<> I pounded on the door to the bathroom, trying to be heard over the sound of the shower running. I deperatly needed to pee and the downstairs bathroom had been out of order for almost two weeks now. Finally I heard a voice from inside the bathroom. "What?!" "Come on Sara, I need to pee!" "Just wait!" "I can't wait, i'm desperate!" I yelled back, my blatter starting to hurt. "Just keep the shower curtain closed!" I opened the door and ran into the steam filled bathroom. My little sister, Sara, was taking a shower in our old clawfoot tub, modified to have a shower with curtains that went all the way around it. "God! Just hurry!" Sara yelled somewhat angrily. I flipped the seat and lid open on the toilet and unzipped my fly. In a second I had myself out and a stream of bright yellow urine was flowing into the bowl. I sighed heavily and looked up, catching my eye in the mirror which hung above the toilet. The steam had parted a bit when I had opened the door, and I noticed that I could see reflected in the mirror the shower - the two shower curtains had not been pulled all the way together, and there was a small gap between them at the foot of the tub. Between that gap I could see my sister, her eyes closed, her hands up to her head as she stood under the water, rinsing the shampoo out of her long, dark brown hair. Her arms up above her head like that, excentuated her long, slender physique, and at that moment I forgot she was my sister. My eyes followed down her body with the water from the shower. Her long neck, down to her small, young breasts with puffy nipples, over her ribcage to her beautifully white, convex stomach. There were only a few light hairs begining to peak out of the soft, tender flesh of her private area, pointing like an arrow down to the beautiful gap between her long, slender legs. Unlike a lot of girls her age, unlike the "popular" girls, she didn't have a trace of babyfat left on her body - she was thin, petite, svelt. Everything about her was delicate, and I noticed for the very first time, incredibly beautiful. I had never thought of my sister like this before. Granted, I had never seen her naked before. But now, in this moment, she was not my kid sister, but a woman - an object of desire - a sexual being. I had finished peeing but was frozen, looking into the mirror at her perfect little body. I was lost, like a deer in the headlights, unable to function in front of such brilliance. "God! Are you done yet?!" she yelled, still rinsing the soap out of her long, thin hair - eyes still closed to protect from any stray bubbles. I snapped back to the world. What was I doing? It was my sister! My little sister! I shoved my now erect penis into my pants and carefully pulled the zipper up. I closed the toilet lid and flushed - just a habitual action. I was halfway to the door of the bathroom when I heard Sara scream and realized what I had done, instantaneously. As the cold water went to fill the toilit tank back up, only hot water was left going to the shower and Sara squeeled and cursed at me as I ran out of the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind me. I ran into my bedroom and threw myself down on the bed, trying to understand what had just happened. It was a week before my 19th birthday. My sister, Sara, had turned 14 last month. We had never been that close, being 5 years apart and all. Now that she was getting older though, we had begun to spend a little more time together, as we were able to talk more easily about things that interested both of us. It was June - a month earlier I had just graduated from the highschool that Sara would be attending in the fall. My last summer before I went off to college. Most of my friends either had summer jobs that they were forced to slave away at, or had gone off to college the year before and didn't come home for the summer. I had practically the whole summer to myself and what was I doing? Laying on my bed, trying desperatly to convince myself that I was not sexually attracted to my little sister. I was still hard, and had to adjust myself so that my dick lay on my abdomen, the tight waiste of my pants pinning it down. "Kids!" my mom called up from the kitchen. "Breakfast is ready!" I pulled my shirt down over my hard on, checking myself in the mirror to make sure it wasn't noticable, and then headed downstairs to breakfast. As I passed the bathroom I could hear Sara turning off the water, just finishing her shower. As I got down to the kitchen I was already flacid. I convinced myself that I wasn't attracted to my sister, it was just the shock of seeing her naked, I mean, who doesn't get turned on at the sight of a naked girl? And besides, that is what she was, a girl - not a woman. She was 14! I wasn't a pedophile. I knew that the sexual feelings I had had were just the result of hormones and that my little sister would remain just that, my little sister. I sat down at the table where my father was reading the newspaper. My mother was bustling around, and as I sat down she put a plate of eggs and toast in front of me. "Thanks mom!" I started to pour myself a cup of coffee from the karafe that was on the table when Sara came bounding into the kitchen. She had a towel wrapped around her head, keeping up her wet hair. She had her glasses on (without them she was pretty blind) and she looked clean and refreshed. She wore a white, lose fitting camisol with no bra. Her shorts were made of what appeared to be the same fabric beach towels are made of, and were incredibly short. I watched her bound into the room and kiss our mother on the cheek. She spun around and stood on her tiptoes, trying to get the box of cereal off of the top shelf of the cubboard. Standing up on her toes like that excentuated her long, slender legs, and my eyes followed them from her delicate little feet up to her small, shapely ass, hugged so tightly by her little shorts. "Hey! What're you doing!?" My dad called out, snapping me back to reality. I had overfilled my cup and hot coffee was spilling everywhere over the table. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry, I uh, zoned out there." "I'll say!" said my dad as he started to mop up coffee with the washcloth mom handed him. I put the coffee down and carefully sipped coffee from my cup without lifting it from the table. The coffe dripped off the edge of the table and onto my lap, feeling extremely hot as it soaked through the fabric of my pants and scalded my now erect member. "Ouch!" I cried, pushing my chair back from the table and pressing my napkin firmly into my lap, trying to hide my tented crotch. "Serves you right, ass!" Sara said as she sat down opposite me at the table. "Sara, language!" dad chided her. "Sorry dad, but he flushed the toilet while I was in the shower with soap in my eyes, I almost got, like, serious burns!" "I'm sorry! But don't be so dramatic, you didn't get burned." "I said almost! When are you going to fix the bathroom downstairs dad, it's been like forever!" "Oh, one of these days I'll get to it, just gotta go out to the hardware store and pick up a few things." The parents chatted away about their days and I slowly ate my breakfast. Sara would bend over in her chair with each bite of her cereal, her mouth meeting her spoon half way, and each time her camisol hung down and I could glimpse the subtle and soft curve of her breasts. I couldn't take my eyes off, I couldn't stop thinking about her. "Well Jason? Jason!" "What?" my dad had asked me a question - and I snapped back into the world. "What's wrong with you this morning?" "Sorry, I had trouble sleeping," I lied. "I was asking what you had planned for the day." "Oh I dunno, nothing I guess. Hadn't really thought about it." "Oh to be young again," my mother chimed in. "Well good, since you have nothing planned you can take your sister to her ballet class at ten." "Fine" I groaned, my cheeks redening, afraid of having to be alone with this girl I had just discovered. As we finished eating breakfast I did my best to avoid looking at my sister. I didn't want anyone to catch me stealing glances, but also felt somewhat ashamed for feeling such an unnatural attraction to my own, underage sister.