1. Getting Along With s*s


    Date: 8/1/2015, Categories: First Time, Taboo, Voyeur, Author: brianbigdogsmith, Rating: 98, Source: xHamster

    &#034Gary.&#034 my mother's voice drifted up the stairs. &#034Coming mum.&#034 I yelled back after groaning to myself. Putting down my latest copy of Playboy and stuffing my erect tool back into my trousers, I got off the bed and headed for the bedroom door wondering what mum wanted now. A few minutes later I found out what it was. &#034Gary,&#034 mum said as I entered the kitchen &#034your father and I have to go away for a week, Sandra will take care of you while we are away and I want no arguments from you.&#034 Inwardly I groaned at the thought of having my s****r in charge of me for a week, she was a s*******n year old pain in the backside, pretty, but a pain. Reluctantly I agreed to behave myself before it dawned on me that I would be on holiday and, horror of horrors, so would she, this had to be the worst day of all my fifteen years. Feeling glum I returned to my bedroom and flopped on my bed, even the sight of my copy of Playboy did nothing to cheer me up. Early the next morning my parents left for wherever they were off to leaving me to the tender mercies of my older s****r. Barely had my parents left when Sandra was laying down the law. &#034Right Gary,&#034 she said &#034while mum and dad are away you are going to give me a hand around the house. You can start by tidying that pig sty you call a room.&#034 &#034Aw, come on Sandra,&#034 I protested, &#034it's not that bad.&#034 &#034I knew your promise was no good.&#034 she smirked. She knew as well as I did that I ...
    had never broken a promise, her comment was totally uncalled for and I her told so. &#034One day I'll get my own back.&#034 I finished. Storming up to my room I set to putting away the few things that were laying around then flopped on my bed and sulked. Although I loved my s****r she was a bitch at times, usually when she was in charge, which was too often for my liking. Glancing around my room I spotted the copy of Playboy lurking in a corner, God knows why, but the thought popped into my head of what my s****r would look like naked. I was surprised at myself for having this thought, even more so as I realised that I was getting turned on by it! &#034Gary, stop wanking and get down here.&#034 Sandra's voice drifted up the stairs to me. Angered by her words I went downstairs, she wasn't in the living room so I went into the kitchen. &#034Come on,&#034 she grinned, &#034dinner's on the table.&#034 The wind was taken from my sails at her announcement, her shout had obviously been a wind up and I had fallen for it, this only increased my determination to get my own back on my s****r. Nevertheless, dinner looked and smelt good and my thoughts of revenge could wait until after dinner. Over the next two days my s****r made my life a misery, winding me up then defusing me until I was ready to blow my top. Yet even then I found myself becoming increasingly excited by the idea of my s****r in the nude, I was shocked to even find myself fantasising about my s****r while I was wanking. ...
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