Chapter 1

Today went pretty well, for a Monday at least. I had Math today and that's always my best subject. Yeah, I'm a bit of a geek. I've always done well in school, but what the hey, somebody's got to be good at stuff like that. I had lunch with my buddy Fred as usual and as usual he had to tell me about the 15 times he jerked off over the week-end. I don't know, either he's full of hot air or he has the most productive set of balls around.

Just as we about to leave the lunchroom a couple of girls walked by our table. One was just OK but the other was a real knockout, I mean, long blond hair, blue eyes, and a cute turned up nose. She had on a tank-top that really showed off her tits and I swear you could see her nipples poking at the thin cotton. The tank-top stopped about three inches above the waist of her skin tight hip-hugger jeans showing a strip of lightly tanned skin that I wanted to lick so bad I bet my tongue was hanging out. Her ass was so perfect I thought my balls were going to burst right there. She paid no attention to us and I bet she had no clue as to the effect she had on every male in the place.

I looked at Fred and the expression on his face was pure agony, "Did you see that!", he groaned, "Oh, man I've got to go the the john and jerk-off or my balls are going hurt so bad I wont be able to walk." With that he jumped up and headed for the door. I sighed and headed for my next class.

After school I headed home, still thinking about that blond in the lunchroom. Man, I hoped my sister would be home when I got there. I could really use a blow job right now. I know, most guys don't get sucked off by their sister, but then, most guys don't have my sister. She's almost two years older than me and she has bossed me around for as long as I can remember. When she says, "Drop your pants, I want to suck your cock.", what am I supposed to do, say, "NO",? Nope, I just do what I'm told and, man, is she good at it.

When I got in the house I headed down the hall to the bedrooms. Hers is the bigger one, of course, on the left side and my room is on the right. As I got close to my sister's room I heard voices. It sounded like two girls talking low so I couldn't make out what was being said. 'Damn', I though, 'she would have to have company today. There goes my blow job!' As I walked by her open door I looked in. My sister was sitting on her bed facing the door. She saw me and gave a little smile. The other girl was sitting on the bed facing my sister so I couldn't see much of what she looked like except that she had shoulder length black hair.

I went into my room, slammed the door, tossed my books on the desk and flopped on the bed. I guessed I'd just have to jerk-off. I probably wouldn't have much trouble coming up with a nice fantasy about the blond girl we saw at lunch, in fact my cock was already starting to get hard just at the image in my mind of her walking by. Just as I was about to open my pants to pull out my cock there was a knock on my door. I heard my sister's voice, "Can I talk to you for a minute, Jimmy?"

Oh, what the hell, "Yeah, come on in, it's not locked."

She came in with that look on her face she gets when she is about to con me into something. "I need you to do something, come on over to my room." With that she turned and left knowing full well that I would do as I was told.

I went into her room. As I entered the other girl turned to look at me. 'Oh, wow', I thought, 'she's kind of cute.' She was what my mother called 'black Irish'. Black hair with very fair skin and bright blue eyes, a very nice combination.

"This is Lisa", my sister said, "and she has a problem. She is an only child, no brothers, so she has never seen a boy with a hard on. She really wants to see one and I've been telling her what a nice cock you have, so we thought you could let her see yours." I was a little bit in shock, torn between the desire to show this beautiful girl my cock which was growing harder by the second and the thought of the torture it would be standing there with my exposed cock while she just looked at it. I guess my sister could read my thoughts because she said slyly, "I think we can make it worth your while."