I grew up just on the edge of a major metropolitan area with two older sisters and a younger brother. My parents stayed together until I was about 15 years old, but split up fairly amicably. They both worked crazy hours, but lived a pretty social life, so even if we didn't see them for days, there was always someone around to watch over us when we were young. I probably saw them just as frequently after the divorce as I did at any point beforehand. We always had a pretty open house. There was a revolving door of regulars that would stay with us, to whom my sisters always referred as "the hippies on the couch." Hell, sometimes, even later in my adolescence, it was my dad on the couch.
Deanna was probably 18 years old when she started babysitting us (which made me about 5 or 6), but she was more than just a babysitter. She was one of my parents' friends. They kind of took her in while she was at school, and she became more of a permanent fixture around the house. She was basically still a kid so she was more fun to be around than a lot of my parents' other friends. She was absolutely my first crush. I held her in such a high regard. It was like everything she did was "cool" and it felt good just to be around her. As I grew older I noticed that she'd walk around the house in next to nothing every morning as she helped get us ready for school. She had this old worn out T-shirt that was basically see-through, and loose enough to drape perfectly across her ample tits, but short enough to emphasize the sporty physique that existed just below them. That T-shirt is permanently etched into my brain as it complemented those tiny little sleep shorts she wore every morning, that seemed too small in every direction and all the right ways. After my parents split up, we definitely saw less of Deanna, but she still came around on holidays and special occasions.
I went to school in the city - not quite far enough away to get homesick, but just far enough to justify living away from home. Over the next few years, I too only came home on special occasions as I got my own place and started working my own crazy hours.
I was 22 years old, and at some point I decided to borrow a friend's car and go back to the old neighborhood to pick up some of my things for my new apartment. The house was quiet when I arrived. It felt so empty compared to the years of constant get-togethers and friends. I packed a few boxes and loaded them into the car.
As I was finishing up I decided to check out the fridge. Strangely, there was quite the selection of beer in there. My mother wasn't much of a drinker, so it was refreshing to see that she was still entertaining. Clearly there had recently been a party. I grabbed a bottle of some fancy stout, cracked it open, and sat down on the couch. It was just then that I heard a noise. I heard a whimper. It repeated, and then I heard what I thought was a smack! What the fuck?! My ears perked up as I listened for where the sound might be coming. There was a squeak of a bed frame, followed by another whimper, and a low toned moan. Holy shit! Someone is here, and they're fucking! I didn't see my Mom's car, and either of my sisters would've told me if they were coming to town. There was a good chance that my now 20 year old brother was plowing away at his 19 year old fucktoy, and came back home so that he could have some privacy away from his six roommates. I heard it again. I was just the right age that simply hearing the possibility of sex, had a visceral reaction. I could feel my pants getting tighter around my stiffening cock, and I needed to investigate. I didn't want to be a creep, but my younger brother's plaything (they hated the word "girlfriend") was smoking fucking hot, and I would love to "accidentally" catch a glimpse of her being filled out like an application.
I walked slowly upstairs, cautiously avoiding making any noise on the floorboards. As I made my way towards the top of the stairs their fucking was reaching a crescendo. I could hear the wet, slapping sounds of someone being fucked good and hard, in unison with little yelps and moans. God, this made my cock rock hard. As I got to my brother's room I could hear that the sounds were coming from further down the hall. I heard a low powerful grunt, and she let out a final moan which came with the words, "cum all over my tits!". That fucking brat! Was he banging this little slut on our parents' bed?! It got quiet as I was mere steps from my parents' room. I tip-toed over to the door, which was open more than just a crack, and I heard the shower kick on. Fuck! I missed it! Figuring my thick headed brother and his cum-soaked piece of jailbait were busy hosing each other off in my parents' shower, I became bolder as I approached the door. One of my hands was unconsciously pulling at my aching cock through my jeans, as I tilted my head into the slightly open door. To my surprise, there was a woman on the bed, laying on her back, with her legs spread. I had a view right between those gorgeous legs, right into her swollen, and dripping, freshly fucked pussy. Her head was still back, so we didn't make eye contact, but I could tell that this was no college freshman! She dipped one of her fingers into her pussy and let out a womanly moan of satisfaction. Then I heard her voice. She didn't even look up at me. It was like she knew I was watching. Fuck was she cool. "It's about time you got here. Are you just gonna creep behind the door, or are you gonna take your shot before he gets out of the shower?" I almost came at the sound of her voice. Deanna!
