I’ve lived many years, in many places, and had the love of a few good women. I’ve made many freinds and acquaintances over the years and they have supplied me with many stories. I think they’re mostly lies, but who cares? Most of the stories have been told later at night, after the cards are put down and the bottles are emptying. Some stories are mine, others I’ve made mine.
(Many thanks to my colleague Phil Gorman for his proofing and editorial assistance)
The summer between my junior and senior years of high school developed into a most excellent time for me. My junior year had been wildly successful. I lettered in football, wrestling and baseball. Wrestling was my main sport; I qualified for the state tournament, but managed to get my ass kicked in the second round. Regardless, I had advanced further than any other wrestler had from my high school in the last ten years. My prospects for my senior year were good, a contender for a state wrestling title, elected by my teammates as a captain for the coming football season, starting both ways, starting catcher for baseball, and a 3.78 GPA!. I was walking on air.
I didn’t actually fit into the jock role, though. I excelled at math and didn’t hang out with anyone in particular. I guess I was kind of a loner; but, that was OK with me. I began to connect with some of the girls at school, but was still rather uncomfortable around them. I had twelve-year-old Judy next door and eight-year-old Kayley from down the street to “play” with, and there were my other “activities,” but I was starting to feel the need to explore deeper into the world of girls my age.
This is where my sister Dena came in. Dena had just finished her freshman year and developed into an outstanding student-athlete. She had earned two varsity letters, as a freshman, and was honorable mention for all-district. Dena was fourteen and right between me and my brother Jimmy who, at that time, was twelve. She learned to play sports because of us and, therefore, never once did she play or compete like a girl. No girl in the area was tougher than her, except for the older bull-dyke types who seem to be on all girls’ sports teams.
Dena had also developed during this past year into a quite attractive girl. She stood around five foot six, weighed around one hundred and fifteen pounds and had all the right proportions. Her face was particularly interesting. She had the look of a model: high cheek bones; a defined, but trim nose and deep, dark eyes that seemed to bore right into you. Her greatest feature, though, was her ass, which was rock hard and a perfect tear-drop shape; especially in volleyball shorts. Unlike Jimmy and me, she had a Black-Irish complexion with raven-black hair.
Whenever possible, I attended her practices and tried to make it to everyone of her games, which earned me many points among the girls at school. I also found that if I timed things right, I could sneak a pair of her used panties out of the hamper, after she came home from practice, for my own personal use. Her aroma is still one of the headiest, and most erotic, I have ever inhaled. The taste of the sweat from her crotch mixed with the natural moisture that came from her pussy was both repulsive and addictive. I knew what my desires were when it came to Dena; but my head and heart always made sure that I protected my little sister, especially from myself.
It was August and our parents were going to make the yearly family trip down to Kentucky to visit my mom’s folks for a week. We all loved this trip and it was a true family event for all of us. This year was different though. Dena and I both had required summer practices to attend. My folks, who both had played sports in high school understood our situation and genuinely regretted leaving us at home for the week. On the same note, both of us really wanted to go on the trip; but, we were starting to realize that sacrifices came hand-in-hand with commitments. Anyway, some time at home without the parents sounded pretty cool. Our parents, Jimmy and little sister Lily left early on Saturday and wouldn’t be back until the following Sunday.
Nothing, of any interest, happened the first couple of days. I hung out in the basement family rec/work-out room that my dad had put together, or lounged in the small aboveground pool we had in the backyard behind the house. Dena was around; but, our paths seldom crossed, except at dinner time. On Monday and Tuesday, I was busy with two-a-day practices and Dena had her volleyball practices. We ate together and made small talk; but, basically kept to ourselves.
After dinner on Tuesday, Dena asked if her friend Kim could spend the night on Wednesday. I had no problem with this, and then, went about my business. Kim was a relatively new friend of Dena’s and the two of them were becoming very close. Kim was shorter than Dena, much more petite and was incredibly blonde. Her hair was long and flowing. Whereas Dena had a classical beauty to her, Kim was an all-American-girl beauty. To put it bluntly: she was built like a brick shit-house! She was in the same grade as Dena and had been elected captain for the junior varsity cheerleaders for next year. Kim had serious gymnastic ability and was likely going to be the queen of the prom in a couple of years. I had no problem at all having her around the house. As a matter of fact, Kim became the star of my nightly jerk off before I went to bed.
I got up the next day, went to practice, hung out at school between sessions, walked to the deli for a sandwich, watched volleyball practice, caught a nap in the training room and made it to the second session of practice. It was early afternoon by the time I got home. I took a quick dip in the pool, went inside, got showered, relaxed downstairs in the basement in dad’s easy chair, and began studying the defensive playbook signals. I heard Dena and Kim come in the house and rummage for food in the kitchen.
They appeared at the basement stairs. Dena leaned down and around the wall and said, “Mike, we’re going for a swim, what’s our plan for dinner?”
I looked up just as Kim joined her on the stairs; Kim had on very short white shorts and a black shirt which, combined with her blonde hair, made a stunning appearance. I know I was caught in a pause as I stared at her and then came to my senses and replied to Dena, “No plan really, I might do up some steak and spaghetti.”
They both reacted with an exaggerated “Yuck,” and headed back upstairs to get changed. After a while I heard them head out to the backyard to the pool. I made my way upstairs to spy on them from the kitchen window, but the angle of view was bad. I went upstairs to Dena and Lily’s room, which looks out over the backyard and was rewarded with a wonderful view of the girls playing around in the pool. I had my shorts down around my knees and was starting to stroke my dick while watching the girls. Dena’s black bikini was somewhat conservative; but, her developing exotic beauty shone through. She started doing handstands in the pool. Her legs spread, and my head spun. Kim was wearing a simple, skimpy red bikini. She had her hair up with a few strands hanging down and was much more girlish in her play than Dena.
I glanced around the room and noticed the girls’ clothes on the floor. Both shirts and bras were on the bed; Dena’s shorts and panties were about five feet away from me and Kim’s were nearer to my feet. I made a beeline to Kim’s panties and began examining them very closely for any hair or stains; none were apparent, I wrapped them around my dick and headed back to the window to watch the girls and stroke off. My dick felt huge as my hand slid Kim’s pretty, pink panties up and down my shaft. The sight of the wet young bodies below and the sensory addition of Kim’s panties had my head buzzing. Needless to say, my eyes were glued on the beauties outside window and my hand was quite busy stroking my dick. I could hear them clearly, as they talked about nothing. Kim pulled herself out of the pool, grabbed a towel and asked Dena what her goal for the year was.
“A state championship! I’m going to work my ass off and lead one of these teams to the title ... what about you?
Kim laughed, strutted around on the deck, and replied, “I’m not too sure, nothing as big as a state championship ... maybe I’ll become a slut and get a state champion!”
Dena laughed and said, “Become a slut? You must mean you’ll become sluttier!”
Kim dropped her towel, rolled her bikini front down until it barely covered her mound, pressed her arms together pushing her tits upward and said, “Maybe I can be a Hooters’ girl, that’s like being a slut isn’t it?”
Dena roared her approval and said, “If you do that I’ll drop you faster than you can shit!”
Kim pouted and said, “OK ... just a slut then.”
As I felt the cum boiling up inside me, I realized I couldn’t hide streams of jizz in my sisters’ room. I quickly reached over to Lily’s dresser, pulled out a pair of her socks, and got one of them over my dick just as I started to tense up and shoot my load. I made sure to look back at the pool as I came. Dena had climbed out and was sitting next to Kim at the small patio set. I ran my load, making sure everything was back where it was supposed to be and made my way to the bathroom to clean up. I made it back to the basement before they came in. Lilly’s socks went into my wash pile. Eventually, Dena appeared and said she and Kim were going to head to the sushi place for something to eat, and maybe, stop by Kim’s house for a while.
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