I spent my first two college years living at home, attending a community school. My sister Mira was a high school senior at that time and had just turned 18. She was about 5'2", 105 lbs with long dark hair. And oh yeah she had some nice assets. I wouldn't refer to my own sister in a sexual way but the way the circumstances turned out, I don't feel like holding any detail back. She had some nice protruding tits, which were definitely B cup, and could have qualified as Cs. She didn't seem to have a large butt. She mostly wore lose jeans or pajamas at home so it wasn't that noticeable.
Mira had just graduated high school and was awaiting admission to the same community college I had attended. She mostly stayed home with our mother while I hung out and came back late evenings. We were, and still are pretty cool with each other. Nothing special - just a normal brother and sister relationship. I had always respected her privacy and was never concerned about mine. I was barely ever home and only showed up at the door to sleep.
This was my last summer living at home. I was transferring to a university in the mid-west. I was fed up with living at home; and the school out west was much better than the Boston-area community college I was attending.
Now on to the real story.
The way Mira's bedroom was constructed, it was located "inside" my bedroom. So if you wanted to enter hers, you had to go through my bedroom first. This wasn't exactly a ranch house we are talking about... ours was an old cramped Victorian. My parents bought the only house they could have afforded at the time and we sacrificed some architectural conveniences to get a better price. The adjacent placement of our bedrooms never gave rise to any issues of privacy though. Mira had a bathroom which was attached to her bedroom, and I simply used the larger bathroom out near the kitchen which the rest of the family used. So Mira had it good. She had her own room with a personal bathroom.
Like I said, I had always respected her privacy growing up. Even though I was a horny teenager, whenever I masturbated in my room I made sure she was never home. Otherwise I did it in the shower. Now that I was always out with friends, she practically had the whole house to herself. We had both grown up living in this house since we were about 8, so we had adjusted to it well over time.
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Even though Mira had an attached bathroom, her bedroom was smaller than mine. It was kind of dingy looking and had one little window, though she always kept it sparkling clean. My bedroom was bright and sunny and it had two fairly large windows. One of the windows faced south and was the smaller of the two. I had my bed right under this window and I slept wit my feet towards it. We are going to call this window Window A. Why are we naming windows in this story? You will see. So... the other window, which we are going to refer to as Window B, was situated at a 90 degree angle to Window A, hence it faced East. Window B made the same angle to Mira's bedroom door as it made with Window A - 90 degrees. Window B was also just about 2 feet from her door and was located straight ahead from my bedroom door.
I am kicking myself now for not noticing earlier what I am about to describe here: the 90 degree angle which Window B made to Mira's door meant more than I had ever imagined. The reason why I hadn't noticed this phenomenon earlier is because I was never home and by the time I got home, she had already closed her bedroom door.
Window B being at a right angle from her door meant that IF the following two conditions were met:
1. There was no sunlight – either it was a cloudy day or it was night AND 2. The light was just "right" in my room – not too dark and not too bright.
THEN
...If Mira's bedroom door was just as much as 1/4 open, you could see everything inside her bedroom in a perfect reflection in Window B! (as long as there were no blinds or curtains drawn on the window of course).
The darkness outside turned the window glass into a sort of a mirror. You know how you walk by storefronts sometimes and peek inside, but you can only see your own reflection in the glass- kind of like that. The image was not very clear like a mirror would produce but it was clear enough to show some details. You couldn't really see all colors but you could notice the difference between light and dark.
OK maybe I shouldn't be surprised or angry at myself for not figuring this out earlier. It wasn't easy. As horny a teenager as I was, I hadn't had any fantasies about my sister until then. I also kept my blinds closed over Window B so no image was forming on those blinds even when I was in the room and the above-mentioned conditions were being met. And heck, even if every condition was being perfectly met and I did see something in the window, I simply never paid attention.
But things turned abruptly this summer.
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In mid-June, I broke up with my girlfriend and started to spend more time at home. Mira worked part-time in a local clothing store. By the time she got home, it was almost dark. These days I was always on my bed, either reading a book or surfing the web on my laptop.
One evening when Mira got home, I was reading a book on my bed. She put her handbag on the table in my room like she usually did and went inside her bedroom. I barely noticed. She always went inside her room, took a shower, changed and then came out to say hi to me. Then she would get busy with home chores and whatever else she had to do.
On this particular day while she was inside her room, I had to get up to go to the bathroom. I went outside to the larger bathroom and took care of my business. But when I got back to my bedroom, I saw a vision I had never seen before.
I was staring straight at Window B when I walked into my bedroom, and what I saw in it couldn't have shocked me more. Mira's reflection was clearly visible in Window B. From inside her room! I immediately froze and watched her put on her bra. She was completely oblivious to the fact that her brother was watching her every single move. I was paralyzed. Completely frozen. My brain wasn't entertaining any thoughts of respecting my sister's privacy at this moment. Anyone who appreciates beauty could have derived pleasure out of this vision. I saw her perfectly shaped tits being covered up in a white lacy bra by her delicate fingers, her eyes intently looking down adjusting the placement of the bra.
And then she turned around. I saw her walk to her sock drawer. She pulled out a small clothing article, most likely her panties. She kept facing the sock drawer, unhooked her pants and dropped them. Then she quickly removed the panties she had on, and within the same fleeting motion, changed into the clean ones. It is amazing how quickly girls change panties. Ugh! I wanted to see more. Couldn't it have lasted for another split second?
My cock was rock hard now. I had just witnessed what had been the most beautiful body on a girl that I had ever seen.
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I obviously liked, correction : LOVED - what I saw and I wanted more. That night I masturbated thinking about Mira at least three times in my bed. This was in severe violation of my cardinal rule of not jerking off anywhere else but in the shower. You learn these things when you live in a small house with a scarcity of privacy. But this night I jerked off with reckless abandon. I thought about every single detail. The tits, the nipples, the panties, the ass crack!
Watching her became a routine. I was a Mira junkie now. She could have moved her finger and I would have done anything for her. Every day I watched her change. I took other occasional peeks at Window B to see what she was doing. Mostly I found her doing mundane stuff. Fixing her bed, or arranging her clothes, or just sitting around or sleeping.
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My voyeurism of Mira went on for about two straight weeks. But just as all good things come to an end, this had to come to an end as well.
What my foolish brain hadn't realized was that Window B was capable of more than just enabling me to watch Mira. I was so mesmerized by her body throughout this two week span that I had ignored the most obvious of conditions. If it was possible for me see inside Mira's room through Window B, she could just as easily look at the window and catch me staring at her!
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About two weeks into this exercise, I began to notice a change in Mira's routine. Now she would go inside her bathroom to change her clothes. Gone was her careless demeanor around her room. Gone were her occasional nudges to her crotch to adjust her panties. She was always very composed in her room now. Very mindful of her actions.
I was angry at myself. Obviously she had found out that I was watching her. But I wasn't sure. There was no behavioral change in her. Mira remained and interacted with me the same way she always did. There was no way she would have told my parents about this. I had to find out what had caused her to change her routine.
I started spending more time staring at Window B. Most of the time I would see her minding her own business – reading, talking on the phone, studying... but never changing.
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I wanted to see how far I could take it. This was a no-lose situation. Not a win-win, mind you. Actually this qualified as a "no-lose-further" situation. I had already lost. She had already found me watching her and had changed her routine as a result. Whatever respect she had for me was surely gone by now.
And to think I had gone almost a week without seeing her luscious body! I had to do something.
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I obviously wasn't thinking straight. Now that I look back at my actions, I realize how silly they were. What a juvenile approach I took towards this. But what else could have I done? Talk to her? Gauged her interest verbally? This wasn't going to be a real relationship! This was never more than a pervert watching his sister naked, and now that she had stopped, he was suffering from withdrawal. How could I have possibly confronted her about any of this and asked her to let me have my visual?
There was no real solution to this. Except I tried something new...
One day after she came home from school and went to the bathroom to change, I kept looking in Window B for her next actions. As soon as she came out of the bathroom, it was time for me to carry out my plan. The only window of opportunity (no pun intended) I had was when she stopped by the dresser to fix her hair. If I was lucky and she did what I hoped she would, my plan would be under way. This was a race against time. I had maybe less than a minute – it wouldn't take long for her to fix her hair and then she would move away from the dresser and onto her bed for a nap.
I didn't want to face her. I had to make it look natural. Praying, I took off my shirt and turned away from Window B. And then I dropped my shorts.
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Peeking out of the corner of my left eye, I kept stealing glances at Window B. Look Mira! This way!
My prayer was then answered. She had peeked at the window! And now was looking at my naked behind. What was most exciting was that she didn't have an ounce of amazement in her eyes. No sense of shock. Just a look of wonder and interest. I found her looking up and down my body. I am no jock - I am just a plain looking guy with an average body. But how many guys' bodies had my virgin sister seen? Not many I assumed. And this is exactly what I was banking on.
Now I had a raging hard-on. I snapped out of a trance as I gazed at my protruding dick and felt my hormones kick in. I realized that I had to continue with the mission. Acting normal – pretending as if I was changing – I hunched over to the ground to pick up my shorts. I took another glance at Window B. Mira was still watching, albeit from the corner of her eye.
Smiling I put my shirt back on as well. The test would come to fruition the next day.
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That night I couldn't sleep. My palms were sweaty with anticipation. Would she change in her room tomorrow? Would she let me see her again or had she really gotten angry at me when she found me peeking? Had she found my naked body offensive? Or was she just a normal 18 year old with raging hormones as well? Would she reciprocate? That night I masturbated thinking about her letting me see her change again.
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Next afternoon couldn't have arrived soon enough. Mira came back from school, said hi to me and went to her room. Even though our body language had certainly changed, there had been no impact on both of our daily routines and demeanors.
And the impact of my lewd action the day before which I was hoping to see materialize?
It didn't happen.
Mira changed her clothes in her bathroom. I found her walking out of the bathroom door fully clothed. She stopped by the dresser to fix her hair with a smug look on her face as if she was saying "What pervert? Did you expect me to show you my naked body? Grow up and stop dreaming about your sister you sick bastard!"
I was so angry I went up to Window B and shut the blinds.
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She obviously wasn't interested in my stupid game. And of course she wasn't. What did she have to gain from this anyway? She wasn't the one looking at a hot body and dreaming about it. I was. And I had to do something.
You will laugh at my extreme lack of judgment and I admit it does sound kind of ridiculous but as most of you will agree - desperate times require desperate measures. I was not going to just roll over and accept defeat. Of course I had the option of letting the dust settle and hope that she forgets about me peeking at her and go back to her old routine of changing in her room. But who was I kidding? I was sure it wasn't happening. To make matters worse: summer was always over and I was leaving for college in about 3 weeks. I had to act now and I had to act fast. If this ruined my relationship with my sister so be it. So I decided to go a step further.
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Next day was a Friday. Mira was especially exhausted on Fridays and I knew she took extra long in the shower. I had enough time to execute my plan.
I waited for her to go in the shower and stood up in my room. Immediately removing my clothes, I began to stroke my dick. I had to get it hard as soon as I could! Fast! I kept rubbing it and dreaming of Mira's beautiful body and her smooth skin. I fantasized about her milky tits and the brown chocolate nipples placed on her tits like cherries on an ice cream cake.
Soon it was time. In Window B I saw the bathroom door open and a fully clothed Mira came out. I immediately turned sideways. She would be at the dresser any second now... Despite the shameless act I was committing I was still a bit shy -maybe a little embarrassed and ashamed at myself as well. There was no way I could have carried out my plan and looked her in her eye while doing it. But I needed to look at her to see her reaction, so I turned at an angle so I could still steal glimpses of inside her room in Window B.
By my calculation, she should have been at the dresser by now. I was also pretty sure she would look in Window B like she did everyday to see what was going on with her horned up brother. Would she find him staring at her again? Or would she find him changing again? (Or pretending to change again).
I was now bent over, pretending to pick up my shorts from the floor. The angle I had taken to bend over, I knew by the time I looked up I would have given her a full view of my front side.
My hard dick is what I wanted to expose to her. What the hell was I thinking? A stupid little prick was supposed to turn a girl on? Now that I look back at this, I laugh at myself.
But expose myself I did. As I stood up from the floor with my shorts in my hands, I found her staring straight at Window B, with my erect penis in full view. Our eyes met, and I saw hers glancing down at my crotch.
But this was it. She immediately turned away and didn't make eye contact with me again. Not through that entire day.
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I spent the weekend sleeping on pins and needles. I desperately wanted to see her reaction.
Mira didn't work on weekends. Our parents wanted us to spend this time with them since these were the only two days in the week when they were both home as well. So for two days there was not going to be any Mira coming back home to find me staring at Window B.
But on Monday, it happened...
The routine was back! She was changing in her room.
Another thing happened which sent chills down my spine and blood gushing into my penis.
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Mira came out of the shower wrapped in her towel and headed for the dresser. She would now drop the towel and quickly put on her underwear and clothes if the old routine was back. But this was different. She did drop her towel but she didn't put anything on.
Mira stayed naked. She kept her clothes off and after I got a quick view of her butt crack, she turned around. I now had a direct view of her heavenly body from the right side. Her fingers were going through her hair as she kept staring at the dresser, away from Window B.
Her crotch was barely visible– the upper part of her pussy covered in light pubic hair disappearing just below near the bottom of the glass in Window B. I had her tits and belly button in full sight though. Her beautiful B cup boobs hanging lose but possessing just the right amount of tension in them to keep the nipples upright. They were hard too. I just wanted to jump in and grab those soft cushions. I had to restrain myself.
I had to do something. Next step? Think Raj! Think!
What did I want from her? Did I want to have sex with her? My body said yes. My mind said no. She was letting me watch her naked. Did this mean I could have her? What more would she let me do? Realistically there was no way I that I could ruin my brother-sister relationship with her – a relationship which had been cultivated by loving parents and was the result of a happy and content childhood. This incident so far it had just been a result of innocent curiosity about her body. OK let me rephrase that – this was hardly innocent. It had just been my hormones getting attracted to a hot girl's body. But the ramifications of this attraction were such that my mind was not going to let me go any further with this.
She was letting me watch her naked though. And this was an amazing deed unto itself. Nothing wrong with playing some more. Right?
Right.
"I will look but I won't touch." I promised myself. This will remain an innocent game.
Before I could snap out of my trance and do something, Mira turned around and headed for the dresser. She was now dressing up. No harm done. I had enough material to masturbate to for a month.
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While I stayed mesmerized by the entire day, that night when I went to bed two contradictory things occurred to me:
1. Throughout this entire ordeal – even while she had started to dress in the bathroom which I had taken it to mean that she was angry at me, she could had done something really simple to prevent me from watching her: Shut her bedroom door!
If the bedroom door was shut, there would be no reflection from inside her room and Window B would be rendered useless. And this hadn't happened. Not once had the door been shut, except when she went to bed at night. What did this mean? Was she ok with me watching her?
OR
2. She either didn't know that I was watching her or was pretending not to know. I recalled that Mira had not looked once into Window B other than these three occurrences: the first day that she caught me watching her, the second time when I dropped my shorts and the third time when I let her see my hard-on.
Was she playing a game of "don't ask, don't tell?" Was she pretending that she didn't know I was watching her through Window B?
But... but... She let me watch her yesterday for a good 30 seconds. Without once looking at me!
Did she know or not? How foolish could this girl be? Had she not realized I was looking at her through Window B?
That was the million dollar question. It wouldn't be long before the question was answered.
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The next day something agonizing happened. I was actually hoping that Mira's actions would build on the previous day – that she would stay naked longer or at least just as long as she did the day before.
Forget about staying naked, this time, she shut the door as soon as she got home and I heard her going into the shower. Ugh! I was furious. There would be no reflection in Window B today.
Half horny and half angry, I was now twisting and turning in my bed, with my eyes transfixed on Window B which now reflected nothing but a dull image of her closed bedroom door - mocking me.
"She should be out of the shower by now," I thought to myself and became even more agonized.
But I wasn't going to let this happen.
"Mira," I called from my room. I had to get something going here!
I heard a noise in her room. She was walking out from the bathroom.
"Yes, Raj?"
"Have you seen my cell phone?" I called.
"What?" She replied. I don't think she heard me.
"My cell phone... Is it in your room?" I repeated the question as I yelled out.
"Hang on, I can't hear you." Mira replied. I heard more footsteps. As she got closer to the door, my heartbeat kept getting faster and louder. Opening the door she called out,
"Is what in my room?"
My small mission had been accomplished. I was able to make her come out of the shower by initiating this conversation. Her bedroom door was now open and I could see her in Window B. She was just wearing a towel. Obviously the door being open didn't pose any privacy concerns to her. It's not like I was standing directly in front of the door.
"Can you please see if I left my cell phone in your room by mistake? I was on the phone before you came in and I was walking around the house. I can't find it anywhere, can you please check your room?" I replied.
"OK, let me check."
Saying this, she dropped her towel and walked toward the inside part of her room. I was now getting a view of her heavenly body walking inside her room. My mouth was agape and my eyes were about to bulge out of their sockets.
"I can't find it here Raj," she yelled back to me as she got back towards the part of her room where I could see her clearly in the window.
"It's ok Mira, I can look elsewhere again."
"OK. So what did you do all day?" She asked me, ignoring my answer. She was now drying her hair, standing completely naked otherwise.
"Uh... nothing. Just researched my university and read up on some news, etc." I replied.
She was having a conversation with me from inside her room. The door was open and I could see her naked. This was a total first – she never talked to me while changing, she always asked me to hang on, changed and came out to talk - but this was different. Of note: she still hadn't looked in Window B.
Mira was still either oblivious to the fact that I could see her or she was deliberately playing this game.
Drying her hair and crossing her leg, she said -
"So you are not going to work out today?" She asked as I stared at her.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, don't you change into your gym shorts around this time and head out?" She asked.
Bull's eye!
So she did see me change the past two times I put on that act! And both times I had been changing into my gym shorts and then left the house. So she must be assuming that I was going to work out.
"Yea I do. I was about to leave but I can't find my phone."
I had to act now! Her question about me going to the gym clearly meant that she was ok with me finding out that she had seen me change. And if she was admitting she had seen me change, did it mean...?
"So I guess I will go work out now and try to find it later." I continued.
Saying this I got up from my bed and went to my closet. I took off my shirt and pulled out the gym shorts. Then I went back to the spot which I used to stare into Window B.
She was now putting lotion on her body, and stealing occasional peeks inside my room through the window - the first time I saw her deliberately looking into the window.
I dropped the shorts that I had on. I was shirtless anyway. I looked up and saw her staring at me. The tip of my cock was now visible to her through the window, while I am sure the ballsack and the shaft were too low for the lower part of the glass to form a reflection. I then noticed her try to rise up on her toes to get a better look at the lower part of my body – specifically my balls and the shaft of my penis. I was happy to oblige. Still naked and hard, I moved away from Window B and climbed my bed. I was now standing on my bed with my legs spread, pretending to look away and putting my shorts on. This was now clearly a voyeur show. I continued the conversation, putting on my shorts at last:
"Sorry I made you come out of the shower because of my cell phone."
"Oh no, it's ok, I was done anyway. All I had to do was change." She replied.
"But don't you change in the shower?"
I pushed the envelope a little. This comment was meant to send a subtle hint to her about my familiarity with her routine.
"No I usually change in my room, like you do." She said, plainly. She was almost done putting lotion on her body and was now standing, legs crossed, facing the door and being fully visible inside Window B.
"At least you have the luxury of having an attached bathroom" I joked.
"Eh. It's cramped anyway. I like the freedom in my room here."
"I agree. But I'd rather have your room though." I said.
"Why, you are never home anyway. You just come home from school and go work out these days. Speaking of which... aren't you going to work out now?" She asked.
"I am. I am just looking for gym shorts."
Now remember we were still watching each other through Window B, but we were both pretending as if nothing was going on.
"You are so committed to working out. But you started this recently, right?" She asked.
Another hint that she saw me change!
"Yea." I took off the shorts again, gave her a full view of my naked body and went to the closet to look for another pair of shorts.
"You don't need to work out. Your body is toned enough." She gave a chuckle.
"Really, you think so?" I was now blushing. "How would you know."
"Ah." She giggled. "It's nothing you can hide ya know. I mean it looks good whatever clothes you wear. Or not!" She laughed.
"What do you mean?" I had a sheepish grin.
"Aren't you parading around naked in your room looking for shorts?" She continued.
"Um... yea but I can't find them and what's the hurry?" I replied.
"I have to go out to the living room but you are naked in your room."
"You are not ready to come out either Mira," I smiled.
"Maybe I am." She gave a wicked smile too.
"Well, then I am dressed up and you can go to the living room." I replied.
"I will too Raj, don't test me." She shot back.
"Come on in, I got nothing to hide." I laughed.
"OK here I come..." She announced.
The tension in my cock rose. As she walked toward the doorway, I anticipated the time when she would enter my room and our eyes would meet, scanning every inch of each other's naked body. My cock was throbbing with desire.
"Ready or not..." She giggled.
Dashing toward the door, right when I anticipated her to walk in, she shut the door.
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"Hey..." I called out as I jumped off my bed and went close to the door. It was locked. "Not fair!"
"Put on some clothes you perv!" She held the door shut and scowled from inside.
"What do you mean?!" I yelled.
"How are you going to let me walk in while you are naked! So dirty!" She said.
"But I am not." I played with her to see how far this would go.
"Yes you are. I know you."
"How do you know Mira? I have my shorts on." I insisted.
"And is that why you are pressuring me to come out? What's the rush Raj?" She said in a sarcastic tone.
"You wanted to go out and I am done dressing up. I don't know why you don't want to leave your room."
"Stop lying, I could see through the window. You were naked you perv."
There. She admitted it. She had done before. Did my insistence turn her off? A minute ago she was letting me see her, complimenting me on my body and now she was calling me a pervert.
"So were you!" I shot back.
There was a moment of silence. We were both coming clean. Only she wasn't aware that I have been watching her for weeks now.
"You could see through the window?!" She said, surprised.
"I guess the same way as you could see me." I smiled.
"Oh my God Raj! What have we done?" She scowled. "Ahhhh I am so embarrassed."
"Don't be Mira. I guess it's even. We both saw each other." I tried to calm her down. "No big deal."
"Yea but what if mom found out?" She sobbed.
"Come on." I sighed. "I won't tell her. Would you?"
"No." She said, silently.
"OK then. Smile now. It's nothing. I was scared that you were mad at me for seeing you in the window the past 2 weeks so you started changing in the bathroom."
I came clean.
"You have been watching me for the past 2 weeks?" She raised her voice in disbelief. "You! I will kill you! This is not nice Raj! Not funny either." She was frustrated.
"Relax. I couldn't miss it. The window was right there. And the first time I saw it I was mesmerized. You truly are beautiful Mira."
"Shut up man, this is sickening."
"I am serious. Any guy would kill to be with you. Take my word for it. You are beautiful." I kept showering her with compliments to try and relieve her of her initial shock.
"If I found out your sick ass was watching me I would never ever change inside my room." She sobbed.
"But I thought you did find out and that's why you started changing in the bathroom." I probed.
"No silly. I wasn't changing in the room because of a different reason."
"What is it?" I asked.
"Well, since you have seen the world now..." She said in a nasal tone. "It was the time of the month and I couldn't have just simply changed and did everything in the room. Don't ask any more questions!" She yelled back.
"OK. Well, I am just glad you didn't get mad at me." I sighed.
"Raj. This is sickening. You know what I mean? I am your sister for crying out loud! And I am angry so don't kid yourself!"
"Look, I ... I am sorry but it was in plain view and I couldn't have avoided it." I said.
"So you continued to enjoy the show? Ugh I feel dirty." She was disgusted.
We were still having this conversation with her door locked and me just outside of it.
"I should feel dirty too then. You saw me and never told me either!" I shot back.
"I did tell you today, didn't I?. At least I didn't wait 2 weeks to tell you!" The zinging continued.
"Thanks for complimenting me on my body though." I tried to change the subject and lighten the mood.
"You too. But now I know why you were so turned on you slimy bastard. Because you were looking at me!" She snapped again and sobbed.
"Mira, Mira... Relax. Please. Ok? It was a natural reaction. I mean... you are beautiful and it would happen to anyone anytime they saw you." I tried to defend myself.
"Whatever."
"Look if it makes you feel better... you did see me too. You don't see me complaining." I kept trying to explain.
"Yeah but you are a guy." She said, calming down a little.
"Yeah? And you are a girl. A hot one at that," I laughed.
"Shut up bastard." She laughed with me this time. "You are too horny."
"So are you going to the living room or what?" I played.
"Did you get dressed?" She asked.
"Eh... No." I chuckled.
"Neither did I." She confessed. "What's the point anyway... " She laughed.
"Open the door Mira." I took a shot in the dark.
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This timing was clearly perfect. The door slowly creaked and a crevice of light shone through.
"I am shy Raj." She giggled.
"Come on. It's ok love. I am the same way." I confessed.
"But don't enter the room, ok?" She warned.
"I won't. I promise."
"Only through the window. Ok?" She asked again.
"Ok, ok love I promise!" I insisted.
She wanted to look at me and let me see her through the window only. Understandable. She was scared of physical contact but was probably turned on by all this.
The door finally was wide open and we could see each other again.
"You are beautiful." I exclaimed.
"Shut up Raj." She laughed. "You are such a pervert."
"Mira, to look at this beautiful body, I am willing to be accused of way more than just perversion. You are going to have to do a lot better," I joked. She laughed in response.
We were now staring at each other's naked bodies through Window B. Naked silhouettes. Every detail just as noticeable in the mirror as in without one. My heart was racing as if it was about to explode. I had the most perfectly shaped young body right in front of my eyes and my dick was standing up almost vertical. We kept looking at each other straight in the eyes too - without ever blinking once.
"Raj I admit this is so wrong but I don't want it to stop." She said in a hoarse voice.
"Me neither," I said calmly.
"We truly have no lives," she gave an embarrassed laugh. "I mean look at us, we are brother and sister for crying out loud."
"Isn't that the best part?" I smiled.
She laughed.
"The first one I ever saw." Mira confessed.
"Same here." I said.
"Liar."
"Promise." I insisted.
She stood there silent for a second as if absorbing this entire situation - just admiring the hotness of it. How taboo this all was. Millions of thoughts went through my head as well, mostly sexual. What I would do to her. How I would want to lick her. Things of that nature. She was probably really turned on too. I saw her boobs move up and down as I saw her breathing fast.
"Why are you so hard Raj?"
Now the conversation was overtly sexual.
"Mira come on. You are really asking me that? Give yourself some credit."
She laughed again. I began to rub my dick.
"Ay what are you doing?" She giggled.
"Trying to calm him down."
She began to rub her tits.
"What are you doing?"
"I wish we weren't brother and sister. Watching you won't be so painful." She said, ignoring my reply.
I giggled and threw out another shot in the dark. "I know, right. I am just so curious about your body. That's all. I wish I was just allowed to touch it once."
"Sure you can touch." Saying this she threw her hands up as if inviting me to touch them, and stuck out her tongue jokingly.
"You know my hands won't be touching anything on your body." I winked. This was no brother-sister talk. This was hot horny first-time teenager talk.
"Oh really?" She laughed. "What would touch me then?"
"My tongue." She burst out laughing.
"You are one crazy boy Raj!"
Saying this she crossed her legs tight again. She was clearly getting turned on looking at my naked body and being watched by me.
"You know Raj sometimes I do get these feelings where I wouldn't mind being touched by a guy you know. But I sure as hell never thought about you this way." She was still pouring her heart out to me.
"And how do you like thinking about me now?" I joked, jerking my penis into the window a little.
"It's... intriguing for sure, I'll give you that." She hesitated and then laughed.
"Sure you can touch!" I mocked her earlier comment. Mira burst out laughing. She was now blushing too. I saw her smiling and playing with her hair.
"You wish!" She giggled.
"So do you!" I zinged back.
"At least I admit it." She mocked me.
"So do I, except I would be licking it." I shot back.
"I never said anything about you not being allowed to lick!" She said in an inviting tone.
I rushed to the door. She didn't stop me. Seconds later, I was in her room, staring at her.
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She was now rubbing her thighs together, gathering pleasure. Her legs were constantly moving and she was making no secret as to where the pleasure was directed to. The fire burned between her legs. And she wanted to quell it.
Staring at my naked sister with her eyes locked onto mine, I felt my cock throb.
Her eyes were transfixed on it, while mine kept invading her body. From one nipple to the other to the pussy to her hourglass figure and back to her eyes which looked like deep valleys. She was purely a creature from heaven - like the virgins you hear about in fairy tales. How could I have waited any longer?
I slowly moved towards her. She kept staring at me. With my eyes locked onto hers, I kneeled down and kissed her hands. She rubbed her fingers through my hair and gave an affectionate pull.
I stood up, moved closer and kissed her on her lips.
This was so beautiful. She tasted like honey. Smooth, sweet and pure. Then our naked bodies hugged. My cock was up to the level of her stomach. I slathered pre-cum all over her tummy. She giggled and moved back a little - never removing her lips from mine.
I moved back gently, bent down and carried her to her bed. She didn't say a word. I handled her fragile body with care. She was breathing with anticipation. Her pussy was no doubt throbbing.
When I went down there, I saw wetness. I spread her legs, kissed her belly and then went south. My tongue was now sending shocks of pleasure all over her body via her virgin pussy. She had never been touched there before.
"What are you doing Raj?" She yelped.
"Just checking to see how you taste."
"Eow Raj you dirty horny thing!" She giggled and whined with pleasure at the same time.
I was now lapping at her pussy, moving my tongue up and down her virgin lips. I kissed the little tuft of pubic hair above her cunt, I licked her thighs and rammed my tongue inside her pussy. I adored her. This was the most beautiful day of my life.
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She was biting her lips and twisting her nipples with pleasure. She kept screaming the entire time I spent licking her cunt. Throughout her body kept shuddering. Several times she shook with pleasure and other times she continued to spasm and kick her legs around as I inserted my tongue inside her pussy.
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She was scared to suck my cock all the way through. But she was amazed by it. She licked it up and down the shaft and even took the head inside her mouth a couple times. In the end I came with brute force - knocking her over with my legs with her hands still wrapped around my cock. My cum landed on her stomach.
She burst out laughing.
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After we were done and our energies had been expended to the point of infinity - we got to talking again.
"Mira"
"Yes Raj?"
"I am sorry if this makes things weird. But if it helps, I am going away to St. Louis next week and I won't be back till the end of the semester."
"Yea."
"I hope the time away from each others helps us forget." I sighed.
"I will never forget this Raj. Even if we don't ever do it again, I don't think either of us will forget. But this doesn't mean that things will be weird. We are still brother and sister. Just a little different, that's all." She smiled, reassuring me that everything would be ok.
"You are so calm and so cool." I had an admiring tone in my voice.
"Oh and one more thing..." She said. "I know where your cell phone was you faker."
"Where?" I smiled.
"I saw it on your dresser. I know you staged the whole thing."
"Really?"
"Yes. I saw you looking the first time I saw you drop your shorts." She smiled, kissed me on my lips and hugged me tight.