My sister really had no choice. She was always destined to be a joker and a prankster.
Our father was a well-known for his sense of humor in his family, always quick with a pun in reply to whatever your question was. My sister clearly inherited that gene. She was born on April 1st, and that just seemed to enhance her humor. And then, there was the matter of her name.
All the women on my mother’s side of our family have Mae as a middle name. Essie Mae, Bonnie Mae, etc. Our last name, courtesy of our dad, is Juneau, just like the capital of Alaska. So, when she was born, my sister was given the name April Mae Juneau. With a name like that, from a family like ours, and being born on that day, she was destined from the start to cause trouble.
I, as her younger brother, was all too often the target of her humor. I fired back at her as best as I could, but she was three years older, wiser, and thought better on her feet than I did. The pranks started small, but as we grew up, they got more advanced and more biting. Once, she tied all my underwear in knots. I retaliated and mismatched every pair of socks she had. Years later, it was me tying all her bras together and lashing them to the satellite dish on the side of the house so they could blow in the breeze like a banner. And it was April retaliating, cutting holes in the fly of every pair of my boxers, so when I put them on, my dick and balls hung out. I had to go commando for almost a week before mom could get to the store and buy new ones. April had won again.
Our dad had died in a workplace accident eight years earlier, so after April graduated and left for college, it was just mom and I most of the time. That didn’t stop April. I would occasionally get random packages and emails. Glitter Bombs, rubber dog crap, pictures of giant 20-inch dildos with the caption “I thought you’d enjoy this.”
I made the mistake of bringing my girlfriend home one night during Christmas break when Mom was out, but April was home. We opened the door to my bedroom to find a blow-up doll with a sparkly, pony-tailed butt plug sticking out of the asshole and a bottle of anal lube in the doll’s latex hands. My girlfriend Connie was a pretty straightlaced and conservative girl, and that just sent her over the edge.
She stormed out on me and I got an angry break up text the next day. April apologized and said she’d make it up to me. I should have been better prepared, but for my 18th birthday a few weeks later in January, she brought me a gift, failing to mention she had bought it from the adult bookstore on the edge of town. Inside was a dozen or so vintage gay porn VHS tapes. I had opened the box in front of family and friends. She howled in laughter. I chucked the box at her head.
April came home again for spring break. We were watching a movie with mom in the living room, and there was a scene where a couple of women were topless in the background. April loudly proclaimed, “Don’t look Evan!”
I was caught off-guard “What?”
“Don’t look at the naked boobs on TV! You don’t want to get a boner in front of mom and I, do you?” She snickered.
Mom just sighed and shook her head, because that’s about all she could do about April anymore. I must have blushed, because April found this to be hilarious and would not let up for the rest of the night, asking me every 10 minutes or so if I still had a boner. I did my best to ignore her, but I failed. At least my dick was co-operating.
Mom went to bed shortly afterwards. Once she was out of sight, April called my name.
“Evan!”
I snapped my head around and yelled “What!” And then in a flash, she lifted her shirt above her head and exposed her naked breasts to me.
Now, I had seen boobs by this point in my life. I wasn’t a modern-day Casanova or anything, but I had a few girlfriends over the years and had been laid a couple of times. The thing was, generally, at that age, when you see boobs live and in person, the context is a romantic one. You’re making out with someone or trying having sex. You usually don’t see boobs just out in the open in a ‘normal’ life situation.
So, all that is to stay, I was in a bit of shock. I must have been staring at her pretty hard, because April was saying my name over and over, but it wasn’t registering. My sister has really nice tits. They were small, round, and firm looking. They fit her slender frame well. They were probably a B cup, and certainly not more than that. Her nipples were not hard, but they were small and pinkish colored. She shimmied her shoulders and her tits bounced a little. That broke my trance.
She lowered her shirt and stared at me with that shit-eating grin I knew so well.
“Well, do you have a boner now?” she asked. I realized then that I did, in fact, have a boner. I could feel my cock hardening against my leg in my shorts. It was becoming uncomfortable. My silence answered the question for her, and she chided me.
“Shame, shame, shame. getting a hard on looking at your sister’s boobs. You need you some Jesus young man.” She wagged her finger in mock damnation.
I tried to take the high road and ignore her. Of course, that didn’t work.
“What kind of weirdo gets an erection around his sister?” She asked aloud.
“Why would you do that in the first place?” I asked, clearly annoyed.
“Just to get a… *Rise* out of you,” she said, falling over sideways laughing at her own joke.
I stood up to go to bed, and as I did, I tried to adjust my crotch to make my erection less obvious. My efforts were in vain, as April began hooting at me.
“Damn Evan, you must REALLY like my tits. Do you want to see them again?” she teased, grabbing the hem of her shirt and cackling.
I scurried out of the room and went to bed. I made sure to lock my door before I stripped down and went to sleep.
For the rest of that week, several times a day, April started randomly calling my name and flashing me. Sometimes she’d have a bra on, but normally she went without one when hanging around the house. She’d yell “Boner check” and laugh at my reaction, whatever it was. Shock, annoyance, and anger were all the same to her.
I was ashamed to admit it, but the first few times, I had gotten almost instantly hard looking at her tits. It was embarrassing, I mean, this was my sister after all. But, by the end of the week, I had gotten almost immune to them. I must have seen her perfectly round orbs dozens of times by that point. She went back to her campus and I went on to graduate high school. April graduated college early and enrolled in a master’s program.
April had secured a summer internship at some big-name firm near her university, so she did not come home for the summer that year. She did visit during Fourth of July weekend, but there were no unusual shenanigans, save for her typical firecrackers-in-the-backpack prank. I wasn’t even the target this time, Uncle Roy and Aunt Helen were.
Back to school we went in the fall. I went off to a different college than April had, one closer to home. Life was normal through Halloween and Thanksgiving. We were both home for Christmas, but there was other family around constantly, and she busied herself pulling jokes on our uncles and cousins rather than torture me with her tits.
I turned 19 in January, right before I went back to school. I went to a party the weekend after my birthday and started talking to a girl named Kellie. It turned out, she had graduated from my high school the year before me, but we had never really met. She took my hand, and we went out into the alley behind the house. We were leaning against the fence making out when she just stopped and dropped to her knees in front of me. I undid my pants and she yanked them down to the ground, doing the same with my boxers immediately afterwards. My cock was not quite fully hard when she slurped it into her mouth.
She went straight to work, sucking and licking on the head while her hand went to the base and jerked me back and forth as she sucked. Her methods seemed to be designed to make me cum as fast as possible, and they succeeded. I lasted a few minutes out in the night air, but then I felt the surge approaching fast. I managed to blurt out a warning a half second before I came.
She had pulled my cock out of her mouth just far enough that I could see the first blasts of cum shooting right back into her face. She gulped and swallowed whatever she could. The final few shots ended up on her blouse, and this angered her. She stormed away, muttering to herself as I zipped up.
“Happy Birthday to me I guess” I said aloud to no one as I made my way back inside.
A few weeks later, in March, The Great Pandemic of 2020 hit. This was during my second semester of college. As the campuses and dormitories closed up, I was forced back home. April came back a week later. After dad passed years ago, mom had gone back to work as a lab tech at the county hospital. Now, naturally, she was pulling double and triple shifts at the hospital during the crazy times. That left April and I home alone, quarantined together, pretty much all day, every day.
So naturally the pranks started back up. Mostly juvenile stuff at first again. She poured cold water on me in the shower. I poured salt in her coffee when she wasn’t looking. She tied a trip line to my door frame and screamed for help at the top of her lungs. Of course, I pulled the door open and tried to rush out, falling and eating a face full of floor in the process.
A couple weeks into quarantine, we were sitting in the living room again, both with our heads buried in our phones, when I heard her call out my name
“Evan!” She demanded.
I looked up and once again, “Boner check!” she giggled.
She was sitting there with her shirt pulled up, and those two perky tits staring back at me. Her nipples were hard this time, and they looked very inviting. [read more](https://realsexstoriesx.blogspot.com/2021/03/boner-check-prankster-sister-gets.html)
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/m0ath2/boner_check_prankster_sister_gets_the_better_of
It was worth the read , damn your sis is naughty ?