They say a man will always love the first woman he has sex with. This is true in my case. Not simply because she was my first, but because she happened to be older sister.
It was the summer 1978. I had just turned 18 and my sister Lori was 21. We lived with our parents in a modest house along the New Jersey shore. One thing about living by the beach is that most people pretty much live in their swimsuits all summer. My sister and I were no exception. We would wake up long after our parents had gone to work, put on our swimsuits, grab something to eat and head to the beach. We would eventually make it home for dinner with our parents, shower, change into our shorts and t-shirts, and hang out with our friends on the boardwalk or wherever our wanderings led us that night.
This summer was different. Something about Lori was different. She was always a pretty girl. But somehow in college she became to the sexiest girl I had ever seen. Her long, curly, black hair, blue eyes and tanned, tight body drew many looks as she spent her summer days in a variety of bikinis which, I am convinced, combined could have hardly covered a baseball. No doubt about it - my sis was hot. And I spent many a moment masturbating as visions of this bikini clad goddess danced in my mind.
My favorite time to jerk off was in the morning, when I was at my horniest. Oh, the things I envisioned Lori and I doing! If imaginations counted, she and I had an amazing sex life! But they don't. My cock was nonetheless grateful for the relief these sessions brought with my hand and my trusty bottle of baby oil.
One such morning I was happily stroking away when I heard my bedroom door open. Standing there was my sister. I panicked and pulled the sheets over me as quickly as I could, although it did little to hide my oily hard on. "Ever hear of knocking?" I screamed, my face burning red in embarrassment.
"I'm sorry Dougie - I was looking for something. I thought you were still sleeping and didn't want to wake you up." She was genuinely sorry but she couldn't help but glance at my sheet-covered boner and giggle.
I was angry and ashamed. "Will you please go away and leave me alone!" My face was still blushing hot. Lori looked and instead of leaving, started walking towards me. It was then that I noticed she was sill wearing her bed clothes - a pair of bikini panties and a t-shirt. Her perfect tits bounced lightly as she came closer to me and sat next to me on the bed. She looked over at the baby oil on my night table picked it up, looking back at me.
"Does this make it feel good?" she asked, smiling slightly.
"Get the fuck out and leave me alone!"
She laughed. "What do you tell Mom you need baby oil for anyway?" she asked with a wicked grin on her face.
I had no response at first. "You're not going to tell her, are you?"
"Should I?" Lori smiled mischievously.
