She was grinned and waved at me from the top of the stairs, covered only by a towel. It didn't look like Lindsey was expecting too many people over...
not that she was one to ever plan or prepare many parties.
I didn't really hang out with any of her friends either but I had nothing going on that night anyway.
Plus any chance to perve out on my super tight young sister would be welcomed. Yeah I had pangs of guilt over my taboo fantasies from time to time, but they went away whenever I got a glimpse of her.. I stood in silence for a moment and heard the shower running upstairs.
She was 18 at the time and I was horny but unsure of how to respond to my emerging impure thoughts.
I remember how guilty I felt after I inhaled her strong musk for the first time... I recalled a time after I had moved out of the house when I had come back to stay for a night.
My now ex-girlfriend Amy saw me checking my sisters Facebook pics in the car one day.of her more racy candids..
the scene involved a sunny St Paddy's day parade, in which my little sister gleamed with a mischievous, rosy cheeked grin.It wasn't until more recent years that she started wanting to hang out with me on occasion.I started noticing she would leave her freshly worn panties on the floor of our shared bathroom.It wasn't until months later we were in for middle of breaking up when she dropped it. I see how you look at her sometimes you fuckin sicky!! "Hey Paul your girlfriends acting like a weird bitch over here." "Yeah we just broke up...She was really upset and talking a lot of crazy shit.." I responded, attempting to discredit any possible troubling revelations...5'3, long strawberry blond hair, pale white skin and freckles on her ski slope nose.