My older sister

Through a heavy knocking I get torn out of my daydreams and sigh unnerved and disappointed. I turn to my back and look for my blanket, not to display my stark naked self to the intruder.

"I know how you look naked. Looks like you want to give yourself your first gift of the day", I hear the soft voice of my big sister and I turn bright red as I watch her stand at the door.

My big sister Susi is almost two years older than me (one and a half to be exact) and has got the genes of my father's family. While I am almost the spitting image of every woman of my mother's family, she can not deny the relationship to my father's family. She is 175 cm tall and has a slim figure like all the women of that family. Her long brown hair goes down to her pelvis and lures easily, her green eyes sparkling like emeralds. She has lovely little B-cups and a cute behind, a flat belly and her small hip is further emphasized by her slightly forward-looking hip bones. All in all, she still looks very girlish and if she were smaller she would probably pass for my younger sister.

"Shall I leave you alone for five minutes, sweetie?" She purrs kindly while she is watching me grinning. I'm still lying naked on the bed, the dildo still gazes out between my spread legs out of my glistening orchid. I sigh again disappointed and wave her to me.

"No...enjoy yourself... the mood is killed", I say quietly, although I find the situation really very exciting. I've often dreamed of Susi, despite the fact that she is my sister.

She slowly walks towards me and sits down beside me on the bed. Her sweet pajama does not really cover anything, the hotpants fit perfectly to her curves and the tank top is, as always, a number too small, which makes her outfit look more like a second skin than something that should cover. She could just as well be naked, I think. Playfully, she lets her fingers slip through my hair and always turns a strand around her fingers. Then she grins and pushes the last piece of the dildo firmly into me. I groan in surprise and look at her with a mixture of frustration and pleading. "Would look bad otherwise" She says, laughing.

"You're so mean ... Today is my birthday" I murmur softly, not knowing how to react.

"Make a wish for me being nicer ... If you want that at all," she says, smiling at me triumphantly