 Wow, some fucked up shit has happened to me recently....
I recently found out that I have a little sister. I am an adopted, 24 years old, and my mother recently passed away (my father having passed away nearly ten years ago.) Apparently my little sister (let's called her Heather) had similarly dismal luck in life, because her parents (my blood parents) died a few weeks ago in a traffic accident. In the absence of any other blood relatives to place her with, I was offered custody, and accepted.
Heather is seriously just absurdly gorgeous. The sort of kid you might see on family magazine covers or in a youth beauty pageant. She's eleven years old, sharp beyond my expectations, and in possession of the most radiant blonde hair and blue eyes I have ever seen. I was a bit confused because I have black hair and rather dull blue eyes, but when I recieved the accident information I learned that my birthmother was Swedish, and my birthfather was Norwegian. Jesus, though, she's a vision of beauty. Over five feet tall already with legs that go on forever, a perfectly defined rear end and a firm, flat stomach. Her hair is down to her shoulders and has a slight curl to it, and I really don't think I have the words to describe her face.
While I was talking with the social worker about her, I kept glancing at him looking for something in his eyes. Didn't he suspect something might happen, handing over a vision of beauty to a guy like me? I guess I feigned disinterest well enough to get by, because she now lives with me in the unused room of my flat. Even as I type this, she's curled into a little ball sleeping on the spare cot. She doesn't cry much, but I can tell that the loss of her parents has damaged her in some unseen way because of the unusual inclinations she has.
My birthparents, unbeknownst to me, lived about eleven miles away. It's really hardly a bother for me to drop her off/pick her up from school, and I make enough at work to comfortably support the two of us with no problems. The friction of living with her is of a different sort entirely. Before she came into my life, I had eyes only for women my age. Yet when I look at her, I see a beautiful woman. Of course I am responsible enough to keep these longings to myself lest I do something terrible, but living in such close proximity with her leads to frequent instances of sexual temptation. Even aside from her "walk around in panties and a t-shirt" habits and the occasional shower intrusion, there have been two situations in particular that had me biting my fist.
The first was when I helped her prepare for her school play. It was a dumbed down reproduction of The King and I, and my little sister was unsurprisingly cast as Anna. Her costume entailed stockings, a kimono, a cheap costume gown and a bit of makeup. I finished the requisite shopping (When the cashier asked who the stockings and makeup were for, and I said "my little sister", things got a little awkward) she was good to go, and I didn't give it any more thought until the night of the play. Aside from the kids I was easily the youngest one there. Parents were situation in rows of folding chairs out front of the gym stage, and I was waiting outside of the bathroom for Heather to finish changing into her costume. Everyone else was distracted with stage prep, so I doubt anyone noticed when she called for my assistance. Of course I asked her in a pained whisper if it was absolutely necessary for me, a grown man, to enter the *girl's bathroom*.....She said it was. I slipped in and shut the door behind me. When I turned around, I was immediately frozen with shock. She was standing before me in panties, stockings, and nothing else. She looked at me expectantly, and that's when I noticed the gown in her left hand. She explained to me (apparently oblivious of the fact that she was bare-chested in the presence of a guy) that the crappy plastic zipper had broken, and she was due on stage in a matter of minutes.
I remained dumbfounded. Her chest was smooth and pale, her nipples a faint pink with aereolas the size of dimes. The panties were too baggy in the crotch to make anything out, but her legs were every ounce as stunning as her chest. I had forgotten how perfect skin could look. I finally started into motion when tears formed at the corners of her eyes. I produced some paperclips and a pocketknife, and using the includers pliers I managed to fasten shut the gown's back. I wiped her tears, recieved a big (and thoroughly satisfying) hug, and went on to watch the play. It was terrible, but that didn't matter to me as I had already recived my entertainment for the evening.
It was only a problem for me, apparently, because without a word she stripped down and started showering. Again, I was frozen like an idiot. This was the first time I had ever seen her naked, and she seemed to have absolutely no inhibitions about it. I surmised that her parents must have been extremely lax about clothing, or lived in a nudist resort. Something like that, anyway. I hesitantly peeled off my trunks, figuring she'd be as comfortable with my nudity as she was with her own. Again, I was to be surprised. Having watched her shower for perhaps half a minute prior to undressing, I was semi-erect when I disrobed and she took immediate notice. After catching a glance out of the corner of her eye, she did a double take and then fixated upon my member. I instinctively covered up, and a brief period of silent blushing ensued. I chose the shower furthest from her and set about washing the chlorine out of my hair. I did a pretty good job of forgetting her presence until I looked over and noticed that she was still blatantly fixating on my penis.
I resumed washing, figuring that it was just early adolescent curiosity. Eventually, I reasoned, she'd get her fill of staring at my johnson and go back to showering. Except the next time I looked over, she was using the shower directly adjacent to mine, and reaching out to touch my dick. I recoiled for a moment, thoughts of jail time and social ostracization going through my head. I don't know why I let her do it, I guess because I was so relaxed and already really hard from washing her shower, but I just sort of stood there as the methodically poked, squeezed and prodded my cock and balls. It wasn't even sexual at first, I guess she was just curious about the opposite sex. Here's where perhaps I went too far: I gave her some liquid soap from the wall dispenser and showed her how to rub it up and down the length of my penis. Apparently eager to please, she set about lathering up my penis as I stood there soaking up a series of events that I had assumed could never happen outside of porn.
It took me a little longer than usual to get off, partly because I kept looking around nervously expecting someone to walk in and partly because the sensation of warm little hands caressing your dick is extremely weird. I rest my hand on her shoulder as she stroked, and (remembering our good friend Riker) rubbed her nipples a little. It wasn't really any different than rubbing my own chest, but I got some kind of perverse pleasure out of knowing that I was rubbing what would some day become breasts. Finally I came to climax, propping myself up against the wall as my body shook, and quick jets of semen splattered the tiled wall. My breathing soon relaxed, but she didn't stop stroking until I told her to. We shared the same shower after that. I guess I didn't care anymore, because I washed her body with my own hands and enjoyed every minute of it. I cupped her firm little ass-cheeks, soaped up her flat chest, scrubbed her smooth, slightly muscular back and ran my soapy hands up and down her perfect long legs. I must sound like a pervert describing this, and I am. I know what I did was wrong. It hit me like a tonne of bricks on the drive home. She must know it too, because she never mentioned the incident to anyone despite the fact that I never told her it was to be a secret.
Ever since then we have been much closer. She'll spontaneously join me in the shower, dress and undress while I'm in the room, and forego the shirt entirely when she trots about in her panties. I guess losing her parents during her sexual awakening kind of messed her up and made her look for the wrong kind of replacement, but I really can't say that I'd have it any other way.
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2006-09-24, 22:53
. Sounded like such a beauitful story.