Reluctant sister celebrates Nude Day naked with her brother.

You should know two things about me. First, I’m a practical joker. Second, ever since I reached puberty, I always wanted to see my sister, Ellen, naked. I know it’s incestuous of me to want to see my sister naked, but I can’t help myself because she’s so hot and, well, she’s my sister. Then, one day, when I was masturbating for the millionth time over the naked thoughts of my sister, I came up with a plan to finally see her naked.

“I know how to see my sister naked,” I said to myself for no one to hear, while masturbating over my sister, yet, again. “I’ll invite her to a Nude Day barbeque, but I won’t tell her it’s a Nude Day barbeque, just a regular barbeque. By shaming her, tricking her, and pressuring her into removing her clothes, I’ll play a practical joke on her, while finally seeing her without her clothes. Perfect.”

With my practical joke set in place and by playing a practically joke on my sister, today, Nude Day, this just may be the day that I finally see my sister naked. Moreover, without having her think of me as the perverted brother, she’ll think that it was more my intention to play a practical joke on her, rather than going through all of this just to see her naked.

“Oh, my God! I’m so excited,” I said rubbing my hands together, as if a fly about to land on a piece of excrement. If I could high five myself I would, but that’s just too weird. “I can’t wait for her to get here.”

Then, when my sister arrived for our Nude Day barbeque, out of the blue, my sister surprised me, shocked the shit out of me, actually. With the joke on me, she stood in front of me and started undressing. Are you kidding me? This inappropriate behavior wasn’t like her. Did she know about the Nude Day barbeque and was she playing a practical joke on me? If stripping naked was her way of getting back at me, I wasn’t about to question it. I just stood there enjoying the impromptu show.

I watched my sister, Ellen, stand and remove her sweater. I couldn’t believe my eyes. Modest and sexually inhibited, she’s never so much as removed her socks in my presence. Knowing the pervert that I am, knowing how sexually attracted I am to her, and knowing, no doubt, how much I lust to see her naked, why was she teasing me by pretending to undress in front of me? Then, when she started unbuttoning her blouse, I thought I was going to lose my mind. I thought I was dreaming. It took all the self-control I had not to unzip my pants, pull out my cock, and start masturbating over her striptease show and the sight of her bra.

Now, for those of you who don’t know my sister, Ellen, she has a rack. She has big, proud C cup tits. I stared at the impressions her nipples made in her blouse through her bra. Was she cold or was she excited? More importantly, why was she undressing in front of me, her baby brother? Going with the flow, enjoying the show, not questioning why she was stripping for fear she’d stop, maybe she was preoccupied in thought and didn’t realize that I was there in the room with her and that she was undressing in front of me. Instead of just enjoying the impromptu striptease, instead of shutting my mouth, in shock that she was undressing in front of me, I felt compelled to speak.

“What are you doing, Ellen?”

With her fingers poised on her blouse buttons, she stopped unbuttoning her blouse. Fuck! When will I learn? Why didn’t I just keep my mouth shut? Did I just stop her from unbuttoning her blouse and undressing in front of me? I couldn’t believe I broke whatever spell she was in and stopped her from exposing her bra clad tits to me. What the Hell is wrong with me? For such an incestuous pervert, I’m such a moron.

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