Sister’s best friend moves in and things get interesting.
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My sister Carly and I are a year apart, almost to the day. When all this started, she was freshly 18 and a senior in high school. I had turned 19 the week before. I am taking a few classes at the local community college. I really don’t want to continue with college, but I am doing so mainly to pacify my parents. The deal my parents gave me is stay in college for at least a year, and they will pay off my truck note. I can also live at home rent-free, as long as I am still in school.
So, for now at least, at home I stay. In addition to school, I do freelance computer coding, working remotely online. I have started making some good money doing it so, honestly, finishing my associates degree is not likely to do me any good at this point. I am to the point now where I can probably afford to move out this summer. But that is a discussion for later in the story.
Now, this past summer, my sister’s best friend Karina moved in with us. We had known Karina and her family since elementary school. They lived only a few blocks away from us most of our lives. Growing up, I cannot recall very many weekends where Karin was not spending the night with us, or Carly was not over at their house. Those two were inseparable – almost too inseparable so to speak. For a while in school there were rumors about the two of them, but I am certain none of it was true at the time.
Sadly, Karina’s parents both died within a month or so of each other during the summer. Her mom, Debbie, had a Stage 4 stomach cancer. She was only diagnosed like six weeks before she died in mid-June. She went downhill fast. She used to be attractive enough for a woman in her 50’s, but near the end she was almost unrecognizable. Right after his wife died, Karina’s dad, Larry, started drinking heavily every day. He never managed to deal with his wife’s death. In late July he went on a weekend bender and ran his car off the reservoir bridge north of town. A couple of Sheriff’s Deputies pulled his body out of the water a few days later.
As it turned out, Larry and Debbie were both from very small families. Karina had an aunt and uncle outside of Boise who might be able to take her in. She also had an elderly grandmother in Mobile, but no other family, nor really any other place to go. She told us that she had not seen her aunt and uncle in almost nine years and did not know them well at all. Her grandmother lived in an assisted living center, so living with her was not an option. She dreaded the idea of moving in with people she barely knew, even if they were technically family.
Another interesting tidbit here; Karina was adopted from Russia when she was almost two years old. Larry and Debbie were not able to have kids of their own, despite trying for several years. The story goes that Debbie saw a talk show piece about overcrowded Russian orphanages and was inspired to reach out. Several months later she and Larry flew to St. Petersburg for two weeks and came home with baby Karina. That helped explain why Karina looked absolutely nothing like her mom and dad.
Larry and Debbie both had darker, olive-tanned skin and unmistakable Mediterranean features. I think Larry was Italian and Debbie’s heritage was Greek. Or maybe it was the other way around, I don’t recall exactly. Karina, however, is quite the opposite. She has fair, nearly alabaster skin, blonde hair and radiant green eyes. She appears almost Nordic in her features. She is not particularly tall, but otherwise you could easily mistake her for being a stereotypical Swedish beauty.
And what a beauty she grew up to be. Man, oh man! I must have spied on her in tiny tank tops and sexy bikinis thousands of times over the years. I’m pretty sure the first time I ever masturbated was to mental images of her. She had turned 18 right after she moved in with us. She was as sexy as a high school girl could be. She stood 5’2 or so, with shapely legs, nice curvy hips and a round ass. All topped off with a set of D cup tits to go with her dimpled face and gorgeous eyes. I swear I drooled every time I saw her from behind. Or from any angle, for that matter.
Back to the story. After the death of her parents, she did not really have anyone to support her nor anywhere to live. Her aunt and uncle were all but strangers, and of course there was no family in Russia to turn to. My folks talked with her aunt, uncle and grandmother, and everyone agreed there was no need to move her across the country before her senior year of high school. She was loved like family here, and we were fortunate enough to be able to house her without too much imposition.
Carly was over the moon to have her best friend around. Naturally I did not mind, although it meant another girl to share a bathroom with. I would have to adjust my morning schedule a bit and had to check the linen closet before I got in the shower to make sure the girls had not already used all the clean towels. These were small, minor concessions, and were more than balanced out by the thought of that sexy creature now living under the same roof on a permanent basis.
It took a few weeks for everyone to settle into a comfortable routine – Mom with the extra laundry to do, Dad with another mouth to feed, and me having to be extra quiet when I jerked off to porn on my laptop.
Alright, we are getting to the good stuff soon, I swear. Summer ended and Carly and Karina started their senior year of high school. I continued my work and took a few classes. We went through the fall semester and holidays without any real incidents. I got a new laptop for Christmas and the girls received new iPads. Karina’s grandma flew out to see us for a few days. She was a funny, quick-witted woman and kept us laughing her entire stay. Mom and Dad drove her grandmother back home to Mobile after New Year’s. That left me in charge of the girls for a day or so while they took a mini vacation.
There was still about a week to go before high school ramped back up. It was a Wednesday night. Well, technically, it was Thursday morning, exactly 2:45 am to be precise. I will certainly never forget; I had been at my desk doing some coding work for a client since around 8 pm. I got up, stretched, and went to the bathroom.
Carly and I had identical rooms that shared a Jack and Jill bathroom. Years ago, my sister and I had settled on a routine. You knock twice, call out that you’re coming in, then knock twice again. That gives whoever is in the bathroom time to respond and cover up if needed. There had been a couple of close calls and awkward moments over the years, but nothing more than quick flashes of skin as one of us closed the other door or tied a towel around themselves.
I could see the light on from under the door. This was nothing new, as Carly was notorious for never turning off the light. I knocked twice, “Coming in,” I declared. Knock, knock again. Hearing nothing, I eased the door open and stopped dead in my tracks.
There, sitting on the counter beside the sink was Karina. She had her head leaned back against the wall, earbuds in place. Her eyes were screwed shut, as if she were intently concentrating. She was topless, her gloriously large breasts sticking out for my eyes to feast upon.
I admit it took me a few moments to notice anything except those magnificent orbs protruding from her chest. Oh my god, they were absolutely perfect. So large and round, yet defying the laws of gravity, or physics, or whatever keeps things from hitting the ground. They were perfectly plump, sloping just slightly from her body. Her pink nipples were so tiny compared to the size of her tits. They were rock hard and pointing out directly at me, begging me to come suck on them.
After I took all that in, she moved slightly. Not only was she topless, Karina was all but naked, save for some small, sheer, pastel purple panties. They looked like the boy short variety, but it was difficult to tell for sure since they were not sitting in place as you would expect. No, they were pulled away from her body, as she had both hands under the waistband. My eyes nearly jumped out of their sockets. She was masturbating! One hand appeared to be making fast circles on her clit, the other was obviously pumping fingers in and out of her pussy. The gusset of her panties was dark, moisture clearly soaked into the material. She moaned loudly.