It's too cold and rainy for the pool, but not for some hot fun with his 11-year-old sister and her friend
Over the next couple of days, it seemed as if I were masturbating non-stop, remembering what had happened when my 11-year-old sister Keera's friends came over to use our pool – Sammi dry-humped me until I came then put my cock in her mouth for a moment, I finger-fucked Zoe, and I fucked my sister – and fantasizing about what might happen the next time they came over.
But alas, though the April heat wave remained with us, we now had April Showers as well. Pretty heavy rain, in fact, that showed no sign of letting up.
I can't completely complain, though:
Our fun at the pool was Monday. Tuesday night, maybe about 1am, I was startled out of my sleep by an unusually fierce crack of thunder. A few minutes later, I heard my bedroom door open slightly. “Can I come in?”
“Sure,” I said, and Keera came into the room. She was wearing an oversized football jersey as a nightgown (she used to wear a white t-shirt, but Mom had told her to switch when her tits came in).
The lightning and thunder, she said a bit sheepishly. She used to come into my room during really bad storms, and I'd hold her for a while. Of course, she hadn't done that since she was 5 and I was 9 or 10, and a lot had changed since then.
She pulled the pulled the jersey over her head and, wearing only her panties, crawled under the covers with me and snuggled up. Oh yeah, I thought, watching her, a lot had changed.
She snuggled next to me. I was naked.
“This isn't really about the lightning and thunder, is it?” I asked her.
“I still want to be held,” she said. “Is that okay?”
“Of course it is,” I said, putting an arm around her.
“I wasn't sure. We never talked about what happened yesterday. I thought you might be upset, or mad at me, or feeling guilty.”
“No, of course not,” I told her. “If I regretted anything, would I have let you get into my bed naked?”
“I'm not really naked,” she said. Then I felt both of her hands go down to her sides. She wriggled about for a moment, then one of her hands came out from under the blanket, holding her panties. “Okay, now I'm naked.”
I ran my hands down her body: small, but already shaped like a woman. “This is so wrong,” I whispered.
She responded by leaning in and kissing my cheek, Then she kissed the side of my mouth, and I turned my head enough so that our lips were pressed against one another's. We kissed like lovers for the first time, and she tasted of toothpaste.
We pressed our bodies together tightly as our kissing became more desperate, and my hard cock was pressed against her hairless pussy. I could feel her wetness.
I rolled us over so I'd be on top of her. “Yes, please,” she groaned into my mouth.
“Are you sure?”
“I looked it up online. I'm still safe until tomorrow morning.”
Okay, I'd only meant was she sure she wanted her big brother to fuck her again. I hadn't even been thinking about whether I might be knocking her up.
My cock felt so good rubbing against her slippery pussy, I was actually surprised how much better it felt as I eased it into her. The other day by the pool would always be special, of course – it was her first time and mine, and her half-naked friends were watching us – but here, in my bed, all alone, felt a lot more intimate (not to mention comfortable). That first time, we were just fucking: this time we were making love.
I pushed my cock deep inside her hot, wet pussy, and held it there. Her eyes widened , she threw her head back, and she shoved her hand halfway into her mouth to keep from screaming out. I pulled her hand away and quickly replaced it with my mouth, pushing my tongue inside. This startled her, but she quickly got the idea and began thrusting her tongue against mine.
This is one thing I did have some experience with: my girlfriend Marianne loved to kiss; but our sex life never went beyond her letting me touch her breasts over her shirt. Thinking about that, I reached down with my right hand and cupped Keera's left breast, passing my thumb over her hard, perky nipple.
Marianne's breasts were probably bigger than Keera's, but I was sure they didn't feel as soft and firm.
I was still struck by the wonder of it all: I had my hard cock deep inside my little sister.
I wanted to last a long time in her, both for myself and and for Keera – but I was too horny, and 16, and within a few minutes I was filling her little-girl pussy with my cum.
I held her naked body against mine for a while after we finished lightly kissing the side of her face. We both wished she could stay with me longer – but while our parents were usually very deep sleepers, there was always a chance the storm would wake one of them them, or maybe one of them would get up to go to the bathroom (we had only one bathroom, which everybody shared), and they'd decide to look in on Keera or me...
So finally, reluctantly, Keera pulled her jersey back on and returned to her bedroom.
(in the morning I noticed she'd left her panties in my bed; thank God I noticed before somebody else did. I bundled it up with my own dirty clothing and tossed the lot of it into the hamper in the bathroom)
And that was it: school started up again in a couple of days, and we both need to get to sleep kind of early if we're going to function in the morning. Besides, Keera's “safe days” were over, and during the week I couldn't borrow one of my parents' cars to drive into town to buy condoms.
So fast-forward the the following Saturday night:
I had a date with Marianne. Probably because I was a little experienced now, I was a bit more aggressive: when we were done bowling, and we were in my car at the far end of the parking lot, and we were kissing, and she moved her body a few inches away from mine to indicate it was okay for me to put my hand between us and touch her breast, I instead started to unbutton her blouse.
She didn't say or do anything to stop me. Damn, why hadn't I tried this weeks ago?
“It's a good thing I wore a bra today,” she said nervously – her way of telling me, I suppose, that I couldn't remove or put my hand under her bra.
It was still a big step: the bra was pretty thin. There wasn't enough light to see it clearly, or to give me any idea how sheer it was, but I could feel her breasts very well through them.
She seemed to be enjoying what I was doing almost as much as I was.
“Maybe next time you'll forget to wear one,” I said softly.
“Naughty boy,” she said; which I realized wasn't a “no.”
It was great; but while I wished she'd reciprocate by slipping her hand into my pants, I knew that wasn't going to happen. And I went home from the date with one of the most painful boners of my life.
Maybe being more sexually aggressive isn't such a great idea if you're not going to be able to finish what you start.
All I wanted to do was take a quick shower to get the bowling alley's cigarette smoke smell off my body, then go to my room strip naked, and jerk off to my heart's content. When I got into the house, though, the first thing I noticed was three sexy 11-year-olds, all dressed in oversized jerseys for the night, sitting on the couch watching a movie.
Oh, that's right, Keera's slumber party tonight.
“Hey, girls,” I said, walking past them.
“Hey, Bobby,” Zoe said. “Did you miss us?” And before I could answer, she whispered something to the two other girls, they all giggled, then they all stood up and quickly pulled up their jerseys, exposing their breasts to me.
“I missed all of those, anyway,” I said with a smile. But looking at their beautiful little breasts, since throwing all three of them down on the couch and fucking them was not an option, was really the last thing I needed right now: my cock was harder than ever.
I went upstairs, headed straight for the bathroom, and stripped naked. Normally I'd have gone to my room first, gotten undressed, and changed into my robe – but this was faster. I'd just wrap a large towel around me to go to my room after the shower; what was I worried about, one of the girls would come upstairs and see me wearing only a towel?
I started up the shower and stepped under the spray. The water spray was actually uncomfortable against my erection, and I decided I'd have to jerk off right in the shower. Then the shower curtain flapped out and then in again, as if somebody had quickly opened and closed the bathroom door.
I pulled the curtain to the side to look out, and Sammi was standing there, her jersey already on the floor, pulling her panties down over her thighs. “What are you doing?”
“Joining you,” she said. “Duh.”
I was too surprised to respond, so I stepped back and let her come into the shower with me.
She stood under the spray for a moment, and her hair, no longer in a pony-tail, came down over her shoulders. Her budding breasts were as enticing as ever. She was thin, but still had a little baby-fat in her tummy. Her pussy was still completely hairless. “Hey,” she said, “it's not as if you've never seen me naked before.”
“For about a second.”
“And what did I tell you during that second?” she asked; and then without waiting for my response, she kneeled down and brought the tip of my hard cock to her lips. “Has anybody done this to you before?”
“No,” I admitted.
“Cool,” she said, and took the head of my cock into her mouth. She licked first the head of my cock and then the shaft as she took it deep into her mouth.
It felt so good, my knees were starting to buckle. Sammi might look younger than her friends, because she still had a little-girl figure mostly, but I had a feeling she was the most experienced of the three: she'd certainly had a cock in her mouth before.
I knew I wasn't going to last very long, after the make-out session with Marianne and then seeing the three girls topless – but then Sammi reached up and lightly squeezed my balls, and before I could squeak out “Sammi, I'm about to --”, I began cumming in her mouth, and down her throat. She pulled away and started to cough, and it occurred to me I'd have a lot of tough explaining to do if she choked to death and I had a dead, naked 11-year-old in my bathtub.
When she stopped coughing, I helped her to her feet and watched as the shower spray washed the cum from her chest. “That was a lot more than I'm used to,” she said sheepishly (also confirming my suspicion that she'd done this before).
“Is that a good thing?” I asked.
I wondered whether she was still a virgin. And I wondered whether, if she still were, I would be the one to change that.
I soaped up my hands, and rubbed the soap into her hard little nipples. She smiled, and sighed softly. Then I began working my way down her body. The soap was long gone from my hands by now, but neither of us minded. We both knew I eventually going to slip a finger or two into her pussy. I was already thinking ahead to maybe replacing those fingers with my tongue.
I'd just reached the top of her hairless mound, when there was a knock on the bathroom door. To say we almost jumped straight out of the tub wouldn't be much of an exaggeration.
“Bobby? Are you still in the shower?” It was my father.
“Uh... yeah,” I shouted over the spray.
“Please finish up. I need to use the bathroom.”
“Sure thing, okay,” I said, but what I was thinking was shit! I could see the shadow of my father's feet under the door, so obviously he was going to stand there until I came out.
And I had no place to hide a naked 11-year-old girl.
My life was over. It was as simple as that: my life was over.