Lusting For My Sister

When I was in high school, the chief object of my masturbatory fantasies was not any of the beautiful girls in my classes, though God knows I lusted after them too; it was my sister, who was two years younger than I was and much more developed socially and sexually. I was hopelessly shy. She was already messing around with boys. If you think about it, it's not surprising that I lusted after her so obsessively. Unlike the girls in my school, my sister was just there, sometimes sharing a room with me. Inevitably, I sometimes saw her half undressed and in very revealing clothes. We would sometimes study or listen to the radio in the same bedroom, where she would often wear a tight "body shirt," as it was called, that showed off her nipples and snapped at the crotch. God, how I wanted to undo that snap! She had a particularly protuberant pubic bulge and sometimes I could see just a hint of camel toe. I think she was quite unaware of the effect she had on me. She probably took it for granted that family life forced us together and wouldn't have imagined that I came in my bedroom with an image of her straddling my cock. Although I playfully grabbed her upper thigh once or twice while pretending to be angry, I never really laid a hand on her. Would I have fucked her if she had shown any sign of nterest? In a heartbeat! So maybe it's a good thing it never went beyond sex in my head. Real sex might have ruined our relationship forever.

My chief masturbatory fantasy had to do with fucking her in the ass; that way, I imagined, we wouldn't have run any risk of pregnancy. And, of course, I imagined that she loved it and loved my cock and all the fucking and cock sucking and pussy eating we would have got up to. There was one night when things got a little closer than usual. Because we had guests that night, she had to give up her bedroom and sleep in the spare bed immediately adjacent to mine. As we lay there in the darkness, talking about any ordinary thing, I was furiously jerking off under the covers. I think she might have been able to tell from my breathing, especially when I came, what I was up to, but she never said anything.

There's one thing I haven't mentioned. I knew exactly what her sweet pussy and pert adolescent tits and ass looked like, and here's why: Because our shower didn't work for the longest time, my sister had to use the upstairs bathroom to take baths. What no one ever knew was that I had carefully carved a peephole in the masonry below the faucets where the bathtub joined the bathroom tiling. That bathroom was immediately adjacent to my bedroom, where I sat masturbating as I beheld her lovely body stretched out in the bathtub. I made sure to be in that room whenever she took a bath. Although she never, to my disappointment, played with her pussy, I remember her soaping her tits somewhat sensually. The climax, so to speak -- and I tried to cum whenever this happened -- was when she rose to her knees to adjust the faucets. When she did that, her c**t was no more than seven or eight inches from my face. I almost could have reached her clit with my tongue.

So no, I never fucked her or ate her out or did any of the sexual acts I dreamed of doing with her. But because I knew just what her body looked like, it made it easier for me to imagine doing all those things as I spent my high school years jerking off, when I was lucky, to a full view of her lovely adolescent body.