I had missed my sister's 18th birthday party, but I made it home for her high school graduation. Along with that was a long summer break until it was time to go back to college. And go back to training.
I was on the college swim team. It was a small college, and I wasn't a star. I had dreams of at least becoming one of the best on the team before I graduated, but I was pretty sure even that would never happen. But I really liked it, so no problem. I enjoyed it. And while I was home I wasn't training, but I ate well and swam every day, even if it was just to stretch out some.
I always swam naked in my family's pool. I just loved the freedom, I guess. My parents both went to work and until graduation my sister went to school. Now she slept in at least half the morning. The pool had a solid fence around it and no close neighbors, so I wasn't worried about anyone seeing me. When I swam on weekends I wore my suit, though it was so small and tight it wasn't that much better than being naked!
So one morning I was out doing my laps and enjoying myself when I saw my sister, Ashley, standing by the side of the pool. She was wearing her skimpy little bikini. I was completely surprised. I stopped swimming and looked at her, covering my privates with a hand.
"Ash, what... what the hell are you doing here? "I asked, then added, "I'm naked!"
"I know," she answered, not shocked at all. "Come on out."
I, however, was shocked. "I said I am naked here. I can't get out."
"I know you're naked," she answered. "Come on out. Let me see."
Now I was totally shocked. There had never been anything sexual between us. Not any more than any other two teenagers. What was going on?
So I asked, "What is going on? I can't get out with you there."
Ashley reached around behind her and unfastened her top, letting it slide to the ground. She stood there with no other movement, topless, just staring at me.
"What the fuck?" I said.
She kept looking, and calmly began to slide the sides of her suit bottom lower.
"Ash, stop, what the fuck are you doing?"
She kept pulling them down, slowly, inch by inch, and said, "If I'm naked too maybe you'll feel better about coming out."
I didn't have any idea what she was doing. And no idea what I should do. My sister was stripping in front of me, and I couldn't stop her. At least not if I stayed in the pool. Yes, that's it, maybe I should get out and make her stop. I headed for the side of the pool and jumped out. As I stood up I looked at her, standing there with her suit bottoms around her ankles, totally naked.
"Ashley, are you nuts?" I asked.
"There," she said, "it wasn't hard to get out of the pool, was it?"
"Ash, stop it. What the fuck are you up to?"
"I just wanted you to get out," she said calmly with a sly smile on her face, "so I could see your dick."
"What?" I was still confused, upset, maybe even angry. "Will you quit fucking around and get dressed?"
Ashley lifted her foot, pointed it straight down, sexily, and stepped out from the cloth and towards me. The same with the other foot, and within a very few steps she stood closely in front of me.
She said, "I mean, I have seen it before, but not a nice, long, up close look like this."
I began wondering when she had seen it, but then realized it didn't really matter at this point. Plus she reached out and touched my dick.
It was such a shock. My eyes bugged out, I am sure. I tried to speak but nothing happened. I stumbled backwards one small step but she came with me. Her hand just sort rested on the shaft. I was quiet long enough that she placed a thumb on my cock head and rubbed.
"Okay?" She asked.
"No!" I said, authoritatively.
But I didn't move. At all. So she kept rubbing, and I realized that I was not going to stop her. Not yet. But I wouldn't let her go any further!
"Ashley, you can't," I was finally able to say.
She ignored me. "I've always wanted to see one. You know, in real life," referring I assumed to pictures and the internet.
My mind still reeled. "You're a virgin?" Though I knew she wasn't.
"No, silly. I've fucked three guys if you really want to know."
I didn't want her credentials, but said, "What about their cocks?"
She was pulling on it now, stroking it with her whole hand. And I guess I never even thought of stopping her at this point. I was waiting for her answer. Yeah, right - I was enjoying her soft touch.
"All three of those guys fucked me as soon as they got their hands in my pants. Before I was ready. I barely got a glimpse of any of them, at least when they were hard. And not much better after."
I was thinking a little bit now, and got concerned. "Did you want ... did they... rape you? Any of them?"
"Oh, hell no," she said, gripping my cock tighter. "I wanted it. I just wish we could have, you know, played around first. But they just wanted to cum. The hell with me! That's why they didn't get another chance. But how do I find a guy that will think about me?"
Was that rhetorical or did she really want me to answer? Actually I didn't even think of that at the time. I wasn't about to try to give her advice. Not at the moment. Her hand got even tighter.
She asked, "Can I ask you a question?"
"Uh, sure," I responded, not sure of anything.
"You're circumcised, right?
This one I could answer. "Yes."
"Is this ridge skin from when it happened?"
"Yes," I said. Okay, my mind wasn't total mush.