Sister Wants a Baby_(1)
Sister Wants a Baby_(1)
I came home from football practice hot and sweaty. The only two things I wanted was a nice long shower and something to eat.
I began to undress as I climbed the stairs to the bathroom. My shirt was
the first to go, then my shoes, and I was unbuttoning by jeans by the
time I walked into the bathroom.
To my surprise, my twin sister was standing in front of the bathroom mirror with a soccer ball under her t-shirt.
“What the fuck are you doing?” I asked, shocked to see her like that.
“Don’t you think I would look hot pregnant?”
“Krista, you are only 17, you should not be thinking about being pregnant,” I replied.
Apparently, that was not the response she was wanting. She jerked the
ball from under her shirt and stuffed it into my stomach, then stormed
out of the bathroom.
I shrugged my shoulders and continued to undress and shower.
As I said, Krista is my twin sister. I am the oldest by twelve minutes.
We are both seventeen and we are about to enter our senior year in high
school.
She is my sister, but there is no denying that Krista was hot. She is
naturally beautiful. She has caramel colored skin, soft brown eyes, and a
body that would give the Pope a boner. Although she is not into any
sports, her body stays toned somehow.
Krista received all the brains of the family, I received the athletic
gene. I was an all-region cornerback on our high school football team
and third baseman on the baseball team. Krista was the top of our class.
She had started taking college classes our Junior year, so she was
about to start her second year of college and her senior year of high
school.
I step into the shower and let the water cascade over my body. It had
been a hard practice and the water soothed my aching muscles. I stayed
under the water until it started getting cold, and then I turned the water off and grabbed my towel.
As I was drying off, I received a notification on my phone. I picked it
up and punched the passcode. It was text from my girlfriend Ashley,
asking me what I was doing (WRUD?). I started to reply, then had and
idea.
I turned to face the same mirror Krista had been pretending she was
pregnant in front of, pulled up my camera, and took a picture, and sent
it with the caption, “Getting out of the shower.”
It was not long before I received a reply, with Ashley telling me how
bad she wanted me in her mouth. The thought of her giving me a masterful
blow job, made my cock begin to grow. I replied to her and wrapped the
towel around my waist and headed to my room for some relief.
Ashley and I had been together since the eighth grade. Everyone at
school said we were the perfect couple. She was a cheerleader, beauty
queen, and the president of every club in our school, it seemed. Her
father was an attorney, and her mother was a spokesperson for some
liberal organization, so they were never around much, but gave Ashley
anything and everything she could want.
Ashley looked like your typical preppy girl. She had blonde hair, blue
eyes, and long tanned legs. If she had flaw, it would be her breasts, or
lack of. Of course, daddy was going to fix that as soon as she turned
18.
As I entered my room I shut the door, dropped the towel and laid back on
my bed. By this time Ashley had sent me an invitation to video chat. I
looked at my phone, and saw nothing but her thin fingers rubbing over
her fat pussy lips.
That was all it took for me to reverse the camera so that she could see
me stroking my cock. In the back ground I could hear her moaning, and
softly telling my how beautiful and big my cock was, and how she
couldn’t wait to feel it sliding down her throat. With that I blasted my
load.
We said our good byes, and I got up and dressed to go down stairs and
get something to eat. When I walked into the kitchen, Krista rolled her
eyes at me.
“What is it?” I asked.
“You and the Princess need to be a little quieter. You are lucky mom and dad weren’t here.”
“You are just jealous.”
“Jealous of what? Masturbating to your phone? No, I am not jealous,
because I am better than that. If a guy wants this, it isn’t going to be
done over the phone.” She tossed her hair and walked out of the
kitchen.
I shrugged her remarks off and began to fix a sandwich. Once I was done,
I headed upstairs to study my play book. I pulled out my book and laid
on the bed.
It was not long before I heard movement in Krista’s room. Then I heard
her open her door. She walked past my room to the bathroom. I heard her
start the water.
After a few minutes, I got up to go get some water. When I past by the
bathroom, I was surprised to see the door wide open. I resisted the
temptation to look as I passed by. I was dumbfounded. Krista was always
modest and a conservative. She never even wore bikini, so I was
confused about why she had left the door open.
I fixed me a glass of water and drank it down. Then headed back to my
room. I was at a conflict with myself. One part of me wanted to look in
and see my sister naked, the other part of me knew it was wrong. As I
approached, the good side me was winning. I made it half way passed the
door, and then….
“Kris, hey can you get me a towel?”
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