Katrina exposed

Gerald frowned back at his beaming sister. You’re still a slob, he thought; you didn’t put the orange juice away. What was more annoying was that his parents just seemed to let her get away with it.

Suddenly, Gerald’s sister leapt to her feet again and with a mumbled apology to nobody in particular, she retrieved the half gallon carton from the counter and returned it to the fridge. As she did so, she bent at the waist and her little green pleated skirt rode up over her ass once more. That’s right, thought Gerald; you just stay like that. Katrina, he noted, was wearing a thong – her soft round ass bisected by its tight narrow cloth. Guiltily, Gerald realised that he was growing hard staring at his sister’s rear. You’re sick, man, he admonished himself.

After some time, Katrina still had not straightened up.

“Katrina, honey, are you alright?” asked their mother in some concern.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” came the reply from within the fridge door. “I just thought I’d stay here a while. That’s all.”

“Well, can you come back to the table, please?” their mother continued. “We don’t want to stare at your butt all day.”

Yes we do, thought Gerald.

“Leave her be,” Gerald’s father admonished his wife. “I could stare at her ass all day.”

Gerald darted a shocked look at his mother, to see what her response would be.

“Yes, you’re probably right dear,” she responded. “Katrina, honey, you stay right where you are. And sorry about what I said earlier. You have got a cute little butt and I could look at it all day.”

Gerald gasped. This was just too weird. It couldn’t have anything to do with what he was thinking could it? And those strange dreams last night? Well, she had returned the carton to the fridge when he had thought she ought to - and she never did that normally. But surely that was just coincidence. And why did she stay bending over like that? Had she really responded to his thought that he could watch her ass all day? And how could he explain his parents’ bizarre responses?

Still not sure if this was caused by him or not, Gerald decided eventually that there was no use looking a gift horse in the mouth – or in the ass, at least – and he should just enjoy the view (surreptitiously) for as long as it lasted. He continued to stare at his sister’s butt (as did his parents, he noticed) as he slowly finished his breakfast.

A nagging thought at the back of Gerald’s mind, continued to tell him that staring at his sister like this was sick; but offered up on a platter like this, he just could not resist. He squirmed in his seat, **** to relieve his raging hard-on. In fact, if his parents weren’t there, Gerald thought, he could happily jerk off all over his sister’s shapely ass and thighs.

“Well, I’d better get going,” said Gerald’s father, getting to his feet. “I’ll be late for work.”

“Yes,” agreed his wife, following him to the door and giving him a peck on the cheek. “And I think I’ll go and do some things in the other room, so that Gerald can jerk off over his sister’s ass.”

Gerald was mortified.

“I wasn’t really gonna…” he began.

“Of course, dear,” replied his mother, reassuringly. “But would you mind putting away the breakfast things after you’ve finished.”

With that, she swept out of he room, leaving Gerald alone with his exposed sister. Gerald’s mind was in turmoil. Clearly, he was controlling his family somehow. But he couldn’t be having these feelings about his sister. That was just sick. He looked again at her smooth tanned flesh, under that skimpy little skirt and his conscience and the need to do the right thing raged against his urges and his fleshly desires. Gerald knew that all he had to do was pull aside that narrow strip of his sister’s thong and he could relieve this **** lust inside her.

As he watched, Katrina reached back with one and pulled the narrow string to one side.