Illustrated

The Esses – Part 2

The Esses – Part 2
by
Jason Crow

The Esses

Part two
“Your guests have arrived,” Maria warned, tucking her phone away. My AI app had also sent a push notification to my phone, confirming their arrival. I gave her a timid but nervous nod in response.

I was currently dressed in my ‘businessy-informal clothes’ as Maria called it. Usually, when it would be just me lounging alone, I would wear sweatpants and a shirt. But this time, I wore jeans and a button-down shirt that my personal stylist had chosen for me. I didn’t want to feed into my sister’s image of me being a hermit, and it wouldn’t hurt to make a good first impression with my nieces.

“Let’s go and welcome them, then,” I suggested, trying to muster some excitement. While I was genuinely looking forward to spending a week with my nieces, meeting my sisters always seemed to be awkward and uncomfortable. As they emerged from the car, that familiar sense of unease settled in, and this time was no different—especially when Laura’s Prius rolled into view, its questionable paint job catching my attention.

Desperately attempting to distract myself, I observed the car’s back doors opening. Two young women stepped out, and for a moment, I found myself wondering where my nieces were. It took me a couple of moments to realize that the young women were, in fact, The Esses: Sarah and Sandra!

“Good thing I grabbed those coloring books,” Maria remarked, playfully nudging me in the ribs.

“Shut up!” I chuckled.

“Hi, Ron!” Lisa greeted me excitedly, running up and giving me an awkward hug.

“Hi, Lisa. Good to see you. How are you doing?”

“I’m okay… glad it’s finally over.”

After Laura and I said our hellos, the two young women walked up to me. Holy shit! I didn’t expect this. At almost thirteen, they had started to fill out in some of the good places but still had that innocence and youthful charm over them.

Both were wearing yoga pants that hugged their lower body snugly and showed off their shapely legs and boyish but extremely tight asses. Each of them wore a short shirt that hugged their young, developing breasts and showed off the better part of their tanned bellies.

I must’ve looked dumbstruck because Laura asked, “They’ve grown a bit since you last saw them, haven’t they?” I tore my eyes away and glanced at my sister’s massive grin. I nodded and said, “They sure have. Are you sure they want to stay with their boring old uncle?”

“Hi, Uncle Ronald,” they chirped in unison.

“Ask them yourself,” Laura laughed. They each gave me a tight hug, clearly excited to be here.

“You probably hate hearing old people say how much you’ve grown, but I barely recognized you two. You’ve turned into beautiful young ladies,” I said, making sure to look them in the eyes.

They smiled broadly at me and then exchanged a grin I couldn’t quite place. They grabbed each other’s waists, and Sarah said, “Yeah… we hear that a lot. And… thanks for having us over.”

“Of course! No problem! Glad to have you here,” I answered, avoiding Lisa’s eyes. “Hey, this is Maria. Go on in with her, and she’ll show you your rooms. I need to speak to your moms for a bit.”

Maria took them upstairs to show them their rooms, and my sisters and I headed inside for some coffee.

“You’ve really got an amazing place here, Ron!” Lisa said, and for the first time, I could hear that she genuinely meant the compliment about my house.

“Thanks.”

“Bill was always so jealous about you, and when- ” 

“Never mention your soon-to-be ex-husband again during this trip!” Laura interrupted her.

“You’re right. I’m sorry. But I should’ve been more supportive of you, Ronald. And I’m sorry things went the way they did,” Lisa said, and I could see in her eyes she was getting a bit emotional.

“Yeah… me, too. I hope you can forgive us, Ronald,” Laura said, looking guiltily at the floor.

This was totally unexpected. I always thought it was just my sisters being envious of me. Perhaps it was an easy way out for them by using their ex-husbands, but the fact that they apologized and that it sounded and looked sincere was more than I ever expected.

“It’s okay, I guess,” I answered timidly.

“No, it’s not. But from now on, we’re going to be there for you whenever you need us.”

And with that, my twin sisters got up and gave me a tight hug. This hug felt genuine, and the knot in my stomach was untying itself rapidly now.

During our coffee, I got all sorts of dos and don’ts regarding the girls. Sarah could be rebellious at times, and I should stand my ground when that happened. Other times, she might turn quiet. A little TLC could help then, but it would usually pass on its own. My sisters kept talking about what the girls liked and disliked. Laura also warned me about Sandra’s peanut allergy and handed me an Epi-pen with a brief instruction on how to use it. Her allergy wasn’t severe enough for a hospital visit, but she’d feel a bit sick and out of it when it happened. 

“Ronald, can I ask you something?” Lisa asked once their parental worries were addressed.

I shrugged with amusement, “Of course! As long as it isn’t money. I’m almost out.”

“Yeah, sure!” Laura snorted with a chuckle.

“Do you know any good lawyers? You know… divorce lawyers?”

I gave her the number of the law firm that represented me and promised I’d cover her costs. They weren’t cheap, but they had one of the best teams in the field. So far, I’d only needed them for my business, but I knew they had a fantastic family law department.

When Maria walked by with my nieces during the grand tour, I noticed the yoga pants and short, tight shirts again. I knew I shouldn’t be looking, but they looked mighty fine in them, and given that they were turning into young women, my instincts seemed to take over.

“They’ve grown a lot, haven’t they?” Laura asked with a proud smile on her face.

“They sure did! I had Maria go out and buy some coloring books, but that seems like ages ago now.”

My sisters laughed at my apparent ignorance about the girls and reassured me that they still behaved like little girls at times. However, in the blink of an eye, they would transition into acting all grown up.

“You’re in for a treat, big brother,” Lisa laughed.

“I guess. But… what’s with the yoga pants? Do I need to hire a fitness instructor?”

“No, silly!” Laura chuckled as she playfully slapped me on my arm. “Sarah started wearing them the moment Rick left me. He was kinda… strict on what she was allowed to wear, you know?”

“Yeah… Sandra did the same thing when Bill left us. Heck! If it was up to the Esses, they’d be running around naked!”

My sisters started laughing, and I laughed nervously with them. But I was troubled by a little voice in the back of my mind that found the idea of naked girls running around extremely interesting. I pushed the thoughts immediately away, but it was undeniably there for a brief moment. I wasn’t a perv! I’ve had sex with so many beautiful women, sometimes with three of them together. I was as normal as normal goes! Right?

“But don’t worry, Ron. I don’t think you’ve got to worry about that. They’re probably too self-conscious at this age that they’ll lock their doors if there’s anything they don’t want you to see.”

“Thank god!” I sighed exaggeratedly.

After pouring another round of coffee, I asked, “Why did you guys come to me, anyway?”

My sisters exchanged glances, and Laura said, “It was the girls’ idea. We’d been talking about you and… They wanted to see you and wanted to reconnect. I guess hearing their fathers complain about this beautiful place has something to do with that, too!”

“The few times they did stuff with Rick and Bill, it almost always ended in disappointment,” Lisa confessed. “They thought they were all rough and tough guys and wanted boys instead of girls. This always rubbed off on the girls.”

I nodded, starting to grasp the difficulties my sisters had to deal with more and more. By the time we finished our second coffee, Maria had come in with the girls. They walked over excitedly and sat down on the couch.

“This place is amazing!” Sarah excitedly said, tightening her blonde ponytail and exposing more of her tight belly as she did so.

The girls looked almost like identical twins. The main difference between them was that Sarah had blonde hair that hung just below her shoulders, whereas Sandra was a brunette with equally long hair. Other than that, they were the same. Small, A, maybe B-cup breasts, a nice tan, slightly muscular and soft bellies, and asses so tight that they could crush a walnut between the cheeks.

“Yeah!” Sandra chimed in, “And it’s huge! There’s even a big sauna downstairs.”

“And a private beach, a swimming pool, a big…” Sarah added but was interrupted by her mother.

“I know, hon! You won’t be bored over here. Don’t forget there’s also your uncle who needs some attention,” Laura said, smiling.

“But we made that pact…” Sarah said secretively.

“Oh, right! The pact. Almost forgot.” Laura said and looked at me, “They both agreed to only use their phones as little as possible. They won’t have to turn it in or anything, but they promised to keep the phone time as limited as possible.”

“Wow. Really?” I asked, surprised. Kids these days hardly seem to be able to leave their phones alone, so I was a bit skeptical. I wanted to give them the benefit of the doubt, so I tried to look impressed and said, “That’s cool!”

“Yeah,” Lisa added with a smile, “more time to bond…”

Sarah and Sandra exchanged another glance. I assumed they didn’t really want to be here with me, no matter what my sisters said. I thought maybe they had been more or less forced to come. They were excited about all the cool stuff my house had, so I guessed that’s where that glance came from. Despite this, I was sure we’d figure it out together. Besides, if we really wanted to, we could go through the week hardly seeing each other.

Everyone got to their feet. I figured this was the cue they were leaving. After tight hugs, some stern words to their daughters, and a couple of tears, they drove off. We waved at the car, and I was alone with two preteens for the first time in my life. I knew Maria was also still around somewhere, but she was professional enough to give us some space.

There was an awkward silence, and I knew I somehow had to break it. So I asked, “How are your rooms?”

“It’s great! But we decided we’d bunk together, so Maria helped us move the bed,” Sarah said with an adorable smile.

“Can we go swimming?” Sandra asked into the silence that followed, looking all hyped.

“Yeah! Can we?” Sarah added.

“I don’t see why not. I’ll go and slip into something more comfortable myself. Maybe I’ll join you outside.”

“So cool!” Sarah said as both girls raced upstairs.

My AI app told me Maria was downstairs in the laundry room, so I headed downstairs to find her. I wanted to hear her take on all this. I opened the door to the laundry room and saw she was ironing some of my shirts.

“What do you think?” I asked, noticing a smile on her face.

She placed another shirt on the ironing board and replied, “They’re clearly not eight-year-olds. Looks like they can handle themselves.”

“Yeah,” I said, rubbing the back of my head, “now I feel awful for canceling your vacation.”

“Don’t worry about that,” she said, though I sensed something in her voice. Was it anger? I wasn’t great at picking up subtle cues in people’s voices or body language, but there was definitely something there.

“I, uhm… I think I can handle them myself,” I said tentatively, watching her reaction.

She peered at me from under her black hair that hung in front of her face and said, “I think so too. I talked with them a lot during the tour, and they’re pretty mature for their age.”

An awkward silence settled in the room. After a moment’s hesitation, I made up my mind. I knew I could manage, and if I needed advice or anything, I could always call my mother. That call was long overdue, anyway. When it came to her granddaughters, I knew she’d help if I reached out.

“Come on. We’ll call my travel agent and book you that vacation. You’ll only miss a day, but there will be first-class flights and a five-star hotel to make up for it. What do you think?”

Maria looked at me, her expression stunned, but I could see her starting to nod. I smiled at her and asked, “Well?”

“Yes! That would be awesome, Ron! I’ll call my contact at the island so he can try to undo all the cancellations for the proposal I planned.”

“Great! Let’s do this!”

After a hug from Maria, we began making arrangements. A quick call to my travel agent secured the best flights and hotel before we knew it. It wasn’t cheap, but that didn’t matter one bit. Maria was helping me out, so I was glad to make it up with this vacation. It felt good to give her this after everything she’d done for me. 

* * *

“Isn’t that right, Ron?” Sarah asked, snapping me back to reality.

The girls were still lying on their bellies next to me, looking expectantly at me. When they noticed my confused look, they started giggling. I glanced at the pool and toward the ocean to see if I’d missed something.

“Your basement is connected to an old bomb shelter, isn’t it?”

“Uhm… I said, “Yes. Yes, it is. Why?”

Before they could respond, I heard the living room door slide open. We glanced over, hearing footsteps coming our way. I stood up straight and smiled as Maria approached us, wearing a massive grin. I knew I was the cause of that grin, and it made me feel warm inside.

“Thanks, Ron! I really appreciate you doing this for me!” Maria said and gave me a tight hug.

“Don’t mention it. There’s no better time than today, right?” I replied with a smile.

“Guess not,” she agreed, flashing a smile before making her way to the door to say farewell to the girls.

“Goodbye, Maria! And good luck,” the girls chimed in unison.

“Goodbye, girls. Hope to see you soon. Take care of your uncle, okay?”

I wished Maria the best of luck and insisted she’d keep me updated on her girlfriend’s response. As we exchanged goodbyes, I couldn’t shake off a faint feeling that maybe this wasn’t my brightest idea ever, but it was so fleeting that I brushed it aside.

I quickly changed into my swimming trunks and grabbed drinks and a small snack. When I came back outside, the girls weren’t lying on their bellies anymore but had turned to their backs and were rubbing sunscreen on their arms and legs. My eyes quickly glanced over their lithe, healthy bodies, and I couldn’t help but admire their beauty. My sisters had done a perfect job putting these kids on earth. This wasn’t sexual at all; I was genuinely proud of how nice they looked.

As I set down the tray with drinks on the table between the chairs, Sarah and Sandra scooted forward. Before I could stand up straight, they got to their feet and had pushed me backward into the pool. When I resurfaced, two young cannonballs landed right next to me, marking the start of some good old-fashioned roughhousing.

The girls teamed up, attempting to dunk me, and I found it challenging to stay upright. There was a lot of back-and-forth groping around as we attempted to get some grip. I grabbed a couple of boobs and asses, but the girls grabbed my ass a lot too, and there were more occasions of a hand on my dick than I could count.

“Oh, no, you don’t!” I shouted when Sarah dove under and grabbed my ankles. I managed to break free just in time.

Sandra then jumped on my back and yelled, “Nipple squeeze!” as her fingers gripped my left nipple.

“Be careful what you wish for,” I chuckled, grabbed her by her upper leg, and pulled her from my back. As she got free, I grabbed her ass to keep her afloat, but when I realized what I was holding, I quickly let go.

Both girls were underwater now, and I was constantly scanning the water to check where they were. I swam away just in time when I felt four pairs of fingers on my legs.

“Hey! Not fair!” Sarah exclaimed.

“Yeah! We almost had you!” Sandra added.

“Well… you’ll have to be quicker than that,” I said as I swam back to them.

“Oh, don’t worry. We’ll get you, alright,” Sarah said with her eyes down to narrow slits as if we were at some spaghetti western-style shootout.

“Not before I get you!” I screamed and lurched at them, both girls yelping excitedly as they barely managed to get out of my way.

But I made a stupid mistake here. I lurched too far, and the moment I got to my feet, I felt two young bodies clinging to mine. I tried everything I could to get them off of me, grabbing some ass and accidental pussy as I did this. But since it was during this roughhousing, I didn’t pay too much attention to it, and neither did they. 

Eventually, I had to give in. One of them started pulling down my trunks, and the moment I felt my dick pop free, I pulled it back up. But this mistake cost me dearly. Before I could even react, both girls launched themselves at me. Two pairs of boobs were pressed against my face, and the momentum of their launch put me off balance, and I got dunked back in.

As I looked up from under the water, I saw one of the bikini tops had shifted. Sarah’s red top no longer covered her breasts. My eyes were wide as saucers as I looked at her young, cone-shaped bare breasts. Two small but extremely hard nipples completed the spectacle in front of me. I could see they gave each other a high-five, and I tried to stay underwater a little longer to give her the chance to fix her wardrobe malfunction. At least, that’s what I told myself. I could hold my breath for this forbidden view.

Moments later, she corrected her problem, and I came up, exaggeratedly coughing and gasping for air. Both girls were giggling loudly, and I noticed Sarah didn’t even blush. I guessed she didn’t realize I saw her bare boobs.

“High five!” Sarah said, and Sandra responded immediately.

“Yeah, yeah…” I sighed in mock anger.

“Let’s face it. You can never beat us!”

“You two play dirty…”

They gave each other a look and excitedly nodded simultaneously. “Yup! That’s what we do. But we won, didn’t we?”

I didn’t want to make too big of a point of them seeing my dick and figured we’d leave it at this. So, I nodded and played along, letting them have their victory while silently plotting my eventual revenge.

We tossed a ball around and simply enjoyed each other’s company. Hanging out with them was effortless, and their positive energy made me feel they enjoyed my company, too. Yet, there was an indescribable tension I couldn’t quite understand. It had been a long time since I enjoyed being around others like this. I appreciated Sarah’s spirited nature. She wasn’t a tomboy, but she definitely knew what she wanted. Sandra, on the other hand, was a bit more timid but showed genuine affection towards me. Maybe I’m not such a hermit after all. Perhaps it all depends on the company.

As the sun began its descent, I suggested it might be a good time to wrap up our swimming session and head indoors. I hoisted myself out of the pool, grabbed my towel, and proposed, “How about I whip up my famous lasagna for dinner tonight?”

“Sounds perfect,” Sandra agreed, starting to dry off alongside me.

“I’ll lend a hand,” Sarah chimed in from the pool, casting a glance at Sandra. “You can hop in the shower in the meantime.”

“I wanna take a bath. Is that okay?” Sandra said.

“Sure! I’m making this lasagna from an old Italian recipe. This might take a while, so take your time!” I said as I wrapped the towel around my waist.

“Yes! I’ve never been in a bubble bath this big! Later,” she said and almost ran upstairs.

I followed her upstairs and showed her where everything was and how to operate the tub. And after a quick change back into my khakis and shirt, I headed back down to the kitchen. Sarah had already started working on cutting some of the vegetables. She’d tied the towel around her waist but seemed to push her chest a bit forward every time I peeked at her bikini-clad breasts.

“Smells good,” Sarah said as the sauce started to boil.

“Yeah. The trick is to let the water evaporate. It takes some time, but that’s what makes a good sauce. So, um… how’s it going?”

I knew it was a bit awkward to ask, but good conversations just weren’t my thing. I was good in bed and smarter than most people, but making small talk wasn’t my strong suit.

“Okay, I guess…”

“And the divorce?”

Sarah shrugged, stirred the sauce, and said, “Not too bad. It’s better for all of us, I think.”

I started buttering the dish and asked, “How come?”

“Well… Mom and Dad used to fight a lot. That’s over, so it’s more peaceful at home now. And Dad and I…” she sighed deeply, “He’ll never admit it, but I’m pretty sure he wanted a boy. And I’m… well… not a boy.”

She pressed her chest forward to emphasize her point, and I smiled emphatically at her. I knew I should say something reassuring about how he loved her no matter what, but like I said… I wasn’t that good at talking to people.

“Good thing you’ve got your mom.”

Her face lit up as I said this. “Yeah. She’s cool! A bit crazy, but cool!” 

We were making up the plates when Sandra joined us. Her damp, dark hair hung over her white t-shirt. Judging by the way her nipples tried to poke through her shirt, she wasn’t wearing a bra. And apparently, she felt at home enough to wear a shirt that ended just above her purple panties, showing off a small stripe of skin.

She saw me looking at her panties and asked, “What? It’s basically the same as a bikini! I forgot to pack my PJs.”

This wasn’t quite the same as a bikini, and she knew it, but I didn’t want to ruin the bond we were building, so I shrugged and said, “It’s okay. As long as you’re comfortable in it, I don’t mind.”

I knew my sisters said they’d run around naked if they could. But I thought they were just joking when they said this. It just never occurred to me they would actually do this. Sarah glanced at her cousin and smiled. She smirked, grinned, and replied, “Didn’t bring my PJs either. I guess you’d better get used to it.”

I didn’t want to make too big of an issue out of it, so I shrugged and exaggeratedly rolled my eyes, causing them to chuckle. Placing the plates on the kitchen table, I grabbed a bottle of Merlot that would complement the pasta nicely and sat at the head of the table. Both girls took their seats to my left and right, looking expectantly at me.

As I poured myself a glass, I sensed the tension in the air, two pairs of eyes regarding me questioningly, so I asked, “What?”

“Can we have a glass, too?” Sarah asked, catching me off guard.

“No!” I replied sternly, not expecting this question.

“But… Mom sometimes lets us have one,” Sarah persisted.

“And we’re almost thirteen, you know?” Sandra chimed in, adding her support.

“Exactly my point!” I retorted, then paused to consider. Suddenly, an idea struck me, and I couldn’t help but feel a bit clever. Suppressing a smile, I proposed, “I can text your mother and ask her…”

I anticipated the girls would back down, but to my surprise, they became even more enthusiastic. “Yes. Please do that!” they both answered eagerly. “She’ll let us. You’ll see!”

I shrugged, reached for my phone, and composed a message to Laura, asking if it was alright for the girls to have a glass of wine. Striving to maintain an open and non-judgmental tone, I reread the message twice before hitting send. I didn’t expect an immediate response, but almost instantly after sending it, my phone buzzed.

“NBD. R allowed to have 1. YOLO,” the text read.

Even though I didn’t entirely agree that it was no big deal regarding underage drinking, I also recognized that I wasn’t the parent in charge of making that decision. So, with a smile, I showed the girls the screen and quipped, “Guess I need to grab two more glasses.”

I took down two glasses with full round bowls but only gave each a half-pour. I handed them to the girls. We raised our glasses in unison, offering a simultaneous “cheers” as they clinked together.

I laughed at the face Sandra made. Sarah tried hard to pretend she liked it, but I could see the opposite was true.

“Never had a Merlot?” I chuckled.

“Well… No. We did have a… uhm… Mogen Davids?” Sandra said.

“Mogen David. That’s a sweet wine and not something I keep on hand, I’m afraid. This is a dry wine, more suitable for dinner like this.”

Sarah tried her best to keep up the pretense and questioningly said, “It’s… different?”

“It sure is. Shall I pour you another, sweeter wine?”

“Nah. This is fine,” Sarah said and took another sip.

After taking her first bite of the lasagna, Sarah said with surprise in her voice, “This is delicious!”

“Yeah! You’re an amazing cook!” Sandra chimed in.

“Thanks!” I replied, feeling a sense of pride and flashing a proud smile. While I knew I could whip up a decent meal, I seldom did so since it was usually just for myself.

“So…” I said into the silence that followed, “How’s school?”

“Oh boy…” Sarah said, rolling her eyes.

“Really? School?” Sandra asked in that typical schoolgirl tone.

“Uhm.. Sorry?” I said apologetically.

“Only old people want to talk about school. We don’t. Unless we’re talking about High School Musical!”

“Yeah… no matter how old that movie is, that Zac Efron sure is a hotty!” Sarah added.

“Okay. No school, then. Uhm… what movies do you like?”

Sarah thought for a second and said, “Nothing in particular. As long as it isn’t horror or fantasy.”

“Yeah. Me, too,” Sandra added, “Although I can enjoy a good slasher movie.”

“Nah… I hate the jump scares in those!” Sarah said as she shook her head.

“How about you?” Sandra asked as she looked at me.

“I hate to admit it, but I kind of like fantasy. I know it’s a bit geeky, but I find stuff like Lord of the Rings and Game of Thrones amazing!”

“Isn’t that the one with the brother and sister…” Sandra asked quizzically.

“Yup!”

“Wow… Really?” Sarah asked with disbelief on her face.

“I haven’t seen it, but heard a lot about it,” Sandra said.

“Well… the series is so much more than that. It’s got all sorts of layers in it. And politics, dragons, and knights…”

“And incest!” Sandra said, nodding to prove her point.

“And incest, yes,” I chuckled, “so we probably won’t be watching that one.”

Sandra and Sarah started talking about how much they enjoyed the Maze Runner movies. I was glad they did because I was running out of subjects to talk about. Apparently, the boys in those movies were hot. Almost without exception, judging by their excited conversation.

After clearing my plate and chatting with Sarah about the recipe, I noticed Sandra grumbling something beside me. Sarah’s eyes checked her out, and suddenly, they sparkled with excitement. Curious, I turned to Sandra and spotted a sizable glob of red lasagna sauce staining her white shirt right between her breasts. She looked at us sheepishly, prompting Sarah to burst into laughter.

“Now, that’s unfortunate,” I chuckled, trying not to laugh at her in her face. “I’ll toss it in the washing machine with some of Maria’s special soap, and hopefully, it’ll come out clean.”

“Oh, okay,” Sandra replied with a shrug, beginning to tug at the hem of her shirt, seemingly resigned to the situation.

It took me a second to realize what she was doing, but the moment the underside of her boobs came into view, I exclaimed, “What are you doing?!”

She stopped lifting her shirt, but there was still a hint of underboob showing. She looked expressionless at me and said, “You wanted to throw it in the washer, didn’t you?”

“Yes. But you can’t change in here! You’ll be topless.”

“Yeah. So?”

“I’m your uncle. You can’t just undress in front of me.”

“Why not? Haven’t you seen boobs before?” Sandra chuckled.

“I… well… yeah, I have, and I just have… but…” I started, feeling a bit awkward about having to explain myself.

“Then… what’s the problem?” Sarah interrupted, her tone curious.

“I… I think it’s inappropriate for us… You need to change in your room. I mean… I don’t want to get in trouble, and… it’s the right thing to do,” I managed to stammer, taken aback by this unexpected situation.

“Whatever,” Sandra sighed, clearly frustrated, and she got up, walking past me toward her room.

“At home, we walk around without clothes a lot,” Sarah said with a shrug, “We don’t really care that you see us, you know… like that…”

“I’m glad you trust me that way, but I… I just didn’t expect this. And I don’t want to be… it’s just that I… oh, I don’t know!” I said and sighed deeply, not knowing what to do about it.

“Don’t worry about it. It’s okay,” Sarah said, placing a hand on my arm, which was strangely comforting.

But the disturbing thing was that I found the idea of seeing their boobs strangely exciting. I still didn’t want to admit it, but the girls looked hot despite their age. But their age was precisely the problem. It was such a mental conflict for me, and then the girls started doing these things. If I hadn’t stopped her, Sandra would be sitting topless at the table.

“I dropped my shirt in the laundry chute,” I heard Sandra say behind me as she approached us again.

As she sat back down, she was still straightening her bright yellow tube top. I looked at her and noticed this was starting to get ridiculous! This tube top may have fitted her over a year ago, but now it was too short and too tight. And because of this, the fabric was stretched and basically showed her nipples as if there was no fabric there at all. The color of her small areolas was clearly showing, and her nipples tried poking through the fabric. The short top started under her armpits and ended about four inches above her belly button.

I contemplated saying something about it but ultimately decided against it, realizing it would only fuel her rebellious streak. So, I responded as casually as possible, “Fine. I’ll make sure to wash it later with anything else you two have.”

“I still think it’s stupid,” Sandra pouted, focusing on finishing the last bit of her lasagna.

I noticed Sarah shoot a glare at Sandra, and then an uncomfortable silence settled in. Sarah broke it with a nice suggestion, “Can we watch a movie in the theater later?”

This seemed to brighten Sandra’s mood considerably. She perked up and eagerly asked, “Yeah! Can we watch Poor Things?”

I hesitated for a brief moment. This was a movie with nudity and a liberal view about sex. I assumed that’s why they chose it. I briefly thought about texting my sister and asking for permission but figured she’d be clubbing by now and in no mood to answer me. And besides that, what was wrong with a bit of nudity, right? So, I replied with a casual, “Sure!” also relieved about the change of subject.

“Cool!” Sandra said with a smile, and I was glad to see the mood shift positively.

Sarah announced she wanted to take a quick shower, and I began clearing the table. As I reached for the last plate, I overheard the two of them whispering. I couldn’t catch everything, but two phrases caught my attention. When Sarah whispered, “Take it easy! Don’t push him,” Sandra muttered something I couldn’t quite make out. Although I lacked context for their conversation, it was the first time the notion that they might be hitting on me truly crossed my mind. I immediately dismissed this thought again because twelve-year-olds don’t do this, but the seed was planted and was here to linger in the background.

I’d just opened the dishwasher when Sandra walked over. My eyes were immediately drawn to her nipples, and I forced myself to look into her eyes. She smiled and said, “Lemme help you,” as she started putting the plates into the racks.

After we were done, she gave me a full-body hug and said, “I’m sorry, Unc- uhm, Ronald. I didn’t mean to offend you.”

“It’s okay. Just remember that I’m an old, single man who’s not used to having two beautiful girls walking around.”

She broke the hug and looked at me with a funny expression. “You think we’re beautiful?”

“Of course! You really look amazing! But this doesn’t mean you have to show it all to your old uncle,” I chuckled, “My poor heart isn’t ready for that.”

“You’re funny. But you’re not old!” Sandra smiled, playfully slapped me on my chest, and headed to the living room, my eyes glued to her magnificent panty-clad ass as she walked away.

After Sarah was done with her shower, we headed over to the theater room. Sarah was dressed in her blue panties and a gray shirt that ended on her hips. That way, her outfit was slightly less revealing than Sandra’s but still revealing enough to show off her assets nicely. I tried ignoring this, but it was more difficult than I would’ve hoped. I supposed I could just try to get used to it.

“This is flipping amazing!” Sandra said excitedly with delight as the projector flickered to life, illuminating the giant screen.

My theater room boasted a massive couch at the front with two rows of five theater seats behind it. Both the seats and the couch were covered with the traditional red plush, aligned stadium-style, just like those in a real movie theater. The girls opted to cozy up together on the expansive couch, which suited me just fine, considering it was arguably the best spot in the theater.

Taking my place at one end, Sarah and Sandra settled to my right near the other end. About halfway through the movie, after seeing a scene with a lot of skin and the hint of fucking between the main character and some random stranger, I paused it and casually asked, “Who wants some popcorn?”

Nods and cheers came my way, prompting me to switch on the popcorn machine and prepare three generous buckets. Upon my return, I found Sandra nestled up against Sarah, her back against her cousin’s side. Sarah had draped her arm over Sandra’s shoulder, her hand resting on her cousin’s belly. After passing out the popcorn, I resumed the movie with a press of the play button.

A couple of minutes later, I noticed movement in the corner of my eyes and glanced over. Sarah’s hand was now fully cupping Sandra’s right breast, and judging by the movement of her hand, it looked like she was massaging it. I turned my head back toward the screen, but I kept stealing glances.

They looked as if there was nothing out of the ordinary, but I did find it strangely erotic to see them act like this. Maybe it had something to do with the sexy movie we were watching, maybe because of seeing my nieces’ hot bodies all day now, but I grew hard watching them, and there was nothing I could do to stop it. After I adjusted myself so my emerging tent wasn’t too obvious anymore, I thought I saw them looking quickly away from what I was doing, but this was probably my imagination.

The way Sandra was lying with her knees pulled up, legs a bit apart, and with her ass toward me, I could see the obvious cameltoe between her legs clearly. And the moment I noticed the damp spot in her purple panties, I immediately popped a full-on boner.

Thankfully, they appeared oblivious to my prying eyes. When Sarah casually remarked, “That Harry guy is pretty hot, isn’t he?” I figured it was probably safe to continue looking. We continued watching for a while longer, but the movie had completely lost my attention by now. Thankfully, my boner had mostly gone down by now, so I fetched us some drinks, and as I took a sip of my beer, I almost choked.

“You’ve got a pretty big penis,” Sarah said out of the blue.

I continued to cough, struggling to regain my breath, flummoxed. They both stared back at me with innocent expressions as if they had just complimented me on my lovely eyes.

“I… I’m sorry!?” I stammered.

“Yeah. We noticed it in the pool when Sandra pulled down your trunks,” Sarah replied casually, confirming my suspicion that they had indeed been discussing me earlier. By now, I wasn’t that sure anymore if they weren’t checking me out when I adjusted my boner.

“Right. We’ve only seen pictures of a penis so far, but yours looked pretty big to us.”

Sarah’s hand was still on Sandra’s tit as they were talking to me. The damp spot appeared to be bigger, but I only saw it in my peripheral vision, and I didn’t dare to glance down.

“I, uhm… it’s… you weren’t supposed…” I attempted to respond, but I was so taken aback that I couldn’t form coherent sentences at that moment.

“Are you gay?” Sandra asked, her expression smug.

“You don’t ask such a…” I croaked, cleared my throat, and let out a determined, “No! I’m not gay!”

“Our moms thought you might be gay but were still closeted,” Sandra stated matter-of-factly.

“Well… I’m not.”

“Okay,” Sandra shrugged, and they both turned their attention back to the movie.

And that was that. I must have looked foolish sitting there, but apparently, the girls thought this was just normal conversation during a movie, and they didn’t even spare me a second glance. But… they both saw my dick! This realization sent a wave of panic over me. What if they told my sisters what happened? What if…

As my blood pressure went down a little, so did my panic attack. First of all, they pulled down my trunks. As I reflected on the situation, I realized that their perspective was simply different from mine, and they didn’t seem bothered by it at all. They viewed things in a way that I hadn’t considered before, and it dawned on me that I needed to accept them as they were and refrain from trying to change them. It was on me to adapt, not on them. And would that be so bad?

Once this realization settled in, I found myself able to relax and simply enjoy their company. After the movie, we watched a silly series on Netflix called Di4ries, which wasn’t exactly my cup of tea. Still, the shared comments and chuckles about its absurdity were enjoyable and helped relieve the tension I had felt earlier. And the cast was pretty cute, so it wasn’t too bad to watch.

The rest of the evening passed without incident, and as the show concluded, we made our way upstairs together. Standing in front of my bedroom door, the girls approached me, and each planted a peck on my cheek simultaneously.

“Good night, Ronald,” they chirped.

“Good night, girls. Don’t let the bedbugs bite!” I smiled before retiring to my room.

After I disrobed and crawled into bed, I jerked myself to a quick orgasm, my head filled with images of hard nipples, underboobs, tight asses, and damp cameltoes.

End of part two

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The Esses – Part 1

The Esses – Part 1
by
Jason Crow

The Esses

Part one
It was the third of September, the memorable day this all started. After I changed into something more comfortable, I headed upstairs toward the pool deck. I couldn’t immediately find the girls. And since I had been downstairs for almost an hour, they could have been anywhere. I had to remind myself that I wasn’t their camp counselor and didn’t need to watch them every minute. That’s when I heard their voices outside on the pool deck. Relieved that they were making themselves at home, I went to check on them. They had been swimming and were now emerging from the pool, their bodies dripping wet.

“Fuck me…” I mumbled under my breath.

The two bikini-clad preteens, with their glistening bodies, struck a nerve inside I never knew I had. But I didn’t want to have this particular nerve! These girls were about to turn thirteen, damn it! And they were family.

Sarah was wearing a red bikini, which matched her blonde hair perfectly. It hid everything nicely from view and was decent enough for a girl her age, but it did manage to accentuate her curves nicely. Sandra’s bikini was denim blue with a bit of purple around its edges. It was a bit skimpier than Sara’s, but she could still go to a public pool with it without gathering too much attention.

I acted like it was the most normal thing in the world for me to be around two scantily dressed preteen girls, and I did my best not to stare. I liked looking at women. I enjoyed beautiful women! But these two weren’t women yet; they were girls. They were probably oblivious to how they looked and what their effect on men could be. I didn’t need to gawk over them. No! I needed to help them and learn how to deal with their maturing bodies.

“Hi, Uncle Ronald!” Sarah said with a smile, “Your pool is amazing!”

“Yeah…” Sandra added, “But I’m so wet…”

Wait… what? What did she just say? I cleared my throat and rubbed the back of my head as I was looking for words.

“That’s the whole meaning of a pool, you dummy,” Sarah giggled.

“Uhm… yeah…” I tried, “water is wet, you know?”

“Jeez! I was just kidding,” Sandra said with mock annoyance as she wrung out her hair. “I’m looking for a towel.”

I breathed a sigh of relief and tossed her a freakin’ towel. Both girls dried themselves as I did my best not to look at their young breasts that were hidden by the small bikini tops. Their low-riding bottoms hugged their developing curves magnificently, and their bronzed skin showed no signs of any tan line either. I quickly needed to find something to do. Otherwise, I’d be busted looking at their bodies, and my life would be over. Okay, maybe not over, but I’d have a lot of explaining to do. So, I started checking on one of the umbrellas and made sure it was… well… still an umbrella…

“Uncle Ronald?” Sandra asked innocently behind me.

I turned around and saw that she was holding out a bottle of sunscreen in her hand. Yikes! They wanted me to apply that all over them? While a growing part of me was all in favor of that idea, a wiser part wasn’t sure about how good of an idea it was. I mean, I’ve done that for leggy models in this very spot, but for these two….? I tried distracting them by saying, “Please! Call me Ronald or Ron! That whole ‘Uncle’ stuff makes me feel old and saggy.”

“Okay, Un- Ronald. Would you mind helping us with our backs?”

“Yeah, please…” Sarah added as she lay down on her belly on one of the chaise lounges, “But you don’t look saggy to us, Ron!”

“No, not at all,” Sandra said as she handed me the sunscreen and lay down herself. “You’re quite handsome, actually.”

I didn’t know what to say or do. If I didn’t know any better, these two girls were hitting on me pretty heavily. But this was probably me, reading into something that wasn’t there, combined with the fact that I hadn’t gotten laid in almost a month. And there was no harm in applying sunscreen, was there?

“Alright! Who’s first?” I asked, trying to be as casual as possible.

“Do me,” Sandra said.

Oh, fuckI had to stop hearing these things in my adult mind…

She was lying closest to me, so I knelt beside her chair and squeezed some of the milky-white sunscreen onto my hand. Rubbing them together, I glanced down at her. She had turned her head towards me, wearing a warm yet mischievous smile.

As I reached out to apply the sunscreen to her shoulders, my hands trembled slightly. It felt a bit ridiculous—I was simply assisting her with something practical, nothing remotely intimate. Parents do this for their kids all the time. Nevertheless, I continued without dwelling on it, making sure to keep my touches purely platonic.

As I worked the sunscreen into her shoulders and back, I avoided any accidental brushes near sensitive areas. I wouldn’t accidentally want to touch some side boob or anything even remotely close. When I reached the top of her bikini bottom, she remarked with a playful tone, “You’ve got strong hands, Unc- Ronald!”

“Thanks,” I replied, feeling stupid for getting nervous about this. I grabbed the bottle of sunscreen, moved over to Sarah, and said as confidently as I could, “Your turn.”

It was the same routine with Sarah. But when I was at her lower back, she surprised me by untying her top and pulling the back strings out of the way.

“Can you please do that bit again? I don’t wanna get sunburned there.”

I swallowed when I looked at her bare back. It was really no different than it was a second ago, but with having that string untied… oh boy… I manned up and said, “Sure!” and rubbed her entire back again. I was trying to be as casual about this as I could, but my dick betrayed me when I felt it started to grow in my pants.

“There you go,” I said and oozed down on the spare chair next to Sarah.

“Why don’t you take off your shirt and chill a bit with us?” Sarah asked as she fixed her top and tied it back together again.

She was spot on. I really needed to unwind. I was currently wearing a white, short-sleeved shirt and loose-fitting khaki shorts, casual enough for me to chill with the girls. I knew I wasn’t bad to look at. Several other women had complimented me on my abs and pecs. I was far from buff but maybe even further from a typical dad-bod. This might have something to do with the fact that I wasn’t a dad and actually had time to work out. So I casually shrugged, slipped off my shirt, kicked off my boat shoes, and settled down beside my nieces on one of the chaise lounges. We engaged in some light conversation, and with each passing moment, I found myself sinking deeper into relaxation, basking in the warmth of the sun and the joy of my nieces’ company. I started thinking about how I had gotten into this unusual situation.

* * *

I had just wrapped up a Teams meeting with my financial advisors when my phone buzzed. Glancing at the screen, I let out a deep sigh. It was my sister calling, and history told me it wasn’t going to be good news.

“Hey, Laura,” I greeted with forced cheerfulness, attempting to conceal my annoyance.

“Hi, Ronald.”

Uh-oh. When she went for the full name, trouble was brewing. Judging by her tone, it was trouble with a capital T.

“I just got a call from Lisa. And believe it or not, she just announced her divorce too!” Laura said, a hint of amusement in her voice.

“Really…”

Not exactly breaking news. I didn’t see my sisters that much, but each time I did, I was amazed at how cold their marital relationships seemed. Lisa’s marriage had been on life support for ages, and Laura’s own divorce last month had practically telegraphed her twin’s imminent split.

Ever since I was a boy, my younger twin sisters have always copied each other’s actions. As identical twins, they considered it their prerogative. From the moment I first laid my eyes on them, I knew I was in trouble. They were four years younger than me, infinitely annoying, and had gotten themselves in trouble more than I can remember. I had to pull them out of a couple of tight spots numerous times.

“Yeah…” Laura continued, “She finally had the guts to tell that douchebag to go fuck himself.”

“Okay…”

I kept my responses short, a strategy I’d learned over the years to avoid putting my foot in it. Laura was clearly on a roll, and I had no desire to interrupt her venting session.

“So, as we were talking about that shitty husband of hers, we decided that we deserved a break.”

In typical drama queen fashion, she paused for effect. I simply said, “A break…”

“A break, yes! We were both married for thirteen years, and we think it’s time for us to party!”

“To party… Right. You do realize you’re thirty-six, and it’s a bit sad when divorced women your age start hitting the clubs?”

“We don’t care, Ron. We need to let off some steam, period.”

“Why are you telling me this?” I asked. It was obvious that something was up. She never calls me just to complain. She does that with Lisa. No, she wanted something.

After another dramatic pause, she dropped the bomb, “Because Lisa and I think it’s a good idea that you look after the girls for a while…”

“What!? No way! I’m swamped over here, and—”

“Bullshit! And you know it! We all think it’s good for Sarah and Sandra to see how a normal male role model behaves. And I know it’s a bit unsettling, but we think you’re the closest thing to a normal male for them.” 

“But… I don’t have a clue how to babysit two eight-year-olds!”

“They’re twelve, almost thirteen, Ron…” Lisa corrected me. “They practically look after themselves. You’re just there to make sure they eat and won’t accidentally set the house on fire. I… we… well… We think it’s good if you guys reconnect. It’s good for you, too, you know?”

I sighed audibly, but after another short break, Laura dropped another bomb, “And it’s only going to be for a week.”

“A whole week?” I exclaimed.

“Don’t be a pussy, Ronald. It’ll be over before you know it. Trust me.”

I knew I was cornered, but I wasn’t about to surrender without a fight. “I… I can’t! I’ve got—”

My sister cut through my feeble protests, “We’ll drop the Esses off tomorrow morning so we can catch our flight in time. Make sure you’re ready.”

I paused for a second, feeling deflated, and said, “I’ll ask Maria to prepare two bedrooms.”

“You’re the best, Ron! See you tomorrow!”

“Whatever.”

I hung up, feeling defeated. Why did my sisters still have this much power over me? Sure, I liked my nieces, but babysitting was not on my agenda. Yet, as I contemplated the impending chaos to my life, Laura’s words stuck, and a small part of me looked forward to actually reconnecting with the girls. And I did feel a bit guilty for keeping them at a distance. Granted, their husbands had something to do with that. Actually, quite a lot, if I was honest. But they were still my sisters, and I was the one who always blew them off with some lame excuse. Maybe this was the start of reconnecting with them. Who knows.

My sisters did everything together. When Lisa had her first real boyfriend at fourteen, Laura had one a week later. Laura announced her marriage about a decade later, so Lisa announced hers six weeks after that. When Laura was pregnant, it only took Lisa a month to proudly announce her own pregnancy. As a result of this, my nieces were born four and a half weeks apart from each other. When the kids were together, which was nearly all of the time, people always asked if they were twins since they looked and dressed almost identically. And since both their names started with an S, the nickname ‘The Esses’ was born soon enough.

But the last time I saw them, they were about to turn nine, and now they were almost thirteen. I knew I wasn’t the best uncle in the world, and I felt a bit guilty for not seeing them as much as I wanted, as I didn’t have any children myself. So, the idea of looking after them now wasn’t as bad as I wanted Laura to believe. I actually looked forward to spending some time with them, but I didn’t want Laura or Lisa to know this.

However, my life had changed significantly since I last saw them. I had developed an early AI and ML model that caught the attention of big tech. When one of them came knocking to buy this tech, I initially refused their offer – and it was a generous offer! But I just knew I could do better. So, after almost another year of tweaking and tinkering, I had the feeling it was done and ready to conquer the world.

I realized I couldn’t market this alone. And I knew this would be a difficult task. As I was talking to a friend about this, by some miracle, the planets aligned, and I received the most important phone call of my life.

Another big tech company had been following me for a while and was highly interested in my project. And they made me an offer I just couldn’t refuse. I’d be filthy rich overnight, and I’d also get a decent percentage of stocks from that firm. Best of all, I could keep using my tech to further develop stuff I’d find interesting, and we’d renegotiate the terms if I would produce something interesting enough.

After I received the payment, I bought a vast piece of land near the ocean. On this land, there was an old, abandoned bomb shelter, lots of woods, but also a small, private beach. Steep cliffs surrounded my private beach, so I could work on my laptop while lounging in the sun and looking at the ocean without being disturbed by anyone. I hired an architect to build me a house on the cliff with lots of windows and natural light so I could see both the sea and the woods from up there.

This house turned out even better than I’d envisioned. It had a massive basement carved into the rocks, which I’d transformed into my workshop, seamlessly connected to the bomb shelter through a series of tunnels. It had a cozy movie theater that could fit a small group of people. A spacious outdoor and indoor pool that appeared to blend into the cliff, creating the illusion of diving straight into the ocean. And, of course, a generous living room, a fully equipped kitchen, and an oversized garage for my other passion: sports cars. I’d automated everything with AI and smart tools, but I’d also brought on some staff to lend a hand. Being a forty-year-old single man in a house this big was both liberating and suffocating.

My hair had recently turned more into a salt-and-pepper-colored bush. Thankfully, it was still a full and thick bush of hair. Despite working mainly behind a desk, I’ve always had the intrinsic motivation to stay fit. Before I struck it big with my software, I used to hit the gym at least three times a week. Now, with my own gym at home, I worked out almost daily. Good genes helped, but I never aimed to be buff. I didn’t want a dad-bod, but I wasn’t aiming for huge muscles either. I was fit, especially for my age, and proud of the shape I was in.

Enter Maria, my housekeeper. She was a pretty woman, and despite my attempts at flirting, she politely turned me down, revealing she was a lesbian. Initially disappointed, I considered letting her go, but our dynamic turned out to be perfect. We share a more roommate-like relationship than the typical boss-employee setup, with no underlying tension. It’s a powerful bond that transcends the professional.

But I liked to be alone. My sisters always teased me for being a hermit, but living alone in this spacious mansion feels like paradise to me. Sure, there was a brief stint when I lived the playboy life, cruising into town in my flashy sports cars, picking up one or two beautiful women to indulge in a night of passion at my mansion. Threesomes and foursomes weren’t uncommon, but every departure left me feeling like a sleaze and downright miserable.

Maria was always frank with me, and after another night of endless sex where she’d find me on the couch in my underwear looking like shit, she confronted me and asked, “Why do you put yourself through this, Ron?”

“Do what?”

“You’re pretending to be someone you’re not.”

“I’m not trying…”

“Yes, you are. Admit it. You’re a loner. You don’t need people. Just embrace it and keep a small circle of friends. That’s all you need!”

“I… I don’t…”

“Think about it,” Maria advised before walking away.

Maria was something else. Despite not being on my payroll for that long, she could read me like an open book and never shied away from telling it like it was. The more I reflected on it, the more I had to admit it. She was right! I loved being alone! Society had this misguided notion that solitude was a sad state and that people should pity those labeled as loners. But truth be told, I could go for weeks without a soul around, and I’d still be in high spirits.

Once I fully embraced this realization, my life settled back into a comfortable routine. Sure, I’d venture out occasionally, but the days of bringing a woman home were now more like a once-a-month thing rather than the nightly extravaganzas of the past. And you know what? I loved it! Maria’s company was enjoyable, and Hank, my groundskeeper, was a hilarious guy who always found a way to have fun with me. So, yeah, life was good.

And then, there was this impending disruption. Two young girls about to turn my peaceful haven into a playground. I gave Maria a mission: go out and stock up on board games, coloring books, and anything else that might entertain little kids. She gave me a curious look and shrugged but ultimately went ahead and did as I asked.

When she returned, I knew we needed to have a difficult conversation. Maria had requested a two-week vacation to Hawaii with her girlfriend Anna, and Maria was planning to propose to her during the trip. But I couldn’t manage the girls on my own; I needed Maria’s help. My heart sank when I heard her open the front door.

“What’s up, Ron?” Maria asked, noticing my expression.

“Can you sit down, please?”

“Did I do something wrong?”

“No! No… it’s just that…” I sighed deeply, “I can’t manage the girls on my own for a whole week. I know it’s short notice, but my sisters…”

“So… I can’t go on vacation?” Maria interrupted.

“It’s… uhm… I don’t think so, no. I’m really sorry, Maria, but I just can’t.”

“Well… fuck,” she muttered, leaning back in her chair, looking defeated.

“I promise I’ll make it up to you, and I’ll cover all the cancellation costs. But I really need your help right now.”

After a moment of silence, Maria stared into the distance, then stood up and looked me in the eyes. “Okay. But you have to promise to listen to me and not be stubborn. I practically raised my sister and little brother, so I know what I’m doing.”

“Deal!” I said, feeling immensely relieved.

I chuckled at how she stood with her hand on her hip, like a true diva. I stood up to give Maria a firm hug.

She quickly broke the hug and said, “I’ll go and call Anna. Not sure how she’s going to take this.”

“Good luck! I’ll call the travel agency and cancel everything. If you need anything, just let me know!”

Maria grabbed her purse and handed me all the information I needed to cancel everything. It was the least I could do, and I felt grateful and relieved that she was willing to stay and help me out.

“But don’t think I’ll forget this,” Maria said, her eyes flashing with intensity. “I’m helping you because you’re a nice guy, and I don’t want to lose this job. But I’m furioso about all this.”

“I understand,” I replied, knowing her well enough not to push back at that moment.

“It’s always me,” she continued angrily. “You don’t ask Hank to come back from his vacation.”

“That’s different, and you know it,” I said carefully.

Her anger seemed to simmer down a bit. The fire in her eyes softened as she looked at me and said, “I know. But it’s just…”

“I get it. And you have every right to be angry with me. But I promise I will make it up to you!”

“I know you will.”

With that, she turned and walked away from me. I had never seen her so upset before, and for a moment, I feared she might resign. Thankfully, her fiery Mexican temperament didn’t completely take over at that moment. 

End of part one

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Date Night Discovery

“What are you looking at?” I asked, a bit snarky, as I noticed a guy staring at me from the bar. The man seemed like a typical hillbilly, so full of himself that he resembled a cartoon version of him. Despite his attempt to undress me with his eyes, I was here just to get hammered with my roommate and best friend, Gemma, and had no interest in him. However, when I checked on Gemma, I found her in a corner, kissing a guy whose hands roamed over her body. Great!

Gemma and I often went out together, and it wasn’t unusual for us to end the night separately, each going home with someone. Since I was twenty-five and she was a year older, we felt free to do as we pleased and had no problems doing so. We even ended up in bed together after a wild night, but we both agreed that we enjoyed the company of hot guys a lot more.

Finding attractive guys on a Saturday night like this wasn’t a challenge for us. We basically looked the same. Firm C-cup boobs that we loved to accentuate with loads of cleavage, smooth muscular bellies, and tight asses showcased in either tight jeans or short skirts. The only difference was Gemma’s blonde hair compared to my dark-brown locks. Currently, my hair cascaded in loose curls around my shoulders, though during the day, I usually wore it in a ponytail.

The hillbilly, who had been eyeing me, walked over. I sighed deeply, not in the mood to reject another guy, when I noticed someone else checking me out. He appeared a bit younger, and I even doubted if he was allowed to drink yet.

However, he looked amazing standing there. He was tall, blonde, had piercing blue eyes, and a tight white T-shirt showcasing his muscular chest and bronzed skin. I winked at him and put my hair behind my ear, signaling my interest. He responded with a warm smile, and I knew I had him hooked.

“Hi. I have to ask you… Are you a parking ticket? Because you’ve got FINE written all over you,” the guy who was eyeing me earlier said as he got close to me.

I looked at him as he checked me out from top to bottom. He looked at me as if I was a piece of meat, his face smug about his opening line. I opened my mouth to tell him to go fuck himself when the guy in the white T-shirt appeared.

“Really, dude? You think that kind of cheesy line will work on such a beautiful lady?”

“I… uhm…” the hillbilly stammered.

“Wanna dance?” the guy in the white T-shirt asked, extending his hand.

“Love to!”

We hit the dance floor, dancing for a few minutes before finding ourselves talking at one end of the room.

“I’m Steve,” he said, smiling broadly, and asked, “You want some pickup lines?”

I shook my head, but he didn’t wait for an answer. With a massive grin on his face, he began. “If I could rearrange the alphabet, I’d put ‘U’ and ‘I’ together.”

“Oh boy…” I said, laughing loudly.

“Don’t worry. There’s more where that came from,” he chuckled, “Like… Well, here I am. What are your other two wishes?”

“Jesus…”

“Are you a magician? Because when I’m looking at you, you make everyone else disappear!”

“Stop it!” I laughed.

“I think your father is a thief! He stole two stars from heaven and put them in your beautiful eyes.”

He continued with pickup lines as if I wasn’t even there, a straight face intact. By now, I was laughing loudly and playfully slapped his chest.

“I’m not usually religious, but when I saw you, I knew you were the answer to my prayers.”

“I mean it! Stop it!” I said and kept my hand on his chest, enjoying the feeling of his muscular pecs under my fingers.

“I didn’t think anyone would actually use these lines anymore. That guy apparently didn’t get the memo.”

I wiped a tear from my eye and said, “Guess not. Thanks for saving me. I’m Carol.”

This was the start of a fantastic evening. We drank some drinks. Well… we drank a lot, actually. I learned that, according to his fake ID, Steve was twenty-one. But he actually was only nineteen. This put me off at first because I never went to bed with a guy this young.

But the more we talked and drank, the more attractive he became. He was sophisticated, funny, well-dressed, and simply looked like a young Adonis. I lay my hand on his jeans as we started kissing and slowly moved it toward his crotch. He didn’t object, and when I cupped the bulge in his pants, I was surprised by how well-endowed he felt.

“Wanna go to my place?” I asked, feeling the urge to get him inside me and ride his cock like a cowgirl.

“Sorry! I can’t,” he said, noticing my disappointment. “But we can go to my place if you want.”

“You’ve got your own place?”

“Well… not exactly. I still live with my parents. And my little brother is home alone now. I promised my dad that I’d watch him.”

“Oh…” I said, looking disappointed again.

“Don’t worry. He’s twelve and won’t bother us. I promise! And I think we can have a lot of fun together.”

He leaned in, nibbling on the sensitive spot under my ear, his hand moving up over my leg and under my skirt. The moment his fingers brushed over the laced front of my tiny string and his teeth gently scraped my neck, I was a goner.

“Let’s go,” I hoarsely said.

Steve ordered an Uber, and we headed out. As we stood outside waiting, I checked my phone and saw Gemma had sent me a text saying she was at our apartment with the guy she had met earlier. During the ride, Steve couldn’t keep his hands off me. I wasn’t a prude, but seeing the driver’s eyes constantly checking us out in the rear-view mirror was a bit of a turn-off. Despite that, I didn’t mind him squeezing my boobs every now and then.

We stopped at a huge mansion in a part of town I rarely visited since it was reserved for the wealthy. After my recent unemployment, I had even fewer reasons to be there.

As we walked toward the front door, I was amazed by the fantastic house Steve lived in. Okay, it was his father’s house, but still. It was modern, white with black accents, and the way the lights made it stand out in the night gave it a ‘fuck you, we’re loaded!’ vibe.

In the living room, the table in front of the TV was littered with a half-full pizza box, empty soda bottles, ice cream packages, and other stuff I couldn’t make out. But before I could take a good look at it, Steve was all over me.

As we went up to his room, I was stunned by how big this place was. But Steve was very good at keeping me occupied, so before I knew it, we were inside his room. I didn’t waste any time and dropped to my knees. After I unbuckled his pants and pulled them down, I sucked in a breath.

Inside his white Calvin Klein boxers, a monster tented out the fabric. I couldn’t wait to see it, so I pulled the black waistband forward and freed his hard cock. It stood at a forty-five-degree angle from his hairless groin, and the seven, probably eight inches of throbbing meat was something I’d only seen in porn so far.

It was the first time I had sex with a guy who’d shaved himself. Somehow, this turned me on even more. I’d always thought it would feel like having sex with a little boy, but now that I looked at this massive cock on a hairless groin, I felt a tremble inside my cunt. I didn’t waste any more time, licked my lips, and eagerly went down on his massive pole.

It turned out that he knew how to use his tool! After I sucked him off for a while, cramping my jaws in the process, he entered me. Thankfully, he did it with care because I haven’t felt this stretched before. But once he started going, he was like the energizer rabbit. He came quickly, which he later blamed on my more than excellent blowjob. But after he came, he stayed hard and just kept on going.

We fucked for almost an hour, but after he came for the third time, it was over. I only managed one orgasm during this fucking frenzy, and that was when he went down on me. He was just too big for me to really push me over the edge. But maybe the alcohol had something to do with that, too.

“You’re staying the night?” Steve asked as he lay down next to me.

“If you don’t mind…”

“Of course not.”

We pulled up the thin bedsheets, each on our own side of the bed. Steve yawned loudly, and before I knew it, I was out like a light.

* * *

“Steve?”

I opened my eyes, and it took me a moment to realize where I was. Steve was lying to my right with his back toward me and didn’t move.

“Steve?”

I lifted my head and looked at the door. There, in the dim hallway light, was a smaller copy of the guy who was lying next to me. He was standing there in just his bright-green boxer briefs, looking helplessly into the room.

“Get lost, Bri,” Steve grumbled next to me.

“But…”

The boy sniffed and looked so vulnerable as he stood there. But at the same time, I couldn’t help myself and let my eyes roam over his boyish body. I liked how his hairless body almost radiated in the hallway lights. This only lasted for the lesser half of a second, but I couldn’t deny it happened.

“I had a bad dream, and… my tummy hurts,” he softly said and sniffed again, “can I sleep with you?”

Steve didn’t respond, and I heard his breathing deepen, and he was asleep again.

“Well, that’s a dick move,” I thought to myself.

The boy shifted his weight from one foot to the other and was about to turn around. I was completely naked under the sheets, so I hesitated for a moment. But looking at his smooth, tight body and the thought of feeling it next to me triggered something inside. I didn’t want to admit it, but I found this young boy extremely interesting. And I blamed my motherly instincts for wanting to comfort him.

So, right before he turned around, I whispered, “Hey, kid! You can come over here if you want.”

His face lit up, and he strained his neck to see who I was. After a couple of seconds, he stepped into the room, tiptoed around the bed, and stood next to me. My eyes landed briefly on his crotch, and I was impressed by the bulge in his underwear. What was wrong with me? This was a freaking kid!

“Who are you?” he asked softly.

“I’m Carol. A friend of your brother. Who are you?”

“I’m Brian,” he said, and a sly smile spread across his face, which was an odd contrast with his puffy eyes.

“Lemme scoot over so you can get in.”

I turned to my left side so my back was toward Steve’s. I moved back a little and lifted the sheet a bit as an invitation for Brian to get in. I was careful to not lift it too high. He caught on and crawled into the bed with his back toward me. I draped my arm over his midsection and kissed his hair. He smelled like a mix of popcorn and axe body spray, which brought a smile to my face.

He scooted backward so his back was pressed against my front and chuckled. I felt my hard nipples press against his shoulder blades, but surprisingly, it didn’t bother me one bit.

“You’re naked,” he whispered secretively as if he told me something he wasn’t allowed to know.

“Yeah… didn’t bring my PJ’s with me.”

“Did you do… sexy stuff together?”

“That’s kind of a personal question,” I said and stroked the soft skin on his chest, “but, yeah. We did.”

“I thought so. I heard you guys earlier. Wha- OW!”

He cramped up and pushed his body firmer against mine. I felt sorry for the kid and tried soothing him by kissing him on his cheek.

“It’s my tummy…” he whined.

My hand moved down from his chest to rub him over his belly. Feeling his soft, velvety skin under my fingertips was something I’ve never felt before. Usually, there’d be hairs down there one way or the other, but this boy’s skin was as smooth as a baby’s ass. Feeling his developing muscles was a weird contrast, but I absolutely loved how it felt.

“Better?” I asked as I gently rubbed over his belly.

“I guess…”

“What’s wrong with your tummy?” I asked after gently rubbing it for a while.

“Dunno.”

“Did you eat too much ice cream, maybe?”

“Maybe…”

“Probably…” I chuckled.

“Steve lets me eat what I want as long as I don’t tell Mom or Dad.”

“I see. And where are your parents?”

“Mom is at a tennis tournament somewhere in Florida with her teacher. And Dad is on another business trip with his secretary.”

Oh wow! It can’t be more cliché than this. Filthy-rich parents pretending to be married but screwing around as much as they want. And their kids need to figure it out on their own. I felt sorry for the boy lying in front of me.

“Steve was supposed to watch me, but I don’t need a babysitter anymore. Had my birthday last month, and now I’m already twelve, you know?”

“I see. You’re a big boy”. I can tell.”

“Yeah… He does this all the time. Every Saturday evening, he buys me pizza and stuff so he can go out and find a girlfriend. He usually does…” Brian said and giggled as I put a finger in his belly button, ”Usually not as nice as you, by the way.”

It didn’t bother me one bit that Steve slept around like this. I did precisely the same, and we both knew what was happening here.

We were quiet for a few moments. As I rubbed his soft belly, an evil little voice whispered inside my head. It was wondering if this sweet boy was this soft and smooth everywhere… I dismissed this thought at first, but it just kept coming back, no matter how hard I pushed it away.

As if my hand had a mind of its own, it moved down and brushed the skin right along the elastic waistband of his boxers. I didn’t know what it was, but I just had to know. My fingers moved to the side of his little body, and right below his hipbone, his boxers had a tiny bit of space between his skin.

“How’s your tummy?” I whispered.

“A little better.”

I slid my fingers under the elastic waistband and moved them toward his front. They were still just under the waistband, but I wanted to see how he reacted to this.

I loved how his silky-smooth skin felt under my fingertips, and I whispered a soft “Good” into his ears.

“Yeah. Your fingers feel really good.”

As he said this, I slowly moved them down and rubbed my fingers in the same circular motion over his skin, just as I did on his tummy. I hoped this would keep up the pretense of helping him as I was aiming for my goal.

Further and further down I went. By now, I must be low enough to feel something, but he was still completely bare. The circles I was making with my fingers were smaller now, and a tingle shot through my pussy as I realized I was rubbing the pubic area of a twelve-year-old boy. I never knew I wanted this, but as I went down this path, I was amazed at how excited I was.

My heart was beating in my throat, and my pussy was slippery as hell by now. I was still a bit sore from being pounded by Steve’s big cock, but this quickly got to the background as my excitement grew.

When I accidentally brushed against the base of his boydick, he softly sucked in a breath. I didn’t want to overstay my welcome here or scare him off, so I moved a bit upwards again and whispered a soft, “Sorry.”

“It’s okay. This feels nice.”

I needed to divert the attention away, so I asked, “What was your dream about? I heard it helps to talk about your dreams.”

“Two big spiders were chasing me down an old house. Then I ran outside, and the garden was one big graveyard,” he whispered and took a deep breath.

“Sounds scary,” I said and kept making small circles with my fingers over his bare pubes.

“As I was running towards the gate, zombies came crawling out of the graves. I kept on running, but I tripped. And that’s when the zombies got to me. One of them bit me in my neck, and that’s when I woke up.”

“Poor boy… Think you can sleep now?” I asked and kept on moving my fingers around.

“I guess so…”

“Let’s try and get some sleep then, okay?” I said, kissing him on his ear and keeping my fingers inside his underwear.

“I was afraid you’d send me away…”

“Of course not. You can stay with me for the rest of the night.”

“You’re cool…”

“You too,” I chuckled.

I got comfortable, but I kept my hand where it was. I could relax my arm since my fingers were held in place by the elastic waistband. I felt the warmth of his young body against me, his soft, hairless skin under my fingers, and I knew, deep down, that I had tapped into some deep, hidden desires I never consciously realized I had.

His body relaxed in my arms, and his breathing deepened. I squeezed my legs together to release some of the building pressure and felt the long night and alcohol pushing me down to the land of the sleeping.

“Maybe it’s just the alcohol,” was the final, comforting thought thatshot through me right before I drifted off.

* * *

I felt a hand on my shoulder and movement behind me. I was still lying there with the twelve-year-old boy pressed against my naked body with my hand inside his underwear. But when a muscular chest pressed against my back, I felt a bit of panic.

“Hey,” Steve whispered, “I see you met Brian. Would you mind looking after him for a couple of hours?”

I turned my head to look at him and must’ve looked confused.

“He’s a good kid, but I’ve… I’ve got somewhere I need to be,” he said and showed his phone to somehow make his point.

“Uhm…” I mumbled, still half-sleeping but already excited to be alone with him.

“I’ll pay you!” he blurted, pressing his lower body against mine, “One way or the other…”

His seductive smile did nothing to me now. Last night, it had gotten me instantly wet, but seeing it now and feeling his soft, massive dick against my back, did absolutely nothing. I was feeling tired and wanted him to leave as quickly as possible, so I whispered, “Sure. No problem.”

“Thanks! You’re a lifesaver, uhm…”

“It’s Carol.”

“Thanks, Carol! Later.”

He gave me a kiss on my cheek and got out of bed. He was moving fast, and I figured it must be something important. In my arms, Brian slept like a baby and didn’t even flinch as the bed shook.

But I was instantly awake when I felt something brush against my fingers. It was a very brief contact, but a touch that made my pussy quiver. This was his little stiffie! And it was incredibly close to my fingers!

Now, I was fighting a mental battle about what to do. The sensible part of me told me I should pull my hand out of his undies. But the naughty part of me had to know what he felt like in the dick department. And that’s when I felt it touch my finger again.

I didn’t know what it was that pushed me over the edge. I was well aware that it was a million kinds of wrong to touch the dickie of a barely twelve-year-old boy. But somehow, it was different with this boy. At least, that’s what I told myself.

Ever so carefully, I moved my fingers upward. Almost immediately, I touched the skin of his shaft. The radiant heat coming from it wasn’t at all different from a grown man’s dick. I softly traced my fingers around the shaft so I could touch the underside and size him up properly. As I did this, I had goosebumps all over my body, and my pussy was instantly sopping wet again. But I didn’t care. I had a goal.

Once I had my fingers on the underside of his stiffie, I moved them down towards his balls. When I felt his dick move inside his body and his sack started, I stopped moving down. It was difficult to move further down without moving my body and wake him. And I wasn’t here for his little balls. I wanted to feel what he was packing.

I took a breath to steady my nerves and moved my fingers. My thumb and index finger were at each side of his shaft, and my middle finger was in the middle. I didn’t know what to expect when I started sliding upward. Two, maybe three inches of throbbing boy meat?

I slowly moved my fingers, savoring every piece of him and careful not to wake him. My pussy contracted sharply when it really dawned on me what I was doing. The moment I reached his cut glans, I realized he was big. It was probably four, four-and-a-half inches without his cock head. He was made from the same gene pool as his massively hung brother, so it shouldn’t be a surprise. But this only added to the youthful sexiness this boy oozed. 

I was careful around his glans because this was his most sensitive spot, and I definitely didn’t want to wake him and explain what I was doing. But there was just one more thing I had to know. So, I wrapped my fingers around his shaft and gripped it. I was only touching it and careful not to squeeze or stimulate it in any way. I was surprised by its slenderness. Because of his brother’s monster between his legs, I had expected the same here. But he clearly had some growing to do in the girth department. I didn’t care. I fucking loved his long, slender cock in my fist. And at that moment, I didn’t care that it belonged to a young boy.

This soft, sexy body in my arms had unlocked a part of me that I knew had always been there but hidden deeply away in the crypts of my core. I had just pushed it away every time it roared its ugly head. But the smooth, shaven body of his brother and this young adolescent sexiness in my arms were just too much. It had blown off the lid from this part of my soul, and it would never get back on. There was no more denying. I loved boys!

This epiphany didn’t upset me as much as I expected. I had always known. I was just too chicken to accept this fact. But now that I did, I didn’t know what to do with it. Should I jack him? Should I wake him and let him fuck my brain out? Should I do nothing and hope my feelings will go down eventually?

After giving it some thought, I figured it was probably best to do nothing. My female body was a weapon here. This boy was probably curious about girls and women, and I would use that to my advantage. It was best to let him set the pace here. But this didn’t mean I had to let go of his hard boydick! If he’d wake up and have a problem with it, I could always say it happened in my sleep and get away with it.

I figured I might try and get some sleep. Not that I’d be able to sleep like this, but there was no harm in trying. I gave it a gentle squeeze, and it tried twitching in my fist. He didn’t move a muscle, and I smiled broadly. I couldn’t control myself and did it again with the same result.

I resisted the temptation to do more and settled in again despite knowing it was probably useless.

* * *

I was startled by the movement next to me. My arm was still draped over Brian’s body, and my hand was on his hip now. My underarm was on his pubic bone, but I couldn’t feel his dick. I panicked for a moment. Did he wake up with my fist around his stiffie? But since he was still living here and not squirming away from me, I was probably okay.

He softly chuckled. I could hardly hear it, but I felt his body shake a little as he did. I fluttered my eyes and opened them. Seeing his angelic, Adonis-like face in the golden morning light made my heart melt instantly. His eyes were locked on my chest, and he didn’t even realize I was awake.

Inside his underwear, there was movement. As he was checking out my boobs, he grew hard. Before long, I felt him press against my underarm. I didn’t move and made sure to feel as much of his boner as possible.

When he chuckled again, I asked, “What’s up?”

“Your boobs are showing.”

“So?” I asked and moved my body a bit so my arms weren’t in the way anymore, and he could see them better. As I did this, my hand rested right on his boner. But he was so focused on my tits that he didn’t even notice.

“I’ve never seen boobs before.”

“You can look. I don’t mind.”

“They’re cool.”

“Thanks!” I said, hesitated for a moment, and said, “You can touch them if you want.”

“Really?” he asked, and his face lit up.

His boner twitched violently under my fingers, but he didn’t seem to notice. Because my hand was touching him in its entirety, I could size him up even more accurately. One thing was clear. He was big for his tiny frame!

Reluctantly, I lifted my hand from his underwear-clad boner and turned to my back to give him all the access he needed. I smiled warmly at him as he looked nervously at me. He extended his hand, and I saw it was shaking a bit, which was adorably cute. But the moment his hand touched my right boob and he squeezed it softly, all the cuteness was gone. The electricity that shot through me went from the back of my spine straight into my sopping wet cunt.

This pubescent boy feeling me up was incredibly sexy, naughty, and forbidden at the same time. I absolutely loved it and wanted nothing more than to keep this up.

But Brian didn’t need encouragement. He was bold enough to fondle my boob and switch to the other one without me urging him on. He started toying with my rock-hard nipple, squeezing it gently. I let out a soft moan as he did this, and he looked worriedly at me.

“Did I hurt you?”

“No. Not at all!” I said, smiling warmly at him, “This feels really good.”

“You’re so soft…” he whispered to no one in particular and continued feeling me up.

I loved what he was doing to me. But I was so horned up by now that I wanted to take this a step further. So, with my foot, I started sliding down the bedsheet. Brian didn’t notice and just kept squeezing my boobs. I glanced down, seeing I was lying there completely naked now without the sheet covering me. He was lying there in his bright green boxers, with an unmistakable tent inside.

As if he snapped out of a trance, he looked down at my body and whispered, “WOW!”

“If you want to, you can also touch me there. I don’t mind,” I said as casually as possible.

He swallowed audibly, nodded, and moved his hands over my belly toward my pussy. He didn’t take it slowly. He had a goal, and he wanted it now. But his fingers felt electric on my skin, nevertheless.

“You’ve got hairs down there,” he said as he brushed his fingers over the top of my neatly trimmed Brazilian.

“Yeah,” my trembling voice managed to croak.

I was having a hard time keeping it together as this small Adonis explored my most intimate parts.

“Steve doesn’t have hairs,” he said, his hands going lower and lower, exploring every inch between my legs, “he shaves it.”

“I grpg-“ I groaned as he brushed over my lips. I cleared my throat and calmed my nerves. “I know. I noticed last night.”

“Right…”

After a couple of moments, he perked up, lifted his head to look at me, and excitedly asked, “Hey! I’ve got a couple of hairs now. Wanna see?”

Did I want to see? Really?! This adorable innocence was new to me, but it reminded me he was still just a boy.

“I’d love to!” I answered, equally excited, without sounding creepy.

A strange emptiness washed over me when he let go of my body and turned to his back. But I knew I was in for a treat, so the emptiness quickly made way for excitement. He pulled down the front of his boxers and exposed his bare pubes. I felt my mouth water as I looked at his groin.

“See?” he said proudly.

Beside his sexy, slightly muscular belly with bare pubes and the hint of his dick’s base, I didn’t see anything. Not a single hair was there. He must’ve seen me looking because he softly said, “You’ll have to look closer…”

He didn’t have to tell me twice! I moved in closer, and as my face was inches away from his groin, I smelled a sweet, musky scent I came to love so much after I smelled it for the first time on this young stud.

“Here!” he said and pointed at a barely noticeable blonde hair right above the base of his dick.

I had to stifle a giggle but nodded enthusiastically to put him at ease. I started feeling bold, extended my fingers, and touched it. I noticed a tiny other one and rubbed it, too.

“Here’s another one.”

“Cool!

An idea popped up as I felt myself grow slipperier by the minute. So, I looked him in the eye and asked, “Want me to check your balls?”

This made him visibly uncomfortable, and I knew I had to act quickly. I smiled my warmest smile and said, “You’re getting bigger now, so there might be some hairs down there now.”

“But… I…”

“Don’t worry,” I said soothingly.

I didn’t give him time to think and started pulling at the legs of his boxers. He didn’t protest or stop me, but he wasn’t actively helping me either. But I didn’t care. I had to see him. All of him. I made up my mind then and there that I’d do everything I could to teach him how to have sex with a woman. And I was going to be that woman!

The moment his boxers got caught under his ass, he lifted his hips, and they slid down halfway past his upper legs. My eyes immediately went to his hard boy cock between his legs. And I was genuinely impressed. I’ve been fucked by grown guys smaller than this barely twelve-year-old boy. Up until now, I only had a mental picture of it by using my fingers. But now I saw him in all his glory, and I could see he was five inches from his cut tip to his base. His shaft was as thick as my thumb, which only accentuated his length. The small, marble-sized balls inside his hairless sack completed this sexy stud next to me.

I pulled his boxers off completely before he could stop me and drank in the sight. He looked insecure and vulnerable but also sexy as fuck lying there for me to play with. I kept up the pretense of checking his sac and let my fingers roam all over it and the base of his dick.

“You’re really a big boy!” I said hoarsely and wrapped my hand around his shaft.

“Aaahh!” he grunted.

I smiled at his reaction. I was probably the first person besides himself ever who ever touched his boner. I moved my hand upward, and he whimpered softly as I did this.

“You like this, huh?”

He nodded vigorously as I slowly moved my fist up and down over his slender erection. He fitted perfectly in my fist, and I was amazed at how sensitive he was, especially around his blunt dickhead. He was rock-hard, and as it slid through my fist, I knew then and there that I needed him to fuck me. But if I’d let him enter me now, he’d probably last only a few seconds. I needed him to cum first, so we could both enjoy his devirgination to the max.

All my inhibitions were gone by now. I was going to fuck this boy’s virginity away, and I’d make it count! Before I knew it, my lips wrapped around his dickhead, and I tasted his sweet but still boyish musky taste of his dick. There was a hint of saltiness mixed with the sweet bitterness of a day without a shower. I abso-fucking-lutely loved it!

“Wha- what are you… ooohhh…” Brian moaned as he realized what was happening.

His long, slender cock fitted perfectly in my mouth. It was long enough to hit the back of my throat and thin enough so I could work my tongue the way I wanted. Every time I lapped over the underside of his cock head, he squirmed and moaned louder. This kid was experiencing all sorts of new feelings he couldn’t place, but he clearly loved every second of it.

I moved my hand from the base of his young cock and started toying with his lovely little balls. The squirming and moaning got even more intense as I did this, and I heard his breathing getting shallower. Good!

His balls pulled up in his sack, a clear indication he was about to cum. In the corner of my eye, I saw his hands gripping the sheet and his knuckles white from clenching his fists.

His ass lifted off the bed, and he started fucking my mouth. He was rapidly approaching the point of no return, and I wondered if this was his first-ever orgasm or not. And was he able to shoot cum or not? If he could, what would it taste like?

All these thoughts shot through my head as I gave this cute little blonde his first-ever blowjob. And when he whimpered, “Stop! I’m… gonna… pee…” I knew it was his first. And I was the one to give it to him! He’d remember me forever, and an incredible sense of pride and power washed over me.

He tried squirming away from under me, but I didn’t let him. I doubled my efforts, and a moment later, his thin boy cock thickened in my mouth. A high-pitched groan filled the room, and when his dick started kicking in my mouth, my pussy contracted sharply, and I almost came without touching myself.

His dick kicked violently at least seven or eight times as it tried shooting his non-existent sperm into my mouth. He was firing blanks, and I was ever so slightly disappointed by that because I was extremely curious about its taste. But at the same time, it was exciting as fuck to get a boy this young off.

After the twitching of his cock died down, he collapsed on the bed and was completely limp. With an obscene pop, I let his dick get out of my mouth and looked at him to see if he was alright. He was looking wide-eyed at me, and his face was a mix of excitement and wonder. Now that I could look at him properly in all his naked glory, I let my eyes roam over his young, sexy body and made as many mental pictures as possible. I knew I’d get off on this for months!

“What was…” he panted.

“That was a blowjob,” I smiled and laid down next to him and draped my arm over his chest to caress his chest and belly.

“And when I… I thought I needed to pee, but…”

“That was an orgasm. Or cum, which is a word I like better. You’re really a big boy now!”

“Wow!” he exclaimed. Next, he propped himself up on his elbows and excitedly asked, “That was… can we do that again?”

I chuckled at the expression on his face and his shameless eagerness. I let my hand wander down, and as I wrapped my fingers around his boner, I wasn’t surprised he hadn’t lost any of his stiffness.

“Sure! What do you wanna do?”

“Dunno…” but as a wicked grin spread across his face, I knew what he wanted.

“What?” I asked innocently, feeling my dripping cunt contract again.

“Can we do, you know… real sex stuff?”

A tremble shot through me, and I asked, “Real sex stuff?” as if I didn’t know what he meant.

“Yeah… when I stick my, you know… in your…” his boner twitched in my fist as he said this, and his face and upper chest turned crimson red.

“I think we can do that,” I said, smiling wickedly myself. His blush faded away, and his face lit up, “But only if you use the grown-up words for it…”

“Wh- what… oh!” he whispered, but as my words landed, his blush was back with a vengeance.

 I squeezed his dick but didn’t make any move. I wanted this sexy young stud to say it himself. I didn’t know why I wanted it, but the idea alone was an immense turn-on.

“I… I wanna… fuck… you!”

“Hmmmm…” I purred, “I want you to fuck me too!”

He quickly got up from the mattress and sat on his knees between my spread legs. I looked down, and between my tits was this bronzed young, slightly muscular blonde boy with his hard cock sticking up from his groin. If this was the last thing I ever saw, I’d die a happy woman.

“Where… where do I put my thingy?”

“Grown-up words, remember?”

“Where does my… dick… go?”

Good enough.

I spread my lips and pointed at my opening. I couldn’t resist the urge and slid my index finger inside. A shiver shot through me, and I almost came as I looked at his amazed face. As I pulled my finger out, he nodded ever so slightly and scooted forward.

He grabbed the base of his cock, moved his body, and aimed at my opening. The moment his blunt dickhead touched the entrance of my pussy, I had to resist the urge to push him inside with my legs. But I had to keep my cool and not scare the little kid away. So, I steadied my nerves, took a deep breath, and hoarsely whispered, “Good! Now push it in…”

He swallowed audibly, and the tip of his tongue peeked out of the corner of his mouth as he concentrated on his task. It was incredibly adorable and blazing hot at the same time.

But as he entered me, I started to lose my cool. My dripping cunt was on fire, and the preteen cock that was entering me only added to the fire. He was about halfway inside when I couldn’t take it any longer. He was moving so slowly that it almost hurt. It was cute he was being careful, but I needed him to fuck my brains out!

So, I grabbed him by his arms and pulled him on top of me. It was a little rougher than I intended, but he didn’t seem to mind too much. Once his whole body lay on top of me, I placed my hands on his cute little butt and whispered, “Fuck me, big boy… fuck me!!”

With one final push of his hips, he was completely inside. His hairless groin pressed firmly against my clit, and his eyes locked onto mine. His mouth was open, and the look of amazement on his face matched my feeling of victory for having this boy inside and on top of me.

“Ohh… you…” he groaned and held himself perfectly still.

I was so close to cumming at that moment that even the slightest movement would set me off. But he kept lying still on top of me, and his slender cock didn’t move an inch. The combination of his small body and thin cock was unbelievably hot. I had expected to be a little disappointed by it, especially after being fucked by the thick monster his brother was packing. But the opposite was true! Because he was thinner than anyone I had ever fucked before, my pussy had more room to move but was still stimulated over its entire length.

And because of his small frame, his head was on my tits and not breathing down my face, which wasn’t that pleasant most of the time either. These two things combined were my definitive confirmation that I only wanted to fuck young boys from that moment on. But my young lover still hadn’t moved an inch, so I squeezed one of his ass cheeks and said, “Start moving. It’s even better.”

“I just move my thi-… dick in and out now?”

Another tremble shot through me as he said this, and I could only nod. Under my fingers, I felt the skin of his ass move. It was delicate and firm at the same time, and I could feel every muscle move under his soft, hairless skin. The moment his cock started sliding back, I let out a groan. I couldn’t help myself anymore. But my inexperienced lover stopped moving immediately and looked worriedly at me.

“Did I hurt you?”

“Oh no! You’re doing great! It feels so good. I can’t hold back my moans!”

A light clicked on inside his head, and he asked, “Are you gonna make a cum too?”

Hearing him talk with this enthusiasm and naivety was so amazing that I just had to talk dirty to him. So, I looked him deep into his eyes and said, “Your stiff cock is so perfect! If you start fucking me good and strong, I’ll cum so hard, you’re never gonna believe it. My hot cunt will suck your cock dry, I promise!”

His insecure look made way for a shit-eating grin. And he started pulling back again. But way too soon, he pushed back in. It was frustrating knowing his five-incher had more room to move and more chances to please me. But he needed to figure this out for himself.

When his bald pubes smashed against my clit again, I felt I was already at the peak of my arousal, and another moan escaped my lips. But this time, he didn’t stop. He pulled back, and as the rim of his dickhead slowly slid out, I felt my insides ripple over his shaft. I’ve never felt this before. But then again, I was usually fucked by thicker cocks.

He pulled back further than last time, and I wondered when he’d stop. It was obvious he was completely inexperienced because last time, he had pulled back less than halfway, and now he kept on going. I tried pushing on his ass to warn him, but a heartbeat later, he slipped out, and his wet dickhead rubbed over that sensitive spot between my asshole and pussy.

“I’m… I’m sorry,” he stammered but didn’t make a move.

My right hand sneaked between our bodies, and I quickly lined him up again. I smiled at his worried face, but when his dickhead slid in, he grinned and pushed inside. He didn’t go slow this time, though. He pushed in hard, and his groin slapped against mine.

All this clumsiness, combined with another push of his soft, bald pubes against my clit, pushed me over the edge unexpectedly. Usually, my build-up was way longer and almost agonizingly slow. But this time, this smooth little boy with his long, slender, but rock-hard cock pushed me over instantly. The combination of being fucked by a cuter-than-cute boy this young, the dirty talk, the clumsy inexperience, and the look of wonder on his face was just too much.

I firmly grabbed his ass as the waves of pleasure rolled over me. My pussy had enough room to contract but was filled up enough to still be stimulated by this thin, throbbing piece of flesh. I had to shut my eyes, arced my back, and grunted deeply. But this green-as-grass young lover between my thighs didn’t give a shit about it. He just kept sliding in and out of me. And I didn’t care one bit.

With the thicker cocks, I needed time and space to let my orgasm hit me. But with this young lad pounding away, it didn’t matter. Heck, it was way better than I’d ever had in my whole life! I couldn’t stop moaning as my orgasm kept rumbling, and this boy kept stimulating me. It was like a perfect storm. My cum urged him on, and his prepubescent cock kept enhancing my orgasm.

Our bodies merged into one as I lost my connection with reality. I squeezed his ass, moaned incoherent sentences, and only saw his blonde little concentrated face in front of mine. Everything else was gone. It was just this fantastic fuck, and the one long orgasm that came with it.

But this couldn’t last forever. In front of me, his concentrated face morphed into one of pure lust and excitement. He was slamming his groin against mine with such force now that a grown man would hurt me. But his tiny frame and small hips weren’t capable of this yet.

When his eyes crossed and he slammed into me even firmer and stayed there, I knew it was happening. The mere thought of his young cock trying to shoot his jizz into me was enough to push me even harder down the rabbit hole my current orgasm had become.

I felt him thicken, and his eyes crossed. My pussy was gripping him firmly, and as he let out a loud, “Aaaahhh!!!” his five inches of boy meat started kicking inside me furiously. This caused all the muscles in my lower abdomen to spasm, and I was sure I’d have a muscle ache for days because of its strength. Even though nothing came out, his cock tried all it could to shoot deep inside of me. With grown men, their dicks would kick four or five, maybe six times. But this young stud’s cock just kept on kicking, sending me off again!

I lost count by then, but looking back, it was like one big organic orgasm, and the separate ones had morphed into one. After he came, he dropped down and lay his body on top of mine. I kissed him on his neck and rubbed him gently over his back, letting him enjoy his devirginizing first fuck. Damn! I took this boy’s virginity! He’d remember me for the rest of his life. And if he even knew how good it was for me!

This was the moment it really dawned on me that I only wanted to fuck young, virgin boys from that moment on. I knew it was a gazillion kinds of wrong, but I didn’t care! I never had the urge to be married with children, and I was perfectly fine on my own. I just wanted to get fucked regularly, and I knew I could pull this off. I just had to work for it, but the reward was well worth it!

Brian was regaining his breath, but his little cock was still rock-hard. “Another perk of fucking young boys!” I thought to myself. I squeezed my pussy, causing his dick to twitch, and the cutest giggle came from his mouth. He lifted his head and smiled wickedly at me, a smile that melted my insides.

“Now you’ve made your cum, didn’t you?”

I’d have to explain to him how to talk about sex, but now I opted for a simple reply. “Oh yeah! You did great!”

“Did I give you your cum?”

“You sure did! More than once, actually!”

“Oh wow… cool!”

Seeing his proud face was just too cute. I leaned in and kissed him on his girlish lips. My little loverboy immediately caught on and kissed me back hungrily. I squeezed my pussy again and was pleased he responded with another twitch of his boner. Good! He hadn’t lost any of his stiffness.

He broke the kiss, slid his hips back and forth, and eagerly asked, “Can we do it again?”

“Sure! But… when will your brother be back?”

“Dunno. He’s usually back at two. He’s at Aunt Julie’s. He always goes there on a Sunday when Mom and Dad are gone. I think they do sexy stuff because he always smells… different when he gets home.”

I couldn’t blame his aunt. Steve was a good fuck. A very good fuck, actually. But as I checked the alarm clock on the nightstand, I was thrilled to see we still had over four hours of fun ahead of us.

We fucked three more times that morning. This stud just kept on going! We headed over to the bathroom, and he finally went limp as we walked. But I would have none of that. So, during the shower we took together, I sucked him off the best I could, and we had our final fuck in there.

After Steve got home, he thanked me extensively and offered to give me my payment upstairs. Brian was right, and he did smell like sex. Good for them! But I smiled warmly at Steve, politely turned down his offer, and winked at Brian, who chuckled softly.  

We said our goodbyes, and when my Uber arrived, Brian and Steve waved goodbye. As I walked up to the door of my apartment, Gemma just waved a good-looking jock goodbye, and as we passed each other in the hallway, we nodded politely to each other, the grin on the guy’s face saying it all.

“And?” Gemma asked, “Was your fuck as good as mine?”

“Better!” I smiled.

I thought about little Brian all week. I just couldn’t get him out of my head. Every night, I fingered myself silly with images of his magnificent body filling my head. When Gemma asked me to go dancing with her next Saturday, I came up with a lame excuse. The moment she was gone, I stepped into my car and drove over to Brian. I parked a little out of sight, but I could still see the front door of the mansion. Sure enough, only ten minutes after I arrived, Steve came out of the front door, all dressed up, and I heard him say, “Don’t wait up, Bri! I’ll probably be back tomorrow at two!”

He shut the front door and stepped into a car that pulled up. I couldn’t see her properly, but I guessed her to be in her mid-forties and, judging by her Mercedes, a wealthy woman. It wouldn’t surprise me if this was his aunt making a booty call.

I waited another five minutes, slipped off my underwear, straightened my skirt, and walked over to the front door. When Brian opened the door, he excitedly slammed his body into mine in a firm hug and said, “You’re back!”

I sure was, and I was in for another night of countless sex with a hot, preteen boy.

The end

Copyright 2024 – Jason Crow
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Backyard Bashfulness
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Jason Crow

I remember every little thing as if it happened only yesterday. It was the day I lost my virginity to my big sister.

I came home early from school because Mrs. Halsey had a heart attack in class that day. Most of us weren’t aware of this because we were working on a separate assignment in the back. But when other teachers, and a little later our nurse, came running and we were directed out of the classroom through the window, we all knew something was up.

We all gathered in the cafeteria, where the principal talked to us about what happened. He also told us that we were free for the rest of the day and allowed us to go home.

It was just a twenty-minute walk from school to my house, and I knew I’d be home alone for the rest of the day. So when Mr. Deacon offered to call my parents, I told him it wasn’t necessary because they’d be at work anyways. But he called them nevertheless, and after explaining everything to my mother, he handed me the phone.

“She wants to talk to you, Brett,” he said, handing me the phone with a knowing smile.

I held the phone to my ear, and the familiar voice of my mom said, “Hi, sweetie! You okay?”

I explained I was fine and that I was about to go home. It wasn’t a surprise that she had to stay at work, but I didn’t mind that at all. Mom gave her the usual speech about being careful, and she insisted that I could call her when I wanted to talk about what happened today.

Mom and dad both had very demanding jobs. My dad was the CFO of a big company specializing in corporate finance, and my mom was a manager at a pharmaceutical company. Both worked long hours, but they never neglected my sister or me. They were home almost every weekend, and at least one of them was home to cook and eat dinner with my sister Hailey and me every evening.

Still, my sister and I were home alone a lot. Up until about two years ago, we had a nanny who was always there and basically ran our household during the day. But when she was asked to come and work for some famous person, Dad asked me, because I was the youngest, if I wanted a new nanny.

I had just turned eleven and felt all grown up when my dad asked me what I wanted. Of course, I thought I didn’t need a nanny anymore. So Mom and Dad threw her a small farewell party, which was pretty emotional, but we also laughed a lot during that party. She told my sister and me how big we’ve grown and that it was the perfect time for her to get a new job. She’d miss us, of course, but she promised to stay in touch. So after we said farewell and a few final hugs, I was nannyless.

And that was it. Whenever I came home from school, I came home to an empty house. Unless my sister was home already, but usually, her schedule was different from mine. And she usually had her cheerleader practice three times a week after school. At first, it took me a little getting used to being alone, but my sister helped me out with a few good ideas and pointers on how to do things right. So after a few weeks, I didn’t know any better and even liked the freedom and responsibility.

During the walk home, I was contemplating my options for the day. We were cleared from homework, which was a big plus, and my sister Haley had her practice after school. This meant that I’d have the entire day to myself.

I turned up the volume of my Beats when the latest Foo Fighters song started playing as I rounded the last corner toward our house. I already figured out that, because there’s no way I can be caught or interrupted, I’d start with a slow jerking session in my room. I’ve already downloaded a few new vids of big-breasted women surrounded by six or seven guys, where she’s alternating between them, sucking and jerking them off. They always end in the women being covered in cum. This was my latest go-to type of vid to get off on. I didn’t know why, but this combination somehow turned me on immensely and always got the job done.

As I inserted the key in the front door, I already felt my dick chub up at the thought of these vids. I also wanted to hop in the jacuzzi that was installed two weeks ago. My dad really put out on this one. A six-person-sized spa with a TV which slowly rose from a hidden spot at one end of the jacuzzi.

Before I went upstairs, I checked Hailey’s schedule on the fridge to make sure I was right about being home alone until around five this afternoon. Seeing I was right caused my dick to quickly stiffen to full mast, and I practically ran up the stairs to my room.

I pressed the power button on my pc, and as it started to boot, I took off my shirt and pants. I looked down at my tented Under Armor boxers, feeling proud at how much I’d grown down there over the last year. In the shower after basketball practice, I learned that I was one of the bigger boys on the team, despite being almost the youngest. Of course, it helped that I didn’t have a big, bulky build like most guys, so my dick looked even more prominent. I was a good five inches hard, and it showed when I looked down.

As my login screen appeared, I slid down my boxers, sat down on my gaming chair, and sucked in a breath as my skin hit the cold leather. But I hardly gave it a second thought as I immediately started searching for the recently downloaded videos.

Before I knew it, the woman was sitting on her knees, surrounded by six men, all pointing their hard dicks toward her face. It amazed me that all the guys needed to keep jacking themselves in order to stay hard. I knew for sure that if I was one of them, I’d stay hard no matter what.

I had to hold back a little because I wanted this session to last. However, as she sucked on the guy with the biggest dick, I felt my balls starting to boil, so I had to let go for a moment. This happened a few times, making it increasingly difficult to hold back. But I knew the end was approaching, so when the first guy started squirting all over her tits, I started going at it for real. I kept looking at the squirting cocks coating the woman in cum, and somewhere between the fourth and fifth guy, I felt my balls contract.

The two last guys emptied their balls over the woman as I felt the cum leave my dick and splatter over my bare chest. By now, the woman had her mouth open and extended her tongue to catch some of it in her mouth. My orgasm kept going during the ejaculation of the last two guys, and I felt a bit drained when the camera panned over the woman, showing how much was covering her. She giggled coyly into the camera, and moments later, the clip faded to black.

I sighed deeply and checked out the mess I had made. Lately, my watery cum had become a little bit thicker, but I was nowhere near the stuff I saw in the videos. It didn’t matter much to me because it was easy to clean, and I knew it would only take a little time to shoot the real thick stuff.

I grabbed the towel I kept in my desk drawer and started cleaning myself. After I was done, I got up and walked over to my dresser to grab my swimming trunks. My dick had gone down by now, which I noticed as I walked past my full-length mirror. I always checked out my dick in the mirror when I got a chance. I didn’t know if it was normal, but I couldn’t help myself. It was the same as in the showers at school. If I saw a naked body, I had to look.

I stopped in front of my mirror to take another good look and to check if I didn’t miss any cum, which would be uncomfortable when it dried. I moved a big lock of hair out of my face and checked out my shoulders. They had broadened over the past few months, and all the basketball practice was clearly paying off. Looking at my face, I realized that my dark-brown hair needed a trim if I didn’t want to start looking like some goth.

I hated the freckles around my nose, but Mom insisted it looked adorable on me. Of course, I know moms aren’t unbiased as a judge of their own kids, but I heard some girls in school whisper to each other that I was a cutie, so Mom was probably right about this one.

As I looked further down, I felt proud about my tight belly and the small patch of black pubes above my dick. Despite my five-foot-two frame, my three-and-a-half-inch soft dick still looked big because it was a bit thicker than my classmates.

After brushing my fingers through my pubes for a moment and glancing at my body one last time, I pulled up my trunks. I flung the towel over my neck, shut down my computer, and went downstairs.

* * *

As I approached the jacuzzi, I marveled again at how Dad changed our former ‘playground’ with a sandbox and a swing into a real cozy chilling spot. The six-person jacuzzi was placed in the corner. Next to the path leading to the jacuzzi was a small canopy where you could drop stuff like towels, drinks, and other things you’d take to relax. A small shed was placed next to it that could be used to change. It had a few shelves for chlorine and other cleaning materials.

I lifted the cover and moved it toward the designated spot at the side so it was out of the way. It sat between the jacuzzi and the privacy fence. I checked the chlorine and water level, as that one word kept resonating in my head… ‘privacy’…

I stood straight, looked around, and was amazed that I didn’t realize this earlier. Our garden was completely private. Absolutely no one could see me here except the people inside our house. Up until now, I’ve only been home alone for about an hour tops. But now… I had a few hours of alone time.

That little spark started growing inside my head, and I felt a small smile appear on my lips, and my dick chubbed up a little. As I walked over to the canopy and sat on the bench, I weighed the pros and cons in my head, but it didn’t take long to make up my mind. I looked around once more, stood up, and quickly dropped my trunks.

As I stood there with my bare back toward the house, a soft gush of wind caressed my dick and balls. Then and there, I knew I had found myself a new hobby. Still feeling shy, I glanced around, despite knowing I was alone for at least another five hours.

So I started walking around in the garden to get used to the feeling of being naked outdoors. After a few steps, I deliberately started wiggling with my dick, making me giggle like a little girl. The feeling of walking around naked was astonishing! It was clear that my parents would disapprove, and the possibility of being caught, no matter how slim, was so exciting that I felt myself grow hard.

As I looked at my reflection in the window of our house, seeing myself standing there, erect, and with the bushes and trees in the background, it got me all worked up again, despite having an orgasm less than half an hour ago.

Smiling at my reflection, I felt free and started running around our backyard. Feeling my boner wobble from left to right as I did this enhanced my feelings of freedom and liberty. I was completely alone, naked, and stiff. And it felt incredible!

After a few minutes of running and jumping around, resisting the urge to start tugging at my hard dick, I stepped into the jacuzzi to relax. But right before I got in, I realized I might as well grab something to drink. Dad wouldn’t allow it when he was home, but I was feeling bold right now and had a bit of a ‘screw you all’ vibe over me by now. So I walked into the house, which gave me a whole new feeling of freedom as I did this in the buff. But I got used to being naked, so I quickly grabbed a couple of Cokes, headed back, and let myself sink into the jacuzzi.

The warm water around my body and the absence of my trunks relaxed me immediately. I grabbed the remote, and when I pressed the ‘on’ button, the sixty-five-inch TV started sliding up from its hiding place. As the TV began to appear, I pressed the button on the edge of the jacuzzi, and with a soft hum, the pump came to life, and bubbles surrounded me moments later.

I flipped through our catalog of movies and series, and after scanning almost everything, I eventually decided on starting Game of Thrones. I never watched it because my parents didn’t think it was fit for a thirteen-year-old boy. But I knew my dad had lifted all restrictions and that he’d stopped scanning what my sister and I were watching. So, hey! Why not, right? I heard there were naked women in it, so it would definitely be interesting.

I polished off my first can of coke and pressed play. The HBO logo was showing on TV, and the bubbles stopped right at that moment. The self-timer had kicked in, which meant the pump would stop automatically after fifteen minutes. Apparently, Dad hadn’t figured out how to extend it, but I didn’t care too much. Because when I pressed the button, the bubbles came back, along with the noise. The only thing left was cranking up the TV’s volume, so I could hear what they were saying.

Starting to relax, I slid down a little and started to get into the story. I still wasn’t getting what all the fuss was about, but I had to admit that the story was gripping me so far. After a few more minutes, I almost jumped out of the jacuzzi when I heard, “Mind if I join you?” And my sister dropped her bathrobe on the bench next to my towel.

My hands instinctively moved over my dick and balls to cover it up. But as she started to step into the pool, I was stunned by how she looked and almost forgot that I was naked and about to be busted.

My sister was a little over a year older than me, and it showed. Literally. Hailey had filled out in all the right places, something I started noticing a few months ago. She was a popular cheerleader, but she was always nice to everybody, myself included. She was just slightly taller than me, and her hair was a little lighter than mine.

My eyes roamed over her body, and as my dick started to grow, I felt a little guilty for getting hard over my sister. She was wearing a bright yellow bikini, showing off her tight, fit body. Her hard nipples, topping off her c-cup boobs, were showing clearly in her bikini top. Her bottoms were high over her hips but low in the middle. It surprised me that I didn’t see any hairs down there. That’s how low it was at the front.

This all happened in a few moments, and as I stammered a soft, “I’m… I’m uhm… it’s…” my voice cracked.

Hailey clearly didn’t catch on and didn’t know about the situation I was currently in, so she kept going and sat down next to me, her bare shoulder touching mine.

“There. Now we’ve both got the best seats in the house. What are you watching?” she asked, utterly oblivious to the stress I was feeling.

All I could think about was that if her hip touched mine, she’d know I was naked. And if the light was just right, she could see my pubes through the bubbles. If anything happened, I would be busted.

“Its… uhm… Game of Thrones,” I managed to say without a cracking voice.

“Cool! I dropped in on the third season. Never saw the first two. Do you mind if we watch it together?”

“N… no. Of course not,” I said, regaining my cool a little.

“You know there’s naked people in it, right?” she chuckled and poked me in the ribs with her elbow, winking at me.

“I’m… uhm…” I stammered.

“Don’t worry, Bro. You know I won’t tell.”

I pressed pause on the remote and looked at my sister. It tooke me some effort to focus on her eyes because her boobs were distracting me. They were wobbling on the water because of the bubbles.

Hailey looked at me questioningly and asked, “What!?”

“I thought your schedule ended at three, and you had practice after that.”

“Yeah… well…” she started, “You were in Mrs. Halsey’s class when ‘it’ happened, right?” Hailey asked with the emphasis on ‘it.’

“Yeah. Didn’t see or hear anything. We just had to leave.”

“It’s that… well… she didn’t make it.”

“Oh,” I said softly. And I didn’t quite know what to say to something like this, so I continued, “she was nice.”

“No, she wasn’t. But she did manage to teach me some chemistry. She was the only teacher who ever did that,” Hailey said with a certain respect in her voice.

“She sat me next to Sally Brighton. I liked that,” I chuckled.

“Bet you did, little bro,” Hailey smiled knowingly.

“So?”

Hailey looked a little confused but quickly caught on and said, “Oh, right! Well, the teachers needed time to mourn and get together to talk about what happened. So they canceled all classes for the rest of the day, including my practice.”

“I see,” I said, clearly looking bummed out.

“You thought you had the house to yourself all day, didn’t you? Maybe spank the monkey a bit, huh?” she teasingly said and nudged me in the ribs again.

“Stop it!” I giggled.

“I’m sorry! But you did some growing up last year, so don’t tell me this didn’t cross your mind!”

“I’m… I wasn’t… It’s… maybe…” I stammered.

“I’m just yanking your chain. Let’s watch the show, okay?” she laughed.

I pressed play on the remote, and the show started running again. By now, I had spread my arms, and my hands were resting on the edge of the jacuzzi. One arm was partly behind my sister’s back, and if you’d look at us from a distance, you might think I was trying to clumsily hug her, like a first date in a movie theater.

I kept stealing glances at the wobbly boobs next to me, which made it difficult to focus on the story. And after a few moments, Hailey’s nipples got stiff, and they tried to poke through the yellow material of her bikini top. The moment they did this, I felt my dick grow from soft to full mast in just a few heartbeats. It was a good thing the bubbles were still obscuring the view.

“Like what you see?” Hailey suddenly said, pressing her chest a little bit forward.

Shit! She caught me! I was looking at my sister’s boobs, and she saw it. How could I talk myself out of this?

“Its… I uhm… Just didn’t know breasts would float,” I tried. “And it looks kinda funny when the bubbles move them around.”

Hailey smiled at me after a few moments, looked down at her chest, and said, “Yeah. I guess it looks funny, doesn’t it?”

“It does look funny,” I smiled, “and you’ve got nice breasts,” I said, feeling myself blush as this came out of my mouth involuntarily.

Hailey looked at me with a surprised look, and the moment she opened her mouth to say something, the pump shut off, and the bubbles started to disappear.

Her eyes immediately went down to my groin, and because of the way my arms were lying now, I simply couldn’t cover up quickly. But, judging by the way her eyes grew wide and the blush that spread across her face, she saw what was going on.

“Brett! Oh my…” she said as she put her hand in front of her mouth but kept her eyes locked firmly on my hard dick.

I struggled to get my hand into the water while the other frantically pressed the button on the jacuzzi, but the bubbles just wouldn’t start again, and a small, annoying beep was all I got. The moment my hand finally covered my erect dick and part of my balls, the damage was done, and I felt my face grow hot from humiliation.

“I’m sorry! I… I thought… shit!” I stammered as I felt tears well up in my eyes.

Hailey kept her eyes on my crotch and seemed stunned. The humiliation I felt was growing with every passing second. Then, moments later, I felt the first tear roll down my cheek.

Hailey tore her eyes away, looked at me, and whispered, “Shit, Brett! I didn’t mean to… you… oh, fuck!”

The tears were flowing freely by now, and I saw the empathy on my big sister’s face through my tears. A second later, I felt her hand on my shoulder and a soft, “I’m so sorry. Just should’ve waited for your answer before I got in. I only assumed it was… and that you…”

It was evident she was genuinely upset by the situation. She didn’t appear to be mad or anything about the fact that I was naked. It was more like she just assumed it was okay to barge in on me like she did.

“Its just… You… I…” I stammered between sniffs.

“It wasn’t cool to invade your personal space like this. It just never occurred to me that my little brother was growing up this fast,” she said, primarily to herself.

“It’s…” I sniffed, “it’s okay…”

“No, it’s not!” Hailey sternly said, “I should’ve waited for an answer.”

“And then what? If I said no, you would’ve asked why not,” I said, getting my nerves a little more under control but still feeling stupid, “I just never should’ve done this.”

We were quiet for a few moments, with me still sniffing occasionally, when Hailey suddenly started moving and put her hands behind her back. It didn’t take a genius to see what she was doing.

“Wha… what are you doing?” I asked, feeling both panicked and anxious at the same time.

“I’m making it less awkward for you,” she simply said without looking at me.

Moments later, her bright yellow bikini top came off, and as she threw it toward the bench where the towels were, I took a good look at her magnificent naked boobs. My softening dick was instantly hard again, but I didn’t really care at that moment. They were boobs, they were naked, and they looked like nothing I’d ever seen before! Seeing these in real life was way better than on some corny porn video. These were au naturel, and it showed!

But Hailey didn’t stop there. After she tossed her top aside, she looked at me, smiled shyly, wiggled out of her bottoms, and matter-of-factly dropped these on top of her top. After she was done with this, she said, “There. Now it’s awkward for the both of us.”

“Wha… uhm… yeah… I guess,” I said after tearing my eyes away from her breasts and looking her in the eyes.

There was a twinkle in her eyes, and she glanced down at my crotch again. My hands apparently left my dick and weren’t hiding it anymore because she seductively asked, “Like what you see, little brother?”

I could only nod sheepishly but couldn’t help myself and looked in the water to see what that mysterious place between her legs looked like. My hands were entirely forgotten by now, and I hardly realized that I was completely exposed. Her heavenly body was just too distracting.

“Hey! Bro! Up here!” Hailey chuckled.

“Huh? Oh… sorry. I just…” I stammered.

“It’s okay. I’m just teasing you. You can look if you want. I don’t mind.”

“You don’t? You mean. I can? I…”

“Chill,” she smiled. I noticed a slight blush had spread over her face, and she softly added, “you can watch. If you don’t mind me looking at you…” and her face got even redder.

“At me!?” I croaked, not believing my ears. “Why would you want to look at me?”

“Well… like I said, you did some growing up lately, and you… I don’t know. You look good, I guess,” and her eyes went back down to my crotch.

At that moment, It hit me that I was completely exposed. I instinctively wanted to cover myself up, but then my mind told me there was no need. A short mental struggle occurred between covering up and seeing a sexy naked girl next to me. The naked girl, despite her being my sister, won unanimously.

I glanced down in my lap, and everything was clear to see. My five-inch hardon stood proudly in my lap, and my small bush of black, wet pubes was stuck to my body.

“You really think so?” I asked softly, still not believing she said this and checking if I heard this correctly.

“Oh yeah! Your chest and arms look perfect. And your… is very nice! It looks big on you, and your… uhm… balls too. You look hot!” Hailey said with a lot more confidence now.

“Thanks! You’ve got a nice tight belly,” I started, feeling the need to say something about her, “and your boobs look amazing!”

We were quiet for a few moments, letting our eyes roam all over each other’s bodies, when Hailey asked, “Wanna touch them?”

That shocked me. I could never say no if she meant what I think she meant! But did she mean that? So I just asked, “Touch your breasts?”

Hailey just smiled broadly and said, “Yeah. You never saw tits before, so you might as well get the full package now!”

I was so mesmerized by these intriguing globes on my sister’s chest that my hands started moving on their own. The moment my fingers touched her skin, a shot of electricity shot through me. My fingers began caressing both her boobs, and before long, I was kneading them a little and savoring the way they felt.

“You like it?” my sister asked as she looked at my face.

“Oh yeah!” I exclaimed, realizing I was probably way too enthusiastic about it.

But Hailey didn’t seem to mind. She just smiled and pushed her chest forward to give me better access.

“Then play with my nipples too,” she softly said, adding an even softer, “please.”

I tore my eyes away from her boobs again to check out what she meant. She had a soft blush below her eyes and looked… flushed. But immediately after I noticed this, it dawned on me that she was just plain horny! And, as a matter of fact, so was I.

So I didn’t need any more convincing to start playing with her nipples. I took her right nipple between my thumb and index finger, admired the texture and hardness, and gently squeezed it. Immediately after I did this, a soft moan escaped Hailey’s lips.

My eyes sought hers, but even though she didn’t look at me, it was immediately apparent that I hadn’t hurt her. Her mouth was slightly open, and her eyes were again fixated on my rock-hard cock.

“This feels good,” she said, smiling timidly.

“Yeah…” I responded.

“Can I… do you mind if…” Hailey asked as she kept looking at my dick.

“I… uhh…” I responded, entirely focused on massaging my sister’s tits and not being able to answer appropriately.

Thankfully, she didn’t wait for an answer. The moment her fingers wrapped themselves around my shaft and an overwhelming feeling washed over me, I almost jumped out of the pool.

“Ooohhh!” I heard myself moan as someone else touched my dick for the very first time.

Hailey just smiled and asked, “You like that, huh?”

I could only nod as her hand moved over my shaft, rubbed my dickhead, and toyed with my balls.

“You’re bigger than Josh,” Hailey said as she fondled me.

Josh was her boyfriend, who she broke up with a few weeks ago. I didn’t know she did any stuff with him. Hailey was my sister, and sisters aren’t supposed to do this. That’s how it worked in my head until that moment.

“You did… aaahhh… this before?” I managed to say.

“Yeah. I jacked and sucked him, and he ate me out. Badly, I might add. But we didn’t fuck. He wanted to, but it just didn’t feel right to me, so we didn’t. He broke up with me because of that,” she said but never stopped fondling me.

“Wow. Didn’t know… hhhmmmm… that.”

“Did you ever get any from Melissa?” Haile asked seductively, basically jacking me off by now.

“Ohhh… no. We… we just kissed. She didn’t even… oohhh… let me feel her boobs.”

“Stand up,” Hailey said and tugged at my dick as if she wanted to pull me out of the water and prove her point.

I didn’t want to let go of my sister’s tits, but she didn’t leave me a lot of options. I looked at her and had to ask. “Why? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. I wanna suck your cock. My little brother only kissed a girl. That needs to change.”

“Suck my… but… we’re…” I stammered but couldn’t wait for it to happen.

“And? You’ve got a nice big one, and I wanna suck it. So what if we’re brother and sister? I don’t mind. Do you?”

“Its that… no. No, of course not! You’re hot, and I wanna… you know.”

“Then get up and stand in front of me. I wanna know how your cock tastes,“ she chuckled.

I clumsily got to my feet and almost tripped. The anticipation of getting my first ever blowjob didn’t look good on me. The moment I stood up straight with my back toward Hailey, her hand cupped one of my butt cheeks, and she said, “Tight ass, Derp!”

I usually didn’t like it when she used that nickname on me, but now she could call me everything. As I carefully turned around and my dick came close to her face, her eyes were focused on my throbbing boner. All the while, her hand kept gripping my ass.

“Wow! You’ve really got a nice one, Bro!”

In the beginning I was afraid that I would’ve felt awkward showing myself like this, but her genuine admiration and enthusiasm put me at ease and even boosted my confidence.

I didn’t have a lot of time to think it through because moments later, I felt something warm and moist on my dickhead. I looked down, and my sister had wrapped her lips over my glans and looked up at me with an extremely horny look in her eyes. Of course, it was still just the tip, but if this already felt this good, I couldn’t wait for the rest to enter her mouth.

“Oh! I….aahhhh…” I involuntarily responded.

Hailey opened her mouth and started lapping her tongue over my shaft and dickhead, her eyes never leaving mine. I had a difficult time focusing, and she probably noticed. Because after a few moments, her eyes went down to my shaft, she pulled her head back, opened her mouth, and started sliding it down over my almost painfully hard cock.

The feeling around my cock was beyond everything I dreamed about in my wildest dreams. The warm, moist feelings, her tongue manipulating the underside of my cockhead, her free hand toying with my balls, everything! All of this would’ve brought me off separately, but all these things combined amplified it in a way that I knew I wouldn’t last long.

“Oh… you… I’m… aaaahhhh!!!” I moaned loudly.

Hailey responded with an exciting moan herself, which resonated on my dick and balls, and brought me even closer. I don’t know how long she was going at it by now, but as my balls started pulling up toward my body, I knew I wouldn’t last much longer. My whole body decided that I shouldn’t move a muscle because that feeling of absolute bliss might end then, but now that I was getting near the end, my hips started moving out of their own.

“Oohh… look… aaahh… out… I’m… oooohhh!”

I didn’t know what to expect. In all the porn I’ve seen so far, the women and girls either swallowed it all or got a facial with some of it dripping on their tits. Hailey couldn’t miss that I was about to cum, and was too far gone to warn her.

“Cum on my tits, little bro!” Hailey said after pulling her mouth off my dick and jerking me.

I looked down at my sister’s hand around my dick. She was pushing her chest forward and opening her mouth while looking intensely at my dick.

That did it. With a loud groan, I came. I felt spurt after spurt leave my dick, and even though I had trouble keeping my eyes open and my vision was a bit blurry, I kept my eyes locked on what was happening down there. The first spurt landed on my sister’s nose and immediately started dribbling down. The next hit her on her tongue, and the third and fourth were around her mouth.

As the power of my spurts decreased, they started landing on top of her firm tits. I loved seeing videos where a woman was coated in cum, but seeing my own jizz covering my sister, was way hotter than any video could ever be. Realizing I felt my knees buckle as my orgasm started to die down, I needed to do something. So, I steadied myself by grabbing onto Hailey’s shoulders and prevented myself from falling.

Hearing myself pant, and as the strength in my legs returned, I stood up straight and looked down at the mess on my sister’s face and body. I felt a bit worried that she was mad at me for not warning her. But as she saw me looking, she smiled and started licking her lips, exaggerated and seductive, which caused me to moan again.

“You like this, don’t you?” Hailey said softly as she started smearing my cum all over her tits.

I wasn’t trusting my voice at the moment, so I nodded furiously and kept my eyes fixed on her boob-massaging hands.

“I’ve seen your browser history…” Hailey continued, “and as I felt you were about to shoot, I wanted to reward you. You don’t mind, do you?”

“N… no. I… oh wow,” was all that came out of my throat.

“Good!” Hailey said, moved her head forward, and licked the drop that hung down my dickhead.

I was sensitive down there now, but this wasn’t at all unpleasant. A few moments later, Hailey sunk further down into the water and started to wash my cum from her body. This was my cue to sit back down, and as I did this, I saw small clouds of my cum floating by but quickly disappearing into the filter.

After Hailey sat back up, she looked at me and smiled again. Then, she moved her head toward me and kissed me hungrily on my lips. Moments later, her tongue started probing around, and before I knew it, we were making out hardcore.

“You’re quite a kisser, Derp!” Hailey smiled as we both needed to breathe.

“Thanks! You’re not too bad yourself,” I smiled, feeling more confident by the minute.

“But now it’s my turn!” she announced, pulled herself out of the water, and sat on the edge of the jacuzzi with her back against the fence. She obscenely spread her legs, giving me my first ever close-up view of a live pussy. It looked… interesting. I had my anatomy lessons in school, so I knew the mechanics and could figure out what I was looking at. But seeing her bald pussy, and realizing I was about to touch it, was a whole different ballgame.

“Wha- what do you want me to do?” I croaked.

“Eat me out. The way you work your tongue in my mouth works even better on my pussy,” Hailey said, spreading her pussylips with her fingers, making it even clearer to me where everything was.

I shrugged mentally, moved forward, and looked closely at everything. I smelled a light musky odor that triggered something inside me. My dick hadn’t gone down much, but this smell caused me to fully bone up again. I saw where my sister’s clitoris was. I felt a bit of a primal urge to return the favor, so I stuck out my tongue.

The moment the tip of my tongue hit her clit, her hands left her pussylips, and she dug her fingers in my hair. The texture I felt on my tongue was different from what I had ever felt before, but I knew then and there that I loved it.

As I applied a little more pressure, Hailey started moaning above me. Of course, I’ve seen clips about a woman being eaten out, and I started revisiting them in my head. First, I made small circles with my relaxed tongue. Then I repeated this with my tongue pulled into a small tip. Next, I lapped directly over her clit, and alternated my actions by licking everything around it.

All the while, Hailey’s moans kept increasing, and her hips started gyrating. I wanted to stick a finger inside her because I remembered some excellent results in these vids. But I wasn’t too sure how Hailey would handle this. So I moved my fingers up there and started rubbing around as an extra set of tools to please her.

“Aaahhh! Yesss!” she moaned the moment my fingers touched her.

Okay… maybe she won’t mind? I slowly eased my index finger toward her opening and rubbed around a little. This made her squirm even more, and she started opening her legs even further. I was getting hornier by the minute from her scents and the encouraging moans, so I decided to go for broke.

My index finger was right at the entrance of her pussy. The moment I started applying some pressure, a sudden gush of my sister’s juices filled my mouth, and another loud moan came from deep within her throat.

A loud,  “Ooohhh…yesss!!” came through her clenched teeth above me.

I started inching my finger into my sister’s pussy, all the while focusing on licking her clit. I marveled about how she felt inside, and her pussy clenched my fingers every now and then. After my finger couldn’t go in any further, I started pulling back slowly. But urged on by Hailey’s moans and gyrating hips, I sped up my finger’s movement. Before I knew it, I was fingerfucking my sister at a serious pace while trying to keep my tongue on and around her clitoris.

“Yess… yesss… yesss… oh yesss!!” Hailey kept moaning.

Her pussy started gripping my finger more urgently and frequently now, which made me realize she was getting close.

“Ooohhh… ooohhh… ooohhh… Brett… I’m. Ooohhh…”

Most women I saw in the porn videos started screaming loudly when they were about to cum. But Hailey just sort of started panting heavily, and deep, low grunts came from her throat. But her entire body and all her movements made it clear that she was about to have her climax. And somehow, this was way sexier than those exaggeratedly screaming women.

My tongue kept lapping all around my sister’s pussy, and my finger was rapidly moving in and out of her. Then, inside her pussy, I noticed a small spot that felt a tiny bit different from the rest of her pussy, and I focused on rubbing that spot as I went in and out.

I apparently did something right because, above me, Hailey softly moaned, “aahhh, yes! Aaahh, yes! Aaahhh, yes! Oohhh, Brett!”

Suddenly, her legs clamped shut, and I could only hear everything very muffled. But I didn’t need to hear clearly what was going on. My sister’s body shook, and her pussy was contracting around my probing finger. The amount of juices that coated her pussy doubled in quantity, and I kept lapping around to swallow it all.

I knew I shouldn’t keep up the high-energy probing and lapping, so I slowed it down after her orgasm did. But I didn’t stop it entirely and slowly and teasingly kept going. Her legs loosened their grip around my head, but moments later, they shut firmly again, and another orgasm washed over her. Judging by her moans and the juices that were less than her previous orgasm, this one wasn’t as intense.

This one also didn’t last as long as her first one, and as she relaxed her legs again, I wondered if I could make her cum a third time. I knew I liked to cum, so I figured this wasn’t any different for a girl. I knew girls could cum more often than boys, and I enjoyed making my sister feel good, so I kept trying.

And a few minutes of slow probing and lapping later, the whole sequence of shutting legs, shaking body, and copious amounts of cunt juices started again.

Feeling powerful by now, I wanted to see if a fourth was possible. But right after she came for the third time and realized I kept going, she chuckled, “Stop it! Aahhh…. You made your point. You know how to use your tongue.”

I looked up at Hailey, sitting on the edge of our jacuzzi with her legs obscenely spread, and smiled. She smiled back lazily at me and spread her arms invitingly. Then, with the back of my hand, I wiped my sister’s juices from my chin and got to my feet. I looked her in the eyes, and before I got the chance to react, she wrapped her arms around me and pulled me into a tight hug.

Standing here on the slight slope of the jacuzzi’s seat was a little tricky, but I quickly found a stable footing. I placed my hand on her left tit, tweaking her nipples, and the other snaked around her back, grabbing her around her shoulder for extra support.

Hailey looked deep into my eyes and kissed me hungrily on my lips. Moments later, her tongue sneaked into my mouth, and we were Frenching like there was no tomorrow. After a few minutes of this, where I kept pinching her nipples, she broke the kiss and hugged me again as she lay her head on my shoulder.

She asked, “Where did you learn to do that? No one ever made me cum this long and hard!” and the amazement in her voice was unmistakable.

“I… uhm… this was my first time. I’ve only seen videos of this,” I said, hugging her with two arms and loving the sensation of her hard nipples against my chest.

Hailey lifted her head and looked at me, still pressing her tits against my chest. I noticed something had changed in the way she looked at me. She looked… focused and determined.

“Really?” she whispered, and I felt her legs wrap around my ass, bringing my stiff cock into contact with her warm pussy.

“Wh… what?” I stammered, acutely aware of how close I was to penetrating my sister.

As we started this, I figured we’d just do the more simple stuff. A brother and sister can’t fuck. Can they?

“Ssshh…” Hailey soothingly whispered.

I wasn’t going to chicken out on my first fuck. But she was my sister! That’s when my hormones started clouding my brain. Hailey reached between our bodies and grabbed my dick. She still whispered, “If you’re this good at eating me out by just watching a few videos, I wanna know how good you are at fucking me!”

Her eyes looked deep into mine, and as she lined me up, I could hear myself swallow. Hailey must’ve sensed I was nervous because she stroked my cheek with one hand as her other ensured I was lined up properly.

“Just push, and you’re in,” she whispered in my ear, followed by a deep and exciting, “Fuck me, little bro!”

Her legs gently pushed against my ass, and all the mental resistance I felt was out of the window as I looked into the horny eyes of my big sister and heard her urging me on.

So I slowly pushed and felt my dickhead slip into the most wonderful place I could ever imagine.

“Ooohhh! I feel it!” Hailey moaned, and as she tried to keep looking, I saw her gaze was unfocused.

I wanted to push in hard and feel all of her warm pussy grip my dick, but I didn’t want to hurt my sister. So I slowly kept pushing, feeling only minor resistance. But as I inched forward, Hailey’s pussy gripped me firmly every now and then.

“Aahhh…” I heard myself moan and looked down at where our bodies were merging.

Hailey’s legs started pushing more firmly against my butt as if to encourage me. I knew I didn’t need encouragement at all, but it felt exciting nevertheless. But when I looked into my sister’s eyes again, all I could see was lust and a pleading look.

“You’re… it’s… dick… ooohhhh… deeper!” Hailey moaned incomprehensibly.

I started getting at the end of what I had to offer in terms of length. I knew I wasn’t small, but I wondered if I was big enough. My sister’s ragged, shallow breaths were a good indication to me that she enjoyed what I was doing. But when I could go no further, and my public bone pressed against hers, she dug her nails into my back with such force that it actually hurt a little.

“Oohh… oohhh… oooohhhh!!!. I’m… aaaahhh!” Hailey moaned, and I could feel by the contractions of her pussy that she came again.

But her entire body language screamed that she was having an intense orgasm. Her eyes were crossed, her breath was shallow, she squeezed me tight against her body, and low grunts came from within her throat.

I didn’t know what to do, so I decided to wait for her orgasm to die down a bit and let her enjoy it. So I held still and kept studying her reactions to her orgasm. A few moments later, as her pussy was still contracting,  her eyes tried to find mine. Finally, after a few attempts, they did, and she groaned, “Fuck me! Your cock is… ooohhh… just fuck me!”

This turned me on immensely! I had never heard her talk or seen her act this way. I was giving her his pleasure. Me and my hard cock were driving my sister nuts. In a good way, but still. I felt all proud, warm, and fuzzy inside realizing this.

But I wanted… no, I NEEDED to fuck for real now. My cock was inside a cunt for the first time, and I didn’t care at all anymore that it was my sister’s. So I started sliding back, and that fantastic feeling surrounding my dick returned. But, of course, I’ve seen enough porn to know not to slide out too far. But I kept it on the safe side and pushed back the moment I was a little over halfway.

“Oohhh… your cock is SO amazing!” Hailey groaned as she kept thrash talking and turning me on that way.

As my pubic bone hit hers again, she didn’t cum, but threw her head back between her shoulder blades. I pulled out and back in again, causing her head to wiggle.

“Harder!”

Okay… she wanted me to push in harder, so I pushed a little firmer this time.

“Ooohhh… Harder!”

This was it. Her trash talking, her velvety pussy around my dick, and her urging me on to fuck her hard made something snap inside. I guess my instinct took over because I started slamming hard into my sister. I also started pulling back further, keeping just the tip inside.

During my first ever fuck, I only slipped out once. And that was remarkable. At least, that’s what Hailey’s friends told her, she informed me later.

Each time I slammed into her hot pussy, a deep, “Ah, yes!” came from my sister’s throat. By now, she was looking at me again with one hand around my neck and trying to keep herself steady with the other.

We fucked like this for what seemed like hours, but it was probably a little over two minutes. I felt I was rapidly approaching the point of no return. I didn’t know what to do when I came, so I groaned between my panting, “I’m… ahhh… I’m cummi… ohh… What…”

Hailey just kept on groaning, “Ah, yes!” every time I slammed into her, but I needed a response. And I needed it fast.

“Aaahhh… Hailey! Oohhh…”

That seemed to snap her out of it a little because her eyes tried focusing on mine.

“You’re amazing!” she groaned.

“I’m… I’m… almost… what should… aaaahhh… I…”

“Oohhhh… this is so… ooohhh… good!! Shoot inside me! Aahhh… just don’t… stop! Fuck me! Ooohhh…”

As she kept saying how good I made her feel, I felt another boost of pride shoot through me. And I knew this was it. I was going to cum, and I would shoot my jizz inside my sister. This was so mind-blowing that it extended my cum a little longer.

I slammed harder and harder into my sister’s flaming hot and soaking wet pussy. I needed to cum! Now! The pressure kept rising, and the moment I passed the top of the hill, and the free fall of my orgasm was about to come, Hailey lost it.

But she lost it so much that her body shook almost uncontrollably, and her pussy clamped so hard around my dick that it prolonged my orgasm even more. Her hand gripped my shoulder firmly, and her nails dug into my flesh, which felt both painful and hot as fuck.

Because of her clenching pussy, I managed four more slams into my sister. At the moment, caring for the way she was experiencing her orgasm was long gone. It was me that needed to coat my sister’s insides with my incestuous sperm.

As I was about to slam into her for the final time, I felt my balls pull up, even before my hips moved forward. This was it. Hailey was still riding the high of her orgasm, and I didn’t know if she was with me enough to realize what was about to happen.

With that last, deep and hard push, I felt the tip of my dick touch something inside her. And right after I felt it touch my cock, the first spurt left my balls. I was experiencing every millisecond in slow-motion, and despite having to shut my eyes, I just experienced everything that was happening around me.

A loud “Aaahhhhh!” came from within my throat, and immediately after that, my cock jumped a second time, releasing the second spurt of my universe-scattering orgasm.

Hailey’s pussy contracted sharply again, and that, combined with her high-pitched grunt, fell in sync with my third spurt. 

By now, I had buried my face in that soft spot between her neck and shoulder, and the power of my spurts died down. Spurts four and five were still going and, judging by Hailey’s reaction, powerful enough to keep her riding her orgasm, but I knew this was the end. I was no longer a virgin.

And the fact that I had just lost my virginity to my big sister didn’t bother me at all. I expected some guilt or remorse. Maybe even some disgust. But it was none of that. On the contrary, I loved every second of it and would do it again in a heartbeat.

This all shot through me as I tried to regain my breath. Hailey’s cunt wasn’t trying to squeeze my dick off any longer, and I could sense she was coming back down.

Hailey was panting heavily as she gently pulled my head back by my hair and started Frenching me. It wasn’t a hungry and rough kiss like earlier, but a more loving and thankful one. I liked this better at this moment.

My dick was still deep inside my sister and still almost completely hard when we broke our kiss. Our foreheads touched, and we looked into each other’s eyes. I could see a smile forming on her face, and she whispered, “That was an awesome fuck, little brother. You sure know how to please a girl.”

It was as if it took me a while to digest this. It was apparent she loved it. This wasn’t a lie or a way for her to boost my ego. She genuinely meant it. So I needed to reply to that, but it was hard to find the words.

“I… this was… this was my first time.”

“I know,” she whispered, “Guess you’re a natural then, don’t you think?” she smiled.

“Dunno. Maybe we’re just made for each other.”

“Guess we’ll have to find out then,” she said coyly as her fingers started tracing down a path over my spine, leaving me with goosebumps all over my body.

After this first fuck, we did it again as often as we could. Being alone most of the daytime helped a lot. We developed a rhythm where we’d hop into the jacuzzi after school. And since our bedrooms were in a separate part of our house from our parent’s, we started spending the night together and fucked like rabbits every night. I never was more sexually satisfied in my life than in those early years.

But all good things come to an end. Almost a year after we started our sexual relationship, we were busted. And busted big time. Mom had been suspicious for a few days, so she sneaked toward our rooms. And when she heard us moan… she suddenly walked into Hailey’s room. Right at the moment that I blasted my cum inside her sopping pussy.

Needless to say, the shit really hit the fan big time. We lost all our privileges, and I had to move to the other part of our house. So mom and dad took Hailey’s room, she took mine, and I moved into the former master bedroom.

It took us all a few weeks to get used to the situation. Gradually, the conversations started again, and slowly things returned to normal. Both Hailey and I eventually found ourselves some nice partners. I liked hers, and she liked mine. But when she insisted on sleeping in my apartment the night before her wedding, I just had to find an excuse for my girlfriend to leave the house, which she thankfully did.

That night, Hailey and I finally fucked again after more than six years. And it was almost as epic as our first time. But we both knew, deep down, that this was also our last time.

But the memories of losing my virginity to my sister in our backyard jacuzzi will light up my life for as long as I live. That’s for sure!

The end.

hoc est maxime placeat scribere

Copyright 2022 – Jason Crow
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You’re welcome 🙂 Two, even though they’re both short (-ish), stories in a short time. I guess I was inspired, because the words just poured out of me. This one won’t be on Nifty, because it’s b/g and for plain straight stories, there’s no place on that wonderful story site.
Anyway… I hope you enjoyed it! As usual: all comments, good or bad, are always welcome. You know the drill by now 🙂

Randall did another awesome job with the illustrations! Thank you SO much, Randall! You can send your praises to: randall.stanhope@protonmail.com.

Also another BIG thank you to Randall and E-o-F for the proofreading! Thanks, guys!

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