Chapter 5

This is the fifth story about my life as a hooker. This is the story of how I had sex with a younger couple.

This series is about a young girl coming of age in a world shaped by defiance, of the rules I was taught, of the shame imposed on my body, of the silence expected of me, and my own identity. I sought out freedom in dangerous places, chasing experiences that blurred the line between rebellion and self-discovery.

I created a world of my own, where desire dictated the rules and innocence was redefined, and I ended up choosing the wrong path.

Important disclaimer:
NOT all characters are over 18 years old in this part.

This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real people is purely coincidental. As a non-native English speaker (I’m Swedish), please forgive the occasional grammatical error or awkward phrasing.

Characters:
Me, Sarah 22 at this time
Billy, My next door neighbor, just turned 16
Angela, Billy’s older sister, 17

Ok, ready to go? Let’s roll, part 5.

Part 5 - First threesome with the young siblings next door.

Every society is marked by an adolescent stage. A growing-up period. A time when each young member feels he is infinitely more daring and modern than the adults ruling the establishment, he often rebels against. Nowhere is this phenomenon more marked than in an open society such as ours.

Many an adult has smiled in nostalgic remembrance of the time he snuck out back to enjoy a forbidden cigarette or beer. The time he challenged another boy to a drag race. The time he threw a firecracker in the school’s john.

Angela Stephenson’s story is that of a teenage girl growing up in her own way: breaking the moral code she has been taught. Flaunting her body in open rebellion. Revealing in any and every new wanton experience.

One day, she was already out there when I glanced through the kitchen window, lying on a towel by the pool like she’d always belonged to the sun.
It was one of those slow, golden afternoons when even time seemed to exhale and stretch.

Angela, the neighbor’s daughter, had turned seventeen just a few months ago. I remembered her as a gangly preteen racing her bike down the driveway, calling out good-natured hellos through the fence. But that summer, something had changed, no, settled. She had grown into herself, and the transformation was impossible not to notice.

She wore a simple blue swimsuit that hugged her with quiet elegance. Her legs stretched out, one ankle lazily crossed over the other, her chest rising and falling as she lay still with a book on her stomach.
She had perfect, firm, delightful, young, bouncing breasts. A delicious rounded appetizing bottoms and I felt my pussy water up watching her out little body. She wasn’t reading, not really. Just drifting in the sun, half-listening to the world.

There was something so unguarded about her in that moment. The way the sunlight traced her skin. The soft curve of her smile when she caught me watching from across the fence. She didn’t shy away. She just waved, sunglasses still on, and let the air hang between us like warm silk.

It wasn’t lust, though she was undeniably beautiful. It was something quieter. A kind of longing. A wistful ache I couldn’t quite name, a feeling I’d never had for another woman, well, in case a girl. Maybe for the freedom she carried so effortlessly. Or maybe for the girl I used to be, once, before the years started stacking up like boxes in the attic.

I stepped back from the window, and eventually, the breeze trailed in behind me. But I kept thinking about her. That light. That ease. That fleeting feeling of being close to something too bright to touch.

She was a skinny girl with pale skin and freckles on her cheeks. She liked to wear halter tops and short skirts, which showed off her round bottom.

From the time she was 14, she had a steady line of young boys wanting to date her, well, kiss her at least. And, I guess that some thought that she would fuck them, but I doubted it.

The sight of this nubile teen aroused feelings of lust. I thought about rubbing my hand up and down her tight, muscular calves.

Another day, she was looking out the window, watching the route the bus was taking, and twisting her brown hair with her finger.

I felt jittery, like I was some love crazy young teen. For fucks sake I was 22 and she was 17 ... I thought about her noticing me staring at her.
As the bus stopped, the cute teenager leaned over to scratch her knee, uncrossing her legs. Her brown hair fell forward, covering her face. Forgetting to cross her legs, she leaned back, and her skirt hiked up half an inch.
From his vantage, I could see a strip of white cotton between her legs, covering her pussy. I saw the way the thin material was slightly raised by the outer edge of her young vaginal lips.

I waited for her to cross her legs again, but she kept them open. Seeing this pretty teen’s white panties made my lust grow stronger. My pussy was rapidly getting wetter, and I reached down, inside my panties and played with my clit.

She turned around and smiled at me, showing the glittering metal of her bracelets. Luckily, she couldn’t see my hand because of the height of the window frame.

I remember the time she fell onto me; she must’ve been, like, 15 or so, I remember that I could also smell her hair: the mixture of natural oils and lemon shampoo had a powerful hold on me.

“Damn you, Billy!” I heard the young girl squeal. “Stop messing around between my legs!”

Instantly, that got my attention. I snuck up to the window facing our neighbors and saw Angela and Billy arguing in their living room, but the window was open, so I could hear everything.

But the next thing I heard really caught me off guard.

“Please?” Billy panted.
“Nooo.”
“Please...” Billy panted again. “I just let me see your pussy?”
“Noooo!”
“Why not?”
“Because that’s naughty, no ... filthy, and you know it’s just wrong! YOU’RE my brother.”
“Please,” he begged. “I’ve never seen one.”
“I don’t give a damn!” Angela snapped. “You’re not gonna see mine.”
“I’ll let you look at my prick,” he bargained.
“I don’t want to see your stupid prick.”
“Please.”
“No,” she said in an angry voice. “And if you don’t stop this shit, I’m gonna tell Mom!”

Watching them through the window, my thoughts drifted back to the first time I’d been fucked. Drugged, Raped ... and fucked by two older college boys.
I’d done a lot of fucking since then, and I knew how important that was you.
In my way, negatively, but I felt like an obligation to help out here, I mean, they were good kids ... And Angela was a fucking knock out.

Staring up between Angela’s cute bare thighs as she sat in her shorts on the patio with her brother, I could almost visualize Billy’s cock drilling into his sister’s cunt. The more I thought about it, the more aroused I became. Watching the two as they argued, I suddenly thought how exciting it would be to watch the brother fuck the gorgeous older sister.

“What’s going on out there?” I shouted as I walked over to their house.

Angela wore cutoff jean shorts that showed the shape of her sexy hips and legs, she wore a snug-fitting V-neck, button-down T-shirt that showed the shape and her freckled breasts, and she had on white sneakers.
She looked so sexy in her cutoff jeans, and I immediately noticed her sturdy and shapely legs. Her legs, her arms, her face, and her neck were dotted with freckles. I stared at her well-formed legs. I loved redheads with freckles.

“He wants to see my pussy,” Angela whispered.
“Why don’t you show it to him?” I asked.
“Because that would be naughty, like incestuous.”
“It might be naughty,” I giggled. “But not incestuous, and all kids like to look at each other’s private parts.”
“But he’s not gonna see mine,” Angela argued.
“Well, Billy,” I giggled, reaching down and grabbing the crotch of his shorts.
“It looks like you’re out of luck.”
“What are you doing?” he gasped in a startled voice.
“Checking to see if you have a hard-on,” I answered in a soft voice as I tenderly squeezed the boy’s cock through his cut-offs.
“Sarah!” he panted. “That isn’t nice.”
“But it feels nice, doesn’t it, Billy?” I grinned, rolling his young prick between my fingers. “Boys love to have their cocks played with.”

Billy was too shocked to say anything. He couldn’t believe his older neighbor would play with his prick, but I think that secretly it felt real hot and I could feel his cock starting to get harder.

“Oh, Billy,” I giggled in a teasing voice. “You’re getting a real hard-on. May I see it?”

When he didn’t answer, I quickly lowered his zipper and pulled out his hard young cock. It was about four or five inches long and as rigid as steel. I could feel my hot cunt juices dripping out of my excited pussy as I gently fondled his stiff prick.

“That’s a real beauty,” I whispered. “I’ll bet you have fun jacking it off.”

Billy was too embarrassed to speak, but he was sure enjoying what his beautiful, older neighbor was doing to him.

“Does that feel good?” I smiled as I began teasing the foreskin up and down over his pink cock-head.
“You better be careful,” he panted. “Or you’re gonna make me shoot goo all over you.”
“Angela,” I whispered, ignoring his remark and reaching for my cute neighbor girl’s hand. “Touch his cock and see how good it feels.”

Angela’s heart was pounding wildly in her breast when I wrapped the pretty youngster’s fingers around Billy’s stiff, hot prick.

“Slide the skin up and down,” I suggested. “Boys love that.”

Angela’s virginal cunt was getting all hot and itchy as she excitedly stroked the hot hardness of Billy’s rigid prick.

“Does it feel good, Billy?” Angela asked as the boy leaned back against the couch to steady his trembling legs.
“Jeez, yes,” he panted. “It’s neat!”
“That’s enough,” I said a few moments later, not wanting him to shoot his wad yet. “I think it’s time to let Billy play with your titties.”
“But, Sarah!” the young girl gasped. “I can’t let him do that!”
“Why not?” I laughed. “He let you play with his prick.”
“But that’s different,” Angela argued.
“No, it isn’t,” I persisted. “Take your blouse off.”
“Oh, gee,” Billy blushed.
“I just can’t do that.”
“Billy,” I said, turning to him. “Wouldn’t you like to play with Angela’s tits?”
“Sure,” he grinned.
“Now stop being silly, Angela,” I said in a stern voice. “Take your blouse off.”

She unbuttoned the buttons, and her white silk blouse was now completely open. Her mid-size boobs were still covered by a white lace bra. I enjoyed seeing her pink, freckled belly.

The white cotton bra did a wonderful job of pushing up her tits when she took her blouse off.

The young woman wasn’t the least bit overweight, but she still had a trace of baby fat that made her bare thighs extremely soft.

Billy’s eyes drifted up over her softly rounded tummy to her cute young tits. They were probably not fully developed, but they were firm and round with erect nipples thrusting proudly out from her deliciously swollen areoles, straining the bra.

“May I touch them?” Billy asked nervously.
“Certainly,” I said when Angela didn’t answer.

As soon as Billy touched, felt, and groped the sides of her breasts, her big nipples made their presence known through her bra.
I imagined kissing her. I imagined making out with her while touching her and feeling her everywhere.

I reached out my hand and felt her breast through her bra, immediately, her nipples responded by erecting. I pulled them, turned them, and twisted them through her bra.

Angels probably didn’t know what to expect, but a delicious tinge raced from the tip of her tit to her darling pussy when mine and Billy’s fingers worked on her covered breasts.

I reached around and unclasped her bra. Angela’s beautiful, but hazy, green eyes sparkled with lustful anticipation as I slowly slipped her bra from her shapely shoulders. Then, I removed her bra straps from her arms and her bra cups from her breasts. I finally revealed her two perfectly formed, natural breasts, tipped with rose-colored nipples.

Both Billy and I stared at her shapely, naked breasts as if I had never seen naked breasts before.

Billy just stared excitedly at Angela as she stood in front of her brother in cut-off jean shorts, a silky bra, and sneakers.

She definitely had a C cup. Her breasts filled my big, horny hands perfectly.
I loved feeling the weight of her breasts in my hands. I slid slow fingers across her erect nipples.

I admired her firm, beautiful, and shapely breasts. I stared at her freckles.
She had freckles everywhere. I stared at her silver dollar-sized areoles topped with stiff, eraser-sized nipples. I had already fingered them through her bra, but now I got to finger her naked, erect nipples. I pinched them. I pulled them. I turned them and I twisted them to her obvious sexual delight.

Billy lightly grazed the back of his hand across her quivering nipples.

“Oh, Billy,” she excitedly giggled. “That feels funny.”
“Does it feel good?” he asked.
“Gee, yes,” Angela answered as the delicious sensations raced through her body.

I caught myself, first I was gonna have to teach them what to do, then I will fuck them, so I let go of Angela’s amazing breast.

Billy was soon squeezing and rubbing her firm tits as she squealed with joy. The cute young neighbor had never felt anything so fucking good in her life!

“Why don’t you suck on them?” I suggested. “I’m sure she’d like that.”
“May I?” Billy excitedly asked his cute sister.
“I guess so,” Angela stammered, her entire body aflame with this newfound ecstasy.

His hands cupped her jutting tits, his palms burned against the delicate nipples. His cock was standing ram-rod straight, pulsating like a puff adder.

Angela nearly fainted when Billy wolfed one of her hard nipples into his moist mouth. Angela almost blew her mind when Billy began sucking and pulling on her quivering titty-bud with his hot wet lips.

His lips moved over the silky texture of the perfumed mounds, his eyes riveted on the satiny creaminess of her pale skin.

His lips involuntarily encircling the tip of her tit. The nipple slipped between his teeth, throbbed over the roof of his mouth.

The girl was near hysterics when Billy finally released her turgid nipple from his mouth.

“Let’s go on the couch,” I suggested as the two stared at each other in awe, unable to believe their bodies could give so much pleasure.
“I’ll teach you lots of neat games to play.”