J Watson - Tempting little sister

Stacy walked into the kitchen but there was nobody there. Perhaps she hadn't been so wrong about thinking Doug and Sharon might be up to something? Maybe there was something going on in the living room.

She slipped quietly into the living room. Doug was still lying stretched out on the couch snoring loudly.

"Sharon," Stacy called out softly.

There was no answer. Evidently her sister had left the house for some reason. Stacy moved across the soft carpeted floor and stood over Doug.

She stared at him for a few moments. She'd tried not to think about Doug since the incident in the garage. It was too dangerous to think of him. Sometimes she found herself blushing when he met her eyes.

She could almost believe that he had known she was standing there. There was no doubt that she liked to look at him. He was a beautiful man.

She still remembered that first hot flush of feeling the first time she'd looked at him. She could feel that same itch at her fingertips. There was a kind of aching need inside her belly to touch him now, to run her fingertips across his chest.

God, how she wanted to feel his strength.

She was still staring at him when he rolled over and sat up. He blinked at her before he realized who she was. A suspicious frown crossed his face.

"What are you looking at?" he asked.

"You," she answered.

"Why?"

His attitude made her bitter and she decided to shock him. She told him the truth. "Because I like looking at you. I think you're a beautiful man."

He was uncomfortable with her answer. Doug was still not used to Stacy. He had, been thinking of her as a little girl and she didn't look anything like a little girl. She was beautiful. Her body was as good as her older sister's. She didn't have Sharon's mature tits or her round ass but eventually Stacy would have. He had been expecting a snotty nosed kid and not this young woman.

Still, she was mentally a child.

That was what he kept telling himself over and over, again. She was a child. A baby girl that was messing up his life. He wanted no damn children messing up his style.

He had grown up with too many kids in the way. All of his brothers and sisters. He didn't like to think about the cramped quarters he had grown up in.

"What did you say?" Doug asked.

"I said I think you are a good looking man," she answered. "That was why I was looking at you."

He gave her an ugly look. Somehow he was aware that their relationship had been changed. He didn't know how it had been changed but he knew it had. He was suddenly on the defensive and it gave him a feeling he didn't like.

"Where's your sister?" he asked.

"I don't know," Stacy answered. "Maybe she's taking a walk somewhere?"

"She's been doing a lot of that lately," Doug complained. "A hell of a lot."

Doug heaved himself off the couch. "I'm going to take a shower."

Stacy watched his broad back disappear up the stairs. She wished that she had spent a little more time with him. They had held no more than a couple of minutes conversation since she had been there. She would have liked to find out exactly why he hated her so much.

She sat down on the couch and picked up one of his magazines. She flipped through the pages and saw that it was a weight lifting magazine.

She stared hungrily at the pictures of the muscular men. She thought that Doug had a better looking build than any of them. She wondered if he had a better cock. A man like that had to have a huge cock.

She heard the sound of the shower running upstairs. She pictured Doug standing in the shower and soaping his rugged looking body. She felt a warm flush on her cheeks.

She put the magazine down. She started to feel tingly all over as she realized what she was going to do. She had to see his cock and there was only one way to do that. Maybe he wouldn't hear her come in but she couldn't count on that. It was taking a risk but she was willing.

She went quietly up the stairs and stood outside his door listening. The shower was still going. She gently pushed open the door. She walked through the bedroom to the open door of the bathroom.

The bathroom was hot and steamy. She looked inside and she could see the massive form of Sharon's husband behind the shower curtain. She could see very little except his outline. She moved closer.

She was shocked when Doug turned the shower off and jerked back, the shower curtains at the same moment. She was no more than two feet from him. His thick, hairy body was everything she imagined it would be. His chest was powerful looking and covered with a heavy black mass of hair.

She licked her lips nervously as she dropped her eyes between his legs. The steaming water had half aroused him and his beautiful prick was all she could have wanted. She would have liked to bury her delicate face in his thick mass of black crotch hairs.

"What the hell are you doing in here!" Doug roared.

She was shocked back to reality by the bitterness of his tongue. She realized that she had no reason to give him. None that he would believe. So she decided to tell him the truth.

"I came to look at you," she said.

"To look at me," Doug said. He looked incredulous. He couldn't believe that she'd slipped into his bathroom just to look at him and yet there seemed to be no other explanation. He reached for a towel.

"All right, Goddamn it," he growled. "You're here. You might as well make yourself useful."

He saw the look of delight come to her eyes when he handed her the towel. He realized that the little bitch really did have it bad for him. She was turned on by his body. Well, he'd always known that some women went for the muscular types. He just didn't expect Sharon's little sister to be one of those.

He turned his back to her and he felt her small hands patting the towel against his muscular form. He wondered just how far Sharon's younger sister would go. He cursed himself for thinking about his wife's younger sister that way. Yet, for a long while he hadn't been interested in sex with his wife. Now he found that he was really interested in sex with Stacy.

What was the matter with him? He was happily married. He had a good wife, a good living. He should have been content. He shouldn't have raised such a big noise about Stacy coming to live with them. Yet, he hadn't found the maturity to deal with the situation.

Now it was worse because he was no longer thinking of Stacy as a snotty nosed little kid, but as a woman. A nice looking woman. He started to remember some of the outfits she'd worn around the house, outfits designed to show her young body off.

Stacy had the towel against his buttocks and against his inner thighs. He felt his balls tinge at her gentle touch. Damn. He couldn't let himself get carded away. Anything might happen and Sharon could return from her walk at any moment. He would have to stop this before it went any farther.

"Turn around and I'll do the front," Stacy said.

He didn't say a word to try and stop it. Instead he turned around. Stacy put the towel against his chest. It was like a dream come true for her. She rubbed the towel all along his broad chest and his matted chest hairs.

She moved the towel lower along his flat, muscular belly. He was breathing heavy. She tried not to look at the reddened prick between his legs. She could sense that it was growing.

"Maybe you should do the rest," Stacy said.

"Maybe," he said.

She didn't hand the towel back to him. Instead she rubbed the towel across his crotch and against his bulging prick. She gave a soft sigh as her fingers brushed against his balls while she dried him off.

She moved the towel lower as she dried off his inner thighs and then down his muscular legs to his feet. She had him completely dried and she had no more excuse for touching him.