🔞🔞 Big sister wants a roommate, brother has some conditions.18+
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"Sis, I'm sorry," Kyle said, eyes glued to the road ahead. Kyle enjoyed blasting down the Interstate on his Indian, but today he and his sister, Allie, were towing a trailer with his father's new Ram dualie, and bringing it home in a less than pristine condition was not an option.
"C'mon, Kyle," Allie pleaded, reaching over and giving his arm a squeeze, "it'll be so much fun, just you and me and shitloads of homework. And pizza." Kyle risked a quick glance her way.
"I've already made plans."
"Plans? Those aren't plans. Those are the absence of plans."
"Staying at home and riding my bike to campus is a plan."
"Get real, little brother. It's a two-hour drive, each way."
"Staying at home is free, plus, I love to ride. That'll be the best part of my day," Kyle explained, grinning. Allie shook her head.
"That's four hours of every day that you won't have for homework. And what about winter? You're gonna ride your motorcycle in the snow and ice? Oh, slow down, this is the exit."
Kyle took the exit and after ten minutes of following his sister's directions, he pulled into the parking lot of a somewhat run-down apartment complex. Allie pointed to a spot at the far end.
"Park down there. The apartment is through that side door and at the end of the hallway," she explained. Kyle parked the truck and trailer, taking up two spaces. Two-and-a-half hours later, the trailer was empty and the sweaty siblings were sitting on Allie's old, well-used sofa. Kyle patted the thread-bare arm, smiling.
"Mom and Dad were sure happy to get this out of the shed," he shared. "We played a lot of video games on this couch."
Exhausted, Allie closed her eyes and leaned her head back against the familiar cushion. "We damn sure did." When Kyle looked over at her, he couldn't help but notice how beautiful his sister had become. She'd always been pretty, but womanhood had blessed her with great abundance. Brunette hair with ample highlights framed a face that melted hearts at first sight, and her tight, athletic body -- with its firm C-cup tits, wide hips and perfect ass -- sealed the deal. Kyle hoped that someday he'd have a wife as hot as his big sister. Hell, even half as hot. Kyle was an attractive guy, no doubt. At 6'2", 190 lbs, athletic build, and well above average as looks go, he still knew his sister was in a totally different league. Allie was top-tier.
"I'm starving," she continued, breaking Kyle from his ogling of her body. "Pizza sound okay?" Kyle nodded.
"Absolutely."
The pizza arrived in half an hour and the two got busy with it. During the meal, Allie continued to press her brother to move in with her, while Kyle listened politely and kept feeding. A year older than Kyle, Allie had already taken a year of college. Living in the dorm had been a bad option for her. Too many parties, too many social demands on her time, had been disastrous to her grades. Living off-campus might be a solution, but that solution came with a substantial price tag.
"I've still got some of my savings left," she explained, "and a part-time weekend gig doing grocery deliveries. If we were here together, we could split expenses. C'mon, it'll be fun, and this will be the last time we will probably have to spend together before getting on with the rat race."
Kyle pushed the last bite of pizza crust into his mouth and leaned back on the sofa, chewing slowly. It was his turn to close his eyes.
"No promises, Sis," he began, "but I will give it some thought."
Allie squealed with glee, then leaned over, threw her arms around her brother and planted a big kiss on his pizza-filled cheek. Kyle endured her affections without opening his eyes.
"Don't get all crazy, girl, I'm only thinking about it."
"Of course, and when you're done thinking about it, we'll get you moved in, too. I know you're going to love it." Kyle swallowed the pizza and exhaled heavily. He reached over and patted Allie's thigh.
"Well, I probably better get rolling for home, hon. It's been a long day and I've still got a lot of driving ahead of me."
"Oh, I don't think so, Mister," Allie informed him, "you're tired and Dad won't appreciate you crashing his fancy new truck. You need to stay here tonight and go back tomorrow. Seriously."
Kyle caved after less than a minute of arguing the point. The old comfy couch was getting more comfy by the minute, and his eyes were feeling pretty good being closed.
"Okay," he conceded, "but only for the sake of Dad's mental well-being."
"That's good enough!" Allie exclaimed. She stood up, tugging at his wrist to get up and follow her. "C'mon, let's get you to the shower and then you can crash for the night."
"It's okay, Sis," he objected, "I'm fine. Besides, I didn't bring a change of clothes, anyway." Allie wasn't having it and yanked even harder to get him up.
"Don't be gross. Take a shower, I'll put your clothes in the wash and you can wear my robe until your clothes are done. Don't argue, Kyle, there's no point, I always win." Kyle stood up and let his sister drag him off toward the bathroom. She wasn't kidding about always winning their disputes.
Allie followed Kyle into the bathroom and just stood there, staring at him, waiting. Kyle returned her stare, puzzled.
"Yes?"
"I need your clothes if I'm going to wash them," she replied. Kyle still looked puzzled.
"You want them right now?" he asked.
"Yes."
"How about you go find that robe you were talking about, and I'll leave my clothes outside the bathroom door?" Allie pursed up her lips and shook her head.
"Fine," she said. "You're such a prude. I've seen you without your clothes on, before."
"Yeah, when we were little kids and Mom thought it was more efficient to wash us together in the same bathwater." Allie turned and headed for the door.
"Prude."
After undressing, Kyle dropped his clothing outside the bathroom door as promised and got into the shower. The hot water felt wonderful on his tired, achy muscles. For a long moment he just stood there, letting the water work its magic, rinsing away the sweat and salt from his scalp, face, and body. He took a step back and wiped the water from his hair and eyes. Turning, Kyle was startled to see his sister standing on the other side of the glass shower door, staring him in the eye.
"Shit!" he yelled, crashing against the rear wall of the shower. "Damn, Allison, you scared the fuck out of me!" Allie slid the door open and stepped into the shower with him. It was then that Kyle realized his sister was naked, too. Like powerful magnets, her full, luscious tits pulled his eyes to them, helpless to resist.
"Y-you don't have any clothes on!" he mumbled, still gawking at her tits, now wet from the streaming water. Allie smiled.
"Neither do you. Besides, I always take my clothes off before getting into the shower." Kyle didn't know whether to just go with the flow or have a heart attack. While he was deliberating on the matter, Allie handed him the bar of soap.
"Do my back for me?" Kyle took the soap from her hand and she turned around, presenting her backside to him. His eyes traveled down her perfect body, locking onto her ass. He rolled the soap in his hands a few times, then began to rub her neck and shoulders, then lower, across her back, left to right, lower still, right to left. When he arrived at her magnificent ass, he never paused. Kyle soaped one cheek, then the other. He slid the bar slowly down the crack of her ass, all the way, then back up. He set the bar in its dish, then returned his attention to his sister's ass, rubbing the soapy skin with his fingers, running them up and down between the firm cheeks.
"Wow," Allie said, breaking the silence, "you're pretty thorough back there, aren't you?"
"Oh, am I?" he asked, shakily. "It's my first time helping someone else shower."
"Well, keep going, Sport. You're doing fine." Encouraged, Kyle picked up the soap and got down on his knees. He ran the bar between her legs, soaping her up where her legs joined her upper body, almost touching her pussy. From his angle, he could clearly see the puffy lips of her cunt just inches from his face.
"Oh, fuck!" he thought, realizing that his dick was quickly filling with blood. He tore his eyes from his sister's pussy, hoping it would reduce the effect it was having on his cock. It didn't. He soaped and rubbed Allie's legs, from crotch to ankles, while his pecker continued its ascent. Without warning, Allie turned around, leaving Kyle face-to-twat with her shaved pussy.
After a moment, she giggled and tugged him up to his feet.
"Time for the front, naughty boy."
