Jack didn't know why he kept driving so far just to see her, but something drew him toward Tracey's house every weekend for the past six months.
Tracey lived with her family across the border -- about a four hour drive. Jack and Tracey met in college, and he enjoyed spending time with her. But now the long drive was getting to him, and he thought that this might be the last weekend he made the long trek north.
It was a crisp, Autumn day, and as he pulled into the driveway, Tracey walked out of the front door to meet him. She looked great today. Her long, straight blonde hair reached down to her mid-back, just the way Jack liked it. She was wearing a flannel shirt and a worn pair of tight jeans that really accentuated her shapely hips. Her breasts bounced as she hopped toward his car.
"Hi Jack," she said as she planted a kiss on his cheek.
"Hey Trace, long drive," he said as he walked with her toward the door. "What do you want to do tonight?"
"Well, Mom and Dad are going up to the cabin for the weekend, so I thought we'd spend some time at home and watch a video or something tonight after dinner," Tracey said. "Peg's here too, and she'll probably watch it with us."
"That sounds great," said Jack. Peg was Tracey's younger, more energetic sister, who was a senior in high school. She was fun and very attractive, and Jack always looked forward to seeing her. She was also blonde and looked a lot like her sister, but the one major difference was that Peg was extremely well endowed, and wore what must have been a d-cup, if not a double d. He knew this made Tracey a little envious, even though her own b-cup breasts were more than adequate for him.
Jack walked into the house and saw Peg laying on the family room couch watching TV. She wore a pair of sweat pants and a plain white t-shirt that was stretched out tightly over her chest. She jumped up when she saw Jack and ran over to him. She threw her arms around him, and gave him a big hug. Jack felt her warm, soft breasts on his chest as he hugged her. His cock started to twitch a little, and it embarrassed him.
"So what are we doing tonight Jack?" Peg asked. He could tell that she was bored out of her mind.
"Your sister and I are going to dinner, then we're coming back to watch a movie."
"Can I come to dinner with you guys, pleeeeeeeeeeeeeze?" Peg asked, looking at her older sister.
Trace shot Jack a look of minor irritation. "No problem," she said, looking back at Peg. "Let's go now."
Dinner was good, and the wine helped loosen Tracey up so that she wasn't as annoyed with Peg. Peg was also drinking quite a bit for a girl her age, and Jack could see she was getting light-headed. She was kicking Jack under the table, and laughing at his jokes.
After the short drive home, Jack parked the car in the driveway. He could see that the house was dark and the parents had left. Peg ran into the house first and bounded up the stairs. Trace followed her up while Jack stayed in the living room and decided to light a fire as there was a slight chill in the air.
He grabbed a movie off the shelf and put it into the VCR. He turned toward the couch and saw that Trace had changed into a pair of sweats and a long-sleeved cotton shirt. She sat down on the couch and yawned. He noticed that she had taken her bra off which signaled that she was ready for bed. "You won't last long," he said, knowing that Trace never watched an entire movie without falling asleep about half way through.
Peg had come down stairs and was banging around in the kitchen. He had no idea what she was up to, but assumed that she was making popcorn or something. He took the middle section of the couch with Trace on his left. He hoped that by leaving the right section of the couch open Peg would sit there instead of in the other chair. At least she'll stay up to watch the movie I just spent four bucks to rent, he thought.
As the movie began, Peg came out of the kitchen with a bottle of vodka in one hand and three glasses in the other. She was wearing a tight pair of sweat pants and a tight, low-cut T-shirt that accentuated her more than ample cleavage. He noticed right away that she had removed her bra as well. He also saw that the chill in the air had brought Peg's nipples to attention. She plopped down as he hoped she would on the couch next to him, putting the bottle and glasses on the coffee table.
"Gee, Peg. Thirsty?" Jack asked.
Peg smiled. "I found this in the freezer. Must be left over from the New Year's Eve party. Just thought it would be nice to have a little during the movie," she said, as she poured three glasses and sent one down the table to Tracey.
"Well, I'm sure you won't be able to handle much of that," he told Peg. "I guess I'll be watching this one alone!"
With that, Tracey downed her entire glass and set it back down on the table. Peg followed her sister's lead. Jack immediately reached for the bottle and filled them both back up. He hated Vodka, but wasn't about to spoil their fun.
As the movie went on, Jack noticed that the bottle was draining quickly. About mid way through, the Vodka was gone, and both Tracey and Peg were asleep on the couch next to him -- Tracey with her head on his lap, and Peg leaning on his right shoulder. He glanced down at Peg's chest and stared at her cleavage. He could see just about everything down her shirt the way she was leaning into him. God they're huge, he thought. He could see that Peg's skin was silky smooth, just like Tracey's.
As he stole his longer than average glance, he could feel his dick harden under Tracey's head and hoped that she didn't wake up and notice. She was in a heavy sleep, breathing very hard. He reached down and put his hand on his girlfriend's left tit and started rubbing it through her shirt. He closed his eyes and imagined that it was Peg he was touching.
When he opened his eyes, he looked over and saw that Peg was awake and watching him feel up her older sister as she slept. Jack's heart jumped, but then he felt Peg's hand reach across and grab Tracey's breast as he had been doing. He looked at her in shock, and she put a finger up to his lips.
"Shhhhh! Don't wake her up!" With that, his prick jumped into a full hard-on, and Peggy lowered her hand from Jack's mouth and placed it on the end of his bulge, which had just peeked out from under Tracey's head. She started to lightly knead his helmet through his khaki pants.
Jack thought he was going to explode right there. What would Tracey think if she woke up and saw this? She'd freak out, of course! Kick me out of the house! And what did Peg think she was doing? His mind was swirling, and he looked back down at Peg's cleavage, which was heaving along with her heavier breathing pattern.