My name is Brian. I am currently twenty years old. My younger sister, Jamie, is eighteen years old. I am five foot eleven, broad shoulders, I work out, but I am not a total huge body builder. I get statements from my sister that a lot of girls at my school “supposedly” like me, but unlucky for them, I don’t like them that way. I barely know them, my sister on the other hand…that’s a different story altogether.
Though I usually think about my sister, I never tell anyone because they’d think I’m a sick-o. Of course I know there “are” people out there who screw their own family, but I never hear anyone saying anything. I think its because they don’t want anyone thinking their weird or anything. I wouldn’t blame em though.
Every night I think about my sister before I go to bed at night. Sometimes I get off easy, other nights I don’t. I usually think about eating her out or her sucking my cock. Though if you ask me, I think I’d cum harder when she’d suck my dick. Personally I find it sexier if a girl sucked my cock. I like it better that way.
I remember one night I heard her sucking her boyfriends cock, I wanted to watch real badly, but I didn’t want to get caught. I would of sneaked my way around and jacked off watching her suck his cock. That’d be the day, just thinking about her mouth over my cock gets me hard as hell. My sister is about 5’7; she’s probably about 135lbs. She has black hair, green eyes, long sexy legs, and a smooth sexy stomach with a wonderful firm butt. She has the sexiest tits I’ve ever seen. She has to be a 30 something B. I prefer B’s to anything else. Especially on my sister, I wish I could touch them really bad.
I should quit thinking and do something before anyone comes home. Though I don’t know what to do right now except think about getting into my sisters pants. I quit thinking about it and stand up and survey the room for a minute and decide to go into the kitchen and get a soda out of the fridge and drink something. Walking to the fridge I open the fridge and grab a can of Coca-Cola, opening it and drinking a mouthful of it. I then walk back into the living room, but decide I want to do something else, but I don’t know what to do. Everyone should be home pretty soon I think.