I slept fitfully, wracked by erotic dreams of doing debauched things with my sister. I startled awake and saw, who else, sitting on the side of my bed. Darcy was wearing another t-shirt and panties combo, this one royal blue on top and canary yellow on the bottom.
“Hey little bro,” Darcy said, “Or should I say big bro?” My sister looked down at my crotch, meaningfully. My dick stood at attention, like it was a new recruit and she was a high-ranking officer. I told myself it was the dreams that had me hard. Simple biology, right? Morning wood and all that.
Darcy gave me her now-familiar wink. “I need a shower,” she said, “And so do you.”
My sister grabbed my wrist and pulled me out of bed. As we crossed the hall, I saw my parents’ bedroom door was open and their room was empty.
“They left about ten minutes ago,” Darcy said, answering my unspoken question. She dragged me straight into the bathroom. It had been built in the 1960s and it showed, with pink tile and gray grout. We had one of those tub-shower things with tinted, sliding glass doors. Darcy reached in and turned on the water. It hissed and popped, then finally streamed out.
Then, like it was nothing, my sister pulled her t-shirt over her head. I couldn’t help it. I goggled as Darcy’s bare breasts appeared before me. Somehow, we’d done all this, but I’d yet to see her completely topless.
Darcy’s chest was as impressive a sight as anything I’d witnessed in my young life. She had a pair of massive mounds that were at least two sizes too big for her skinny body and topped with tight, cherry nipples. My sister saw my reaction and a smile crept across her face. Her cheeks even went a little pink. Darcy shook her chest for me, and I swear my eyes jiggled right along with her boobs.
Then she straightened. “Come on,” Darcy said, “I have to get going or I’ll be late for work.” She reached over and started pulling my shirt off me. I took the hint and got out of my clothes. I was naked in front of my big sister. Strange that it was so casual, but I guess after someone has sucked your dick a few times, them seeing you naked doesn’t seem like that big a deal?
I mean, I guess I looked ok. I had my high school body which could eat for days and still look trim. I had dark chest hair on my pecs and stomach, though not enough to be a gorilla. I looked like me, is what I’m saying, which is neither a compliment nor an insult. Still, my sister gave me a smile of approval as she saw me totally naked for the first time.
Then it was her turn. Darcy pulled her panties off with a flourish and tossed them off to the side. My older sister had a small tuft of brown hair over a pair of very tidy labia. Her pussy split open slightly at the top, revealing her little clit, but otherwise it was taut, almost demure.
Finally, as if this was the biggest reveal of all, Darcy reached back and undid her hair, letting her long, golden-brown locks fall free. Her hair hung down to slightly above her stomach, covering her breasts in a way that almost made them more alluring. Again, my sister caught me staring. Again, she blushed at my attention.
I’d seen plenty of naked women in my life. OK, in pictures and video clips but still. I’d never witnessed anything like this. Darcy was an apex woman. The feminine ideal with long hair, wide hips, flawless skin and a sexy smile. For a moment, for the first time, my brain shut down and let me appreciate what I was looking at. God damn I wished she wasn’t my sister.
Darcy bent over to test the temperature of the water, giving me a good look at her pert little butt and plump, purple pussy. She did a little shimmy and stood up. “I think it’s ready,” Darcy said, “I can tell you already are.” She hefted my dick in her hand, then grabbed it and used it to pull me into the shower with her.
My older sister giggled as we got under the water.
“You soap me first,” Darcy said. She handed me the body wash and a loofa. I figured I should take this seriously, so I started on her stomach and legs. Darcy watched me do this with a playful smirk. Then she reached down and put my hands on her breasts.
They were soft, overflowing my hands, and lovely to touch. I lifted Darcy’s boobs. Pinched her deep red nipples. Darcy gasped, then grinned. I did my best to shout down that part of my brain that didn’t like this. It was getting easier, which was almost worse.
My sister turned around and let me soap her back and bottom. That was another new experience, squeezing Darcy’s heart-shaped ass. Again, I told myself, there was nothing wrong with this. It’s fine to have a little fun. Like she’d said, we weren’t having sex.
And that was the moment I had my revelation. There, on my knees, cupping my sister’s buttcheeks in my palms, pretending to be cleaning them. Darcy had said it herself: no sex. Was this really so wrong, then? I mean, I was naked in the shower with a beautiful woman. Who cared if she was my sister, honestly? And if we weren’t having actual intercourse, was it so bad to be together?
I gave my sister a little kiss on her butt. She play swatted at me, then turned around.
“Your turn!” Darcy announced. She grabbed the soap, lathered it between her hands, and grabbed right for my cock. Holy fuck! My knees wobbled, and I almost toppled over, it felt so good.
“See?” Darcy said, “Lube.” She used both hands to stroke me up and down. It took three pumps, maybe, before I was splattering the tub with my spend.
I stood under the steaming water, panting. I had my hand on the tile wall to hold myself up. Darcy hadn’t so much jerked me off as she had milked me. Just ripped the orgasm out of my body. Left me a hollowed, exhausted shell.
Darcy held up her hand to show me it was covered in cum. The water quickly washed away the thick strings between her fingers.
“I know you’ve been struggling with this,” Darcy said, “Twice a day isn’t enough for a boy your age. But today is Friday and I promise, we’ll get some serious work done on the weekend.”
She kissed my forehead, very matronly, and slid open the shower doors. I was still standing there – soaking in the hot shower and short of breath – as I heard my sister’s car race out of the driveway.
*
I spent the whole day enjoying my newfound rationalization. All of this was fine, even fun. As long as we didn’t have sex, I could (should!) be enjoying my sister’s attention. How many guys would kill for this situation? I knew a lot of my friends crushed hard on Darcy. If I told them she was giving me two-a-day oral exams, were they going to be disgusted? I doubted it.
Did my stomach twist a little, thinking about what my sister was doing to me? Sure. But I told myself that I wasn’t allowed to feel that way. Darcy was doing me a huge favor, a kingly kindness, and I was going to enjoy it whether I wanted to or not. Again, as long as it wasn’t sex, it was OK. That was my new mantra.
Feeling better about all of this, I had my first pleasant day since it started. I smoked up, played videogames, blared my music, and had fun. When my parents came home, they made dinner, and we had a lovely, chatty meal. If my Dad was worried about our encounter in the hallway from the night before, he didn’t say anything.
That night, Darcy came into my room wearing black, thong panties and nothing else.
“You enjoyed my boobs so much this morning, I thought we could try something different,” Darcy said.
She climbed on the bed and wrapped her breasts around my cock. I was already hard, of course. My sister had my dick better trained than I did. She moved her tit flesh up and down my dick slowly, looking up at me and daring me to stare back.