*This story is a complete work of fiction*
Sunlight finally roused me from my sleep at one thirty in the afternoon, shining into my room from the single window well above my bed. My “cave,” the loft-sized room I had been renting from my mother for the last year, was almost perfect. I had just as much space as I needed; I had my own full-bathroom, even a half-assed kitchenette. The place’s only downside was its location–it was half of my mother’s basement. At least the rent was cheap, which was a nice consolation from my prior bad luck.
After senior year of high school, I couldn’t wait to find my own place. I moved downtown into a grubby old townhouse on the older side of the city. I found a decent job at a thrift store on the same block, and started my solo life at the age of 18. Just one year later, a shopping mall quietly bought up every business on my block, including my store. They also dropped a little cash off at my landlord’s place. He sold them the leases to the four houses he owned on the end of my block…the last of which was my house. Within a month I was jobless and homeless. I was nineteen, ill-prepared, and in absolute dread of moving back home.
Don’t get me wrong, I love my mom. She didn’t have an easy time raising my sister and me by herself. She did an outstanding job all the same, giving her two kids fair boundaries and expectations while simultaneously keeping a respective distance and trusting generously. An all-around superstar parent.
Regardless, she was still my mother, and even with a traveling advertising career that kept her away for weeks at a time, she still found plenty of opportunity to coddle and nag at me during her time-off. I’m a private person, and after spending a year on my own, even a little bit of pestering was way too much. To make matters worse, my crazy nineteen-year-old sister Angie had also recently gotten kicked out of her place and was also forced to move back home, along with all of her invasive annoying habits. She thankfully tended to avoid the basement, claiming it was cold and that she needed more sun light in her daily routine. Needless to say, I tended to stick to the sanctity of my precious cave whenever I spent time at the house.
After triple checking the time on my wall clock, I drowsily sat up and assessed my current condition. I expected a righteous hangover, and was surprised when I found that I was yet still drunk from my previous night out with friends. I hadn’t gotten home until 2:45 am that morning, happy to see that Mom’s car was gone. Mom wouldn’t be gone at that time unless she had been called out to work, meaning she could be gone anywhere from 3 to 8 days. That translated to “Cook a messy breakfast for myself, harassment free!” In my tipsy head. But first, I needed to wash the greasy feel of the bars from my skin and the stale cigarette smoke from my hair.
I got up, stumbled into my private bathroom, switched on the light, and then vent fan. The fan whirred to life instantly, pumping out white noise just loud enough to signal to the other house occupant my intentions of showering. The house’s water heater was old, and only allowed enough hot water for about one 30 minute shower or about two ten minute showers, split amongst the house’s two levels. I know this for a fact, because many fights have been started because of this problem.
As I had predicted, the announcement of my bathroom fan instantly inspired a distant squeal of anger followed by stomping footsteps heading in the direction of the stairs. A smug smile crept across my face as closed my bathroom door. I pulled my half-mast of morning wood from out of my boxers, about to take care of my morning pee, just as the outer door to my bedroom was breached. The battle of wills had begun
“Hell fucking no, Nathan,” My sister growled at me from outside the bathroom door. “I was just about to get in upstairs.”
“Hmm…I didn’t hear the upstairs fan on…” The smile on my face grew wider as I made the decision to do the brotherly thing and antagonize my poor older sis. “If I heard the fan on, I would have known you were about to shower.”
“I don’t care WHAT you heard or didn’t hear! I’m not waiting for three fucking hours for the hot water to come back! I waited last time”
“Psshh, ‘last time’,” I mimmicked with exaggerated exasperation. “I’ll be quick, okay? You’ll have plenty of hot water. Now get out of my damn room, please.” As fun as it was for me to annoy my pushy older sister, Angie’s presence outside the door was breaking my concentration. So I went to my go-to move when I had trouble working up the stream. I started fantasizing about sex. Memories of fucking my latest ex-girlfriend came first, peppered with images from the last porn I watched.
“You never take quick showers, Nate!” Angie whined, “Please can I go first?”
“I seem to recall asking you that very same thing in the very same way just three days ago, and I also remember you telling me to go ‘jerk myself off.’” I remembered her saying it because it was raunchy, and we never really talked like that to each other before. We joked around, talked about all sorts of things, and generally got along with each other just as much as we argued and pestered one another. Probably because of our closeness in age, we always just seemed to unconsciously avoid any joking/talking/teasing about anything sexual. Hearing Angie tell me to go jerk off had caught me off guard, stuck in my head, and even kind of turned me on despite my overwhelming rage at that given time.
Angie huffed out a few exasperated breaths, and I could picture her short 5’5” frame with arms crossed as she considered which diplomatic tactic to use next. She chose to get mad, slamming a palm against the unlocked door, rattling it, shouting, “That time was different! I needed to get to the stylist’s before Nikki’s shift was over!”
A fond memory of watching my ex’s swollen pussy lips grinding the tip of my swollen cock was shattered by the face of Angie’s ugly hairstylist friend in my head, carried by my sister’s voice, reminding me of what she said, making me think of her saying it…
I shook the dirty thought from my head before it got the chance to get dirtier. “That’s right, I remember that now too!” I responded, “And now I remember that you came home an hour and half later and took ANOTHER shower before I got the chance, so it seems to me that you still owe me.” I stood there with my now re-hardening dick in my hand, trying to will the urine out of my bladder. The redhead with the big tits at the bar last night wiggled behind my eyes, followed by the slender brunette…the one that looked sort of like Angie…STOP IT, NATE!
But the urge to pee was getting painful, and I couldn’t shake my stupid sister from my head with her nagging at me while I palmed my half-rod. “Go away; I’m taking a fucking shower.” The frustration helped to curb my stage-fright, and I felt the stream slowly make its way to the surface. Just at the moment of sweet release, the knob to my bathroom door wrenched violently to the side, and the door was flung open.
“GOD DAMN IT NATHAN! I need to…” Angela’s fury trailed off as she came in full view of my half-erect penis. “Oh! Umm…”
“Jesus Angie! Stop looking!” I blurted in my sudden embarrassment.
“Sorry, Nate, sorry. I…”
“What the fuck, Ang?” I felt heat bloom up from my neck to warm my face uncomfortably. My morning piss had come with a vengeance, and there was no angle for me to shuffle to in order to block my older sister’s view. As I stood there, pissing and looking stupid, I noticed that for a solid two or three heartbeats that Angie’s eyes never left my cock, never even blinked, until she realized she was staring at her own brother’s fuck tool. Her round brown eyes grew wide and her cheeks flushed red instantly, but instead of running in horror from the basement, she simply donned a stunned little smile, shifted her slender form a few degrees away, and started idly playing with her long raven hair.
A few more heartbeats later, I realized in my stupor that she was waiting for me to finish peeing. A mixture of indignant defiance, curiosity, and an alien excitement kept from berating her out of my presence. A few seconds later I finished, shaking my cock just slightly longer for the benefit of Angie’s wandering eyes. Her pupils visibly dilated at the mini-show, and her eyes locked focus with mine for a split second before she apparently found her modestly and quickly turned around.
“I, um, I need to shower too,” Angie’s unseen smile carried over in her voice, “I…can’t wait for two hours for the how water to come back.”
“Well…” I muttered as I tried to problem-solve with my hormone-clouded brain. “Like I said, I can take a quick one.”
“No, you can’t!” She giggled, shifting her poster to the other hip, “C’mon Nate, let me go first, please?”
“I don’t think so!” I chuckled flirtatiously Holy shit, am I flirting with my sister? “You think I take too long? I don’t even know how the water can still be warm towards the ends of your epic shower times.” I started to notice how Angie was still wearing her usual sleeping attire as well: short little cotton shorts, a black wife beater, and probably nothing else. No bra covering the plump little B-cup titties facing away from me, no tiny little panties hiding my sister’s pouting snatch. That thought was enough to push me past whatever reservations I was still feeling about the situation. My wilting cock started to stir up once again, and a genius little plan began to formulate out of my growing urge.
“Actually, I might have an idea.” I mused out-loud as I calmly dropped my boxers and began lifting the T-shirt off my back.
“Which is?” Angie replied, turning her head slightly back, her voice sounding just a little thicker than normal.
Again, she shifted her weight to the other hip. I took full appreciation of the movement in her legs, how Angie’s tight little ass under her shorts was a little rounder than I’d ever given it credit for in the past. My eyes started eating the smooth-looking skin on the swells of her calves, her inner thighs, her toned shoulder blades.
“You could shower with me.”
The words tumbled out of my mouth as if they fell out of my thoughts, like I hadn’t actually spoken them at all. Angie turned her head sharply, the playful air about her instantly replaced by caution. Her eyes found my fully hard dick first, then the rest of my nakedness. Her graceful body went still, as if she was put on pause, and I started to worry that I had gone too far.
“Just a thought,” I covered hastily. “I mean, we’re both adults, right? It’s just taking a shower. Just getting clean…Big deal, right?” I mumbled the last bit as I slid the shower door open and stepped inside, starting to worry about what my sister might be thinking of me for offering such a thing.
“It would be like when we were little…” Angie said quietly, easing back from her defenses. “Remember when we used to take bathes?” Angie turned to me with that sparkly giggle of hers painted all over her face.
“Haha, of course I do. Remember how we used to spit water at each other’s eyes?”
Angie laughed full-throatily, “I remember you doing that to me, asshole! None of that this time, okay?” She turned and closed the bathroom door behind her. MY GOD, IS THIS REALLY HAPPENING? My older sister then grabbed the hem of her beater and began to pull up, flashing me her smooth, toned stomach dotted with a little gold bead at her navel. My pulse caught in my throat as the lowermost swell of her perky tits peeked out, when Angie abruptly stopped undressing. “One more thing though, since it really isn’t quite like before though,” She said as she turned her still unsure eyes to me, and said, “Lights off, all right?” She flipped the switch without giving an answer, leaving us both is solid darkness, and proceeded to shuffle out of her pajamas. My cock and I were both disheartened by losing out on the striptease, especially since I had never actually seen my sister naked before, but instead of brooding I started to work the faucet, and soon had wonderfully warm water cascading over me.
Moments later a lithe hand pressed gently on my shoulder, telling me my naked sister was just inches from me in the pitch black shower. The slight touch sent ripples of gooseflesh across my back and up my arms, making my hard dick bob once. That slight touch had also brought with it the gravity of the situation I had just put myself in. What am I doing? What am I going to do? What was I expecting to happen? How can I even try to do anything? What the hell is Angie thinking?
We washed ourselves in silence for five or so minutes, me not yet turning around to face my sis.
When it was time for me to wash my hair, I asked her to hand me the bottle on the shelf behind her, rather than reaching for it myself with my rock hard tool sticking out the front of me.
“Not this bottle, the one next to it.” I told her, handing back the bottle of body wash she had given me.
“There are three bottles here, pal. Which one is which?”
“I need the medium sized one; it’s got a little knobby-thing on the lid.”
“What? Here. Take it.”
“Duh not this one, this is the fucking body wash again.”
“Well I don’t fucking know! Get it yourself. Give it to me when you are done, too. I need it.”
“Sure thing,” I said as I carefully rotated in place. I almost made it all the way before the swollen head of my cock brushed up against the burning silk of my sister’s smooth hip. Angie sucked in a quick breath and we both jumped like we had been shocked, although I had mostly flinched due to the white hot jolt of pleasure the touch had given me. Without saying anything, R reached in the general direction of the ledge, successfully avoiding contact with both Angie and the bottles of soap. Leaning in to reach further, my cock poked into the damp fluff of my sister’s pubic hair, grinding upward to the slick wet contrast of her firm lower stomach.
Angie gasped as I stifled a rumbling moan. I grabbed the bottle and spun, expecting either a barrage of fists and insults or the sound of the shower door being flung open as Angie fled in disgust. I could feel my heart pounding everywhere from temples to my neck to my throbbing groin. What the fuck did I just do? Was that an accident? What will she say?
“So…How big is it?” said a curious little voice from the darkness behind me. She didn’t have to elaborate.
“About seven inches long, five inches thick.” I said matter-of-factly as I poured a bit of shampoo into my hand and placed the bottle on the lip of the tank just to my right. I started lathering as Angie responded.
“Psshh, nuh-uh.”
“What do you mean, ‘Nuh-uh,’ ” I barked back, ready to be offended. “It isn’t like seven inches is huge. What’s so hard to believe?”
“Seven inches is actually pretty damn good, at least from my experience thus far. There are a lot of guys out there making up the difference for all the horse-cocked porn stars out there. Honestly, I wouldn’t want to take one bigger than, say, eight inches anyway…they hurt and they stretch your fuckin’ pussy out. Where’s the shampoo, damn it?”
“I…wouldn’t know about that I guess. Oh! Shampoo’s down on the right.” The few sentences that had just come out of my sister’s filthy mouth buzzed at my brain like the liquor I was still working through. I’ve never heard Angie say anything like that before! Is my sister a slut? Has she…
Angie moved too far forward in her search of the bottle of shampoo. Two sharp little points followed by two luxuriously soft mounds mashed into the middle of my back, along with the smooth, hot skin of my Angie’s stomach, ending in a slight tickle of her muff on my buttock. Again, the contact lasted mere seconds as Angela corrected her balance, but this time we both broke out in giggles, like two children playing in a bathtub.
“Besides,” My sister continued, “Your cock isn’t that big, you liar.”
“Is so,” I retorted with authority as I began rinsing the soap from my hair. “I’d think I’d know how big my own dick is.”
“Yeah well I saw your dick, and it wasn’t that big, no way.”
“You saw me at half-mast, that doesn’t count.”
“You were fully hard, liar.”
I faced my big sis to better defend my penis’s honor, and said, “Just trust me, I’ve measured it.”
“No way can it be…” Angie’s hand brushed against my hard-on, interrupting her thought. Again I froze in the instant of bliss the touch gave me, and I thought I heard her sigh a quiet “hmmm…” right before she did something completely unexpected and wrapped her dainty fingers around the meat of my shaft, gripping…
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