Sister Sherlock

Next on the list were the bras! They were in a separate draw. My sister had small breasts, but as far as I was concerned that only made them more perky–more desirable. I tried to lick where I thought her nipples would be when she put them on. Some opened in the front and were therefore easier to lick.

My tongue was starting to get dry–I should have brought a glass of water. If only I had my sister's keen mind, the one that I admired almost as much as her ass and tits–the one that had gotten her into the ivy leagues–on a full scholarship, no less. Somehow, I was reluctant to leave and get a drink, but I was also getting thirsty.

As a last resort, I started using my hands more, latching some bras, just so I could test myself on them. I did not quite get the hang of it right away, but that did not keep me from having aspirations. Some of the bras opened in the front.

This got me wondering: would it be possible to unsnap my sister's bra and grope her boob at the same time? I was not going to try it, mind you, but that did not prevent the thing from becoming an interesting mental exercise.

The clock was ticking. I was getting uneasy, but I still had one goal. I searched for the dildo again but was frustrated. My sister must have buried it deeply somewhere. It seemed like I needed a search team–that we would have to turn the place upside down to find it, so I was forced to give it up as a lost cause.

Who knows maybe she only used her fingers or candles. Other scenarios I thought of included cucumbers or fresh produce. Ah, how I wish I could watch her!

To make up for it, I plopped down my sister's wheely chair and booted up her computer. Unfortunately, there were no naked pictures of her that I could find.

The transition to digital film had evidently not yet been completed. Perhaps, I should buy her a digital camera for her next birthday–eleventh months away–or give her two gifts for Christmas. Three–she would need a tripod, but perhaps she could borrow mine.

I typed in the word "porn." It was a simple gambit. I did not think that I would find anything but was surprised. There was even a three-way scene with two woman! Doggy-style sex with some girl on girl action! Was my sister part lesbo? That was one of my highest fantasies. If only I had a girlfriend or, better yet, another sister!

The moaning of the women in the video was what sent me overboard. I had reached something of a perverted plateau. I was beyond sanity or common sense. Much of my blood had been diverted to my dick. I could not think properly. Perhaps, sometimes the Y-chromosome should be called the "why not?"-chromosome.

I pulled out my cock–unzippered my pants really–my dick sort of just popped out–and grabbed one of her thongs–the red one– bunching it around the base of my shaft. My dick was hard as steel; I thought it would explode! Eventually, it did but in a good way. I whispered her name as I came.

As you can imagine, there was quite a mess. I hadn't really planned ahead. On the spur of the moment, I considered using one of her larger pairs of panties–the bikinis–from her hamper to clean up the mess, or perhaps more than one. Fortunately, I was regaining my sanity.

We had a side-loading washer, and so I thought it probable that she would use her hands to throw the clothes in multiple times, not just dump the whole mess in. Maybe she would even use one of those gentle cycles that girls love to use–something that would not be able to handle my massive wad. I don't think she would mistake the mess for her period.

I "borrowed" some of my sister's tissues–something told me that she would not want them back. Then I wiped her monitor and the desk and hoped that was all. The thong that I had used as an aide-de-masturbation was not wet: I had kept it on the shaft, so I decided to put it back.

Yes, it was perverted, but what if she missed it? Perhaps, she was planning to wear it tomorrow.

Maybe, I would even see it peeking out of her pants–just a millimeter or two of skin under the horizontal band would do for me. Sure, I would prefer to see her totally naked and masturbating, but the important thing was the clue to unbounded sexuality–the thong.

Sister-voyeurism is a much more difficult art than it is made out to be. I could not simply look in a keyhole or through a crack in a door, and I am sure that my sister would notice if I opened her door, when she was masturbating. Similarly, I could not just pretend to mistakenly walk into the bathroom while she was showering, nor did she undress with the blinds open.

I looked curiously at her mirror. It was wide and tall–perhaps I could smash a hole through the wall and make it a two-way. I scratched my chin meditatively. Of course, there were difficulties: two rows of lathes, all that plaster, and sooner or later one of us would move out. Perhaps, our parents would remodel and discover my secret. No–I would have to continue to get my kicks out of her panty draw!

I was looking for possible places to drill holes when suddenly I heard the door open. It was the big oak door in front, not the door to the room, but still it set my heart racing.

I quickly turned off the lights and carefully shut the door. There was no bathroom in that hallway: just my sister's room and my own room. It would not do to return to my own room. To displace the emphasis of the sound, I set off trotting down the stairs.

My heart nearly skipped a beat–it was my sister coming up. My implacable, super-intelligent sister–the one with a photographic memory. The one with the mind of Sherlock Holmes!

"Hell-o." I said squeakily.

"Hi." she said, "Have a nice night?"

"Yes." I said truthfully. "You?"

"Not yet."

At the turning, I snuck a glimpse of her ass. The blue thong was there, just tiny millimeters of it, but it stood out as thought it were neon. My sister rounded the top, and I wisely looked away. She seemed to slow for a fraction of a second, but that was probably just a figment of my imagination.

I got to the first floor just in time to pick up the phone on the first ring. Naturally, it was for my sister. I got the particulars and then placed the phone gently on the side table. Taking a few steps I thrust my hand into my pants, clutched my cock, and yelled my sister's name–there was an extension in her room.

I walked back to the phone and put it up to my ear, just in time to hear her soft voice over the line. For a moment, I considered listening and masturbating–her friend was also a girl, sounded hot too–but again there was the moral problem–she might catch me.

I forgot if she had a wireless or not. I knew she had a cell-phone but that was a different number. Perhaps, she would not even need to see me. I suppose just the increased masculine breathing would be enough. Perhaps, I would even lose it and say her name. Yes, it was too risky; I hung up.

I sat down and grabbed the remote. Maybe, there was something on Skinemax–ha–maybe–what am I saying?–of course there was. There was that slight delay, the black screen, and then I saw a faux three-way.

When I was 12, I would have stayed up to five in the morning watching seven hours of this crap–burning out my eyes. But now it was sort of laughable: the music; the giant, well-lit space between the crotches of the actors; the wooden expressions.

The funniest thing of all was when the girls gave pretend-head. I am pretty sure not even Ron Jeremy has a twenty inch penis. I mean–ha, ha–I once had a girl sitting in front of me lean back and yawn so that her golden hair fell on my lap. I wasn't even slouching.

Sure, that lecture hall was a hundred years old, had doorways made of American chestnut–now practically extinct–for a hundred years–and probably violated modern fire codes, but still, I bet her mouth was a lot closer to my penis than what was happening in the teleplay I was witnessing.

The worst of all was the plots. Most of the times, it was not even worth waiting for the naked girls. I am sure when the scene was over I would flip the channel. It was just not worth it, especially considering the choppy camera work.

Maybe, if they picked angles better and did not cut so much... still, one of the girls kind of looked like my sister. I decided to risk taking it out.

Suddenly, I heard my sister racing down the stairs. I was just starting to get off but quickly attempted to change channels. It is sort of hard when you are caught off guard. You know, with your dick in your hand.

First, I decided to put my penis away. Once I accomplished that fete, I groped between the cushions and then tried to correctly line the infrared signal up to the box. At first, the remote was facing the wrong way–I hoped she did not hear any of the moans. Then I flipped it around and clicked through a couple of channels just to disable the "last" feature.

My sister walked into the room quickly, her face enigmatic. When she came near the couch she tripped on the coffee table and fell on top of me. Her hand pressed against my shoulder, her face stopped just two inches away from mine. I still had an erection; It was even harder now. In the confusion, I was not sure if she felt it.

"That was close!" she said bemusedly.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

In answer, she leaned closer and kissed my forehead, then my mouth. I was shocked beyond belief, but when I felt her tongue on my teeth, I opened up. Our tongues danced, and we exchanged saliva for fully two minutes. It was a joke I knew–an elaborate one– but I didn't care. To heck with decorum! I put my hand on her ass, both my hands. I even snapped her thong.

She pulled her face back a little, smiled and laughed wickedly, before flipping around, grabbing the couch, and rubbing her cheeks

against my crotch–three times. I was about to come, but before I could, she slid tight to my side, then put her arm around me and laughed again. Suddenly, she looked into my eyes and pinched my cheek–the one on my face. Afterward, she tousled my hair affectionately and pulled my head against hers.

We sat like that for five minutes, but it seemed like an hour. Yes, she loved me. It was evident even to my reticent, introverted mind. Even if what she did earlier was a joke, I did not have any hard feelings–well–maybe one–between my legs. Then she flicked my earlobe playfully and brought her mouth to my ear. She stuck her tongue in it and then pulled slightly away.

"Did you notice my thong?" she asked.

She tugged the side string out of her pants, and suddenly my heart stopped dead. The color was bright red–not light blue. It was the tiny one I had bunched into my mouth! It was the one I had...

I turned red–a shade between my hair and the thong.

"Little Brother!"

She grabbed my head. Then she stuck her tongue back into my ear, licked it thoroughly and even nibbled on my earlobe. She breathed sibilantly, then whispered.

"I noticed the microfiber was torn in spots, and I had never worn it before–never even laundered it. Of course, that was after I noticed my underwear draw was open."

She hissed again and then sat on my lap, this time putting hands on my shoulders. Going up and down–rubbing my cock with her tight black pants. Of course, they were tight because of her ass! She was rubbing her ass against my cock! She was dry humping me, technically!

My desire was skyrocketing! Far surpassing its lofty record, set earlier tonight, when I masturbated with her panties. I wanted to pull her pants down, draw her thong to the side, and fuck her doggy-style!

Heck, I would have given the top two segments of my right index finger, just to insert it into her vagina! One thrust! I would have given my entire hand just to touch her naked tit! I would... I would have given both my balls, just to come on her ass. Hell... hell, I would have given the tip of my tongue just to eat her out–my very life–even with no return gratification!

She moved her hands out to my sides and bent slightly forward, continuing the up and down motion. My cock buried itself into her pants. I gasped. My sister's thong rode up ever so slightly, then disappeared again. I gasped once more.

She turned around and straddled me, put up her arms, and then peeled off her belly shirt. Her skin was milky white–the sort that looked like it could be burnt by a full moon on a New England winter's night–my skin, except she had a few moles and while I had tons of freckles, she had none. There was the subtle curve of her rib-line, the even more gentle lines of her abdominals, her small but amazing breasts–I recognized the bra. It was one of the cartoony ones–one of those I had licked.

Well, well–now all my pervertedness would finally pay off! I reached for the back snap but was confused. I reached for the front but was thwarted again. Finally, I pulled the shoulder straps to the side and was able to tug the bra far enough down to fully see her pink nipples. I licked them and sucked them, while she breathed into my hair.

Next she pulled off my shirt, and ran her hands on my chest. As exciting as that was, I nearly died when she unbuttoned her pants, and I saw the small bow on the front of her thong. I felt as excited as a kid on Christmas Eve. The wrapping was so tight that it could only be one thing–sister pussy!

God, her hands moved fast! Before I knew it, my belt was unbuckled! My own zipper was down! She pulled my pants down too! Her hand reached into the fly of my boxers! She grasped it!

My God! I suddenly remembered she was on the pill! My highest fantasies were going to be realized. She was going to fuck me, or I was going to fuck her. But which? Though I was no grammarian, I felt a weird deficiency–they don't teach you that sort of thing in school.

My brain was in a flutter. Was this a dream? An open draw– some slightly disarranged panties–a quick look on the stairs? That had given me away–all in ten minutes? My sister was smart. She was the valedictorian in the year above me in high school. She had a 3.9 GPA at a nearby ivy-league, but still... even a genius could not put it together that fast. I had gotten a 1300 on the SAT. Sure, it wasn't my sister's vaunted 1600–she had discovered two mistakes on the test–but I still had a brain that wondered sometimes. I had to know.

"H-h-how?" I shuddered, for she had just put her mouth on my cock, right after my tongue declined the "H."

Her head left me for a moment. She looked into my eyes and smiled mysteriously, reached up and put her finger to my mouth–first to quiet me because our parents were upstairs, then because she wanted me to suck it. I complied passively and then enthusiastically.

Before I knew it she was taking her pants off. They were hard to get off, but she seemed to be struggling enthusiastically. While she was wriggling, I made a startling discovery. I noticed she was not completely bald. She had–why, she had–my dream pus–a thick but well-trimmed rectangle above bald lips! A landing strip!

I reached out and ran my fingers through it. She was a natural blond, but I knew that already! The pants were so tight, I thought she would be stuck in them forever, but, then, she was out. Her smooth, utterly perfect legs were completely on view, but before I could adequately leer at them, she frustrated me by putting her tight pants on my head. This was kinky!

At first I could not see, but then I pulled the black pants slightly up, just above my eyebrows. Heck, I was not about to take them off, since I could feel the heat from where her bum had been! Heck, I think we could get off foreign oil if we all used sister heat! Well, perhaps, at least, not give money to those countries that hate us!

My sister stepped out of her tiny, red thong, and my pulse increased by about another ten beats per minute. I could not believe it! The center of it was already a little wet–from her own juices–but she made sure to dab some of the pre-cum off the head of my penis. Next she wrapped it around my shaft and began fisting it up and down with her hand. Slowly, she geared up, tugging it like a stickshift, every time she changed speeds. Bizarrely, I was suddenly glad that she did not use an automatic. More pre-cum bubbled out of my tiny dick-slit, and I made a guttural noise.

"Ugh!"

"Mmmmmmm." she groaned, lapping it up greedily.

Her tongue left me for a couple of motions because she was staring into my eyes. I noticed she was smiling again–even with her tongue out. The image was too much for me: her tits and tongue sticking out, her smile, her thong and fist around my cock. Heck, the sensation was to much for me!

"I'm gonna come,___!" I screamed.

Naturally, I wantonly desired to come in my sister's full lipped mouth–the one that allowed her to smile mysteriously like the Mona Lisa–she was much more beautiful, mind you–but I thought it would be unbrotherly not to give her the warning. Heck, if I played my cards right, maybe she would do this to me again!

Needless to say, I was surprised when she wrapped her red lips around my cock, and heedlessly continued to tug with her right hand. I was nervous; I thought that she had not heard me, but then she gave me the thumbs up with her left hand–sign language while she was sucking my cock! I would have been confused if I were in Australia–I think it means fuck you there–would it perhaps be a preview then?

Despite her enthusiasm, I was not sure if I would get a chance like this again. I mean, at best, there was some weird alignment of the planets going on. At worst, she was an alien-replicant who was going to kill me once I shot my sperm into her vagina, and her vagina was in her mouth. I watched her back for spines, but she had none yet. In short, whatever the case was I could not believe my luck. This seemed like a once in a lifetime opportunity.

I tried to control myself, to count my heart beats and lower them, but her mouth was so warm and wet, her tongue and palate so active that my attempt at bio-feedback failed. I was at sea because I had never been fellatioed by my sister. My resolve was battered by her moles, drowned in her deep-blue eyes, strangled in the kelp of her golden hair. She was too beautiful, and she was my sister: a double whammy!

My sister's perfectly-formed hand continued to go up and down, but I could no longer see it because I was lost in the perfect details of her face. The pressure in my balls kept building, but I could not dam it. The Hoover Dam could not have! Not even that famous dam in China!

It was too late for her to withdraw her mouth now. Why, just the motion of her hand would have sent me over! In fact, if I had not already masturbated once, I would shot right off, once I saw her naked. Ditto for a second wank and her touch! It would have even happened before her hand had come into play, before she had unzippered me, even!

The dam broke. A wave of pleasure swept over me; I came. I wish that I could describe the eruption, but, then again, I am glad that I could not. It was hidden; she swallowed everything. She even kept it in till she could gulp three times. She even playfully made the onomatopœia. That was good; I liked that.

My sister was looking up at me now. Her small tits were heaving. There was a glow to her face, and a frizzy strand of blond hair fell over one of her blue eyes. She was grinning again, shyly, beautifully. My dick was getting big. It had never completely gotten soft, but now it was rising disgustingly right between her eyes.

Somehow it did not bother her. She did not move, but stayed in place, lifting and squeezing my balls. Her grip was gentle and refreshing, her expression one of curiosity. A like feeling was tugging at my brain. I could not figure it out. Why had my sister risked so much? What had given me away? How did she know I lusted for her? I had to know.

"How–" I gulped and began again "How did you?"