10-05-2022, 02:32 PM
Olivia buzzed me in and I climbed the stairs up to her apartment.
My sister answered the door in her workout outfit, of all things. The outfit consisted of a gray tank top and black yoga pants. She didn't look particularly sweaty however.
Olivia had wavy dark brown hair, same color as me, that hung down past her shoulders. She was an inch or two taller than me, and generously proportioned. Though big, her breasts weren't huge. She knew how to emphasize them very well however. In her tight top, that still showed a bit of cleavage, they looked amazing.
"Oh, am I interrupting?" I asked, referring to the clothing.
"Sam!" she exclaimed, ignoring my question.
Olivia pulled me in with a smile and wrapped her arms around me.
"How's my little bro doing?" she asked, despite us having conversed literally ten minutes ago on our phones.
In the process of hugging me she pressed her body up against mine with much more enthusiasm than Sophie had shown in quite a while.
"Hey," I mumbled back as greeting.
"Oh, and this?" She let go of me and looked down at her clothes. "I'm just doing some stretching. Poses and such. Trying to keep limber."
Olivia smirked knowingly at me, then gestured for me to follow her into the living room. Her apartment had hardwood floor and white painted walls. It was nice. Much nicer than mine. Perks of actually having a job I supposed.
My sister's pants really didn't leave much to the imagination. Her walking in front of me gave me a great view of her incredible ass.
Sure, it was weird of me to notice those things about my sister. But I'd had somewhat of a crush on her since I was much younger. Any young guy would, with a big sister looking like her.
The thing is she knew about it, and teased me mercilessly for it. It had become a thing between us. The fact that she didn't seem to mind, or rather found it amusing, had really helped me get over my shame about it. So it didn't bother me much anymore. My sister was hot. That's all it was. And fantasies are just fantasies.
Not that I'd ever admit I still thought about her like that, even now.
"So... needed to get away for a while?" she asked with one hand holding her foot against her ass, leg bent all the way back, and the other hand on the wall for support. Her posture really accentuated the form of her body in all the right ways.
"Nothing so dramatic," I answered. "I was just bored."
She switched legs. I sat down in the couch opposite her.
"What an amazingly fun relationship you two must have," she noted, voice dripping with sarcasm.
"Just didn't have anything fun to do, that's all," I countered, feeling defensive.
"Sure. I can't think of anything fun for guy and girl in a relationship to do on their own," she goaded.
"Ha-ha," I answered, matching her sarcasm. She had a point though.
She looked at me. "Oh? Did that strike a nerve?" she said, smiling gleefully.
I leaned back in the couch and sighed. "Don't go there."
"Why not? Or is that why you came over?" she taunted, leaning forward with a big grin on her face. "Want your big sis to take care of it for you?"
I glared at her, ignoring the twitch in my pants.
She laughed. "Okay, okay. Sorry. Just messing with you."
I just rolled my eyes at her.
Olivia bent over to pick up her yoga mat from the floor and rolled it up in her hands.
"Alright. That's enough for today," she said.
"Beer?" I suggested.
"Beer," she agreed.
She came back from the kitchen with two opened bottles and handed me one. Olivia practically jumped into the couch on the left of me, bumping into me as she did. She slid her arm under mine and pushed her breast against me with a smile on her face. That sort of intimate body contact never seemed to bother her, even though we were siblings.
"So what do you wanna do?"she asked me.
I tried to avoid looking at my sister's cleavage as her right boob squeezed up against me.
"I don't know. Let's just hang out for a bit?" I suggested.
"You got it lil' bro," she chirped while reaching for the remote. She left the TV on the first channel that came on.
That gave me an opportunity to pull my arm away from her grip, which earned me an annoyed pout from her.
Olivia scooted even closer to me, then took my arm and wrapped it around her waist. She looked at me defiantly as she placed my hand on her thigh, as if to challenge me to try pulling away again.
"There we go," she said happily. "Much better."
I let her have her way. She was being even more touchy-feely than usual and she'd probably just escalate if I tried to deny her.
It wasn't that I disliked feeling her body up against mine. Rather I liked it too much, and it was starting to show. I kept my left hand in a strategic position over my pants to hide that fact. Olivia nuzzled up against me and rested her head against mine. If she noticed the growing bulge in my pants she thankfully didn't mention it.
It was a good thing we were alone. Sophie would certainly object if she saw us like that. Hell, anyone would if they knew we were siblings. I realized this of course, but in my mind what me and my sister did together was between the two of us. Inappropriate or not.
At least Olivia knew not to be too affectionate with me in public. Well, she did most of the time.
We sat holding each other like that for a long time. We talked about her work, my studies and shared memories.
We eventually got to the topic of the next day, the first of April. Me and Sophie were meeting some of her friends for drinks that day. It turned out Olivia was heading out with her friends as well.
Olivia had re-positioned herself and now lay on her back across my knees. She still held onto my arm and kept my hand in place on her stomach, as if to ensure we maintained physical contact. My sister's top had slid up a bit just below where she kept my hand, revealing a sliver of skin.
"You guys should totally come clubbing with us later!" Olivia told me.
"I think we're probably just gonna hang out at the usual place. Her friends are not exactly the clubbing type," I replied.
"Ah, then you should definitely ditch them and come with me instead," she suggested with a grin.
"Yeah... definitely," I said with a sigh.
My sister answered the door in her workout outfit, of all things. The outfit consisted of a gray tank top and black yoga pants. She didn't look particularly sweaty however.
Olivia had wavy dark brown hair, same color as me, that hung down past her shoulders. She was an inch or two taller than me, and generously proportioned. Though big, her breasts weren't huge. She knew how to emphasize them very well however. In her tight top, that still showed a bit of cleavage, they looked amazing.
"Oh, am I interrupting?" I asked, referring to the clothing.
"Sam!" she exclaimed, ignoring my question.
Olivia pulled me in with a smile and wrapped her arms around me.
"How's my little bro doing?" she asked, despite us having conversed literally ten minutes ago on our phones.
In the process of hugging me she pressed her body up against mine with much more enthusiasm than Sophie had shown in quite a while.
"Hey," I mumbled back as greeting.
"Oh, and this?" She let go of me and looked down at her clothes. "I'm just doing some stretching. Poses and such. Trying to keep limber."
Olivia smirked knowingly at me, then gestured for me to follow her into the living room. Her apartment had hardwood floor and white painted walls. It was nice. Much nicer than mine. Perks of actually having a job I supposed.
My sister's pants really didn't leave much to the imagination. Her walking in front of me gave me a great view of her incredible ass.
Sure, it was weird of me to notice those things about my sister. But I'd had somewhat of a crush on her since I was much younger. Any young guy would, with a big sister looking like her.
The thing is she knew about it, and teased me mercilessly for it. It had become a thing between us. The fact that she didn't seem to mind, or rather found it amusing, had really helped me get over my shame about it. So it didn't bother me much anymore. My sister was hot. That's all it was. And fantasies are just fantasies.
Not that I'd ever admit I still thought about her like that, even now.
"So... needed to get away for a while?" she asked with one hand holding her foot against her ass, leg bent all the way back, and the other hand on the wall for support. Her posture really accentuated the form of her body in all the right ways.
"Nothing so dramatic," I answered. "I was just bored."
She switched legs. I sat down in the couch opposite her.
"What an amazingly fun relationship you two must have," she noted, voice dripping with sarcasm.
"Just didn't have anything fun to do, that's all," I countered, feeling defensive.
"Sure. I can't think of anything fun for guy and girl in a relationship to do on their own," she goaded.
"Ha-ha," I answered, matching her sarcasm. She had a point though.
She looked at me. "Oh? Did that strike a nerve?" she said, smiling gleefully.
I leaned back in the couch and sighed. "Don't go there."
"Why not? Or is that why you came over?" she taunted, leaning forward with a big grin on her face. "Want your big sis to take care of it for you?"
I glared at her, ignoring the twitch in my pants.
She laughed. "Okay, okay. Sorry. Just messing with you."
I just rolled my eyes at her.
Olivia bent over to pick up her yoga mat from the floor and rolled it up in her hands.
"Alright. That's enough for today," she said.
"Beer?" I suggested.
"Beer," she agreed.
She came back from the kitchen with two opened bottles and handed me one. Olivia practically jumped into the couch on the left of me, bumping into me as she did. She slid her arm under mine and pushed her breast against me with a smile on her face. That sort of intimate body contact never seemed to bother her, even though we were siblings.
"So what do you wanna do?"she asked me.
I tried to avoid looking at my sister's cleavage as her right boob squeezed up against me.
"I don't know. Let's just hang out for a bit?" I suggested.
"You got it lil' bro," she chirped while reaching for the remote. She left the TV on the first channel that came on.
That gave me an opportunity to pull my arm away from her grip, which earned me an annoyed pout from her.
Olivia scooted even closer to me, then took my arm and wrapped it around her waist. She looked at me defiantly as she placed my hand on her thigh, as if to challenge me to try pulling away again.
"There we go," she said happily. "Much better."
I let her have her way. She was being even more touchy-feely than usual and she'd probably just escalate if I tried to deny her.
It wasn't that I disliked feeling her body up against mine. Rather I liked it too much, and it was starting to show. I kept my left hand in a strategic position over my pants to hide that fact. Olivia nuzzled up against me and rested her head against mine. If she noticed the growing bulge in my pants she thankfully didn't mention it.
It was a good thing we were alone. Sophie would certainly object if she saw us like that. Hell, anyone would if they knew we were siblings. I realized this of course, but in my mind what me and my sister did together was between the two of us. Inappropriate or not.
At least Olivia knew not to be too affectionate with me in public. Well, she did most of the time.
We sat holding each other like that for a long time. We talked about her work, my studies and shared memories.
We eventually got to the topic of the next day, the first of April. Me and Sophie were meeting some of her friends for drinks that day. It turned out Olivia was heading out with her friends as well.
Olivia had re-positioned herself and now lay on her back across my knees. She still held onto my arm and kept my hand in place on her stomach, as if to ensure we maintained physical contact. My sister's top had slid up a bit just below where she kept my hand, revealing a sliver of skin.
"You guys should totally come clubbing with us later!" Olivia told me.
"I think we're probably just gonna hang out at the usual place. Her friends are not exactly the clubbing type," I replied.
"Ah, then you should definitely ditch them and come with me instead," she suggested with a grin.
"Yeah... definitely," I said with a sigh.
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