Hot story of a family sex. Fiza is Imran’s younger sister. To be honest, I always saw her as a sister myself. But then…something changed. One day the innocent girl had transformed into a beautiful young woman. Where once stood a clumsy, innocent child, there now were curves, and a sexuality that presented itself ever so slightly. I’d ignore these insane thoughts in my head, but soon I found myself jerking off while thinking about Fiza. I’d fuck Imran while imagining I was deep inside of Her sisters young pussy. I’d sneak glances of Fiza as she bounced around my in laws home. As we frequently visited, I found myself around Fiza, and I found my manhood pressing against my pants.
Fiza was planning for college, her graduation, and her last Summer of childhood. She also she began taking on odd jobs. Babysitting, walking dogs, house sitting for vacationing friends. Then one day Imran came up with an idea to help contribute to Fiza’s college fund. “We could get her to clean the house. We’ll give her 50 or 60 bucks to clean each week,” she said. I agreed, and Fiza rewarded our offer with a hug. It took every fiber of my inner strength not to let my hard cock give away my darkest perversion.
Fiza came over throughout the Summer to fulfill her housekeeping duties, often sporting little more than a sundress over her bikini, as she was on her way to or from the pool. I’d pretend to read, watch TV, or whatever other trivial activity I could think of while stealing glances of her blonde hair, thick, sun kissed thighs, and ample ass and breasts. She’d always clean our house, sit and talk a bit, then slide out with her payment. Then, I’d promptly replay her curves in my head as I jerked off, wishing there were some way to taste her innocence just once.
As the Summer was winding down, talks of classes and the upcoming fall filled her thoughts and our conversations. We had developed a bond, and honestly, some of my thoughts had transformed to a more brotherly line of reasoning…until that night.
The night I’m talking about came on a Saturday in mid-September. My phone buzzed at 1 am. Message from Fiza…, I sleepily flipped it face down to hide the light and tried to get back to sleep…then another buzz, and another. I sat up and opened my messages. Fiza had sent me a pic of her frowning, almost comically. “I miss you” was the next text, then finally, “I’ve had the biggest crush on you.” I walked into the bathroom.
As I sat in the glow of my phone in the bathroom, trying to think of what to respond with…finally it came to me, “ be careful. If you need a ride just call me.” I felt my cock growing stiff at the thought of her perfect teenage body beneath me. I slowly started stroking my cock thinking about her, but heard my wife stirring in the bedroom. I couldn’t finish, so I flushed to fake a reason for being there, walked out and climbed in bed. “Who was that?” asked Imran. “My brother baby,” I said. “ I think he’s drunk,” as I kissed her and rolled over to go back to sleep. Soon my phone began to buzz again. I quickly looked, Fiza! I answered it only to find she was obviously crying. “What’s up? What’s wrong Fiza?” I inquired. “I hate it here! I miss being home! I miss you!!” She responded. I asked if she was okay. “Yes,” she whined. “But, I’m drunk…and horny,” she said with an almost seductive whisper. “Okay Fiza. I’ll come give you a ride,” I said as I turned to my wife. I mouthed the words “she’s drunk and needs a ride.” As I hung up to go my wife said, “ well, college didn’t take long to take her innocence.”