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Archive name: bigben.txt (Mf, voy)
Authors name: Gemini (bhicks56@bellsouth.net)
Story title : Big Ben's Sister
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Big Ben's Sister (Mf, voy, oral, mast)
by Gemini (bhicks56@bellsouth.net)
It had been a hard eight-hour workday at the mall,
painting the concrete entrances out in the scolding
summer sun. Many times I asked myself why the hell I
took this job. Was $7.50 an hour worth getting up at
six in the morning when I could be sleeping in during
the summer? Was it worth sweating like a pig in front
of the sexy and underage teenyboppers coming in to shop
every day? Fuck no. But in hindsight, I took the job
right after I broke up with my girlfriend Clea and
failed a semester of community college, so I was sort
of frustrated with life and didn't see myself doing
much. Certainly not getting any from Clea.
So while I drove out of the Mall parking lot with
my fifth (and probably last) paycheck, there was one
thing, and one thing only, floating in my mind. I
needed to get HIGH. Now I swear to you I'm not a
chronic pothead, but once in a while I need a little
herbal refreshment to just help unwind myself.
Unfortunately, I only know one person to get real good
ganja from, and that's Big Ben.
Ben and I had a falling out since graduating high
school. It was just one of those things. Looking back,
I can't tell if we were EVER friends, maybe just two
guys who hung out and didn't hate each other. After
high school, he left for a college way out in the
mountains and I stayed in my hometown to go to
community college since my GPA and SAT scores were a
little less than satisfactory. During the summer
hiatus, he called me a few times, probably because he
was bored and everyone else was at the beach, but for
whatever reason, it proved we were still on speaking
terms.
"Hello?" a deep fried southern voice answered the
phone.
"Sup, dawg?" I responded with his favorite phrase.
"Who is this?"
"It's Travis, man. Don't you recognize me?" Probably
not.
"Oh! Wassup, dawg. You sound different for some
reason. Are you calling from a cell phone?"
"Yeah I just got off work and I'm kinda in the mood
to RELAX, with some of your help, you know what I
mean?"
"Yeah, I know what you want Trav. Come on over, no
one's here. I was thinking about blazing some of this
real fine bud that I got."
"Cool, bro. I'll be there in five minutes."
"Cool, man. See ya later, dawg."
Twenty minutes later I arrived at his front door. I
heard the Allman Brothers blaring from the inside. Yep,
no one was home alright. Otherwise his father would
have told him to turn that shit off a long time ago.
After ringing the doorbell fifty-something times, Ben
swung open the door wearing a tie-dye shirt with
Grateful Dead teddy bears swirling all over it.
"Wassup, dawg?!!" He howled as held up his hand and
smacked me on the side of my arm. Ow. "Sup."
"Hey make yourself at home, I'm gonna go and get the
bud."
"What? You don't have it yet?"
"No, didn't I say I had to go get it when you got
here?"
I gave him that annoyed look in which he responded
by turning around and unlocking the driver door of his
Blazer. "What am I gonna do while you're gone?"
"I dunno. Maybe you should take a shower, you kinda
stink."
"Yeah," I thought to myself, "maybe you should try
manual labor for eight straight hours and then see how
you smell." I kept from saying this out loud to avoid
sounding like my old man. "The Playstation's hooked up
in the den, I'm only gonna be ten minutes." This, in
Ben time, is half an hour. You'd be surprised how old
he considers himself.
Unfortunately I wasn't into videogames. I was 19
after all. But being alone in Ben's house started to
become very interesting. I always fantasized about
breaking into a house. I wondered if I could pull it
off, even if the homeowners were still inside. I'm sure
I could. I've had a lot of practice not being noticed
in high school. I went up the stairs and entered the
first room on the left. It was Erica's room.
Erica was Ben's 15-year-old sister. Five foot three.
Long, wavy brown hair. Smooth legs. Braces. Yet there
was a quiet sexiness to her. Maybe it was because she
was young and vulnerable. But every time she would come
into the kitchen to get a snack to eat, while all us
guys were goofing around, wearing a small white t-shirt
and short Mickey Mouse boxers, I thought things that
none of the other guys were thinking. Taking her,
pulling her down, and totally corrupting her. Even for
a freshman in high school who was related to Ben, she
managed to contain an object of lust under her skin of
gawkiness. She had small tennis ball breasts and a
round bundle of ass and BRACES, my God, BRACES!! She
was 15, but she had the power to stiffen my cock by
just the thought of her.
In her room, filled with N'Sync posters and plastic
ponies and one of those Cat in the Hat hats that went
out of style a few years ago, I was in the mood to do
something naughty. I opened up the top drawer of her
dresser and found an assorted bunch of panties, boxers,
and G-strings! Erica wore G-strings! I couldn't believe
it, though her mouth-watering, handful of butt was her
best feature.
I took a black & white-checkered pair of panties
and opened it up. It was fairly big to fit the size of
Erica's bulging butt cheeks. I put the crotch of the
panties against my nose and took a whiff. Just what I
thought, they were washed. But just the thought that I
had a piece of fabric in my hands that were pressed up
against the nether regions of Ben's little sister was
enough to put my tepee up.
I laid back on Erica's bed and unzipped my jeans.
The head of my penis was already poking out of the fly
of my plaid, cotton boxers. A thick bubble of milky cum
popped up and slowly started to slide off the edge
making my cock resemble a snake rising out of my pants
and sticking its white tongue out with a silent hiss.
I wiped the cum off the tip of my raging bull with
Erica's panties and smiled at the fact that the clean
underwear was now tainted with my filth. I gripped my
dick with the checkered undies and started to stroke
the shaft, licking my lips to the beautiful feel of the
cotton fabric jerking me off and desperately wishing it
was Erica with her small hands.
Visions of Erica in so many naughty positions ran
through my mind in kinetic electricity. I pumped
harder. I taught this image of the young girl to talk
in a dirty language similar to the lingo of amateurish
porn movies. I imagined her being mean to my cock, to
bitch at me and call me names and then take my dick her
mouth. I imagined what it would feel like when those
braces rubbed against my cock as she forced into her
throat, deep enough until she got a taste of my balls
and then pulling it out until she chocked on the damn
thing.
I came instantly and as that cream sprayed all over
the crotch of her panties, I imagined it spraying all
over her face and greasy, braided hair. Globs of it
between her braces, up her nostril, and smacking her
tightly shut eyelids.
I was so into the fantasy, I didn't hear the front
door open. I lifted the soiled panties from my cock and
smiled at my little victory. I wiped the remaining cum
off my dick and heard footsteps coming up the stairs.
My heart froze in my chest and for some reason my
speed-of-light instant reaction was to jump into the
closet directly in front of me.
As I stood there in the dark with lines of light
from the outside bedroom striping my naked lower body,
with Erica's panties dripping with fresh semen in my
right hand, and my jeans down to my sweaty ankles, I
heard Erica's bedroom door open and held my breath...
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Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of
the hands of children. They should be outside playing
in the sun, not thinking about adult situations.
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