It was his first Christmas break home from college. After several months of freedom, sex, and booze at school he knew he would be chafing at the confinement of home. Simon wasn’t home for more than three days before he was ready to climb the walls. He took to surfing the internet and jacking off. Eventually porn lost its appeal and he decided to go out. Even the local bar would be better than staring up at his ‘Transformers’ poster from ninth grade.
On his way to the bathroom to get ready he heard her. A gentle singing, the song indistinguishable as she absent mindedly sang. It was one of the reasons her childhood nickname was Ariel, the singing and her hair. Only Simon called her that.
The door to the bathroom was cracked, steam creeping through the opening into the hallway. The smell of lavender chamomile shampoo filled the hallway and he found himself paused at the doorway. Listening to her sing, and the scent of her soap filled his head and he couldn’t remember feeling more intoxicated in his life.
There was no conscious decision on his part. He couldn’t tell you why he did it, but he pushed the door open a little more and peered into the small bathroom.
Heat and steam brushed against his face and clung to his skin. The smell was even stronger now and he inhaled deeply. Jessie’s silhouette was visible through the clear shower curtain—her curves and details smudged from the water and steam. But it was enough. He could see the sloping curves of her hips, and the way the muscles of her back dipped just before rounding out her sweet ass. When she turned he could see the shape of her breasts and the small nubs of her nipples.
Simon wasn’t breathing now. The blood had rushed from every part of his body to pool in his rock hard erection. It pushed against his jeans and screamed for release. He palmed it through the denim and bit back a loud moan as the rough fabric slid against his sensitive head.
More.
More.
He needed more. All rational thought left his mind and he was seconds from pushing open the bathroom door, but the shower cut off and Jessie stopped singing.
Retreating a little he watched as she wrung out her soaked hair and slid the shower curtain back, blindly reaching for her towel.
Through the haze of the shower steam he could see her clearly now. Dark freckles danced across her skin, from her angular cheek bones down her cheeks to dot periodically against her milk colored skin. She was thin, her stomach flat and her thighs slim. But her hips looked so goddamn grabbable. The perfect size to fit into his palms as he plowed into her. Her tits must have been at least a B cup, enough to bounce as her body rocked under him. Delicate pink nipples hard enough to pluck and suck. Soft hair nestling just over her hidden sex.
Jessie wrapped herself in a towel and Simon finally snapped out of it. He fell back into his room in a hasty retreat, falling on the door as he closed it behind him.
God he had never been so hard in his life.
Stripping his jeans he took his eight inch cock in his hand, and came all over himself with his sisters name on his lips.
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