Chapter 4

After a minute of holding on tight, we both let go and took a deep breath. We were covered in sweat from the excitement, but the attic had also become overwhelming. Susan pulled up her shorts and said, “Let’s get out of here. I’m burning up.”

Down in the house, we sat in front of my fan to cool off. I listened to Susan as she tried to explain her family. Not only did they get naked in their yard, but they also went to nude beaches and a nudist community in California. On top of that, her parents were what she called, swingers. I didn’t know what that was, but Susan explained that it was when people came over to their house and had sex with each other. She told me that Jasmine and she were always sent to their rooms during these sex parties, but they had both secretly watched many times. Susan had stories to prove it and knew more about sex than I did.

I listened to Susan’s tales of people sucking and fucking each other. It was exciting, but my eyes kept falling to Susan’s crotch. When she shifted or uncrossed her legs, I was treated to another peek at the sexy flesh. The idea that my finger had been inside that tight hole a few minutes ago, was hard to believe. I smelled my fingers as inconspicuously as possible and proved it to myself. The aroma was thrilling. What would it feel like to have my cock in there?

The more I listened, the more clear it became that there was much more than your average sibling rivalry between Jasmine and Susan. It seemed Susan really didn’t like her sister. It might have been because Jasmine was older and got to do more, but I didn’t know for sure, I’m an only child.

Susan caught me off guard when she said, “You want to fuck Jasmine, what about me? Don’t you want me?”

I said, “Susan, you’re only—”

“No, not anymore,” Susan said. “Last week was my birthday, and you didn’t even wish me a happy birthday.”

“Have you ever, um, you know, with your dad?” I watched Susan’s face to see if she was mad that I asked, but it seemed more like disappointment I saw. She told me she hadn’t done it with anybody, yet. I crossed my fingers and told her what I saw the night Jasmine pissed, then I asked if Jasmine and their father had done it. Susan told me Jasmine swore they hadn’t, but she thought they had.

“Why do you think that?” I asked.

“Once, I got up in the middle of the night with a stomach ache. I went to get in bed with my parents, but when I got near their room I heard something. I looked through the cracked door opening. Jasmine was in front of daddy, and she was licking the tip of his cock. I saw mommy kneeling behind him, her face in his ass. Her hands were lifting his giant balls. I kept watching. She licked and sucked his balls, then she helped Jasmine take his cock into her mouth. I totally forgot my stomach and watched as my daddy stretched Jasmine’s mouth open with his dick. I found myself rubbing between my legs without realizing it. His balls disappeared into my mother’s mouth. White juice was spilling out of Jasmine’s mouth all over her tits. Mommy’s tongue licked it off. That’s when I had my first orgasm. I was so jealous that it wasn’t me. Jasmine gets all the attention.”

I think I could have comforted my little depraved friend with a mouthful right then, but I wanted to hear more.

Susan continued, “I went back to bed that night and thought about everything I had seen and wondered about that feeling I had between my legs. I was touching myself. I tried for two days to make it happen again, but it just didn’t happen. I would get in bed with my parents and try to touch my daddy, but they always told me I was too young. I have never seen Jasmine get fucked, but she gets to stay up later than me, and I’m sure they send me to bed so they can fuck.”

Like I thought, not normal sibling rivalry going on here. This was a girl who wanted to have her pussy executed by her father’s massive pole because she thought her sister got to do it. “What about the other day?” I asked. “I saw you help your mother?”

“They finally let me do that recently. I snuck into their room while my mom was sucking dad. I begged them to let me help, and I got my first taste of cum.”

I wanted more details, but I needed to get this plan settled before my mother got home. “So, will you help me fuck your sister?”

Susan smirked like the thought of having some power over her sister would be a good thing, but said, “I don’t know about my sister. I think you’d have a better chance with my mother. My sister is such a bitch, but I’ll try. That is, as long as you do something for me. If I get you some, then you have to help me do what Jasmine was doing today. I can’t get it out of my mind. I have to know what it feels like.”

I tried not to shit myself with excitement as I pictured Susan’s tiny hole being pulverized by Buster! I had to stay cool so she didn’t realize I would do that without anything from her. What an unbelievable stroke of luck. We formed a plan and right before my mother got home, I sent Susan out the back door with a quick rub on her ass. It truly was an exact replica of Jasmine’s, except in a smaller package.

Two nights later, the phone rang once, then stopped. A minute later it did the same thing. My dick tingled because I knew that was the signal. “I’m going to Bobby’s house, Mom. See you later.”

I went out the door and waited across the street until Susan signaled me from her room, then I ran over and climbed in the window. For two days, I had resisted beating off because I wanted to have a full load to empty on Jasmine. Now that the sneaky business had started and things were getting exciting, I wondered if that was a good idea? Hopefully, my plan wouldn’t backfire or misfire.

We slipped into the room where Jasmine lay on the couch, watching TV. Susan looked nervous. I knew that feeling. We crawled over to the couch. I moved to the end where Jasmine’s head was and peeked down her body. Her big nipples were visible through her white T-shirt. Gravity seemed to have little effect on her tits. They barely fell to the sides of her body. Her tan legs stretched to the other end of the couch. I scanned them from her perfectly manicured toes, down her petite feet, up past the muscles on her calves, and over the kneecaps to her glorious thighs. Her inner thighs were slightly separated and led the way for my eyes straight up to the bottom of her shirt. According to Susan, that shirt was all she had on. I knew right under the edge of that shirt was a pantie-less pussy. It was the pussy I was expecting to get inside. My cock was completely stiff. I had to catch my breath for a second.