The First Time I saw my Sister Naked…18+ only

The 1st Time I Saw My Sister Naked
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The first time I saw my sister naked, I remember my
knees trembling and my throat becoming suddenly
dry. Pictures of naked women abounded on my
password-protected computer, of course, but to this
point in my life I had not seen a real naked woman.
Maybe when we were both younger, we had
inadvertently seen each other but it was certainly not
anything either of us remembered. Our normal
childhood was just like any other. But even at a
young age I do remember being aware that my sister,
who I was not supposed to notice sexually, was quite
a stunning creature.
She was a very natural blond, with beautiful skin that
was just begging to be tasted. Her neck especially
looked delicious, when she tilted her head to one
side, revealing that sensitive and vulnerable part that
I could sink my teeth into. I loved the way her long
strands of hair fell to one side when she did that,
cascading over her shoulder. How I longed to touch
her… But it wasn’t allowed. I knew that, even at a
young age.
Now that I was old enough to act on my inclinations
with any female I wanted, it seemed that the only one
I wanted could not be had. The thought of other men,
or boys really in our teenage social circles, staring at
her and desiring her as I did, feeling the same urges
as I had for years, drove me to insanity. I was the one
who desired her, and yet they all had their
opportunities to be with her while I never did. I
learned to accept this finally, and moved on. It had
not been easy, but an entire society of stigmas would
eventually ward off my desires and stow them away
where I no longer paid any attention to them.
That is, until I saw her naked. To be fair, it was not in
any way her fault. I had come home unexpected, and
in our bedrooms upstairs the front door could not be
heard. I knew she was home, but did not realize that
she had slept in late and waited until now to take her
morning shower. I had been up earlier, and our
parents were long gone for the day. I hadn’t bothered
to call out to her when I realized the bathroom door
was wide open. I simply hopped up the stairs and
went for my room, which was past the bathroom and
her bedroom. I was going to change out of my shorts
and into some nicer clothes, when I caught sight of
her as I passed.
She was bent over, already having dried off with the
towel that she was now using on her dripping hair.
Thinking that she was alone in the house, she had not
bothered to close the door, likely so that the mirror
wouldn’t steam over. I did the same thing when I was
home alone. Roughly tousling the towel through her
hair, she could not hear my quiet steps. My body
stopped instinctively, and my gaze went right to her
legs and rear end, both splendidly on display as she
bent at the waist. I knew it was wrong to look, and the
guilt kept growing the longer I stared. But I couldn’t
look away.
Her legs were lovely, for sure. But they only led my
eyes upwards to the wondrous spectacle of her ass.
A single drop of moisture began to roll down the
luscious curve of her buttocks, stopping at that sweet
inward angle where her cheeks met her thighs. I
wanted to dive forward and catch that drop on my
tongue, but I restrained myself understandably. Still,
despite what I knew to be right and wrong, I felt an
uncontrollable erection strain my shorts. I had to get
out of there, now. Any second she would stand up
and see me, and my obvious arousal, and it would be
hell. She would think me sick and perverted, and she
would be right.
In seemingly slow motion, it happened. She
straightened, shook the hair from her face, and
turned while still holding the towel in her hand. She
pivoted around to face the mirror, but saw someone
in the doorway. Without covering herself, she
glanced up to see me frozen in both terror and lust.
I expected her to scream. Or to begin yelling loudly
while frantically attempting to conceal her nakedness
from her sibling. I could tell by her eyes that she was
shocked, perhaps a bit scared. But neither of us did
anything. She was frozen as I was, watching me stare
at her body. My eyes did not dart up and down, but
rather I seemed to stare at her entirely in one single
unflinching gaze.
God, she was beautiful… Her hips were cocked up on
one side just a bit, giving her that wonderful feminine
pose that drove men crazy. I noticed how tight and
firm her body was, though I already knew she was
very active. When I dared take special notice of her
breasts, I remember observing how they were not
especially large, certainly not like the women on my
computer. But I had never been more inclined to
reach out and suck on them, groping them in my
hands and feeling their softness. They were lovely,
most assuredly the best pair I’d ever seen.
Finally, she dared to move. I felt defensive suddenly,
ready to defend my actions and run like hell before
she said anything. But my body would not move until
I heard her speak at least one word. I couldn’t help
but notice, however, that she had not yet attempted
to conceal herself. Perhaps she was trying to
maintain some kind of dignity, otherwise the
embarrassment would grow even more between us.
“I’m sorry,” I blurted.
She chanced a glance down at my shorts. It was
much too late to try to hide my erection from her.
She had seen plenty of it by now. Maybe I could show
my own dignity as she was doing. Calm, quiet,
unmoving. No movement at all. If I dared adjust my
composure, I would surely lose my dignity and run
far away to hide.
“Oh, no… I didn’t…” she stuttered.
She began to wrap the towel around herself. She
tried to keep it around her chest, but it was too small
to wrap around her upper body. It was no use at this
point to pretend she needed to cover what I had
already seen. So she lowered the towel and did her
best to fasten it around her waist. Of course the
towel was still too small to do this properly, so it
hung lower above her hip and her right thigh was still
in my plain sight.
“I didn’t know you were home,” she said, her breasts
bare and open for my viewing.
I tried not to stare, but she wouldn’t have noticed
anyway. Her eyes were fixed on my crotch. I turned
my body slightly, but the angle only showed her more
detail.
“It’s okay,” she said calmly. “Too late anyway. The
only way I could possibly see more was if you took
your shorts off.”
Was that her way of breaking the ice? I laughed
nervously, trying to play it off I guess. I really didn’t
know what to do at this point. My sister was still
mostly naked before me, the towel around her waist
almost enhancing her sensuality like a mini skirt with
a slit up the entire right side.
Before I could make a move, we both heard the front
door. The faint sounds of voices told us our parents
were home.
To my surprise, my sister ran towards me and
grabbed my shirt with one hand and the doorknob
with the other. Pulling me sharply into the bathroom,
she quickly shut the door. To be honest, I was
surprised she didn’t just slam it closed with me still
on the other side of it. Why had she wanted me in
here with her?
A voice called from downstairs, our parents alerting
us that they were home. But the chatter of
conversation trailed off as they went into another
room, not bothering to wait for a response.
“What are you doing?” I asked, as if protesting her
actions. My past infatuated self would have kicked
me.
“You want them to see you staring at your naked
sister?” she asked, giving me an amused look.
“I’m really sorry, I didn’t mean to stare.”
She shook her head. “It’s fine. I can tell what you
were thinking with.”
My hands went to my crotch, confirming the tent that
remained there. She smiled.
“You better not let them catch you leaving the
bathroom with me still in here,” she warned, but I
sensed that she was playing with me.

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“Well what am I supposed to do?”
She shrugged, causing me to once again take notice
of her breasts. “Sit down and wait.”
For some strange reason I complied. Maybe I was
thinking with my dick.
My sister did not seem bothered by my presence,
and began combing her hair. I sat on the edge of the
bathtub in silence, pretending to wait but really
admiring her. I could see her naked front quite easily
in the mirror. She knew I was staring, but pretended
not to notice. She blow-dried her hair, brushed her
teeth, and spread lotion on her skin all while I
watched in secret arousal. Why was she letting me do
this? Had she always known about my fantasies about
her? Perhaps I had been careless, too obvious with
my stares, or maybe she knew about the times I used
to look through her underwear drawer.
“Um,” she started, pausing as if contemplating
something. “I have to shave now.”
It seemed to me that she would have shaved her legs
in the shower, but either way why would she tell me
like that?
“Okay…” I said uncertain.
“You can watch if you want.”
With that she undid the towel around her waist and
set it on top of the toilet lid. I caught sight of the
treasure between her legs, and immediately knew
what she was referring to. Her patch of dark blond
pubic hair was suddenly very evident to me, as I had
not taken much notice of it before. There was an
obvious design that had been carefully trimmed just
above her vagina, which I could not see especially
well this far away. But I saw small hairs beginning to
surface all around the small strip of denser hair that
was like a jagged flame seated just above her clit. I
was surprised to learn that she kept herself so neatly
groomed. I thought that was only something porn
stars did. She grabbed the shaving cream from under
the sink and sprayed a glob onto her palm. With a
slightly devilish smile, she glanced at me before
reaching downward to perform what would be the
most erotic act I had ever seen up to this point.
Carefully, slowly, she began spreading the shaving
cream between her thighs, all around her pubic area.
Lightly she dabbed her foamy fingers around her
vagina, much more open to me now as she spread
her legs to give herself access. When she was done,
she took her razor from the edge of the sink and
began to use it on herself. I was so turned on
watching her, my hard on was aching with lust. She
carefully slid it across her skin, removing all of the
hair except for just above her clit. She had obviously
done this many times before. It hadn’t been but a
minute of two, but I felt like I had been watching for
hours. When she was finished, she used the towel
she was sitting on to wipe herself clean, and I saw
that her pussy was now fresh and smooth once
again.
“Wow…” I whispered to myself, but she heard and
giggled.
I wondered what was next in my sister’s routine, but
she seemed to hesitate. Surely there wasn’t much
more she could do before dressing and leaving.
“I know you’ve wanted to see me for a long time,” she
said.
My heart stopped, and my face turned pale.
“It was pretty obvious,” she continued, looking at me
through the mirror. “You used to be infatuated with
me. I miss that.”
What was happening here? Was this for real? All of
secret desires were now out in the open, and
combined with the peep show I had just received, I
felt ready to faint.
“Please say something,” she said.
“I…I don’t know what to say. How did you know?” I
immediately regretted answering her like that,
confirming what she had said rather than denying it.
Her back had been facing me up to then, but she
turned and face me, still fully nude and not hiding
anything.
“I always saw you looking, and I used to really like it.
But after I learned how boys are, always ogling girls
for their bodies, I thought maybe it wasn’t me you
were looking at. Just my body.”
I felt a bit saddened by that. Maybe because it was
partly true, but certainly right now it wasn’t about
that at all.
“But one night,” she continued, “I heard you in your
room, playing with yourself while you looked at dirty
pictures on your computer.”
Aah!! She knew?!
“And I heard you say my name, right as you moaned
real loud.” She was smiling a bit now. “You came
thinking about me.”
I really wanted to know exactly when that had
happened, but truth be told it used to happen a lot
when I had not fully controlled my desires.
“I always thought you were pretty,” I said, softly in
my nervousness. “Beautiful.”
“I wanted you to look. I loved the attention.” That
much was obvious, as she told me while still baring
her naked body to me.
“I’m looking now…” I replied.
“I see that,” she smiled, giving attention to my dick
pointing up at her.
“So what’s next?” I asked, trying to act casual.
She playfully rolled her eyes around the room, as if
pondering what to do.
“Well, there is something that I do sometimes, but I
don’t know if you should be allowed to watch that.”
I swallowed. “What’s that?”
She looked very shy suddenly, like a little girl. “I play
with my kitty…”
I lost my balance on the edge of the tub and fell
backwards in shock, much to my sister’s amusement.
“Are you alright?” she asked through her laughs.
“Yeah, I’m fine…” I picked myself up and dried my
wet hands and arms on my shirt. My butt had also
gotten wet from the little bit of draining water left
from the shower.
“Aw, now your clothes are wet.” She clasped her
hands together in a bit of playful happiness. “Take
them off!”
“I…don’t think that’s such a good idea.”
“Because I might see your boner?”
“Ya, and if you start playing with your ‘kitty’ then I
might have another wet mess to clean up.”
Her playfulness seemed to halt, as a more aroused
state overtook her. “Ooh, really…”
We both fell into a kind of awkward silence just then,
realizing the blunt sexuality of our situation. Perhaps
wiser individuals would have gone their separate
ways at this point, but our young and stupid lust was
the dominating force controlling us now.
“I won’t tell if you won’t…”
I couldn’t believe the words had escaped her mouth.
When she licked her lips, I felt all apprehension leave
me.
“Are you being serious?” I asked, giving her one
more chance to back out.
She knew, as well as I did, that this was wrong. But
the thing about sex is that doing something wrong
can feel really, really good. We desire to partake of
what is forbidden, it’s part of our nature. I was
trembling with excitement, at the possibility that I
would get to sexually interact with this goddess
before me.
“Totally,” she said straight-faced.
I stood and pulled my shorts off, not bothering to
tease her. I was naked in seconds, eager for her to
see my lust for her. When he dick came into view, she
bit her lip and stared at it. Touching her stomach
lightly, she motioned for me to come closer. I
complied instantly.

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“Stand there,” she said, stopping me right in front of
her. She leaned back against the sink and spread her
legs a bit, planting herself firmly in preparation. “I
want you to watch me while I do it, okay?”
I nodded, unable to speak. She let her hand glide
down to her crotch, and very slowly and carefully
began to touch herself. My dick twitched and jumped,
which only spurred her on. I knew nothing about her
sexual experience, if she had ever seen a penis
before or if she was a virgin. But there was no doubt
in my mind that she had masturbated quite
frequently. She went right to work on her pussy, not
testing what felt good or discovering new sensations.
She knew how to get what she wanted from her body.
Her fingers slid up and down her lips, separating
them to expose her clit. She was wet already, I could
tell. She kept sliding up and down, obviously loving
just that small amount of stimulation. Her middle
finger suddenly darted into her vagina, sinking
effortlessly into the hot wetness. She moaned, still
applying pressure and friction to her mound. Soon
she withdrew the finger and concentrated solely on
her clit. Her free hand reached up to rub her breast,
squeezing it and pawing at it just as I desired to do.
This was torture, watching her arouse me beyond my
limits.
I reached down and took hold of myself, wrapping
my hand firmly around the shaft. She saw me do this
and her hips thrust sharply forward, seemingly very
aroused at my action.
“Yes,” she breathed. “Go ahead. Do it with me.”
I thoroughly relished the next few seconds, as my
trembling subsided and I began masturbating along
with my sister. She watched my dick very intently, still
rubbing herself quite fervently but never taking her
eyes off the throbbing length of meat in front of her.
She began whimpering, and I heard juicy sounds
from her pussy as her fingers rubbed around and
around her clit, bringing her closer and closer to that
wonderful sensation that was building inside of her. I
wasn’t far behind her, nearly exploding with every
groan and squeal that emanated from her. I couldn’t
hold out much longer.
“Are you going to cum?” she could barely say

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between sharp breaths.
I nodded, and even though she wasn’t looking up at
my face she could tell I was close.
“Oh god…” She closed her eyes and grimaced, as her
own orgasm began to explode. “Shoot it all over me!”
Her hand became a blur as she brought herself off,
rubbing her clit furiously and panting in pure ecstasy.
I could no longer hold back, and began to stroke
faster and harder as I felt my balls tighten. I grunted
heavily and my feet began to tingle as I came. She
was crying out in her own pleasure when I started to
ejaculate, but when the first load of sperm exploded
out and landed on her hand, she tensed up even
more and nearly fell over from the sudden intensity
of her orgasm. Her body twitched and writhed
beneath me as I stood over her and shot another
blast of cum onto her stomach. She was beyond
noticing anything but her climax at this point, not
even breathing from what I could tell in my intense
state. Her neck flushed red and I saw just a bit of
clear juice ejaculate out of her pussy. That made the
last remnants of my own orgasm continue with
renewed vigor, and I spurted even higher onto her
breasts, finally trailing off a few weaker spurts onto
her thigh beneath me.
I nearly collapsed onto her, but braced myself on the
sink. I was literally hunched over her, our shoulder
touching as well as our legs. I was so close to her we
were practically embracing. Her climax had lasted
through mine and she was just now coming down
from it, breathing heavily and sweating a bit from the
exertion. My cum was plastered across her chest,
dripping down between her breasts and onto her
stomach. It was a glorious sight.
“Oh my god…” she sighed.
I panicked for just a moment, but her reaction was
not one of regret. She did not push me away from
her, but rather rested her forehead on my chest as
she gained her strength back. After a moment she
laughed softly. It was a blissful feeling, to experience
such an intense sexual release and bathe in the
warm afterglow. She looked up at me with gorgeous
eyes, smiling lovingly and taking in my expression.
“Feel good?” she asked.

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“That was amazing,” I said. “You?”
She nodded. “Yes. My god, yes!”
I didn’t want to leave, I wanted to stay there forever
and stare at her naked, cum-stained body. She lifted
her hand and examined the trail of semen oozing
down her wrist. She lifted it to me to show me and
laughed, glancing down to see where else she had
been hit. She touched the small pool of white globs
on her stomach and lightly rubbed them with her
fingertip.

“Mm, nice!” she congratulated me.
“Now you have to shower again,” I said jokingly.
She shook her head. “Nah, I’m gonna stay like this for
a while. It feels good.”
I felt a moment of regret ebb at me. “Did we just do
something horrible?”
She didn’t even budge in her composure. “It certainly
didn’t feel horrible.”
She moaned in delight, and I finally backed off of her,
wanting to take the sight of her in once more. Her
legs were still spread open, and I got to finally see
her vagina up close. It was red and swollen, dripping
with her juices. I wanted to taste it so bad, along with
the rest of her. She saw me looking at her there and
glanced down to see what I was looking at. She
smiled brightly.

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