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Summer Sisters - 1
by Drewski (drewskimeski008@gmail.com)
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Drew is reunited with his childhood sweetheart. They
are teenagers now and sex might be an option. (mf-
teens, youths, 1st, rom)
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PART 1
It was the first week of summer vacation. School had
been out for a couple of days and I was on top of the
world. I was fifteen and free as a bird. I'd had a
girlfriend all through the school year. It had been my
first serious relationship. Her name was Linda and she
told me she loved me. I told her that I loved her too.
Linda and I had made out a lot. She was a great
kisser. We touched each other all over but never went
all the way. I figured it was just a matter of time
and tried to be patient. I was sure that Linda was
going to be my first.
For a while Linda was my world. She was all I ever
thought about. After a while I began to wonder if
Linda and I would ever go all the way. It was starting
to seem that she was just another tease like the other
girls I'd kissed. It all got to be too much for me. I
started flirting with a girl in English class, Linda
heard about it and broke up with me.
I felt awful at first. I was hurt and angry, then I
was relieved. No more phone calls about nothing. No
more promises to keep and no more acting like someone
that I wasn't. I wasn't myself any longer. I was
Linda's boyfriend. Linda had dumped me about two weeks
before school was out and I was pretty much over her
already. It was summer and I had my whole life ahead
of me.
I had only one chore to do that morning the rest of
the day was mine. I had just deposited the household
trash in the can behind the garage when I heard a
familiar voice. I couldn't believe my ears. It was a
voice I hadn't heard in years, two years at least. I
looked up and there she was. It was Karen, standing on
the back porch of her grandmother's porch, just across
the alley.
Karen didn't live with her grandmother but she had
spent time there as a kid. It seemed like I had known
her all my life. She would visit on holidays and
sometimes she'd stay for a weekend some times for a
week or two in the summer. I always loved it when
Karen stayed at her grandmother's. She was and still
is one of my favorite people. She was two years
younger than I was. She was bold and bossy, feisty and
funny. She was a rough and tumble, tomboy, but she was
all girl, when she wanted to be. We wrestled a lot and
enjoyed rubbing our young bodies together.
Karen and I played together every minute we could when
she stayed at her grandmother's house. We played
everything we could imagine and invented dozens of
games. When we reached that curious age we explored
our bodies together. It started with "I'll show you
mine if you show me yours". Soon we were touching each
other and playing "doctor" and "house". Before long,
we had seen and touched every part of one another.
We would often hide in her grandmother's laundry room
which was in the garage. Karen's grandma, Eileen,
worked at a hair salon. She would bring home all the
linens and things from the shop to wash. We would
sometimes cover a huge pile of laundry with a sheet
and wallow together naked, thinking that we were
having sex. Other times we were climb to the top of
Eileen's garage with a blanket. We'd hide in the shade
of an old oak tree, where no one could see us and
cuddle and dry hump one another.
All that seemed like a lifetime ago as I looked across
the alley that morning. Karen stood there with her
hands on her hips waiting for me. I wanted to run to
her, but I was too cool for that. I motioned that I
would be a minute and carried the trash can back up to
the house. I fought my urge to run to Karen all the
way across the alley.
As I walked across Eileen's yard my eyes were glued of
Karen, standing with her hands on her hips, tapping
her toe impatiently. "Take your time," she said, "I
ain't got nothing else to do today."
As I approached the bottom step of the porch, Karen
smiled and dove into my arms. I caught her but we
tumbled back on the ground. We ended up with Karen on
top of me, my arms around her. She was looking into my
eyes, breathing hard and giggling softly. I had always
thought she was the cutest girl I knew, but she was
prettier than I had remembered her.
Her long blonde hair was hanging across her pretty
face. Her eyes were big and blue, her face tanned with
a few scattered freckles. Her lips were plump and
pink. I wanted to kiss her but it didn't seem
appropriate. She seemed older, more mature, as well
she should. I hadn't seen her in over two years. She
was older and more mature, in many ways. I could feel
her young, firm breasts against my chest. And it soon
became apparent that she felt the lump in my shorts.
Karen's expression changed as she wiggled to and fro,
grinding my crotch. She had a twinkle in her eye as
she said, "Looks like someone is glad to see me."
"No," I answered, "I have a roll of quarters in my
pocket."
Karen wiggled again and said, "Feels more like dimes
to me." She kissed me on the lips. It was a quick
little kiss but I'll never forget it. She hopped to
her feet and helped me up. She turned me around and
brushed off my back. She slapped me on the ass, took
my hand and led me into the house.
There at the table sat a girl I'd never seen. She was
smaller than Karen and she looked as if she might be
younger but I couldn't tell. She had dark wavy hair
and big brown eyes. "Drew," Karen said, "This is my
little sister, Debbie."
"I didn't know you had a sister."
"Step sister, really, Karen said, "Her dad married my
mom. Ain't she a cutie?" She was a cutie too, she
might have been as cute as Karen, maybe even cuter.
Debbie looked up at me with her soft brown eyes and
smiled. "Hi Drew," she said and smiled at Karen and
looked down again.
"OK," Karen said, "I made breakfast so you do the
dishes. Then you can watch TV or read. I'll be out
back." Karen took me my hand again and led me outside.
She was almost running by the time we got to the
garage. As soon as we were inside the laundry room she
grabbed my face and kissed me again. "I sure have
missed you." This kiss was different. We had taught
one another to French kiss long before. We had heard
how it was done and practiced until we had it right
and then we practiced some more.
"I've missed you too."
"Of course you have," Karen said and bit her lower
lip. She just stood there and looked at me. "You look
good. Look at all that long hair. My li'l hippie."
"You look great," I replied. I looked her up and down.
She had certainly grown up a lot over the past two
years. I could see the shape of her breasts through
her t-shirt. She had a bit of a butt and her skinny
little legs had gotten stronger and shapelier.
"Of course I do," she quipped. "I got something to
show you." With that she pulled up her t-shirt to
reveal her firm young breasts. I felt my face get hot
as the blood rushed in.
"Are you blushing?" she giggled, "You've seen me naked
before."
"Yeah, b-but not..." I stammered.
"With boobies?" she giggled again.
I just stood and stared. I felt the bulge in my shorts
growing. Karen reached out and took my hand. She
placed it on her breast. Instinctively I began to
message her titty. She closed her eyes, tipped her
head back and moaned. I had felt a girl's breast
before but it was always in the dark, with my hand
under a girl's top. This was different. Karen looked
me in the eyes again and asked, "You like?"
"Oh yeah," I said as Karen moved closer. She kissed me
again and I kissed her back. I felt her tongue on my
lips and sucked it into my mouth. Our kiss got very
passionate very quickly. We stumbled back a few steps
and landed in a pile of laundry, making out like we
were long lost lovers. I guess in a way we were.
We kissed and writhed and pressed our bodies together
the way we had when we were younger, but now we all
grown up and ready. Neither of us was sure what we
were ready for, but we couldn't wait much longer.
It all felt so natural and familiar with Karen. I was
comfortable with her but I was even more excited to be
kissing her and feeling her next to me than I had been
with any girl before. We kissed deeply, panting and
grunting as we explored each other's bodies with our
hands. I had never felt so alive. I thought I might
explode. I was ready to explode. As soon as I
recognized the nature of the impending eruption, I
rolled off of Karen and drew a deep breath.
Karen climbed atop me and straddled me. She settled
with her crotch on mine. She wiggled, grinding her
warm pussy on my hard young dick. I knew if she moved
much more that I would "cream in my jeans". Just as I
was sure I couldn't fight back any longer, Karen
jumped to her feet and said, "I better go check on the
little knucklehead. You comin'?"
I wasn't sure what she meant at first. I felt my face
get hot. "I'll be there in a minute," I mumbled when I
realized that she was asking if I was coming in the
house. I lay there and let my erection relax and went
into the house.
I had lunch with Karen and her little sister. We
watched a little TV and played Mumbly -Peg in the back
yard. Every chance that Karen got she brushed her body
against mine or leaned against me. She flipped her
hair in my face and we found ourselves alone for a
minute the squeezed me tight and kissed me. I was in a
constant state of arousal. By the time the day was
over and I was having dinner with my parents, my balls
felt swollen and sore. I had a severe case of "Blue
Balls".
Sitting on Eileen's back porch with Karen that night
didn't help matters. She sat next to me and leaned on
me most of the time laying her head on my shoulder
from time to time as we talked. When it was time for
us to go in for the night we found a dark recess and
kissed goodnight. We kissed with such passion one
would have thought we would never see each other
again.
By the time I got into bed that night my balls ached
so badly that I didn't think I could stand it. But
thinking back on my day with Karen and giving my hard
young cock a few strokes relived the pressure and I
slept quite well.
To be continued...
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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