, and I just wanted to get back to my movie.

"Are you alright?" I asked.

"Yeah... um... sure." She was beaming. She could barely contain herself.

"Come on! You are freaking me out. What's up?" I asserted myself toward her.

"OK! OK! I can't keep it back." She bit her lip and then eeked out "I got a tattoo."

I raised my eyebrow. This coming from the girl who hadn't had earrings until a few months ago, and who only recently started to wear makeup.

"A tattoo. Why?" I inquired.

I already knew the answer. She had really broken out of her shell since Mom and Dad got divorced. Dad was very strict. He didn't allow us to do much as we grew up. I would go as far as to say we were quite sheltered. While I still remain a quiet and shy fellow, Lynn had really taken advantage of her new found freedoms. She blossomed from a frumpy, mousy, plain girl into an outgoing, outrageous, attractive woman. She now wore more flattering clothes, which by today's teen standards is practically nothing. She was active in all sorts of school clubs. She had gone out with several different guys as well. It seemed as though it was a new guy every weekend while I was home.

"I just did it on a whim" She beamed. "I was out shopping today, and I saw the parlor over there by the strip mall. I went in and saw one I liked, and I got it done."

I studied her for a moment as she rocked back and forth on her heels. It wasn't anywhere I could see obviously, but I couldn't help but ask. She was wanting me to ask anyway.

"Where is at?" I asked taking the bait.

She didn't answer. She just gave me a sly grin. Her blonde locks hung in her face helping to mask her coyness.

"Alright then." I really was annoyed that she didn't answer. She stood there grinning, almost daring me to ask more questions. I pretended to not be interested but the possibilities flooded my head. Like any brother, it is hard to imagine your own sister as a sexual being. Did she get it on her breast? Her ass? What is it? A name? A symbol? I suddenly couldn't think of anything else.

She circled the room. I realized that she was weighing the options of whether or not to tell me. She was still quite exuberant. I could tell she was very anxious to share her experience. She twirled around, and finally stopped in front of me.

"OK... I got a little devil tattoo... right here" She pointed to just above the left side of her crotch.

I raised my eyebrow again.

"Wow sis. I would never have guessed you would do that." I said to her figuring her little game had reached an end. Perhaps she would let me get back to my movie now.

"Wanna see it?" She asked.

I suddenly felt very strange, as she had such an odd vibe. She must really want to show this to someone, and I guess I am the only available person around. She smiled expectantly for my answer. I wondered how could she show me without exposing herself.

"Um... are you sure?" I said back to her.

She nodded and unzipped the tight pair of jeans she had on. She stopped suddenly and realized that she would have to make some adjustments in order for me to see it.

"Hold on" she said as she turned her back to me. She giggled with nervous energy. "Oh I can't believe I am showing you this."

She wiggled her pants down onto her hips. She had a long sweater on so she really wasn't revealing anything yet. She gave the pants one final jerk down, and looked down toward her crotch. She studied it for a moment, and sheepishly looked back at me.

"It is a bit lower than I thought..." She hesitated.

I didn't say a word. I didn't know what to do at this point. She could see that I was starting to be uncomfortable with the idea, and that oddly seemed to fuel her.

"Oh I don't care... here it is is!" She chirped as she spun around.

She faced me as her hands split, raising her sweater up and pulling her panties down. The first thing that struck me was how much my sister was showing me. She wasn't kidding, it was low down on her pelvic region. Before me was a small little red devil outlined in black. He appeared to be ready to throw his pitchfork right down into her almost exposed pubic area. Her skin was still a bit raw and red, but not too bad. I tried to keep my eyes on just the tattoo, but I just couldn't help but explore what else was exposed to me. She had a pair of bright red panties that were really thin at the top. I would guess it was a thong. She must trim or shave herself completely as she was smooth all the way down. An inch or two more and I would be seeing her pussy. Like most girls her age, she went to a tanning bed. It became clear to me that she did this nude, as there were no tan lines. She had a wonderful curvature of her lower abdomen. A nice tight belly that slopped down into between her hips.

"What do you think?" She asked.

I finally looked up at her face. She was glowing with the attention.

"That's.. ah... great." I stammered.

She bounced up and down with enthusiasm. As she did this her hand jerked down and revealed some very light pubic hairs peeking out. She kept giggling as she hiked up her sweater a bit more and arched her back so she could look take a better look herself.

"Isn't he cute? I just thought it was the best!" She kept talking but my eyes were fixated on her pubes. She was a natural blonde, and these hairs where a light golden brown. I couldn't breath. I am staring at my sister's crotch is all that kept running in my conscience. She finally stopped talking and realized I wasn't admiring the tattoo.

"Do you like what you see?" She said in an almost purring manner.

Breaking out of my trance, I must have gone beat read in embarrassment. She slyly grinned at me while swaying back and forth. She was enjoying this. Here she is standing in front of me showing off skin from the top of her stomach all the way down to the curve of her pelvis. She is completely fine with this. Her smirk widened.

"OK take one last look" She stated.

I looked down at the the split in her zipper. She pretended to adjust for a better look and then slipped her undies down to the top of her pubes. The soft light hair spilled out of the top of her undies. Sure that she had my attention now she arched her hips forward. In one quick tug she yanked her panties down and displayed her pussy to me. My sister just flashed her pussy at me.

"Whoops" She giggled before taking a deep breath. She zipped her pants up and she bobbed around the room. She proceeded to giggle all the way up the stairs.

I sat stunned and motionless for minutes. I dick was as rigid and hard as it has ever been. All from one small flash of my sister's pussy. Should I be ashamed? I should feel guilty shouldn't I? I have never noticed my sister much at all before, and now I have an image of her privates burned into my head. I can't whack off to this! Can I? I didn't know what to do. I had a raging hard-on that I didn't want to touch.

I somehow managed to turn the movie back on, but I wasn't watching it. I just replayed over and over the red panties and the small light brown hair covered crack that appeared to my eyes. She was indeed neatly shaved. Just a small bit of of soft curly bush. I have been with a few girls, but nobody with such a nice trim presentation. My sister! Had she been with guys already? What young studs are enjoying that? My sister!

My inner struggle was broken with Lynn dancing down the stairs again. She had changed into a tank top and boxer shorts, which she usually wears to bed. She never has really worn this set downstairs before. It is loose and somewhat revealing. I have seen her walking to the bathroom before in this set, but I respectfully did not stare. The tank was a light blue spaghetti strap top, that stopped just above her belly button. She wore no bra, and perky young boobs giggled with every move she made. The rest of the outfit was regular men's flannel boxers. They hugged her hips, but were very lose in the legs. They hung off of her hips like a small school girl dress. She didn't care now all of the sudden. She was just surging with sexual energy. She liked her little taunt. I think her little exhibitionism turned her on! Was she back for more?

"Watcha watchin? She asked as she plopped onto the couch next to my chair. She set a jar of something on the table.

"Sp.. Spiderman" I mustered to speak. My mouth was dry.

"Yuck, I hate superheros. Where is that one movie I got you." She asked.

She had bought me Basic Instinct for Christmas. If you haven't seen the film, it is quite the erotic thriller. It made Sharon Stone a star simply for what my sister just did to me. I thought it was a bit odd coming from her, but things were starting to make sense. She had become quite the sexual being. I fumbled through a stack of DVDs and I handed it to her. She opened it up and read through the the little booklet.

"So what was the big deal with this movie?" She inquired innocently.

She jumped up from the couch and started goofing with the DVD player.

"I am going to put this in" She said. She stood at the entertainment center swaying her hips back and forth. She hummed a tune, pretending to oblivious to her charade. She got the film going and proceeded back to the couch.

She propped her leg up on the couch as she sat. As she slipped into a comfortable position, her boxers bunched up around her crotch. I sat quietly, trying not to let on to my sexual tension. She remained bright and cheerful and open. She tried to make idle chit-chat, but I didn't have much to say. The more I held back the more she seemed to taunt me. She caressed her stomach, letting her tank slip up her rib cage. The more she shifted, the tighter the top got, making her erect nipples poke through. Her finger dangled around her belly button. She reached down to scratch her leg scooting the shorts up her thigh. She was soaking in all the attention she wanted and needed, but nobody but me to give it to her.

We made it past the famous scene where Sharon Stone crosses her legs. I am afraid that just gave her more ideas. She watched intently at first, but then erupted in laughter. She then swung her leg down off the couch. She was sitting now with her long tan legs spread. Her boxers lay draped in her crotch. She pretended like she was being casual, but she glanced over now and then to see if I noticed her position.

"The tattoo guy says I need to put this lotion on now and then to prevent infection and to help the skin heal to it." she stated as she leaned over to the table. The front of her tank dipped down letting me see quite the cleavage shot. I don't know the sizes very well, but she has two handfuls. She fumbled for the jar lingering to get the most out of her display. She then rested back against the couch, adjusting herself into a position to best apply the lotion. She scooted her ass to the edge of the couch. She open up the jar and scooped a little onto her fingers. She spread her legs even more, and lifted up the waistband of the boxers. She slipped her hand down under the boxers and began to apply the lotion. She kept watching the movie, periodically checking to see if I was watching her or the movie. I strained to keep my eyes forward. Not satisfied with my interest she let out a little moan. I glanced over to see what she was doing.

"It is just a bit sore." She assured me.

With that she spread her legs open a bit wider and fluffed the boxers up a bit under her hand. I could see straight up her inner thigh and to the split of her leg. My heart started to race. She pretended to not notice my stare and continued to apply the lotion. With each fluffing it became clear that she had no panties on underneath. I could see right up to her tattoo now. I am not sure how much lotion she needed, but her hand lingered for quite awhile. Each stroke fluffed out her boxers more. We got to the major sex scene with Sharon Stone and Michael Douglas. I don't believe I have ever seen a movie like this with my sister. She lost interest in me for a moment and took the whole scene in.

"Wow" She said, "I guess I see what they are talking about.

Her eyes boggled. She smiled at me and then looked back toward the TV. The scene played out with her not even making a single move. She was now more flushed than she was before.

"That was hot! Can we watch that again?" She asked.

I picked the remote up and started the scene over from the beginning. She smile widened as the scene played out again. Pretending to take more lotion, she again dipped her hand under the boxers. I couldn't help it anymore, and I watched from the corner of my eye. Her hand rubbed in a circular pattern around the area of her tattoo. She pulled the waistband of the boxers down a bit. She made wide swinging circles. I noticed that her hand wasn't in position over her tattoo anymore. She was rubbing herself between her legs. She peeked over to see if I noticed she was playing with herself. Her hand appeared out from the bottom of her leg hole and she casually moved the crotch of the boxers over. I was now in full stare. She pretended to watch the movie as if nothing where happening, completely aware that she had my full attention. Her hand still masked her pussy from my view, as she stroked it gently. She then lifted her hand away enough for me to see her entire exposed genitals. What an amazing sight. I had never seen a more beautiful or scrumptious pussy on any girl I had seen. Her lips were swollen and red, and she was sopping wet. Her small patch glistened in the light that passed through. She closed her eyes and slipped her hand back down over her slit. I was fixated now. Nothing could take my eyes away. She rubbed in deep and hard. She then slipped a finger up inside, and gently began to finger fuck herself. My dick was hurting bad. I needed some attention to. I just couldn't bring myself to do anything. This after all was the most immoral of taboos. Why wouldn't my sister feel the same way? The scene ended and the movie went on abruptly. Lynn opened her eyes and was looking right at me. The glare made me shift in my seat. I looked away immediately.

"I have to tell you, I am more than a little turned on tonight. I just feel so sexy." She said almost apologetically. "This little guy has just set me off."

"I guess so" I said slowly.

"I am sorry, I shouldn't torture you, I just had nobody else to share it with tonight." She continued on. "I just want to take my pants off and show everyone."

I just nodded, still frozen in my seat. Yes, my sister was an exhibitionist now. She was willing to expose herself to anyone and everyone, including her brother.

"When I went in, I told the guy I just wanted one on my shoulder. The more we talked about it, the more he convinced me to put it in a more private area." She informed me.

"A guy did it?" I stammered.

"Well yeah." She answered back sheepishly.

"How did you um... " I tried to be discreet.

"Well I had to take my pants off silly. It was OK, he was rather professional." She smiled.

"So you just spread for some guy." I asked.

"No. He had a towel that he draped over me... like this" She took a blanket off the back of the couch. She draped it down into her crotch. Checking my puzzled reaction, she frowned.

"It worked out just fine, here I will show you." With that she stood up, and grinned at me again. She slipped her boxers down to the floor and stood back up. She lingered momentarily to let me get a good look. My shapely sister had got me again. She took the blanket pulled it up between her legs, and sat back down on the couch. She then draped it up over her crotch and across her hip. She was right, it did work.

"That's not to say the guy didn't brush his hand past it here and there." She smirked.

It got quiet for a moment. My sister lay there with only a blanket covering her privates. She was completely comfortable with her exposure.

"Do you think I got it in the right place?" She inquired.

"I guess so. I have to admit... it is pretty hot." I confessed.

She got a huge smile. "You think it is hot? Could it have been hotter?" She wondered.

"I don't think so. I guess you could have gotten it on one of your breasts." I pointed out.

"What! And ruin these perfect tits?" She exclaimed. With that she lifted her tank up to her shoulders giving her supple boobs a bounce out into the open. I freeze again as I am just in shock. I have now seen my sister mostly naked. She arches her back to push them out even more. Wonderfully tan like the rest of her skin. They dangle ever so slightly unaffected by gravity. They are tipped with a pair of swollen brown nipples.

"No way - right?" She asks.

"No, I wouldn't ruin those." I agreed.

She laughs again at my reaction.

"So you think this tattoo is sexy?" She asks still holding her shirt up. I raise my head, but she is still sitting.

"Here, let me get your whole opinion" She stands straight and pulls the tank top over her head. The blanket falls to the floor.

My sister. A woman. She stands in the lamp light of the evening. She is beautiful sight to see. She glows in my admiration. Of course the tattoo is secondary - an ornament on a body that needs no extra enhancements. She stands in front of for what seems like hours, but it was only a minute or too. She is taken with my stare.