I always figured that I had a normal family. I mean, parents still together, three kids, the dog, two cars, white picket fence, suburbia, SUV. Pretty standard Americana. But what happened this past Christmas vacation made me reconsider all of that.
I'm Ariel, 24 years old, medical student, third year. If you saw me in the library at my school, studying for my next exam, I don't know if you'd pay much attention to me. I'm usually dressed pretty conservatively, and I have to wear thick glasses to read. But on the weekends after exams, I do know how to let my hair down, literally. I'm 5'6", with straight strawberry blonde hair that falls down below my shoulder-blades. My eyes are blue and I've got a spate of freckles across my nose. I wouldn't mind losing a few pounds, but I'm well within healthy weight range for my height.
I had just finished my medicine rotation, three months long, a huge workload, tons of stuff to memorize. The exam went pretty well, and a bunch of us went out to drown our memories in floods of cheap beer. I don't remember much of that night, but I do remember the next morning, waking up to drag myself to the airport. The flight back home to NYC was misery, stumbling onto the subway to get to the train to get me back to Westchester county. I got to my parents' house at 10:30 that night. Thank God, Mom was still awake and took care of me, giving me some food and then bundling me off to bed.
1.
I woke up the next morning at 6:30 out of habit and went to take a shower. I lost myself under the hot spray of the water. Goddamn it felt good to unwind: no pressure, no resident watching your every move, no attending putting you on the spot with questions on trivia. All of a sudden I heard a noise.
"Jesus, Cal!" I gasped, as I realized that my younger brother had come into the bathroom. "You scared the living daylights out of me!"
"Whoops! Sorry, Ari! I'll wait outside," he said, averting his eyes, and stepping out of the door. My heart was still pounding. I took a moment to collect myself, then turned off the water and wrapped a towel around me. I opened the door, and Cal was standing there in his pj bottoms.
"Hey, Ari, I gotta take a leak, but can I come ask you a question in a minute?"
"Sure, Cal. I'll be in my room."
After drying off, I put on a silk kimono and wrapped my hair in the towel. A second later, I heard a knock on the door, and Cal came in. He's 18 years old, just finishing high school. 6'1", with dark blonde hair, green eyes, and a workout-tough body, he's the point guard for his school's basketball team. I couldn't help but admire his pecs and flat stomach, his strong biceps. My younger brother had turned into quite the man while I was at school. Cal turned around and shut the door.
"Um... Ari, this is a bit embarrassing, but seeing as how you're in medical school, I figured I could come talk to you. It's about my, um... my penis."
I put on my best professional demeanor, and nodded encouragingly. It's a tried and true fact that when you go to medical school, your friends and family start asking your opinions about all sorts of things. It's great practice for schooling your emotions and facial expressions, 'cause you learn about lots of stuff you never expected or maybe even wanted to hear.
"See, recently, it's been getting sore and kinda red, and it's really embarrassing. I don't want Susie, my girlfriend, to think I've got some disease or something."
"Allright, Cal. Let's take a look, shall we?" He pulled his pants down, unselfconsciously, and stepped out of them, standing in front of me in his birthday suit. The sight of his penis, even flaccid, caused my throat to parch. It had been too long since I'd been with a man. I knelt in front of him, and gently grasped the shaft of his penis just below the glans to lift it up.
It was a pretty penis, pale and smooth with a few veins outlined clearly along the length. The head was startlingly red and slightly inflamed-looking. I suspected immediately that Cal was simply in need of lubrication, but I wanted to play with him a bit first.
"Does it hurt more when you're soft or when you have an erection?" I asked, innocently, lightly stroking his length with my fingertips.
"Uh, geez, I guess when I'm hard." Which is what he was starting to get, now. Slowly, the organ began to become firm under my touch. I could feel the blood rushing in. I licked my lips as the head rose into the air with a mind of its own. I pretended to be unconcerned.
"Let's see. Any tenderness down here?" I cupped his testicles in my other hand, and let my fingers feel behind them, between his legs.
"N-no..." he stammered. He was now just about fully erect, the deep red glans with its single eye only an inch or two away from my face.
"I've got the perfect solution for you," I stated, standing up and turning to my bag. I pulled out a bottle of lotion and squirted some onto my hand. I turned back to my poor brother, his manhood sticking out in front of him. I reached down between us and smoothed the cool lotion over his entire shaft with my hand. I stroked up and down, looking up into his eyes.
"Oh, God, Ari..." he gasped, and suddenly, cum spurted up from the end of his penis. A drop landed right on my cheek.
As if this happened every day in the office, I let go of his cock and wiped the sperm off of my face with my finger.
"Cal, I recommend that you use some lubrication from now on. I bet Susie could help you out. Now, scoot!" And I sucked the drop off of my finger.
2.
That night, Miranda came home from college. She's 21 years old, and she's always been the brat of the family. Never without a catty remark, a snide comment, whining demands. She's the apple of Dad's eye, and it's not hard to see why. She's the captain of the varsity cheerleading squad at her school, and is fit in the way I can only dream of being. It doesn't help that she's an inch taller than me. She has platinum blonde hair and that tight cheerleader body that America adores. Bitch.
All night we were at each other's throats. Stupid arguments: she can get my goat so easily. She just drops a word about my being "full-bodied," or that my glasses make me look like a "geek," and I can't help but rise to the bait. Mom and Dad tried to get us to stop, but they always take her side. It's all so childish, but I can't stop myself from protesting the injustice.
That night, after getting ready for bed, I was reading a medical journal in my room. I heard a knock on my door, and before I could respond, Miranda burst into the room, and flopped onto my bed.
"So, Ari, as always, the nerd, huh?"
"Jesus Christ, Miranda, give it a break for once, OK?" I snarled at her. I turned and saw her stretched out on the bed, on her stomach. The worst part about Miranda is that she is completely gorgeous. I mean her green eyes are feline in their intensity, and her little upturned nose, red lips and graceful neck are my envy. Now I saw that she was only wearing a little see-through negligee with wispy panties on her precisely curved ass. She had her little feet up in the air, and was propped up on her arms, looking at me. I realized that I could see the tops of her breasts, those perfect little tits that seem to stick directly out of anything she wears, proclaiming their pert firmness.
"OK, OK. I'm sorry, Ari. I don't mean to be abrasive."
"Come off it, Miranda. What do you want?"
"Oh, God. Look, sis, I need to get a physical for cheerleading, and I don't want to go to the school doc. He's an old goat who only wants to get a chance to peer at pretty girls' pussies and paw their boobs. I figured you could just sign the sheet and I'd be out of his clutches."
"Can't do it, Miss Thing. First off, I'm not a full doc yet. It wouldn't be ethical for me to sign a sheet stating I am one. And, second, I couldn't sign the sheet without actually doing the physical."
Miranda sighed theatrically. "You're such a fucking do-gooder. I'll do whatever you want to get this sheet signed without seeing Dr. Geezer. If you need to give me a physical, then OK, whatever."
By now I was seeing a chance to exact some revenge on the little bitch, so I agreed to complete the form. I had her sit on the edge of the bed while I got my stethoscope, blood pressure cuff, ophthalmoscope, and reflex hammer. When I turned back to her, I saw her looking defiantly at me. But I could also detect a bit of nervousness in her eyes. Looking down, I could make out her breasts through the diaphanous material of her negligee. Her nipples shone through, and I could tell that they were erect. She was so hot! I felt a little dowdy in my cotton nightgown.