The next night Linda had to work late. I was home alone and of course I found myself in front of the computer. I logged into the site I visited the night before and went straight for Kira’s pictures. There she was, smiling out at me as if I was the only one looking at her photos. I stroked myself languidly, my cock already slick with pre-cum. I was ready to blow but wanted to extend the feeling a while longer so I decided to look at some other pictures and then finish with my lovely sister-in-law. As I browsed I was astonished and delighted to find another post from Kira. This time, she was dressed in a tight, clingy t-shirt that I recognized. She sometimes wore it when we got together and it drove me absolutely crazy with lust. In these photos, she wore the shirt but was braless. She had on her tight low-rise jeans and struck a series of seductive poses. In the first picture she jutted her chest way out and tilted her head like a sex-kitten. In the next, she had unzipped her jeans just enough to see that she wasn’t wearing any panties. This was followed by a picture of her wearing just the short, tight t-shirt. She was laughing as if she was well aware of the sexual power she wielded. By the last photo, she feigned modesty by attempting to cover her ample breasts and trimmed pussy with her delicate hands. Of course, she really didn’t really cover much. That did it. I had been slowly stroking and I felt the cum rush through my cock. Like the previous night, I made a huge mess of myself.
After cleaning up, I downloaded the photos from both posts and stored them in my Palm Pilot (and, yes, I understood the irony in that) so I could look at them whenever I wanted to.
Over the course of the next week or so I didn’t have an opportunity to surf for porn, but my downloaded pictures of Kira definitely kept me going. Many times when Linda and I would have sex, I couldn’t help but think about her sister. I saw Kira’s pussy as I ate Linda’s. I saw Kira’s perfect breasts as I sucked Linda’s. I fucked Kira as I fucked Linda.
I thought I was handling things fairly well. I figured it was all just fantasy and that I would eventually get over my fascination with Kira. A few stroke sessions (granted, INCREDIBLE stroke sessions), and then a pleasant but secret memory. Then there was the next family get together: Kira’s birthday party. I realized this would be the first time I saw Kira in person since I found her photos. On top of it all, she was to be the guest of honor and the constant center of attention all night.
For the most part, the party was fun, even if I was on edge the entire evening. Kira looked radiant. She wore a gauzy peasant blouse with her tight jeans (the same ones, I assumed, from the second photo shoot). The blouse was low cut and showed off her cleavage to the best advantage. I felt my palms sweat. My balls tingled. When Nick, her boyfriend, came over to take our coats it hit me like a ton of bricks that he must have taken the photos of Kira. Until that point I had been so engrossed in seeing her naked that I didn’t even think about the fact that someone had to have taken the pictures. It was as if she made them magically appear just for me. I felt a momentary pang of jealousy toward Nick. He got to see her, to touch her, to fuck her on a regular basis. Lucky bastard. I also realized that there were countless people out there who also saw my Kira, lusted after her, masturbated to her sexy body. (And, yes, I did start to think of her as “my” Kira, as wrong at that was.)