Ben was startled to see his older sister standing there. He suddenly remembered that she had a couple of weeks off from the university where she was a graduate instructor, and had decided to spend a few days here with the family. He was genuinely fond of Rhonda. Even though she was a few years older than he, she'd never treated him with the scorn and contempt that so many of his friends got from their big sisters.
As she rushed to hug him, he observed that she was beginning to develop her own style now that she was away from their parents, who had never wanted to admit just how gorgeous their daughter was. Her long, silky brown hair, instead of being tied behind her, now flowed down her shoulders. Instead of the highnecked monstrosities Mom had always sewn for her, she was wearing a bright orange cotton sundress, which showed off her spectacular legs, a knockout of a tan (no visible tan lines!) and her cock-stiffening cleavage.
Indeed, he'd developed a major boner since taking in the sight of his hot "big" sister (who was actually three inches shorter than Ben, nowadays). She didn't seem to notice the boner, but pulled back to look at him. "Well, little brother, looks like you're not the 'little' one anymore, are you?" She laughed, and clutched him close again.
The erection problem, to put it mildly was not going away. He thought he'd forgotten just how beautiful she was, but he had to admit he'd spilled many a handful of jizz with fantasies of this spectacular beauty he could never touch.
Or could he?
Did he dare use this mysterious amulet on his lovely older sister? Or should he save it for other women to whom he had no family ties? |