"April's Fools!" my sister, Lorraine, shouted, and she laughed as she yanked on my swimming trunks and pulled them down to my ankles.
The people at the pool party looked in my direction to see what my twenty-one-year-old sister was up to and everyone saw my penis and laughed.
"It's so little!" Yvonne shrieked as she pointed at my shrunken penis.
I blushed profusely. Water dripped down my body and my face turned a dark shade of red as I and two dozen people stared at my scrunched-up ball sack and thin, two-inch-long dick. Needless to say, I was mortified and stood there in shock giving everyone time to point, laugh, and get a good look.
When I could speak, I mumbled, "The water is really cold."
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My name is Marcus and I'm eighteen and the above was a description of the worst, most embarrassing day of my life. Little did I know that it would turn out to be the best day of my life. Funny, how when you think all is lost, your fortune can change.
While I have your attention, let me give you a few details. I'm a normal teenage boy, finishing my senior year of high school. I live in a quiet neighborhood in a small town in Alabama with my parents and an older sister who attends a local college and is the bane of my existence.
My sister's given name is Lorraine. She's named after my mother's deceased grandmother. My sister hates the name and goes by Lori. I call her Loki because, like the Norse god, she's devious, mischievous, clever, cruel, and always, looking out for herself. She will take advantage of anyone to make herself look good, and if she wants something, she will do anything including stabbing her best friend in the back to get it.
I don't understand why she is the way she is or why she's so competitive with me, a boy three years her junior, but she is. Of course, my parents are oblivious to this. When I was little, they didn't see her tripping or punching me. They thought I was a clumsy crybaby.
As we got older, her attacks changed from physical to mental. She'd embarrass and tease me and do things that would put her in a good light. In my parent's eyes, she is the golden child who can do no wrong and I'm the clumsy, complaining, jealous sibling.
The day my sister pulled my bathing suit down was a Saturday and it was April 1st. The television weatherman had predicted it to be a nice, sunny, seventy-degree day. I was uneasy because my sister is a notorious prankster. April Fool's Day is her favorite day of the year, and I was her favorite victim. I had checked my room thoroughly before going to bed and I made sure to lock the door. I took the added precaution of sliding the dresser over to block the door to prevent her from entering my room while I was asleep.
When I was ten years old, she put corn flakes in my bed. The next year, she put a fake dead bird hanging on a string in my closet that scared the bejesus out of me when I opened the door. Another year, I found a live, pet-store mouse in my underwear drawer. Last year, she'd placed pie tins filled with whipped cream on the floor by my bed which I stepped on when I got up.
I was on guard and exited my bed cautiously and managed to use the bathroom and get dressed without any incidents.
I went to the kitchen to have breakfast and continued to be vigilant. I was startled and jumped when my sister breezed in and said, "Good morning." She fixed herself a cup of coffee. I eyed her warily. She was wearing a coral-colored cotton tank top and shorts sleeping set. The cotton shorts had gathered in her butt crack and her braless breasts bounced as she moved. Hard nipples dented the soft material.
She smiled, joined me at the table, looked me in the eye, and said, "I'm having a pool party this afternoon."
"Loki, you can't. Mom and Dad are out of town and they explicitly forbade any parties."
She shook her head in a disappointing manner, smirked, and said, "They will never know. It'll only be twenty or so people. You're invited."
I'd opened my mouth to repeat our parent's prohibition, but her last words caught me off guard. "You never let me hang out with you or your friends."
"Now that you're eighteen, you can join us. Yvonne's coming. Wouldn't you like to see her in a bikini?" As she said that, she cupped her breasts and pushed them up and together. The move caused her to have eye-popping cleavage and for her breasts to burst out of her top which is how her big-breasted friend looked every day in whatever top she wore.
"Really?" I asked. "This isn't some April Fool's Day prank, is it."
She released her boobs, and said, "No. April Fools' Day pranks are for kids." She sipped her coffee, stood, and said, "I want to have a party in direct defiance of the parental units and to buy your silence I am willing to allow you to attend. Do we have a deal?"
I looked into her eyes trying to determine if I could trust her. My line of vision drifted down to her chest. I saw her erect nipples and the soft sloop of her breasts pushing on the top. I thought about her red-headed friend, Yvonne, and the chance of seeing her big tits in a revealing bikini top and said, "Yes."
"Good. Can you clean the pool chairs and get the leaves out of the pool? I'm heading out to buy snacks and beer. Our revelers will start arriving around two o'clock."
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I changed into my swimming trunks and cleaned the pool and chairs.
I saw my sister's car pull into our driveway, Lori got out, and yelled, "Can you give me a hand with the beer?"
"Sure." I met her at the car. There was a half keg of beer in the trunk and many bags on ice.
"How'd you get that into the trunk?" I asked. "It must weigh seventy to eighty pounds." My sister is fit and trim, but she is 5' 5" tall and only weighed around a hundred and twenty-five pounds. Deadlifting heavy objects isn't one of her talents.
She shook her braless breasts, giggled, and said, "I used these." I watched her boobs bounce and jiggle under her camisole top. Her dark, hard nipples were visible through the white material.
"You're shameless."
"Just using what the good Lord gave me," she said and chuckled. She grabbed, squeezed my right bicep, and said, "Football and weightlifting have given you big muscles. You can handle the keg and ice, can't you?"
I grabbed the keg, lifted it out of the trunk, and asked, "Should I put it by the pool?"
"Yes. I'll get the tub."
I carried the items to the pool. My sister brought a large plastic tub which we filled with ice. She proved adept at tapping the keg and filled two cups.
"Cheers," Lori said.
"Cheers, sister."
We drank. She burped loudly and said, "That's good beer."
"Loki, mother would be so proud of your refined behavior," I said and smiled.
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People started arriving after two o'clock. By three p.m. the party was in full swing. Music blared, people talked, laughed, and danced as the beer flowed freely. Most of the people were her college friends who I didn't know.
"Hello, Gumdrop. Hey, Big P! Hi, Kyle!" Lori shouted as two young women and a strapping young man walked toward the pool. I knew them because they had attended high school with my sister, not that we ever had a conversation.
Gwen, Penelope, and Kyle smiled uneasily as they approached the pool. Lori greeted them with a hug, kissed the females on the cheek, and kissed the good-looking young man on the mouth. She lingered, smooching him longer than was appropriate. The guy blushed, his girlfriend fumed, and Lori laughed, seeing their reactions.
"Kyle," Lori said. "You're looking good. So big and strong." She hugged him tightly and pressed her breasts against his chest.
"That's enough," Penelope said. "He's my boyfriend."
"For now," Lori said as she gave her friend a hard look. Her face softened, she chuckled, and said, "I'm kidding."
Yvonne was one of the last people to arrive. She had on a green bikini with a sculpted top. The underwire in the bra had its work cut out supporting her large breasts. Covering her bum, was a high-waisted, full brief.
I ogled her from afar, mesmerized by her beauty and womanly attributes. As I enjoyed my view of the hot redhead's hot body, a physical reaction occurred. I felt my penis stirring and getting hard.
To avoid the public embarrassment of others discovering that I had a hard-on, I jumped into the pool. "Fuck!" I shouted in my brain. The cold water was a shock to my system, and I instantly lost my erection. I gasped loudly as I sucked in the air when my head got above water. I climbed out of the pool. My body was covered with goosebumps, and I was shivering.
I grabbed a towel. While I was focused on drying off, my sister snuck up behind me and yelled, "April Fools'". She pulled down my swimming trunks and exposed my shrunken penis to everyone. I was so embarrassed that I thought I would die. My sister had a different take. She thought what she'd done was hilarious.
I blushed, pulled up my bathing suit, and headed toward the house. Gwen called out, "Marcus! Wait."
I turned and saw Gwen, Penelope, and Kyle headed my way. I waited on the grass halfway between the house and the pool. When they were close, I said, "What do you want? A second look?" I was embarrassed and angry.
"No," Penelope said. "You didn't deserve that."
"Your sister is a terrible person," Gwen said. "She shouldn't have done that to you. Do you want to get even?"
I looked at them and said, "Do you expect me to trust you? You've been her friend for years."
"We were classmates," Penelope said. "We weren't friends."
Gwen said, "We've been in your position. She has teased and abused us too. She has made out with my dates, and she stole one of my boyfriends only to toss him aside two weeks later."
I gave them a questioning look and said sarcastically, "Right. If she's treated you badly, why are you here today?"
"It's a small town, " Penelope said, "there aren't a lot of options. I'm sure you've noticed that your sister is gorgeous. All the boys like her and when she attends or throws a party, all the boys attend."
"She takes her pick, " Gwen said, " and the rest of us make do with the leftovers."
"I get it that you are skeptical about us," Penelope said. "Take us to your room and we'll prove that you can trust us."
I went into the house and to my bedroom. They followed. Gwen closed the door and said, "Your sister is a two-faced bitch who enjoys humiliating people and lording over them. You saw how she kissed and rubbed up against Kyle right in front of Penelope. That's completely inappropriate. He's Penelope's boyfriend."
"Lori embarrassed Kyle," Penelope said, "and she dissed me by her actions. Just as she disrespected Gwen and me with her greeting. She didn't call me 'Big P' because I'm a fan of "The Sopranos' or because I'm tall." She pushed her bikini bottom down and showed me pale flesh that should have been covered with pubic hair.
"Babe, don't," Kyle said.
