Literotic asexstories – Still Searching… by azrael13,azrael13
I have one older sister and two much younger brothers. I think the older of my two brothers was a surprise and mom and dad just figured they might as well have two while they were at it. My sister was just a couple years older than me but we attended different high schools when we would have normally gone to the same place. She went to a local public school that offered more classes in art and such; whereas I went to a local private school where the level of education was a bit higher but not nearly as diverse. This made things pretty interesting because a lot of my friends from school did not even know she existed.
I remember one time during my senior year I was hanging out at the mall with my friends when a buddy of mine came out of a department store and asked if I had seen the hot chick working in there. My sister had been working in the men’s department at that time as she had taken a year off from college to save up some cash.
Fearing the worst I asked, “What did she look like?”
He answered enthusiastically, “She was about 5’2″ with short brown hair, freckles, and big titties.”
“Was she working the men’s department?” I asked hesitantly.
“Yeah, she’s the one. She’s got a nice round ass on her too,” he responded.
“That’s my sister,” I sighed.
“What? You don’t have a sister,” one of the others shot back.
“Yes, I do.” I followed and reached into my back pocket and pulled out my wallet to show them her senior picture from two years earlier.
From there the questions mounted about how they did not know about her and why I never said anything. I explained that we were completely different and other than our parents had nothing in common. She was artsy and quiet; while I lettered in nearly every sport our school offered. Even though she was cute she never really dated much and I dated almost every weekend. I prided myself on being pretty nice to everyone I encountered, while she was the bitch that only cared about her small circle of friends. Besides I did not want to be known as Angie’s little brother. I wanted to be known as the nice guy jock with the rock hard abs. So far that plan had worked pretty well
I made every effort to change the subject as quickly as possible and soon we were back about our business of scoping out the ladies and making our way to whatever the big action flick was at the movies that weekend. Somehow that day managed to have a much larger effect on me than I anticipated though. I had never thought of my sister as a “hot chick” before. Prior to that day she had always just been the girl in the room next door that I was much more likely to get in a fight with than anything else. But now I was starting to notice that she actually was pretty attractive.
A couple weeks passed after that day and I found myself coming home from a frustrating loss at the baseball diamond. Due to my heightened frustration and temper I argued most of the way home with my dad about who-knows-what. When we got home I charged upstairs to my room and threw my things on the floor. Still steaming I picked up the baseball that had slid from my bag and threw it against the wall. It stuck.
Suddenly my anger turned to fear as I realized the damage I had done to the wall and knew there would be repercussions. I quickly stepped over to the wall and began to pry it out with my fingers until I finally pulled it loose to reveal the undeniable mark I had made. My mind raced as I scanned the room for something to fill the hole. A poster I had just picked up at the video store caught my eye. I retrieved it from the corner of my room and began to unroll it realizing that covering the hole would work just as well as repairing it for now. As I tacked the top of the poster up and began to hang it in place I looked at the hole one more time. I could see right into Angie’s closet. I took a few seconds to look around and then finished my task of covering the hole. Then I took a few deep breaths and headed to the shower to clean up.
By the time I came out of the shower and returned to my room Angie had come home from work. Initially I thought it would be a waste of time to look but decided to check out my new peep hole nonetheless. Before lifting the poster up to take a peek I made sure to turn off the light in my room so none would show through to the other side. Then I pulled up the corner of the poster to reveal the hole and took a look. Much to my surprise it worked better than I could have imagined. Angie was standing next to her bed pulling off the khaki’s she had worn to work and threw them in her laundry basket. Then she took a couple steps towards her closet to choose her outfit for her girl’s night out. Before she got a chance to shuffle through her hangers her cell phone rang and she retreated to her bed to get it.
Over the next several minutes I watched and listened as she talked with her friend Kim about what they were going to do and wear. During that time I was pleased to catch her posing in front of her mirror as she checked out her bikini-clad bottom and removed her top to reveal her large pale-skinned breasts, cupped in a soft blue bra that matched her panties exactly. Unfortunately the fun ended there as she hung up the phone and returned to the closet. Just as I thought I would get the view I was waiting for there was a knock on my door.
“Are you ’bout ready? Supper is just about done,” my mom hollered.
“I’ll be down in a minute,” I barked back in frustration.
I decided to take one last peek before I finished getting dressed, but discovered that during my sister’s search for an outfit she had slid a couple dresses over in front of the hole blocking my view. I was pretty confident it was coincidental so I did not worry about it and just put the poster back in its place. Once I felt sure that it was sufficiently hidden I headed down the stairs to dinner. The night’s excitement was over.
Over the next several weeks curiosity and raging hormones seemed to get the best of me. Every chance I got I found myself peeking through that hole trying to catch a glimpse of my sister in some form of undress. Occasionally I would catch her in her bra and panties but through one unfortunate event or another I never got to see any further than that.
Most of the incidents involved her simply sliding her clothes around in the closet restricting the view, but several other times my progress was interrupted by phone calls from one of our friends or one of our ‘rents knocking on the door.
After a while, I got frustrated at constantly having to sneak back into her room to slide her clothes over to give me a better view so I rigged up a contraption I could use from my room. Once she would leave, I would take a short stick with an upturned hook on the end, slide it through the hole and turn it vertical until I could just barely reach the necessary hangers and push them just far enough over to give me the clearance I desired.
Shortly after putting my contraption together I dropped it while trying to accomplish my task. Angie returned home just as I exited my room to go retrieve it.
“Hey there,” I blurted nervously, not expecting to see her coming up the steps. I could feel myself starting to sweat already.
“Hey,” she responded curiously, obviously wondering why I was acting so strange. “What’s going on?”
“Oh, nothing,” I followed with my voice cracking just a bit. “I was just headed down stairs to get a snack. You want anything?”
“No,” she replied, as if bothered by my question and stepped past me towards her door. “Kim, Christy, and I are going out. I will eat then.” And with that she walked in and closed her door.
Frustrated and nervous, I stepped down the stairs all the while muttering to myself, “Please don’t find the stick, please don’t find the hole..” over and over in my head. I knew there was no way I could explain it if she found them.
As I sat in the family room eating the microwave popcorn I had prepared I heard the doorbell ring. Looking up at the clock I realized now that nearly an hour had passed since I came down stairs and this must be Kim and Christy coming to pick Angie up.
I set down my bowl and headed towards the door to let them in. The second I opened the door the girls practically barged in past me and up the stairs to my sister’s room. Despite the fact they barley noticed me, I definitely noticed them.
I never quite understood why Kim hung out with Angie and Christy. They seemed to get along most of the time, but she was much too sweet for those two. Kim is tall and thin with long wavy, brunette hair that fell to the middle of her back. Her breasts were practically non-existent, but her long legs and tight ass more than made up for it. In addition she knew how to dress in order to show off her assets. She wore a purple silk blouse that clung to her chest and caused her nipples to poke teasingly at the fabric. Her skirt was short, plaid, and pleated and swirled at the top of her magnificent thighs as she climbed the stairs. To top off her outfit she wore a pair of 2″ heels which matched her top and caused her legs to look even longer and sexier than should be allowed by law.
Christy, on the other hand, was more like my sister. Not only was she bitchy and demanding like Angie, but she was built more like her as well. She was about 5’ 6″ with auburn hair and piercing green eyes. She wore an exceptionally low cut emerald green top that accentuated the green of her eyes and pushed up her more than ample cleavage. Most guys would have trouble looking away from her beautiful eyes, but today her tits were definitely putting up quite a fight for attention. Christy’s look was finished off with a short black leather skirt that went perfectly with the boots she wore. The boots had a 3″ heel and zipped up the side; while the skirt went to the middle of her thigh and was slit almost to the top. These ladies were definitely dressed to thrill tonight.
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