BECAUSE OF A LITTLE KINK

I went to the gym Saturday morning with Sam. I'd started going regularly when I came back from school, because I found out that, even with a full time job, having almost no social life leaves you with a lot of free time.

While we were there, Sam got a cramp in his leg and we ended up quitting early. Jenna had spent the night with my sister again, and when I got home her car was still parked outside. I could hear music coming from upstairs when I came in the front door. Mom and Bob must have been out, because there was no way they would let her play her music that loud.

I was feeling kind of crabby, so I went upstairs to tell them to turn it down. The door to Megan's room wasn't closed all the way, so I didn't knock, I just pushed it open. I should have knocked.

Megan and Jenna were naked on her bed, tangled up on top of the bedclothes. They were on their sides on the bed, head to tail, eating each other out. Megan was facing away from me, but Jenna was facing the door, her face between Megan's lean thighs and her tongue busy at Megan's clit.

I froze. That was my second mistake. I should have stepped away as quickly and quietly as possible, but I didn't. A moment later, Jenna happened to look up, and her blue eyes opened wide in surprise.

THEN I moved. I pulled the door back almost closed and walked quietly back downstairs, my heart racing. I decided to go to the kitchen, make a sandwich, and pretend that everything was normal. I mean, it was normal. I knew that what they were doing up in Megan's bedroom wasn't so unusual for girls their age. I just felt bad for invading their privacy and I hoped there wasn't going to be a scene. I sat down to watch an early ball game and eat.

About an hour later, the music stopped. I heard them coming down stairs.

"Hey, Bro!" said my sister as she walked through the TV room, heading for the kitchen. Jenna was right behind her. They were dressed for the day in sandals, shorts, and T-shirts, hair in ponytails, looking perfectly normal for a weekend afternoon. When Megan was past me, Jenna put her finger to her lips and shook her head. She hadn't said anything to Megan, and didn't want me to either. I felt such relief.

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The next night after dinner with my folks, I was feeling pretty lucky. It seemed like no one was going to make a big deal out of what I'd seen yesterday morning. After watching TV with Megan for a little while, I went upstairs "to read." But wasn't really going to read.

I was going upstairs to masturbate. I hadn't been with anyone since Amy called me last, more than two weeks ago. We'd only gotten together a couple of times since her first booty call, but it was probably hard for a sixteen year old girl who has a boyfriend and lives at home to find some free time for her fuck-buddy. I wasn't complaining, though. She was the best thing I had going.

Once in my room with the door closed, I took off my shirt and pants and lay down on the bed.

I pushed my boxers down, the elastic around my thighs - it was an old habit, but I hardly ever jerked off totally nude. Unless I was with a girl, that is.

I reached into the top drawer of the nightstand and grabbed the small bottle of baby oil I kept there. I had years ago determined that this was the best stuff to use for a nice, long wank. I squeezed a bunch into my right palm and grabbed my soft cock, squeezing and pulling at it slowly. Hand on dick, I leaned over and put the oil back on the side table. I leaned back into my pillow, images of the girls I'd been with or wanted to be with flitting through my mind. I'd settled on this hot brunette cheerleader I'd known in high school. Did she go by Becky or Becca? I remembered watching her lean over our trig teacher's desk, her long straight hair hanging over her face - her cheer skirt would rise up over her thighs, showing just a little cheek and a hint of the crotch of her matching, dark blue panties. When I looked hard enough, I could see the shallow crease between her labia. I always wanted her to bend over just a little more, or reach a little further across the desk... I would like to kneel behind her like that, put my hands on her ass, and just ...

My cell phone rang. Swelling cock in my right hand, I crawled off the bed and fished the phone out of my pants pocket with my free hand. I hoped it was Sam calling to make some plans for later in the week.

It wasn't Sam. I didn't recognize the number.

"Hello?" I answered, thumbing the talk button.

"Hi, it's Jenna," said the voice.

Uh-oh, I thought.

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"Hi Jenna," I said, sitting back on the bed, my cock still in my oily hand. It was getting soft again.

"Um," she paused.

"This is probably about yesterday?" I offered.

"Yeah," she agreed. "I, uh... You're not going to say anything to anyone, right?"

"Of course not," I reassured her. "It's not my business. I should have, you know, knocked, at least."

"Yeah."

"And I'm fine with it. It's no big deal to me. I love my sister no matter what. And if she's lucky enough to have a nice girl like you for her girlfriend, that's great."

"Thanks," she said. "Um, we're not lesbians, though, okay? I mean, I still like boys, and she does too."

"Well, yeah. But like I said, that's your business, not mine." I told her, again.

"Yeah, I know. But I really want to tell someone. Since the three of us already have a secret, I figure it's all right to tell you."

"Hang on," I said, "I'm going to put my headset on." I found it and plugged it in. With my left hand now free, I pulled up my shorts and lay back on the bed, propped up on the pillows. "Okay," I said. "What were you saying?"

"I want to tell you about it. Is that all right with you?"

I thought about it for a moment. "Yeah, it is. If you want."

"Cool," she paused. "So it started last fall when Megan was sleeping over. We were laying in my bed, talking about guys and I was getting kind of horny. When we decided to go to sleep, I waited until I thought she was sleeping and then I started, um, playing with myself, real slowly so I didn't wake her. Pretty soon I was really excited, and I guess I forgot and started moving too much, because she caught me.

"She asked me what I was doing, and I said I was scratching an itch, but she didn't buy it. She said she was horny, too, and we could do it at the same, if I wanted to. So we did.

I came pretty hard. It was so sexy listening to her, even though we were trying to be quiet. She came, too, right after me. And then we both rolled over and went to sleep. That was the first time.

"When I slept over at your house the next weekend, we did it again. Then it became, like, a ritual! We would do it every time, after we turned out the lights and before we fell asleep. We spent the night together almost every Friday, sometimes Saturday, too. Getting off together was totally the highlight of my week."

My cock was hard again. I lifted my hips up, pushed my boxers back down, and started stroking it with my still oily right hand.

"Is that weird?" she asked, but without waiting for an answer continued. "One time, I wanted us to do it with the lights on so I could watch her. I thought that would be sexier. But Megan wanted to be naked, too, so we both stripped on her bed. That was really cool.

"Then a few weeks later time, in my bed, which is kind of narrow for both of us, I started touching her while we did it. I was so scared. I was afraid she would freak out, but she didn't. Pretty soon we were kissing and feeling each other up. That was the first time another person made me come. Actually, I remember coming a couple of times before we stopped that night!"

The head of my cock was swollen now, and I was stiff as a post. I pumped my fist up and down slowly, savoring the feel as my palm rubbed the sensitive head. With my left hand I held my balls, slick from the baby oil that had dripped down my cock. I was trying to breathe normally.

"So that's pretty much it. We did that through the spring, play with each other, I mean, until the slumber party we all had in June. After you did oral on us, we started doing that, too. That's pretty much the end of the story, y'know?"

I didn't say anything, I just stroked my cock.

"Hello? You still there?" she asked.

"Uh, yeah, I'm here."

"I freaked you out, huh?"

"No, no. I, uh, in fact, I think it's really hot."

"Oh." She paused. "Me too," she said quietly. "Telling you about it kind of turned me on."

"Are you touching yourself?"

"No!" she said indignantly. Then she asked, "Are you?"

"Yes."

"Ewww! You are such a horndog!" she said.

"Not as much as you think," I replied. "I was doing it when you first called. You kind of interrupted me. And then you got me worked up again."

"You were masturbating when I called?"

"Yeah, it's not like I have a girlfriend anymore," I told her. "I have to take care of things myself."

"Really? What do you do?"

"What do you mean?" I fisted my slippery cock up and down.

"How do you do it?"

"With my hand! Don't they teach anything in sex-ed now?"

"I mean, y'know, details," she told me.

"Like, 'What am I wearing?'" I teased her. She didn't take the bait. "Okay, I do it lots of ways. But I like to lie on my bed almost naked..."

"Almost?"

"I wear my boxers, but they are down around my thighs"

"'Kay."

"I get some baby oil and pour it in my hand..."

"Like when I did it?"

"Yeah, and then I grab my dick and start playing with it, pulling and squeezing a little, while I think of something sexy."

"What do you think about?" she asked.

"Hmm. Mostly images. I've heard that girls think about feelings and stuff like that? Is that right?"

"Uh, that sounds sort of right."

"Anyway, I see all sorts of pictures in my head, and when I find one I like, I make it up into a sort of story," I told her.

"Are you doing it now? Masturbating?

"Yes."

"Me too," she admitted, whispering.

"Oh, hot! What are YOU wearing?" I asked her.

"I have on a blue sun dress, with white polka dots," she said.

"I remember that one. Did you know it's really short in the back? When you bend over, anyone can see your underwear."

"I know. That's why I wear it!"

"So what are you doing?"

"I'm sitting back on my bed. I've got my dress up and my hand is in my panties."

"Knees up or down?"

"Down."

"Do you rub your clit, or put your finger inside yourself, or what?" I asked her. My cock was thrumming.

"Mostly I rub it with my fingertips. You have to get some of the liquid from inside, though, or it's too sticky."

"Uh huh... What color are they?"

"My panties? They're just plain white."

I didn't say anything. I was just stroking my shaft, trying not to peak yet.

"Are you close?" she asked. "What are you thinking about?"

"Pretty close. And I'm thinking I would like to crawl between your legs and just lick your pussy right through your plain white panties."

"Ooh, that's good! I'm getting close now, too. What else?"

"I'd start really softly, just sort of tickling you with the tip of my tongue. I would do it up one side and then down the other..."

The door to my bedroom flew open. "Hey, Bro! You want to go for ice cream with... Oops! Sorry!" It slammed shut again as Megan ran out.

Shit. I stopped jerking off, my cock throbbing still because I had been so close to coming.

"What was that noise?" Jenna asked.

"Unbelievable. Megan just barged in here and saw me."

"Huh?"

"Yeah."

"Well, um, can we keep going anyway? I was almost there," said Jenna.

"Uh, okay. Where was I?" I asked.

"You were tickling me with your tongue."

"Oh, right." I started stroking my cock again. "I would tickle you with my tongue, lightly licking your panties up one side and down the other, and when I got to the bottom, I'd start back up."

"Uh-huh."

"I'd go back and forth until your panties started getting damp from your wet pussy, and then I'd take my tongue and press it right between your lips, digging in."

"Yeah?" Jenna's breath sounded uneven.

"I'd lick your wet pussy right up 'til I just barely touched your hard little..."

Someone knocked on my door.

"Dammit!" I growled.  "Who is it?"

"Megan," said the voice behind the door.

"Hang on!" I said. I wiped my hand off on my boxers while pulling them up.

I whispered into the phone. "Jenna, just wait a minute, all right? Don't hang up, and don't finish without me." Then I muted the mic.

I tucked my hard dick down so it would be less noticeable and sat up on the bed, swinging my feet off the side. "Okay, come in."

She opened the door, and stepped inside a little way, mostly closing the door behind her.

"So... I'm sorry. I should have knocked."

"Yeah, that's okay. It's not like you haven't seen me naked before."

"It's kind of different," she said.

"Yeah. Anyway, no big deal."

She stood there.

"Is there something else?" I asked her.

"Were you having phone sex with your girlfriend?" Megan asked.

"Uh, yeah," I lied.

"I thought you guys broke up."

"Kind of, kind of not. We're working on it." I lied again.

"Oh. So, um, are you going to finish?" She must have noticed the phone and headset.

"Probably."

"This is weird, but... can I watch? I've never seen a guy do it before."

"I bet you've seen it on the internet."

"It's not the same thing," she explained.

I shook my head.

"Please? I'll owe you one," she begged, trying to look cute. This usually worked on me.

I sighed. "Okay, but no sound. I don't want her to know."

"Deal!" She smiled and closed the door.

"Better lock it," I told her, and she did.

I lay back on the bed and pushed my boxers back down. My cock was still mostly hard and it flopped against my stomach. Megan walked around the bed and leaned back against my desk, her butt resting on the edge. Her eyes fixed on me. She quickly licked her lips.

I put my finger to my mouth, and unmuted the phone. "You still there?" I asked Jenna.

"Yeah. That took a long time."

"It was my sister. We had to talk it over."

"Oh."

"Everything's fine. Do you still want to do this?"

"Yeah, I've been laying here waiting for you. I've been touching myself. I'm pretty wet now."

Megan was watching as I slowly pumped my cock, the shaft stiffening.

"I was telling you how I'd lick you through your panties, but I just had a kinky idea. Want to hear it?" I asked Jenna.

"Yeah, okay. Can I keep touching my pussy?"

I laughed. "Yes!" I told her. Then I continued. "The idea I had is this: What if my sister was in here watching me?" Megan's eyes got wide, but I motioned for her to be quiet.

"She's not, is she? 'Cause that sounds like something she'd probably do," said Jenna.

"No, she isn't really here. She said she was going to get ice cream with our folks."

"Oh, all right. So we pretend Megan is there, what is she doing?"

"She's standing against my desk. She's watching me stroke myself while I talk to you."

"Is she turned on? She would be getting turned on," said Jenna.

"Yes, I think she's getting turned on. She likes the way my cock looks, I think. It's really hard." Megan nodded her head, grinning a little.

"Uh huh."

Megan was focused on my cock as I slid my hand up and down it. As I watched her, she untied the drawstring of her shorts, slipped them past her hips, and let them drop to the floor. She stepped out of them, one bare foot at a time.

"Oh," I told Jenna, "She's taking off her shorts. Maybe she wants to play, too." Megan nodded. Jenna didn't respond. All I heard were her quick breaths. I continued to relay what Megan was doing to Jenna.

"Now she's touching herself though her panties. Her legs are spread a little, and she's running her fingers lightly between her legs, up on the inside of her thighs and over her pussy." I started stroking faster, and Jenna's breath was getting raspy.

"Now she's pressing her button, rubbing first up and down and then in a little circles. I'm watching her face. She's biting her lower lip. I think she's getting pretty hot. Oh, that's good, she pushed her panties down just below her crotch and I can see her pussy." I was fisting my cock fast now, my fingers sliding over the sensitive ridge of the mushroom tip, causing tingles all over my groin. I was rolling and squeezing my balls lightly with my left hand. Slapping noises filled the otherwise quiet room. In my ear, I could hear Jenna breathing hard. She was making little squeaks.

"Now she's got her fingers on her clit again. She's going faster now, rubbing in little circles," I told Jenna while panting. "I think she's getting close." Megan nodded again. "She is, she's going to make herself come real soon. I can see her starting to shake. What about you, are you almost there?"

"Yeah!" Jenna cried, "Oh, uh! Uh! Ahhh!"

Megan started shuddering. She gripped the desktop hard with her left hand, her knuckles turning white. She let out three or four explosive gasps as she came, spasms wracking her body while she pressed hard on her clit.

"That's it baby, come!" I told both of them. "Oh fuck," I grunted. "I'm coming too!" My loins tightened and hot ropes of jizz flew from my engorged prick, arcing up and splattering on my chest and stomach. Several more pulses of semen oozed from my pisshole as I continued to pump my cock, coating my hand with the sticky fluid.

"Oh, wow. That was good," I panted, trying to catch my breath. My sister was breathing hard, her eyes closed, as she slumped forward a little, her fingers still softly stroking her wet pussy lips.

Jenna was breathing hard, too. "That was cool," she said, finally. I listened to her catch her breath.

After she recovered, Megan pulled up her underwear, letting the elastic band snap against her skin. She knelt, picked up her shorts, and then daintily put them back on. She gave me a smile and a thumbs up and then quietly left the room.

"It was really sexy, thinking of her watching you," Jenna continued finally. "You got her totally right, too. That's just how she does it. How did you know?"

"Just a guess," I lied. "I've been with a few girls before."

"I heard."

"So, I should probably go. But don't worry, I won't tell anyone about you and Megan," I reassured her. "And, thanks, Jenna. That was really great. Way more fun than doing it alone again."

"Yeah," she agreed. "It's always more fun with somebody else."