“Oh, please, I’m your sister for Christ’s sake. We used to go swimming naked together when the folks took us camping.”
“We were ten and eight.” I reminded her. “When we got older we would swim separate.”
“And you would peek through the bushes at me wouldn’t you?”
I felt my face flush and she laughed, “In fact last time was only about three years ago. Which made you were peeping on your eighteen year old sister.”
“I….it was longer ago than that!” I said indignantly.
“Point is you were perving on me or do I need to remind you of all the times you accidently walked in on me in the shower?”
When I didn’t answer she laughed again, “What? It’s no fun if I know you’re looking?”
“I don’t check you out.” I insisted.
“Then put your head up and don’t check me out, just look at me. I’m too hot to put a real shirt on.”
I sensed her moving and looking up saw she had turned her back to me and was looking at the pictures on my desk I hadn’t packed yet. I saw she was holding a rolled up newspaper in her hand and put it down to lift one of the pictures. Alicia wasn’t kidding when she had said she was too hot. Ever since I was old enough to know what sexy was, my big sister had been the sexiest girl I knew. She was tall for a woman; close to five nine and her long tan legs seemed to go on forever.
Those legs made her a ton of tips at her waitressing job, sometimes more than three hundred a night. While mom was out of work it was my sister that paid all the utilities and bought groceries. I’d felt like an ass with my pay barely being enough to cover my own car insurance and help mom out with gas in the cars. Speaking of asses, Alicia bent over my desk to fiddle with the old fan I had in the window behind it and not for the first time I thought how unfair this was.
A guy should not be checking out his sister, but with her, it was impossible not to. Alicia’s ass was as perfect as the rest of her and the skimpy panties left both her well rounded cheeks fully visible to me. Unable to help it I stared at the thin strip of material between her legs, wondering what her pussy looked like. Alicia remained leaning over the table as she started flipping through some of the drawings I’d done for art class and had begun swaying side to side.
I swallowed hard at the sight of her sweet ass moving back and forth and with an effort, lifted my gaze higher. I stared at the large colorful dragon she had tattooed on the small of her back, her tramp stamp as she called it. Staring at it, I remember her ex boyfriend Jack calling it a bull’s eye. Couldn’t say I blamed him. I had no doubt Jack had also made use of Alicia’s long blonde hair that went more than halfway down her back. I could just imagine pulling on it then whipping my cock out and adding some white to the red and green tattoo.
Okay, that was enough. It was one thing to think Alicia was hot, another to start thinking like a pig. My eyes wandered dropped, but were now confronted with the shape and length of those amazing legs. I gave in and took them in from her firm thighs down to her bare feet with their purple toe nails. Christ, even her feet looked good.