Conflicted
Chapter 1

Copyright© 2010 by Eldridge

"You've gotta be kidding me, Jeff?" I exclaimed, looking in surprise at the guy who I considered to be one of my best friends.

"Sorry man, she's just so hot! She's the best fuck I've ever had, I'm not gonna say no to her," Jeff replied, a crooked smirk on his face.

"You don't have to say no to her, but can't you go fuck her in an hour or so? Or at least give me a ride home first?"

"She wants it now, D. I gotta go give it to her!" Jeff grinned as he got up.

I couldn't believe it. It'd only been five minutes since he and I'd been having something to eat in the mall when he got a text message from his new mystery girlfriend—whom he'd been seeing for almost a month—saying she wanted him to come fuck her. Of course, like any healthy guy would, he immediately agreed and texted that he'd be there in ten minutes.

Which left me stranded at the mall without any kind of transportation.

I threw my hands up in disgust. "How the fuck am I supposed to get home?"

"Shit, call your mom or something, dude. Stop whining!"

I threw him a dark glare. "Wow, thanks asshole. Thanks a lot."

"Whatever. I'm out," Jeff said as he walked off.

I let out an explosive breath of air, trying to calm down; getting angry wasn't really going to solve anything, and it sure as hell wasn't going to get me home. I couldn't believe he'd just left me like that! He'd been acting rather aloof and weird the last month or so—more than usual, anyways—but I hadn't expected him to just ditch me like I was some girl who wouldn't put out.

Sighing in resignation, I looked around as I tried to gather my thoughts. I wasn't really upset at Jeff for going to be with his new girlfriend. Perhaps a bit jealous, since it had only been a few weeks since Kim—the cheating bitch—had broken up with me. Thinking about her made my bile rise again, so I quickly shifted my thoughts to something else.

I ticked off my options in my mind, one by one. Jeff was obviously out, Brian was out of state to visit his dad, and Michael was sick. So I couldn't turn to my friends for help, and with my own car in the garage for at least another week, I was left with exactly one option. Sighing, I got my phone out of my pocket and called my mom.

"Yes honey, I can pick you up. You'll have to come with me to your sister's cheerleading contest though, because I'm on my way there right now," my mom said, after I had explained to her that I was at the mall and needed a ride.

"Oh Mom, can't you please come pick me up afterwards?" I complained. Going to a cheerleading contest wasn't really high on the list of things I wanted to do.

"No, I can't," she replied.

"Why not?"

"Because it's too far out of the way on my way back. Besides, we won't have time."

"Mom, I just—"

"Damon Leonard Richards, if you want me to pick you up, you're coming with me to your sister's contest. It's that simple!" Her use of my full name showed me how serious she was. I absolutely hated it when people called me Damon Leonard, preferring to go by D or sometimes DL, which my friends then jokingly turned into Dell. They were such a creative bunch.

"How about I walk over to Yale, and you pick me up there afterwards? How much extra time is that going to take?"

"Still too much. I'll have your sister with me, and I need to get her home so she can shower."

"That stupid fungus—" I started grumbling.

"You better hope I did not hear that correctly, young man!" she interrupted, her voice cold and hard.

"I'm sorry," I said contritely. It wasn't my sister's fault she suffered from that ailment, after all. I felt bad for even bringing it up.

"Why doesn't Jeffrey give you a ride home? I thought you had gone to the mall with him?"

"Because he's an asshole!" I snapped, without even thinking about it.

"Mind your tongue, Damon!" she scolded.

"Eh ... sorry, Mom."

"Do you want a ride or not? I need to know right now, because I need to turn here at Admiral if you do. Take it or leave it."

"Okay, fine," I sighed dejectedly. "Please come pick me up. I'll go watch those little airheads prance around."

"I'm telling your sister you called her an airhead!" she giggled before she hung up on me. Great. That'd go over really well with Kelsey.

I pretended to be positively annoyed—mostly for Mom's benefit—as we sat down in the stands in the fourth row. My sister's contest was being held at Westmore High, one of our school's main rivals in cheerleading, and the place was pretty packed. I looked around in boredom since their gym was pretty much the same as any other I'd seen.

My mood brightened considerably, however, once the cheerleaders went onto the mat.

Several dozen girls from different squads came out on the mat at once, practicing their tumbles, twirls, and spins, along with several moves that I'd never even seen before. Of course, it wasn't the moves that were drawing my interest, but rather the short skirts on the hot, athletic girls, as well as the way those skirts fit around their curvy asses and showed off their sexy legs.

With my eyes roaming around the arena, I eagerly checked out every single one of the bouncing balls of exuberant energy. While most didn't really catch my interest, there were a few who were absolutely smoking hot. One girl in particular seemed way too overdeveloped for her small outfit; she appeared on the verge of bursting out of it with every tumble she made. She was obviously a senior, yet her outfit seemed more apt for a freshman. My cock twitched hungrily in my pants at every bounce of her breasts and every glimpse of her gloriously firm ass when her skirt would slide up along her hips.

The contest got started not too long after. Squad after squad of hot, nubile girls ran out onto the floor where they danced, squealed, tumbled, flipped, tossed up their friends—usually catching them again—and chanted their school's name, before finally running off again. After about three such performances my mind began to wander a bit since it all seemed pretty similar.

Of course, my attention kept being drawn back because of how sexy most of the girls were, and because of the daring, sensual dances they were performing. Whenever a group of girls would shake their little butts or jiggle their chests, several groans could be heard coming from the stands.

The majority of the groans came from guys around my age, most likely because they enjoyed what they were seeing just as much as I was. However, I also noticed that some of the groans were actually grunts of dismay coming from the assembled dads in the crowd. I imagined that having to watch their daughters strut their stuff was causing all of them to wonder how their baby girls had grown up so fast.

My mom's elbow to my ribs pulled me out of my revery. I gave her a guilty glance, wondering if she'd guessed what I had been thinking about.

"Pay attention. Your sister's up next," she said as she stood up and yelled, "Go Kelsey!"

I got up and also yelled some encouragements at my little sister when her squad ran onto the mat. Despite her being a bit of a brat at times, I loved Kelsey deeply, and I wanted her to do well. She was a wonderfully sweet girl who did great in school, almost never upset my parents, and would go out of her way to help people wherever she could. She was also a lot of fun to hang out with—provided she wasn't trying to get on my nerves, which fortunately wasn't that often.

Several of my friends had younger sisters themselves and were often driven to distraction—or madness—by them, especially Michael. His little sister, Vanessa, was an unholy terror who practically needled the blood out from under his nails every single day. When he'd get angry with her, she would simply run to their mom who would inevitably side with her little sweetheart. He'd once confided in me that he sometimes thought of killing the little monster and tossing her body off the cliffs at Lookout Point. I'd never been sure if he was serious or not. In comparison to all that, I was absolutely blessed to have a sweetheart like Kelsey as my little sister, though it probably helped that she was only a little over ten months younger than I was.

As her group stood silently on the mat in front of the crowd, I smiled and waved at her. She gave no indication that she had seen me as they waited for their music to start. Kelsey and her fellow cheerleaders were wearing fairly demure, one-piece uniforms; compared to some of the other squads they looked practically overdressed. Their skirts were still pretty short, coming to maybe five inches or so below their butts, but other than their legs no other skin was showing. I had to admit I was a bit disappointed by that.

While I was staring at their legs, the music came on, and the girls started off dancing to some high tempo hip hop. As far as I could tell, their synchronization and choreography were excellent, and it definitely got the crowd pumped up as the girls moved to the side of the mats for their tumbles.

"Pay close attention. Amanda and Kelsey are doing the Fulls, those are really spectacular to watch," my mom said loudly in my ear, trying to be heard over the noise of the crowd. I nodded at her and locked my eyes on my little sister, who stood in the midst of a line of her friends, flanked on her sides by Amanda—who had been her best friend ever since they were sophomores—and a very cute, petite brunette.

Right when the beat in the music changed, the group of girls took off, sprinting, tumbling, spinning, and flipping from the left side of the mat to the right. Most of them stopped about halfway through, but Kelsey and Amanda added several more tumbles before finishing off with an absolutely incredible double somersault with a corkscrew thrown in for good measure.

My jaw fell open, and my heart raced as my sister and her friend landed the Full solidly, with the crowd roaring its approval over the nigh-Olympian acrobatic feats on display.

The girls didn't miss a beat, quickly joining together at the center of the mat for some more dancing. As they stood in front of us, I noticed that Kelsey and Amanda were grinning like crazy. Every cheerleader would smile and laugh as she performed, of course, since that was part of their whole routine, but both girls seemed to be taking it to a whole new level, even compared to their own teammates.

The girls thrust their chests forward as part of the dance they were doing, then turned around and actually spanked their own butts! Again I heard several loud groans go up around me, and I was surprised I wasn't groaning myself. I felt my mouth get a little dry as I blatantly gawked at my own sister's curves, which looked absolutely fantastic in her tight uniform.

After driving most teenage males in the building insane with their sexy antics, the cheerleaders lined up in three groups, with Kelsey, Amanda, and the small brunette as the centerpiece of each group. All three of them were hoisted into the air and were given signs with the school's initials and logo on them, which they used to lead the crowd in our school's fighting cheer. Both my sister and her gorgeous, blonde friend seemed incredibly excited about something; at least, if I interpreted the gigantic smiles on their faces correctly.

I glanced over at the small brunette and noticed that she too was smiling brightly, though with the way she kept looking at Amanda and Kelsey it seemed she was smiling at them more than anything else.

Once the cheering was over, the base girls grabbed the three firmly by their slender hips and feet and tossed them high in the air, with my sister and her two aerial companions performing several twists and corkscrews while soaring above their teammates. An icy grip clutched my chest as I watched my sister plummet back to the ground at a death-defying speed, but she was effortlessly caught by her group. The toss-spin-catch routine was repeated again almost immediately, after which the three girls were let back down onto the mat. The girls all struck an individual pose and let out a loud 'Tigers roar!' yell, signifying the end of their routine.

Mom's excited screams were so loud I thought she was going to rupture my eardrums, and the crowd absolutely exploded into applause. I nearly bruised my hands from pounding them together in admiration for what I'd just seen. It had been a terrific routine, and I thought it would easily win, though I had to admit I was, of course, terribly biased; I knew how much these competitions meant to my little sister. After nearly screaming herself hoarse, Mom let out her breath in a loud whoosh, turning towards me and grabbing me in a huge hug, her joy at seeing her daughter perform so well plain to see on her face.

We shared a smile before turning our attention back to Kelsey, who was still grinning so broadly it looked like she had swallowed unicorn giggles or something. Amanda and their cute brunette squad mate also still had the same huge smiles on their faces, noticeably more elated than the rest of the girls. Kelsey and her friends waved at the crowd for a few seconds, then stormed off the mat to the side of the hall, where they sat down and patiently waited for the contest to finish.

A few more squads performed after my sister's. While all the girls were certainly cheerful, demonstrative and seemed to enjoy themselves, my sister and her friends had just been at a completely different level. I wondered why she had been so happy, but soon lost my train of thought as I ogled more tight cheerleader ass. Especially Westmore's own squad drew my attention; their uniforms bordered on being qualified as lingerie, and they kept my mind pleasantly occupied with dirty thoughts for several minutes.

Once the competition was finally over, it seemed to take the judges forever to make up their minds, but eventually it was announced that Westmore had won while my sister's squad took second place.

"What?!" I exclaimed in outrage. "They were much better than Westmore! They should have won!"

My mom gave me a sympathetic smile. "Only Westmore wins at Westmore, dear."

"Are you serious? That's just retarded! Is it because they look like sluts?" I blurted out before the thought had even finished. As soon as I realized what I'd said, I got a fierce blush on my face.

Mom gave me an amused grin as she shook her head; then, without saying anything else, she went down to the gym floor to go get my sister. I walked behind her, still pissed off that Kelsey's squad hadn't won; they'd been miles better than the other teams and were simply robbed! I was glad that in my swimming contests who won and who didn't wasn't determined by whose fucking pool we were swimming in.

As we reached the floor, Kelsey was laughing happily, hugging her fellow cheerleaders. All the girls were excitedly talking about their result, seemingly very happy with it despite the unfairness of the decision. As I listened, it seemed most girls were in agreement that it had been Kelsey, Amanda and a girl named Carynne who had been the catalysts for what they considered their great finish. It took me a few moments to figure out that Carynne was the cute little brunette I had noticed several times earlier.

"I can't believe you guys actually did it! It was so hot!" a busty brunette said to my sister, a wicked grin on her face. Kelsey threw Amanda a guilty glance, and they both burst into giggles.

As the girls happily kept babbling to each other, with an occasional squeal or giggle sometimes rising above the crescendo, I glanced at my watch and gave Mom a pointed stare.

"Patience, dear. If we don't let your sister calm down now, she'll wind up bouncing off the insides of the car on the way home," Mom said with a smile. The image of my sister zooming around the car like some cartoon character made me laugh out loud.

The sound of my laughter must have reached Kelsey because her head whipped around, and her smile grew even bigger when she saw me. She immediately came running towards us, and I could barely brace myself before she just jumped right into my arms.

"Damon, I'm so happy you came to watch me cheer!" she breathed in my ear, as she nearly crushed me in her hug. I wrapped my arms around her—being extra careful not to grab her ass—holding her five-foot-three body completely off the floor. The other cheerleaders grinned at me as they watched me hug my sister. It caused me to blush quite badly, though it didn't stop me from holding Kelsey for a few more moments before I gently let her back down.

"Don't let it go to your head, Kel. Mom made me come watch," I said flippantly.

"She did not!" Kelsey grinned in mock annoyance, punching me in the shoulder. She glared at me for a few seconds, then turned to Mom with a frown. "Did you?"

"Well, I guess I did, sort of!" Mom laughed.

"Oh," Kelsey said dejectedly as she lowered her head and looked at the floor.

"What's wrong?" I asked worriedly.

"I just thought you ... never mind. It's not important," Kelsey said, sounding so sad that I suddenly felt a lump in my throat. I hadn't meant to upset her!

I comfortingly put my hand on my sister's shoulder and leaned a bit closer. "I'm glad she did though, because I had a really good time."

"You're just saying that," Kelsey said softly, shaking her head.

"No, I'm not!" I protested. "Kel, I really did enjoy watching you cheer. You and the other girls put on a great show, it was awesome!"

"Do you mean it?" she asked, looking up at me.

"Yes, absolutely! I promise."

"Ha, I knew it!" Kelsey exclaimed. The giant smile reappeared instantly on her face as if it had never left, and her gorgeous light blue eyes twinkled mischievously.

A sudden suspicion came over me. "You little brat! You were just acting!"

"I'm going to go tell all the girls my big, tough brother really liked our routine!" she teased.

"Don't you dare!" I warned with a small grin, raising my finger at her threateningly.

She stuck her tongue out at me and took off before I could react, running after the rest of her squad who had already gone towards the locker rooms. I quickly gave chase, promising all kinds of awful violence if she opened her mouth. She squealed delightedly as she narrowly managed to stay out of my grasp, finally hiding behind a tall blonde from her own squad.

"Help me, Stacey! My brother is trying to kill me!" Kelsey giggled, barely able to keep from bursting into laughter.

The blonde girl turned around with a big smile on her face. I couldn't help but smile in return; hot girls tended to do that to me, and Stacey was most definitely hot. My eyes were immediately drawn to her firm tits, snugly enveloped in her tight top, though her supple, tanned legs were fighting for my attention as well. Tall and slender, she was absolutely gorgeous.

"Sorry, Kelsey's brother," she said with a grin as she shook her head. "I can't let you kill her. I hate having to train a new flyer."

"A new what?" I asked, puzzled.

"A flyer. That's what we call the girls we throw in the air and catch again on their way down. Or at least we do if we like them enough."

"Seeing as how Kelsey is still in one piece, I guess you must like her, huh?"

"Like I said, it sucks to have to train a new one," Stacey said with a little smirk.

"Hey! You know you like me!" Kelsey protested loudly, driving her fingers into Stacey's sides.

The tall blonde squeaked and jumped nearly a foot in the air in surprise; then, she whirled around with surprising speed, lunging for my sister who wasn't fast enough to dodge her grasp. I laughed as Kelsey tried valiantly to squirm loose, but Stacey held on to my sister's arm fairly easily since Kelsey gave up nearly five inches to the tall beauty.

I laughed at the two girls as they struggled for a bit. "I guess she doesn't like you that much, huh, Kel?"

Kelsey stuck her tongue out at me, but I could tell from the sparkle in her eyes that she was thoroughly enjoying herself.

"So what do you think we should we do with her?" I asked Stacey.

"You're her brother, it's up to you," the tall cheerleader replied with a small shrug.

"We could spank her?" I joked.

The girls gave each other a knowing glance, then they burst into giggles. "I think she'd enjoy that way too much," Stacey said after a few seconds, with a mysterious little smile on her face.

I gave the beautiful blonde an inquisitive look, but before I could ask her what she meant, Mom called that we really needed to get going. "Looks like the fun's over, Kel, let's go. It was nice meeting you, Stacey."

Stacey let go of my sister though her hand lingered on Kelsey's arm for a few seconds. "It was nice meeting you too, Kelsey's brother," she said with a playful grin.

"Sorry," I chuckled. "It's Damon."

"I hope to see you again sometime, Damon," she said with a pretty smile before turning around and walking off down the hall.

Kelsey quickly ran to the locker room to get her bag, then she and I walked to the exit where Mom was waiting impatiently for us. As soon as she saw us, she motioned that she was going to get the car.

"You need to be careful of her," my sister said seriously.

"Who, Mom?" I asked with a small smile, playing dumb.

"No, doofus!" Kelsey grinned. "Stacey!"

I laughed at Kelsey calling me 'doofus.' She'd been doing that since we were both little kids. "Why do I need to be careful of Stacey?" I asked.

"Because she is a bad girl. Good boys like you shouldn't hang out with girls like her."

"Good boy? Since when have I been a good boy?" I asked, deliberately sounding resentful.

Kelsey wasn't buying any of my shit. "Since your whole life, mister Eagle Scout!" she snorted.

"Hey, that was awhile ago!" I complained. "I've gotten a lot more bad since then!"

"Whatever! You spent three hours clearing the branches out of old lady Weaver's yard last week!"

"So? What does that have to do with anything?"

She gave me a cute little grin as she elbowed me in my side. "So you're a goody two-shoes!"

I smirked as I pinched her side, causing her to squirm and squeal with laughter. "Bite me! You better not tell anybody about this, you little brat!"

"Oh? Will I be in trouble if I do?" she teased.

"You better believe it!"

"Mmmm, I love being in trouble," she purred seductively; her eyes lit up to a deep, almost azure blue as she gave me a sultry look.

I stared at her in amazement for a few seconds, with my mouth wide open.

She kept it up for another long moment, then burst into giggles. "You should see the look on your face!"

"Shit, I should have known you were just playing me," I grinned wryly.

She gave me a gorgeous little smile. "You make it so easy!"

I laughed loudly, as I knew full well she was right. "Yeah, go ahead, make fun of your poor brother."

She wrapped her slender arms around me and squeezed herself against me. "You know I only do it because I love you, right?"

"Yeah, I know. I love you too. Brat!" I grinned.

We both smiled at each other as we waited for Mom to pull up to the front with her car.

"Is Stacey really that bad?" I asked after a couple of moments.

"No, she isn't, not at all. She's actually a terribly sweet girl, and I love her to death. But she does tend to bounce from boy to boy, and I'd really hate to see you with another broken heart," Kelsey said softly, her eyes full of pain as she looked up at me. She knew how much Kim had hurt me by cheating on me and dumping me.

I silently wrapped my arms around her shoulders and softly kissed the top of her head. She really was a sweetheart. I was blessed to have her as my sister.

Mom pulled up the curb, and Kelsey and I quickly walked out to the car. My sister shivered in the cool fall breeze, so I pulled her close against me; her cheerleader outfit wasn't exactly made to withstand such weather. On a whim I decided to get into the middle row with her, and she gave me a grateful smile as she cuddled up close against me.

"Are you cold, honey?" Mom asked, a little concerned.

"Yeah, but it's okay. I've got my big warm brother to snuggle up against," Kelsey said with a huge smile.

Mom smiled at me in the rear view mirror as she drove off, at the same time turning up the heat in her minivan.

We sat quietly for awhile, and I aimlessly gazed out the window, just enjoying having Kelsey so close by. After a few moments, I remembered something. "Hey Kel, what was up with those huge smiles and grins?"

"What huge smiles and grins?" Kelsey asked.

"While you were cheering. You sure looked very happy about something."

My sister blushed for a second, then she gave a small shrug. "No particular reason. I just love to cheer."

"It wouldn't have anything to do with the fact I was there, would it?" I teased.

"Oh please! Full of yourself, much?" Kelsey scoffed, rolling her eyes in that perfect way of hers.

Mom laughed as she threw me a big smile, and I couldn't help but laugh myself, even as Kelsey cuddled back up against me. She started singing softly a few minutes later, and I smiled at her. Kelsey always loved to sing, and she had a beautiful voice. As we drove home, I made up my mind to see Kelsey's squad perform again; I was going to find out why she'd been so happy.

As soon as we got home, Kelsey quickly ran upstairs to go shower. She suffered from a particular foot affliction that basically prohibited her from using any public showers anywhere. If she did, she'd run the risk of getting some very nasty-looking fungus on her feet, that required several days of treatment with a certain foul-smelling ointment. She didn't enjoy not being able to shower with the other girls, but she enjoyed being a 'green-footed freak' even less, so she'd grudgingly wait to shower until she got home.

Kelsey's bathroom was situated between her bedroom and mine, but I had been banned from using it when she turned twelve; partially because of her foot affliction, but mostly because she refused to share a bathroom with a boy.

At the time, our older sister Melissa was still living at home, and she unequivocally declared that her bathroom was off-limits to 'that smelly little turd' as well. So, for awhile, my parents had allowed me to use their master bathroom. It had suited me just fine since they had a very nice jacuzzi, and I got to use it whenever they weren't home.

Unfortunately, Melissa had run away and gone to live in L.A. about five years ago, which had put a stop to my sweet arrangement almost immediately. With Melissa's old bathroom now free, my parents had mercilessly banned me from theirs.

I had briefly considered taking Melissa's old bedroom as well, but decided against it because it was a bit smaller than my current one. I had to admit I'd also been worried about Melissa coming back and beating the crap out of me for taking her bedroom. Of course, as the years went by after she'd run away, it became less and less likely that would ever happen, and I realized sadly that I'd have gladly endured a hundred beatings at her hands if she'd have only come back. We never really talked much about her anymore in the house, but I still missed her. I knew Kelsey did as well.

It was after 8pm already, and Mom plopped down on the couch in front of the TV, putting her feet up with a loud groan and saying she'd order pizza. Dad had another evening shift at the precinct, and she was clearly not in the mood to cook for just the three of us.

I briefly considered staying downstairs and watching TV with her, but as soon as she turned on her Tivo'd forensic shows, I fled upstairs. Anything was better than to endure hours of boredom watching people getting all excited over minor little details in an effort to solve a crime that had happened before I was even born.

I turned on my computer and logged into my Facebook page, checking to see if I'd had any messages left on my wall. With the sound of Kelsey's shower running in the background, I kept myself busy for awhile, leaving messages to a bunch of my friends.

It was after about ten minutes of 'socializing' that I began to notice some soft thumping sounds coming from the bathroom. Puzzled, I got up and walked over to the door, putting my ear against it. After a few seconds, I could make out soft moans over the noise of the shower, in addition to those thumps I had heard earlier.

I debated what to do. I could ask my sister if everything was okay and probably not get much of an answer beyond 'mind your own business!' Alternatively, I could open the door and take a peek for myself, thereby risking her eternal wrath. Eventually my curiosity won out over my desire for continued good health, so I quietly opened the door a few inches and peeked through the crack.

My heart nearly stopped as I saw my sister under her shower. Several years ago, Dad had taken a weekend and completely redone Kelsey's bathroom; one of the things he had installed for her was a six by four feet glass-paneled cubicle, to her utter delight. The one detail that had kind of gotten messed up in that project, however, was that the glass walls were completely see-through rather than obscured. As such, I could see every glorious inch of my sister's naked body, who was leaning with her right shoulder against the glass panel closest to me.

I knew Kelsey was beautiful, of course; I had no trouble seeing that, even as her brother. She had a pleasant tendency to walk around the house in skimpy outfits, presumably on account of her being a cheerleader, and so I'd caught tantalizing glimpses of her beauty on many occasions. Even when she was just dressed in jeans and a tank top, she was gorgeous.

Now I was seeing her full-on naked, probably for the first time since we'd been ten years old or so. Having turned eighteen a little over a month ago, my sister had turned into an absolutely unbelievable goddess.

There was not an ounce of fat on her trim, slender form, and she had just perfect breasts, with firm nipples standing proudly erect. Water was cascading down her luscious breasts in a mesmerizing way; I felt my mouth turn to cotton as I gawked at the most amazing waterfall I had ever witnessed in my life.

My eyes swept downwards, following the smooth lines of her hips to her ass. I had seen many an impossibly perfect ass on the Internet, and my sister put all of them to shame. The only way to describe her ass was as a heavenly curve: perfectly round and magnificently firm. I imagined every girl in the world would die to have a bubble butt like Kelsey's.

I briefly flicked my gaze down, admiring her perfectly toned, slender legs. Then my eyes went back up, to that which had been clamoring for my attention from the very second I first saw her: her pussy. I could only barely make it out from my current angle, but what wasn't so hard to make out was the fact that she had two of her fingers stuffed inside it.

Kelsey leaned her head against the glass panel to her right, spreading her legs wide. Her left hand was rubbing eagerly over the top of her slit, while she was jamming two fingers from her right hand deep inside. Over and over she thrust her fingers into her little cunt, sliding them in and out at a rapid pace. Her breathing was heavy; judging by the erratic movements of her sexy tummy, I guessed she was pretty close to cumming.

My cock had risen to full hardness in my pants as I continued to stare in complete awe at my little sister wildly fingerfucking herself. Every now and then she'd diddle her clit with her fingertips, causing her to bang her head softly against the glass panel in obvious pleasure, thus explaining the thumping sounds I'd heard earlier. Almost immediately after, she'd pull her little gash open and push her fingers deep inside again.

Loud moans burst from her lips as she increased the force of her thrusts into her pussy, clearly demonstrating just how horny she was. Her legs were shaking as she hungrily fingered herself to an orgasm. She raised her right hand to her breast and squeezed her nipple, shuddering at the feelings it sent through her.

My mouth practically watered as I gawked at her tits, seeing her nipples get even harder while she played with them. They stood out perfectly from her breasts, and I imagined what it would be like to take those nubs into my mouth and suck on them. The thought caused me to groan deeply in my throat, and my cock jumped in my pants as if to urge me to go do exactly that.

I let that fantasy flutter through my mind for several seconds before I quickly snapped myself back to reality. What the fuck was I doing? I was thinking about sucking on my own sister's tits! I shook my head in an effort to clear the images out of it, even though a small voice in the back of my mind said that I couldn't be blamed for having those thoughts. After all, it wasn't every day that I got to watch such an incredibly hot, sexy girl get herself off right in front of me. A massive urge to jerk off welled up inside of me, and I had to clench my teeth to resist it.

"Uhm!" Kelsey moaned, drawing my attention back to her. She was plunging her fingers rapidly in and out of her cunt, and her entire body was shivering. Her tummy spasmed almost uncontrollably, yet she kept frantically fingerfucking herself, clenching her jaw as she got herself off.

"Oh God!" she moaned, yanking her fingers out of her slit. To my utter astonishment, a thin stream of juice erupted from her pussy, the spray mixing with the water still streaming from her breasts. I blinked my eyes rapidly and began to wonder if my mind was playing tricks on me when Kelsey clenched her legs together, her body spasming wildly again; there was absolutely no doubting the gush of crystal-clear pussy juice that squirted out of her cunt that time.

"Fuck ... fuck ... fuck ... fuck ... fuck!" Kelsey began chanting, shoving one finger completely back inside her pussy even as she stumbled backwards and hit the glass panel behind her with a loud bang. I thought for sure that I could actually hear the squishy, sopping noises of her slit over the noise of the shower. She was apparently not content with a single orgasm as she kept aggressively fingering herself, and a few seconds later a massive shudder tore through her body. Her legs gave out, causing her to slowly slide down along the glass panel to the floor.

"Fuck yes!" she screamed, loud enough that I was worried Mom might hear, roughly pulling her finger out of her spasming slit as she came again. An absolute wave of juice squirted out of her pussy, splattering all over and around her as she lay twitching on the bathroom floor, moaning and grunting in her obviously delicious orgasm. She gently put her fingers back against her slit and rubbed her pussy lips; shivers of pleasure shot through her every time she touched her apparently ultra-sensitive clit. I felt shivers tear through my spine myself merely from watching her shudder in delight.

She slowly began to calm down, with her body stretching out across the floor and completely relaxing after her massive cum. Panting heavily, with her mouth wide open, she squeezed her tits before bringing her fingers from her pussy to her mouth, sucking them clean with relish and moaning loudly at the taste of her own girl juice.

I stood absolutely stupefied, having just witnessed the most amazing thing ever in my entire life. I was no stranger to sex—Kim and I had had some pretty awesome adventures in bed, at least as far as I was concerned—but I had never seen anything as incredibly hot as the show that had been put on by my little sister.

I let my hungry gaze rove over her fantastic body for a few more seconds, then quietly pulled the door shut. Her orgasmic bliss probably wouldn't be nearly as satisfying if she realized her brother was standing there, lusting after her.

I wasn't surprised that Kelsey was masturbating since pretty much everyone our age was doing that. Hell, I'd been jerking it at least once a day for quite a few years. But somehow I had imagined my sister as the kind of girl who shyly put her hand in her panties while lying in bed, gently rubbed herself for a few minutes, climaxed quietly, then somewhat embarrassedly went to sleep.

This unbelievably sexy vixen who had put on the hottest masturbation porn I'd ever seen was a far cry from the kind of sweet, innocent girl I'd imagined my sister to be. While it was a bit of a shock, I had to admit that it'd been incredible to watch. I could feel my cock actually oozing precum from how excited I'd gotten while watching Kelsey finger herself. I sighed deeply, partially in anger because of the fact that I was perving on my little sister, and partially because I was hoping I'd get to see her do it again. I had to clench my teeth to keep from jerking myself off as I sat back down behind my computer. I tried to focus on my Facebook wall, but instead just kept seeing that stream of cum erupt from my sister's pussy.

Mom called that the pizza had arrived about ten minutes later. I turned off my computer and walked to the stairs where I almost bumped into Kelsey, who was dressed in navy boy shorts and a red tank top. Rather than put up her shoulder length, chestnut brunette hair in her ubiquitous ponytail, she'd let it hang to just beyond her shoulder blades, presumably so that it would dry faster after her shower. She gave me a grin as we both jostled and fought to be the first down the stairs, with nothing about her giving any evidence of the fact that she had just wantonly fingered herself to two delicious orgasms.

I finally let her go first, having to bite my lip to keep from groaning as I watched her curves bounce while she ran down the stairs. God, she had an amazing ass.

I smiled at her as we entered the kitchen together. "You look great, Kel," I said earnestly.

"Awww, thank you!" she beamed at me. Her face displayed one of her wonderful smiles as her eyes turned a beautiful dark blue. She gave me a big hug and a smooch on my cheek, then we sat down next to each other at the kitchen table, opposite Mom.

Each of us hungrily attacked a few slices of supreme pizza. While we ate, I couldn't help but glance over at my sister every few bites, as the nakedness I vividly remembered kept overlaying the sweet image in front of me.

Eventually she saw me looking at her, and she audibly swallowed her bite of pizza. "What?"

"Nothing," I mumbled with my mouth full.

"Is something burned onto my forehead? Is there a spider in my hair or something?" she asked tartly.

"No, no, it's nothing, really," I stammered.

She looked at me for a few more seconds, then gave me a sly wink; I felt my heart begin to thud loudly in my chest, and I knew I was blushing badly. Kelsey just grinned and grabbed another slice of pizza, taking a large bite, which caused Mom to hold her own slice in mid-bite as she stared at my sister in complete disbelief.

"Not you too?" Kelsey complained with her mouth full as she caught Mom's stare. "Why are you both eyeballing me?"

"I'm sorry, honey," Mom said quickly, her tone soothing. "I've just never seen you eat a third slice of pizza before."

Kelsey blushed lightly as she looked at the half-eaten slice in her hand, then shrugged. "I'm just hungry."

"You're not pregnant, are you?" I asked with a cheeky grin. I felt bad as soon as the thought

came into my head, but I couldn't help myself.

Kelsey dropped her slice of pizza and turned to me with a snarl, her eyes flashing dangerously. I grinned even more as she began to pound my arms and shoulders with her small fists. In an effort to escape her barrage, I slid off my chair, then collapsed onto the floor with laughter as she quickly mounted my chest, placing her legs on either side of me while still hammering me with her fists.

I pretended to beg Mom to get this ferocious Amazon off me, but she just sighed and kept eating her pizza, having long ago learned to not get involved in her children's spats.

I grabbed my sister's arms and rolled her around, both of us laughing and squealing as we grappled in our fake wrestling match. I was a lot taller and quite a bit stronger than her, but I deliberately let her have the upper hand. Kelsey quickly rolled us back around and crawled back on top of me. I nearly bit my tongue in surprise as I suddenly felt her pussy rub against my cock; before I even had time to consider it, however, the moment passed, and I figured it had just happened because of our messing around.

Kelsey finally let up, and I slowly got up as she stood over me with a triumphant look on her brightly smiling face. Her smile—and the twinkles of pure joy in her eyes—let me know that she hadn't taken my joke seriously and that we'd just been fooling around as usual.

"Creep!" she said with a hint of indignation as she turned to leave the kitchen. Her shoulder deliberately bumped into my chest as she moved past me, then she reached over the table to grab the remaining half of her slice.

"Brat!" I replied, smacking her tightly enveloped ass hard as she leaned forward. She yelped in surprise and turned her head, looking at me with surprise. I felt myself blush again as I wondered why the hell I had done that. Before I could say anything, however, she just grinned prettily, grabbed her slice, and walked off towards the living room.

Glad Kelsey hadn't made a scene, I let out a long breath and sat back down as I helped myself to another slice of pizza. As usual, Mom had ordered a second pizza for me alone, and I ate happily while she quietly sipped her coffee.

"I don't do that to her anymore," Mom said softly after a few moments. "She seems to enjoy it way too much."

"Do what?" I asked, not getting it.

"Spank her little butt."

I nearly choked on a piece of pizza as I stared at Mom in utter disbelief, not knowing what to say. I remembered Stacey saying almost the exact same thing with regards to my sister liking a spanking way too much, but the last thing I had expected was Mom to make a similar comment to that effect! I kept my gaze on her for awhile, but she simply drank her coffee, not saying anything else.

I finished the second pizza with room to spare, courtesy of my seven-thousand calorie diet that I needed to swim at my level, then helped Mom clean the table. I gave her a hug when we were done, thanking her for giving me a ride—and for the food—then went into the living room where Kelsey was watching some HBO.

I smiled at her, taking care not to stare too long at her smooth legs or that wonderful bubble butt as it filled out her shorts. She'd had that pair of boy shorts since middle school, and it got tighter and more alluring every year. It had gotten so tight on her ass that it bordered on the indecent, with the edge not even completely covering all of her curves anymore. As I gawked at her unbelievable body, I suddenly realized I couldn't see the outlines of any panties in her shorts, and my breath stuck in my chest.

"Whatcha looking at?" Kelsey asked, looking up at me sweetly.

"N-nothing," I stammered, quickly sitting down before I popped a massive hard-on. My mind kept trying to remind me that my gorgeous little sister was sitting beside me without underwear, and I kept frantically trying to get it to stop. In an effort to be helpful, it then added imagines of Kelsey fingerfucking herself in the shower, her smoking hot body shivering while she squirted her cum everywhere. My cock was a fucking steel shaft in my pants, so I crossed my legs in an effort to hide it from her.

Kelsey gave me a little grin and scooted a bit closer, snuggling up against me. I was afraid I'd been busted, but she just put her head on my chest and continued watching TV, giving no indication that she was aware of my boner or that she was the cause of it. I wrapped my arm around her and pulled her against me, feeling myself get a bit woozy at the smell of her freshly washed hair.

For the next few hours I desperately tried to get the image of her playing with herself out of my mind and failed absolutely miserably.

When it was time for us to go to bed, we walked upstairs together. Kelsey paused right in front of my bedroom door and gave me a soft kiss, her lips lingering on my cheek for what seemed to be a long time. She gave me a beautiful smile as she went to her own bedroom, then she turned around and winked at me right before she went inside. "Sweet dreams," she said teasingly.

I swallowed audibly as I entered my own bedroom, with my knees practically buckling. I quickly stripped down to my boxers, then decided to take them off too, finally giving my cock some relief. It had been hard almost constantly for those past few hours, and it was hurting like crazy.

I lay awake for a long time before I finally gave in and jerked off, spraying an absolute torrent of cum into an old t-shirt I kept under my bed just for such occasions. Right before I fell asleep, I berated myself for thinking of Kelsey's squirting little cunt when I came.