J Watson - Tempting little sister

She jumped up from the bed like she'd been bitten. She started to realize just what she'd done. Perhaps she hadn't felt so guilty with the young insurance salesman. That had been one time of being unfaithful, and she hadn't thought about it.

But this man made her feel guilty. He had used her and she had enjoyed it more than she should have. She felt tears stinging at her eyes as she picked up her clothes. She dressed hurriedly and he never said a word. Perhaps he knew that he left her with a feeling that no other man might be able to give her.

Jason didn't have to make demands. All of his women came back for more and he was sure this sweet young housewife would.

Doug was in bed when Sharon returned. He never said a word about how late she had been walking and that hurt Sharon most of all.

It was like Doug didn't care anymore!

"I hope you like your room," Sharon told tier younger sister. "We could fix it differently. We didn't know exactly what your taste was."

Stacy looked around the room before she put her bag down. It was a lot better than she'd had with her aunt. This room was nicer, more expensive looking.

"It's very nice," Stacy said.

"I'm glad you like it," Sharon said. "I want you to feel at home here."

Stacy studied her sister's face. Sharon had changed a great deal since the last time the two sisters had been together. Sharon looked older but much more beautiful. Her red hair seemed to shine a little brighter. Stacy had always been a little jealous of the bright shade of her sister's thick head of hair.

"Why didn't Doug want to meet me?" Stacy asked.

Sharon had been dreading that question. Doug had acted like as asshole when Stacy had arrived. He had stomped out of the house without even nodding. Stacy had looked a little hurt and Sharon didn't blame her.

"It's kind of hard to explain," Sharon said.

"I've never met him before," Stacy said, "so it couldn't be because he doesn't like me. Maybe he's resenting my coming here to stay."

"Maybe a little," Sharon said honestly. "Doug and I have always been private people. We decided not to have children because we didn't want the responsibility. I think he feels that, suddenly he's been saddled with a child after all."

"But I'm not a child," Stacy protested.

"I know that," Sharon said. "I know that young people grow up pretty quickly nowadays, but you have to understand that Doug is a little old-fashioned. He still thinks that a girl your age is barely over being a baby. He doesn't like the responsibility."

Stacy sighed. She hadn't know that Doug would feel that way about her. She had been looking forward to coming to live with Sharon. It would be a change from the drab life she had been living. Sharon's life would be filled with all the exciting things of the city. She hadn't expected Sharon's husband to be a dud.

"He's not such a nut," Sharon said, as if she could read her sister's thoughts. "He's a lot of fun most of the time. Lately he's been taking your visit pretty hard."

"Damn," Stacy said angrily. She noticed that there was a flicker of surprise on her sister's face at her use of profanity. Stacy didn't care. She didn't want her sister starting off thinking of her as a child also. "I don't want to saddle myself on anybody. I've just got no place else to go. I couldn't stay there."

Stacy felt like cursing again because her voice had broken. She didn't want to break down and cry in front of her sister. But she had been looking forward to this for so long. It hurt to find out that she wasn't wanted.

"Listen," Sharon said. "You're my sister and I want you. It doesn't matter how Doug's acting. Maybe he'll get over it in a little while. I don't know. I don't care. I only know that you're staying here."

Stacy felt a little better at her sister's words. The two of them could never be as close as sisters were supposed to be. They had been separated too long for that. But they could be friends. Maybe good friends.

"You unpack now," Sharon said. She hugged her little sister close. "We'll talk later."

"All tight," Stacy said.

Sharon left her alone. Stacy unpacked her clothes and carefully put them away. She was tired from her long bus trip and she was in need of a shower. She picked out a skirt and blouse to wear and she put them put on her bed.

Then she stripped out of her sticky clothes and into the shower. She stayed under the hot water a long time. She felt exhausted when she climbed out. She didn't put anything on. She crawled into her bed and shut her eyes.

She didn't know how long she slept but it was dark when she awakened. She dressed and went down the stairs. Sharon was stretched out on the couch sound asleep. There was an empty glass near her hand and the television was going. Stacy didn't disturb her.

This would be a good time for her to talk with Doug. He needed to understand that it wasn't her idea to come live with them but that she wouldn't get in the way. She didn't want to disturb his routine of living.

She thought that she would find him in the garage and she walked across the cool green grass barefoot. She knocked on the garage door and there was no answer. She peered through the window but she couldn't see anything.

"Doug," she said softly.

She opened the door and pushed it open. The little garage apartment was used to store things. She heard a grunt from the back room. She picked her way through the piles of clothes and peered through the open door.

She gasped as she saw Doug. He was naked except for a pair of briefs that barely covered his crotch. His big muscles rippled with sweat and exertion. She saw him lift some heavy weights over his head and then lower them again.

She had never seen a man built like Doug. He was fantastic looking. She hadn't realized how big he was. Just one squeeze of those big hands could make a person a cripple.

She had the feeling that it wasn't nice to watch but somehow she couldn't tear herself away. She listened to his grunts and groans and it was almost like music. His back was to her but she could see those heavy muscles flexing, see his thick back muscles pop out each time he strained.

She began to feel randy. She told herself that he was her sister's husband and that it would be the most terrible thing she'd ever done, but she couldn't help having a fantasy about him. Just watching him lift those weights made her hot between her legs. She damn well couldn't help it.

"Aghhhh," Doug groaned, and she saw him pop those weights over his head again.

She felt her nipples getting hard and she had to brush her hands across, her swollen mounds. She felt them start to itch against the scratchy material of her bra. She felt weak in her knees and she had to lean against the door.

Her pussy was getting wet. She had put on panties and now she could feel the material clinging to her groove. God, nothing had ever made her so excited. Not even the two soldiers who had taught her about sex.

They had been fucking good but neither of them had the body that Doug had. Stacy's sister was a lucky person. No wonder Sharon put up with Doug. For a body like Doug's, Stacy would have put up with the devil.

She understood that Doug was working off his anger at her but that didn't make any difference. She was suddenly seeing herself being crushed under Doug's powerful body. She could feel his strong hands on her tits and then his cock – his big cock slamming into her and making her cry.

"God," Stacy said softly.

She was rubbing her tits now. She put one hand up underneath her blouse and bra and she rubbed her naked flesh. She didn't know what she'd do if he turned around. She'd be in real trouble then.

But she couldn't help the hot feelings going through her body. She allowed one hand to touch her thighs and then to slip up underneath her skirt. Her pussy was puffy and swollen. She touched it and a fiery shiver went through her.