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Tasha's Brother, an Anon's Adventures with the Fairer Sex Tasha's Brother, An Anon's Adventures With The Fairer Sex. ! Sunday 24/2/2013 ! The whole thing started one boring Sunday afternoon back in February. Mum & Dad had pissed off to a hotel for the umpteenth weekend in a row, leaving me, my baby brother, Tommy and my kid sister alone in the house. I say ‘kid’, she’s 14 and quite possibly smarter and more mature than me. For reasons that will become clear, I won’t use her real name, I’ll call her Tasha. Take it as read that every name I use from this point forward is a pseudonym. Apart from mine, but we’ll get to that. My mother, truth be told, is a bit of a cow. I’m ungainfully unemployed at the moment, so to earn my keep, I’m assigned daily duties around the house and garden. This weekend’s list was quite extensive and strenuous, so I find myself contemplating the nature of the universe, and my navel, in the shower. I’m halfway putting the world to rights in my head when there’s a knock at the bathroom door. “Pete? You in there?” “Who else would it be?” “Yeah, alright. Are you going to be long?” I could wind her up, but we get on surprisingly well, for teenage siblings. “Only a couple more minutes, I’m nearly done.” The door opens without warning, and I hear her moving around hurriedly in the room. Oh crap! I try to find something to cover myself with but the shower door is swished aside and the diminutive and very naked form of my kid sister hops in beside me, closing the door quickly behind her. “Sorry bruv, that’s too long. Move over a bit.” I’m completely gobsmacked as she more or less pays me no heed and starts to wash her body. I’ve never really looked at her in this way. Well, you don’t do you? I mean, I saw her in her knickers and vests a few times ( she doesn’t really have enough for a bra, so I don’t think she’s bothered about getting one), but it was just in passing, and as we grew up in the same house, any changes were subtle, and to me, hardly noticeable. "1 Tasha's Brother, An Anon's Adventures With The Fairer Sex. But now, the svelte, shapely and unmistakably sexy sister I never knew I had is standing naked a few inches from me, glistening in the water, as every brotherly instinct disappears down the drain. “Pass the soap.” It takes me a second the realise she’s speaking to me. “Sorry?” “The soap, in the thingy behind you.” I turn around and try to select the correct pink bottle from the collection of pink bottles in the small rack suckered to the tiled wall. I take pot luck and hand her one. “That’s shampoo, doofus. Here.” She reaches past me and I take a deep breath, trying to make myself as small as possible. It doesn’t work as her chest makes contact with mine, and I’m oh-so- painfully aware of her breasts as the small nipples gently scratch across my skin. She doesn’t bat an eyelid, however and starts to apply shampoo to her neck-length blonde hair. I’m staring, and I know I shouldn’t. Luckily, she’s got her eyes closed so I hope she doesn’t notice. I try to snap out of it and get back to finishing off, realising I had actually finished, and don’t actually have a genuine reason to be in here with her any more. “Can you do my back?” She hands me the soap bottle she retrieved and I pour a small amount into my hand. She turns around and shows me her back, and backside. Good lord it’s fabulous. Getting myself under control I start applying the soap to her skin, which is breathtakingly smooth. Something starts stirring so I take a deep breath and close my eyes under the stream of water, breathing out heavily, trying to quell any unwanted urges. As I open my eyes, she turns around and now I’m actually rubbing the soap into her tiny breasts. She doesn’t say anything, just flashes me a crafty grin. That’s too much for me and things start to happen downstairs, and before I can do anything about it, I make contact with the skin between her bellybutton and *ahem* nether regions. She stops rinsing her hair, backs off slightly and looks down. “Hah.” “What?” “I always knew you had a big dick.” She squeezes out her hair, drops her hands, takes a step forward and with one hand, gently holds onto the shaft. Then she gets on tiptoe and plants a kiss on me, but it’s not a peck. She holds contact for longer than I’d call normal for brother & sister, gives me a few tender strokes, then lets go. Before I have a chance to gather my senses, she steps back out of the shower, closes the door and with a ‘See you Later’, she’s gone. What the fucking fuck? "2 Tasha's Brother, An Anon's Adventures With The Fairer Sex. I’d been lumbered with looking after Tommy for most of the day (He was having a nap during the earlier shower) but later that evening, after putting Tommy to bed, I’m doing bugger all apart from watching some movie or another and browsing the internet. For my sins, I frequent 4Chan, and it occurs to me that the reprobates on there would probably want to hear about this little adventure, so I reel off a greentext story and pick a random picture from the cluttered folder system on my flash drive. I pick an image of Rapunzel from Disney’s Tangled. It’s a cute pic and she kinda reminds me of Tasha, so it seems apt. The thread goes down quite well, so much so that it’s still active when Tasha comes home from having an evening out with friends. I decide to bite the bullet and come straight out with it. “Hey” “Hey” “Good night?” “Yeah, pretty good.” then she goes off into talking about her friends and their little dramas. I let her finish. “Listen. I want to ask you…" but I think she was expecting it. She cuts me off. “I'm sorry about the shower thing. Dunno why I did that. I've never seen one... in the flesh before” “Yes you have, you used to see mine all the time when we were kids” “Well, yeah. But it never used to be so... It never looked like that before.“ “And the kiss?” She blushes and avoids eye contact. “Well. I'd never touched a dick. So I thought, I've never kissed a man either, so thought I'd give it a go.” She looks up at me with those goddamn eyes. “Am I a good kisser?” “Couldn't really say. I haven't done that much kissing either, but the shock kinda numbed everything. It wasn't horrible, if that helps.” She turns and starts fixing herself a cup of tea. “So why did you come in the shower with me anyway? Didn't you feel awkward about it?” “Not really, we normally share everything, and I really was in a hurry, so I thought why not? I thought you wouldn’t mind. I’m always catching you looking at my arse.” Actually, I honestly wasn't aware I did this, but thinking back. yes I do. A lot. So we chat for a bit longer, before we move back into the lounge, where she’s curled up on the sofa watching dancing on Ice. I take the time to update the thread. Something suddenly occurs to me; “Wait a minute. If it was all innocent, why did you let me touch your tits?” “Same reason. I've never had anyone except me touch them before.” “And?” “And what?” “And how was it?” She blushes again, it’s very endearing. “Tingly.” "3 Tasha's Brother, An Anon's Adventures With The Fairer Sex. “Tingly?” “Very.” It’s at this point I start to get my own tingle in my boxers. I’m also bursting for a piss, but I don’t really want to get up, for fear of snapping it. The programme finishes and she gets up. “I’m going to have a shower.” “Another one?” “That wasn’t a proper shower. That was a ‘wash’”. “Do you want me to wash your back?” I’m asking sarcastically, but the hope in my voice is probably obvious. “I was counting on it” She says. With a smirk. I wrestle with my conscience for a while. But not for too long. I get to the bathroom and she's already in the shower. Obviously, she hears me entering the room and raises her voice over the sound of the water. “You took your time. Thought you weren't coming up.” I get in, she immediately hands me a sponge with her shower gel on it. Camomile, apparently. I wash her back, slowly and deliberately, and instinctively move forward to kiss her neck. She responds with a little moan, which leads to an instant and painful erection, which plants itself in- between her buttocks. She giggles. I put my arms around her waist. She puts her hand on my arms, and we stand there, holding each other.
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