Chapter 1

It was the first time our parents had left us alone overnight and I was having trouble sleeping. It was their twentieth wedding anniversary and they’d gone into town for a meal and were staying overnight at a hotel. At fifteen they wouldn’t have left me on my own but Julie was seventeen and had promised them faithfully that she’d stay in with me.

I was just starting to doze off when I heard some scrabbling below my window and suddenly I was wide awake again. I lay there, listening intently but it was all quiet again. Then there was an almighty crash and I completely lost it. I jumped out of bed and ran down to my big sister Julie’s bedroom.

I opened the door and saw her asleep, lying on her front. It was a warm night and she’d kicked off the covers and I could see that she was just wearing some cotton shorts and a singlet. She looked lovely and, even though I was scared, my cock began to get hard at the sight.

Now I know what you’re thinking: I made up the noise so that I could come into my big sister’s room in the middle of the night in the hope of seeing something just like this. If I was that clever I guess I might have done it. I certainly was almost dribbling looking down at her wonderfully curved buttocks being lovingly hugged by that thin material.

There were three reasons why that wasn’t the case though: firstly, I wasn’t that bright. Secondly, there really had been a noise. And thirdly, I loved my sister very, very much and I was feeling guilty as hell about the erection that was starting to cause a bulge in my shorts.

“Jules, wake up! I think there’s someone outside!” She groaned and turned over. As she did her right breast popped out of her shirt and my dick started to get properly hard. I’d never seen any girl’s breasts in the flesh before, let alone Julie’s, and it was so beautiful that I couldn’t take my eyes off it. The shape seemed utterly perfect and it was topped by the cutest, tiniest, candy-pink nipple.

“Wha...?” she mumbled, “What’s the matter?” She was still rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, causing that lovely breast to jiggle wonderfully. The front of my shorts was now sticking out a lot.

“I think there’s someone outside trying to break in,” I told her again. She opened her eyes and seemed to focus on my bulge.

“And you’re going to beat them to death with that are you?” she said pointedly, still staring at my crotch. I felt my face go bright red and I began to get a bit annoyed with her. She was always taking the mickey out of me and I thought that she was probably at it again.

“I’m serious Julie, I think there’s someone out there, and anyway this is your fault,” I said crossly, pointing at her tit.

“Oops, sorry,” she said, and giggled a bit as she tucked it back in, “Did you actually see anyone?”

“Well, no. But I heard them outside the kitchen,” I replied, getting a bit defensive.

“No one can get in,” she reassured me, “I locked up before I came to bed.” She looked at my dubious expression, then sighed and added, “But let’s have a look around if that’ll make you feel better.” She picked up her phone, turned the torch on, and then took my hand.

“Stay close behind me,” she said and led the way downstairs. The cheeks of her bottom, jiggling in her shorts right in front of me, kept my dick extremely hard. She stopped abruptly at the kitchen doorway which caused me to bump into her, my dick poking into the soft cheeks of her ass.

“God, sorry Jules,” I said. She reached behind her and put her hand on my stomach, feeling around until it landed on the end of my dick. She slowly moved her hand along my shaft until she reached my balls. It was the first time anyone other than me had touched it, and it quite literally took my breath away; I felt it grow even harder and it twitched madly.

“You need to be careful with that thing bro’,” she said softly, “Who knows what damage you could do with it.” She gave it one last squeeze and then she took her hand away and instantly I missed it desperately.

We carried on into the kitchen and both saw a black and white furry shape run across the yard and scrabble up and over the fence.

“Racoon,” she said. “Panic over.” She lead the way back to the bottom of the stairs and then stopped. “You go first,” she said, once again with her eyes on the lump in my shorts. “watching my butt go up the stairs might set that thing off!” And I could hear her chuckling to herself as she came up the stairs behind me.

As she went into her room I followed her a little ways.

“Sorry about ... you know, waking you up for nothing.”

“Don’t be silly,” she replied. “You did the right thing. It might have been a burglar.”

She got back into bed and lay there with her hand about to pull over the covers.

“This takes me back,” she said wistfully. “Do you remember that night when you were little and there was that storm?”

I gazed at her lovely young body and felt an intense yearning to slip into bed beside her.

I’d been maybe eight or nine and I’d been woken up by a thunderstorm. I was terrified and I’d gone to my mom and dad’s room. I knocked but there was no answer. I figured that they couldn’t hear me over all the noise and so I opened the door.

Then I’d just stood there, wide-eyed, the storm momentarily forgotten. They were wrestling on the bed, but they had no clothes on! I dithered, my heart still pounding with fear but, even at that young age, somehow I’d understood that what they were doing was private.

I’d quietly closed the door and gone to Julie’s room with tears running down my face as I panicked that maybe she wouldn’t help me either. But when she turned on the light and saw the state I was in she just turned down her bedclothes.

“Come on,” she’d said softly, patting the bed next to her. I was so incredibly grateful that she’d understood without making a big fuss.

She held me and comforted me and dried my tears and gradually the storm passed and I calmed down. Eventually, I’d fallen asleep, safe in her arms.

I’d woken up several times in the night and adored the feeling of blissful security; her soft, warm body against mine and her lovely smell filling my nostrils.

After that night, whenever I’d heard anyone going on about their ‘safe place’ or ‘happy place’, it was that night that always came into my mind.

Ever since I’d occasionally dreamed about being in her bed again and felt a pang of sorrow when I’d woken up and it wasn’t true.

As I got older the dreams had changed. I think I was fourteen when I had my first wet dream of her soft hands stroking my dick. I’d been horrified at my cum-covered shorts, but mostly I felt hugely guilty for thinking of her that way. For the whole of the next day, I couldn’t look her in the eye.

In the end, I came to terms with my dreams which got more explicit as I learned more about sex. She was a very beautiful girl but, more than that, she was feisty and fun as well. She didn’t mix with the other pretty girls at school, who flaunted their bodies, preferring not to play that particular card.

I loved and admired her, and when my dreaming mind was fantasizing it would naturally go to the girl that I knew the best and was closest to.

My mind came back to the present to the vision of Jules in her skimpy outfit with an almost challenging expression on her face. My cock twitched hugely at the sight and she giggled and raised an eyebrow. Did she really mean...?

“Of course I remember,” I told her, my voice cracking with emotion. “How could I forget. Good night Julie.” I turned around and went back to my own bed with a lump in my throat to match the one that was still in my shorts.

I beat off imagining what might have happened if I’d gotten into her bed, but as soon as I’d cum I felt guilty as fuck.

At school a couple of days later I started to notice little groups of girls whispering together as I went past them in the corridors. I decided that it was either in my imagination or just paranoia and tried to ignore it.

The next day it was even worse and a lot of the girls seemed to be giggling at me. Each time I blushed, put my head down and walked away as quickly as I could.

The day after that I was eating my lunch in the canteen with my mates John and Brian and a couple of other guys, when Michelle Peters and her cohort started walking towards us.

She was the absolute queen of our school, eighteen years old and absolutely gorgeous. There’s probably not a boy in the school who hadn’t jerked off thinking about her magnificent breasts, that awesome ass, or those perfect legs that seemed to go on forever.

The four other girls in her little gang were almost, but not quite, as beautiful. None of us could believe it when they stopped at our table. They had never been known to acknowledge the existence of anyone in the years below them, let alone to speak to them.

“Move along now boys,” she said, looking around the table. We all breathed a sigh of relief, normality had resumed: they just wanted our table. We all picked up our trays and stood up to leave. Michelle put her hand on my shoulder and pushed me back down.

“Not you Williams. You stay put. The rest of you, fuck off,” she said without a trace of nastiness, but leaving no room for argument.

Michelle sat down next to me, so close that her arm and her leg were touching mine. Amanda, her second in command, sat just as close on my other side and the rest stayed standing.

Michelle put her hand on my knee and squeezed it gently. She leaned forward slightly and put her mouth close to my ear. This meant that I had a wonderful view down the front of her T-shirt of those gorgeous breasts in a little bra that showed more than it hid. My dick started to swell.

“I’ve been hearing interesting things about you, young Jeremy,” she whispered to me, and her hand moved higher up my thigh.

“I thought I’d come and introduce myself.” Her fingertips were now running up and down my inner thigh and each stroke pumped my cock up more. “I’m Michelle and this is the lovely Amanda.” Her fingers were getting closer and closer to my penis and it was feeling uncomfortably constrained by my pants.

“Pleas--” I started to say. “Shut up Jeremy, I’m not talking to you, I’m talking to this.” And as she said it she grabbed my dick. I thought the top of my head would come off as she fondled and squeezed it.

“Ah,” she whispered, “it’s all true then.” She laughed prettily and kissed me on the cheek.

“We’ll have to be properly introduced very soon,” she told me and they all left, laughing at me.

I sat there looking at my lunch, trembling faintly until the bell sounded, then I went off in a daze to my next lesson.

The meaningful looks, whispered conversations and giggling got even worse after that, except among the boys: the younger ones looked at me with awe, the older ones with undisguised hatred.

In history the next day a spitball hit me in the back of the head. When I turned around Bobby Davies was grinning at me and mouthed what looked like ‘donkey’ at me. I chucked a pen at his head but Mr Patel caught me and we both ended up with an hour in detention.

There was only me and Bobby in there and Miss Lawrie was taking it. For some reason, rather than sit behind the desk, she sat on it. She was wearing a skirt and sometimes, when she crossed her legs, I caught a glimpse of her white panties. It was really nice and soon I had a little semi going.

Five minutes before the hour was up she told Bobby he could go. I was a bit annoyed that she wasn’t letting me go as well until she parted her legs a little more and I could clearly see her white panties up her skirt.

At the end of the hour, she told me I could go too. I tried to stand so that my erection wouldn’t be obvious to her, and I put my stuff in my rucksack and threw it over my shoulder. As I was walking out she called me back. I went over and stood in front of her, acutely aware of the bulge in my trousers.

“I’m very disappointed to see you in here Jeremy,” she told me sternly while looking at my groin. I was watching her face and I thought I saw her eyebrows go up slightly.

“You’re normally a very well-behaved boy,” she continued, still staring at my bulge, “I hope this isn’t the start of something bad?” Finally, she looked up at my face and she was smiling.

“No Miss,” I replied and smiled back.

“Off you go then. I haven’t got all night.”

I was starting to get really paranoid now. OK so I kept getting hard-ons but that’s not exactly unusual in fifteen-year-old boys. Why the fuck was everyone behaving so weirdly around me?

After school the next day me and Brian went back to his place. His mom bumped into us on our way up to his room.

“Would you boys like some sodas and sandwiches?” she asked us. Not for the first time I noticed how hot his mom was. She had lovely big boobs and normally had a little cleavage showing. That and the way that the tight skirts that she often wore hugged the shape of her butt was normally enough to give me a little stiffy.

We played on his console for a while and then paused it when she brought the snacks. I thought that she was looking at me kind of oddly.

About half an hour later she came up again.

“Brian, I’ve run out of eggs. Can you go to the store for me?” Brian looked pretty pissed. “Please,” she added, raising an eyebrow. “I’ll look after Jeremy.”

“God Mom! I suppose so.”. She handed him a ten-dollar bill as he stomped past her.

After he’d gone she sat down on the bed next to me. She put an arm around my shoulders and looked me in the eyes.

“Are you OK Jeremy? If you ever need a shoulder to cry on...”

I tried to think about that, but I was distracted by her soft breast pressed against my arm. I could feel the heat from it even through our clothes and I began to get hard. But she was an adult and I didn’t know who else I could ask.

“There is something that’s bothering me...” I began and then stalled. “No, I can’t.”

“Anything Jeremy. Honestly, anything at all,” she said softly and kindly. I took a deep breath.

“I’m beginning to wonder if I’m some kind of freak.”

“Oh, you poor boy,” she said sympathetically and pulled my head down gently until it nestled between her lovely boobs. The silky soft skin of her breasts felt amazing brushing against my cheeks and pretty soon I was fully erect. “what do you mean, freak?” she asked eventually.

I allowed myself a few final moments of delight with her tits and then sat up. I looked first at her and then down to my crotch. When I glanced up she had followed my eyes downwards.

“Do you mean?” she asked, raising her eyebrows while her gaze was still on my groin. I nodded.

“It’s hard to tell,” she said softly. “Would you like me to look at it?” I nodded again.

She urged me to my feet and then I held my breath as she pulled my zipper down and undid my pants. I had the most amazing view down the front of her blouse and could see the whole of her breasts in a lacy bra. As she put her fingers into the waistband of my clothes and pulled them down my dick got kind of caught and, when she eased my briefs over it, it sprang up and slapped me in the stomach.

“Oh my,” she whispered. “That’s ... beautiful.”

“Not deformed?”

“Oh no. It’s perfect, just a little large. Actually a lot large. You’re a very lucky boy. Do you mind if I touch it?”

“Yes,” I replied without thinking, and then realized what I’d said. “No ... Oh, God. Yes please.”

I groaned as the first female ever touched my naked penis. Her soft hands stroked along the shaft and then danced gently around my knob making it twitch madly. She cupped my balls with one hand while she continued to wank me, maddeningly gently, with the other.

When a drop of precum appeared in my slit she looked up at me questioningly and licked her lips. I nodded so hard my dick bounced around and she giggled like a little girl. Then she pursed her lips and kissed away the dewdrop before her lips parted and she took my knob inside her mouth.

I’d never felt anything so wonderful as she ran her lips and tongue lovingly around my glans and her hands drove me wild. I was very, very close to cumming.

“Mrs. Jenner...” I said urgently, putting my hands on her hair and pulling my hips back a little. Her hand on my balls tightened slightly and she sucked harder and wanked faster, and I came. My legs shook violently and threatened to give way as I pumped load after load of my cum into her lovely mouth. I could see her cheeks working as she struggled to swallow it all but she didn’t spill a drop.

She kept sucking, licking, and massaging my balls even after I’d started to go soft, as if desperate not to miss a single drop. Then she stood up and hugged me.