There are a few things I'd like to say about this story before I get started telling it. First, as Amy said at the beginning of her story, if you're looking for a story where people meet up, rip off their clothes and have sex in three pages, this story is not for you.
If, on the other hand, you are patient and appreciate a well-paced story that just keeps getting hotter and hotter, read on. I assure you that by the time you get to the end of this story you will be sitting at the computer screen with either a rigid quivering erection or a stiff hard little clit sticking out of a throbbing and slick vagina, as the case might be. As a matter of fact I'd appreciate hearing exactly how far into the story you get before you start masturbating. One way you might do this is call up the Literotica audio phone line and talk about the part that got you going. A two minute read might reveal a lot about the effect this story has on you. Another way would be to just drop us an e mail.
Even though this story is titled "Amy's Ardent Boyfriend" the story is not about Amy. It's about me, years before I met Amy.
Both Amy and Bob have been after me to write this story for some time. I guess it has been six months or so since Bob published his first story called "Amy's Intimate Confession" and Amy followed up with "Amy's Intimate Cries and Whispers."
I'm not much of a writer, so finally Bob got exasperated with me and gave me a cassette recorder to tell my story on, then Amy transcribed it into writing. Amy tells me it gave her some really good ideas for us to try out as well as several great orgasms.
While this is about my "sisters" Sandy, Susan, and me, they're really not my sisters in the genetic sense. I am a step-brother, they however, are real sisters. We had been raised together for most of our lives. We are still on good terms and Sandy, even now is writing a story to be published by "Intimate Confessions" sometime in the future; watch for it!
Both girls now reside on the West Coast and although I hope Amy and I can have an "Intimate Encounter" with them sometime in the future, it may be a while as both girls are now married with kids. We still talk on the phone and have had some pretty hair raising phone sex, but travel, is expensive and except for Bob, we are all people of limited means. Amy and I count ourselves lucky to have been able to travel to Park City last summer where we met Bob.
One last word about the story content. Out of every twenty-five or thirty women, there is one or two who discharge a forceful stream of liquid when they climax after extreme arousal. I have been fortunate enough to meet and sleep with several in my lifetime. Susan and Sandra are both such women and so is Amy. As a matter of fact when I made this happy discovery with Amy, it sort of closed the deal on our relationship. Icing on the cake you might say.
What I am trying to get around to saying that this trait is not involved with "Water sports" or "Golden Showers." Although I personally have nothing against these and even more perverted practices as you will soon discover once you get past my rambling bullshit and into the heart of the story, the girls in this story aren't pissing, they're coming.
Long before I met Amy, I became addicted to watching and being watched.
When I was younger, still living at home with my parents, I slept in a room that was directly next to both of my sisters, a common door connected our rooms, but it remained closed most of the time.
Every once in a while, when I could not sleep, I would knock on the door and talk with them. There was nothing going on, I would simply sit on the floor between their beds and talk about stuff.
Now my sisters were not unattractive, but I never thought about it one way or the other. Susan had shoulder length jet-black hair and a nice little figure. She was petite, maybe 5 foot 2. I still can't understand bra sizes, so I can't say what size her breasts were, but they were proportionate to her height and weight.
Sandy, who was a year older was two or three inches taller, also very pretty with blonde, brown hair that fell to the middle of her back. Again, her figure was about normal. She had (and still has) a great smile.
Well, the whole thing started late one night when I awoke from one of those dreams that you can't remember exactly, but it left me painfully erect. Usually I would simply have masturbated, but for some reason, I lay there in the dark tingling, letting my erection subside.
Our parents were on a weekend church retreat and they had left the three of us at home alone to shift for ourselves. The house was silent and dark without them. Our parents were notorious night owls and the quiet was almost oppressive.
After tossing and turning for some time, I got up and knocked lightly on their door, I heard Sandy say softly, "Come in." I opened the door and walked in and sat between their beds.
Sandy was the only one awake, so we talked about this and that for some time. Eventually the conversation turned to our love lives, or lack of same.
I confessed that my last girlfriend had said I was a lousy kisser when she dumped me.
"You a lousy kisser, I don't believe it!"
Well, that's what she said," I replied
"I still don't believe it," she said, rolling over so her face was near mine.
"Try me," she said.
"What?"
"Give me a kiss," I'll give you my impartial opinion as a girl.
"This is kind of weird," I said
"I insist, if you're a lousy kisser, I'll tell you."
I moved closer and said, "OK, but you have to promise to be honest."
I leaned closer and our lips met, I gave her a brotherly peck and pulled back.
"That's no good" she fumed, "if you kissed Christine like that, I can see why she dumped you."
"You're my sister," I said, "It's different."
"Bullshit," she replied, "If you want my opinion, then you're going to have to give me a kiss."
"OK," I said, "but this is really weird."
I leaned toward her and this time when our mouths met we really kissed. I felt her lips part and her tongue slippeing into my mouth and I kissed her back with real feeling. The kiss may have lasted thirty seconds or so, but when we broke off, something entirely unexpected had happened to me; I got an erection.
Not only that, but it was the kind of raging boner that boys get when they first kiss a girl, I was grateful for the darkened bedroom as I sat down, eager to hide the embarrassing truth that I had become sexually aroused kissing my sister.
"Well, how did I do?" I asked.
"You could use some work, but you're definitely in the ball-park, Christine is a retard."
I sat in the darkness with my hard on thankfully subsiding talking about this and that until we returned again to the subject of our lack of romance.
Sandy lamented being without a boyfriend for so long, then she said, "I guess I'll just have continue rubbing off and going without."
I was shocked. Our talks had never gone in that direction before and I wasn't sure what to say to that.
I mumbled something about being in the same boat, my cheeks flushing.
Sandy leaned over and whispered, "What do you think about?"
"What do you mean what do I think about?" I asked
Lowering her voice even more, she said, "You know, when you're masturbating."
"I don't know, just stuff, you know girls, my old girlfriend, Christine, you know, stuff"
"Do you think about making out with Christine?" she asked.
"Sometimes," I replied.
Sandy lowered her voice slightly, "Do you imagine doing stuff with her that you guys never really got around to trying?"
"Yeah, how'd you know?"
"Because it's pretty much the same with me, I think about stuff I wished I'd done or stuff that he wanted to do that I wouldn't do and wished I had done it.
Then I asked, "What else do you think about?"
She replied, taking her time, "Well sometimes I think about the guys who look at me at the pool."
"What does that do?" I asked, not really understanding what she meant.
"You're not a girl, so you might not understand, but when I see some guy looking at me, sometimes it's very arousing. I'll think about what that guy would do if he could see me naked and what I'd do if he could watch me."
The conversation was having a real effect on me as I sat on the floor and I realized that the erection inside my boxers was returning with a vengeance. I was also feeling a curious freedom in this development. I knew that Sandy couldn't see me.
"I had quite a dream just before I came in here," I said.
"What was it about?" Sandy asked.
"I can't really remember," I said, "but when I woke up I was as hard as a rock."
I heard a catch in Sandy's voice as she asked, "Did you jack off?"
"No, I just let it go away.
"I had a dream like that a couple nights ago," Sandy said
I said nothing and she continued, "I dreamed that I was with my old boyfriend and we were both at his house in his room making out like we used to do, except this time his sister was watching."
"That sounds like a pretty hot dream, were you dressed or what."
"It was really nasty.. She was just sitting on the couch fully dressed in a skirt and a blouse, watching at first," Sandy said, "After a while, I looked over and she was squeezing her legs together and rocking back and forth on the couch while I gave her brother a hand job."
My dick was throbbing as I continued to ask Sandy more and more explicit questions.
"Was he touching your pussy?" I asked.
There was a catch in Sandy's voice as she replied, "Yes, I felt like such a slut."
"What happened then?" I asked
I heard Sandy shift on the bed and was unable to resist touching my hard cock which was leaking a little as she replied, "She started to talk to us, she said, "Sandy, you're such a slut, keep on jacking him off."
In the darkness, I heard my sister's uneven breathing as she concluded lamely, "That's it, then I woke up."
There were a few moments of silence and then Sandy said, "When I woke up I was so hot, I wanted to finish the dream,, I mean, my nipples were tingling and I just felt like I was going to jump out of my skin."
A few more moments of silence and then she asked, "Does it bother you, I mean talking about my nipples and all?" she asked.
"No," I said, "I kind of like it."
"I don't want you to think I'm weird or anything, but talking about like this is actually making me feel sort of aroused," she said.
"It is?"
"Yeah, it kind of really is, as a matter of fact my nipples are actually kind of hard right now."
"They are?"
"Yeah, as a matter of fact, they are."
I gathered up my courage and said, "I'm kind of glad to hear that, because I've gotten kind of hard sitting here myself, I'm glad that I'm not alone."
In the dark I heard her whisper back, "I can assure you that you aren't alone."
I digested that and then I said, "Actually, I'm more than just a little hard, I can't believe that this is making me so horny."
