My name's Anthony, and this is the story of how I lost my virginity.
There were five of us living together - my parents, me, my twin sister, Tracy, and our cat Jake. We lived in a reasonably big house – enough for me and Trace to have our own rooms and to be comfortable, but not a mansion or anything. I had recently turned 18, was 5'11", with brown hair and medium build. Nothing special, but attractive enough in my opinion. For the past couple of years I had been getting seriously interested in girls, and some of the ones in my year at college were mega-hot. There was one who sat next to me in geography called Charlotte, who was unbelievably sexy. She was 5'9ish, and had long blond hair that looked like it was made of gold. Her tits were perfect – big but not huge, and perked up just the right amount. I'd also (although I'd never admit it to anyone) noticed just how hot my sister was. She was only just shorter than me, with long brunette hair and beautiful B-cup breasts. And fantastic blue eyes, that I'd stare into all day long if I wasn't scared of someone noticing me checking out my own sister.
In spite of my reasonable looks and interest, I'd never had a serious girlfriend.
Over the college break, my parents decided to go on a cruise round the Bahamas, and left us at home to fend for ourselves.
Trace and I decided to take advantage of this, and invited a few friends over for a party. The day before, we went shopping to get some booze and food for the party. We were walking through the clothes department and she decided to get something new to wear to the party. She picked out something and went to the changing rooms to try it out. I wasn't in the mood for a load of shopping and nearly went home. She emerged from the cubicle wearing the most unbelievable top ever! It made her look as sexy as a goddess. She wasn't wearing a bra, and I could just see her nipples through the material, and it made her figure perfect. My hormones had gone into overdrive, and my ever-growing erection was pressuring my boxers as I gawped at my sister. Suddenly I realised what I was doing.
"Pull yourself together!" I thought. "You can't stare like that at your own sister!"
I tried to look away, feeling embarrassed. Thankfully, Tracy seemed to not have noticed me gawping at her beautiful figure.
"What do you think?" She asked. I was lost for words. My mouth opened and closed a few times but nothing came out. I finally managed to say something.
"That looks great sis" I tried to say it without too much enthusiasm.
"It's not too tight?"
"No no" I replied instantly.
"Hmm. Yeah, I think I gotta have it" She announced.
My dick was still straining at my jeans – I was amazed no one seemed to have noticed the significant bulge between my legs. The rest of the shopping trip passed as a blur. As we were getting some snack foods and alcohol, the image Tracy in that top was playing over in my mind again and again. As we walked home, all I could think of was her beautiful body.
When we got through the door, I told her I was going to have a shower before the party started.
"Make it quick, its only 30 minutes before people will start arriving." I practically ran into the bathroom, ripped off my jeans, and dropped my boxers, leaving my fully erect penis sticking horizontally out from my body, throbbing slightly with my heartbeat.
I gently took hold of the end, and started gently rubbing all along its shaft. It had never felt this good before – I was in some sort of hypersensitive state. As I masturbated I played through the pictures in my mind. Tracy wearing that top. Then my imagination moved it on. This beautiful brunette standing before me, wearing just her panties. My hand was a blur as it worked over my cock. Then the image of her completely naked, standing in front of me, with her hand moving to her pussy. Having completely lost any reservations about her being my sister, I brought myself to orgasm, and ropes of cum, far more than I usually produced, rocketed over my own belly. I looked at my watch. 10 minutes of the 30 had gone by already.
"Shit, I'd better get ready for the party" I thought.
I showered, cleaning the spent semen off my stomach, and changed into some Levi's and a Quicksilver shirt. As I descended the stairs, hair still damp fro the gel I'd used to style it, the doorbell rang.
"How's that for perfect timing!" I joked to Tracy. She had changed too, into that top again, and was still wearing her jeans. I could see that she still wasn't wearing a bra underneath it. The familiar feeling came again between my legs.
She opened that door to let the first of our guests, a guy called Dan, in. The guests were still arriving 20 minutes later, and they'd all come in and made themselves comfy. Music was blaring, and chatter was going on all over the place. I heard the doorbell ring again, and went to answer it. Charlotte was standing there, looking (if possible) even sexier than Tracy. My mind slipped to my trouser as I felt the blood-flow to my penis increase for the third time that day, and then I realised that I was keeping a guest standing outside in the cold.
"C-Come in" I stammered, forcing myself to not stare at her.
"Thanks" She replied. I followed her back into the main room, and sat down to chat.
A couple more guests arrived, and the alcohol started flowing. Despite the drink, the party was relatively uneventful, and people started to leave for home. At about 11.30, there were only me, Trace, and Char left.
"Charlotte's staying the night, if that's ok with you. She lives a few miles away, and can't get a lift back." I couldn't believe my luck, stuck in a house with the two most beautiful-looking girls on earth.
"Yeah sure" I said, trying to sound as laid back about it as possible, even though I could feel that familiar swelling in my trousers for what must have been the fifth time that day.
"She can sleep in my room" Said Trace.
"I've put the spare mattress in there so it won't be a problem." Ah well. It looked like I was just going to have to remain a virgin for a little longer. We all cleared up a bit from the party, but were too tired to do much. The girls went up to bed, and I trudged up just after them, turning all the lights off as I went.
I had stripped down to my boxers and was just getting into bed myself when I remembered something.
"Shit I forgot to feed Jake."
I wasn't sure if Trace had fed him or not, so I crossed the landing over to her door, knocked gently, and walked in. But the question I had been about to ask died in my throat.
Trace and Char were both on Trace's bed, completely naked, and kissing passionately. Char was on top and had just begun chewing Tracy's right nipple when suddenly my sister noticed me.
"Woah fucking hell Ant why don't you knock?!!" She yelled.
"I did, and you didn't answer so I though I could come in. I was clearly wrong about that last bit." I said, trying not to look at her but completely fascinated by the two of them together. I wished that I could control my penis better, for yet again it had begun to swell, and was very noticeable since I only had my boxers on. Char had obviously looked up to see what was going on now too, and said,
"God your brother's fit Trace"
"I'm not worried about that at the moment! Get out!" She yelled.
"Hang on a sec Trace, why should he leave?"
"He knows about us."
"Yeah, but making him leave won't change that will it? Plus, look at him." Her voice was soft and soothing.
My sister's eyes wandered down my chest and stopped at my boxers, where there was a quite visible boner desperate to be released.
"You and I have talked about wanting to take on a penis, and there's an obviously willing tool just there to help us along."
"How many girls
have
you fucked with that thing Ant?" She said, motioning to his crotch. I faltered for a moment.
"None" I admitted.
"Well, that makes all three of us in this room virgins then. I think it's about time we changed that, don't you, Trace?"
My sister was still staring at my boxers, transfixed by what lay within. She looked back up to Charlotte, straight into her eyes, and, without saying anything, planted a long French kiss on her lips.
I was stood by the door awkwardly, wondering what to do next, when my sister spoke.
"You wait just there, Ant. I've got an idea." She looked into Char's eyes and said,
"We can have a competition, like a duel, to win you. The first one to orgasm loses."
"Hey, no fair!" Said Charlotte. "That means if I lose, you get everything and I don't get anything. It should be that the winner gets to fuck your brother, but the loser gets to suck him off first."
All this talk had made my dick feel like it was going to explode.
"Deal!" Said Char. "You OK with that Ant?" She looked at my straining crotch. That was enough for an answer.
"OK, you're the ref."
I stood there for several seconds, waiting for them to start, feeling impossibly aroused.