Sister Shenanigans

It seems that my stories are being appreciated, so let me elaborate on myself a little. 

Because of my father's job we had to move a lot, which, at the time, was a nightmare. Just when I got settled in somewhere we usually moved to another place, leaving me alone and friendless again. I guess I got used to it and learnt to fend for myself.

A few of these years we lived in a small village. It only had one small supermarket for the essentials, so if we needed anything that was more than a packet of eggs or a carton of milk my mother had to do groceries in the next, bigger, village which was a good half our drive away. With my dad working, my mother doing groceries and my sister at school, it meant I had the house for myself for hours at a time.

I was at the age where having the house for yourself for hours at a time could only mean one thing: furious masturbation!

The Penthouse magazine next to my father's bed kept no secrets for me anymore. Every nipple, every strip of pubic hair, every smooth buttock had been jerked off to. I guess my father must have noticed somehow, because one day it was gone.

The hunt began. 

When my mother would leave for groceries I would wait for 5 minutes, pretending to do homework, just in case she forgot something. After some time I would search the house for porn. It didn't take long for me to find the stash, the motherload; a collection of porn a kid like me could hardly fathom. I was in heaven! 

Pretty soon having to wait for privacy to jerk off was unacceptable, so I carefully took out some pages of the magazine to keep in my own room, for private use. 

I would masturbate constantly. When I was alone I would experiment with volume, distance and frequency, aiming my cock at the bathtub to see from what distance my cum could hit it. 

In the privacy of my own room I would explore more intimately. I would take my time feeling and tasting. 

My biggest goal was to lick my own cock. Now I'm not going to lie; that did take some practice, but I managed to do it. 

In the evenings I would sit against my door, legs over my head, and slowly lower my cock in my mouth. People familiar to autofellatio will know the pose. It was fun to feel the tight skin of my erection on my tongue and taste my precum. Being quite the experienced masturbator I was in control of my ejaculations most of the time, except once.

I was having the time of my life sucking myself, when all of a sudden a stream of warm liquid shot in my mouth. 

I managed to stay calm. I sat up straight, put my cock back in my pants got dressed and headed out in the hallway to go to the bathroom. Swallowing the cum wasn't an option at the time (it seems silly now). My mother was having a talk with my sister in the hall as I walked past. I greeted them with a smile as I nudged between them with my mouth full of my own cum.

I was enjoying my time very much.

The logical next step for me was to see an actual naked woman. My mother had been sunbathing topless once or twice, and I did see the occasional pussy flash, but those were more awkward incidents than exciting. 

That left my older sister. 

There was nothing sexual between my sister and myself. This was not about sex, this was about seeing her body. 

Our bathroom had a clear glass window above the door. During my alone times I would try and find the best way, if any, to look in. When I stood on a little stool I could just peek in, but it was too risky. I decided the best plan was to use a mirror like a periscope. I could see the bathtub, and in case of emergency I could run in my room with just the mirror.

And so the waiting game began.

When my sister got herself ready for her bath I could feel my heart beat in my chest. 

I was listening intently, imagining what she was doing. Running the water, finding the right bath salts, then some familiar rustling; she was undressing herself. 

Now there was just a door between myself and my naked sister. 

I could hear some splashing as she was getting in the tub. My mouth went dry as I shakingly lifted the mirror to she small window. 

Very carefully I adjusted the angle of the mirror. I could see the floor, the pile of clothes, the bathtub, and there she was; naked in all her glory! 

Covered by water and foam.

I could barely see a nipple! I tried readjusting the mirror, hoping that I could see more from a different angle, but no such luck. In a flash it looked like my sister was looking straight at me in the small mirror so I aborted my mission as quick as I could. This was definitely not worth the risk. I had to wait for the right moment.

But after listening closely for a couple of minutes my curiosity got the better of me and I took a peek again. I could hear her turning on the shower, this was my chance.

I got my mirror and rushed to the peeking position. I found the right angle for the mirror and saw her standing under she shower. 

By then I knew what a naked female body looked like quite well, but this was different, it was real. There stood my naked sister, water flowing down her body rincing off the soap that do desperately wanted to keep touching her skin. 

I had to remind myself to breathe. It was like time itself stopped. After a couple of seconds that seemed to last a lifetime the moment broke when it looked like she was looking at me again. Quickly I ducked again.

The water got turned off, it was silent. But she didn't make a sound either, maybe I was imagining it. I dared to take another look. 

My sister had her hair wrapped in a towel, but she was still in the tub. One foot was on the edge of the tub, giving me a perfect view of her long legs. She reached over to grab a razor, as she did the round shape of her ass greeted me. 

With long gentle strokes she started shaving her legs. Because she was so focussed on her shaving I felt brave enough to move my mirror a little closer for a better view. As I did my sister opened her legs, letting her hand slide over her glistening wet thighs, exposing herself fully. There it was, the view I had been hoping for; my first clear view of a naked pussy. 

Sure, it was via a mirror, sure, it was my sister's pussy, but that all didn't matter. As if guided by my gaze her hands went up to her most intimate part. 

Feeling a hint of shyness I looked away, down at the state I was in. Here I was standing in the hallway, an obvious tent in my pajamas. My erection was pushing a wet spot in my pants. If one of my parents walked in now there would be no denying what I was up to.

That didn't matter, I had to see more. 

I adjusted my cock in my bottoms and lifted the mirror again. 

My sister was cupping her pussy and moving it to the side to make room for the razor. Very meticulously she shaved away every hair that she thought wasn't in the right place. It was amazing seeing her take the time to make her intimate place look so pretty.

She bent down to clean the razor in the water, as she did she looked up quickly, looked straight in my eyes, smiled, and gave me a little wave. I was busted!

There was no denying it anymore, there was no imagination involved, she saw me.

I ran into my room, terrified of what might come. All scenarios rushed through my brain. But I could do nothing but wait, and so I did.

After a minute I heard the door open and a knock on my door followed, "Martin, could you come to my room for a minute?"

"Ok...", I answered. At least our parents weren't involved so far. 

I slowly went to her room. I stood in front of her door for, what felt like, an hour before I knocked. "Come in."

My sister was sitting on her bed, wearing her robe, gesturing for me to come closer. "Close the door." I was ready for anything. I knew what I did was bad, unforgivable, but I did it anyway.

 "Can you help me with something?", she asked. Apparently I was not ready for anything. 

"Sure, what?", I answered, absolutely in the dark of what attitude I should confirm to.

"Could you check if I shaved myself correctly? It's hard for me to see if the lines are all straight."

"What?"

"I need to know if I did it correctly, as a brother you can tell me, right? We both know you were watching, so I might as well ask your opinion."

She opened her robe and spread her legs, exposing her pussy for her curious brother. My speechlessness urged her on to convince me. "Don't worry, you can look. I'm your sister, my vagina shouldn't be sexual to you, should it? It would be weird if it was, right?"

Her tone was clear. I was being taught a lesson. 

She grabbed a light off her nightstand and put it closer between her thighs. She looked me straight in the eyes and drew my eyes towards her pussy. From that moment I couldn't look away. 

"What do you think?" She asked while combing her pubic hair with her fingertips. "It has to be symmetrical, does it look symmetrical? She rested a finger on her slit, the dividing line. Opening her legs so I could compare both sides of her landing strip. 

"It looks fine to me.", I was sweating and very uncomfortable. 

"Are you sure?" Another finger landed on her slit as she pulled them back, opening herself to me.

"I'm sure! Can I go now?"

"Not yet, I need your help with one more little thing."

"What?"

"I can't reach everywhere, could you check the back?"

"Check your back? What are you talking about?"

"No, THE back." My sister stood up, flipped her robe to the front and kneeled before me, her body resting on her bed as her ass was in front of me.

Her ass spreaded right before my eyes. The view of her pussy and little rose was about as much as I could handle. 

I got up and rushed to my room. 

My heart was pounding as I lay on my bed recalling all the things I had seen. I looked down at my pajama pants, they had a big wet stain in the front. I looked in and my cock was sticking to the cloth from all the precum. I pulled down my bottoms and began stroking myself. My cock was begging for release. It didn't take long for me to cum. In less than a minute I was shooting cum all over myself. It seemed to last forever. As I was catching my breath and feeling my cum drip down my chest a light caught my eye. A light coming from the room across the hallway.

I had forgotten to completely close my door, allowing my sister to see everything! She was grinning from ear to ear using a small mirror to shine a light on my dripping cock. 

I was just in time to see her put down the mirror to brace herself as her other hand was rubbing her pussy. Her head flung back as she tried to muffle her orgasm.

She lay there for a couple of seconds before she seemed to realize I was still watching her, laid out on the bed wet from the bath and legs opened wide. She smiled again as she kicked the door shut.

We never talked about this evening. She taught me a lesson on respecting her privacy that I took to heart. 

Only now, a couple of months ago I felt like bringing it up again. She lives in the u.s. now and I haven't seen her in years. The distance in time and place seemed far enough to bring it up in chat. She admitred remembering that evening well and felt a little guilty about putting me on the spot like that. But at the same time seeing me cum like that was also etched in her memory. 

Now we feel comfortable about talking about masturbation. It's crazy we never caught each other doing it. It seems I have been sharing my mastubatory habits with my sister.