Home Early by GSpot69
My college class ended early, and my sister thought she was home alone. Surprise!! , The first time I saw my sister naked, my knees trembling and my throat becoming suddenly dry. Pictures of naked women abounded on many websites, 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. We had a normal childhood. I was not supposed to notice her sexually. But even at a young age, I do remember being aware that my sister was very attractive.
She was a very beautiful brunette, 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.
That is, until I saw her naked. To be fair, it was not in any way her fault. My classes ended early, and she had not expected anyone to be home. As I headed to my bedroom, I heard the shower stop. Odd that my sister would be taking a shower this late in the day. I hadn’t bothered to call out to her when I realized the bathroom door was wide open. I caught sight of her as I passed.
She had just stepped out of the shower, and was bent over, drying her legs and feet. She then straightened up and started to dry her 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 me as I approached the door. My body stopped instinctively, and my gaze went right to her legs and rear end, both splendidly on display. 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 was getting hard. I had to get out of there, now. Any second she would turn and see me, and my obvious arousal, and it would be hell. She would think I was sick and perverted, and she would be right.
In seemingly slow motion, it happened. She turned, shook the hair from her face, while still holding the towel in her hand. She pivoted around to face the mirror and saw me in the doorway. Without covering herself, she turned 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.
“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.”
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. Judging by the tent pole in your shorts, I think you did mean to stare.”
My hands went to my crotch. 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.
“Well, what am I supposed to do?”
She shrugged, causing me to take notice of her breasts once again. “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.