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Chapter 1:
"Kyle!" My sister, Kelly, called to me from her room.
I
was down in the kitchen, rummaging through the cabinets looking for
something to have for breakfast. Kelly and I were both home from college
for the holiday break. I was a graduate student and Kelly was a
sophomore, being three years younger than me. Mom and Dad had left early
this morning to drive up to Oklahoma City to go Christmas shopping and
they told us they'd be gone all day -- so, Kelly and I were left to fend
for ourselves until sometime late this evening when Mom and Dad returned.
"In the kitchen!" I yelled back to her. "You want some breakfast?"
"I'm right here," I heard her say, standing right behind me. "You don't have to yell."
I
turned to see Kelly standing behind me in one of her short sleep
shirts. It was barely long enough to hide her panties from my searching
eyes. Her nipples were poking out from under her shirt and I could
easily see the bulk of her breasts straining against the thin t-shirt
material. I tried very hard not to stare at her, since I definitely
didn't want her to get self-conscious and go back to her bedroom and put
something else on. Besides, I didn't need to stare - I'd seen her naked
enough times to know exactly what she looked like underneath the shirt.
Kelly and I made small talk as we had a
breakfast of cold cereal and juice. Once she was finished eating, Kelly
asked, "Can you come up to my room for a few minutes? I've got something
to talk to you about."
Figuring she wanted to
talk about Christmas presents for Mom and Dad, I told her I'd be up in a
few minutes. The last few years, Kelly and I combined our meager
earnings to get Mom and Dad a present from the both of us, and I was
sure she wanted to see about doing the same thing this year. So, after I
cleaned up our dishes and put them in the dishwasher, I went up to
Kelly's room.
She was still in her sleep shirt,
brushing her hair, as I stopped in her door way and looked in. With
every stroke of her brush, I could see her breasts jiggle and the tips
of her nipples graze against her shirt. Kelly was an amazingly beautiful
girl, completely unaware how stunning she was, or how her tight, lithe
body affected me. She seemed to blossom into womanhood almost overnight
when she was a senior in high school. One day she was my scrawny, knobby
kneed little sister, and the next moment, she was an eighteen year old
knock out, and she didn't even know it.
Looking
at her, I felt a little guilty about fantasizing and thinking about by
own little sister in a sexual way, but, it was really her own fault. She
wore the skimpiest outfits around me, and it was unbelievably easy to
catch her dressing and undressing behind her almost closed door. She was
completely oblivious to the incredible shows she'd been giving me for
the last three years, and I'd even stroked myself numerous times
standing out in the hallway outside her door after Mom and Dad had gone
to bed, watching her undress -- even seeing her touch herself one night
after a late night shower. Kelly was a walking fantasy for me and the
primary reason I came home to visit as much as I did. If I knew Kelly
was going to be home, I'd be there, too.
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