A friend's house

"Where are we going, John?" Your younger sister asks as she glances out the car window at the unfamiliar neighborhood that you are driving through.

"A friend's house," you answer with a smile, turning down a narrow side street. "He and his girlfriend are out of town for the week. They've let me use their place to crash before when they're away," you tell her as the narrow side street broadens out into a more affluent section of town, the houses and the matching manicured lawns growing in size and affluence as you drive further along the road.

"Nice neighborhood," Joan comments, raising her eyebrows appreciatively at some of the near-mansions that you are passing. "You're friend must be pretty wealthy," she notes as you start to turn into a circular driveway in front of a large brick house.

"Not him, his parents," you tell her as you pull your car up in front of the columned porch. "But I figured this was a good place to talk, it's private," you add as you look up at the large house in front of you.

"Yeah," Joan murmurs softly, nodding her head slightly, obviously nervous now that you've arrived. "A good place to... talk," she adds, taking a deep breath to calm her nerves.

"Hey," You say, placing your hand on her knee as you open your door, smiling reassuringly as she looks at you, "there's no pressure, Joan. Nothing has to happen," you assure her, your hand rubbing her knee, "not if you don't want it. We can just talk," you tell her firmly before climbing out of the car, hurrying around to open her door.

"Thanks, John," your sister smiles up at you, still obviously nervous but slightly reassured at your words as she climbs out of the car. Her hand seeks out yours, her fingers gently entwining in yours as you lead her up the few step onto the porch. "Seriously, thank you for everything," she tells you softly, leaning up to kiss your cheek tenderly.

"You're very welcome," you reply with a smile, bending down to give her full lips a quick kiss before turning your attention to the keypad mounted to the front door. A quick four digits and you are in, letting Joan proceed you into your friend's family home. As your younger sister marvels at the large stately house and it's fine furnishings, you find yourself watching her carefully, studying her intently as she moves through the house. You marvel at how vibrant, how sexy, she is in her simple outfit of jeans and a green t-shirt, her common attire making her more attractive than some other woman in lingerie. Not that I would mind seeing her in Victoria's Secret, You think to yourself as your eyes are drawn to the ample curve of her ass, your gaze fixed on the hypnotic sway of her hips as she walks deeper into the house. As you ogle your younger sister's shapely butt, you find yourself wondering at the events of this morning, worrying that something is amiss. True, you've always fantasized about your sister, Joan's sexy face fueling many a shameful masturbation session, but what changed today? What made you willing to push the taboos aside, to bring her here with the possibility of deflowering her? In fact, what had prompted Joan to make such a bold statement in the car, to announce that she wanted you to be the man to take her virginity? You realize that you're both acting atypical, that something isn't normal... But it doesn't feel wrong, you assure yourself, feeling your desire for your younger sister growing that longer you stare at her ass. In fact, it feels so right that it's shocking. Like this is what should happen, that this is what we want to happen if only we weren't... inhibited. And with that thought, you begin to realize that something has lowered your inhibitions, and that of people around you... otherwise Joan would never have told you what she did. But what could it be? What was different about today?

"Hey, John," Joan's voice breaks into your reverie as she laughs. "My eyes are up here," she teases, laughing at catching you staring openly at her shapely ass. From the blush on her cheeks and the exaggerated pose that she holds , she obviously appreciates the attention. "Although I can definitely tell you like what you see," she murmurs, raising her eyebrows at the very obvious bulge in your pants. "Wow, John," she remarks as she stares at your erection. "Can I... can I see it?"