Logan just couldn't believe it. He had been home for a half of an hour and Janice had knowingly handed him a dream come true. Of course, there were certain parts of his twisted little fantasy that he wouldn't dare try. Though his baby sister was a very heavy sleeper, he was pretty sure that she would probably wake up if he tried to fuck her and there would be no explaining that one if and when she did. He would just have to make do with the more 'tame' aspects of his fantasy. Tame being merely a relative term, of course.
There was a moment of hesitation, during which Logan tried to process all of the possibilities of what he could do right then and there and the situations that might arise if Janice should wake up. He realized, in that short blink of time, that if she woke up, he would be screwed completely. Fortunately, Janice was such a heavy sleeper that the rewards outweighed the risks. He had wanted this opportunity for years and to pass it up would be stupid. The fact that this chance would come along very frequently now that he was home was overridden by a severe case of the 'here and now'.
All doubt cast aside, Logan reached out and placed his hand firmly on Janice's shoulder so that he could roll her over onto her back. She tried to roll back over onto her side, but Logan was much stronger than her and her subconscious seemed to give up on that notion after just a few seconds. "That's a good girl," Logan whispered as his attention then turned toward the sleeping ginger's arms. He positioned them out from her sides with her hands resting at nearly an even level with her head. The pose complimented her bust rather nicely and Logan found himself unable to focus on anything else for a moment.
Janice had never been a big girl in the terms of cup size, but she had a fair handful sitting on top of her chest right now, slowly rising and falling with each breath. Janice had the only pair of breasts that Logan had ever wanted to see and touch that he'd never been able to seduce or con his way into. That was about to change.
First, however, he needed to finish getting Janice ready, so he stole his thoughts away for a minute and turned his attention lower. Since Janice hadn't had any blankets on her, all Logan needed to do now was straighten out his sister's legs. He was much more careful with this process, knowing that if she woke up while he was down here staring up her skirt at her black panties, she would kill him. He wasn't too surprised to see that she wore black under her skirt. Janice had always fancied herself a bit of a rebel, but she just didn't have it in her to wear anything too out there. Black was a happy medium between rebel, sexy, and 'normal'.
Now that Janice was laying there on her back with her hands beside her head and legs out straight, Logan began going around the room and fixing any potential problems that he saw. He closed the blinds more and drew the shades so that there wouldn't be any light disturbing his sister while he worked. Then he moved over and shut the door just as a precautionary measure. He didn't need his parents coming in and finding him there if he got caught up in his work and didn't hear them. Only after he'd done these two small, but vital things, did he return his attention to the sleeping redhead.
By now, Logan's pants were already a little uncomfortable and when he put his hand in his pocket to retrieve his cell phone, it only served to make matters worse. It was then that Logan remembered why he hated new jeans. They were stiff, tight, you couldn't get much in the pockets, it was hard to put your hand itself in the pockets, and when you had a hard-on, they were just so damn uncomfortable. It took some effort, but Logan did manage to fish his phone out of his jeans pocket after a good thirty second of fighting with them. Afterward, he unzipped the front of his pants. It didn't help a lot, but it did relieve at least a little bit of the stress that the denim prison was putting on his erect member.
Before Logan went back to work, he opened up his phone and took a few quick snapshots of Janice how she was. These pictures would come in handy later. They were for his personal viewing pleasure, of course. He wouldn't dare share his little Janice with another man. He took one or two that got her whole body in the shot, one or two of just the top part of her body, and one good upskirt shot before he sat the phone down on the bed.
Logan then turned his attention back to Janice's chest. He reached out and placed his hands upon those soft, clothed mounds so that he could kneed them with the gentlest of touched. If he hadn't known better, he could have sworn that he had heard Janice make a soft sound of approval when he did this. The idea brought a smile to his lips, which he then leaned forward and then brushed against Janice's own. "I'm glad you like that, kiddo," he whispered. His hot breath crashed against Janice's sensitive erogenous organs.
Now that Logan had had his feel, it was time to get back to work. Using an even more careful touch than he used when positioning her, Logan began the slow process of scooting Janice's shirt up her body until it had been moved up and over her breasts to reveal a black bra that matched her panties. Again, Logan wasn't surprised. Janice did tend to like matching her clothes and, as with panties, black gave her a tasteful color that might have let her feel just a little naughty.
With Janice's bra exposed, Logan grabbed his phone off of the bed and started to take a few more snapshots of his sister's pale bust. "Work it for me, Janice," he whispered more to himself than to his sister as her chest rose and fell with her breath. He took about as many pictures this time as he had taken last time before tossing his phone back on the bed. They were mostly close-ups of Janice's bra but there were some top shots and one or two full body shots taken from the same angle as the others.
Now it was time for Logan to do something about that skirt. This, he knew, would be a tricky one, so when he leaned out over Janice's bed and hooked his fingers underneath of the bottom hem of her skirt, he did so with even more care than before. It was a slow process, hiking the skirt up inch by inch, making sure to raise the back, which Janice was laying on, and making sure that he didn't get too overzealous and wake her. Eventually, however, her panties were as open and visible to the world as her bra was.
Again, Logan scooped up his cell phone and started snapping pictures. he took more than before this time, not stopping until he had about fifty pictures or so collectively from this little adventure. He knew that it was kind of pathetic of him to be doing these things to his own sister, but he didn't much care right now. She was the object of his affection and always had been. To him, this was natural, regardless of what others felt.
When he was finished, Logan threw his phone down once again and stared at his sister admiringly. His pants were getting so uncomfortable now that he considered taking them off, but he thought that might be a bad idea. What would he do if she woke up? When he asked himself that question, he realized that if she woke up in the condition that she was in, he was already in hot water. At least without his pants, he would be comfortable in the metaphorical hot-tub.
That decided it, then. Logan's hands moved to the buckle of his belt and unfastened it, followed by the button on his pants. Logan allowed his jeans to hit the floor, stepping out of them and leaving them in a nice neat pile. He then decided that if he was going to be comfortable, then he had might as well be really comfortable. Without a second thought, his denim jacket and his shirt were cast to the side too. Now he was standing in Janice's bedroom in only a pair of black boxer-briefs while she, herself, was half-naked.
Unfortunately, Janice was about as naked as she was going to get. Logan didn't dare try to take her bra or panties off. That would be a bold move, even on Janice. Instead, he decided to poke around and see if he could find her diary. She always used to keep one, though now she was twenty-one and he doubted that she still did. Regardless, he wouldn't find it if he didn't look for it now would he? Besides, if anyone could find it, he could.
Logan had always been good at finding things that Janice didn't want found because he understood her. She hid things, instinctively, right out in the open. Most people, their parents especially, just looked too hard for things. They never expected something hidden to be completely visible so they never checked the obvious places. To them, that new chest at the foot of Janice's bed was probably just that - a chest that was probably for clothes. To Logan, it looked like a classic Janice hidey-hole.
Imagine Logan's surprise when he slid the chest opened, expecting to find stored winter clothes or something of that sort with a diary underneath of them all and instead found a collection of adult magazines that would shame any of the college boys that he had palled around with. As quickly as he had opened it, Logan snapped the chest back shut. He wasn't sure what to think of all of those magazines. Janice had to be quite the little minx to have all of these and he couldn't help but allow that thought to bring a smile to his lips.
It was then that he heard Janice stir a little as she rolled back onto her side. Taking that as his que to get out of there before he got caught, Logan quickly gathered up his clothes and his phone before heading for the door. Once he was out of Janice's bedroom, Logan started making his way toward the bathroom. He was going to go think on everything that had just happened while he sat under a nice hot shower.
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