I'm remembering.
My dark brown eyes are lightly closed. I'm standing in the shower with one leg up. My right foot is on top of the edge of the claw foot tub. Warm, almost hot, water is striking my neck and streaming down my back, cascading off my used to be firm butt and thighs and then swirling, the water disappears down the drain. My soapy right hand is slowly stroking my hard dick as I recall that week-end years ago when I had my first voyeur/exhibitionist experience.
I'm smiling. My prick is throbbing. I wondering, "do I have the nerve to do it again?"
"Aahh, yeah," I groan as I throw ropes of cum against the pale green ceramic wall tiles.
I can remember that week-end so very clearly. It was the first Thanksgiving my wife, Rhonda, and I spent at her parents' house. We had been married about two years. I arrived unhappy, horny and thoroughly frustrated. Six months before, my wife had gone on the pill after her previous method of birth control, the Sponge, had been pulled from the market. The birth control pills with all their hormones had her all screwed up. Worse of all; she had lost all interest in sex. I was lucky to get some once a month. That was not cutting it for this then 23 year old male.
If the pill had just been for contraception purposes, I could have convinced my wife to switch to condoms and spermicides. However, she was also having female problems and the pill was supposed to alleviate those issues as well.
Being the self-centered, unsympathetic pig that I was, I wasn't thinking a bit about her well being. I was contemplating divorce and wondering could I keep my Trans Am. I couldn't imagine a life devoid of regular doses of sex. Hey, what did you expect! I'm a guy.
I began contemplating something else when we arrived at her parents' house and I saw that her 18 year sister, Beth, had blossomed. She wasn't the same flat-chested, tomboy who had been the maid of honor at our wedding. She had tits; even bigger ones than her older sister.
Beth had blue eyes like her older sister. While Rhonda's eyes were dark and flinty, Beth's were like pools of cool water. Beth had hair as black as midnight which she wore straight; it hung down to the middle of her back in typically high school fashion. Rhonda's dark brown hair had a more sophisticated, career woman's styling. It was bobbed and permed. Beth had a teenager's lean body: a wasp waist and slim boyish hips. You know how some girls seem to have breasts too big for their frame? That described Beth perfectly. Her 34C boobs filled her slight frame completely. Rhonda had a more rounded, womanly figure, the classic hour glass shape, with fine B-cup tits and a bubble butt. Both of which I used to have access to on a regular basis.
My wife's parents lived in a two story colonial. They slept on the first floor. The rest of the bedrooms were upstairs. We were billeted upstairs in the guest bedroom which was next to Beth's. A common bathroom was down the hall.
We all had a pleasant Thanksgiving dinner that night. Rhonda went to bed early and alone complaining of a migraine headache. Beth and I played some cards while her parents watched TV. I enjoyed her company, her innocence. Beth didn't know how attractive she was probably because she had only recently blossomed. She was a pleasure to be around. She had an easy laugh. We continued our card games after her parents turned in.
Purely by accident, I swear, I dropped some cards to the floor. When Beth bent down to pick them up, her peasant blouse ballooned open revealing her "biggie" size tits. Don't you just love young girls who haven't internalized all the protective actions their mothers strive to teach them to prevent boys from having fun? Beth had absorbed her mother's instructions about always crossing her legs at the ankles or knees when sitting. But she obviously hadn't learned the "arm across the chest" maneuver to prevent boys from looking down your shirt whenever you lean over.
I marveled at her orbs, so full and white. They strained against her bra as gravity pulled them into the perfect globes that they were. You know, how sometimes you forget how long it has been since you last ate and you don't realize how hungry you are until you smell something wonderful like bacon frying or bread baking? That's the feeling that I got. Seeing her marvelous boobs reminded me of how long it had been since I had been allowed to enjoy my wife's flesh.
That's the exact moment it started. The seed of the idea was planted then. Since Rhonda wasn't satisfying me, I decided to seek some satisfaction from her beautiful little sister.
"Beth, you must have the boys eating out of your hands," I teased.
Softly, with eyes downcast, she responded as she sat up, "I have never been one of the popular girls. Maybe because I'm kinda of a late bloomer. Most of my experiences with boys have consisted of teasing and having my bra strap snapped."
Beth and I called it a night and headed to our respected rooms. I found Rhonda asleep in my room. Her headache medicine has that effect on her. Good, because I had all ready decided this night was not over.
"How long does it take a teenage girl to undress?" I wondered.
As I waited 5 minutes, I stripped to my boxers. Then I went out into the hall and brazenly opened Beth's door unannounced. She was in her bra and panties. She had on a utilitarian match set in basic white with just a little lacy. I found her sitting in front of a mirror brushing her hair. I acted like this incursion was perfectly normal and innocently asked,
"Where do you keep the extra towels?"
Blushing she said quietly, "In the linen closet beside the bathroom."
She turned her youthful body away from me. I walked further into her room. My underwear began to tent. I stood behind her and look at her in the mirror saying,
"I can wait to take my shower until after you brush your teeth."
She nodded slowly.
I leaned forward, grasped her shoulders and gently began to massage them. I took advantaged of my position to look down pass her freckled chest to her massive cleavage. Her virginal breasts were milky white cones, so new that they showed no signs of ever being exposed to the sun. I was turned on all the more thinking that I was the first man to ever see them.
The nipples of her big breasts were erect. I could see them pressing on the material of her bra. I casually slipped her bra straps off her silky shoulders. She gasped and set her brush down. She licked her lips apprehensively and looked up at me with a mixture of hope and fear. A little more of her boobs came into view. I took it in with hungry eyes.
"You're done with this for today aren't you?" I asked as I unhooked her bra. It sprang forward revealing her pink nipples. The smallish, quarter sized areoles were punctuated by hardened centers which stood out proudly and with more confidence than their owner possessed.
"Ah...ah, thanks," she said quietly as she caught the bra. Her deep mounds were still clearly visible. With a sense of modest, she covered her nips.
My throbbing penis extended to its full length and I brushed it menacingly against her back. She leaned away from me. The scent of her girlish floral perfume filled my nostrils.
I kissed the top of her head, said good night and went back to the guest room closing my door. My heart was pounding furiously. The rush I felt was tremendous! I had never been so forward before in my life.
A few minutes later, I heard Beth's door open as she went to the bathroom. Glancing at my unconscious wife, I was emboldened and decided to take this adventure further. I took my underwear off and stood naked by the door. I opened it and waited for Beth to exit the bathroom. She would have to pass me. As she walked to her room, I strode out naked and erect.
"Sweet dreams," I said to my teenage sister-in-law as I walked to the bathroom.
Her face turned bright red. She backed away into the wall. However, she couldn't take her eyes off my engorged penis. I felt sure this was a sight she hadn't seen before. Seeing her stare, I stopped to give her a good view and said,
"Don't worry we're all family now."
"Ah, Ah," she babbled as she clutched at her robe and scurried by me to her room.
I took my shower and masturbated to the memory of that look on her face. My orgasm was volcanic, knee buckling and the best sex I had had for months!
My game continued the next day. In the morning, I sat with my father-in-law as Rhonda and my mother-in-law made breakfast. I volunteered to go upstairs and tell Beth breakfast was almost ready. Hearing the showering running, I entered the bathroom. I got a translucent view of her naked form as she washed her hair through the hazy shower curtain.
I stepped forward and quietly pulled the curtain back a tad. Her long hair was piled on top her head. Her large breasts and taunt lower region seemed to glow a ghostly white as they sharply contrasted with the rest of her tanned athletic body. Her nipples were erect. Her breasts were jumping about like a burlesque dancer's as she stood with both arms in the air shampooing her hair. The water soaked pubic hair around her sex was stringy and straight. I could see her slit and her plump lips.
I closed the curtain and stepped back. She became aware of my presence and was truly unnerved when I said,
