My s****r's Bottom - Sex Stories

My s****r's Bottom

... I’d keep things simple if you know what I mean?” We drove the few yards up the road to the house. Before we got out of the car I asked Janie if she had a problem sharing a room with me. “Well we got along OK at home. I’m sure we can manage for one night. You can have the cushions on the floor!” “Oh thanks, very generous of you.” We were walking towards the door when I added, “And anyway you should have the floor – you’ve got more padding than me!” “What do you mean?” She said with a mock-shocked look. I patted her behind and said “You know what I mean.” She giggled as I rang the bell. The room at the top of the old house was small and dry but none too warm, but we had no choice. It held a queen-sized bed, a closet, a desk with two chairs and an adjoining bathroom. The religious icons on the walls were a clue to why we had to pretend to be married. There were no cushions. We looked at each other and shrugged as the landlady explained about the breakfast and dinner arrangements and left us alone. Call me slow but it was only then I realized that I was about to spend the night in bed next to my s****r’s sexy bottom – the same one that had loomed large in my sexual fantasies and, if I was honest, still did. “Oh well,” I thought. “I’ll just have to apply some self control. No masturbating!” I asked Janie if she wanted to use the bathroom first. I sat on the bed while she had a shower and then emerged from the bathroom wearing her night clothes. I had difficulty not doing a ...

... double take. Her ‘pajamas’ were short, pink-trimmed, grey cotton shorts. The thin fabric managed to hug her bottom cleavage but hang loosely round the top of her legs – the perfect combination to encourage you to slide your hand up inside them and fondle her pussy and backside. These were complimented with a matching short top that only just covered her breasts. She shrugged apologetically making the top ride up and reveal the lower swell of her breasts. “Sorry,” she said “this is all I bought. I didn’t expect to have to share a bedroom with my b*****r!” I mumbled something about it was fine with me and just made it to the bathroom before she could see my growing erection. Now I had a problem. I usually sl**p naked so I had no pajamas. I’d have to wear my boxer shorts. When I was ready I flipped off the light and went into the bedroom. Janie was lying completely covered. A muffled voice came from under the duvet. “Hurry up; it’s bl**dy freezing in here.” At least that spared me the embarrassment of Janie seeing me in my underpants with a semi erect cock hanging out. I lifted the duvet and slid into bed next to her. The next thing I knew she grabbed me and pulled me towards her and said “Warm me up before I die of cold!” I just managed to push my erection down between my legs before I was face to face, or more exactly, chest to breast with my s****r. She wrapped her arms and legs round me and squeezed saying “Oo, you’re lovely and warm!” We lay like that for what seemed ages. In ...