Falling in Love With My Sister Pt. 01

For as long as I can remember, Fathers day weekend was always spent at a 6 flags amusement park. Dad loved to drag my sister and me across the country every year to eat junk food, have a campfire, and get sick on the rides.

When I was younger, I loved it. We would all stay in a cabin with bunks, and have a marshmallow roast in the evenings. Sometimes Dad even let me drink a beer. My mom and my sister seemed to go along with the plan, as long as we got to shop at an outlet mall along the way. Everyone looked forward to it.

Now that I was 18, the trip wasn’t the same. The marshmallow routine was getting old, and the 5 hour drive to get there was just a back seat prison that I shared with my snotty older sister. I was sure hated me and we argued incessantly.

She was 2 years older than me and in college. Her name was Amy but I called her Britt or Britt-Amy, because she was a huge Britney Spears fan growing up, and it made her crazy when I did it. She also looked like Britney, with long blonde hair and a small athletic body.

Amy looked after herself, and was on the college volley ball team and track squad. My friends all thought she was gorgeous, but I would never tell her that. I was too busy trying to annoy her so she’d lose her shit, and hopefully she, would get in trouble for it.

When I really got under her skin, she called me Cheese burger. I worked out every day, but I couldn’t get my stomach as chiseled as hers, and she knew it. She just had great abs, and no matter how hard I tried, mine were average compared to hers. When she teased me about being fat, I wanted to kill her.

After hours in the car with her and I fighting about everything from putting feet on each other, to how much the window should be open, we were there. Dad headed in the office to get the cabin key, and mom tried to convince us to be nicer to one another.

When Dad got back he looked at us and said “They can’t rent us a cabin with bunkbeds anymore because Amy’s an adult, so you guys will have to share a queen bed this weekend.”

Amy look at me, “At least one of us is an adult,”

“Shut up!” I erupted, “I’m not sharing a bed with her!”

“I’d rather die!” she said, “Dad, can’t we get a bigger cabin?”

Dad was matter of fact, “Listen, this is the only cabin they had, so you two will just have to figure it out.”

Mom tried to smooth it over, “Just pile pillows between you, or a blanket,” she offered.

Amy chimed in again “Mom, can’t I sleep with you?”

Dad wasn’t having any of it, “I am not driving back home at this hour, you guys have always shared a room in the past, this is no different.”

I knew dad wasn’t gonna give up his weekend with mom. Amy and I always heard them having Fathers Day sex on these weekends. Dad definitely wasn’t passing on that. Reluctantly, we headed down to the cabin to check it out.

When we pulled up it looked like a nice cabin. It had big windows facing the lake and a large fire pit out front with logs to sit on. The living room was huge and had an open kitchen attached. There was a big TV, a fireplace and lots of comfy looking chairs.

We headed down the hallway to find the bedrooms. The main bedroom was also huge and had a king size bed with an attached bathroom. At the end of the hall was our room.

The last bedroom was quite large and had a big bank of windows facing the amusement park in the distance. There were a couple large chairs and a queen size bed in the middle of one wall. A couple small dressers fit neatly under the bank of windows, and it had an attached bathroom with floor to ceiling mirrors.

Mom looked around said “This wont be that bad you guys, there’s lots of room.”

Amy looked at me and said “He better keep his mouth shut.”

I mimicked her “He better keep his mouth shut,” and went over to one of the dressers to unpack.

Mom said “You guys get settled in, I’ll be back to say goodnight later. We’re gonna have a big day tomorrow!” and off she went.

It was after 9 pm now, Amy looked at the bed and them me. “Lets just get through the weekend, ok.” and she also started to unpack.

“I can do it if you can,” I replied. I had finished unpacking and sat on the bed to look at my phone.

Once Amy finished unpacking, she turned to me, “Do you need the bathroom?” she asked.

“No,” I replied, “You can go do whatever it is you do all day in there.”

“I need a shower,” she grumbled, “You remember, cleaning yourself?”

“I had one this morning,” I said, never looking up from my phone.

“Thank god for that,” she replied and headed off to the bathroom.

I took off my socks, t-shirt and shorts and sat on the bed in my boxer shorts. I spent the next 40 minutes going down various rabbit holes on my phone. I watched epic fails on Youtube, and read reviews for the newest Overwatch release. I was lost in TicTok videos when Amy came back from the bathroom.

She had a red towel wrapped around her head, and a cosmetics bag in her hand. She was wearing a white t-shirt from her high school that had been washed so often it was almost transparent. She sat on one of the big chairs at the end of the bed and put one of her feet up on the mattress.

She opened the cosmetics bag and took out some blue nail polish, giving it a good shake as she did. Then she took out a small nail file, and started to file her toenails. She was completely oblivious that sitting that way, it gave me a perfect view of her thin pink panties, that barely covered her pussy.

I pretended to be looking at my phone as I checked her out. She had just shaved her tanned legs and they looked soft and smooth. It was very sexy to see the line where her tan ended, and the pink panties began. I felt myself starting to get turned on, when I noticed little wisps of blonde hair curling around the lace edge of her skimpy underwear.

It was easy to see the details of everything between her legs, because the cotton was stretched by her extra thick pussy pussy lips. Even the location of her clit was no secret.

Her t-shirt was snug, and she was braless. The outline of her tits was so clear you could tell how small and firm they were. Little nipples gently poking into the faded cotton. Her blue eyes and blonde hair that cascaded over her shoulder made her look even sexier. I had to admit, my sister was a hot.

I must have gotten lost in a trace of some kind, admiring her body for what seemed like forever before I herd her calling my name. “Kevin!” she yelled.

“Kevin! For fuck’s sakes… Earth to Kevin!”

I finally broke out of my trance, “What?” I said.

Amy pointed at my crotch. I looked down and I was horrified. I was pitching a tent in my boxer shorts that was so big, it looked like I was trying to hide the empire state building under a napkin. I grabbed a pillow and covered up as fast as I could.

“Are you looking at porn on your phone? You pervert!” she yelled.

“No,” I replied angrily.

I showed her the screen of my phone, it was playing a funny TicTok video about cats and dogs fighting. I had been ignoring the video for the past 15 minutes.

“You must have switched it,” she said. “Why do you always have to be so weird.”

“I’m not weird,” I said, and I went back to looking at my phone.

She settled back into painting her toe nails. I tried not to look at her again, and I almost lasted 10 minutes. After she finished her left foot, she put her right foot on the bed also. Her legs were open, and you could clearly see the edges of her pussy lips in the cotton panties.

A tiny bit of the material was caught in the center crease. I was transfixed, amazed at how ripe and sexy her pussy was.

“Enjoying the view?” She asked, after catching me staring at her crotch.

“I’m not looking at you.” I said firmly.

“Oh yes you are,” she said replied. “Move the pillow then!”

There was no way I was moving the pillow for her. My cock was throbbing hard and I had been laser focused on her spectacular pussy for 15 minutes.

“No,” I told her, “you can’t make me.”

“What’s the matter cheeseburger, you chicken?” she laughed and shook her head as she said it.

You bitch I thought, I’m not chicken or a cheeseburger.

I pulled the pillow off my groin and exposed the tent in my shorts again. “Happy now?” I said, before covering up again.

“Not as happy as you apparently,” she replied, going back to painting her nails.

I was so embarrassed, I didn’t look at her for the next 20 minutes. I could see out of the corner of my eye that she would look up at me sometimes, but she stayed quiet. She was just about finished her toes when she broke the silence, “Does it feel good?” She asked.

“Does what feel good?” I asked, grumpily.

“When you get hard like that, does it feel good?” she asked again.

I was trying to figure out if she was still teasing me, but there wasn’t anything in her manner that was mean or insulting. I decided to answer and see where this went.

“Yes, If you must know, it does feel good,” I replied.

She finished her toes and was admiring them. Then without looking at me she said, “did it happen because you were looking at me?”

The question made my heart pound. I did get hard because of her, but I didn’t want to admit it. I could lie and say no, but she would just call me a coward. Not knowing what to say I went with, “what do you think?”

She didn’t say anything for a moment. She was fanning her toes and looking at her phone.

“I thought they were smaller than that,” she said, a touch of amazement was in her voice.

“My penis?” I replied.

“Yes,” she said, still never making eye contact.

“I guess,” I said, “I don’t really know how big they’re supposed to be.”

We briefly looked at each other awkwardly, then went back to our phones.

“Can I see it?” she asked

“No,” I said quickly

There was a long pause again. She still had her feet up on the bed and made no effort to cover herself. I thought I could see a wet spot forming on the crease in her panties, but I wasn’t really sure. My eyes moved from her pussy, up to her tits and finally her face. When I caught her eye she winked, she had been watching me check her out the whole time.