I hate sneezing! After 18 years of living in my body, I thought I had mastery over my stealth. Sneezing, however, just seems to mock me! These are the thoughts that race through my head as I saw my sister’s glaring eyes coming towards her closet, where I presently am hiding.

I have been watching my older sister, Brenda, for years. Ever since I first started noticing girls, Brenda immediately became the object of my attention. I haven’t had a girlfriend in my life, as I’m too embarrassed and ashamed. I’m skinny, I’m timid, and I’m ashamed. I mostly ogle at the girls as they pass by in their tight spandex, some of them sheer from wear and I can see their thongs brightly shining through. When I chance a glance at their whale-tail sticking out their back, I can’t help but squirm in my seat trying to both touch and hide my erection that’s beginning to form in my pants.

These girls, however, are only appetizers. The real entrée I crave is my sister. I remember being 14, having just discovered the magic a thong had over me, and I was curious to see if Brenda owned any. No one was in the house that day I raced home after school, having spotted my first whale-tail in science class from a girl who leaned forward to far. A grey satin, hi-cut thong, I can still see it, four years later. As I said, No one was home, or so I thought.

I came in the house, trying to be quiet a skill I had acquired over the years from my dad’s drinking. Too much noise would make him fly off his handle, and I might get beat to within an inch of my life, if I wasn’t careful, so I learned stealth fairly quickly. I knew dad wasn’t going to be home for at least three hours, so I wasn’t too concerned about the noise, but force of habit had developed.

Closing the door nimbly, I shrugged off my backpack and took off my shoes. The house was dark, but I could see a sliver of light coming from my sister’s bedroom. She was usually home by now, but she always closes her door. I slowly walked forward, daring not to breathe, and as I got closer I heard a slicking sound. Some low mumble and a muffled “mm-hmm.” As I approached her bedroom door, I could see plain as day, her pale thin 15 year old body naked less a black g-string, answering my original question. She was on her knees and he head was bobbing up and down in some guys lap.

He had his hand on top of her head and it look like he was guiding her movements. She was stroking his cock with her hand at her mouth, and I heard the sucking noise very loudly. I heard him say something about “coming,” which confused me because he was already here, and I had no clue what was going on, having never even dreamt of the idea of my sister in a thong never mind a dick in her mouth. He suddenly stood up and started stroking what looks like the biggest cock I had ever seen.

My sister swooned and craned her head back with her mouth wide open, glistening from the saliva that had accumulated. Her long dirty blond hair swayed with her movements cascading down her back. Her large bright blue eyes smiled at the man before her. She rubbed her body up and down, her tiny pert breasts proudly on display, as she pinched her nipples and groped herself.

“Come on me, daddy!” I heard Brenda say. “Come all over my face!” she cooed.

Which, once again, didn’t make sense because he was already here, and he wasn’t our da-… Looking at him, I realized it was volleyball coach, Mr. Ives, at my sister’s school. I had gone to her games, not because I wanted to support her, but because dad works all the time and at the time I wasn’t allowed to be home alone. It was only within the last couple months that my dad said “fuck it” and let me stay home by myself. What is Brenda doing with her Volleyball coach?

As soon as I asked the question, Mr. Ives grunted very loudly, and thick white globs spurted out of his cock, covering my sister’s face, and making her look like a strudel. It was everywhere, in the crevices of her button nose, along the gentle arch of her forehead, threes long trails dripped over the back of her head, sinking into her hair. My sister laughed and gasped as she received her prize. As Mr. Ives collapsed on her bed, flush in the face and panting heavily, My sister giggled and began scraping the cum from her face and scooping it into her mouth with her finger. He stood up, pulled on his pants reached into his pocket and pulled out a couple bills.

“Thank you, very much, Mr. Ives, same time next week?” She asked with a giggly voice.

“You bet, missie. Now don’t be late again to practice, or I’m taking ten off the payment.” He responded in reprimand.

“Aww… Mr. Ives, you know I won’t be late!” She winked at him with a smile.

“Better not be.” He turned to leave her room.

I scurried as fast and as silently as I could down the hall and into the kitchen, hoping to hell he didn’t see me. I stood there my heart pounding in my chest for what felt like three hours before I finally decided to move again. I had seen Mr. Ives leave long ago, but I was wary of my sister. She can have a temper nearly as bad as dad did, and she definitely had no problems with hitting. I crept down the hall to my own room, trying to be casual. My sister’s door was closed again. I went into my room, closed my door, and began reflecting on what I just saw.

Since then, I had spied my sister, thousands of times, in all states of dress, and all kinds of positions. Because we were poor, it would seem that my sister developed a small business venture. She’d give anyone a blowjob for $40. An additional $5 let you cum on her tits, $10 let’s you cum on her face, $20 for her to swallow the load. Having learned where babies came from, and definitely not wanting to bring a life into this existence, she didn’t do vaginal sex, but she’ll do anal, and that was $100 with a condom on, extra $50 without and an extra $20 to cum in her ass. One guy propositioned to piss on her, she thought about it, but declined.

By the time my sister was halfway through her sophomore year, she had already acquired the title “Blowjob Queen” and had a regular thing setup for after school every day of the month. Men of all ages paraded through our house to be sucked by my sister, cum on her, or fuck her ass. I discovered her scheduling and devised it so that I was in her closet at the time of the events. My sister is a huge fucking slut, and I loved it. I became curious what it was like to be in her shoes.

I remember rummaging through her panties and found a thong. The same thong I first saw her wearing when she was sucking Mr. Ives’ cock. I stole away to my room holding my precious. I shut my door, and I held them up for examination. My eyes were wide as golf balls as I felt the delicate fabric in my hands. I quick took off all my clothes and my hard dick stood straight out. I slowly lower the panties towards my ankle and gingerly stepped into them. I slid them up my legs and I felt every brush of contact that made with my skin. Just past my knees it became a little tighter, but that didn’t stop me. The moment of truth approached as I felt the waist band touching my dick. I raise it up, and donned my first thong, feeling the thong back slid in between my ass cheeks. It was strange at first. I could feel everything, especially as it pressed against my asshole and cupped my junk. I took a look in the mirror and enjoyed what I saw. I jerked off into them and hid them underneath my mattress, waiting for the next time laundry was being done to put them back.

Since then, I had stolen innumerable pairs of her thongs, and I made it a habit to wear them as I watch her work from in her closet.

Achoo!

“Shit!” I thought, the tiniest of sneezes during a dead silence. My sister stomped towards her closet as I spilled out onto the floor.

“RYAN!!” She boomed at me.

“B-Br-Brenda! I can explain!”

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