This is an Adult parody based on the show Sister, Sister. Those Under 18 should not read it.
All characters portrayed in this story are 18 years of age or older.
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Episode Three – A Birthday Present For Roger
Lisa Landry couldn't believe what she saw when she opened the door of Roger Evans bedroom. There was Roger sitting in the corner, naked from the waist down, eyes closed with his fully erect penis in his right hand. She could only stare as Roger, completely oblivious to the fact he was being watched, continued to masturbate.
She'd gotten a call from Rogers' mom this morning. Ivy Evans was wondering if it would be possible for Lisa or maybe Ray to call in to check up on Roger to see if he was Ok. They were in Vermont on business and Roger had a really bad case of the flu. Plus it was his eighteenth birthday and when Ivy had talked to him he'd been pretty down. Lisa thought to herself.
"Well Ivy, from what I can see...I think he might be more up than down now."
Of course Lisa had agreed to check in on Roger, and had even made him a casserole in case he felt better. She'd been very quiet as she'd tiptoed through the house, and had been even quieter as she'd opened the door of his bedroom. Just in case he was asleep. But as she could see he was most definetly up and about. Her eyes drifted from Rogers face to his penis.
"Damn the boy is hung!"
She felt an ache in between her legs as she gazed longingly at Rogers cock. She had to snap herself out of this. It was Roger after all! Very carefully she closed the door hoping that she wouldn't bring any attention to herself. Thankfully she managed to do this.
As she stood outside Rogers door she tried to get the image of his penis out of her head. The ache emanating from her pussy was a constant now. She hadn't had a man since she'd dated Ray and that had been at least three months ago now. The sight of Roger pumping his large member reminded her how badly she wanted, no needed, sex. But with Roger? She couldn't. He was the same age as Tia and Tamera. He was just a boy.
'Still that boy got one big boppin' cock." she whispered to herself.
Lisa was in a quandary. What could she do? The rational part of her mind was telling her to leave and she nearly did; she turned and headed for the stairs. But the impulsive part of her mind drifted back to Roger and the prospect of scratching the itch between her legs. She began to argue with herself then. Hell he was eighteen. It wasn't illegal. Besides who was going to know about it? She'd left a note saying she wouldn't be back until later, she could arrive back at any time she wished. But what if Roger didn't want to?
"Girl, you think that boy in there ever had a woman...puuuhlease...he'll be all over you like a bee to honey."
She smiled a little at this, and headed back towards the door. As she did an image of her lying naked on the bed with Roger plunging his monster penis inside her flashed before her eyes. Lisa felt a flash of longing throughout her body. She realised what she was going to do;
"O.k. if he's still playing with himself when I open the door next then I'm gonna do it. A dick is a dick after all."
Lisa hesitated for a moment and then opened the door a little. She could see that Roger was still jerking himself off. On seeing his bloated penis one more time the matter was settled. She pushed the door open and walked inside and with a mixture of mock anger and shock in her voice, shrieked;
"Aaaaaahhh!!! Roger Evans.. Now tell me you ain't gonna to be doin' that nasty thing to yourself in front of me...you dirty, dirty little boy."
Roger literally fell out of his seat with the shock.
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Roger had no idea that Lisa Landry was watching him stroking himself. Eyes closed and dick in hand he was imagining Tamera stripping and masturbating in exactly the same way as she'd been doing as he'd spied on her. Only this time, as she was playing with herself, he had imagined himself, not Tia, walking into the room. This was the most vivid dream Roger had ever had. Here was Tamera Campbell lying fully naked on the bed in front of him, her hair splayed all over the pillows, her eyes closed tight. Her naked body was a dream to behold. As when he'd spied on her his gaze was drawn to the triangular patch of hair in between her legs. He could see Tamera was flushed with lust, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Little moans of pleasure escaped her throat. He could see her body was coated in sweat and that her nipples were fully erect. He saw her hands manipulating her clitoris and stabbing into her pussy.
He looked down at her and asked;
"Would you like me to give you a hand?"
The luscious black beauty fondling herself on the bed looked up at him and licked her lips;
"Ohh Roger....not with your hand....with your cock....I really, really want your cock Roger. Sink it in me...fill me with it....make me come...Hurrrrry Roger...God I need it sooooo badly."
She writhed on the bed running her free hand over her breasts and closed her eyes again. In his imagination, Roger began to undress and only his boxer shorts kept him from being fully nude. He saw that Tamera was looking at him again with hungry eyes; hungry for his penis. Roger's cock sprang forth as he lowered his boxer shorts. Fully erect it was an impressive sight and it had obviously impressed Tamera as her eyes widened when she saw it.
"Oh God...it's huge Roger..."
To which Roger just smirked and knelt down in between Tamera's slim, shapely thighs.
"Hold on baby..Roger Evans is 'bout to rock your world"
As he guided his cock towards her pussy he saw Tamera's hand reach up for it.
An obscene smile was plastered on Rogers's lips as he continued to jerk himself off. He never noticed the door opening or the figure entering the room.
That was when his fantasy was broken by the shrill cries of Lisa Landry.
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Lisa stood staring at Roger as he fumbled with his pants and fumbled with his words. She had obviously scared the hell out of him. The way he'd jumped up from his chair you'd think the poor boy had been electrocuted. It was all Lisa could do to stop from laughing. She had managed somehow; just. As Roger was continuing to stumble and fumble with his clothes he gasped;
'Oh God Ms Landry...I'm so sorry...Jesus...I...I ...I didn't know anyone was here...Oh God....Please...I'm sorry."
Lisa, still pretending she was mad, continued to shriek;
"You sorry...you sorry...what about me Roger? You say your sorry but that don't change the fact I saw what I just did. You know I'm a deeply sensitive woman Roger....seeing that...seeing you do that...could have given me a heart attack."
Roger had finally manoeuvred his now rapidly deflated penis into his boxer shorts. He stuttered more apologies at Lisa who just raised her hand;
" I ain't finished yet...you know your momma told me to come over here and check you out 'cos she was worried 'bout you. She said you were real sick. She was really worried about you. Well looks like she was worrying over nothing 'cos you don't look like you're too sick to me. I ain't never seen no sick man do what you were doing. Maybe your mom would like to know what you were doing here..Huh..You think? Maybe I should call her..."
With that Lisa turned on her heel and headed for the door. Roger was nearly in tears now and he cried after her;
"No Lisa...Ms Landry...please don't do that...Please...Look I'm really sorry..."
Lisa turned and shot him an evil stare;
"Did you just call me Lisa? It's Ms Landry to you. So not only are you a dirty little man but you're also a cheeky one. Well I guess your Mom will be REAL interested to hear that."
Lisa headed down the stairs with a now shocked and tearful Roger trailing her;
"Ms Landry...please don't tell my mom...please...look I'm sorry...I'll do anything you want...but please don't tell her.."
Lisa stopped dead on the stairs and stared up at Roger with an evil grin on her face.
"You'll do anything I say? So if I ask you to...I don't know...say....mow my lawn you'll do it? No matter when I ask you to or how many times?"
Roger just nodded his acceptance, to which Lisa replied with mock solemnity;
'Well then I don't think it is necessary for me to ring your mom then. Even though I don't know when I'll ever get over the shock of seeing you...uhhhhh...it doesn't bear thinking about. I might be able to forget about it but that will depend on you Roger. Now come on I think we need to talk more about the chores you will be doing for me over the next few months. To help me forget about this...incident "
Lisa brushed past him and returned to his room. Roger breathed a sigh of relief. He'd dodged a major bullet there. Still shaking and with knees like jelly he followed Lisa back into his bedroom.