ChissEyes
Dust
- Joined
- Oct 19, 2016
"Fuck," Kyle moaned softly as he slid a second finger inside himself. With his other hand he pushed his mop of floppy black hair out of his eyes and closed them as he leaned his head back. He couldn't stop thinking about her. She had been back home for barely a few hours, and already he had hidden away in his room and worked himself into a frenzy.
He had always been close with his big sister. He couldn't remember a time when they weren't the best of friends, laughing and playing along together. But then she had started to grow up, and start off her life at college and beyond. His own bout of puberty came not long after, and that was when he started really noticing how his sister looked. And with the cravings and raging hormones of teenage boyhood, he had come to develop very lustful feelings towards her. There was no point in denying it at this point. At first he had been able to control it. But then he found himself peeking through the bathroom door any time he was fortunate to find it open while she was showering. He remembered the first time he caught sight of her perfect form through the misty glass, and how he couldn't look away as he rubbed himself off through his trousers. Being a boy with his special...anatomy (and not just a plain, slim, not particularly muscular body), it was pretty much impossible to find any normal girl who wouldn't be repulsed by him. But when he saw the shadow of the length between his sister's legs...
Since then it had only gotten worse. Anytime Kyle saw his sister in a towel, bikini, or other similar states of little dress, his eyes would always be drawn to her bulge. For a while it was fine, and he could ignore it while they were together and be as close as ever. Lately, however, he had always found some excuse to leave whatever room she was in, all so he could hide away and masturbate to the glorious, imaginary image he had of her wearing nothing at all.
That, and the memories, was what he was rubbing his clit to right now. His sister hadn't been wearing anything particularly sexy when she had come home after a few months, and yet the slightest hint of her bulge had had him almost running up the stairs like a shot from a cannon. She'd probably realised something was up by now, but at the moment, Kyle didn't care.
He only cared about imagining his sister's cock sliding into him as he rubbed his fingers up against the inside of his pussy and came with a low moan of her name, cut off as he bit down on his pillow so he wouldn't scream.
When his climax died down, he lay there panting for a few moments before drawing himself up and starting to get re-dressed. Just make it through the rest of the day, he told himself. You can do that. Come on, she's your sister. You can't keep running off just because she breathes in your direction.
If she ever found out how he felt, he wouldn't know what to say. But it would never happen, Kyle knew, so he'd do his best to get over his frustration on his own.
He had always been close with his big sister. He couldn't remember a time when they weren't the best of friends, laughing and playing along together. But then she had started to grow up, and start off her life at college and beyond. His own bout of puberty came not long after, and that was when he started really noticing how his sister looked. And with the cravings and raging hormones of teenage boyhood, he had come to develop very lustful feelings towards her. There was no point in denying it at this point. At first he had been able to control it. But then he found himself peeking through the bathroom door any time he was fortunate to find it open while she was showering. He remembered the first time he caught sight of her perfect form through the misty glass, and how he couldn't look away as he rubbed himself off through his trousers. Being a boy with his special...anatomy (and not just a plain, slim, not particularly muscular body), it was pretty much impossible to find any normal girl who wouldn't be repulsed by him. But when he saw the shadow of the length between his sister's legs...
Since then it had only gotten worse. Anytime Kyle saw his sister in a towel, bikini, or other similar states of little dress, his eyes would always be drawn to her bulge. For a while it was fine, and he could ignore it while they were together and be as close as ever. Lately, however, he had always found some excuse to leave whatever room she was in, all so he could hide away and masturbate to the glorious, imaginary image he had of her wearing nothing at all.
That, and the memories, was what he was rubbing his clit to right now. His sister hadn't been wearing anything particularly sexy when she had come home after a few months, and yet the slightest hint of her bulge had had him almost running up the stairs like a shot from a cannon. She'd probably realised something was up by now, but at the moment, Kyle didn't care.
He only cared about imagining his sister's cock sliding into him as he rubbed his fingers up against the inside of his pussy and came with a low moan of her name, cut off as he bit down on his pillow so he wouldn't scream.
When his climax died down, he lay there panting for a few moments before drawing himself up and starting to get re-dressed. Just make it through the rest of the day, he told himself. You can do that. Come on, she's your sister. You can't keep running off just because she breathes in your direction.
If she ever found out how he felt, he wouldn't know what to say. But it would never happen, Kyle knew, so he'd do his best to get over his frustration on his own.