Wild Sex Tales(Erotica)

In any case, I got my turn to see my sister naked a few days later. I was in my bedroom, taking a work call. When it was over, I opened my door and there was Jennifer, in all her glory, getting changed into pajamas.

“Oh shit,” I said, mirroring my sibling from before. She was half bent over, lifting her panties off her ankle. Her breasts were bigger than I’d realized. Her stomach perfectly flat. She had a full, brown bush. A cute little butt. I was seeing all of her. Snapshots flashing in my mind.

“Getting changed here,” Jennifer said.

“I know. I’m sorry.” I slowly backed away into my bedroom, like stepping away from a gunfight.

After that we had a talk. I had a little fold-out card table I used for meals, so I brought that out. We both sat there staring at our hands.

“I’m sorry about before,” I said, “But I think we need some ground rules. You’ve got to let me know when you’re changing like that.”

“I didn’t want to interrupt your call,” Jennifer said.

I knew she was right. Damn. “Maybe I should knock first?”

“You’re going to knock every time you leave your own bedroom?” Jennifer said, “That seems silly.”

“I don’t know what else to do. I feel bad about seeing you,” I said.

“My body isn’t that terrible,” Jennifer said, looking away.

“Your body’s amazing.” Did I just tell my sister her body was amazing? I winced, waiting for an epic tongue lashing. Instead, Jennifer looked at me with something like affection.

“You’re not bad either,” she said, a silly grin slipping across her face, “You’re trim. You have a nice broad chest. Good legs.”

“Siblings shouldn’t say those about each other,” I said.

“No, but here we are,” Jennifer said, “Look, living like this is going to lead to things happening. It’s not a big deal. I know we’re practically strangers, but you are my brother. We’ll make it work.”

I was surprised at how mature my little sister was being about all this. Most women, even those my age, would be having a fit right now. Any human, really, was going to be guarding their personal space. But Jennifer took it all in stride.

“From now on, it’ll be easier if we accept that these things are going to happen,” Jennifer said.NôvelDrama.Org copyrighted © content.

“So, I can bust in on you whenever?” I asked.

“Something tells me I don’t have to worry about you perving on your sister,” Jennifer said. Oh, if she only knew.

*

After that conversation, we settled into an easy routine. We caught each other on occasion, but it stopped being a big deal. Our inner similarities overcame our unfamiliarity, I guess. It helped that my job asked for 70 hours a week most of the time. And Jennifer’s internship worked her into the ground. If we saw each other for five hours during a week, total, then that was a lot.

Our common contact was mostly chaste, anyway. It came down to more typical things, like how the little couch basically forced us to cuddle if we wanted to watch TV together. We sat so close at the table for dinner that we were practically in each other’s laps. It was nice, in a way, having the comforts of a companion without any of the complications.

Then Jennifer caught me masturbating.

I was lying back in bed, iPad in one hand, cock in the other. I was getting pretty close to a tipping point when my door flew open.

“Matt, I was just thinking about making… Oh!” Jennifer stood in my doorway. Jaw agape.

I dropped my dick like it was on fire.

“Oh, Matt, I’m so sorry,” she said. But she didn’t leave the doorway.

“Jennifer?”

“Right. Sorry. I was about to start a movie and I thought you’d want to join me, so I came back here and I…”

“Jennifer!”

“Damn it. Right. Sorry.” My sister shut the door behind her. I lay back in bed for a while. My hard-on wasn’t returning anytime soon. I found my sister attractive, yes, but getting caught like that was the opposite of alluring. All I could think about was my sister in the next room, freaking out or worse.

Finally, I pulled on my clothes and came out. Jennifer was sitting on the couch. She was staring at the TV, but it wasn’t on.

“Matt, I…”

“It’s fine,” I said, “Like we said, these things are going to happen. I’m sorry you had to see me. See that. You know what I mean.”

“I’m the one who’s sorry,” Jennifer said.

I sat down next to her and put my arm around her shoulders. I don’t know why, she just seemed to need comforting. As soon as I touched her, she started to cry.

“I’m ruining everything for you,” she sobbed, “You can’t even do, you know, without your dumb, dopey little sister interrupting you.”

“It’s fine,” I said. I stroked her hair soothingly.

“It’s really not. I mean, you’ve had to change your whole life around me. You can’t even use the bathroom in private. You’re not able to bring home girls. You must hate me so much.”

“I wasn’t doing that before you got here, either,” I said.

“Bringing girls home?”