It's hard growing up a boy being raised by a single mother. It's even harder when you add twin sisters two years older. Yes, I grew up in a household full of women.
Though some things were hard, my sisters and mother were pretty cool. And I attribute my later successes with women from my early experiences growing up around them. My sisters would give me plenty of advice about girls, what they like and dislike. All-in-all, we were a pretty happy family.
Right after I graduated high school my sisters came home from college, the same one that I would be attending that fall. Though they were twins (fraternal) they were very different. Jennifer was the elder by two minutes, and she was the free spirit. Tall and blonde, curvy in all the right ways, she was the perfect mix of wildness and responsibility. Though she dated a lot of guys and went to lots of parties, she always got good grades and did the extra curriculars and everything.
Jamie was the studious one. She always did the best of the three of us in school, had the same boyfriend from 10th grade on. Was in all the academic clubs and honor societies. Short and brunette she was no less beautiful than Jennifer, just in a different way. Jamie would later give birth to both Chris and Tiffany, who you will remember from my other stories.
When they returned home for the summer they were full of advice for me on my upcoming matriculation. They had scouted out dorms, fraternities, majors, everything.
Our mother was taking a well-deserved vacation with her new boyfriend. I filled the girls in on him since they had not met him. He was an okay guy, treated mom nice, and had made a lot of effort to get to know me. Jennifer and Jamie unpacked their stuff and we got down to planning our fun. We met out by the pool.
It was in swimwear that my sisters really shined, physically. Jennifer, as always, wore the skimpiest bikini she could find. That day it was red and shiny, showing off her tits and ass as intended. Jamie, being Jamie, wore a blue one-piece, which still looked great on her.
After splashing around in the pool and generally goofing off, we all lay down in the sun on lounge chairs. Jamie quickly fell asleep, leaving Jennifer and I to talk.
"So, little brother, you getting laid much?"
"Not as much as you, I'm sure."
"Well, you sure have gotten buffed. Baseball really agrees with you."
"Thanks, Jen."
"All the girls at college will be fighting over you. Get in the right fraternity and you'll get all the pussy you can handle."
"Fucked a few frat boys, have you?"
"You could say that."
"I can't get over how good you look."
"Thanks again."
Jennifer reached for the suntan oil and started rubbing it into my chest and stomach. The feel of her hands, slick with oil, felt great. As she leaned over I got a great look at her tits. My cock started to stir in my Speedos. This didn't go unnoticed by Jennifer.
"Is little brother getting turned on by his own sister?"
"Hey, I'm a guy and great tits are great tits, no matter who they're attached to."
Jennifer smiled. This made my cock go to full staff, threatening to burst out of my swimsuit. I had grown up fantasizing about her. I had jacked off hundreds of times thinking about my sexy older sisters.
Jennifer's hand slowly, teasingly made its way down toward my cock. Our eyes were locked as she started to rub it through the spandex.
"Little brother's got a big cock." As natural as could be, our mouths met and we kissed. Not like brother and sister but as lovers.
