Call me a sick pervert. I suffer a seriously disturbing case of unrequited love for my sister, Amanda*. It's so bad, I cannot so much as look at a porn model on the Internet without imagining my sister wearing that same outfit and in those same poses. Perhaps that is why I cannot get a date. I'm not exactly a muscular Adonis nor a slick James Dean; but girls have as much as said I have my own boyish charm that makes them feel comfortable around me - they can trust I won't try to seduce them on the first date or take advantage of them the moment they get too drunk. Still, they have rather big shoes to fill in comparison to my sister. Or bra cups, to be more specific.
My sister is not fat. She is a bit wider than most of my peers, but that's all muscle. Her stomach is firm and tight, and her breasts are round and full. I have never sank to the level of going through her clothes, but I think her tits are a size D or larger. She has a slender body, tanned white skin, and long black hair, like mine. It's a wonder she hasn't yet had a boyfriend.
We have always been close, my sister and I. She's about three years older than me. We are best friends and each other's confidants. Rather than being bitter that I would steal away attention from her, my sister was actually quite excited to be getting a new baby brother. We've practically been inseparable since the day I was brought home from the hospital. I tell her my secrets - about 99.9% of the time - and she tells me hers. We always played together as children, and rarely fought unless it was over something worth fighting over. If we ever held grudges against each other, and if we did, we'd forget them by the next day.
Of course, she does have her moments. You know how girls are. However, her worse habits are her shows of affection that can sometimes be a bit smothering. Ever since I was a baby, she's practically acted like a second mother. Worse than that, when she was still bigger than me, she used to try to pick me up, or else squeeze me until I couldn't breath. Even now, she still squeezes me quite often. My feelings for her only make those embraces worse - it's an effort on my part to think of less pleasant thoughts than a beautiful woman hugging me, just so my cock won't get any harder. Sometimes, I wonder if she does that on purpose. Perhaps she wants me too... Or maybe that's just my cock talking.
Today, my sister finally moved into her new apartment close to the university we would both be going to: her as a fourth semester student - she had changed her major last year and was practically starting over - and me as a freshman. Because my parents had bankrupted themselves paying for her education, I couldn't afford to live at the dorms as my sister had. However, to save time and money on the commute, they let me move in with my sister on the condition I pay half the living expenses. I was finally on my own! Then again, I was still technically dependent on my sister. Our parents had just said goodbye to us for the last time, and had left us alone at last. I was in my room, unpacking the boxes of my stuff, settling into my new home for the next four years or so while I went to school.
((*if you have a better name for the sister, let me know, along with a picture of her general build, even if the hair color is wrong))
My sister is not fat. She is a bit wider than most of my peers, but that's all muscle. Her stomach is firm and tight, and her breasts are round and full. I have never sank to the level of going through her clothes, but I think her tits are a size D or larger. She has a slender body, tanned white skin, and long black hair, like mine. It's a wonder she hasn't yet had a boyfriend.
We have always been close, my sister and I. She's about three years older than me. We are best friends and each other's confidants. Rather than being bitter that I would steal away attention from her, my sister was actually quite excited to be getting a new baby brother. We've practically been inseparable since the day I was brought home from the hospital. I tell her my secrets - about 99.9% of the time - and she tells me hers. We always played together as children, and rarely fought unless it was over something worth fighting over. If we ever held grudges against each other, and if we did, we'd forget them by the next day.
Of course, she does have her moments. You know how girls are. However, her worse habits are her shows of affection that can sometimes be a bit smothering. Ever since I was a baby, she's practically acted like a second mother. Worse than that, when she was still bigger than me, she used to try to pick me up, or else squeeze me until I couldn't breath. Even now, she still squeezes me quite often. My feelings for her only make those embraces worse - it's an effort on my part to think of less pleasant thoughts than a beautiful woman hugging me, just so my cock won't get any harder. Sometimes, I wonder if she does that on purpose. Perhaps she wants me too... Or maybe that's just my cock talking.
Today, my sister finally moved into her new apartment close to the university we would both be going to: her as a fourth semester student - she had changed her major last year and was practically starting over - and me as a freshman. Because my parents had bankrupted themselves paying for her education, I couldn't afford to live at the dorms as my sister had. However, to save time and money on the commute, they let me move in with my sister on the condition I pay half the living expenses. I was finally on my own! Then again, I was still technically dependent on my sister. Our parents had just said goodbye to us for the last time, and had left us alone at last. I was in my room, unpacking the boxes of my stuff, settling into my new home for the next four years or so while I went to school.
((*if you have a better name for the sister, let me know, along with a picture of her general build, even if the hair color is wrong))
