My sister calls in a favour – [F] watching [MF]

This year has been an awful one for everyone, and a particularly frustrating one for me. Just as the convention season was finally coming around to say goodbye to a boring and rubbish winter, so everything was shut down. In the initial panic of what was going to happen next, I found myself called by a worried and tearful mum asking me to come home for at least the next few months so we could see things through as a family. I wasn’t too excited about the idea, but was a little scared myself and so agreed, packing as much as I could bring and fit in my old room and making the trip home.

As you can image, six weeks trapped with my parents and sister has been challenging, and there have been plenty of family rows, most of which starting with my sister who was taking being stuck inside and not being allowed to see her boyfriend very badly and spent most of her time moping or kicking doors shut.

This led to an unholy row on the night when the lockdown restrictions easing was announcing – my sister took it as confirmation that she could finally see her boyfriend again, whereas my parents told her in no uncertain terms that she wasn’t allowed to see him again yet until all of this was completely over and not to be silly. A lot of shouting, screaming and tears later my sister stormed up to her room, and wasn’t seen again until the following afternoon, when her attempt to “just go out for a walk” was left me with me roping into going with her as “the sensible one” to make sure she wasn’t heading straight to her boyfriend’s place. Of course, initially my sister took all of her fury out on me, and the entire walk was a miserable affair as she unloaded all of her woes – then again, there was a small, smug part of me that relished the role… “if I’m not getting laid, then neither are you” I thought to myself.

For the past week, the daily routine has seen every attempt at exercise by me involving my sister trailing along – initially, she was still sulking or just plain angry at the world (and me), but tiring of her pouting I eventually started trying to at least cheer her up or distract her a bit. By the middle of the week she was seemingly happily trailing along on walks with me, and almost had a spring in her step – I’m not sure if this was a natural occurrence or part of her masterplan though, because on Thursday…

“Hey, if I stopped off somewhere to see Dave (her boyfriend) for a bit, you’d cover for me, right?” I glanced across to see her trying her best puppy dog eyes, and before I could open my mouth she ran off a list of promises about how they wouldn’t get too close and it wouldn’t be too long and I could go off and do what I want, but only for like half an hour, and our parents trust me so I can make a really smart excuse for staying out longer, and so on… “Please, you have no idea how much I *need* to see him, you don’t understand” was her parting shot, with her eyes now watery and her voice a little shaky.

As I didn’t have an Academy Award available to hand to her, I sighed – this version of my sister was at least preferable to the moody, bitchy version, and although I’d enjoyed my power trip of being in charge my parents *were* being unfair. “Let me think about it… I’ll need to come up with an excuse too” I said with resignation, playing it up myself to make it clear that I was offering to do her a big favour. In response, she literally jumped for joy, went to hug me but then thought better of it in case someone called the police, and then spent the rest of the walk exhausting me with incessant chatter about her and her boyfriend that was boring me to tears.

The next day when we went out, she sprang the date on me – she was planning to meet her boyfriend on Sunday afternoon. I agreed that this would make it easier to find an excuse for a long Sunday stroll (provided my parents didn’t offer to come to), but after some chatter we found a perfect time when my parents routine would leave us to our own devices.

By the day itself, I fully expected my sister to blow her cover – she was being so much more cheerful and not making any good excuses for it with my parents, and then on Sunday she came down looking like she was dressed for a night out, in a tight black top and little white shorts. Behind my mum’s back I mouthed at her “what are you doing?”, but of course my mum had already noticed too. “Going somewhere are we, young lady?” she asked, partly joking but partly deadly serious. I had to credit my sister with her response though – “It’s a sunny day out, and I’m fed up of just lazing around in baggy clothes, so I thought I’d dress up nice for Sunday lunch to make the day feel more special”. It was a stroke of genius: “Ohh, that’s so sweet, I’m glad you’re looking forward to a nice family meal. We always look forward to a good Sunday roast with you girls, don’t we?” my mum gushed, turning to my dad who seemed less convinced but smiled and agreed anyway.

And we *did* have a lovely Sunday roast, with my sister playing the perfect daughter who complimented every part of the meal, asked for seconds, and then offered to help with the washing up. “Oh no, you leave that to me and your dad” my mum told her – it seems like even this was part of my sister’s plan. “Oh, are you sure? In that case…” she turned to me “Shall we go out for a bit? I want to get some sun, so we could have a long afternoon walk around the parks and stuff”. By this point I was reeling at how my sister had my mum wrapped around her little finger, but I was still a key part of the plan, and so I agreed heartily, playing up how I was really in the mood for a long walk to walk off that big lunch.

And that’s it… we were out. As soon as we were around the corner from the house my sister was furiously WhatsApping her boyfriend, and a minute later she was striding in front of me, not even telling me where we were going as she headed determinedly to her destination. As it turned out, our walk took us some way from the usual areas we frequent, and a small park that I recognised instantly. As it wasn’t particularly well placed, its facilities as a kid’s play park were rarely used during the day, while at night I’d heard stories about it being used as a teenage hangout instead, which only further ensured that nobody took their kids to play there any more. Realising this, I also mentally confirmed what I had suspected – that my sister wasn’t planning to just meet her boyfriend to sit on a park bench and have a nice chat.

As we rounded a corner of the deserted park, I saw her boyfriend walking towards us from the opposite direction, at which point I felt a tug on my sleeve from my sister. “Like I said before, you can go off and go your own thing for like half an hour. I’ll message you to meet up in a bit?” Her eyes were shouting “Please get lost this instant”, so she may as well have just told me to shoo, but I kept my smile and told her I’d leave her to it until she messaged me and to behave herself. I’m almost convinced she twitched at that comment, but she quickly turned away to wave excitedly to Dave (who shyly raised his hand to both of us) before running towards him.

While I smiled away on the surface, my heart was beginning to pound underneath – I was convinced I knew what she’d be doing with time, and as I walked away I found myself finding excuses to double back on myself. After all, I’d get in trouble if someone found them, so I should probably keep a look-out, right?

I’d settled on this line as I walked around the block then back to where I started, re-entering the still empty park. The line if I bumped into my sister and her boyfriend was well rehearsed in my head at this point, which gave me some bravado amongst the excitement and handling nerves that came from sneaking back to see what she was up to. Returning to where I left them both, I slowed my pace, trying to remember the layout of the park. After one false turn that led to an empty grassy area, I found the path I was looking for, which moved through tree-lined areas deep into the centre of the park. Rounding a corner I spied it – a small children’s play area enclosed by large bushes on three sides, with a roundabout, slide, swings and a kind of climbing frame.

I knew it! Stopping just shy of entering the park, I could hear voices, then a giggle – definitely my sisters. Peering around a bush into the park, I could see some movement through the small gaps within the climbing frame – a solid wooden framework which, I seemed to remember, had a space to sit and hide within it. My heart was hammering at a rate of knots – now what? I couldn’t just wander up to the frame in broad daylight. Instead, I decided to follow the bushes around the edges of this area of the park, still hearing occasional snippets of voices as I moved around, closed to where my sister and boyfriend were. Some of the bushes as I got closer were well worn, with gaps where people had clearly pushed through and killed parts of them, and luckily for me there was almost a perfect vantage point crafted out of the bushes near the frame as a result.

Hoping I wasn’t going to end up covered in twigs or something, I very slowly, carefully inched into this gap, crouching down to peer through the final clumps of foliage. I couldn’t see anything to start with through the mesh area the side of the frame, I could only hear the two voices laughing and joking around, but any final thoughts that this was an innocent little meeting was quickly dissolved. First, I heard two thuds, as his feet came into view and one and then both of his shoes were removed. Then, my sisters bottom half came into view – her jean-shorts were gone, as she stood there in front of him in a white thong. I then saw his jeans being pulled down around his ankles, as she joked about his struggle to take them off gracefully in the small space. Just in their underwear (from the lower halves I could see), he now moved her to sit down within the frame before kneeling in front of her, as they both moved out of my line of sight.

I could hear them starting to kiss, and after simply listening for a while I decided I was fully invested in what I was doing, and so decided to look for a better vantage point. Picking my way out of the undergrowth agonisingly slowly, I moved around to the back of this area of the park, finding a massive gap in the bushes that was easy to walk through. Peering nervously around that corner and feeling confident I wouldn’t be seen, I moved in closer, slowly creeping through the bushes and right up to the corner of the climbing frame, worrying that my every breath and movement was loud enough to alert them to my presence.

I could hear movement within the frame, and then some soft moans to accompany them. Feeling a little braver that they were fully occupied, I craned my next around into the entrance. I had to stop myself gasping from what I saw, although I don’t know why I was surprised. My sister was laid back on the raised seating area of the frame, her legs spread and in the air, her socks and shoes still on. Her white underwear was pulled to one side, and her boyfriend’s cock was already sliding easily and quickly in and out of her. He was just in a shirt and socks now, his boxer shorts on the floor of the frame as he stood over my sister, fucking her.

As I began to watch this, I had two panics – first, I hear some shouts from far away, which caused me to duck away for concern someone was about to spot me. Secondly, I remembered that my phone was still on, and so quickly switched it to do not disturb mode. Still hearing moans and gasps from inside, I went back to peering inside. Watching closely and eagerly now, I saw he wasn’t wearing a condom, his thick cock thrusting in her while she moaned, and occasionally mumbled a “Yeah”, or responded to her telling her that she liked this. He regularly changed up the speed of his movements, sliding slowly in and out one moment, then picking up the pace the next. At times, I could hear his body slapping against hers, before he slowed down again. I could see her getting wetter as this continued, until they suddenly both began to move and stand up. I dropped low and hid around the corner, holding my breath – surely they weren’t done already? Then I heard him speak: “Bend over”. I continued to wait nervously, hearing them moving and shuffling but not daring to move a muscle myself. Then, I heard a satisfied moan from him, then from her as the sounds of rhythmic movement began again, and I felt compelled to go back to my viewing place. Sure enough, she was now bent over on all fours on the seating platform, with her thong now down around her ankles by her shoes. He was behind her, hunched over her in the small space available to him while fucking her again. I heard him telling her something about how much he’d wanted to fuck her for a while, and she responded with a “yeah” while I saw her hand reaching under her as she began to rub her clit while he fucked her.

After slipping out of her a couple of times he eventually seemed to find a rhythm, and sped up with more intense thrusts. This pace slowed and then quickened again a few times as she gasped and moaned under him, until he began to fuck her hard while asking “Are you going to cum?” She responded with a “Yeah… yeah” as he pounded her until I think she had a quiet orgasm, with her legs trembling a little.

I was then sent running for cover as they moved again, but this was only for another change of position. Again, I heard movement and clattering around inside the frame, followed by another moan from them both. Carefully peering back around, now my sister was facing away from me on top of her boyfriend as he laid out on the seating area inside. Her thong was now deposited on top of his boxer shorts on the floor, and he was already inside her again, and doing all of the work, thrusting up against her as she pushed back her hair from her face. He thrust up hard repeatedly inside her while she moaned softly and gasped, and he paused only to tell her that he wanted to see her boobs. I shifted nervously a little further back as she pushed up her tight top, unhooked her bra and pushed that up too to expose her breasts to him.

This seemed to cause him to redouble his efforts, thrusting up harder to fuck her, and eventually pulling her body down towards him so (I assume) he could suck on her exposed breasts while he did so). I could both see and hear how wet she was at this point, and I again found myself leaning in close to watch his cock sliding so easily and quickly in and out while her moans got louder on top of him. After a minute or so of this I heard him quietly warn her “I’m going to cum”, which caused her to sigh and moan before he let out several restrained moans himself. I watched mesmerised as he thrust up inside her, his balls and shaft pulsating over and over as he came inside her.

I missed what he said as his cock began to soften, as I snapped out of it and realised I had to go, quietly but quickly darting through the gap in the hedges before they began to move or look around. I found the most direct route possible out of the park, striding quickly as all of the breath I’d been holding for those ten minutes or so came back to me instantly. Once I was a safe distance away I was able to compose myself – steadying my breathing, checking my clothes and hair for any twigs or leaves from my voyeuristic adventure, and fanning myself in the hoping of reducing my burning, flushed face. With one final deep breath, I started to walk more slowly again, not really paying attention to where I was at or where I was going.

It was another 10 minutes or so before I got the WhatsApp message from my sister telling me to meet her where I dropped her off – thankfully that was ample time for my red face to ease, and no doubt she’s had the same concerns herself. Her boyfriend was long gone by the time I approached her, standing waiting for me, and I couldn’t help but think her hair still looked a little tousled. “So how was Dave?” I ventured. “Oh, he’s fine” she said, suddenly disinterested in any conversation. Walking home mostly in silence, I found myself wondering whether this activity would become a regular occurrence in the current climate…

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