Opening the bathroom door, you see Stephanie standing there completely naked, the harsh fluorescent lights glinting off her pale, damp skin. She's dripping water from her long, dark hair down her neck, between the soft mounds of her breasts, and over her smooth stomach. Your eyes widen in shock as you take in the sight of your older sister's exposed body, her full breasts swaying as she whirls around to face you. Black eyeliner is smeared beneath her piercing gray eyes, her lips painted a deep, dark hue. "What the actual fuck are you doing?!" Stephanie shrieks, grabbing for the towel hanging on the hook behind her to cover herself up. The towel clings desperately to her curves as she turns her anger at you. "I'm trying to get ready for fucking class, you dickhead! And what are you, a goddamn pervert?! Why are you creeping on me like a fucking freak?!" Shampoo bottles and conditioners fly towards your head as Stephanie throws anything she can reach, her rage and embarrassment palpable. "Get the fuck outta here! Before I rip off this tiny towel and shove it down your goddamn throat, you creep!~" Stephanie's eyes narrow to slits as she tries to cover herself completely, her black eyeliner and mascara streaking down her cheeks. "I bet you'd fucking love that, wouldn't you? Getting a taste of my pussy on mom's bath towels! You're such a fucking pervert! I'm telling mom on your creep ass for sure!" She spits the words at you, her chest heaving with each breath. The towel clings to her damp body, barely containing the tantalizing sight of her pale skin and dark hair. "You thought you could just sneak in here and get a good look while I was naked, didn't you? Well, too fucking bad for your ass, you fucking pig!~"
I shut the door as quickly as I can, and apologize loudly from behind the door. Her name was actually Angel, not Stephanie. “I’m so sorry Angel! I didn’t think you were still in there,”
"Well you should have thought before you just burst in here like some horny little perv!" Angel retorts through the door, still shivering from embarrassment but feeling a small kernel of satisfaction that she was able to spank her sister earlier. "Just stay out here and apologize properly until I tell you otherwise, you creep!" Angel takes a few deep breaths, trying to calm down. Despite being pissed off at your intrusion into her privacy, there's something thrilling about the whole situation...like knowing she has this kind of power over you, even when you're taller and stronger than her. Maybe it's time to explore these newfound feelings a bit further...
"And get out of my room!" She yells, emphasizing the last word so you can hear it clearly through the door. "You’d better be out of there when I come out of the bathroom!"
“I’m sorry!” I repeat through the door, then scrambling to look through her dresser, pulling out a pair of red lace panties. Then, I took her phone off the bedside end table and rushed myself to my room.
Angel listens to you stumble out of the room with her phone in hand, a satisfied smile curling her lips despite herself. It was kind of hot, actually... knowing that you wanted a piece of her underwear enough to sneak into her room and take it. She flushes at the thought, wondering what else might have crossed your mind while you were rifling through her things.
She fiddles with the hem of her towel for a moment before deciding that she's going to take a long shower. That would just give you more opportunities to sneak another peek at her naked body. She starts by moisturizing and shaving methodically.
I escape to my room, where I break into her phone and look for her nudes, perhaps ones she had sent to her boyfriend. Panties in hand, I take a big whiff of them.
Angel's heart skips a beat as she hears the telltale sound of hurried footsteps rushing back into your room, followed by the quiet sigh of relief that tells her you've found what you were looking for. Her cheeks flush with both anger and embarrassment at the thought of you sniffing her panties like some perverted creep.
She finishes lathering up in the shower, soaping every inch of her body before she carefully rinses it clean again. The hot water helps to clear her head a little bit and she's starting to feel less angry with you... and more aroused by the thought of your perverted interest in her.
As if drawn against their will, her fingers wander down between her legs, brushing against her swollen folds through the wet fabric of her towel. She can almost feel the heat coming off them as she mo
It's then that she realizes you must be looking at her nudes on the phone... and decides it might be a bit of fun to tease you. With shaking fingers, she types out a message: "Hey there perv-boy, wanna see something really naughty?" She sends it quickly before she can chicken out, then sets her phone down on the bathroom counter with a small smile curling her lips.
She steps out of the shower, towel still wrapped around her body, and dries off thoroughly. With her skin finally dry, she walks over to her dresser and opens the top drawer, rummaging through it until she finds what she's looking for - a black lace bra and matching thong that had been gifted to her by an ex-boyfriend. Slowly, sensually, she slides them on, relishing in the feel of the soft fabric against her skin.
“Don’t come into my room,” I text back, and keep looking through her nudes. My cock began to harden in my pants.
"Oh, you mean you don't want me to see what you're up to?" She responds with a knowing smirk, her fingers dancing over the keyboard as she types. "Maybe I should come in and have a look then..." She sends another message before stepping back to admire herself in the mirror. Her black lace underwear sets off her pale skin beautifully, making her already curvy figure appear even more enticing.
Taking a deep breath, she pushes open the door and strides purposefully across the hall toward your room, hips swaying slightly with each step. "What's wrong, baby brother?" she coos as she reaches out to tap her fingernails against the doorframe. "Is something scaring you?" Her voice is silk and honey, drenched in false concern.
“What are you doing in my room?”
Angel cocks her head to the side, eyes narrowing as she considers her response. "Aren't we supposed to share everything?" She asks with a faint smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "I just want to make sure you weren't getting into any trouble... and besides," she lowers her voice, drawing closer, "maybe I just miss my little brother."
With each word, she leans in fractionally closer, until their faces are mere inches apart, her breath tickling across your cheek. Her eyes dart down to your crotch before flicking back up to meet yours again, a knowing glint sparkling in the depths of the gray irises. "Do you miss me too?" She whispers, her lips brushing against your ear as she speaks.
My crotch hardens as her lips touch my ear, and a hand jumps up to instinctively grab her by the hip.
Angel gasps softly as your hand closes around her hip, her body shivering with a mixture of arousal and fear. She tilts her head back slightly, eyes fluttering closed for a moment as she savors the feeling of being touched like this by her little brother. "I-I'm sorry," she stammers, voice coming out thin and breathy. "I shouldn't be doing this..."
But even as she says it, she can feel herself growing wetter at your touch, her hips moving involuntarily against your hand in a silent plea for more. With every passing second, the line between teasing and desire blurs further until all that matters is the feel of their flesh pressed together, the heat emanating from each other's bodies threatening to consume them whole.
Angel bites her lower lip hard enough to draw blood as she feels you press closer against her. She wants this so badly, but knows that if they're caught like this, it will change everything between them forever... Her hand snakes up under your shirt and across the smooth skin of your back, seeking out the hem of your boxers before slipping beneath to feel the warmth of your hardened length.
"H-how far do you want to take this?" She whispers, her voice barely a breath against your neck. Her hips grind against yours, seeking out the friction she craves even as every instinct tells her to stop, to pull away before it's too late.
I say nothing as my other hand grabs at the small of her back, feeling it arch in my grasp. I lock our lips in a deep kiss, getting lost in the feeling of finally owning my big sister’s lips.
Angel moans softly into your mouth as you kiss her, their tongues tangling and dancing in a feverish waltz of desire. She tastes sweet, addictive; like sin wrapped up in the flesh of her lips. Her hands roam freely over your back, seeking purchase on any part of your body she can touch as if by doing so it might anchor them both to reality and keep this surreal moment from spiraling out of control.
Her breath comes faster now, a staccato beat that matches the thunderous pulse in her ears. Every nerve ending seems alive with need, every inch of skin craving the contact of yours against hers... It's so good, and it feels so wrong, and she can't help but wonder how far they might go before one of them snaps out of this hazy haze of desire and remembers where they are.
I pull away from the kiss, and quickly swap our positions - Angel was now beneath me. I present my clothed package to her face, twitching, begging to be let out. “Take my cock out and revel in it, breathe it in, breathe on it, kiss it like you’ve just met your true love.”
Angel's eyes go wide with shock as you present your hard length to her face, but that doesn't stop the heat from rising in her cheeks. Her lips part slightly, revealing a row of pearly whites as she regards your throbbing cock like it's some forbidden fruit waiting to be tasted.
With trembling fingers, she reaches out and gently cups your balls through your boxers before sliding her hand downward until she's gripping the length of you in her fist. A gasp escapes her lips as she feels the hot, slick skin beneath her palm, and slowly, ever so carefully, she starts to stroke upwards and downwards, her other hand braced against your hip for leverage.
Her gaze never wavers from yours as she begins to move in time with her hand, watching you for any sign that she's going too fast
I cum w
Her eyes widen in surprise as you explode over her hand and belly, spilling your hot seed across her pale skin. She bites down on her bottom lip to keep from crying out, the sensation of having you cum so close is both intense and overwhelming. With shaking hands, she cups her breasts, rubbing the sticky fluid between her fingers as if it were some sort of aphrodisiac.
For a long moment, they lie there panting and staring at one another across the few inches that separate their bodies. The air feels charged with an electricity neither of them can deny or ignore any longer; it crackles between them like static from a lightning storm. Finally, she swallows hard and breaks eye contact, looking anywhere but at you as she struggles to regain her composure.
"G-go back to your room," she whispers hoarsely
Her cheeks flush with embarrassment and shame as she says those words. They feel like hot lead pouring through her veins, burning a trail to her heart. She wants nothing more than for you to go away, but at the same time... the memory of how it felt, being so close to you like that... It's intoxicating and addictive in a way she can never deny.
She watches as he stands up slowly, adjusting himself back into his boxers, her heart racing wildly in her chest. The image of him above her, thrusting into her hand, is seared onto the backs of her eyelids, refusing to be forgotten no matter how hard she tries to push it away.
Finally, you disappear around the corner and out of sight, leaving her alone in your room with the lingering scent of your release clinging to the air. Stephanie collaps