You’re Safe

Normal disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any similarities to persons living or dead is coincidental. All persons depicted in sexual acts are at least 18 years of age and consenting adults. This story involves incest. If that’s not your thing, then you should stop reading now.

Special Note: This story is also pretty light on sexual content. If that’s going to deter from your reading pleasure, you might want to choose a different story. Otherwise, enjoy yourself.

Special thanks go to thisnameisnttakenyet and DirtyMindedMinx for their editing I could see the top of her head. I wouldn’t know if she had covered up until I was right beside the chair. Should I look? Is that what she wants? I piled some cheese and crackers on a plate, grabbed a bottle of water, and decided walk back to the stairs and see what would happen.

I took a couple of steps out of the kitchen when her voice rang out. “Hey Mark, would you grab me a Coke?”

“Sure.” I doubled back and grabbed her a can of soda from the fridge. I walked back out and stopped beside the chair. She had it reclined all the way back, blanket tossed aside. Her robe was wrapped tight around her breasts now, but there was a generous amount of cleavage showing still. She had also tossed the blanket to the floor. Her long legs jutted out from under the robe and lay on the footrest slightly askew. All of this I took in in under a second. I handed her the can and she smiled up at me, her light blue eyes sparkling.

“Thanks Mark. How was work?” She asked sweetly.

“Ten hours of stocking shelves. Not much else to it.” I said, “Not bad for the money though.” I added, trying to peel my gaze from her chest and back to her eyes.

“Good. When is your next day off? Maybe we can have lunch together?” She caught me off guard with that one.

“Umm, I think I’m off Monday. I’ll double check when I go in tomorrow.” I answered. She was shifting her legs, and my eyes had wandered down to them. Man, that was a short robe she was wearing. I bet it didn’t reach six inches below her panties. Then again, I’m assuming she was wearing panties in the first place. Why am I thinking about this?

“Cool. Let me know. I haven’t seen much of you since I got back.” She winked and smiled at me. I smiled back at her. She hadn’t seen much of me, but I had certainly seen more of her than I had been expecting.

“I will. mardin escort I’m going to go eat and get some rest. Good night sis,” I replied, forcing myself to look at her eyes. Why was that suddenly so difficult?

“Good night Marky, sweet dreams.” If she only knew.

I climbed the stairs and put the plate down on the dresser. My dick was stiff. I needed to clear my head. I stood there in the middle of my room, dropped my boxers, and started to jerk off. I closed my eyes and saw those two plump, round tits. I imagined what it would feel like to cup them in my palms, squeeze them, roll those perky nipples between my fingers. Oh, how I wanted to flick them with my tongue and suck on them until she moaned out in pleasure.

And with that, I was cumming. A couple of shots of semen burst out and landed on the floor three feet from where I stood. I leaned back and let the lesser blasts make their journey as well. I released my grip and took a deep breath. I grabbed the damp towel from my shower from the clothes hamper and thanked God I had insisted on replacing the ratty carpet with some laminate tile not too long ago. It made cleaning my mess up now so much easier.

I fired up the TV and ate while checking out the sports scores. I was ready to go to sleep. Even after an orgasm, my mind wandered to Stacy. Was she still downstairs? Was she still in the recliner, legs slightly spread, short little robe tied tight to her body? I could go back downstairs again. I had a plate that needed to be in the sink anyway, right? An innocent excuse to peek in on her again tonight.

I rolled out of bed and grabbed the plate from my bedside. As lightly as I could, I eased down the stairs. The living room was dark, only the glow of the TV illuminating the room. As my eyes refocused, I could see the recliner again. It was empty.

The chair was empty, and the living room seemed to be deserted. I sighed, half in disappointment and half in relief, then rounded into the kitchen. I dropped the plate in the sink and figured the night was over, when I heard the powder room toilet flush, followed by the door closing. An audible “Mmmm” could be heard as footsteps made their way into the living room. I peeked around the corner and in the light of the TV glow, I saw Stacy settling in on the couch.

Even though I had cum not that long ago, I felt my mardin escort bayan dick stirring in my shorts. Just the thought that there was a chance of a little exposure was enough. I looked down and I could see the beginnings of a bulge showing. Well, here goes nothing, I thought.

I started back towards the stairs and saw Stacy lying on the couch, eyes glued to the screen again. Her robe was loosened just enough to show the valley between her tits. The wondrous exposed flesh ran between her breasts, down her stomach until the two sides of the robe met back up right where the belt was tied. She had one leg extended and the other knee bent up against the back of the couch. This position pulled the bottom of the robe way up, and I could tell she was wearing some white panties. One hand was on her thigh just below the crotch, and I watched as she hooked a finger inside the elastic and adjusted her panties, pulling them tighter across her pussy mound.

I had a massive erection seeing this scene. I swore to myself she had to be doing this on purpose. There was no way this pose was just an accident. I took a few more steps and Stacy whipped her head around to me.

“Oh, hey. Didn’t see you come down.”

“Yeah, you weren’t there just a minute ago. Took my dish to the sink so Mom doesn’t complain.”

“Good idea. You going to bed now?”

“Yeah. ‘Night.”

She nodded and went back to the TV. I reached the bottom of the stairs and for some reason, looked back. Stacy had her hand on her panties now, her palm cupping her pussy. She raised her hand and waved at me, then put it right back on her pussy, just as casual as can be.

I made it up the stairs and climbed into bed. Wow. I don’t know if she realized I could see, but fuck, that was hot. My dick was throbbing now. I pulled the sheets down off my body and pulled my cock out. I jerked off hard and fast, picturing my sister basically feeling herself up in front of me. I came quickly, emptying my load on my belly. My last thought before I fell asleep was that I was going to need another shower in the morning.

I woke up early the next morning and had a few hours to kill before heading to work. Normally, I’d be doing some gaming or something on the computer, but today felt different. I headed to the shower to get last night’s dried cum off my body. As I was finishing escort mardin up, the bathroom door burst open and Stacy came barging in.

“Sorry Mark, emergency. Got to pee. Can’t wait!”

“Umm… Ok. Sure thing.” I said, as I turned the water off. I stood there naked, confused, and worst of all, cold. Slowly, I leaned my head and arm out from behind the curtain, trying not to look, and reached out for the towel on the rack. Stacy let out a squeal. It startled me and I turned towards her. She was sitting on the toilet, robe open, breasts swinging free, but still covered, white panties around her ankles.

“Hey! I’m almost done, hang on!” she exclaimed.

“I… I was just getting my towel, so I didn’t have to stand here naked and freezing.” I said as I yanked the towel into the shower and wrapped it around me. I felt awkward just standing there, but what else could I do?

“Why did you turn the water off?”

“Because I was done showering.”

“Oh. Sorry. Hang on.”

I heard the toilet flush and the lid close. The water started running in the sink. I assumed it would be safe and opened the curtain again. Stacy was at the sink washing her hands. She still hadn’t closed her robe fully, and in the mirror, I could see the sides of her boobs and down to her white panties, back in their proper place now. The slight movement of her breasts as she washed her hands was fascinating. She grabbed the towel and turned to look at me.

“Thanks Mark. I thought I was going to burst.” Her eyes dipped up and down momentarily at me standing there in my towel, still wet. “See you downstairs.”

And she was out the door just like that. I looked down and saw my dick at about half mast, enough to make itself seen pressing against my towel. I went to my room to dry off and get dressed. I managed to not touch my cock any more than necessary while getting dressed. I headed downstairs to greet the family.

On Sunday mornings, our mom tends to make a pretty big breakfast, and then we’re on our own for the rest of the day. Bacon, sausage, pancakes, waffles, cinnamon rolls, eggs, biscuits, gravy, you name it. Dad was talking with Stacy about her car when I slid into my seat and poured myself some orange juice. Mom busied herself in the kitchen and Dad went back to his magazine after a while. I noticed Stacy was wearing the same white, loose tank top she had on the other night. I could make out her nipples pretty clearly, so I knew she wasn’t wearing a bra. She had on a grey tennis skirt and had made it known she was going to spend a little time in the garden today. I had to work, or else I’m sure I’d spend plenty of time at the window while she worked.