I had no idea going into it how she would respond, and I knew I risked serious punishment from my parents if she opted to tattle, but we were good enough pals that I thought it was worth the risk. I knew the best change I had of ever finding out what a girl looked like naked was the girl living in the same house as me.Įventually my curiosity got the best of me and I devised a plan. The internet was still decades away from being invented, and porn was totally not available. But, I grew up in a very strict religious home where any thing related to the human body and sex was totally off limits. I tried to focus most of my sexual energy and curiosity on girls my own age at school. I did wonder, at the time, how normal I was, and I often fought off feelings of guilt for having such thoughts about my little sister. On a few glorious occasions, I would catch a glimpse of her in panties, and these became used as mental images sometimes when I jerked off. I could tell she was starting to sprout little boobs, and I wondered if she was growing any pussy hair yet, and I enjoyed the sight of her tight little ass when she wore close fitting jeans or shorts. She had always been a cute little kid, but recently, she was turning into a hot little teenager and I began to spend more and more time looking at her and wondering what she looked like naked now that she was starting to develop.
When I was fifteen my little sister was thirteen.
