"God, they look like little colts," I thought, watching my sister and her friend out the window, practicing their old cheers from their high-school days. They hadn't dug out their old uniforms yet, but they were into it, shouting out cheers and thrusting their pom-poms into the air in unison. I laughed. They hadn't forgotten much in the year they'd been away at separate colleges.
Hadn't changed much, either, I noticed, except for the better. They both still sported long, straight hair, and both still kept theirs in ponytails most of the time. My sister Jeanette was always cute, as was Brianna, but the last year had added a couple of pounds to each one, in all the right places! Both were tall and kind of lanky, but hips and bosoms had definitely rounded out a bit, and it was not a bad thing. Jeanette, in her usual shorts and belly shirt, wouldn't have much trouble drawing a guy's eye, but today Brianna had my rapt attention.
She had on a pair of skin-tight tan slacks that looked to have been painted on, and the outline of her little bikini panties was clearly discernible through the thin fabric. They cupped her pubic mound lovingly, as though holding a prize. I was sure that they did! As she stood, legs spread wide, I could clearly make out the shape of her cleft treasure, the object of my desire through most of high school. When she raised her arms high, the white V-necked blouse she wore stretched tightly around the cups of her bra, and the cleavage they produced was exciting to behold.
Just back from a tour of duty in Iraq, I was hornier than I'd ever been! Two weeks of active reserve duty had given way to one hour a week of inactive, and I still hadn't found a job. When Jeanette told me Brianna was coming home on Spring Break, I had stopped hunting for one. For this week, at least!
As promised, Brianna had been over every day. She and Jeanette had become inseparable again, just like they were until a year ago. This summer, though, Brianna seemed to notice me more, and Jeanette told me she had asked about me several times.
"Honest, Brandon, she thinks you're hot!" she teased me one afternoon, after Brianna had left. The two of them had been laying out by our parents' pool, and I made it a point to take a swim that afternoon, knowing that my body had been toned and hardened during my tour of active duty. I had caught Brianna's appraising glance more than once that day.
Feeling lucky, I asked Jeanette if I should ask her out. "No, no," she insisted. "You know how shy she is! Besides, she's not about to let her parents know she has a boyfriend. They won't pay for her to live off-campus, now, for fear she'll sleep around."
"Well, dammit," I said. "How am I gonna let her know how I feel about her?"
My sister smiled wickedly. "She already does," she laughed. "I've been telling her how you've been spying on us through the windows. I tell you, she's hot for you, too, but you can help things along a little." She thought for a moment. "Why don't you leave the bathroom door open a little, after your shower?" she finally said. "Kinda…let her see the goods."
With that, she laughed loudly, and pranced off. I watched her butt wiggle down the hallway. "She and Brianna are built so much alike," I thought to myself. "I bet her little ass is every bit as nice as Jeanette's. Probably nicer!" With that thought in mind, I headed for the bathroom. Time for a little fantasy!
"Oh, god, Brandon," I imagined Brianna groaning, as I worked my long, stiff cock up and down along her slit. I saw her bent over the sink in my mind, and instead of one hand lubricated with hand cream, I was sliding my cock up and down through her fleshy pussy lips. They were wet with desire, her little body trembling under my touch.
"Get ready, honey," I whispered, and in the half-light provided by the obscure window in the shower, I watched my cock easing into her tiny hole. Her head snapped up suddenly as I stretched her cunt, and her ponytail swung to and fro as she whipped her head from side to side.
"Oh, GOD!" she moaned. "Brandon, it's so big!" She tried to pull away from me as I entered her, but the sinktop blocked her way, and I slowly impaled her on my thick member. My fist felt just like I imagined her tight little pussy would, and I began to stroke slowly, back and forth. I held my hand firmly against the edge of the countertop, using just enough pressure to simulate the feel of her, and soon I could feel myself grow.
"Oh! Brianna!" I breathed, suddenly urgent in my movements. I was standing on my tiptoes, leaning over her, stroking in and out rapidly now, intent on my own pleasure. I looked up and saw myself in the mirror, and imagined her turning to look up at me. My face was contorted with pleasure and lust, and it only excited me more. Oh, god…so close, now!
Suddenly, I felt as if my very being was rushing up and out of my nutsack, and spiraling out the end of my cock. I groaned as the first volley exited me, imagining that it was going deep inside her, and not shooting across the top of the sink to land on the chrome lever handle. The next spurt hit the backsplash, but the following one only made it to the drain.
Four more shots, and I was done. The last of my wasted seed dripped lazily down the front of the sink bowl, heading for the drain. There was a stringer of jism from my hand to the faucet, and the hand cream made a frothy mess at the front of my fist, but my heart was pounding with the satisfaction of my release. As my breathing slowed to near-normal, I heard my mother's car pull up in the driveway. Phew!
Later, my sister asked me if I 'minded' if Brianna came over, and they played music in her room. She winked at me, and said I might even want to get a shower! Mom was off to her Ladies' Auxiliary meeting, and Dad was already asleep in his recliner, his belly full of Mom's patented pot roast and potatoes. He would remain there until Mom woke him to go to bed.
I was half-hard already, just considering the possibility of 'letting' Brianna see my nude body. As soon as I heard her and Jeanette coming down the hall, I slipped the door partway open and got into the shower. I started humming noisily as I soaped myself. I knew they could hear me, and I hoped that Brianna's curiosity would get the better of her, especially with Jeanette's urging. I washed my lower body thoroughly, soaping my throbbing cock for a long time, all the while with an eye surreptitiously turned toward the doorway.
Sure enough, there were the silhouettes of two heads, ponytails and all! I couldn't see them clearly, due to the obscure glass of the shower door, but I knew they could see me, since I was almost up against the door. I stroked myself slowly, running my hand down the length of my cock and then back up. I even moaned once, and I thought I heard a giggle. I leaned back, giving them a good view of my rippled abdomen, and making my cock stand out even more as I fondled it. "If she doesn't get horny looking at this," I thought, "she's a lesbian!"
I knew I was well-hung; had heard it from both the guys in my gym class and the half-dozen girls I had been with. At 22, I was also pretty muscular, and sported no extra fat on my frame. Now I knew, from Jeanette, that Brianna found me attractive, and that fueled my ego.
I switched the water off suddenly, and I smiled as two heads quickly pulled back from the doorway. Opening the shower door, I stepped, dripping wet, from the shower and reached for a towel. God, Mom would have a cow if she saw me stepping onto her bath mat without drying off first! I wanted to give them one more good look, though, if I could.
I could almost feel them, just behind the door, which was now almost half-open. I rubbed myself briskly while turned away from the door, humming again so they would know I was facing the other way. It worked. When I suddenly spun around, both girls were staring around the door at my crotch! I feigned surprise.
"Hey, a little privacy, please?" I said loudly, and they took off at a run for Jeanette's room, giggling like elementary-school kids. As I shut the door, I had to smile. Brianna's eyes had been glued to my cock and balls, her mouth half-open. I could have her, I knew.
Jeanette snuck into my room later as I watched TV in just a pair of shorts.
"Brandon!" she whispered. "I've been talking to Brianna. She's shy, but I think I've got her ready for you. Get into bed, naked, and keep your light off." Then she was gone. I complied quickly, my cock hanging at better than half-rest, already eager to work it's way into Brianna's ripe little pussy. I arranged it down one side of my leg and lay on my back, my hands behind my head.
Not five minutes later, the door eased open. The hallway behind her was dark, but I could see the silhouette of Brianna's pony-tailed head look into the room, and then she slipped inside and shut the door.
"Honey," I whispered, using my voice as a beacon she could aim for in the darkness. I felt her crawl slowly up onto the foot of my bed. She stopped with her hands next to my knees, and I leaned up to put my own hands on her shoulders. They were bare, and I just knew the rest of her body was, too. I wanted to pull her up to me, and to kiss her, but I felt one of her hands reaching for the sheet that covered me, and I allowed her to pull it down.
I lay back on the bed again, fingers laced behind my head, and waited. Her hand began to trace a path up the inside of my leg, and I could feel my cock responding already. By the time she got halfway up my leg, she was touching the head with her tiny fingers. She began to explore it, first tentatively squeezing the end between her fingers, and finally wrapping her fist as far around it as she could.
"Ahhhhh, god, that feels so good," I breathed, and she began to stroke her hand up and down the length of my shaft. I'm sure she was measuring it, wondering if it would all fit inside her, and probably wondering if it would hurt. I was thinking, "Yeah, it might, but only for the first few seconds!"
She was stroking me more forcefully now, and I began to thrust my pelvis up and down as she did, enjoying the sensations that her tiny hand was producing. I was trying to watch her, but in the semi-darkness she was only a shadowy shape over me. It was enough. My heart rate was racing, and my cock was as stiff as an iron bar. "A little longer," I was thinking, "and you'll be wearing a nice pearl necklace, Brianna!"
Suddenly, her head dipped, and I felt her lips close around the head of my cock. She stopped stroking with her hand and just held me, as she teased the bulbous head with her tongue. It was almost too much. I grabbed the sides of her face with my hands and stopped her movements. Then, slowly, I pulled her face down, and let her take more of me in her mouth.
When I felt she was about to gag, I raised her head, slowly. Her lips cupped my shaft lovingly as she rode it up, and her tongue wiped the underside of my cock in waves. Again, and then again, I worked myself in and out of her mouth, until she took over the rhythm herself, and I laid back to relax and enjoy the sensations.
