"Check out those tits!" Charlie Davis was saying.
Traci paused on the stairway, with the laundry basket in her arms, and listened carefully. She could hear magazine pages turning and quiet exclamations from the guys. Her brother Jack and two friends from college were in the basement.
"Oh yeah!" she heard the heavy masculine voice of Todd Martin. "Christ, that makes my cock hard!"
Traci knew the boys well enough; The three had been friends throughout high school, and were now teammates on the Wisconsin State University baseball team. Jack, Charlie and Todd looked great, and were always hanging out together.
"rrrrriiiiiiiiiiiippp", Tracis' jaw dropped as she heard the distinct sound of a zipper being lowered; followed by two more quick, "zzzziiiiiiiiiip", "zzzziiiiiiiiip". Then a chorus of "ohhhhs" and "yaaaahhhhs."
Very carefully she peeked around the corner. The basement was finished with paneling and furnished with a couch, chair and a old plush oriental rug. On the couch Jack and Charlie had their cocks out and were taking turns looking at a magazine on the cushion between them. Todd Martins' face was hidden behind a magazine, legs spread and his penis sprouting thick and hard from his jeans. Charlie Davis stroked himself with a hand, while her brother Jack had both hands wrapped around his long hard-on, his eyes closed and his mouth open.
Traci moved silently down the remaining stairs and walked nonchalantly into the room carrying the laundry basket.
"Whooaaa!" she heard three voices in chorus as the boys scrambled to conceal their cocks.
As she stepped through the doorway into the laundry room she looked back at her brother trying to stuff his obscenely swollen penis into his pants, it wasn't working. Jack looked up and their eyes met for a long second. He saw his sister glance back down at his thick rod, and a blush colored her cheeks, before she disappeared.
"Oh shit," said Jack.
"Christ, she saw us!" panicked Charlie.
The boys quickly stashed the magazines, had zipped up their pants and were trying to look innocent, when they heard the washer start its' rhythmic whirring, and then Traci came back into the room.
"What were you guys doing?" she smiled. Jack was silent.
"Nothin," protested Todd. Traci looked at the thick bulge in the handsome boys' pants. She went to the couch and pulled a magazine from beneath a cushion where her brother sat. It was open to the foldout where a stunning young lady was drilling two fingers into her pussy.
"Wouldn't you rather look at a live girl" she teased, "than a magazine?" The boys were stunned when Traci stationed herself in the middle of the room and began twirling around slowly, displaying her ripe eighteen year old curves to the boys.
"You were masturbating weren't you," she looked at the handsome Charlie Davis and then down to the thick ridge along his thigh, hidden beneath his pants. Charlie, the youngest of the trio at 22, came from a wealthy family in an adjacent neighborhood: full dark hair, deep set black eyes, a strong, slender athlete.
She had dreamed of him often in her innocent pre-pubescent years. The dashing handsome boy who would waltz with her across a moonlit balcony.
Now he looked nervous.
Sexual tension filled the room as Traci felt the eyes of the three aroused men on her body.
Todd Martins' penis gave a lurch when he saw Jacks' sexy sister Traci turn around and pose in her stretch pants. The twin half-moons of her ass curved invitingly into a deep crease, that ran down, and under.
Jack was stunned. His beautiful sister had the sexiest smile on her face! As she spun around the overhead light flashed reflections from the long waves of her golden hair. It was also apparent she was braless; the white shirt tight across her grapefruit sized breasts. There was no doubt that she had blossomed into a woman. "We were just looking at some pictures," said Jack defensively. The magazine with the girl was in plain sight.
"Oh Yah," she laughed, "like this?" Traci made a motion in the air; jacking-off an imaginary penis.
The guys laughed at her silly imitation and Charlie seemed to relax, lounging back into the comfortable couch.
"No, like this," said Todd. He pulled out the magazine he had stuffed into the cushion and flashed a picture to Jack and Charlie, then began to study it carefully.
"Can't I see?" whined Traci; and in two steps she was at his chair. Todd turned the picture away, so Traci leaned in very close putting her hand on his thigh, the warmth of her full chest two inches from his face. The photo was a petite buxom blonde with clenched teeth and a big vibrating dildo sunk deep up her gash.
"You like that?" she whispered in Todds' ear, though everyone could hear, "hhmmmmm?" Todd was the star pitcher on the baseball team; tall, broad shouldered, and a very short military haircut. As Traci pulled back she let her fingers drift down to contact the long pole outlined through his jeans. Her deep blue eyes questioning his; and her long index slid the length of his bone.
On the couch, Charlie's' head was pounding. He was watching Jacks' undeniably gorgeous sister rub his buddy's' prick, her big sexy jugs wagging in his face. The result was that Charlies' penis was rock hard, completely tenting his boxer shorts and slacks. He scooted back on the couch a bit to relieve the pressure of his constricting shorts.
Traci saw him squirming.
"What are you looking at Charlie?" she smiled.
"You." he answered sullenly.
"Me?" She stood in erect profile in front of him. "You don't look very happy to see me."
Charlie edged backward again, trying to loosen more fabric to hide his bulging erection.
"Why don't you let it out?" she said.
Jack stared open mouthed at his sister.
Todd caught Charlies' eye, and grinned.
Charlie glared at Traci and slowly began to loosen his belt.
Traci stared into Charlie's' passive face while his fingers worked. Then she heard the steady zzziiiiiiiiiiip sound again and Charlie was shucking his slacks down over his knees, where they formed a grey puddle around his ankles.
With a twist of his wrist and a breathy gasp Charlie's' stiff penis popped out through the opening in his boxer shorts.
