After school that day, when Sam came back into my car, I must admit – I was a little nervous.
"Hi" I said hollowly. "How was your day?"
"Not bad. Mr. Helitzne (Her government teacher) gave the most boring lecture today. Ugh. And then you know what Tommy said to me today? I was..." Once I figured there wasn't going to be much regarding me, I stopped listening. I can tell you that Mr. Helitzne gives a boring lecture every day, and Tommy has never said anything nice to Sam. I give up. I sat staring into her eyes for a few moments, nodding in agreement, and then started the car.
...and then the most exciting thing of all! Guess what!?" Thank God for selective hearing.
"Hm?" I mumbled from behind the steering wheel, more as instinct, rather than care.
"Since Mom and Dad don't get back until Sunday night, I'm inviting some of my friends over for a slumber party! Won't that be fun?" Her voice got continuously higher with the excitement; however, it took me a few moments before I could share in that excitement. At first, all I could see was six or seven of her girlfriends running around the house, trashing the place screaming and giggling about boys. Then I realized. There would be six or seven, energetic, sexually active of my hot sister's girlfriends, running around giggling about boys, like me!
"Awesome! Don't you just love it when Mom and Dad are out?"
"Fuck yea! You have no idea." We were pulling into the driveway by now, and I stopped the car. "How much homework did Ms. Grommik give you today? Oh wait. I bet you just fucked her again!" Sam had this strange idea that I fucked Ms. Grommik in class every day. Now, it wasn't a bad fantasy, and I've certainly beaten one off or two to the images of her beautiful 25 year old body bouncing up and down on my cock. He soft voice whimpering with every penetration, and then the sudden, and intense climax as she jumps down on my dick, leans over, and gives me the most intense kiss ever. And then my cum leaking into her soft, warm and wet hole as she lay on top of me in her classroom. But, as great as a fantasy as that is, I doubt I'd ever have the chance.
"Why do you always think that I'm having sex with Ms. Grommik? That's disgusting!" I said, evading any chance she'd know about my fantasy.
"I've heard you yelling her name as you beat off in your room." She said frankly, turning her head towards mine.
I got out of the car and grabbed my bag. "You've heard that!?" By now, I was bright red.
"
Heard
it? God. It turned me on so much I drilled a small hole in the wall to
watch
it!" Her smile was devious now.
"How long have you been spying on me?"
"A long time, brother. I've watched you beat off to those poorly hidden porn magazines under your bed, to internet porn, to your Ms. Grommik fantasies, as well as fantasies about Stacy (Sam's best friend), some girl named Julian (A girl I once made out with in a janitor's closet at school, before almost getting caught. Perhaps the closest I had come to having sex, before this morning.), I've seen it all, Derrek. You're what got me so into porn!"
"You watch porn?" I guess I never figured women watch porn. I unlatched the front door's lock.
"Hell yes! I love watching men shove their cocks into women! Ahh. In. Out. In. Out." We walked into the kitchen, putting our bags down. "And then when they cum inside her – Oh that gets me. I love masturbating to you, though." She turned around, and began to walk upstairs, but not without giving me a wink first.
"What do you mean?" I snapped quickly, but she rounded the top of the stairs and headed to her room. I ran up following her. By the time I caught up, she was already on her computer loading a video. I stood at her doorway, silent. I wanted to see what it was. Suddenly the video finished loading and an image of me in the shower appeared on her screen. I nearly gasped audibly at the fact my sister watches me shower. And more so at the fact she had gone through the trouble of setting up a camera! Hole in my wall, my ass! I stood there silently as she slipped her hand into her skirt top with a small giggle as she found her pussy lips. In the video, I reached down and applied a load of shampoo to my cock and began to pump my hips forward and backward as if having sex. She lifted her legs onto the desk and started moving her arm faster. With each thrust forward came a small moan or whimper as her soft pussy was penetrated by her fingers. As my member was wrapped in soap and my hips thrust forward faster, faster,
faster
, my moans got louder, louder,
louder
. I had never realized I moaned when I masturbated like that. "Had Mom and Dad heard? Do they know?" I wondered. Suddenly, Sam broke out yelling, "Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Oooh!" Her voice wavering with every thrust, both on the screen, and from her hand. Our orgasms were as synchronized as our thrusts and she squirted a load onto the keyboard of her computer. I left her doorway and went back downstairs to avoid being caught. To be honest, I don't know why I was so worried about it. We had fucked, I suppose. I was hungry, and with the number of orgasms she experienced, I was sure she was too so I ordered a pizza for delivery. Sam stayed upstairs until shortly before the pizza came. When she arrived in the Kitchen she was in a pair of boyshorts, and a lace bra that was practically see through. The shorts were so tight, her camel toe was the only thing any guy could look at on her.
"Hey brother. Why aren't you ready for the festivities tonight?" She asked. Her blonde pigtails bounced to the side as she cocked her head.
"Didn't know it was such a fancy affair! I'll go up and get ready, pizza is on its way." I noticed her nipples were hard.
"You ordered enough for us right?"
"Yea, I didn't know how many, so I got enough for seven hungry wolves. Should that do?" I joked and ran upstairs. I changed into some grey sweats and a tight tee-shirt, fixed my hair up a little, and jogged back down to my cum-craving sister.
"This better?" I asked as I entered the Kitchen.
"Much. Oh how I love those abs. You promise me to never stop working out." She said with a glare. Her eyes began to light up with fire, but my cock started to say "Oh God. How many times can you go in one day, girl?" The doorbell rang and broke our thoughts. I swung the door open to the shining face of a pizza woman. A very beautiful pizza woman who rose my cock, and had a revealing shirt on.
"Hi, four large Pepperonis?" Her voice, however, was much less appealing.
"Yea." I said, a little aghast at the contrast.
"$25 even, hun." Hun? Really, she was maybe 25. Who says "Hun" these days? I handed her the change and took the pizzas.
