I Want You to Look

“Hey, I’m home”

No answer

“So, what’s the plan for dinner.”

Again, no response.

“Hey!”

“What? I already ate.” She replied with a dismissive tone, her eyes plastered to her phone.

“Alright… so, what about me?”

All I got in response was a half-hearted shoulder shrug, still busy typing away, her eyes laser-focused on the device in front of her.

I didn’t bother trying to talk to her any further. I knew that would have been a pointless endeavor. So I just went off to my room.

She’s been really aloof lately. Or to be more accurate, a total bitch.

I immediately locked my door after entering my room.

I was stressed and overworked. And Klara was not helping.

I was so done. Just so done with everyone’s bullshit. And why was her skirt so short? She didn’t even try and cover the white cotton panties underneath, in fact, her legs were wide open, almost inviting me to look. To stare at her creamy white thighs, at that very prominent cameltoe-

What the fuck is wrong with me. I am her big brother for fucks sake. Christ, Lukas, pull yourself together. You can’t keep thinking of her in such a manner.

But then again… fuck man. That cute little face she makes when she’s deep in thought. The way her skirt rides up her thighs as she sits down with her legs spread, the shape of her lips pressed against the fabric of her panties, just out there in the open for me to see.

I just want to… fucccck! Why does she have to be so fucking cute?

I did it, I couldn’t help myself. I didn’t even take off my trousers, I simply could not wait. I had to do it at that very moment. And so, I fished out my raging erection from the fly and started furiously jacking off. It did not take long for my orgasm to come forth, spewing out in powerful jets all over my hand and shirt.

I tried to remove the viscous gunk as best I could and threw the soiled shirt with the rest of my filthy clothes in the wash. The tissue followed suit in the trash bin next to my desk.

I need to get this under control. But before I do that, time to get some food in my belly. The orgasm made me even more hungry somehow. I could really go for some fish and chips.

And so, I went out but didn’t make it far until I realized something vitally important was missing. I forgot my wallet at home.

Stupid horny bastard. Maybe if you would get your mind out of the gutter once in a while, you would remember some shit.

I begrudgingly made the journey back.

Seeing as I wasn’t in the best of moods, I slammed the front door shut behind me. I expected her to yell from the living room, asking me what my problem was, but instead, I was greeted by the sound of hurried footsteps coming out of a room: my room. The sound of the rushing footsteps clearly emanated from my room; my room being the only one in the entire house which had a wooden floor. I would know those creaking noises from anywhere.

We usually respected each other’s privacy, never entering each other’s rooms without the other one being present. So this was a very unusual occurrence indeed. What could she possibly need in there?

I entered the living room and there she was, sitting in her usual spot on the couch. But I could immediately tell that there was something off about her.

Her breathing was heavy, probably from rushing out of my room. She was also trembling and her face was flushed. But what piqued my interest the most was her legs, they were closed very tightly shut.

Which I found very odd, to say the least. I’ve had many arguments with her over her laxness. She always wore her skirts short and did not care for any form of decency. She would sometimes bend over, sticking her butt out in front of me, not caring if I could see the material digging into the crack of her ass, not caring if I could see her pussy lips sticking out.

So, I found it very peculiar when I found her sitting there with her legs closed, since she would always keep her legs splayed open when she was sitting on that couch.

She ignored me as usual. But I could see her fidgeting ever so slightly as I got closer.

“Why are you back home so early”, she asked in a neutral tone, but with an unmistakable quiver coming through.

“Forgot my wallet”

“Oh”, she said, her voice small.

I didn’t try to press her for answers, instead, I headed straight for my room. Trying to find anything that would prove her presence was indeed present in my room.

I couldn’t tell that there was anything amiss at first glance, but what I did notice was something very distinctive. A scent in the air. An unmistakable fragrance. The scent of female arousal. And it was still strong and fresh, permeating through the entire room. Intoxicating me. This was the smell of a very aroused pussy. My sister’s pussy to be exact.

I walked around in a daze. Trying to process this new influx of information. Was my baby sister… masturbating in my room. Why? It just would not compute in my brain. How could this be possible? Why would she possibly do such a thing? I was absolutely baffled.

And then my eye caught the inside of the bin. Or rather, the lack of something in the bin. The tissues, my cum filled tissues, were gone. Where is it? Did she find it? What did she do with it? What the hell is going on?

Okay, alright, calm down. I need to think this through, rationally. Should I confront her about it? No, not yet anyway. I wouldn’t want to embarrass her, or myself for that matter. I think it would be best to just grab my wallet and get something in my system, who knows, I might start thinking more clearly once I cleared my head a bit and enjoyed some greasy, deep-fried fish and chips. But then again, I seriously doubt that.

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Another beautiful day behind me, same shit as always. As in, getting jerked around by my bosses. Can’t wait to be treated to a nice home-cooked meal after such a long day at work. Yeah, in my dreams maybe. She’s probably still in her school clothes, sitting on the couch as always.

“Hey Klara, do you also get that wonderful aroma of absolutely nothing for dinner.”

“I think there’s still some leftovers in the fridge.”

“Look here, when I come home I don’t want some cold leftovers from the fridge. I want a home-cooked meal. Alright. And I can’t keep getting takeout every day.”

“Sure bro.” She said nonchalantly.

I couldn’t even retort, as she shifted her legs, opening them up, and giving her perverted brother a clearer view of the material that was wedged up her snatch.

The words completely escaped me. So all I did was give a half-mumbled reply and stormed off toward my room, quickly locking the door behind me.

This time I wasn’t going to sully my shirt. So I removed it and immediately got started on cranking my dick, taking out all my frustration on it.

And it took an absolute beating. I did not hold back.

How dare she speak to me that way. That beautiful little cunt. Shit. Like I don’t matter. Fuck. Always showing off her perfect little pussy. Oh my god. Oh god. Shit. Fucccck me! Yessss!

I really was the perfect encapsulation of a loser. Jerking off to the thought of his own little sister.

There I laid, covered in my own cum. I quickly cleaned myself up. The semen pooled in the tissue, thick and viscous. I made sure to toss the tissue into the bin once more, wondering if it would ‘magically’ disappear again.

I guess this was my life now. I was a big, horny perverted freak and I just had to deal with it. I was also a very hungry perverted freak

Like clockwork, I went out for fish and chips once more.

No, don’t tell me… I can’t believe this. I, once again, for the second consecutive time, while on my way to get takeout, noticed something was missing. The missing item in question this time is my cellphone. God, I’ve been so scatterbrained lately. At least the house isn’t that far back this time.

I walked back briskly until I stood facing the front door, but not entering it. I realized something. What if she was in my room again? I needed to know for sure that I was right. I needed to see it, to be sure.

And so, I entered our home, trying to make as little noise as possible.

I wandered through the house as quietly as I could, hardly breathing, all my senses engaged.

She wasn’t in her usual spot in the living room. I peeked into her room as well, but she wasn’t there either, and I doubted she even knew what the inside of the kitchen looked like these days, so I knew she wouldn’t be there.

Before I could check the bathroom, I heard a noise. I immediately moved closer to investigate, but I already knew where the sound originated from, my bedroom.

As I neared the room, I started making out the sounds, and I knew it, I knew those distinct noises. Squeaking noises, my bed was making squeaking noises.

I finally made it to my bedroom door, standing in front of it, contemplating my next move. The squeaking was getting more pronounced, not loud, but I could tell something very conspicuous was happening in that room. And I had a very good idea of what that was.

Should I really do this? It could change everything between us. She’s my baby sister, I probably shouldn’t.

No wait, she’s in my room. She doesn’t belong there. She shouldn’t be there, doing that in my room, on my bed, where I sleep, where I jerk off, thinking about her. Fuck.

Admit it, you horny bastard. You just want to see your little sister playing with her pussy.

Okay, I admit it. Truth be told, If I’m being completely honest with myself, I already made the decision a while ago. I want to do this. I need to do this. All I need to do is just pull the trigger.

And pull the trigger I did, and what resulted from that action was an explosion, figuratively and literally. Because once I opened that door, absolute pandemonium ensued.

What I saw that day forever changed me.

There she was, my baby sister, in the most obscenely lewd position I’ve ever seen.

Her body was almost completely pushed off the bed, her head and the tips of her toes the only things keeping her grounded to the bed, fully spread eagle, It was absolutely unbelievable sight. Her body was completely arched, contorted in ecstasy, raised up high in the air.