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An ass like Marilyn Monroe, tits like Carmen Electra, a smile like Beyonce and legs like a model. That was Chantelle in one hit. That, was my sister. We were close and we had always got along well because we were the same age, but she wasn’t actually related to me because she was adopted at birth from my mom’s best friend in Sweden, who had sadly passed away with her husband in a car crash. Chantelle had come to us at around the same time I’d just been born, so it wasn’t convenient for my mom to take her back then, but she would’ve done anything for her friend – even adopt her daughter.By 16, Chantelle was actually given the title of ‘hottest girl in the school’ – and every boy without exception would’ve driven anywhere and back for one kiss from her. I, at 17, looked nothing like her, but was still popular with the girls. I had a good body and a nice face with smooth, high cheekbones and dark hair. I had inherited the good looks from my french mother who used to be a model herself in her best days. I tried always not to see Chantelle in the same light as the other boys did. I really wanted to just be her brother – her confidant. I wanted to Küçükyalı escort be there for her whenever she needed me – I didn’t want her to know the way her body made me, in a blind sexual haze, return to my room and jack off on the thought of her until the feeling of sexual desperation was suppressed. It was not easy, either, with the way she flirted with me. Sometimes she would pinch my muscles if I’d finished working out and giggle about how crazy the girls would go for me if they saw me topless like this. Sometimes she would actually look down at my pants if she saw me when she was walking out of the shower, just to check if she turned me on or not. Of course she did, but in truth I just hadn’t had sufficient time to look her over and get it up as she flicked past the door on the way back to her room. Admittedly yes, it was strange the way we lived in the same house, grown up together and called each other ‘brother’ and ‘sister’ and still flirted with each other just like we would with some kid at school. Admittedly yes, my mom did notice sometimes and a look of fierce disapproval would cross her face, Kartal escort bayan and yes – I did want to have a normal relationship with Chantelle, but I really don’t think it could’ve worked out like that. There was simply too much sexual tension. One night, mom and dad had gone out to a movie. They often did on saturday nights, but usually when Chantelle and I were home alone, we didn’t do anything a normal brother or sister wouldn’t do. We watched TV, chilled, ate, maybe played a game, and then settled down in bed or dialed a friend’s number. Never had I once laid a finger on her. Tonight was no different, until I turned off my light and crashed into bed. I couldn’t get the image of Chantelle out of my head, when, a few minutes earlier, she’d asked me to come into her room and see which outfit was better for school tomorrow. I’d waited while she changed and, for the first time in a few years, I’d actually seen her tits – her real, proper, womanly tits that bounced every so softly from her perfect figure. As my mind wandered I imagined my erect cock between them, tit-fucking her senseless. When I rolled Escort Suadiye over to a more comfortable position I woke up a little bit and realised what I was thinking before scolding myself mentally. I decided I should take a shower and try and think of something not quite so… I don’t know, wrong. I chucked my pants on the floor, ripped off my shirt and wandered naked into the bathroom. I couldn’t find the light and fiddled around a bit. Once I found it, it wouldn’t switch on. Fuck, I thought to myself. I flicked it on and off, on and off, wondering if there was another light somewhere. I heard footsteps coming along the hallway, so obviously Chantelle was coming. Shit. ‘Hell Max, what are you tryna do to the light-switch?’ ‘Wait, wait don’t come in’. I said back to her, being naked and all. ‘Why? are you naked or something? Didn’t your mom teach you to take a towel to the bathroom?’ She said playfully. I sighed, ‘Sorry, I forgot’. She walked in and fiddled with the light switch, a high, annoyed breath escaping her mouth as it wouldn’t work. I could see the outline of her tits below a low-cut tank-top and the light off her hair, but that was it. As she turned she saw me and said, ‘Wow, you really are naked’, but didn’t look away. ‘I can’t really see you though so yeah… I guess it’s alright’. She laughed. ‘Who broke the light?’ I complained. ‘Stop being grumpy, it was probably you’. She said quietly as she continued to fiddle with it.