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Why Would He Do That?
by Anonymous Author (no address provided)
***
Lucas comforts his sister Sarah after she gets dumped.
(mf-teens, youths, inc, voy)
***
Author Note: This story was written as an adult
fantasy. The author does not condone the described
behavior in real life in any way shape or form.
Anyone tempted to act out any of the scenarios in this
story; should seriously consider seeking professional
help.
***
My sister was very late getting home from her date.
Mom and Dad waited up for her, until midnight. They
went to bed then, Dad promised to kill her boyfriend
in the morning and Mom promised Sarah was going to be
grounded until the new school year.
Sarah is only 15 and her curfew on weekends was 10:00
PM. She could have called if she was at a late movie
and gotten away with 11:00 PM but Midnight and no call
was enough to make our parents over the top angry.
It was a month into summer and already Sarah had been
out after curfew three other times. This had been her
last chance.
I was lying in my bed when I heard the front door open
and close. It had to be Sarah coming home at last. I
looked at my clock, 1:32 AM. She silently climbed the
stairs past my door and into her room. I could see the
reflected light from her room on the garage wall. I'd
been watching her undress for months by lying on the
garage roof and looking in her window. I'd be there
now except I'd had no idea when to get in place.
My erection remembered the way her butt looked when
she pulled off her jeans. The pink marks in her white
skin from the seams. I love the way her wavy red hair
breaks over the curves of her breasts when she pulls
her top over her head and lets the hair fall loose
around her.
Sarah likes to dance and run, her legs are strong and
maybe a little too muscular. My erection was throbbing
as I slipped out my window and eased over to where I
could see in hers. The roof of the porch was a much
more dangerous vantage point, I could see better, but
there was nothing to hide behind. If she went to her
window and looked out we would be face to face. I had
spied on my sister in her bedroom lots of times. I
even had a pair of binoculars stashed in the garage,
which I used when I was on the roof there.
I'd learned most of what girls look like naked by
looking in her window. I'd been on dates with girls
who would let me feel and poke around but none of them
were willing to have lights on. Sarah had filled out
over the past year and I was hoping she'd be slow
getting into pajamas this time.
From the window I could see her legs and the round
lower curve of her panty clad butt. Thinking of those
panties the last time I'd watched her peel them off, I
pulled my dick out and began tickling myself as I
looked. I leaned closer to get a better look once I'd
seen that she wasn't going to see me.
Sarah was lying on her bed face down. She was fully
dressed but her clothes looked messed up. Her skirt
and blouse had dirt on them and her shoes, normally
polished and clean, were scuffed and muddy too. I
studied her appearance, more curious about her
condition now that I realized that she was crying.
Her legs had scratches on them. She was shaking and
clutching her pillow around her head. My concern for
my little sister made my unbrotherly hard-on fade
until it pulled back inside my pajama pants by itself.
I almost knocked on the glass to ask her what was
wrong; I remembered where I was kneeling just in time
to stop myself.
After I got back inside I went to her door, "Sarah
what's wrong?" I called as I knocked on her door.
"Sarah, why are you crying? Why are you so late?""
"Go away Lucas, I don't want to talk about it." Her
reply was muffled enough that I pretended I hadn't
heard it as I opened her door. "Sarah I heard you come
in, and then I could hear you crying, I could hear you
through the wall."
She turned over on her bed as I opened the door all
the way. I stepped to her bedside and reached out to
her. She flinched away when my hand touched her
shoulder. Her blouse was torn and she had scratches
there too.
"What happened to you?" I asked a little shocked at
her appearance. She'd sat up as I sat down beside her,
her arms came up to be held as she leaned against me
and started to cry again. Sobs wracked her as she
tried to tell me about the worst night of her life.
Her boyfriend had taken her to the drive-in where they
watched a movie while necking and petting. I'd taken
several girlfriends there, I wasn't seeing anyone just
then but the idea of what Sarah and Eric had been
doing was stimulating, along with the feel of her hair
and face against my neck and chest. My tee shirt was
damp with her tears as she wept in the circle of my
arms.
They had left the drive-in with plenty of time to get
her home but on the way Eric had driven to Billy goat
hill. Everybody who had a car and wanted to go make
out went there. The place has a real name but that's
what we all call it, even though there's no hill and
no goats. There are a bunch of roads where developers
tried to sell lots and houses without putting in
plumbing or electric services. The place was a huge
maze of roads with brush and ponds full of frogs.
Eric had been trying to talk her into having sex with
him for the whole time they'd been dating. Sarah
didn't want to go all the way with him even though
they had been dating for seven or eight months. Sarah
told me she'd learned to dry hump with her thighs,
without taking off her underpants. She'd learned to
give a hand job and let him finger her. She told me
she even let him see her naked but none of that had
been what he wanted at Billy goat hill.
"Eric stopped the car and after we kissed a while, he
unzipped his pants. I unbuttoned my blouse and let him
unhook my bra." She told me he pinched her nipples
until they hurt. "He wouldn't stop until I reached
into his pants and grabbed his dick!" Sarah told me
she gave him a tug job until he came, and then asked
him to drive her home.
Eric drove around in the maze until Sarah was totally
lost then parked and told her she could blow him for a
ride home or they were through. He'd grabbed her hair
and tried to force her head into his lap. He pulled
her head down and mashed her lips against his penis!
Sarah told me she'd clawed his nutsack after he pulled
so hard at her hair that he pulled out a tuft. She bit
his other hand and got away from him while he held
himself. She'd grabbed her clothes and gotten out of
the car, determined to walk home.
He'd driven off and left her. Sarah had gotten lost
until she saw the Big Dipper through the clouds and
started walking through the brush instead of trying to
follow the roads. It had taken her a few hours to get
home but other than scratches and torn clothes she was
unhurt. I hugged her to me, glad she hadn't been
beaten up or worse. She looked like she'd lost a fight
with the girl's field hockey team.
"I'll punch him out for treating you like that sis.
He's not nearly good enough for you to cry over." I
held her in my arms; the smell of her hair filled my
nose. The feel of her arms around my waist and her
head on my chest were excruciating. I wanted to touch
her breasts and pinch her nipples. I wanted to unhook
her bra and dry hump her thighs. I wanted a tug job
while I put my fingers up inside her! It took me a few
minutes to get myself under control again.
I brought her face up to look at me and convinced her
to let me help her clean up. We went to the bathroom
so I could get peroxide and mercurochrome for her
scratches. Sarah was a little shy about taking off her
clothes, even after all she'd told me, but after a few
minutes of me promising not to look at anything but
the scratches I got her to take off her shoes and drop
her skirt.
Her long strong legs were bare! As I washed her legs
with warm water on a soft clean washcloth, I got to
rub my soapy hand over them and when she sat back
against the sink with her legs spread, I'm sure she
sighed. The fabric of her panty was thin enough that I
could see a mole on her butt that I'd never noticed
before. I took my time as I dried her legs. I held
her inner thigh in one hand and gently patted the
water off with the softest towel we had. I finished
with the towel and dabbed peroxide on the cuts. None
were deep but it stung her as I worked.
"This part will hurt Sarah." I warned her as I touched
the cuts with the applicator of Mercurochrome. She
flinched a little but didn't cry out or pull away. I
dipped and painted again and again. She turned to
allow access to the backs of her legs. Her panty clad
butt muscles clenched as I finished up the last
scratch on her leg.
My penis was as erect and hard as it had ever been as
Sarah unbuttoned her blouse! I was kneeling behind my
sister as she took off another garment. She was only
wearing a lacy little strapless bra she'd picked
because it showed off her breasts and sheer enough
panties that I could see her pubic hair reflected in
the mirror!
She turned to face me again to show me the gouge on
her shoulder where the tree limb had torn her blouse
and made a gash on her arm.
I had to shuffle and shift my pajama pants so that my
erection didn't poke out the opening as I stood up.
Her breast grazed my arm as I reached for the
washcloth. It was cold and Sarah didn't move away as I
reached to turn on the hot water again. She did move
to the side so I could get the soap and rewarmed
washcloth but she stood close, waiting while I soaped
and wiped the wound. There was a sliver in the gash on
her arm and it bled when I picked it out.
Sarah pulled her bra cup away from the blood and
cupped her hand over the uncovered breast. "Go ahead,
get it over with." she prompted as I stared after the
brief flash of her nipple.
I held her arm in one hand and the gauze square with
peroxide in the other. The peroxide bubbled as it hit
the wound and Sarah gritted her teeth. "Owww" She
hadn't complained up till then and when the
Mercurochrome touched the gash, tears sprang up in her
eyes.
Sarah let go of her bra and her exposed breast to put
her hands on my shoulders. She sobbed and wept then as
I put the Mercurochrome down and took her in my arms.
I could tell she wasn't crying because of the cuts,
she was just emotionally exhausted and couldn't hold
back any more.
"Lucas why would he do that?" she cried as I held her.
Her arms around my waist seemed to force the air from
my lungs. The feel of her breasts against my chest
were like hot coals. The fabric of my shirt wasn't
enough to notice as her warm soft breasts mashed
against me. I hadn't meant to but as I tried to find a
good place for my hands I pushed the band of her bra
down and she didn't stop it as it slipped to her
waist.
My hands petted softly over her shoulders and bare
back as I held her trying to find words to comfort her
even while I was trying to get my breath and clear my
gummy throat so I could speak at all.
"Why would he leave you?" I asked.
"No why did he want a blow job? What's so special
about a blow job? I mean, I know what it is but what's
so great about it?"
She leaned away from me and put her finger in her
mouth. "Guck, guck, guck!" she said around her finger.
"Why do guys want that so much?"
"I don't know Sarah." I had to admit. "I've never had
a blow job." I've been dating for several years and
have driven my own dates to Billy goat hill. I'm
almost 18 and I've never had a blow job. "I never knew
a girl who wanted to try it Sarah. I've never dumped a
girl out there either."
Sarah just then noticed the erection that had been
pressing against her thigh for the past several
minutes. She looked down at it where my pajamas
gapped. She looked up at me. Her nipples peeking
through her hair came to pointy hard tips of her
breasts.
"Sarah I don't – wait Sarah!" I said as she pushed
away and turned to go out the door.
"Do you want a blow job too? Yeuch! All guys are just
the same! Ick! I'm your sister you pervert!" she
shouted as she stormed out and down the hall to her
room.
I still had a stiff erection I was rubbing on as I
went to my room. Her light was on and my window was
still open. I crawled out and over to her window.
Sarah was lying on her bed, her Panties were off and
her legs were open. She had one hand holding a breast
and the other working fingers into her pussy.
I knelt, watching and stroking as Sarah fingered
herself. I imagined my hand holding her breast, my
fingers pinching her nipple. I wanted to suck her tits
and bring her to orgasm with my fingers in her pussy.
I kept rubbing my dick as I watched Sarah rolling her
head from side to side, her hips bucking up off her
bed as she masturbated herself to orgasm.
It took her longer to climax than it did me, but I had
a head start. I'd been aroused longer than she had. I
watched until she reached for her bedside lamp, I
moved away from her window before she clicked off the
light.
Back in my room I closed my window, turned on my
bedside light and cleaned myself up, I had to change
my pajama pants.
I lay on my bed thinking about Sarah playing with
herself, I'd watched her undress and go to bed lots of
times. I'd never seen her masturbate or go to bed
naked before.
I was still thinking about Sarah naked when I fell
asleep. My dreams were filled with her. She was naked
rubbing her tits in front of me, rubbing them on me!
Holding my dick in her hand – then screaming at me as
I was about to cum! In my dream she was climbing on me
sitting on my lap, kissing me then slapping my face
and pushing away from me. I couldn't make my arms hold
her or my hands grip her as she shoved me away!
I woke up from the dream, my light still on and
sunlight streaming in my window. My bed was a mess
even though I'd gone to sleep on top of the blankets.
I changed clothes and went downstairs. It was too
early for anyone else to be up so I had the kitchen to
myself. I set up coffee and got out cereal, then went
got for an early morning run to clear my head. I ran
ten blocks and turned to run back, a little more than
a mile but my time was nothing to brag about.
Sarah could run it faster any time she wanted to,
without even extending herself. The only reason I am
stronger than her is because I'm six feet tall and I
weigh 195 pounds. I run and work out so I don't get
fat like our father did. His heart attack made a big
impression on me. He lived through it but he was weak
as a kitten for a year after it.
I had planned to take the leg back home at an easy
pace but two blocks before home I saw Eric's car turn
the corner ahead of me. I sprinted the last two blocks
and got there as Sarah opened the door. She stepped
out onto the steps and pulled the door shut behind
herself.
I was in time to hear her "You bastard get away from
my house! Don't you now honey me you shithead! You
should have thought of that last night when you pulled
my hair!"
I couldn't hear what Eric was saying, he wasn't
shouting at her. I came jogging up then, a little out
of breath from the sprint. "You better go Eric or my
big brother might pound you!" she said.
He turned toward me like I'd threatened him myself.
Well maybe I should, I wanted to hit him a few times.
Eric threw up his hands and without thinking I smashed
his lip. I hadn't even tried to. I just was hitting
him. He went down and Sarah jumped between us. "No
more Lucas, don't hit him anymore!" she was shouting
at me. I could hardly hear her for the roaring of my
blood in my ears.
Eric crab walked backward away from us Sarah stayed
between us looking at me. She didn't even look over
her shoulder at him. Eric got to his feet. He reached
inside his car and pulled out a bat. I shoved Sarah
out of the way and lunged toward Eric before he could
get set with it. Sarah landed on her butt, her
bathrobe all askew, showing that she wasn't dressed
under it.
I only saw that after I slammed into Eric, knocking
him down again. He had been distracted by the sight of
Sarah's body in the morning light. On my hands and
knees over Eric I looked down at him. "If you come
here again or go near my sister again I'll pull your
nuts off and stomp them! Do you hear me, Asshole?"
His bat was near my hand and his car looked way too
good. I stood and picked up the bat. As Eric stood I
looked over at Sarah. She'd sat up and almost
straightened out her robe.
"Wait Lucas please?" she said. "My purse is it in your
car?" she asked Eric. "Let me get my purse please
Lucas?" she asked me.
I gestured with the bat toward Eric. "It better be
there asshole or I'll fuck up your car good. Sarah
went to the passenger side and climbed in. She felt
around under the seat and held up her purse. She
smiled at me like I'd done something terrific. She
opened the glove compartment and dug out a few things.
She took some CDs out of the holder and then climbed
back out of the car.
"I don't want to see you anymore Eric. Don't call me
or come over any more." Sarah said to him and walked
back into the house.
"I'll put this bat in the back seat if you want it
Eric." I said as I lined up on the windshield with it.
Eric climbed into his car and closed the door. I held
the bat ready but he kept his mouth shut and backed
out of the driveway. I carried the bat into the house
as Eric drove away.
Sarah was sitting on the stairs with her hands
covering her face. She was crying softly, her
shoulders hunched. Mom and Dad were both there, angry
at Sarah and angry at being woke up by all the
shouting. "Why did you shove your sister into the
shrubbery and why were you trying to hit Eric with
that bat?"
"Mom, its Eric's bat" I answered. "He and Sarah were
fighting and he pulled out the bat. I thought she
might get hit." I tried to explain.
Dad chose then to ask "What time did you get in last
night?" to Sarah. "It doesn't matter, there's no
excuse for not calling. You are grounded young lady!"
Sarah started crying louder now. She opened her purse
and her phone fell out. She was so upset she couldn't
even talk. She pointed at the phone and looked up at
me, her face blotchy from crying and her eyes brimming
with tears.
I understood then why she hadn't called. Her phone and
her purse were still in Eric's car.
"Mom, Dad, she couldn't call last night. That asshole
had her phone in his car." It took a while but finally
the whole awful night was explained to them. We didn't
go into details, just that Eric wanted her to have sex
and that he'd dumped her out there after she refused.
Dad wanted the bat and directions to Eric's house.
"You won't be seeing that boy again!" Mom said.
"Lucas, I'm glad you didn't hit him with that bat."
"I would have," Dad said softly.
"Am I still grounded?" Sarah asked.
"You can't go out with that boy or any boy if you
don't know better than to let them take you to places
like that." Mom told her.
"Lucas" Sarah wailed. She clearly hoped I'd be able to
talk Mom into a lesser punishment.
"Ok, you can go out with Lucas. He won't take you to
those kinds of places." Mom told her.
"Oh Mom!" she wailed as she turned over and scrambled
up the stairs.
I needed a shower so I went up to my room then the
bathroom. I was relaxing in the hot spray, coming down
from the adrenalin after the near fight with Eric. The
bathroom door opened and closed. The draft made the
shower curtain billow against my back. Sarah spoke
from the other side of the curtain.
"Thank you Lucas. I'm sorry I shouted at you last
night. You spoke up for me with Mom and Dad. You
punched Eric out too. You stuck up for me." She
thought about how that sounded and giggled. "You stood
up for me last night too. Hahahaha!" Sarah laughed
full out. "Do you think I'm pretty Lucas?" she asked,
suddenly sobered by the idea.
"Sarah, you know you're pretty, every guy in school
tells you so." I told her through the curtain.
"You don't Lucas. You never say I'm pretty. Did you
get a boner because I was undressed or was it just
what we were talking about?"
Thinking about her undressed and hearing her voice
outside the curtain was starting to get to me, I was
coming erect there in the shower. "I – uh – I was
turned on by seeing you, a little." I answered. "Did
you – um – like me seeing you?"
"You can see me now Lucas." she said as she pulled the
curtain aside. "I thought about you looking at me for
a long time." She'd let her robe drop to the floor. I
could see her bare shoulders and one breast, as she
moved the curtain. "I liked it when you were looking,
and you didn't try to make me do anything." Her bare
foot and leg appeared and she stepped into the tub
with me.
We stood facing each other, both naked. Her hair was
pulled back behind her head. Her breasts stood out,
her nipples contracted and pointy. The bush of her
pubic hair looked like a red feather once the water
hit it. She reached for the washcloth and started
washing away the Mercurochrome from her arm. I leaned
out to get another cloth from the pile. I gently
started cleaning the scratches on her legs.
"Sarah, do you know how it makes you feel when you
masturbate? Now that was a stupid question, of course
you know. What I mean is, you asked me why guys like
blow jobs. It must be like that." I slid my hand up
her thigh as I said it. My fingers touched her Labia
and she didn't try to stop me. "When you touch here
it feels different than if I do it, right?"
We spent half an hour or more exploring each other
before the water got cold then we had to get out and
dry off. Sarah had showed me a few things I'd never
even thought about with her hands and I'd convinced
her to let me finger her while we got dried off. She
was sitting on the counter with her legs open while I
knelt there with my fingers in her. She held my wrist
as her hips jerked. She bit her lips and moaned
against her arm as she climaxed.
My erection was bigger than it had been while she was
rubbing it and I wanted to stick it in her until I
came. I stood up; my penis lay against her labia, wet
with the fresh juices from her body.
"Don't Lucas." she moaned against my chest. She tried
to push me away but that just rocked her back against
the mirror.
"I won't put it in you, but this feels so good. Sarah,
please!"
Sarah grasped the shaft and held it against her as I
thrust again and again. When I did cum, the string of
sperm spurted out onto her stomach.
Sarah licked some off her fingers and said "It doesn't
taste like pee. I thought it would taste like pee."
I'd never tasted cum either. I'd smelled plenty, I'd
smelled Sarah's underpants too but I'd never tasted
vaginal fluids either. We both tried the flavors of
each other and ourselves.
Sarah washed her hands and her bush while standing
bare naked in front of the mirror. I sat on the toilet
seat just watching and waiting my turn. Habit made me
start rubbing my dick. I'd beaten off to the sight of
her naked in her room lots of times. This time she was
right there in front of me.
Sarah watched over her shoulder for a few minutes then
turned so I could see her from the front. She stood in
the Wonder Woman pose with her feet apart and her
fists on her hips. She leaned back a little and stuck
out her chest! It was perfect and she was posing just
for me.
I stood up in a similar pose but when I leaned back
from the hips, My dick lay over to the side instead of
standing straight up.
"Does it need a little help?" Sarah asked. We were
both ready to laugh or run. Neither of us knew what to
do from that point. I reached out and grasped a
handful of her soft hair, just to feel it in my hand,
my fingers snagged in a tangle as Sarah turned. Her
arm came up to push my hand away "No –no –no" she
cried out. "Don't!" She fell back against the door as
my hand came loose of her hair. She slumped against
the door, all bravado and humor gone in an instant, my
little sister slid to the floor frightened and crying.
My erection wilted as I knelt down in front of her
"Sarah, what did I do? What happened?" I was
bewildered at her reaction.
"You had that same look in your eyes that Eric did
last night. You grabbed my hair like he did. I thought
you were going to try to make me – like he did." Sarah
was crying now and all her perky pretty girl face was
covered in a mask of pain and misery. I picked up her
robe from where she'd dropped it and covered her with
it. A towel around my waist was enough for me.
"Sarah, take my hand." I coaxed. She let me pull her
to her feet. She put on her robe and belted it tight
around her waist. I followed her out into the hall.
She went to her room, I went to mine. I was dressed in
blue jeans and an old plaid cotton shirt and down
stairs in just a few minutes. It only took me a few
more minutes to put on my high top running shoes.
It took Sarah longer but when she got there she had
brushed the tangles out of her hair and put on one of
her favorite summer dresses. Just enough to be decent
Dad called them. There is a front like an apron. No
back because the front has ties that go around the
neck and the back over a sports bra. This one was dark
green that looked good with her hair and set off the
light green of the dress. The skirt part has a
waistband held closed with four buttons on each side
and soft pleats that let the full circle flare out to
show her legs when she spins. Sarah calls them her
twirler dresses. She had on light white deck shoes and
a big matching purse.
I looked like a hick next to her as she stopped so Mom
and Dad could get the full effect.
"Mom, am I really grounded?" Sarah asked in a soft
voice. There was no use yelling or trying to argue,
both those things would only make a punishment – no
matter how unfair, last longer. All Sarah could hope
for would be if one of them relented and convinced the
other to go along.
Dad looked her over. Her scratches from the night
before were mostly fading pink lines that would
disappear completely in a few days. The gouge on her
shoulder was going to leave a mark but it was smaller
today too. They'd both had some coffee and some time
to talk over what Sarah had told them.
"Where is your phone?" was the first thing Dad asked
her. "What are you all dressed up for?" was the next.
"I was hoping Lucas could take me to the Mall, or if
I'm not grounded," she tried "maybe one of you could
drop me off?" She held up her phone as she said it, a
little smile on her face. Dad would have softened but
Mom wasn't ready to go along, I could tell from
several more years of being in trouble with them.
Saturday at the Mall can be interesting and I hadn't
been there for a long time. "I'll take her Mom." I
volunteered, putting off the time when Mom had to be
the enforcer. She looked a grateful smile at me in a
flash. Mom didn't like to punish but when she had, she
didn't back up often. Sarah hadn't been willful in not
calling but Mom knew exactly what Billy goat hill was
about and Sarah's punishment was in part for going
there with Eric or any boy.
Dad asked if I needed any gas money. Silly question, I
always needed cash. He peeled off some bills and
handed them to me. Get yourselves some lunch too.
There was a twenty and two tens there. It was only
9:00 AM. The Mall was opening but it wouldn't get into
full swing there for another hour or so.
Mom and Dad were still in pajamas and robes. They must
have been sitting in the kitchen talking and drinking
coffee all the time Sarah and I were screwing around
in the bathroom. Mom told Sarah that she was only
grounded from dating; she could go out by herself to
the Mall or Skating but only if she got dropped off
and picked up by one of us. No movies and no riding in
cars or going out with boys until School started
again.
On the way to the Mall, Sarah untied the strap from
her neck and wriggled out of the sports bra. I got a
quick glimpse of her tit before she re-tied the strap.
Without the Sports bra, her breasts showed from the
sides and bobbed as she moved. I could barely keep my
eyes on the road as she wriggled around. When we got
there and parked, Sarah leaned toward me. She was
making sure I got a great eyeful. I couldn't see her
nipples but I could see all the way down her cleavage
to her stomach. The pale green fabric let enough light
through to see her areolas shift as she moved.
"You don't have to stay if you don't want to Lucas."
she breathed at me. A sly little smile played over her
face and then she twisted around and hopped out of the
car. I was ten or fifteen feet behind her by the time
I got out. I didn't hurry to catch up. She'd hitched
up the skirt part of her dress and tucked it under the
waistband. The result was a skirt so short I could see
the edge of her panty and the gap between her thighs.
I was enjoying the view! The strip of cloth knotted
below her shoulder blades was loose enough to let the
knot droop. She'd spent some time figuring out how to
make an outfit Dad would let her out in as slutty as
that. I was semi erect just walking behind her.
When we got to the food court Sarah stopped and turned
toward me. I watched her breasts sway under the apron
front of her dress. They looked bigger somehow than
they had in the car! Sarah asked me the same question
twice before I could answer. "Um, I'd like a Cinnamon
roll and some coffee. What would you like?" She looked
at me a little weird. She'd told me twice and I still
didn't know.
I fished a twenty out of my pocket and handed it to
her. "Here, get what you want."
She bounced off to order while I watched. If Dad ever
saw her in that outfit, he'd have a whole new heart
attack. Mom would ground her for the rest of her life
and me too for letting her out of the car!
I found a table and sat down looking toward the Mall
entrance. Sarah came back a little while later. Every
guy in the food court watched her strut to the table
and set our food down. She had two slices of cheese
pizza and a cola drink.
"Sarah, I love the way you look, I've never seen you
look this – um sexy before, but you've got to tone it
down! If any of Mom's friends see you and tell her
about it she'll freak out and kill us both."
Sarah just set down her slice of pizza, she slowly
chewed and swallowed the bite she'd taken, holding up
one finger while she took a drink of her soda, she
replied at last "I dress like this all the time, all
the girls I know do. Nobody ever told Mom anything
before, so I don't see why they would now. Besides,
you like it." she ducked her head to sip from her
cola, looking at me from under her brows.
"Please Sarah, at least put your bra back on while
we're in the Mall." She pulled it out of her white
canvas purse and smirked at me, "Right here?"
"Sarah!" came a shout from behind me. Several girls
came over to where we were sitting. They were all
pretty and about the same age as Sarah but she looked
like a swan among geese with them. She was right about
the clothes, there was more skin showing than covered.
It seemed like a competition and Sarah beat them all.
"Eric's been telling everybody He broke up with you!
Is it true?" one of the girls shrieked. They asked her
questions like I wasn't even there. I didn't know any
of their names but I'd seen most of them at school.
They didn't dress like that at school either!
One girl had a cropped top so short that when she
raised her arm I could see the bottom of her tits from
where I was sitting. They weren't large but the peek-
a-boo look at them made it more intriguing than it
would have been if she was topless.
Sarah was keeping up with several conversations at
once it seemed. I was not paying much attention to
their chatter until one girl said, "He said after he
fucked you he threw your clothes out of the car and
drove off while you were picking them out of the
pond!"
Sarah had been disheveled but her clothes hadn't been
wet or even muddy except for her shoes. My face went
red and my temper took over. "What did you say?" I
raged as I jumped to my feet!
"I didn't say it, Eric said it. Is it true?" the
little bitch asked Sarah, in a tone of voice that
sounded like she believed it already.
"Dana! You know it isn't true." Sarah said. "Lucas,
please don't shout at my friends."
"He tried often enough." Sarah said. "He's always like
– my balls hurt – they're turning blue –You make me
horny – it's your fault - you have to help me. He was
always begging for sex but I never let him do it. Ick
he's such a liar."
"Don't look now, but here he comes." one of the girls
said. I looked where she was looking, thinking she was
trying to be funny.
Eric and several of his friends were coming toward us.
He saw me and then saw Sarah through the cluster of
girls. Eric stopped in his tracks, His friends kept
walking a few steps until they noticed he'd stopped
and they saw Sarah. Only one of his friends was
someone I knew from school, he had a geometry class
with me.
"Dave." I spoke up in the sudden silence. "This has
nothing to do with you. Back off if you're smart, I'm
going to slap the shit out of Eric." All the girls
around Sarah were watching to see what would happen
next.
Eric looked left and right, He would have looked
behind him except he'd have to look away and I was
about to charge. One of his buddies dropped his
shoulders and set his feet, ready for a fight. Eric
edged to the side to keep him between us. I looked the
guy in the eyes. "You gonna fight for him?" He didn't
answer or step aside, so I spun a chair into his shins
and yanked him off his feet as he tangled with the
thing crashing into his legs. I jumped over him and
grabbed Eric's shirt. I yanked him to me and
backhanded his face as hard as I could. His lip split
open where my knuckles ground it into his teeth. I
slapped him on the nose and watched the blood spurt
from his nostril.
I shook him with both hands as another of his friends
tried to pull me off. I pulled Eric off his feet by
dragging him over his already downed friend. I
shrugged off the guy pulling on my arm and spun on
Dave. He held up his hands and backed away.
I wanted to kick the shit out of Eric but the Mall
security guards showed up just then. I looked around
for Sarah but she was gone!
They were more interested in getting us out of there
than they were in trying to keep us there. They had no
authority to hold anyone since we hadn't broken
anything or stolen any merchandise. They called
everybody sir and miss and tried to herd us out the
doors. Eric squawked about calling the cops and
pressing charges but there were fewer and fewer
witnesses by the second.
Sarah was waiting by my car when I got there. I had
been worried about where she was.
She had her clothes back like she'd worn them when we
left the house. I chewed her out for disappearing like
that and making me worry! All she did was look at the
ground and murmur "Yes Lucas, I'm sorry."
We hadn't been at the Mall for very long; in fact we'd
only been gone from home for a little more than an
hour when I pulled back into the driveway. Sarah was
quiet all the way home. Once, she'd asked if I'd tell
Mom about the fight and seemed relieved when I said I
wouldn't, but other than that her only conversation as
I drove was to ask if she could turn on the radio. She
changed channels until she found one with clear
reception then sang along with a couple songs.
We went in the back door, me following Sarah. I bumped
into her where she'd stopped in the doorway. I looked
over her shoulder at a sight I'll never forget! Dad
had Mom naked on the table! He was as naked as she
was! The scar from his heart surgery was bright red,
like a neon light pointing at the place where their
bodies met. Dad looked up and Mom looked over her
shoulder at us, their surprise as great as ours!
There was nothing for them to cover themselves up with
and after a few seconds Mom stopped trying to shield
her breasts with her hands. Dad's dick plopped out and
he did cover it with his hand, turning away from Sarah
a little.
"What are you two doing back here so soon?" Dad
thundered. He was trying to mask his embarrassment
with anger, but he was blushing more than getting red
in the face.
Mom started laughing like she'd flipped. She didn't
stop laughing until she started hiccoughing. "Go on
Hic! Get out of here Hic!" She sat up and slid off the
table. Her breasts were larger than Sarah's but the
areolas were about the same size. Mom's curly pubic
hair was much thicker and darker, giving her mound a
more mysterious appearance but her belly was almost as
flat as Sarah's. Mom made shooing motions with her
hands that made her boobs bob and sway in very
interesting ways.
I pushed Sarah through the doorway and propelled her
on into the kitchen. She kept on going, through to the
living room as I followed, trying to look without
staring as we left them there in the kitchen. Mom's
robe and Dad's were both on the floor by the couch.
Their pajamas were in piles on the floor.
"Oh my god!" Sarah blurted out as she noticed the
clothes. She looked back toward the kitchen then ran
up the stairs. I was most of the way up before I heard
her giggling. I'd followed her because I thought she
was freaking out. She was sitting on her bed laughing
when I got there.
"Oh God – Lucas they were doing it right there!" I've
never seen anyone really doing it before, and there
they were right on the kitchen table!" Sarah was
giddy, snickering and grinning. "Dad looked so
surprised when I came in the door! Oh God Lucas they
were all sweaty and the look on Dad's face!"
Sarah had one hand in her lap, she was rubbing at her
crotch through her skirt and I could tell she was near
climaxing. My erection at the sight of Mom nude was
increased in size and sensitivity at the sight of
Sarah masturbating. I closed her door behind me and
stepped to her bedside.
"You'll get your dress all messed up if you keep doing
that. Maybe you could take it off. I'll get you off if
you'll do a hand job for me." I offered. Sarah was
unbuttoning the waistband while I was still talking.
"I wanted to come up here to Frigg myself while we
were driving home. It's all I could think of after you
smashed Eric's nose!" Sarah's eyes sparkled as she
said it. Her dress slid to the floor when she eeled
out of the straps. Her sports bra wasn't enough to
restrain her erect nipples completely. She peeled it
off over her head while I was still unzipping my
pants. I was bent over untying the laces when Sarah
pushed down her panty revealing her damp pubic hair
and reddened Labia She didn't need to pull the lips
open, they were swollen and inviting.
Sara stood naked in front of me. I could see her back
reflected in her closet door and I could see her front
reflected in her dresser mirror. It was like there
were lots of pretty naked redheads waiting, not very
patiently, for me to get my clothes off!
I stood at last and kicked off my shoes while I shoved
my pants down my legs. We had seen and touched and
tasted everything the day before but this was
different. Sarah was as aroused as I was and she
wanted the contact, maybe more than I did!
I put my hands on her hips, she was standing close
enough, I didn't need to pull her toward me. Her hand
closed on my penis and she pushed me over backward
onto the bed. Sarah climbed onto the bed beside me and
curled herself around so I could reach her vaginal
opening. She was wet and slippery already as I
inserted two fingers into her. Sarah told me when I
moved my hands and fingers in ways that she liked
especially well. "Eric just poked and pawed around
while I beat him off. He never cared what I liked,
just himself." Sarah was talking in a soft voice as
she massaged my shaft and rolled my ball sack with the
other hand. Her breath tickled the hairs on my scrotum
as she spoke. I could barely concentrate on what I was
doing with my fingers.
I decided to try what Sarah was doing; I moved my head
closer to her pussy and blew gently on the hair. I
couldn't think of anything else to talk about so I
started telling her how beautiful and sexy I thought
she looked in the mirrors. Whatever I said, she
started moving her hips to press against my fingers.
Her slit was so close to my face, I tried touching her
now exposed clitoris with my tongue.
Sarah groaned and jerked, her body shifted and her
pussy pressed against my nose. I got into making her
react again and again. I licked and soon I was sucking
gently, trying to see how far out it would come. Sarah
had completely stopped doing anything but pulling my
hair and pressing my face against her pussy!
"Oh – ah, ah Lucas!" she cried out as she clamped my
head to her pussy I couldn't breathe very well so I
pulled my fingers out and pried her hands off my head.
"No, no don't stop! Lucas please, don't stop!"
Once free of her hands and able to breathe again I was
willing to go back to licking Sarah's pussy but first
I pushed her to her back and knelt between her thighs.
I lay down on her with my ear to her chest. I could
hear her heart beating fast and hard. I wanted to rub
my dick against her labia like we'd done in the
bathroom. As I crawled up her body the head of my
penis touched then parted her pussy lips.
Sarah was so worked up, she was bucking and responding
as her vagina welcomed my penis inside! I thrust into
her a few inches. Her eyes snapped open as she
realized what I was doing! It hadn't been what I
intended to do but it felt so good I didn't even think
of stopping until Sarah started twisting from side to
side and pushing my chest away. "No Lucas! Get it out,
get off me!" She wasn't quite shouting but she was
getting louder as she reached between us and pulled my
penis out of her vaginal canal.
I reluctantly rolled off her and lay there with my
chest heaving as my hard-on wilted.
I'd had it inside her for only a few seconds, but it
was long enough to know I wanted it in there again!
"Lucas we can't do that." Sarah said in softer tones.
"We can't Lucas, it would be incest!" She was up on
her elbows looking at my now flaccid penis as she
spoke. She seemed like she wanted me to talk her into
doing it even though it was incest.
Just then Mom called up the stairs "Sarah! Lucas! Are
you kids up there?" Her feet made the third step
squeak as she came up. "Your father and I need to talk
to you kids." She kept coming up the stairs. I could
hear the hinge of my door squeak as Mom pushed it
open. I'd never known it was loud enough to hear from
Sarah's room but I recognized its sound immediately.
I jumped off the bed as Sarah answered. "I'm here Mom!
Do you need me? I'll be right down!" She pointed to
her window and waved me toward it. I was naked, my
shoes and clothes a pile on her floor. Mom knocked on
Sarah's door just as I was climbing over the sash. She
started opening the door before Sarah could reach it
to stop her. Sarah kicked my clothes under her bed as
I slipped down out of sight.
Mom came in to Sarah's room. From where I was on the
roof, outside my sister's bedroom window, naked in
broad daylight, I could hear Mom. "What are you
doing?" Sarah hadn't had time to even grab a robe!
"I've been exercising Mom." She answered like it
should have been obvious to anyone.
"Well, just get dressed and come downstairs. Do you
know where Lucas went? He's not in his room."
"I don't know Mom. Maybe he went for a run. He shoved
me up the stairs and then went away."
"OK we can wait until he comes back." Mom said.
I was afraid she meant to wait right there but a
moment later Sarah leaned out the window and said "You
can come back in now, Mom's gone. She'd put a robe on
but I was still naked. She looked me up and down as I
climbed back in. She watched every move as I picked up
my clothes and she kept smiling and watching as I
dressed. "You're going to have to get out and come in
the front door without anybody seeing you." She
whispered in my ear.
The feel of her breath on my neck and ear were enough
to arouse me again. I was so frustrated I wanted to
scream! I pulled her robe tie and rather than let me
undo it she plopped into my lap. My boner was obvious,
even though I'd pulled on my pants before I sat down
to put on my shoes.
"Don't Lucas." She hissed. Her hip pressed against my
erection and she looked surprised as she felt it with
her hand. "Once we can get away from Mom and Dad, I'll
help you with that." she giggled. "You stopped too
soon for me too." She jumped to her feet and pulled my
hand to drag me to my feet.
I finished dressing and climbed out the window again,
Sarah caught me at the last moment. She put her hand
behind my neck and kissed me hard on the mouth! As
much as we'd been fooling around and the sexual play
we'd been through, I'd never kissed her lips! She held
on and kissed while I got into kissing her back. "I've
never kissed anyone who just climbed through my
window." she giggled as she pulled away.
Sarah untied her robe then and held it open so I had a
great look at her tits and bush before I climbed down
from the roof to the bushes by Mom and Dad's bedroom.
There was nobody in there or I'd have been seen but I
knew Mom would be in the living room and she'd have
heard me if I dropped onto the patio. I'd snuck out of
my room lots of times, it's how I first looked into
Sarah's room. She'd been dancing to music on the radio
while she got ready for bed. I liked the way her body
looked before she pulled on her pajamas. I was hooked
on the sight in just those short few minutes.
I ran at a diagonal away from the house, once I'd
gotten clear of the bushes. The fence in the corner
had a cross brace right where I could step to vault
over the six foot barrier. There was a chance on
Saturday that someone was home there, but it was the
best way out of our back yard. My luck held, I
couldn't quite see over the six foot fence until I was
climbing it. I had to run, grab and vault. If I tried
to go slow I'd have to climb over the top and make a
lot of noise. There was no one in their yard and their
car was not in the driveway. I noticed that the grass
was a little long back there. My footprints were
pretty visible so I stayed by the fence and jogged to
the driveway and then the street.
A fast run around the block and I jogged up to our
front door.
The door was locked; Dad opened it as I fumbled with
the keys. The events of the past twenty or thirty
minutes had taken less time than it had seemed like.
Mom and Dad had gotten themselves together. Dad had on
khaki pants and a blue shirt with the sleeves rolled
up. Mom was dressed in blue pants and an off white
pullover, which was snug enough to remind me just how
large and round her bare tits were. Sarah was dressed
in pants and a loose top, with her hair pulled back in
two braids. Mom was sitting on the edge of her chair
and Dad moved to it on his favorite easy chair. That
left the couch beside Sarah for me.
I figured we were in for an uncomfortable time while
they tried to explain that what we'd seen was
perfectly normal, a little "Birds and Bees" talk and
maybe a scolding for something we'd done or not done.
The last time Dad had tried to "Give me the Talk" it
had ended with the loss of internet privileges until
Dad had to help me with my homework.
We were sitting there wondering what it was all about
when Mom cleared her throat in the way she did when
she wanted us to listen. "Kids, you caught us
celebrating earlier." she started, then stopped. "I
mean, we all should be celebrating."
She stopped again while I pictured all four of us
naked and fucking in the kitchen! A grin sprang to my
face at the mental image of me between Mom's upraised
legs, like Dad had been. Sarah saw it and I think she
knew what I was thinking. She started snickering but
before it could turn into a full laugh Dad broke in.
"Kids we have to move!" He blurted out. "Wait, what I
mean is we put a down payment on a new house."
Sarah and I looked at each other than at Dad. I didn't
understand quite what Dad was saying. Mom said "We got
an answer on our offer for a house. We didn't tell you
kids because it was a very low offer and we didn't
think it would go through. Money's going to be tight
until we can sell this house but we can swing it if
everybody helps out." Dad said.
Sarah cut to the point for her in one question. "Where
is the new house?" She followed up with another, "When
are we moving?"
"The new place is about twenty miles from here, near
Eagleton. It's really in Brallet, not far from the
Eagleton city limits." Dad said. "You drive out the
highway to the Eagleton exit and turn right instead of
going straight on."
Mom shushed him "Martin they don't need directions,
we'll all go over there this afternoon. Ok Elise,
you're right." Dad said.
"Will we have to go to school in Eagleton?" Sarah
asked. School rivalries ran strong between the North
Cape Bulldogs and the Eagleton Claws. She didn't seem
like a Rah - Rah type but she ran on our school track
team and often slept in a Bulldog tee shirt.
"I think so honey." Mom answered. "The school busses
don't go there from North and gas for driving to
school might be one of the things we have to cut back
on. You might be able to stay at North Cape but let's
not worry about that now. Let's all get ready to go
look at our new house!" Mom was trying to be the
Cheerleader about the move. "Go get your swim suits
and some big towels! You'll need them!" She looked
happy as we went up to get the suits.
Dad and Mom were ready with a bag filled with beach
stuff and towels by the time we got back. They had
been ready when they told us. We all trooped out to
Mom's station wagon because there was more room than
Dad's car. Half an hour later we were turning off
toward Brallet. Dad pointed out the intersections like
a tour guide. Apparently they had driven all over this
area looking at houses that were on the market due to
a local downturn in the economy. We drove another ten
minutes or so, Mom reading out directions as Dad
drove. I was paying attention to the turns and
Landmarks as we went. Sarah watched what she could of
the places we passed, calling out the names of shops
and restaurants she was interested in.
We finally turned into a subdivision and on to Little
Swan Court. Dad pulled up in front of a house with a
two car garage and a wide front porch. The front of
the house showed three windows upstairs and wide
picture windows in the living room. There was enough
side yard between the house and the neighbor's house
for another garage. The back yard had a tall wooden
fence with a gate. The soft pastel yellow walls looked
clean and inviting.
"This is where we're going to move kids! You two can
go choose your rooms upstairs, while we get the keys
and sign the last of the papers. You're going to love
it here!"
I had to admit I liked what I saw. The garage was
attached to the side of the house. There would be no
nights on the roof watching Sarah while she undressed,
but I had a better view from her bed and I was pretty
sure I'd be welcome there soon.
Mom and Dad hustled us away from the gate to the back
yard and got us all together on the porch. Yolanda the
realtor introduced herself as she opened the door from
inside the house. "Hi I'm Yolanda Cruz, the Realtor!"
all bright smile and deep cleavage.
She held out her hand to Sarah, then to me after Sarah
shook it. "You must be Lucas! Your Mom and Dad have
told me all about you! I'm Sarah," Sarah said, to
Yolanda's shoulder.
Yolanda steered me toward the stairs and pointed up.
"The bedrooms are up there, except the Master of
course. Why don't you go on up and I'll – I mean we'll
join you after the paperwork is all done."
Sarah and I climbed the wide carpeted stairs to the
landing, Yolanda shepherded Mom and Dad into the
kitchen, and apparently the papers were in there.
"I thought she was going to start tearing off your
shirt right there in the front hall!" Sarah seemed
irritable at the idea. I laughed it off before we
separated on the landing. We each walked into open
doors at the opposite ends of the small carpeted
space. I walked into a bedroom that had a walk in
closet and a bathroom! The closet was almost as big as
my whole room!
"Sarah, come check it out! This room has its own
bathroom!"
"No it doesn't!" came her voice from the bathroom.
"They share a bathroom!" Sarah walked through the
bathroom door. "This has to be my room." she announced
firmly. "You don't need that big a closet but I do."
There was still another door we hadn't looked in yet,
Sarah went through the hall door while I checked out
the bathroom and the other bedroom. The bathroom was
built over the kitchen and had its wall against the
garage. There was a small window over the huge
bathtub. It was too high to look out while taking a
bath but it let in a lot of light. The room Sarah was
claiming had only one window looking out over the
front lawn. The other bedroom connected to the
bathroom had a window overlooking the front yard and
one that looked out on the side yard. There were a
pair of closet doors on one wall of the room that
seemed to have as much space as the walk in did.
Sarah was welcome to the room she chose. I could see
the car in the driveway. I was looking out toward the
side yard when Sarah came rushing in. "Come look
Lucas! Come look out in the back yard!" She pulled
urgently on my arm and hauled me out the door. She
pulled me across the hallway babbling excitedly.
"You're not going to believe- ." She cut off as she
pulled me into a small room with a window that looked
out the back. It was smaller than Sarah's room and its
closet was tiny. She led me to the window. The blue
glare from the back yard made it hard to see what was
there for a moment.
There was a Swimming pool! Three times as long as
Mom's car at least and about three times as wide! We
both crowded up to the window to look out. Sarah was
ready to run down and jump in. "Mom – Dad there's a
pool!" Sarah yelled as she barreled into the kitchen.
I followed a little slower but no less interested.
"Mom, you didn't tell us there's a pool!" Sarah blew
past them and out the back door.
Yolanda looked startled, but Mom and Dad weren't
surprised at Sarah's outburst, they'd obviously
expected a loud enthusiastic reaction to us finding
out about the pool.
Dad and Mom were grinning and laughing as I followed
Sarah to the back yard past them. Yolanda and the
paperwork were left behind as they followed us out the
back door.
Sarah loves swimming as much as she does running track
but our school doesn't have a swim team. She had her
suit in the car, the same place as mine but she didn't
wait, as I got there she hit the water in a huge
cannon ball. The spout of water thrown up soaked me
and almost splashed Dad. Mom held back with Yolanda.
Dad tried to throw me into the pool but I slipped out
of his grasp. We horsed around pushing at each other
for a few seconds, until Mom charged up and tipped us
both into the water.
Sarah's thin summer top billowed up around her where
she was treading water. I could see her boobs in the
sports bra she'd chosen to wear. Her shorts showed the
color of her panties. I hadn't gotten a big breath
before the water closed over my head so I lost no time
getting to the surface. Sarah was in the deep end, I
passed close enough too her to feel the current caused
by her kicking and paddling. She smiled at me and
grabbed the back of my shirt, to duck me as I passed.
My head went under as Sarah climbed me like a monkey!
I grabbed for something, anything, trying to get hold
of her and let my longer arms keep her from ducking me
again. My fingers closed on cloth and I pulled down as
I pushed her off. I kicked off the bottom and rose
past Sarah who was on the way down. I got another
breath before I realized I'd grabbed Sarah's bra! When
I realized where my grab had landed, I pulled up on
the band of cloth between her breasts and was rewarded
by a good look at them in the water. Her top flowed
down over them as she pushed off the bottom. I'd won
the ducking contest! Sarah swam to the other side of
the pool, adjusting her clothes there out of sight of
Mom and Yolanda.
Dad had his back to us as he climbed out of the pool
and stalked over to Mom, water sluicing off him,
squelching in his shoes as he walked.
Sarah climbed out on the ladder and I climbed the
stairs in the shallow end, we both wanted more time in
the water. We needed to get our suits from the car,
the towels were there too so we went together. Sarah
was laughing at the way I'd splashed into the pool. I
reached out and grabbed the back of her shorts to keep
her from getting to the car first. She stopped and I
kept moving as my fingers slipped in the waistband. My
hand shoved down the back of her shorts, my knuckles
rubbed against her wet butt cheeks.
Sarah jumped as I goosed her. I yanked my hand away
before I could really enjoy the feel of her firm round
ass. Dad came up behind us, unaware there had been
anything out of the ordinary going on. "Did you kids
even notice the cabana?" Sarah held my hand in hers as
we turned to face him. He was looking back over his
shoulder at a brick building on the far side of the
pool. The back yard was wider than the front, kind of
like a piece of pie, if the point was out in the
courtyard.
I hadn't really been able to look at all the back
yard, since Dad tried to push me in and Mom ambushed
us both. The cabana didn't look at all like the house;
it looked more like it belonged to the neighbors
across the back. I looked that direction and all I
could see was trees. There was no house over there not
left or right either.
Dad passed us on the way to the car where he retrieved
the bag of towels. He tossed one to Sarah and one to
me. "Go change into your suits. You can go for a swim
before dinner." He pulled his suit out and jogged to
the cabana.
"I have to use the bathroom." Sarah said. "I'll change
in there." She pulled her suit out and handed me the
bag.
Mom and Yolanda were standing over by the pool as I
passed. "Too bad you don't have a suit, you could swim
with us." Mom said.
"I just live two houses away. I walked over here, but
I do have a busy afternoon, can I get a raincheck?"
Yolanda asked. "Maybe after you get moved in we can
have a block party to introduce you to your new
neighbors."
Mom has never been enthusiastic about big parties so I
didn't think she'd go for it. I was surprised to hear
her say "That would be great! We plan to be all moved
in by the end of August, before the kids start
school."
"My kids practically grew up in that pool." Yolanda
said. "Claire and Taylor are at camp for the next few
weeks."
"How old are your kids?" Mom asked. I was interested
so I hung back as Sarah took off for the house.
"Claire is oldest she's 14 and Taylor is 12 almost 13,
Claire starts High School this year. Taylor is still
in Junior High."
"Too bad your son is so young. I said. Are there any
other guys my age around here?"
"Oh, Taylor is a girl Lucas. Ha, ha. She's a little
tomboy but she's a girl. "Since my husband left there
hasn't been a man in our house except Claire's
boyfriends." She laughed when she said it; her eyes
never left my face as she spoke.
Mom looked toward the cabana where Dad had gone. "You
better go in and change too Lucas." You and Sarah can
stick your clothes in the dryer. It's in the room off
the kitchen.
Yolanda said she'd give Mom a call soon and walked
around the house toward her house as Mom went to the
cabana and I headed for the house. I'd pulled my
trunks out before handing the bag to Mom.
Sarah wasn't in the bathroom downstairs so I went up,
looking for her. She wasn't in her bedroom either so I
checked the bathroom. She was standing in front of the
mirror, looking at her reflection. Her hair was still
wet and hung down her back, just beginning to lift
where it was starting to dry.
I watched her turn and look for a few breaths before I
knocked and she turned to look at me. "Do I look Ok
Lucas?" Her Jade green bikini was strained to the max
holding in her growing female charms.
Her little bikini top had looked much larger last
year. The sight of her body in those little scraps of
cloth had a very erotic effect on me. "I – ah _ I like
the way – err, the way you look."
She blushed and giggled. Looking at my crotch she
said, "I can see that you do. It seems like every time
I see you, you have a boner." She teased.
"More like every time I see you!" I shot back.
"I did say I'd help you with that, but there's no way
I'm going to give you a hand job in here." Sarah
laughed as she said it. My penis throbbed harder just
hearing her say hand job!
I'd stepped all the way into the bathroom. Sarah's wet
clothes were in a pile on the floor. I pulled my shirt
over my head and unbuckled my belt. "Are you going to
watch me?" I asked. Sarah just stood there as I
unzipped my pants and let them fall. I had an enormous
erection so she saw my penis as swollen as it could be
when I worked my wet underpants off.
My stiff penis slapped against my belly with a loud
enough thwack to cause her to jerk back. She didn't
look away and I started feeling proud. I was erect and
naked in front of my scantily clad sister. She'd been
naked in front of me without knowing lots of times.
The reversals of our situation were not lost on me.
I grasped the shaft of my penis and started moving the
skin up and down. Sarah licked her lips, about to tell
me to stop or to go faster, I don't know. I reached
for her bikini top with my other hand.
My fingers grazed her tit and the spell was broken.
Sarah jumped away from the counter where she'd almost
sat. She almost ran out the door into her room,
leaving me there with my pants around my ankles. "See
ya in the pool!" she shouted as she bounded down the
stairs.
I sat on the toilet and pulled my shoes off. I got my
pants and shorts off too. There I was naked, with a
painful erection. What was I going to do? Sarah's wet
underpants and bra were right there. I gathered up the
flimsy material and massaged my penis with them until
I shot a load. I caught the load in the panty. I shook
most of it out into the toilet and rubbed the last of
it around and into the material.
I pulled on my trunks and gathered up Sarah's clothes
with mine. I tossed all the clothes into the dryer
that I located downstairs, right where Mom said it
would be. The controls were easy to figure out. Mom
and Dad came into the house as I was going out. Mom
said they decided not to swim today after all. They
were going to drive over to a pizzeria nearby and
bring back some food for us all.
They pulled out of the driveway as I went out the
door and to the pool. Sarah was lying face down on a
pool float with her arms in the water. She didn't hear
me come close because I was barefoot. I launched into
the center of the pool, making a huge splash that
nearly turned the float over.
She slipped sideways, her legs hanging in the sun
warmed water. I caught her ankle and pulled myself up,
letting my body slide against hers the full length. As
my head broke water behind hers I put my hand on her
belly and pulled her butt against my groin.
I clamped my lips on her neck where it meets her
shoulder and pretended I was biting her. My erection
was nearly poking over the waistband of my trunks. I
had it pressed into the crack of Sarah's ass. She was
kicking to move the raft in circles but her legs were
kicking to the sides, trying to not dislodge me. I
ground my hips and let my hand slide down her belly
under her suit. I was kicking to guide the raft into
the shallow end where I could get firm footing. Once
we got there, I could plant both feet and stop our
spinning.
I ducked under Sarah's arm and surfaced again between
her elbows, facing her breasts.
I pushed my lips together between her tits and went
"brrr, brrrt, rrrrt, motorboat!" By inserting myself
between her and the raft, I made Sarah have to let her
feet drop to lie flat against me. I could feel the
outline of her vulva pressing against the head of my
penis. I wanted to yank her suit aside and pound my
dick into her!
Sarah tightened her hold around my neck and shoulders,
I pressed my lips to hers and we kissed long deeply
satisfying kisses. I tried to pull the tie behind her
neck to get her bikini top off. I wanted to see her
boobs there in the sunlight. I wanted to feel them rub
against my chest hair. She slapped my hand away and
leaned back with her legs tight around my waist. She
pulled each cup to the side exposing her nipples, then
pulled them further until the green fabric framed her
pretty creamy breasts and held her coral pink nipples
up toward my face.
I'd kissed a nipple before, but never with as much awe
and wonder. Sarah held still as I looked at them. The
areolas puffed up a little and the nipples themselves
got hard. I leaned my face forward almost into the
water as I put my lips on one and sucked.
Sarah hissed as I tickled her nipple with my tongue,
when I sucked on it the areola got puffier and the
nipple enlarged. I cupped that breast in my hand; she
held the back of my neck as I suckled at the other
breast. I'd let myself sink deeper in the water to
make it easier to nurse at her soft smooth boobs. When
I pulled myself up to kiss her lips, my penis rammed
into her labia. I bobbed down and up again softer,
again and again.
Sarah got into it and had her legs around my hips
while I was only using my arms to hump her through our
suits.
"Do you kids want some Pizza!" Dad shouted from the
driveway. I'd been so intent on what I was doing that
I hadn't even heard the car pull in!
Sarah ducked under the water leaving me leaning
against the wall. My erection diminished some but
remained large enough to be troublesome. She surfaced
as Dad came through the gate, followed by Mom and
Yolanda who had found time for a swim after all. She
was wearing a two piece suit that showed off a trim
figure. Her bathing suit certainly looked better than
the Outfit she wore for work! This Realtor put in some
serious gym time!
Her boobs weren't huge, not even as big as Mom's lush
ripe breasts but there was no obvious sign of plastic
surgery. Her yellow top was thin enough; I could make
out the size and shape of her areolas. As Yolanda
looked at Dad, Mom watched him slitty eyed. Yolanda
wasn't doing anything obvious like flirting, she
laughed at Dad's jokes but only the funny ones. Mom
stared daggers at her back while Yolanda circled Dad
with a bag of sodas that she put out on the patio
table.
I could appreciate the view as she leaned to place a
glass and plates for each of us. This necessitated her
moving all the way around and bending straight legged
at each place. Mom carried one Pizza, extra cheese,
ham and tomato slices, and Dad had the other,
mushroom, sausage and olives. They always got the same
thing and I always had two slices of each.
Sarah got her top back in place while she treaded
water beside me. She stepped up on the ladder, giving
my groin a pat as she did. She wiggled her butt at me
and pulled out her bikini bottom while she stood above
me. I couldn't really see much but when the cloth
slipped between her cheeks my erection slammed back to
full strength!
Sarah let her bikini bottom snap back into place and
stood wringing water out of her hair. I needed a few
minutes before I could climb out. Dad and Mom were
seated at the table.
Yolanda had set places for the four chairs and pulled
the stool from in front of the barbeque, she sat with
her drink between Mom and Dad and her Pizza plate on
her knee.
Sarah pulled a couple slices from Mom's Pizza box and
chose a drink before she sat. There was some tension
around the table but I was too hungry to pay much
attention. I took two slices and my drink and sat to
eat. Every time Yolanda picked up her pizza, she took
tiny bites and licked her lips before chewing and
swallowing.
She looked at Dad often but mostly she watched Sarah
and me. She was checking me out! Every time I looked
in her direction, she reached or stretched, making her
bathing suit top gap away from her breast. I had a
good look at her crotch over the table top too.
Yolanda crossed and uncrossed her legs several times,
making sure I had a good look at the tight fabric
covering her mound. It was deliberate!
I could see her whole vagina covered and outlined by
the yellow nylon fabric of her bathing suit. Sarah,
off to my side and Mom to the other side of Sarah,
didn't have a view like mine. Yolanda's knees were
aimed directly at me. Dad had a good look when she
crossed her legs but her crotch was covered by her
thighs.
As Sarah finished up her third slice and I took a
fourth, Yolanda remembered the business she had come
back to talk to Mom and Dad about.
She looked at Mom when she said "These chairs and the
table, and those lounge chairs, belong to the company
that dresses places up to sell. They'll be by to pick
them up in the next few days unless you want to buy
them." The furniture looked fairly new and Mom was
looking at it with a designer's eyes. She was
imagining what she would do different.
"They can get it any time unless they want to give us
a pretty big discount. I have a few ideas about how I
want the patio. We may decide to screen in this part
and leave the Barbeque uncovered."
Yolanda turned to Dad "The lawn service was just here
a few days ago. You'll need to call them to continue
service. My office has been paying them but that will
stop too."
Dad sat up at that and turned to me. "My son and I
will be taking on the yard work for a while. I have an
hour less commute time and he has all weekend. We can
cope I'm sure. What equipment are we going to need?
Let's check it out son!" He stood and beckoned me to
my feet. "Ladies, we'll be back in a few minutes."
Dad led the way to the garage where we surveyed a
collection of rusty bent or broken tools. The former
owners hadn't bothered to take them. We had a push
mower but that would take three days just to cut the
grass! "You go check in the cabana son, see if they
left anything there that we can use. I'll call them
tomorrow to see what the service would cost. We'll
have to do a lot ourselves Lucas. Until our old house
sells, we have two mortgage payments."
Dad was appealing to me to act like a grown up and
pull my weight. I was already in charge of the lawn
care of our old house. That took a few hours twice a
week, but this place was at least three times the size
and there were shrubs all the way along the fence.
I looked over the junk in the garage. "I'll go look
around Dad but I think we're going to need a new Lawn
mower at least!" He grunted as he pulled some hedge
trimmers out.
I went back out and told Mom what Dad had said. "I'll
help you look!" Yolanda said as she jumped to her
feet. We walked to the cabana before she said anything
more. "Look Lucas" she said pointing off to the side,
"You can see my house from here." I looked and she
smiled at me. "When I looked over here a while ago, I
just couldn't resist coming to join you two."
"Could you see us swimming?" I asked, hoping she
hadn't seen anything she'd want to tell Mom.
"I heard the splash when you jumped in and looked out
the window. You and your sister were wrestling for the
float. It looked cool and fun, so I went and found my
suit. By the time I got out of the house, your parents
were coming home. I stopped them and got forks and
plates."
"Were you watching us?" I asked, hoping the damage was
minimal and I could go on living.
"Oh no, I had to try on several suits to find one that
fit. Do you like the way this one fits Luke? Can I
call you Luke?" She pulled at the top of her suit as
she asked; she walked backward a few steps, still
heading for the cabana. When she adjusted her top, she
nearly spilled her boobs out!
"Mrs. Cruz, um it looks fine. I mean, you look great,
um." I couldn't tear my eyes away from her chest to
look her directly in her face!
We had arrived at the cabana and Yolanda turned to go
in. Over her shoulder she said "You can call me Yoli,
if you want Luke."
"Oh um sure uh Yoli do you know what they used to do
the yard work? What they mowed with?"
Yolanda had gone into the cabana so I followed. The
light was dimmer in there, her blonde hair shone like
a beacon. Her tan looked darker and her swimsuit
looked almost white. As my eyes adjusted to the
dimness I saw the interior. There was a couch and a
table Yolanda stood by the couch, her suit looked
yellow again but it was on the floor by her feet! She
stepped out of the bottoms and toward me. Her breasts
were more than ample, their round fullness made the
areolas and nipples point out and down a little until
her arms, raised toward me encircled my neck.
I was so surprised that my hands still hung to my
waist. She pressed her big warm firm breasts against
my chest and pulled my belly against hers. The
pressure ground my engorged penis against her stomach;
she smiled and cocked her head to keep looking at my
face.
"Do you like what you feel Luke? I know you like what
you see." I raised my arms to embrace her. Naked, she
looked better than any clothes could improve. In the
dim light she looked no older than Sarah. I was more
stimulated than I'd ever been before as she knelt and
pulled down my trunks.
My penis, freed from my suit, slapped against my belly
then stood out from my body, rigid and throbbing. Yoli
grasped it gently but firmly. Nothing hesitant about
the way she pulled it to her and into her warm soft
mouth! In less than a second she had my dick half way
in her mouth. She sucked as she drew back, letting my
penis slide out. She kissed the head and then opened
her lips again to suck it back in. Her hand held my
shaft while she moved her head and shoulders. A few
minutes of the first blowjob I'd ever had and I was
ready to explode.
Yoli knew before I did, that only a little more
stimulus would make me cum. She pulled back off the
glistening shaft of my penis, the head clamped firmly
in her lips. Her hand on my hip remained there as she
stared up at me. Below her face I could see her big
round breasts. She sucked in my whole penis and let it
slide almost all the way out. She clamped on the head
as her other hand cupped my balls and gently squeezed
them.
I climaxed as she held the sperm in, not releasing the
string of cum. I surged again and again! Finally she
let my cum spew into her mouth, and then she sucked me
dry!
"I wanted to fuck you Luke, but it's too dusty in
here. That couch is great but we'd get filthy." She
stood and rubbed her chest against mine. "Do you think
we could fuck standing up? Maybe we could at that."
she said speculatively as my penis responded from its
flaccid state to touch her thigh. I almost got a full
erection when she pulled my head down to hers and
kissed me hard on the lips. She opened her mouth and
pressed her tongue into mine.
I'd never had a blow job before, but now I knew what
guys liked about them!
END
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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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