Go Ahead, Keep Going! Pt. 03 - Sex Stories

Go Ahead, Keep Going! Pt. 03

... spraying water cascading over her naked body. Why couldn't I just be normal? My dick swelled up in my pants and my heartbeat quickened. I was getting the morning hornies.

"Food will help," I said to myself. "Food is better than sex. Hot take."

After a few minutes I strolled out into the hallway, my hands buried in my pockets, and thought about what to make for breakfast. At that moment the bathroom door cracked open and a cloud of fresh steam wafted from it.

"Ladadadada," Alice was singing.

I froze in surprise. My sister's buck-naked body waltzed out into the hallway with her sweet little back turned to me. Her slender, petite frame, peach-colored skin, and round ass cheeks filled my head with unbrotherly ideas. Her bare buttocks swayed with each step like a tantalizing bowl of jello. But like, if jello was sexy.

"Erm... Allie--" I sputtered.

She swung around and saw me. Her eyes widened and she lit up into a shrieking laugh.

"Whoops! Mom forgot to wash the towels," she squeaked. Her damp, shoulder-length hair stuck to her face and her hands shot up to her mouth to contain the giggles. Those beautiful perky breasts of hers danced and wobbled. My eyes darted down to her bush and the flatness of her tummy.

"Um, that's okay, Alice. Holy shit."

She snorted and cackled, then turned and skipped down the hallway to her bedroom.

"Sorry if that made you horny!" she called, disappearing inside.

I reached down to my crotch and felt a brewing stiffness. ...

... There were far too many emotions going on this morning. Far too many things to work a guy up.

I lay in my bed seconds later with my pants down around my ankles and my hand gripped around my bare dick, stroking vigorously. I thought about the way my sister's tits jiggled against her chest when she laughed. I thought about pulling up some porn, or even some family photos, and then she texted me.

Alice: i'm still changing in my room if you wanna come masturbate

I gulped, wondering if I should come up with some sort of protective, brotherly rejection. But we were already pretty deep in the soup at that point. Might as well embrace it. I pulled up my pants and eagerly shuffled down the hallway to my sister's room. Even as I tapped on her door I could smell her girly perfume wafting from within.

"Come in!"

I pushed open the door and saw Alice pacing around in circles, scouting for clothes to wear, still naked as the day she was born. She had only her glasses on and nothing else. It was all curves and flesh and hair.

"Are you making breakfast today or is it more like lunchtime now?" she asked, not missing a beat. "There's no laundry! I can't find my friggin' sweatpants anywhere."

"I can make us some food," I offered. I slumped down in her bed, feeling oddly overdressed.

"Well if you do, I want hash browns."

I unbuckled my pants again and pulled them down, freeing my hardened manhood. My sister bent over to pick something up and I could see the fuzz of her ...