Hidden desires and feelings made it better – 02

“Shit!” I said to myself once again. “Damn Angela, I knew I shouldn’t have trusted her!”

“Hey come on, she’s my best friend. You don’t think she’d have told me? We don’t keep secrets from one another Steven. You, of all people, should know that.”

I shook my head in agreement with her. I should have realized that, but now I was a little upset with Angela for other reasons.

“What else did she tell you?” I asked.

Stacy grinned. It was that patented, “I gotcha now,” grin too.

I knew I hadn’t gotten out of this yet. Like I said, I knew my sister, and I knew there was still hell to pay here. Especially when she was playing the role of the Devil.

“All of it,” she smiled looking at me, and then almost pouting.

“So what is it you want?”

“Same thing.”

“What?”

“You heard me.”

“You. My own sister wants to watch her brother masturbate?”

“Yep!”

“Stacy, you can’t be serious. Why?”

“Because Angela got to. And because, I’ve always wanted to as well, ever since that day.”

“You mean…that day…”

“Yep, that one. The one I told the story about with you sitting there listening.”

She had me there.

“And if I don’t?”

“If you don’t. I have a little girl-to-girl chat with Debra.”

“You do know what they call that don’t you?”

“Uh…blackmail?” She asked.

“Very funny. Seriously sis. You’d tell Debra about this?”

“Oh yeah, especially the jacking off while Angels watched part. You bet your ass I would. So…which is it Steven? A little show for me? Or a little story for her?”

“You’re a real bitch you know that?”

“Ah…but I’m your real little sister bitch, and I know that you love me anyway.”

“I’m not so sure about that at the moment,” I told her half seriously. But the other side of serious, much to my moralistic train of thought was oddly aroused. The thought that my very own sister actually did want to watch me jack off, was a bit of a turn on. And then as I sat there thinking about it, I decided. “What the hell? Let’s see what I can get out of all this.” “OK…but under one condition,” I challenged.

“Oh? And what’s that?”

“You have to do what Angela did when she watched me.” I figured two things at this point, either she would. Or she wouldn’t. And maybe that would let me off the hook. To my surprise, she shocked me once again as she laughed.

“No problem. I was planning on doing that anyway.”

**

Angela had to admonish herself to remain quiet as she crouched down beside the wall in the laundry room. One camera well hidden, pointed towards the bed. The other, as they had now learned, pointed at the door where Stacy would be standing.

The other girls were gonna love this!

**

It really was the first time I had actually seen my sister naked. Sure, I’d caught glimpses here and there a time or two, most of which had been when we were way too young to even be thinking along those lines. And then later, when maybe we were, she was a lot more careful because of it. As had I been, save for the bathroom incident. Now, here she was, standing right there in front of me without a single thing on.

I could only shake my head in wonder. She might have been a royal pain in the ass from time to time, actually…most of the time. But there was no denying the fact, she had one hell of a gorgeous body! She even reminded me of that story, the one with Lady Godiva riding the horse naked. That long blonde hair of hers, part of which was draped over one of her breasts, somehow making her…and it, look even more sensual and erotic.

“Nice big cock…big brother,” she teased looking at me as I actually began stroking it. How could I not? Never in a million years could I have imagined this happening, nor ever seeing her naked like this, right here in front of me. But she was. I noticed she wasn’t completely devoid of hair like many girls were these days. True, it was hardly anything at all even then, just this little pussy-stash if you want to call it that I guess. And almost hard to see too. Stacy was, after all, a true blonde. But somehow, for some reason, it made the rest of her beautiful bare pussy all the more inviting and alluring to me.

I almost lost it however when she bent at the knee slightly, reaching down, spreading herself. I could see the much darker colored pink flesh winking at me as she did that. And even better, this little pearly nubbin of inflamed desire as she now ran the tip of one finger over its moist little head.

“Oh fuck Stace…” I said, shortening her name, now calling her the more affectionate nick-name I had used to call her.

“I’ve missed that,” She told me, still rubbing her clit, though likewise cupping and massaging one of her breasts as well, “Stevie…” she answered back, in a nick-name from her that I still wasn’t too comfortable with. “Hey…if you can call me by my name, then I can call you by your name,” she smiled. Another thing I had missed. A genuine smile from her had been a while too.