It's a bright, sunny Saturday morning, and you and my sister are supposed to go to the mall together to shop for bikinis. You've been particularly looking for your first thong bathing suit, and are eager to try everything on that you can. You and my sister (she and I are twins) have been best friends for as long as you both can remember, and you feel as comfortable in our house as you do in your own, so when you reach our front porch, you simply open it and enter, without knocking. Our living room is large and bright, with the hot morning sun streaming in through the large picture window, but the house seems oddly still in this, the middle of the morning. You call out my sister's name at first, then try to think of why she's not still in the kitchen making breakfast. You wrack your brain to try and think if you did agree to meet at our place at 10:30, and remember that
is
the correct time, but unbeknownst to you, my sister had thought 11:30 was the time, and has left on an errand.
You kick off your sandals and allow your feet to drink in the sensual feeling of our carpet's deep shag pile. You've dressed in just what you need to try on bathing suits: no underwear, and only a tank-top (cut just below your firm breasts) and ragged cut-off jean shorts. As comfortable as you are in our house, and as many times as you've been over, lately you've had the strongest feelings of arousal whenever you're over. You've known me since we were kids, but now maturity is beginning to turn our bodies into something more exciting than you've ever known, and you can't spend the night with my sister without secretly hoping to bump into me in the night in the kitchen or hallway. You pad down the hallway, nude feet scuffing on the carpet, and feeling your sweet ass cheeks and damp pussy rubbing against the inside of your shorts. As you walk down the hallway, you look right, toward my sister's bedroom door, then left, toward mine. You see my door cracked open slightly, and decide to walk in, hoping to catch me just out of the shower or dressing, and ready to explain that you thought, "I was in Tina's room, I'm so sorry!" should you catch me.
You feel the pounding of you heart as you reach for the door, and push it open all the way, stepping all the way into the room as you do. Inside, your eyes see what you never could have imagined; I'm on my bed, I'm totally nude, and I have my hard cock in my hand, as I slowly jack off over several dirty magazines in front of me. For a moment, you're too startled to know what to do, you feel somewhat embarrassed at what you've caught me doing, but you're also
incredibly
turned on at what you see. You've never seen a man naked before (though you've seen pictures) and to catch me masturbating is even more of a turn-on. My eyes are wide with shock, embarrassment, and fear; I'm afraid you might laugh or humiliate me for what you caught me at, and I'm ashamed to have you see me like this. I quickly attempt to cover myself by pulling the bedsheets up over my lap, while at the same time; you turn to leave the room. At the door, however, you suddenly gather your strength, and instead of leaving, you close the door, remaining inside.
It takes all the courage you have to turn around to me; your body feels hot, your mouth is dry, and your legs feel rubbery. You feel incredibly turned on at what you've seen, but fear being in the room with a naked, obviously aroused man. I watch you, my eyes taking in the cropped tank top and the low-slung, ragged jeans. You turn to me, and swallow several times to wet your mouth so you can speak. Finally, in a voice thick with your excitement, you manage to say,
"Don't stop, it's really exciting to watch you doing that to yourself."
I start breathing heavily; no girl has ever said anything about me was arousing, and you, as my sister's best friend, are a girl I've seen partially clothed many a time, and have tried to catch coming out of the shower, or in your nightie when you stay over. To have you watch me while I jack off β to have you say my cock excites you, makes my pulse race with sexual tension.
You will your body to obey you; your level of arousal is so great you feel as though you'll fall down instead of walking, but you manage to cover the few feet to the bed. My eyes are on the stiff nipples that are poking through your tank top; I imagine I can almost see the outline of your aureoles. You stand next to my bed, your chest heaving with the unbelievable sexual arousal you feel; never in your life have you been so turned on. You seem to feel as though you can feel every inch of your skin at once, and even with your shorts and tank on, you feel naked.
You reach down to the bed, and pull the covers off my lap, revealing my still-swelling cock, and the hand that is gently stroking it. You've never seen a guy masturbate, but right now, you want to see that more than anything. The thought of watching me jack off and cum β has you ready to kill in order to see it happen in front of you. Your eyes catch the dirty magazines on the bed: pictures of naked women β spread-eagled; on all fours; fingering themselves; giving head; or just getting fucked, their up-turned faces showing the ecstasy of their sexual arousal β is maddeningly erotic, and it gives you a wicked, sexy idea.
"I want to be your centerfold."
You whisper to me,
"I want you looking at me as youβ¦
your voice trails off as you fight with your natural shyness for the word, but the sexy feeling you get being nearly naked yourself next to me as I'm stroking my cock (and already looking unashamedly at your crotch) gives you the strength.
"β¦ as you jack off."
The raw force of your words hits me like an injection of hormones, my hand jerks at my thick shaft, and a large drop of clear pre-cum oozes out of the head of my cock. The sight of my increased excitement, and the lust in my heavy-lidded eyes makes your entire body feel hot. You stand just three feet from me as you reach up, crossing your arms over your chest, and grasp the bottom of your tank top. Just raising your arms lifts your top, and I can already see half of your breasts, nude under the tank. You lift the material swiftly off your body, and I see your naked tits even before you have the top free of you; firm, round, dark nipples, your breasts are cotton-white where your old bikini covered them, and your nipples are swollen and flushed with desire. Your arms fall to your sides, you force yourself not to cover your breasts, and instead looking at my eyes and the effect your toplessness has on me. You see the heaving of my chest as I gape at the erotic sight of your naked tits. You look down yourself, and bring your hands up to your nipples to stroke and manipulate them, both for your own pleasure and mine. You cup your breasts for me, modeling them, and pressing them together, thumbs flicking at the very tip of your nipples. You begin to feel light-headed with the sensual feelings of playing with your body, and the feeling of being my object of sexual desire.
You force your hands down your body, trailing your fingertips over your tummy and down your hips, hooking your thumbs under the waist band of your low-hanging shorts, and sliding your hands to the snap in front. You tug the snap open sharply with your left hand, and slowly slide down the zipper with your right, watching my eyes follow your hand like a man hypnotized.
"Do you like what you see?"
you whisper, breathlessly.
"Yes, very much." "Do you want to see more?" "Yes, I want to see everything."