MY SISTER & THE EXCHANGE STUDENT PART 1 THE RIDE
The names have been changed to protect the “not so innocent”.
At the age of fourteen, I (Jake) was just coming into my own (My own hand that is). I was good looking I guess. A swimmer, I was long and muscular, and had that blond/straw hair that comes from spending endless hours in the pool. Having received height from my mother, and broad shoulders from my father, at 6’1” 185pounds, and 3.5%body fat, I was larger than most fully grown men but my experience was limited. I had messed around some, but I’d never seen a girl naked, or done much more than get all worked up, only to have to finish myself off later.
My sister Rachel (16 at the time) was very different. She seemed to have gotten my father’s height, and my mother’s build. At 5’2”, she barely came up to my shoulder. She was muscular, but petite (she couldn’t have weighed more than 85-90 pounds)and tan, albeit a fake tan, large green eyes that I always thought made her look elfish, and dirty blond hair about shoulder length although she always had it in a ponytail in one of those scrunchies so I’m mostly guessing on the length.
Although we were two years apart, our birthdays fell in a way that made me one of the youngest in my class, and Rachel one of the oldest in her class. This meant we were only one grade apart in school.
My parents had signed up to host an exchange student, and since they pair up exchange students with families that have children of the same age and sex, I was hoping for a guy I could get along with. I guess I hadn’t considered how much better it could be until we got the info packet from the exchange people. It included, among other things, a picture, and a short bio. It was a girl, and oh my god, she was crazy hot. She (Lidia) was from Italy; 5’9”, black long hair, and crystal blue eyes that made me need to sit down. It also contained an e-mail address, which my sister took to get acquainted with the girl that would be her room-mate for the year.
Our house was located in the suburban sprawl of Atlanta GA. A two story house, Rach and my bedrooms, and a bathroom made up the second floor; giving us privacy. Our parent’s bedroom, an office for our father, living room, and kitchen were on the first floor, and a large family room was in the basement. The front door to our house entered the living room. The back door, in the kitchen, opened onto a patio, and led to the garage in the back yard.
After a few days of finding myself creating fantasy scenarios in my head of ways I could take advantage of the opportunities of having this stunning girl living in my house, I came up with my master plan. We had 3 computers in our house; One in the family room for my parents to use, and a laptop in both my sister’s and my room. With that in mind I snuck in to my sister’s room and loaded a remote accessing program onto her computer, I loaded one on the family computer too. This let me control the other computers in the house from my computer. It worked perfectly. Assuming the computers were on, I could use the other computers just like I was sitting in front of them. I tested the web-cam on Rachel’s computer and vwala, my sister’s bedroom on my computer screen. I went back into her room to see if her computer would show what I was doing. All that gave me away was a tiny icon next to the clock, and a LED light next to the cam along the top edge of the monitor. I took a key and busted the light, praying that Rach would think it had broken in her backpack, turned her computer back off, and went back to my room to begin the 14 day long wait for Lidia to arrive.
After a week of heavy masturbation thinking of Lidia, I began to get worried. Would my plan work? What if Rach left her computer off? What if she turned it away from the good views? What if she noticed the little icon, or the broken LED light, and uncovered my devious plan? ALL THIS ANTICIPATION COULD BE FOR NOTHING!!! It would be like waking up Christmas day, only to realize I’m Jewish. I needed a real test. I decided to try it out and see what I could see.
The next morning while Rach was in the shower, I turned on my remote program and took control of her computer. My worst fears were realized. Her laptop was closed, the screen mostly black, although I could make out a small glow at the top of the screen where light was leaking in from the edge. I was about to chalk it up as a failure to launch when I heard Rach’s door close through the webcam. I hadn’t even thought of sound, so that was a plus, but it hardly made up for being blind. I listened for a minute, and heard her hair drier turn on. It was loud. I quickly turned off my speakers and put on my headset so as not to give away my little spy. Just as I put on my headset the screen came to life. There was my sister, very close. I could see the top of the towel she had wrapped around herself, her shoulders, and neck, and her jaw and lips for brief seconds. She was standing up and moving around a bit, drying her hair I guessed.
I hadn’t ever thought of my sister as a girl before, but weather because I couldn’t see her face so I could forget she was my sis, or because of the voyeur in me, I was instantly hard the way only a 14 year old guy can be. I watched her tan shoulders and graceful neck mesmerized. Several minutes passed, or maybe several seconds, or possibly a month, then the hair dryer turned off and she walked straight away from the computer. The towel she wore wrapped around her was short, just long enough to hide her butt, but short enough to show every inch of her lean, muscular, tan legs. She bounced a little as she walked which just teased me as I watched the towel rise almost high enough to see her ass. I realized she was walking to her closet and knew what I was about to see. The towel dropped. There she was, hair already in a ponytail, tan all the way from the back of her neck, down to…holy shit her ass was perfect (for me anyway); tan, and well defined, with little dimples on the sides where her muscles flexed every time she bounced lightly on the balls of her feet…cute little tan feet. I saw she had ear buds in and realized she was listening to music (which explained the bouncing). She was taking down some clothes to wear.
She turned clothes in hand, and I saw my first real live boobs. They were amazing to me. Round, and perky, they stood proud with no crease underneath, and little dark pink nipples the size of an eraser. Her stomach was flat with a trace of muscle definition, and a tiny bellybutton. And there is my first pussy. Tan of course, with a small triangle of light blond hair. It was much lighter than her ponytail, so I guess she bleached it, but I had no way of knowing if that was normal or not, and I didn’t care. It was perfect.
Now I talk about this as if it lasted forever, it seemed way to short a time for me. I hadn’t even gotten to get my dick out of my boxers before she walked out of the cam’s view. It must have been only a few minutes before she came back into view, fully dressed. I cursed the shortness of it all, turned off my computer, and went to pull on some jeans, tucked my dick into the waistband (a trick I had come up with to hide my anytime hard dick). Something was wrong though, usually this worked fine but either these jeans were low or my dick was bigger than it had ever been, because when I tried to do up my jeans, the entire head was free and clear. Even though it was Saturday, I had swim practice in 25 minutes, so I didn’t have time to pound one out. I had to just put on a long baggy shirt, and hope my dick would go down soon.
I went down to the kitchen to grab some orange juice and a granola bar to eat in the car. My mom was there franticly organizing papers for a house she was showing (she’s a relator). Rachel was there too. Was it me or did she look different somehow. She had on short jean shorts and a shirt that rose up above her bellybutton as she reached up to get a box of cereal from the cupboard. She was on her tippy-toes, and her legs and butt were not making my dick head exposure problem any better. I forced myself to look away, and directed my attention to my mom. ”I’m ready when you are” I said a bit unevenly, boy my sister had me worked up. “Oh my gosh” my mom sputtered as she looked up at me from the table. My momentary panic subsided as I looked down to see I was concealed, and my mom continued “honey, I totally forgot you had practice”.
Now here was something to take my mind off “other things” and hopefully banish the monster in my jeans. The swim team I was on was not a “summer club” fun team. We practiced year round, we practiced 3-4 hours a day, and you had to maintain high attendance or you were not allowed to go to nationals, and, as this was the first year my times would be good enough to qualify, I was not about to miss practice. My brief panic was replaced by a shock, and a renewed buzzing in my head as Rachel popped up between us (I say “popped up” because she is so short and petite that she would continually surprise me by appearing from a seeming nowhere), “I can take him” she said in a sing-song voice.
Brothers and sisters have all kind of relationships, and I suppose ours was normal. We were friendly; more friendly than neighbors who say “hi” as they get the mail, less friendly than best buds who hang out together. We would on occasion give each other a friendly shove. A hip-check when passing in the hall, or a little nudge when the other one is writing, just fun razzing really. So what happened next could easily be explained away, and, would have been no big deal, except for the big deal in my pants. She did a move that I would describe as a hip-check if it had been side on, but this was her butt to my front. Ostensibly to move me out of the way, she banged her ass into me and landed perfectly on either side of my still raging hard-on. There was just no way she could have not felt it. But she acted as if nothing was amiss, so I pretended to smile, and quickly exited the room.
I got in Rach’s jeep (a 16th b-day present) and tried to arrange myself. Now I’m just telling it like it is; my dick as of a week before was 7 ½ inches (I know, because...yes I measured) and very thick (my hands were just big enough to palm a basketball, yet I could just touch my thumb and finger when masturbating), so when my belt tucking wasn’t an option (you can’t really do that sitting down, especially when your cock head is popping out, or you’d decapitate yourself), I put my right leg up on the door-les doorframe and adjusted myself so my dick was smashed to my right leg. I checked it out, and found that barring close scrutiny, it was a good camouflage. I was just starting to wonder what was taking Rach so long, when bouncing out the door she came. She had changed out of her jean shorts. She was now wearing sun-dress style skirt, very loose and very light ending just above her knees. “Sorry” she said as she climbed into the driver’s side, “those shorts were too tight, I had to change”. “It’s O.K.” I managed, as she started up the car and backed out of the drive.
The ride started of uneventfully; the neighborhood streets were deserted this early on a Saturday, although I thought I saw Rach look at my right leg once. The problems started when we hit the first real street. Apparently, while the skirt’s own weight was sufficient to keep it down while going 25mph in our neighborhood, going 45mph in an open jeep was too much for it. Rachel barely caught it in time before it blew up and exposed what I already knew to be a fabulous sight. “Shit” she said as she struggled to hold it down and pull off the street at the same time.
My dick had gone completely beyond my control at that point, and I was surprised to hear my own voice, through the haze of horny and adrenalin that clouded my head, say in a slightly panicked tone “I can’t be late Rach”. She sat silent for a moment as though she were thinking.
“We have 3 choices” she said in her rarely used, older sister tone;”1. We can go back to the house so I can change”. “No way, I’ll be so late, Coach won’t let it count for attendance” I answered immediately. Rachel, again in that tone she used when she was in charge, said “2. I can take us on side streets so we don’t have to drive so fast.” “That’s still gona make me late” I said in a tone I hoped conveyed that I was worried about practice, not trying to get her skirt up. “Well I need both hands to drive” she said, indicating with a point, the manual transmission gear shift. “So the only other option is for you to hold down my skirt” she said in such a calm manner that I was actually embarrassed at my stuttering “what?”
“If you knew how to drive a stick” she said (did she just glance at my right leg again?) “You could shift for me.” “You know I don’t know how yet” I said in such a whine I’m surprised she didn’t make fun of me for it.
“Well I don’t see any other option” she said matter-o-factly. “O.K.” I said, and reached over with my left hand to the edge of her skirt where it met the near edge of her seat. “Are you trying to get a look at me naked” she said, a small grin on her face “you have to hold it down here” she imitated holding the edge of her skirt down to the seat between her legs. “And you have to use your other hand, or I won’t have room to shift”.
It was probably the combination of the panic of not wanting to be late, combined with Rach’s kidding accusation of wanting to see her naked, coupled with a level of hornyness I had never experienced, but, before I knew it I was sitting side-saddle, my left leg between the front two seats so that my left foot was on the floor behind Rach’s seat, my right leg in front of the stick, my right foot inches below her beautiful, outstretched right calf, my left hand on the side of the back of her seat for balance, my right hand as far from her crotch as I could get it, holding her skirt down to the front edge of her seat.
It wasn’t until I was already in position that I realized my problem. Not only was my, at this point ridiculously hard, cock’s bulge in full view, up close and personal, but as she shifted, she would be within inches of it with her right hand. This, of course, did nothing but “enflame” my problem even more. Trying my best to seem casual, and not in danger of my head exploding, I said “let’s go”. We took off like a bat out of hell. The reason seemed plain; I was going to be late, and my good older sister was trying to get me there as fast as possible. I say it “seemed” plain because I couldn’t help but notice the ferocity of her driving had several other effects. One of these was that when she gunned it from a stop, I was thrown back just as she shifted to second, which was forward and right. In other words she was basically punching my dick. The other effect was that she slid around in her seat a lot, causing my hand to continually brush the insides of her legs, and on three separate occasions she slid forward so far, she actually used my hand on her crotch to stop herself.
By the time I got to practice, I wasn’t sure I could stand, let alone work-out for 3 hours. “Thanks for the ride” I said as I shakily got out of the car. “Make sure somebody’s picking me up at 10:30” I said over my shoulder as I turned toward the natatorium (that’s a pool building). “I’ll just wait for ya” she said as she pulled away to find a parking spot.
To say I was in a weird head-space would be an understatement of epic proportions. I was as horny as it was possible to be. I had just seen my first beautiful naked girl. That beautiful naked girl was my sister. And to top it all off, she was…well I didn’t know what, but there were suspicions forming in the back of my mind that I refused to address.
I somehow managed to get into the locker room, which was both thankfully, and ominously empty, rushed to a stall, and let my horn flagpole fly free. It was the fastest, and strongest cum of my young life. Standing there, I cranked hard 3 or 4 times and it hit me. I had to hold on to the toilet paper dispensers to keep from falling, as rope after blessed rope of cum flew across the stall and streaked the back wall. When I finally finished, I had to sit down or risk passing out. After a good 5 minutes of blissful relief, I looked down. I was still hard, not as rocky solid as before but it would be unmistakable in a competitive swimsuit. I went to my locker, and looked through my suits. I picked the tightest one I had, which was my racing suit (oh well), and over it I put on my baggiest drag suit. It did a pretty good job, but then I was expecting to return to normal shortly after starting practice.
I was making my way out on deck, prepared to grovel at my coach until he relented…”what the hell” escaped my lips as I look over only to see my sister talking to Coach. I quickly approached them hoping to end the embarrassment as soon as possible…”It’s O.K.” my coach said, turning to me, “your sister explained”. I glanced at her, and she smiled her sweetest, most innocent smile, and for a moment I stood stricken. She really is breathtaking I thought…”GET YOUR WARM-UP STARTED” Coach yelped “You’ve missed half of it already”. I quickly got down to business. Warm-up was mind-numbingly boring, which is to say, its warm-up. All freestyle, which for you non swimmers means all flip turns. I mention this because it wasn’t until I finished warm-up that I realized Rach was still there. She had found a spot behind Coach directly in line with my lane two rows up on the bleachers at the end of the pool. She looked up from her book, waved a cute little wave…smiled a cute little smile and looked back down to her book. As she did so I noticed her knees were parted, not enough to see anything…maybe 4 or 5 inches, but I wondered at that just long enough to get yelled at for not paying attention, and to see Rach look up and smile again and…yes, she moved her knees a little farther apart. I still couldn’t see much, but she saw me look, I’m sure of it. I looked back up at her face and she was still smiling…little miss innocent.
Luckily our main set was a distance set, which is to say, relatively short swims punctuated by very short rests. This was lucky because I was enough faster than the others to get my own lane, so whatever I saw, no one else would see. As the set progressed, I found it more and more difficult to concentrate. In my short 10-15 second rests, I could see Rach was gradually, casually, spreading her knees wider and wider. By the time we got to the halfway break, her knees were a good 8 to 10 inches apart, and then the sun broke through a cloud, and the angels sang. The sun lit her hair like honey, and as I looked down between her legs, I saw the sun had turned a dark teasing blur into that pussy I had glimpsed for a moment just 2 hours ago. No panties…I…I don’t know how, even now, to describe the feeling when I looked up a little to see my sister Rachel smiling, seemingly oblivious to the show she was giving.
I went on to finish my set, my head swimming more than I was. Could this be all me; coincidences coupled with my new found preoccupation with Rach’s beautiful body? Or was she purposely teasing me? My lack of experience made it impossible for me to figure it out.
I finally narrowed it down to three possibilities, all of which were, frankly, terrifying. Either I was inexcusably ogling my own sister, while she innocently carried on, oblivious to the desires she was raising in me; which made me feel guilty and ashamed. Or she was trying to get me worked up to have fun at my expense; which again made me feel guilty, but also angry. Or, dare I dream it, she was enjoying turning me on; which was easily the most terrifying.
I got help deciding at the end of the set. I was resting at the wall, waiting for the other lanes to finish so we could start the last set together, willing myself to not even look in Rach’s general direction, when I heard her close to me. “Jack” she almost whispered. I turned, and my internal dialog was burned away in an instant. Rach was sitting on her heels, no more than 3 feet from me, her knees apart, her pussy gleaming in the reflected sunlight from the water. After a glance, too long to pass off as anything but what it was, I looked up to see Rach smiling. “I’ll wait for you in the car k?” she said smiling all the while.
“O.K.” I sputtered. “We’ll be done soon.” With that she bounced away, leaving me in no doubt. She wanted me to see. There was just no way any girl would sit like that in a skirt with no panties and not expect to be seen. So that let me throw out the “innocent sister” option. That left me with teasing; either at my expense, or for both of our enjoyment. I thought through my options as I finished practice. What could I do to figure out what was happening? I had a startling revelation. The best course of action would be to give it back as good as I got it. That would be perfect, either way. If she was just teasing me as a joke, the joke could work both ways. If she liked turning me on, I’d show her just how turned on I was.
My cock was concealable with a strategically placed towel, as I headed for the locker-room. I skipped the shower for obvious reasons and went straight to my locker. I could have gone back to the stall and jacked off again to maybe reduce the size of my cock, for a while anyway, but a big cock is just what I needed for my newly formed plan. Luckily I was alone in my isle of the locker-room. I looked through my locker and found an old pair of supper baggy shorts I’d used for a drag suit last summer. They were pretty short, but very loose. I quickly took off my suits and sighed with relief as my painfully hard cock sprang free. I put on the baggy shorts without boxers, and had to laugh a little at the spectacle. I might as well have camped in there. I was tenting a good 4-5 inches away from my body. I decided against wearing a shirt. My shoulders, chest, and stomach were tanned and muscular, and I could use any bit of help I could get to even the odds at the game I was starting. So with only tented baggy short shorts, and flip-flops, and a towel over my shoulder to temporarily hide my raging hard on, I exited the natatorium to find my sister Rach waiting at the drop-off loop in the passenger’s seat of her jeep.
“I thought I’d help you learn how to use a stick” she said innocently smiling up at me as I approached. ‘That’d be great Rach!” I replied enthusiastically as I ran around to the driver’s side, and, throwing my towel in the back, hopped in, my dick bouncing nicely. I was pleased to see Rach had noticed, and that innocent smile she had so coolly worn, faltered as she stared at my swaying cock for a moment, before looking back up to me, regaining her composure, and her seemingly oblivious smile. It seemed more forced now, and I knew I had thrown her off her game.
“What do I do first” I said, pretending not to notice her momentary loss of composure. Back on her game in a flash, she jumped up on the seat, tuned towards me on her knees, sat on her heals and said “The most important thing is the clutch. You need to push it with your left foot whenever you want to shift.” I pushed it all the way down and waited for her to go on. “Good!“ she said “now grab the stick” and she took my hand and placed it on the gear-shift knob, her hand over mine. Even though I had seen her naked, the warmth of her soft hand on mine sent a thrill through my body, and my dick bounced in response. She tried to hide that she noticed, but I saw it in her face. There was excitement in her eyes she couldn’t quite hide. “Um...O.K…here’s first” she said as she shifted, through my hand. “Now let out the clutch slowly, and give it a little gas.” I did as she instructed, and the car jerked a little, and stalled. “Shit, sorry” I muttered as I let go of the wheel, a little deflated. “That’s O.K.” she beamed, “It’s hard.”; a double meaning if ever there was one, and she glanced at my cock again for the briefest instant.
“I’ve got an idea.” She said, reaching down under my seat. Her shirt hung away from her body as she leaned over, and I saw those amazing boobs hanging away from her chest; perfect half spheres. The driver’s seat slammed to the back as she pulled the seat release, putting me as far from the steering wheel as I could get. With that, she stood up on the passenger’s seat, stepped over to the small part of the driver’s seat between my legs, turned her but into my face, bent over, grabbed the wheel, and hopped/swung herself down onto the set in front of me. This had an unfortunate result. The baggy shorts I had so masterfully chosen to accentuate my “attributes”, were grabbed by her but as she slid into place, pulling my throbbing cock free of confinement, where it bobbed happily between us.
Stunned into paralysis, I sat there as she made herself comfortable, and restarted the jeep. “O.K.” she said, completely back in control of the situation. “Put your feet back on the pedals” she instructed, and grabbing my hand once again “and your hand back on the stick.” Then she slid off her sandals, and put her pretty little feet on top of mine. “Now I’ll drive, and you just feel it O.K.?” I muttered “uhu” as she curled her little toes into the top of my left foot, pushed down, giggled a little, threw it in gear, and let up on my foot, and away we went.
At first she had sat on the very edge of the seat, but every time we shifted, she slid a little closer. My legs were spread wide, and the head of my dick was coming close to the 3 inch gap of flesh between her shirt and skirt. With my hands occupied, there was nothing I could do but watch in horror/anticipation, as she inched closer and closer. We came to a stop. “O.K. I’m going to show you how to pop the clutch” she said, clearly excited. “Push up hard on this foot” she caressed my left foot with her’s, my dick pulsing in response, “when I let up.” The caress turned into a stomp. She threw the stick (and my hand) into first, pushed down hard on my right foot (the gas), giggled, wiggled her toes on my left foot, and as the engine roared, she said “Now!” and both of our left feet came up in unison. I guess I didn’t really know what “popping the clutch” meant, because I was not prepared. As the tires screeched, Rach was thrown back into me with force, my dick slammed between us like a big pipe between to flat boards. I know she felt it. She even wiggled a bit. “Again!” she said as she smashed her feet onto mine, threw the stick into second, wiggled her toes on my left foot again, and “Now!” And again she was thrown against my cock. “Again!”…and we repeated this to fourth gear, my cock threatening to explode. “Hold on to me!” she shouted over the wind and engine. “I took my left arm from the wheel, which wasn’t doing anything there anyway, and looped it around her waist. “Tighter!” she yelled with glee, and I squeezed her into me, my dick throbbing into her back. “Breaks she yelled, and we moved our right feet in unison, and she stomped on my foot with more force than I thought possible. The tires bit into the street, and it was my turn to be thrown into her. With my hand no longer on the wheel, I could do little to stop my forward momentum. It was during the 10 seconds or so that it took us to stop, that I started to cum. My hips thrusting involuntarily, I humped my sister’s back. The car had stopped, but I had not. I couldn’t stop it once it started. I just kept grinding my dick into the top of her butt crack; I must have cum for 30 seconds strait, holding Rachel to me, shooting load after load all over her back, and my chest and stomach.
When I finally started to come down, the reality hit me like a sledge hammer. Teasing each other was one thing, but I had crossed the line. Would Rach yell? Would she cry? Would she tell our parents?
“That was fun Hu?” She said as if nothing had happened. “I…uh…I’m sorry Rach. I don’t” I started to say, she cut me off “No prob, BIG BRO” she said, leaning forward a bit and wiggling her ass up against the base of my now soaking cock. “Took you long enough though” she cooed looking over her shoulder at me, the innocent look gone from her, her smile was wicked.
She climbed off of me, and flopped back into the passenger seat. “I think you can do it now” she said, back to cute innocent Rach in an instant. “I’ll help you with the stick O.K.?” and she put her hand back on mine. I was amazed, but I had actually learned how to drive a stick despite the distraction. I managed to drive to our neighborhood without any problem, and it was nice having Rach’s hand on mine. It was like we were holding hands. Her hand was soft and light, and she moved it slowly as I drove, her fingers sliding up and down mine. We stopped a couple of blocks from the house so I wouldn’t get caught driving, and she drove the last bit, smiling and innocent, like nothing had happened.
When we pulled in to the drive, she turned off the car, got out, and started walking to the house. A sudden fear took me. I didn’t want this new Rach to disappear. What if she went back to the old Rachel? I would be lost. I yelled out to her in a desperate grasp to hold on to something we had shared. “Thanks...” meaning to thank her for teaching me how to drive, but shut myself up when I realized I could be heard inside, and would get both of us in trouble. She turned as she reached the door, “My pleasure Big Bro” she said with a cute wink, and she was gone. I laid back in the jeep, the sun on my shoulders and a contented smile on my face. I didn’t know what would happen next, but one thing was for sure, Rach was not going to disappear, and I would find a way to take control, to win the game. This strange game she had started, would not end now.
END PART 1
MY SISTER & THE EXCHANGE STUDENT PART 2 DINNER
Please read part one before continuing here.
The game we had started this morning had started out as teasing. Rach, my sister, had begun it, and after making me cum, had both escalated, and most defiantly taken the lead in our game. I was trying to come up with a way to even the score as I belatedly followed her into the house. It couldn’t be a coincidence that, the same morning I spied on her through her web-cam, she had introduced a sexual element to our relationship. I just couldn’t work out how they were connected. Maybe a time would come when I could ask Rach about it, but I sensed now was not the time. She seemed contented with, and even possibly exited by, the casual, seemingly non intentional, way sex had introduced itself into our relationship.
I went to my room to change out of my messed shorts, and clean the cum from my front. I couldn’t believe how much there was. I had been jacking myself for a couple of years now, and had never had this big a mess to clean up. I got myself cleaned up, put on some fresh shorts, and was turning to go to my computer, when I noticed something on my bed. It was a scrunchie. The same one Rach had been wearing. I picked it up, and noticed it was wet. It was wet with my cum. I really had cum a lot. Rach had left it there for me. A memento of the car ride, I thought. It was strangely erotic, and I felt myself getting excited. I got control of myself, adjusted my dick up into my waistband to hide my reforming hard-on, and went over to my desk.
I went to turn on my computer, and noticed it was already on. I defiantly remembered turning it off. Rach had been in my room. Did she have enough time to see anything on my computer? I searched thoroughly, not knowing what I was looking for. It wasn’t until I reached to lower the screen that I noticed my webcam light was busted. I froze for just an instant. Understanding flooded through me. Rach had known I was spying on her. She must have known, when she saw her web-cam light was broken, that something was up, and when she heard her hair dryer through my speakers, she knew I was watching. I looked down at my computer clock, but there was no remote control icon. I looked in my start menu program list, and there, in addition to my spying program, was a second remote program. She must have set it up to not show as an active program. She was a smart one. She was probably watching me right now. She would want to see my “reaction” to her cum soaked scrunchie.I instantly knew what to do.
Pretending I was unaware of my sister’s spying, I, as casually as possible, got up, and went back over to my bed. I picked up the scrunchie. If she thought it had cum on it before, I’d show her just how cum soaked it could get. I pulled down my shorts, sat on the corner of my bed, facing the computer, and wrapped the scrunchie around my dick, like it was a huge ponytail. I used it to masturbate, stroking it’s already wet surface up and down my shaft. It was such a turn on that she was watching me use her scrunchie to jack off, that I came within 2 minutes. Just as I was about to lose my load, I pulled the scrunchie up over my chock head, and emptied myself into it. I didn’t cum as much as the previous 2 times today, but it was enough to completely soak Rach’s present. I set it aside carefully, and went back to my computer.
There was no way to know for sure if she was watching, but, then again, assuming my speakers were off, there was no way of her knowing if I was watching her. I turned on her webcam, and there she was, sitting at her computer. I think, by the flush of her face, that she had watched, and liked what she saw. She pretended to be doing something on her computer, though she seemed to be squirming around in her chair, and I did the same, watching her beautiful face, a little smile creeping to her lips.
After a few minutes of us pretending, she got up, and bounced out of the room. As she went, I couldn’t help but notice the sticky white goo all down her back. I waited, half expecting her to come through my door. Instead, I heard the bathroom door close, and a few moments later, the shower come on. Of course, she would need to clean off all of my cum. With another inspired idea, I quickly grabbed the scrunchie, slipped out of my room, crept down the hallway, past the bathroom door, and into Rach’s room. I laid it on her pillow, where it instantly made a wet spot. Now she could have a memento.
As I crept back down the hall, I thought I heard something strange; a sort of light squeaking, as if someone was skidding a new tennis shoe on a clean floor. I stood there at the bathroom door, listening. Then the sound changed, and I realized it was Rach. Her squeaks had turned more primal, into high pitched grunts. She was masturbating! Watching me jerk of with her scrunchie had gotten her exited all right. But this wasn’t fair. She got to feel me cum in the jeep, and watched me cum just now, and here I was having to imagine what she looked like masturbating, with only the sound to help me. I almost barged in right there, but I didn’t want to ruin things, and I wasn’t sure where the boundaries were in this new game/relationship we were in. The pace of her cute little grunts became more fevered, until, after a slight pause, I heard “Ohhh…Jaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaake”, in a very quavering, high pitched hum. I think at this point, my dick decided it would just stay hard for ever, and I would just have to deal with it.
I crept back to my room. The tiredness from both my work-out, and the three orgasms I’d had was finally getting to me, though, my dick, seemed ready to run a marathon. I got into bed, and was just about to drift off, when I realized I could give Rach a show without any effort. I pulled off my shorts, my dick springing off my stomach, grabbed the base with my hand to keep it hard as long as possible, and, seeing my computer had a good view, fell into a blissful dream filled sleep where Rach was naked the whole time.
I woke up after 3 hours of Rach teasing me even in my dreams, to find my cock was still hanging suspended in the air, bouncing in time to my heart beat, even though my hand had left it’s post, as it were. I could hear my mom downstairs, in the kitchen, and immediately realized I was famished. I slipped by shorts back on, tucked my dick in my waistband, and realized my dick was still too big to hide the head that way. Again, grabbing a loose shit, I threw it on, and went downstairs to get some grub. Rach was nowhere to be seen, but my mom was busy cooking. “How long before dinner?” I asked, taking a place at the kitchen table. “Still 20 minutes” she replied. “Want some chips to hold you over?”
I answered “yes please”, and she put a bowl of chips, and some salsa on the table, which I immediately began inhaling. 10 minutes later, and the chips half gone, Rach came in through the back door. She had changed what she was wearing which was understandable, considering the mess I had made of them, but what she was now wearing made me catch my breath. She had on a bikini top that had only two small triangles hiding her perfect (as I now knew) breasts. It was powder blue, which really looked good on her tan body, it was also wet, which made it just transparent enough to make out her nipples, and the dark area surrounding them. She was wearing jean shorts also, but not the ones from earlier today. These were much shorter cut-offs, so short in fact, I could see the whites of the front pockets sticking out the bottom at least an inch.
She smiled her cute innocent smile and said “hi mom” in that sing song voice. “Oh honey, I wish you wouldn’t dress like that “ my mom said glancing over her shoulder at Rachel. “I was washing my car” Rach said, and, then turning to me, her smile turned wicked, and looking me dead in the eye, she continued “it was a real mess.” I managed to smile back at her, trying my best to imitate her innocent smile, and said “did you manage to get it clean?” She responded, never loosing eye contact “there were a few sticky (she actually emphasized sticky) parts, but I got the job done.” With that she turned and walked to the cabinets to help set the table. I was getting up to help, when Rach said “you stay there and rest. You’ve had a long hard day (again she emphasized long and hard).” As she turned away, I got a look at the back of her shorts, or rather the lack there of. The shortness of them was more apparent from behind as they came just down to where her but ended. Her butt didn’t crease where it met her legs; it just curved in with the muscle, till it hit leg. But the best part was the rips. Crossing both cheeks from just under the belt-line down, were long frayed horizontal rips. Fully half of her ass was showing through them, and it was easy to see she was either wearing a thong, or nothing at all underneath. As I stared, she reached up on her tippy toes to get the glasses down, and her butt flexed, perfect and round, so tight I would have hurt my hand, had I spanked her then. She looked over her shoulder and winked. My dick throbbed so hard I reached under the table and undid my shorts to relieve the pressure. I made sure I timed it so my mom wouldn’t see, and Rach would. She hesitated for a moment, and then continued on as if nothing had happened, but I could swear her nipples were much easier to see than before. Our mom mentioned in a distracted way “Rachel, only set for three, your father won’t be home till Tuesday.”
Our kitchen table, where we ate most of our meals, was a u shaped booth. I traditionally sat at the right end, Rach sat at the back, and our mom sat at the other end, ostensibly so she could get up and get things as needed during the meal, and our father, when he wasn’t away on business, would pull up a chair, and sit on the end. As they brought dinner to the table (spaghetti and meatballs), Rach said “you take the inside mom. I’ll get up if we need anything.”
“Thanks hon, I’m wiped” my mom returned, and slid back to the middle of the booth. I knew something was up (besides my dick), but Rach let slip not a clue as she sat down across from me. We started chatting about our day. Mom went into a tirade about this house she was trying to sell, and things were going normally, until I noticed Rach, as she listened to our mom, pull her hair out of her scrunchie…no, our scrunchie. There was Rach, innocent as you please, with a, now dry cum caked scrunchie, twiddling around in her hand. Mom finished her rant and turned to me. “How was practice? Did Rachel get you there in time?” Thinking quickly, determined to keep up with Rachel in this crazy game.
“Rach was great. “ I said casually, then, turning to look at Rach, “it was hard, but she took care of it.” Smiling at my triumph, I caught my breath as Rach, as casual as could be, brought the scrunchie up to her mouth, and started sucking on a particularly white, crusty frill. Without missing a beat, our eyes locked together, I continued “she can drive me any time.” The word time fluttered as I came out of my mouth, because, at that moment, I felt both of Rachel’s feet touch my knees. “I didn’t go to fast for you, did I?” She said sweetly, as her feet cupped my knees, and her toes curled into the tops of my thighs. “No” I managed with an amazing degree of calmness. “I enjoyed the ride.” I finished, as her feet left my knees and began slowly sliding up and down my inner thighs, moving slightly farther each stroke. Refusing to back down, I said “she even stayed to watch”. “I liked watching.” She said looking at me, and then glancing up the stairs to our bedrooms. “Besides” she said with a grin, “I like doing thing for my Big Bro!” and at the words “Big Bro” her smile flashed evil for the briefest moment, and her feet finished their journey, and, bottoms of her feet together, she wrapped all ten of those cute little toes around my dick.
I knew it was coming from the moment I felt her feet on my knees, but it still hit me with a jolt. Earlier, in the jeep, it could be seen as accidental contact on her part, though we both knew better, but this was deliberate. My sister was giving me a foot job under the table as we ate dinner with our mom!!! I pretended to be interested in my meal, finding it difficult to keep from bucking my hips as Rachel took long strokes, her toes curled tight. Then she moved one foot down, pushing my shorts down with her heel, and wiggled her toes at the base of my cock, while the other toes played with the head. My mother had brought papers to the table, and was looking though them, which gave me the opportunity, dangerous as it was, to pull my shirt out of the way so I could watch. There they were. Ten tan little toes, with pastel pink polish, playing my dick like a guitar. I was getting close, and Rach could sense it. She went back to stroking and curled her toes so hard into my cock, the little knuckles turned white despite the tan. I threw my shirt back over just in time, gripped the table with both hands, and held on for dear life. Now I don’t know if this happens to anyone else, but I couldn’t stop cumming. Sitting there, as rigged as a statue, holding my breath for fear of crying out, I came; shooting stream after stream into the front of my shirt. My eyes locked on Rachel’s, the intensity of our stares could have burned through steel. She was flushed with excitement, her nipples hard and straining at the bikini cloth. It went on and on. The deluge fell off, but I was still cumming. I let out the breath silently, and kept cumming. My legs started shaking from the effort, and still I was cumming.
Finally, after what must have been over a minute, I gradually came back to earth. With one last squeeze of her toes, Rachel finally let go; our eyes still locked, she glanced down at me, and giggled silently. I looked down to see my shirt starting to show the wetness of my cum seeping through. From just below my nipples, in a spreading upside down “V” I was soaked. I quickly picked up a glass of water, and spilled it all down my front. Our mom looked up at the sound of ice bouncing off the bench and floor. “Good heavens Jake, be more careful.” She chided, returning to her work. “Sorry” I croaked, looking from her, back to Rach, my amazing, beautiful sister. Rach, breathing hard, but silently, put a hand under the table, and brought it up a moment later, two of her fingers covered in my cum. She brought it to her lips, and rolled her tongue around them, before sucking them clean. Then, hopping up, she said “I’ll clean it up.” And bounced away to get a towel, her bare feet squishily tracking my cum across the floor. She returned moments later with a towel, got down on her hands and knees and stared wiping her way under the table. A moment later, I felt something on my still hard dick. Looking down, I lifted my shirt enough to see Rach’s scrunchie ringing my dick like a garland. Standing up, she leaned over me, presumably to wipe my side of the bench seat clean. Putting one knee on the outside edge of the bench, she leaned over me, pushing her chest into my face for a moment, then whispering, as she backed away “I want that back.” Again she flashed me that evil grin for an instant, and then, switching to sweet innocent Rach, she sat back down, and there we were, just a regular family having dinner.
END PART 2
MY SISTER & THE EXCHANGE STUDENT PART 3 CHURCH
After dinner, as Rach helped mom clean up, I took the opportunity to pull up my shorts, close them as best I could, and excuse myself. I left the scrunchie on my dick, not knowing yet, where or when I was going to give it back. I went to my room shakily, still recovering from “dinner”, and fell back onto my bed exhausted. I must have fallen asleep, because, suddenly it was dark outside. I looked at the clock on my bedside table, it read 9:30.
I could hear music coming from Rach’s room which was unusual because she usually used headphones. Curious, I went to my computer, and pulled up Rach’s web-cam. I considered turning off the speakers, and then decided she might as well know I was watching, which she would pick up on for sure, when she heard her music coming from my room too. She was dancing. Not, out at a party dancing, but sexy, dancing like I imagined strippers danced. She was wearing the same stuff she had on at dinner and the motion of her hips and flat stomach had me mesmerized. I noticed she was looking right at me, as if I was sitting in her room, and realized she had been waiting for me to wake up. She might have even turned her music up, to rouse me. I assumed she had my webcam on, and decided she deserved to see how well she was dancing. I backed up my chair enough to be sure my dick would be in view, and opened my shorts. The cum from dinner had congealed, but not dried, and Rach’s scrunchie, was so sticky and slimy, that I wasn’t sure I could use it again. I took it off, setting it carefully down on my desk, and got ready. I looked up to see Rach had stopped dancing. She looked right at me, a puzzled/almost hurt look on her face. Then she bolted off camera. She was gone a minute, and then I heard her door open; I thought I had blown it; somehow, I had upset her. Was taking off the scrunchie seen, by her, as rejection? I was just about to start really panicking, when I heard a soft knock on my door. I flew to it, hopping I could explain before it was too late. Just as I got to my door, I heard her’s close. Baffled, I opened my door. Sitting in a neat pile, on the floor in the hall, were 3 white scrunchies, and a pair of dark blue lacey thong panties. Laughing in relief, I scooped them up, closed the door, and went back to my desk. She was there, on the cam, waiting; her hands on her hips, a stern look on her face. Without sitting down, naked, my dick standing proudly at attention, I put one, two, three scrunchies on my dick, like I was decorating it for her. I watched her as I did it. She got less stern, and more excited, as I decorated. By the time i got to the panties, she was wiggling around, and giggling like a five year old walking through the gates of Disney world. I was about to add the panties to my now wreathed cock, when I noticed they were wet. I brought them up to my face to get a better look. The crotch of the panties was soaked, as if they had been dipped in water. I think I could have wrung them out, and gotten a drink. I looked back at Rach through the cam. She was so intent upon what my reaction would be that for a moment, I was nervous I might screw it up. Then I looked down and saw her jean shorts were undone, the zipper down, a little bit of her light blond pussy hair showing. She was just wearing these panties, I realized. She was this wet now. When she had bolted off camera, she had stripped them off, and pulled her shorts back on, not bothering to do them up.
Looking her dead in the eye, I brought them up to my face, and smelled them, she trembled. I very slowly licked the wet spot, and watched as Rach put her hands to the sides of her shorts and, pushing them down over her hips and ass, let them fall to the floor. As I lowered the panties to my throbbing cock, she followed their progress, pulling off her bikini top. I stopped lowering her wet panties, holding them suspended an inch above my cock; she looked up at me, an excited pleading in her eyes. Finally, I was in control. I was winning. And then, as I looked at her; her beautiful face, her amazing body, I realized I didn’t need, or even want, to win. I wanted a tie, and here we were, both naked, both horny, we were even…almost. With a burst of inspiration I bolted from my room. Not bothering to put anything on, Rach’s scrunchies bouncing on my dick as I ran, I streaked to the bathroom, and grabbing my electric toothbrush, ran to Rach’s door, knocked and tore back to my room. Slamming the door behind me, I skidded to a stop exactly where I had been seconds before. I was just in time to see Rach, my beautiful sister coming back to stand in her place, my toothbrush in her hand, the devil in her smile. I smelled her panties again, and she turned on my toothbrush. I could just hear it’s hum through the cam. As I brought the panties down to my dick, she brought the head of the toothbrush to her pussy. I wrapped the wet crotch of her panties over the purple swollen head of my cock, as she touched my toothbrush to the top of her pussy, and quivered. I started slowly sliding her scrunchies up and down my shaft, wanting this moment to last forever. As much as we had shared today, this was the first truly intimate experience we were sharing. I felt a connection to my Rach, here, us doing this together.
With all of the cumming I had done today, I was sure I could make it last. I kept up the slow rhythm, the soft silk of the scrunchies sliding smoothly. Rach, I was pleased to see, was not having as easy a time. From the moment the toothbrush touched her pussy, she started quivering, her legs began shaking, and she grabbed onto my toothbrush with both hands, as if it would help her stay standing. As we watched each other, she started squeaking, just the way I had heard her squeaking in the bathroom, but louder, and with more heavy breathing. I could feel myself rising to an orgasm, and slowed slightly, releasing some of the pressure from my grip. I wanted more. Her squeaking became high pitched grunting, as her hips began thrusting into my brush. I turned sideways, hoping she would get the hint, and copy my move. After a few moments, she turned also, her legs clearly not working well. With her turned, I could see the dimple of her ass muscle flex with each thrust she made into my toothbrush. I put my free hand to my chest and mimicked pinching my nipples. With a glaze in her eyes; she imitated me, and started pinching and pulling her near nipple. She apparently liked that, because as soon as she stared playing with her nipples, her little grunts got bigger. She started to shake violently all over, somehow managing not to fall. I realized she was close, and viciously cranked at my cock, determined to catch up. Her grunting stopped, and she froze in place. For a moment in time, she stopped, then it hit her; she managed to stay standing for a moment, and then she softly, in almost a whispered panic, said “jaaaaaaaaaaaaaaake”, and fell to the floor in convulsions repeating my name in the spasms of her orgasm. I came hard into her panties as she hit the floor.
It was a strong orgasm for me, but I managed to stay standing unaided; Rach on the other hand, had a monster orgasm. I finished, and came back to reality, hearing a croaking “JAKE” coming from Rach. She writhed on the floor; the vibrator slammed on her pussy like a vice. With each thrust of her hips, she called out my name. My exultation turned into worry, as a particularly violent spasm threw the vibrator across the room, and yet her convulsions continued. After perhaps 2 minutes of her or writhing on the floor, repeating “Jake” over and over, she suddenly went limp; her eyes rolled up.
Panicking, I rushed to her room, opening, and closing her door as I raced to her. She was lying on her back, legs splayed wide, in a messy pool of her own cum, unconscious. I could see, by the rise and fall of her chest, that she was breathing. I knelt next to her, speaking softly to her, my mouth inches from her, “Rach? Are you O.K.?” She mumbled something incoherent, weather in response to me, or not, I couldn’t tell. I slid my hands under her head and shoulders, and pulled her to my chest. “Rach, it’s me Jake. Can you hear me?” I whispered into her ear. Her eyes fluttered open, a glazed look in them. Her hand moved, quivering to my leg, “Jake?” I barely made out her whisper. “Yes Rach, It’s me Jake.” I whispered back, relief flooding through me. Her hand quivered jerkily up my leg, and made it’s way to my still moderately hard cock. As her hand wrapped around my cock, her expression went from confused, to contented; she whispered “I love you” and passed back out, her hand still holding me.
I scooped her up in my arms, and both of us naked, carried her to the bathroom. I laid her gently in the tub; putting a towel behind her head, and filled the tub with warm water. I gently bathed her, not allowing her beautiful body to dictate my actions. When I started to wash her hair, she responded; opening her eyes, and smiling up at me. She started to move as if she was going to get up, which, by the feebleness of her movements, I knew was impossible. I took her head in my hands, and got her to focus her slightly less glazed eyes on me. “Rach. It’s O.K. Your Big Bro is here to take care of you.” Her smile widened, and she relaxed. She laid there like a rag doll, a big smile on her face, as I finished washing her. I wrapped a towel around her, and carried her to her room, laid her down on her bed, and massaged her as I dried her, hopping to rub some life back into her. She let me do as I wished, literally not moving a muscle. As I pulled up her covers, and arranged her head on the pillow, our eyes met, and she softly repeated “I love u”. “I love you too Rach. Go to sleep now. I’ll see you in the morning.” She closed her eyes, and I left to take a shower myself. Before going to sleep, I retrieved the forgotten scrunchies and panties, now nicely coated in my cum, and laid them under Rach’s pillow. Her contented innocent dreaming face, the image I took with me to sleep.
I woke up a bit confused. The events of the last day seemed to come back in waves. It hardly seemed possible to fit into them into one day. I got up slowly, still naked, and glanced over to my computer. The web-cam, still active from last night, showed only the bottom half of Rach’s bed, but, I could see, from the lumpy covers, that Rach, was still in bed, and by the lack of motion, I guessed she was still asleep. A glance at the clock showed me that it was 8:15am. We would have to leave for church in a little over an hour and a half. Knowing Rach wouldn’t need a shower, I let her sleep, and, after dressing in clothes fit for church, which is to say nice khaki shorts, and a polo, I went down to the kitchen for some breakfast. Mom was there, and we talked sporadically as we ate, her commenting on our “roughhousing” last night. I suppressed a grin, and apologized for the noise.
Having finished my breakfast, I got some cereal, juice, and a banana, put them on a tray, and carried it up to Rach’s room. It seemed strange after all we had shared, and the fact that we had mutually “agreed” to let each other see, via webcam, into our rooms, that I still felt the need to knock. “Rach? Are you up?” I said, trying to thread the needle in volume between too soft for her to hear, and so loud, I’d wake her up. “Yea” came a sleepy response. “Can I come in?” i said as sweetly as I could. “Uhu” just as sleepy was her answer. I quickly stepped in, and closed the door behind me. There was Rach, my Rach, sitting up in bed, the covers falling, unheeded to her waist. The morning sun angling through the window, cascaded across her tanned torso; highlighting every perfect curve of her body, and lighting her hair as if she were a haloed angel. She took my breath away. I couldn’t believe this vision had been invisible to me until yesterday.
“Are you O.K.?” she said with a crooked grin. “I was about to ask you the same thing.” I retorted, feeling silly for my mind wandering. “I brought you breakfast” I said indicating the tray, as I walked to her bedside. Just as I bent over to place the tray she said “You’re sooooooo sweet”, and jumping up on her knees, the sun now lighting her blond pussy hair like white fire, she wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me. It wasn’t a passionate kiss, it was more like the hug wasn’t enough, so she used her lips too. “Careful” I managed to say as our lips parted, and she sheepishly sat back down, a delighted look on her face.
As I placed the tray over her, her nakedness was all too apparent, to both me, and the quickly growing monster in my pants. I firmly, but silently, told the monster to get lost, and sat down on the edge of the bed.
Not being sure where our intimacy began and ended, I said nothing about yesterday, and simply kept her silent company as she ate. After a few minutes off ravenous eating, she looked up, a puzzled look on her face. “Did you give me a bath last night?” “Well…yea, you were kinda a mess, and I was just trying to help…?” I broke off my babbling as I saw her starting to cry. With no regard for the tray of food, she threw herself at me, nearly knocking me off the bed, and hugged me so long and hard I thought she was trying burry herself in me. When she finally let go, she had a look on her face that I’m positive, perfectly mirrored the look I had on my face minutes before, as I saw the sun shine on her. It was wonderful to know that look from both sides, and I smiled at her, hopping, somehow it would convey my thoughts. We sat there, on her bed, her naked, and me in my church clothes, and stared into each other’s eyes for a long time; neither of us wanting that feeling to end. Eventually, though, I remembered church. “Rach” I said anxiously “We’ve got church in like 30 minutes”.
The spell broken, she hugged me again, and kissed me; a real kiss, long and passionate, as if she wanted to breathe in the feeling, and then she hopped up and scampered to her dresser. “Hey Rach” I said as I reached her door. She turned, her face glowing at me, “I left you some presents under your pillow.” And I closed the door behind me as she scrambled, hungrily, over to her bed.
Mom and I were waiting in the car as Rachel came out of the house, a vision of beauty. She had on a sun dress of pale green which looked amazing on her tan body; and she had her hair done up in two pigtails that stuck out just above and behind each ear. She looked so innocent, I almost couldn’t believe it was the same girl who had shared yesterday with me. As she skipped to the car, I noticed each pigtail was held by a white scrunchie; and I knew it was the same girl.
She hopped in the car, all smiles and sunshine, and we sat together in the back seat, as our mom drove us to church. We didn’t speak the whole trip, content to sit together. Along the way, she set her hand next to my hand, and curled her pinky around mine, and we sat there sharing an intimacy I hadn’t known could exist 24 hours ago.
We got to church, and mom went off to practice with the choir. We made our way to our usual spot in the last row, but instead of sitting haphazardly, each picking our own place, we slid down the pew, me leading, to the far wall together; as far from the isle, and, the rest of the world, as possible. We sat, my left side feet from the wall, my right side against Rach, and waited, as people wandered in, each passing our row by, for the “better” seats.
Rach slid her pinky up and down mine; a secret caress, and I turned to smile at her. She smiled back, and reached forward for the paper and pen they used to get the attendance, from the pocket in the pew in front of ours. Her smile turned mischievous as she began to write on the blank attendance sheet. When she finished, she handed them to me. It read “I’m wearing three of your ‘presents’. How did you find out I was spying on you?” I read it again. I didn’t understand. She was spying on me? When? What? “Holy shit” I said to myself. I had no way of knowing how long her spy program was on my computer. I had just assumed she was retaliating to my spying. I laughed out loud at the irony, drawing a few disgruntled glances from fussy church people. I turned to look at her; her face was tight with worry. I wrote “Not until after I started spying on you. Did you know I was watching yesterday before practice?” and handed her the paper and pen. She read it, and giggled, flashing me a “really?” look. I nodded, and she bounced in her seat, pulling one leg under her as she voraciously wrote a response. “YES YES YES!!! I was so excited when I saw my cam light was broken. And when I heard your speakers blasting my hair drier back at me, I knew you were watching. I was watching you too, I wanted to show you, like you had shone me for so long, but after I took off my towel, I got nervous, and had to finish in the corner of my room. Did you know I was masturbating?”
Me: “No I didn’t, you were very quiet, and fast. I thought you were just getting dressed. I see two of the presents, where’s the third?” Rach giggled a little, and, after making sure no one could see, she turned away a bit and pulled the back of her dress up enough for me to see her butt, sitting on her tucked under foot, and the side of her blue thong, the one that had “capped off” my masturbation last night.
Rach: “I was so excited, I came really fast. And then I felt bad because I didn’t let you see, and bad that I didn’t get to see you too; so I decided to make it up to you. Did you like my ride?” As she watched me reading, she wiggled her but, and let out a low breath. This gave me an idea.
Me: “I was terrified the whole time. I didn’t know you were spying on me, so I wasn’t sure you wanted anything sexual from me, so couldn’t relax, but, yes, I loved it. So you’ve been spying on me how long?”
Rach: “Remember this spring; I went to your state meet. I guess I hadn’t realized how hot you were. I saw how big you were, and all your muscles. And then, when we were having that picnic between sessions, you were sitting there, with just you tight little suit on, and you must have gotten exited because your dick started to get bigger. I watched it grow bigger and bigger, and I wanted to see it so bad. When we got home that night, I masturbated; thinking of you, and it was the best orgasm I ever had. The next day, I snuck into your room and put the program on your computer. I’ve been watching you all summer. Every time you went to your room, I’d run to my computer, hoping I’d get to see you…all of you ;). I’m sorry you were scared yesterday. I just wanted you to know I wanted you. Are you mad?” I looked up to see that worried look on her face again. I smiled reassuringly.
Me: “I’m not mad. Exited, and complimented is how I feel. See? So the way I see it, you’ve seen me cum about a hundred times. I’ve only seen you orgasm once. And while it was the most amazing thing I’ve ever seen. It’s only fair that you start catching up. What do think about right here, right now?” I watched as she read. When she got to the part where I said I was excited, she looked at my dick, which was running down my right shorts leg, and occasionally pulsing with little jumps. Her eyes went wide, and she gave me a look of mingled surprise, and greed. Then she went back to reading, and as she got to the end, she looked at me with hunger, and nodded.
I was expecting her to hump her heel, or secretly slide her hand under her dress, but instead, she pulled her leg out from underneath her butt, stood up, and sat back down so close our legs were touching. Spreading her dress out like a tent, her but on the bare pew. Her dress now covered half of my lap. She took my right hand, and guided it under her dress, using her other hand to keep the dress spread. She put her hand over mine and, tucking both our hands under her panties, she guided me to her pussy. I wouldn’t have had a clue, but I didn’t need one. She started using my hand to rub her pussy. She focused right at the top, a little bump, she later told me was her clit. After she got me started with her, she got started with me, she grabbed her little handbag, and pulled out some nail clippers. She took them in her left hand and, sliding her arm behind mine, reached under her dress, and into my pocket. I heard a little rip, and her hand was through my torn pocket, and wrapped around my dick, she looked at me and mouthed “Tell me before you cum”.
I might have been in church but it felt like heaven. I rubbed her clit, and she, squeezing hard, stroked my dick, as we sat facing forward, to all eyes, model siblings, pretending to listen to some guy at the front talk about “love thy neighbor”. Rach didn’t take long. Within a couple of minutes her body went rigid, her grip on my dick, like a vice. I looked over, and she was staring at me; a look of complete love on her open mouthed silently screaming, face. She stayed rigid for 10 seconds or so, and then shuddered, and melted into the pew. Within moments though, she was stroking me again, watching me as I stared straight ahead. After another 30 seconds or so, I could feel my own orgasm coming. With the shocking realization that I would soon be a mess, but too far gone to care, I turned to her hungry, eager eyes, and mouthed “I’m gona cum”. Everything happened fast. Rach did a single pass with her eyes to make sure no one was in position to see, and scooted off the pew, sliding in front of my right knee. Her hand still in my pocket, stroking my almost erupting cock, she used her right hand to push my shorts leg up, and expose the head of my cock. As soon as it came into view, she pounced, her mouth engulfing the whole head. That did it for me, and I came. I spewed 9 or 10 loads of cum into her mouth. She swallowed all of it, except the last load, which she kept in her mouth as she regained her seat; then she spit it into her hand, lifted her dress up, exposing her soaking panties, and rubbed my cum all over them. Then she stood up and slid in front of me, pushing her ass out to tease me along the way, and sat down on my other side. Grabbing my hand, she held it for the rest of church. As we left, she giggled, pointing out the puddle on the pew where she had cum.
END PART 3
MY SISTER & THE EXCHANGE STUDENT PART 4 SWIMMING
We rode home, both of us silently sharing a post cum high. We held pinkies in the back seat again, and stole knowing smiles as our mom drove. When we got home, Rach and I went to change. It was a sign of our growing bond that we kept our webcams on continuously. Without any pomp, we watched each other strip. I watched as Rach, smiling, carefully laid her panties, covered in both of our cum, under her pillow. Once we were both naked, Rach came to the computer; to what I had started to think of as our shared window into each other’s privacy. I watched as she opened up the web browser, and typed vibrators in the search. Up came a whole list of links. She picked one and browsed through it for a few minutes. I moved the pointer when I saw something I liked, but she ignored me, intent on her search. She backed out of the link, and chose another. After a few minutes, she found what she was looking for; a little egg shaped vibe, attached by wire to a little butterfly. The butterfly had elastic bands attached to each wing. And there was a cordless remote. Rach opened a little chat window, which was weird, because we could have spoken through the webcams, but I guess our comfort level wasn’t to the stage where she could talk without it feeling weird. I was fine letting her dictate the speed we moved, and so, sat and waited to see what she would write. “To help you catch up.” She wrote; then ordered it. As she was finishing her order, typing in the credit card number off a prepaid card she had, I took control of the pointer again, and clicked next-day delivery. Rach giggled, and accepted my alteration. She confirmed, and the shipping info estimated delivery by 10am tomorrow.
Rach closed the browser, and typed in the chat “Swimming at Sharon’s?” Sharon was a friend of hers who’s backyard was kitty-corner from ours, and she had a pool, and Jacuzzi. I typed “great idea” and got up to grab some nice baggy trunks, knowing what I could be in for. I showed them to Rach, who frowned, and then typed “Only if you cut out the pockets;)”. Smiling back, I pulled a pair of scissors from my desk and cut out the pockets and liner, and showed them for her approval. She nodded enthusiastically, and hopped out of her chair, her butt popping out, as she left my view. She came back a minute later, with a handful of suits. First she held up, to her beautifully naked body, a one piece mom had bought her, giggling the whole time. I frowned, and shook my head no. She threw them aside, and pulled out the powder blue bikini, the top of which she had worn for dinner last night. They were good, and I gave her a maybe look. Then she pulled out a bikini she had worn two years ago. It wasn’t a string bikini, but was very small, and as she showed me the bottoms, I noticed three things. First, they were very worn and faded. What once hat been a pastel pink, was now almost white, and the chlorine over the past two years, had done its work; it was almost sheer. Second, I could see that, although she was petite, she had grown considerably since this suit was purchased; it was very small and would be tight on her. Thirdly, the fabric covering her butt was done in such a way that, like a string bikini, you could slide the material together at the hips, basically making it a thong. I nodded yes and typed “Only if you cut out the liner;)” She flashed a naughty grin at me, snipped out the lining, and started putting it on. I sat and watched Rach, doing her best reverse striptease.
I was right that it was too small. Her breasts, while perfectly shaped, were not huge. In retrospect I would estimate B’s, which were plenty big for me, especially on her small body, but she clearly hadn’t developed when this suit fit properly. Her breasts were bulging out the sides, and touched in the center, leaving a beautiful valley. The bottoms were the best part. Even in the dim light of her room, I could see that removing the liner was a stroke of genius. They were so tight that, in pulling them high enough to cover her blond patch, they wedged themselves into her pussy so that her folds and creases were clearly visible. She turned so I could see her but, and I started to have second thoughts on my choice. The relative darkness did nothing to hide the crack of her ass showing through the material, and I could imagine that, in full sun, and wet, the suit would virtually disappear. Wanting desperately to partake of Rach in this suit myself, I just hoped she didn’t go too far on my account. She turned back around to gauge my reaction; my shocked expression was, apparently, just what she was aiming for. She jumped up and down with excitement, giggling in delight, and headed for her door. “Wait” I blurted, not wanting our mom, or frankly anyone else, to see her like that. She froze, her hand on the doorknob, and looked back at me, a mixture of quizzical shock on her face; quizzical, clearly being as a result of her wondering at my command. Shock, I realized immediately, because we hadn’t communicated verbally through the webcam, and although I’m sure she knew it was available, she either wasn’t comfortable enough yet, or she just preferred a more clandestine relationship. Hoping I hadn’t freaked her too much, and not wanting to push my luck, I typed the rest “I think maybe mom might not like that suit. She walked back over to her computer, the shocked look, to my relief, wearing off. After reading, she grabbed the one piece, pulled it on over the pink one, and did a pirouette for me to judge. I made the O.K. sign with both hands, and she spun, and resumed her gleeful exit. I snagged two towels on my way past the bathroom, and followed Rach down the stairs. “We’ll be at Sharon’s” my sister sing-songed to our mom as she passed by her at the kitchen table, on her way to the back door. Mom, looking up from the papers she had spread across the table, said “u guys look after each other in that pool.” “We will mom.” Rach said with a slight lilt, turning and winking at me.
We crossed the backyard to the corner that touched the corner of Sharon’s back yard. Rach yanked down the one piece, revealing the pink suit, and pretty much everything else, to the light if day. Not wanting to seem prudish, I let my dick take over the talking. “WOW!!! I think that suit is illegal.” Smiling with pleasure she said “To bad you don’t have handcuffs.” and kissed me, long and deep, pressing her nearly naked body into mine. “You do like it, don’t you?” she said evilly, as she squeezed my dick through my trunks. “Help me over the fence Big Bro.” she said, standing expectantly at the corner of the yard.
Now I had seen Rach climb over this corner of fence a thousand times, so I knew she was just making an excuse for me to touch her. Happy to comply, I put myself in the very corner of the 6” high fence facing out to Rachel. “Jungle Jim, at your service.” I said, smiling down at her. She looked me up and down, as if searching for good spots to climb. She told me to squat down some, and barefooted, she started climbing. She put one foot on my thigh, which, I having squatted, was a perfect platform. Then, holding onto my shoulders, she stepped up onto my other thigh with her other foot. She stood straight up, and I was face to face with her barely covered pussy. “Care to catch up a little?” she said, smiling down at me. I’d love that.” I blurted, anticipating the view. She took her hands off my shoulders and started wiggling the tight bottoms of her bikini down. I put my hands on her thighs to help her balance, and moved my knees closer together so the bottoms would come down easier.
They almost popped off of her ass, and she slid them down to where my hands were holding her thighs, then put one hand on the top of my head, to balance I thought, and brought her other hand to her pussy. She stared making circles around her clit, smaller and smaller, until she brushed it with one finger. “Right there.” She said tapping her clit to each word, her legs trembling ever so slightly with each tap. And then, the hand on my head grabbed more hair than I thought possible from such a small hand, and guided me forcefully to her pussy. Her other hand joined in and I was face to face with Rach’s perfect pussy. It was tan, like the rest of her. The small shock of light blond hair seemed an arrow on a treasure map. Her pussy was smooth and slick, already wet with her juices. Small, and the Then, licking her cum off my chin, she cheerfully said “Let’s go.”
We got over the fence, her only needing help because of the state her legs were in. Sharon’s backyard was an adult play-land. A large kidney shaped pool was surrounded by; a bar, an outdoor kitchen/grill, a Jacuzzi, and an assortment of chairs tables and shays-lounge bed/chairs. Sharon, a truly tiny girl, had been a gymnast until she turned 13, and her boobs exploded from her chest; a pretty, curly haired, redhead, the contrast between her tiny waist, and huge chest was startling. I saw, as we rounded the shed that hid the corner of the backyard we had used as our entrance, that Sharon was in the Jacuzzi facing away from us. It clearly being Rach’s job to announce us, I said nothing as we approached. Rach grabbing my hand, pulled me down behind the bushes that surrounded the back edge of the pool deck, put her finger to her lips, and whispered “I know what she’s doing. Stay quiet and watch.” The wicked look startling in its sudden appearance. We were 30 feet away, bushes, and half the pool between us and Sharon. At first, I didn’t notice anything. Then I saw that instead of sitting on the built in bench in the Jacuzzi, she was leaning over the opposite side facing out. As I watched her back, I could see she was moving a little up and down. Baffled, I gave a questioning look to Rach, who I had to shake to get to turn from the apparent show I was not seeing. “She’s using the jets to get off” she whispered excitedly in response to my questioning expression.
We both turned back, me now completely interested, as Rach continued the commentary. “She taught me how to do it when we were 12. She said she figured it out when she was 9. Remember how much I used to sleep over at her house?” I turned to look at Rach, a look of newly rearranged memory dawning on my face. Of course I remembered. That summer, she slept at Sharon’s, more than in her own bed. Rach turned to me, a naughty look in her eyes “that is, until I discovered the shower head.” She added. My look of shock and desire making her wiggle with glee “but this head is better, and placing both hands on my face she kissed me. It was the best kiss of my young life. It wasn’t frantic with need, or quick and chased, but a long intimate sharing; we were truly together, separated from the world. When it ended, I groggily realized Rach had resumed the Sharon watch. Just in time, I turned to see Sharon, the up and down motion gone shaking slightly, and then with a long exhale, she turned around, and laid her head back, breathing hard, a smile on her face.
“C’mon” Rach said, crawling back around corner of the shed. Standing up, and giving me a wink, Rach yelled “Sharon, are you back here?” and we walked around the corner of the shed. “Hey Rach” she said looking over to see us walking between the bushes, and onto the deck. “Oh, hi Jake.” She added, clearly not expecting me, she immediately started fumbling with something under the water. Knowing what she had just been doing, I guessed she was trying to get her suit bottoms back on before I got close enough to see. “I invited Jake over to swim. I hope that’s O.K.” Rach said as we walked up to the edge of the Jacuzzi. “Sure” Sharon said, clearly more comfortable with me being here, now that she had her bikini bottoms back on. “You guys wana come in?” asked Sharon. “You go ahead Jake, I’m gona lay out.” Rach said smiling weirdly at me, and walking away toward a shays-lounge, leaving me standing there with no option but to get in the Jacuzzi.
I slid in, as far from Sharon as I could get. I had had a crush on Sharon, and still felt nervous around her. “Rach was telling me how well you’re doing at swimming.” Sharon offered, trying to break the awkward moment. “I’m doing O.K.” I said, not sure what to say without seeming to brag. “She told me all about that meet you had this spring.” She said, sounding strangely nervous. “She...um…said you were awesome.” She finished. “I was at the top of my age-group.” I said, trying to shrug off her accolade. “I was a lot bigger than the other guys, that’s all.” I said, figuring that kept me from bragging without contradicting Rachel. Sharon didn’t say anything, but looked at me kinda queerly. After a few minutes Sharon got up and asked me if I wanted a drink. I said “sure”, and she came back moments later with two iced teas, she handed me one, and sat on the edge of the Jacuzzi, right next to me, her thigh touching my shoulder. “You know, Rach and I come out here at night sometimes without suits on.” “Really.” I said, trying unsuccessfully to hide my interest in the subject. “Sometimes,” she said more quietly, “when nobody’s’ home, we’ve even done it during the day.” I was in the in the middle of a deep drink of my tea, and just managed not to choke. Feeling I needed to say something to fill the silence left in the wake of this admission, I offered, “no wonder Rach doesn’t have tan lines,” realizing just as I finished, that I shouldn’t know that. “Me neither, she offered, pulling the side of her suit bottoms down to show me a lightly tanned, sparsely freckled hip, devoid of any tan lines.” As she pulled her suit back into position, her leg, dangling in the water next to me, she shifted, her foot coming to rest on my thigh.
Weather it was the talk of Sharon and Rach naked together, the glimpse of her hip, or the feeling of her foot on my thigh, where minutes earlier, Rach’s foot had been while I ate her pussy, my dick was solid steel in my trunks. The Jacuzzi jets had blown my trunks into a balloon, allowing my dick to wander freely. When Sharon’s foot landed on my thigh, it pulled on my trunks, causing my dick to wander in that direction. I glanced down to see it mere inches from Sharon’s foot. Sharon seemed unaware, or unconcerned with the contact, and not knowing how to extricate myself without being weird, I simply sat there, motionless, hoping my dick wouldn’t embarrass me. Without prompting, Sharon continued “Actually, I don’t think anyone’s home now,” she said, in what I could tell was a forced casual tone. “I think I’ll go check.” She said, setting her drink down. As she got up, I felt her foot graze the side of my dick. I couldn’t tell for sure if it was intentional, but it seemed an unlikely accident. She seemed a bit startled as she stood, but it was difficult to tell. As Sharon walked away, I glanced over to Rach. She was lying out on her stomach, 20 feet away or so, too far away to have heard Sharon and my conversation; her head propped up on her hands, she was watching us. She smiled a knowing smile.
I jumped up quickly, my dick bouncing, as it strained to lift the left leg of my trunks. I went over to Rachel, kneeling in front to her. “Sharon’s acting weird.” I said, hoping Rach could buffer me from any further embarrassment. “Oh, I can imagine.” She said, her knowing grin turning to a smirk. My blank expression encouraging her to explain, she offered. “Don’t get mad at me O.K.,” and without waiting for me to respond continued, “Well, we used to talk about your little crush, and then…I…um…kinda told her about when I saw how big I saw you were at that swim meet.” She finished quickly, seeming embarrassed, and a little guilty. “Rach!” I said in an exasperated, but not angry tone. “I know, I’m sorry, I just wanted her to regret not taking your crush on her seriously. And she does regret it now. Even before I told her about the…meet, she had been asking me to invite you over.”
Trying to absorb this quickly, before Sharon returned, I asked “Do you guys really skinny-dip?” “Oh she is evil.” Rach responded, a little embarrassed. “We do, but I know why she told you. She wants to see you for herself. I don’t think she believed me when I told her how big you are.” “What should I do” I said, feeling way out of my comfort zone. “Do whatever you want.” Rach responded, trying a little too hard to seem unconcerned. Realizing she misunderstood, I explained; “Rach, I meant about the skinny-dipping. I’d never do anything with her. You are…well, I like being with you.” I finished lamely. A look of relief, and happiness lit her face. She leaned forward and kissed me quickly on the lips. “It would be fun to see her face.” she quipped, her evil smile appearing. “Now be a good Big Bro, and put some lotion on me please.” “Anything for you, Little Sis” I replied, getting up to retrieve some lotion from a table nearby.
I returned and sat on the edge of the lounge chair, next to her legs. She put her arms to her sides, and laid her head down, “Don’t miss a spot,” she said dreamily, as I started on her shoulders. I worked my way down, reveling in the job. With all we had shared, this was my first opportunity to explore her body. My dick was painfully hard, and I shifted my legs, kneeling with one leg between hers, as I reached her lower back. I was about to move again, to get in a better position to do her legs, when she reached back and slid her bottoms together into the crack of her ass. I looked up to see, her face, sideways, showing a naughty smile. I got more lotion, and softly caressed her ass. The muscles in Rach’s ass flexed, as I worked the lotion in. She cooed softly, and I found I had a fight going on inside me. My dick was saying; Go! Go! Go!, while my head was imagining Sharon, returning as I massaged my sister’s ass. My dick won out as Rach slithered down farther in the lounge chair till her pussy came up against my knee. “Harder,” Rach murmured, as she slowly started grinding her pussy into my knee. The action of her grinding, flexed her ass muscles, sending ripples over her ass. Becoming lost in the spectacle, I only just heard the patio door slide open. I deftly moved to Rach’s legs, returning to a level of apparent disinterest I thought suited a proper brother. Hearing Rach give a frustrated “humph,” I whispered “sorry.”
As Sharon approached, I almost stood up, before realizing my dick would defiantly be un-hide-able. Sharon came, carrying 3 daiquiris. “I called my dad. They won’t be home till 6.” She said nervously, as she handed us both daiquiris, and sat on the chair next to Rach’s. “I made us real drinks” she said, smiling, and holding up her daiquiri. Rach rolled on her side to face Sharon, and I had to semi stand up to disentangle my leg from between hers; sitting back down, in front of her legs. I looked up to catch a shared look between Rach and Sharon. Feeling self-conscious, I said nothing, and drank enough daiquiri to give me an ice cream headache, which I managed to hide.
“Sharon, have you been teasing Jake?” Rach said playfully, clearly meaning to embarrass her, and, I think unintentionally, embarrassing me also in the process. Sharon glanced at me, obviously unsure of what I had told Rach of our conversation, and unsure of what to say. “I didn’t mean to…” she said, truly upset that I might have been hurt. The look on her face melted my apprehension. “It’s cool” I said, hoping to make her feel better, and without letting myself think about it, I stood up, slid off my trunks, and said “Lets swim.”
The look on Sharon’s face as my dick bobbed a foot away was priceless, and then, turning to Rach, who was watching Sharon’s reaction with satisfaction, I said “c’mon”, took two steps, and dove into the pool bare ass naked. Under water, and alone with my own thoughts, I exalted in by bravado. Coming to the surface, I spun around to see my sister Rach, and her friend Sharon, the girl I first masturbated to, stripping of their suits like they were on fire, and jumping together into the pool after me.
We played around in the pool for a while, the cool water doing nothing to counteract the affect these two girls were having on my swollen cock. I quickly got comfortable being naked, the pool being the perfect environment for me to feel at home, and at ease. I worked as a flip ride for a while, the girls taking turns stepping a foot into my laced together hands, and squealing with delight as I launched them into the air. I enjoyed the sight of their naked bodies vaulting up in front of me. Rach seemed incapable of stopping herself from grabbing my dick and squeezing any time she thought she could get away with it without Sharon seeing. Sharon took every opportunity to look at my dick. She didn’t try touching it, overtly anyway, but the frequency of her casually brushing up against it, made it clear she was interested.
We played Marco Polo, both girls reaching below the water when zeroing in on me. Deciding to let Sharon have a good feel, I purposely positioned myself so that her under water searching succeeded. She brushed my dick with her hand, and eyes still closed, brought her other hand around, and, full fisted, grabbed my cock. Her eyes sprang open, and she stood there a moment frozen, then, as if she couldn’t help herself, she explored it for a few seconds, feeling it’s length, and the size of the head, until Rach’s “Marco,” delivered with a hint of “hands off him” implied, startled Sharon, and she let go. At one point, when Sharon was it, Rach went under and popped the head of my cock in her mouth. The change from cool pool water, to the warmth inside her mouth, made me gasp, but fearing Sharon would notice the absence of Rach’s “Polo,” I reluctantly pulled away.
There was a basketball hoop at pretty close to 9 feet high. We played horse. I cheated by dunking; something I knew neither of them could do. They both complained good naturedly, that it wasn’t fair. Rach offered “The only way it’s fair, is if you help us get that high.” I reached to lift Rach by her waist, ready to comply. “Not that way” she said grinning, “go under.” I sank, squatting on the bottom, and I felt Rach climb up my back, and put her legs on either side of my head. Realizing what she was doing, I reached up and grabbed the tops of her thighs, to hold her steady, and stood up. Rach grabbed my hair to gain her balance, and I was reminded forcefully of our encounter at the fence. Rach got her balance, and removing one hand, put the other near the front of my head, her fingers on my forehead. I was walking on the bottom to where the ball floated, when I felt her hips move. Fearing she was losing her balance, I stopped walking and redoubled my grip on her thighs. I realized then, the hip motion, subtle and rhythmic, that she was humping the back of my neck. She shouted “giddy up horsy, git that ball” and, giggling, bounced up and down slightly, grinding her clit into my spine.
I was at a loss as to how to react, so I just continued to the ball (as slowly as I could without being obvious I was stalling so Rach could enjoy the ride). I managed to give her about a minute of fun, not enough to satisfy her, but all I could give. She dunked the ball with ease, and then it was Sharon’s turn. I swam up to her with the ball, and not waiting, swam behind, under her small, but tight ass, and came up, her warm pussy pushed hard on my neck. She squeezed her legs tight to my ears, and I had to pry them apart, or fear getting squished. Sharon didn’t do anything as blatant as Rach’s grinding, but I felt her wiggling in a way that had nothing to do keeping her balance.
Sharon said she wanted to see how a real swimmer swam, and Rach agreed. “What do you want to see?” I said, aiming to please. Rach spoke up with excitement “The one where you go through the air.” “It’s called Butterfly Rach” I said, playfully exasperated. I swam some fly, wondering if my ass was as good a show for the girls, as the show I had gotten watching girls on my team swim it. When I finished, Sharon said she wanted to see backstroke. I knew what that was about. As I swam, rolling from side to side (good technique) my dick swung from side to side like a pendulum, splashing into the water with a thunk at each roll. It surprised me how good it felt, and I wondered briefly, if I could actually cum from it, but finished, and asked if we could have another drink, our daiquiri glasses sitting empty at the edge of the pool.
Sharon jumped out of the pool and scampered inside, and I swam over to Rach. “Having fun?” I asked, putting my hand on her hip, and sliding it up and down to caress the side of her butt. “I’m so horny I could jump on you” she said, no hint of a smile on her lips. She grabbed by cock with both hands and pulled me to her, my hand sliding around her butt cheek to burry itself between her legs. “I can’t take it any more” she pleaded, “let’s go home.” I offered, “how about we go into the Jacuzzi first.” Without responding she turned, and leading me by my dick, like a dog on a leash, she pulled me to the side of the pool, pulled herself up and squatting, wiggled her ass and pussy in my face, and then sprinted to the Jacuzzi.
I followed, getting used to the bounce my fully engorged cock made as I walked. I slipped in as Rach, leaning over the side, turned the jets to full. The water bubbled and frothed, making it an excellent screen for any underwater actions. Rach found a jet rising from the bench seat, and squatting over it, facing the sliding glass doors to keep an eye out for Sharon, pierced me with a look that clearly meant business, and said, “give me your hand.” I scooted along the bench to sit beside where she crouched, and, grabbing my hand, pulled it behind her, underwater to her pussy. “Put your fingers in me,” she said, half begging and half commanding, with such animal intensity, I was shocked. Never having done, or even thought about doing this to a girl, I took a finger, and searched for an opening. I apparently wasn’t moving fast enough, because Rach reached between her legs with both hands, grabbed two of my fingers, pulled them strait, and plunged them in hard. Still having no idea what I was doing, I just followed Rach’s example, and buried my fingers as deep as I could, then pulled them out to the tips, and buried them again.
I continued burying and pulling almost out as Rach put her hand on my leg for support, and squeezed. “Harder!” she commanded, all trace of begging gone. I plunged up as hard as I could, lifting her off her feet, and she grunted, unlike anything I had heard from her. It was low and throaty, completely animal. I repeated that as fast as I could, bouncing Rach off her feet over and over again. Her grunting got louder and ended with a tiny squeak as I bottomed out in her each time. Just as I was about to interrupt her, fearing the noise might bring Sharon, her grunt turned into a long shuddering squeal, she crashed down onto my hand, pinning my wrist with her ass, and writhed on my fingers, uncontrollably. She sat there, smashed onto my hand in an orgasmic fit, till long after the breath powering her squeal had expired, then collapsed back against the side of the Jacuzzi, melting sideways, she put her head on my shoulder and gasped for air.
I looked down at her face expecting to see contentment, or a wicked smile; instead I saw a stuporous drunken look. She snapped out of it quickly, when the sliding glass door opened. Turning to me, she smiled drunkenly, and whispered “I love you Jake.” I smiled and started to move to extricate my hand before Sharon arrived. “Her look flashed panic “No, don’t move your hand please.” It was a little awkward, but I positioned myself as best I could to appear that I was just slouching, and nodded. “I tried pinna coladas this time, but I’m not sure I got it right” Sharon said, walking up to the edge of the Jacuzzi, and offering us each a glass. I took mine with my unencumbered hand and Rachel took hers with a shaking hand. Sharon slid in opposite us, and we all had a well-deserved drink. I hadn’t tried much alcohol, but I knew it was very strong. I had felt a buzz from the first drink, and knew this was going to really hit me hard soon. I sat there drinking, and listening as Rach, and Sharon talked.
With nothing else to do, I started exploring Rach’s pussy with the two fingers I still had buried inside. At first I explored slowly and carefully, not wanting to hurt Rach, or make her move away, robbing me of this opportunity. She wiggled a little when I first started, a little surprised maybe, but quickly mastered herself, and looked completely undistracted, as Sharon talked about some boy.
Rach’s pussy was small, smooth and tight at the opening, but inside, it opened up a little. Most of the inside was soft and smooth, but on the back of my fingers, I felt a spongy spot, rougher and pushed slightly away from the wall at the front of her pussy. I parted my fingers to the sides of the spongy spot, and used a scissor motion to lightly grip the spongy flesh. Rach jerked, and her hand gripped my thigh underwater like a vise. I repeated the scissor motion, and Rach’s fingernails dug into my leg. I thought maybe I was hurting her; that her hand was telling me to stop, so I paused my scissors. Rach looked at me out of the corner of her eyes, and nodded almost imperceptibly. I returned to my motion, Rach’s hand released its grip on my leg, and slithered to my rigid cock.
She didn’t stroke it; she gripped it like she had my leg. Having been hard without cumming for hours, the pain was intense, and strangely pleasurable. We sat there, me chopping that spongy spot, her hand locked on my cock. Rach downed half her drink in one gulp, and asked, “I’m sorry Sharon, can I have some more”, interrupting Sharon in mid story. Sharon, momentarily put off, said O.K.” and got out to go get another drink.
As soon as the door closed, Rach exploded all over my hand; I think she had been holding back. Looking at me, she bucked her hips, and panted as she came. Her hand on my cock was moving as a result of her gyrations, and as she finished, I felt myself on the verge of finally blowing this long waiting load. “ please don’t stop Rach” I pleaded, she immediately responded by taking a big breath and diving under, putting the head of my cock in her mouth, and using both hands to jerk me. I came within seconds of her mouth touching my cock, and thrusting my hips upward, unable to stop myself, I pushed the top of Rach’s head out of the water with my cock. She swallowed all of my cum and kept sucking; and I had to pull her head off my dick, or she would have sucked the life out of me.
She sat back next to me, holding my dick like she was holding my hand and we relaxed, completely spent. When Sharon returned, Rach said “Jake why don’t you sit up on the edge so Sharon can get a good LOOK.” She emphasized the last word, making sure there was no doubt that a look was all she would get. We stayed another half hour. Sharon could get a long look whenever she wanted, which was enough to keep me hard, and look she did. I asked if she liked it. She said “It’s awesome; I wish I could find one for me.” When we were pulling our suits back on to go home, Sharon said “you guys should come back next weekend, my parents will be gone the whole weekend. We’ll have the whole house to ourselves.” Leaving no doubt in my head, what she had in mind.
Rach and I were exhausted as we made our way across our backyard. “I’m spent” she said as we reached the door. I stopped her, and turning her towards me, bent and kissed her lightly on the lips; a goodnight kiss. Then we walked into our house, brother and sister, and aside from stolen glances, we were content to be “normal”; for the rest of the night, anyway.
END PART 4
MY SISTER & THE EXCHANGE STUDENT PART 5 SHOPPING
I went to bed early, needing to get up early for practice. I typed “Good night Little Sis. I had a great time with you today” On our still open chat, while I was getting ready for bed. I turned the computer to be sure she could see me sleeping, and setting the alarm for 4:45am, went to bed naked.
I woke up to the alarm, a hard on greeting me. I’m sure Rachel had something to do with that (remembering disjointed images of her from my dreams). I got up, stumbled to my computer, and noticed Rachel had moved her computer to her bedside table. I could see, through the webcam, her sleeping face. I saw she had chatted me, and read “I had a great time with you too. I’ll pick you up after your lessons.” It was great she knew I taught lessons after practice on Mondays, I thought; then again, she probably asked mom last night when I would be done at the pool. I typed “Another driving lesson I hope. I love the way you teach” and, pulling on a pair of shorts, and some tennis shoes, left my room.
I grabbed a power bar and filled my water bottle on my way through the kitchen. Out the back door, I got my training bike, (I did triathlons during the summer) and was off, my mind groggily flipping through how my life had changed in 48 hours.
Practice sucked. I had no energy, and Coach was on me the whole practice. By the time practice ended at 8:30, I had decided too much of an incredibly good thing, was still too much, and resigned myself to rationing my Rachel time. I taught lessons for two hours, trying not to think of the ride home. Teaching 6 year olds with a big woody wouldn’t go over well.
When I was done, I picked up my check, and headed to get my bike. Rach was waiting for me out front. I smiled at her, and shoved my bike in the back as best I could. I got in, and turned to say hi. Rach leaned over and kissed me. It was arm and wonderful. After a couple of minutes of making out, she pulled away smiling. “I got our present.” She beamed, handing me a small box. Remembering our online shopping, I hurriedly opened the box, as Rach drove us away from the pool. It was exactly like the picture had shone; a small egg, attached via a cord to a butterfly, and a remote. I played with the remote. It had two buttons. The first worked the egg, and cycled through three speeds, the second worked the butterfly the same way.
Feeling I had a handle on it, I looked up, only to see we weren’t on our way home. “Where are we going?” I asked.
Rach looked at me long enough to say “Shopping” in an exited way, and then returned to paying attention to the road.
“Cool. Can we stop by the bank so I can cash my check?” I asked. “No problem Big Bro.” she answered, emphasizing the “Big”.
After the bank, Rach pointed us toward the mall. When we got there, she found the farthest parking space possible and pulled in. I looked at her questioningly. “I want to try my new present.” She said excitedly, in answer to my questioning look, and bouncing up, turned to face me. I turned, also, our legs fighting for space in the gap between the two front seats. She had on a summer dress similar to the one she had worn to church, except this one was dark purple, and the front was much lower, showing off her chest.
“Here?” I said, confused.
“No silly, but I can’t get it on ‘IN’ the mall.”
Now I got the picture. She lifted up her dress, and I saw she had on light purple, very tight panties. “You really are beautiful” I said, still astounded by my good fortune.
“Thanks, you’re so sweet” she said, pulling down her panties, and spreading her knees wide. “Help me put it on.” She said eagerly.
More than happy to help, I took the egg, and put it up to her open, but tinny pussy. “I’m not sure it’ll fit Rach.” I said, nervous I’d hurt her.
“Sure it will, go ahead.” She encouraged. I pushed a little, and her pussy slowly swallowed the egg. “Make sure it’s in there good” she directed, so I pushed a finger in after it, and moved it around till I got it up against her little sponge.
“Ooo, that the spot” she cooed, and I pulled out my finger, now slick with her juices, and sucked my finger clean. “You’re dirty” she said in a low voice.
She put the butterfly on her clit, tightened the straps, and pulled her panties back up. “Now Jake, we need to set some rules.” She said in her big sister voice.
“Shoot” I said encouragingly, willing to do whatever she said at this point.
“We need a secret word. If I say it you have to stop.” Rach said, a note of worry in her cute voice.
“O.K., but then, it needs to be an unusual word.” I returned, “Otherwise I won’t know if you really mean it.” We both sat there thinking. I glanced at the box our new toy had come in, and saw the name “Butterfly Bliss”. “How about butterfly?” I offered. Smiling, Rachel said “Perfect!”
“You want to see how it feels?” I asked, hungrily.
“Yes please.” Rach answered, and I looked at the remote, deciding to try the egg first.
“Here goes” I said, and clicked the button once. Rach sat for a moment, silently. “I feel it.” She giggled. I clicked the button a second time. “Ooo, that’s nice.” She purred. I clicked the button a third time. Rach’s eyes went wide; she bent forward a little, putting her hands on my legs, and huffed “Wow…I…can’t…move”. I turned it off. Her body visibly relaxing Rach said breathlessly “I don’t think we should use that third one unless we’re alone.”
“Ready for the butterfly?” I asked, like a kid with a new toy.
“Uhu!” Rach replied, sounding, if possible more eager than me. I clicked the butterfly button once. “Rach shifted in her seat. “Mmmm” was all she said. I clicked the button a second time. “Her hips twitched, and she squeezed her knees together. Looking up into my eyes, she growled “That feels amazing.” Still staring in each other’s eyes, I pushed the button a third time. Rach managed to keep her eyes on my for a few moments, her legs shaking slightly, and then her eyes rolled up, and she squeaked her little squeak. Pushing the button again, stopped the leg shaking, and Rach’s eyes returned to mine. “We defiantly need to be alone for that” she giggled.
“Let’s go” Rach said brightly, and we got out and headed across the parking lot, hand in hand. Eager to get started, and remote at the ready, I clicked the egg once. Rach missed a step, but quickly regained her composure. We walked another 50 feet, and I clicked the egg a second time. At that, Rach stopped walking.
Standing still, mid step, she squeezed my hand. “Jake” she said panting slightly.
“Yes Rach?” I said innocently.
She stood there another 20 to 30 seconds, lost to the world, “I think I’m gona need something from the car.” She whined.
“What?” I said, baffled.
“The little pink bag in the glove compartment.”
“O.K., Be right back” I said, and sprinted to the car. I was back in no time. “Here you go” I said, handing her the bag.
With shaking hands, she clumsily opened the drawstring, and pulled out a maxi-pad. Hiking up her dress, she pulled down her panties a little. While trying as best I could to block her from view, I looked down at what she was doing. I could see the crotch of her panties had darkened where pussy juice had started to wet them. Rach put the pad on, and clumsily rearranged her panties, and dress.
“All set?” I asked brightly.
“Yes” she returned determinedly.
She haltingly, took a few steps, and gradually seemed to get some control; some control I say, because her legs wobbled sporadically, causing a strait walk, to become a meandering stroll, with occasional pauses, where she struggled to regain her composure. As we approached the entrance I turned off the egg, giving her a break.
Rach immediately relaxed, and turning to me, said “This is going to be a long day” Smiling weakly.
“Tell you what. I’ll make a deal with you.” She waited expectantly for me to continue. “You say my name whenever you are cumming, and I’ll keep track. At the end of the day, for every time you came, you get me as your slave for one hour.” Rach looked at me with such a look of evil delight that I wondered what I was getting myself into.
“Wait, there’s more.” I said, trying to ignore her look. “Any time you say my name without cumming, or cum without saying my name, I get an hour of you as my slave.” I could see she was thinking hard.
After a long pause she asked “what kind of slave?”
I replied immediately “Complete and total, in every way. You have to call the other ‘Master’. You have to do everything the master commands. You have to answer every question with complete honesty.”
Rach thought for a few more seconds, and then answered “you’re goin down Big Bro.”
“Excellent” I replied, and, pushing the clit button twice, opened the door to the mall for her, and watched her stumble through.
Walking very slowly, Rach holding my hand for support, we made it to the mall map before Rach had her first orgasm. She leaned on the map, and squeezed my hand.
“Jake” she said, dutifully panting my name.
“That’s one for you” I said, and clicked the pussy vibe back to 1 to let her recover. I wanted to make this game last.
“Where to first?” I asked, looking at the map. She pointed to a store on the map
“Here, I want a new swim suit” she said slightly winded.
“Great” I said, and we were off.
The store was close, and I waited till we got to the entrance before turning the vibe back to 2. Rach managed to get to the swim suit area of the store before her second orgasm. Letting go of my hand, she grabbed a clothing rack with both hands, and said “Jaaaaake” as she shook; her pelvis moving with spasmic thrusts. I turned the clit vibe off, letting her rest, and started looking through the suits with her. She found a metallic blue string bikini with ties on the hips, and small triangles as the top. I found a white bikini that had a thong on the bottom, and a tube top.
We found the changing area, and unfortunately, there was an attendant. Bummed that one of my fantasies would not come true today, I waited, while Rach went in to try them on. As soon as Rach closed the changing room door, I turned both vibes to 2. I heard a gasp, and a bang, as if she had fallen into the wall. The attendant asked if she needed help, and I was laughing silently as I heard her wildly fluctuating voice answer “No…I’m fine”.
Thinking I could get my first score on our little bet by making her cum, I was surprisingly not disappointed when I heard her call out “Jake?” in a high squeak. She was a smart one. I had to give her that.
Keeping up her deception, I approached the door “Yea Rach?” I said casually through the door.
“Please…I can’t…try…them….Jaaaaaake…” she whispered franticly. I turned the clit off, but left the egg on 1.
“That’s 2 more for you. Is that better?” I asked snickering to myself.
After a brief pause she answered “yes, thank you.”
After a minute, she opened the door. She had the bikini she had picked, on. It was over her panties, which I guess is what you’re supposed to do. I liked it a lot. It was tight, and the metallic sheen made it seem wet. Rach turned so I could see her butt. It wasn’t a thong, but the triangle of suit covering her butt was narrow enough to show the dimples caused by her muscles that I liked so much. I glanced back to make sure the attendant wasn’t watching, then pulled down the front of my shorts to show Rach how much I liked it.
She grinned her evil grin, and said “good hu?”
I nodded. “Now the one I picked out.” And I closed the door, returning to the bench across the aisle to wait. As I sat there adjusting my cock to relieve some pressure, the attendant was called away. Seizing the moment, I quickly crossed the aisle, and snuck in Rach’s changing room.
“The attendant left” I said conspiratorially, as I scooped her up and kissed her.
“You’re going to get us in trouble” she said in false concern.
“I’ve always wanted to do this” I confessed, kissing her again. While we kissed, Rach gripped my cock through my shorts, and squeezed.
“I want to see your cock again” she whispered into my mouth.
I let go of her, still kissing, and slid down my shorts. Rach held it as we kissed, lightly playing her hand across the head. I shuddered, and felt her mouth smile on mine. Breaking the kiss, she smiled evilly again, and keeping eye contact, lowered herself onto her knees. Although I had cum into her mouth twice, she had not actually given me a blow job, so I was unprepared for the intensity of sensation as she lowered her mouth onto me. She played with the head at first; running her tongue around the collar, and sucking it like a lollypop, making little popping noises as she pulled her mouth away. Then she worked her way down, licking in long strokes like a Popsicle, the ridge along the bottom of my cock, looking up at me with those big green eyes.
She put her mouth back around the head, and slowly worked her head up and down; going a little farther down each time, her tongue massaging the ridge along the bottom of my dick as she went. She got fully half of me in her mouth before I couldn’t take it any longer. I pushed both vibes to 3, and grabbed her head, not to ram into her, but simply to keep from falling.
I felt her shaking with the power of the vibes, and said “I’m coming” just as the first jet of cum erupted from me, into her mouth. She was lost enough in her own senses, that she didn’t swallow, but let it leak out the sides of her mouth. As I finished, cum dribbling down her chin and pooling on the floor, she shuddered, and her knees slid apart. Doing a semi splits on the floor, humping the air, she silently screamed, her eyes wide. I turned off the vibes after maybe 15 seconds, and, still holding her head, helped her to the chair. Her glassy stare wore off quickly, and coming back to reality, shook her head trying to come out of her stupor.
“That’s one for me” I said smiling, and helped her out of the white bikini bottoms she had just gushed all over (the maxi-pad, apparently, not up to the challenge).
“Not fair” she pouted, finally regaining her senses, “you put them on 3.”
“You said only when we are alone” I said, mockingly looking around. I could see by the resigned look on her face, that she agreed it was fair. I kissed her quickly, and snuck back out of the room.
She emerged several minutes later. Her composure regained, and we put the white bikini, drenched in her cum, back on the rack. “I had to use my last pad” Rach said as we made our way to the register; “and my panties are soaked” she said, lifting up her dress for me to see.
“Keep doing that, and we’re going to have to find another dressing room so you can relieve my pressure” I joked, showing her my (because of her) continuous bulge.
I bought the blue bikini for her, to her surprise and thanks, and we went to get a bite at the food court. I decided not to use the egg vibe for the rest of our time at the mall. It seemed to be the cause of her gushing, and I didn’t want her worrying about it. I reasoned it only fair then, to keep the clit vibe on one, at minimum.
We both got Sparro’s pizza, and picked a spot by the waterfall to eat. I really liked the affect keeping the clit vibe on low was having on Rach. She was twitchy, and wiggled in her seat, continuously distracted.
We talked for a while; Rach telling me about some of the times she had masturbated watching me. I was surprised that they didn’t always involve watching me masturbate. She masturbated to me working out. She masturbated to me measuring my cock. She even masturbated to me sleeping once, explaining that I had had a hard on while I slept, and she had imagined I was dreaming about her.
“You don’t have to imagine any more” I told her.
She reached her foot under the table and scrunched her toes on the top of my foot, saying “you are wonderful”.
We were finishing up our lunch, and about to get on with shopping, when two of Rach’s friends walked by. “Hey Rachel” one of them said, coming over to our table.
“Hi” answered Rach, turning to greet them. One of the girls glanced at me, and Rach said “Jake, this is Sandy, pointing to the tall, skinny girl with jet black hair that fell half way down her back, and this is Nicole, pointing to a girl similar to Rach, though not as tan, or cute, and with blue eyes.
“Guys” Rach continued, “this is” (there was the briefest of pauses, which was either her trying to decide weather or not to introduce me as her brother, or her realizing she had said my name, and was going to have to say it again) “Jake” she finished.
They sat down for a few minutes to talk, and I resisted the urge to turn the clit vibe up. It turned out, they were on her volleyball team, and they talked about volleyball, which I zoned out of. Rach continued to caress my foot with hers as they talked. These bouts of hidden intimacy that we shared in the company of the unaware, were intoxicating. I could tell Rach saw them as a turn-on too, which just made them even more addictive. I wondered if we would keep pushing it further. The eventual certainty that we would get caught strangely offered little opposition.
They finished talking, Sandy and Nicole saying they were going to the Cineplex. As they walked away, Rach turned to me. “Shit” was all she said.
Rach led the way to whatever store she wanted to go to next, and I played with the remote; switching the clit vibe between low and medium. Rach had gotten used to the low setting, and was able to walk pretty normally, albeit more slowly on that setting. When I switched to medium, however, she would stagger slightly; and unable to walk, would wobble out of the pedestrian traffic, to hug a wall, or sit on a plant stand. Twice along the way, she whispered my name.
I had to congratulate myself on the idea of having her say my name to signal she was coming. It was such a turn on for me, that by the time we got to Rach’s destination, she wasn’t the only one finding it difficult to walk.
I looked up as she turned into a store, and read Victoria’s Secret. This was more than I could have hoped for. We shopped for a while there; Rach and I both picking things out for her. She knew her size (32b, 2) and so we didn’t bother trying things on, besides, I was looking forward to the fashion show I would hopefully get later.
I had left the vibe on low, but eventually the cumulative affect must have caught up with Rach. While looking through baby doll teddies near the back of the store, Rach sat down. In a frantic whisper, she whined “Please, Jake, I can’t take it anymore.”
“You know the word.” I said, mimicking a butterfly with my hands, ”and that’s 1 more for me.”
She realized her mistake, and seemed angry at herself. I wanted this to be fun for both of us, and besides, I didn’t want to lose my remote privileges, so I offered “Look Rach, tell you what. One more time, and I’ll turn it off, and, I’ll go get the jeep and bring it around to the entrance we just passed.”
Looking mostly relieved, and thankful, but with a slight tone of caution, she asked “one more where?”
I sat next to her, put my arm around her, and patting my lap, said “Right here.”
She looked at me, and smiled, the worn out look evaporating, and whispered “only if you take your dick out.”
I was so turned on, I didn’t hesitate. I lifted her onto my lap, and scooting her forward, unzipped my shorts. With a little elbow grease my cock sprang free. Rach slid back on my lap, wedging my dick between her ass cheeks.
“Tell me what you want.” I whispered into her ear, holding up the remote.
“You” she whispered back, and reaching under her dress, pulled off her panties. She stuck them in my hand, and tossed the wet pad away. Shifting the butterfly aside, she rose up, and reaching between her legs, pulled my dick forward, and sank back down between me and my dick. With her dress back down, she cupped my dick in her hand through the front of her dress, and pressed it against her pussy, grinding on my dick. Small motions of her hips slid her pussy, coated in a day’s cum, up and down me. We were both so keyed up, it only took a minute. Her grinding became jerky, and I was worried I would be left behind. She leaned back into me, and put her head on my shoulder. “Jaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaake” she whispered into my ear, the sound of her orgasming to my name, and vehemence that she lent it, gave me the final push I needed, and I added to the grinding, thrusting my hips, as her grip on my dick hardened. We both spent ourselves on each other, until, with one last twitch of her hips, she settled into me, completely relaxed.
We realized quickly, that we were a mess. I was able to wipe away enough come from my dick that I could make some semblance of respectability out of my shorts. Rach’s dress, however, was beyond hope. There was a large wet spot on the back from where she first sat, the pad having long since outlived its usefulness. She had her own cum all down the insides of her legs, and my cum was on the front of her dress, where she had held it to my dick, and had sprayed up, sticking her stomach to the dress. Telling Rach I’d take care of it, I hurriedly found the dress section (yes Victoria’s Secret has dresses) and found a size 2 that I thought she’d like, and returned, tearing off the tag as I handed it to her.
“Just say you liked it so much you decided to wear it home.” I said, as she scampered to the changing room.
She emerged a few minutes later, looking beautiful, if exhausted. I hugged her close, and she melted into me, happy and content, but clearly beyond endurance. I could feel her legs wobble as I released her.
“You rest as long as you want.” I cooed to Rach.
“Thank you Ja…Big Bro” she said, smiling at her near mistake. “I’ll be fine, just hold my hand.”
We paid (I bought the dress, she bought the fun stuff) and I walked her to a bench outside the nearest mall entrance. I ran for the car, it feeling good to wash away all the pent up adrenaline. When I got back with the jeep, and Rach had fallen asleep where I had left her. It was hard for me to mesh this cute and innocent girl with what I knew had driven her to this state. I picked her up gently in my arms, her body soft, and giving. She murmured softly as I laid her in the passenger seat. I threw the bags in back with my bike, and drove home. I parked a few blocks from home, at a little park, and kissing Rach on the forehead, drifted off to sleep myself.
Rach woke me, stoking my hair. “Morning sleepy head” she said sweetly. Lying down, her head on my lap “You take such good care of me. It’s hard to believe you’re my little brother.”
I pulled her hair back from her face, and put my hand on her back, stroking her gently. “Mmm” she sighed contentedly.
“I’m just honored to have the chance.” I said softly.
“So how did I do.?” She asked dreamily.
“Fantastic” I answered.
“No, I mean our bet” she said, getting up from my lap, and sitting, her left leg under her, facing me.
“Well, let’s see. The map was 1 for you. The swimsuit store was 1,2,3 for you, and 1 for me. The food court was 1,2 for me. Getting to Victoria’s Secret was 1,2 for you, and in Victoria’s Secret was 1 for you, and 1 for me. That makes it 7 for you, and 4 for me.
“I win” she said brightly, leaning over, and hugging me. “I can use then any time I want?” she asked hopefully.
“And so can I.” I said in my most sinister voice, in answer. Rach laughed.
We stayed there in the jeep, relaxing in each other arms and company for a while, and then we switched seats, and she drove the last few blocks home. I carried her bags in for her, and went back out to get my bike. When I got back inside, and went to my room, I could hear the shower going; Rach needed a serious cleaning.
I saw the remote on my keyboard; the chat said “I’ll keep it on. I trust you. Be gentle. XO”
As I sat there dreaming of all the places I’d like to try it, I heard my mom’s car pull up outside, and knew the dinner table would be sweet revenge.
END
Rach told mom she wasn’t feeling well, and was skipping dinner and going to bed early. I felt guilty, thinking I pushed her too much at the mall. I checked the webcam; she had left it on, so I at least knew she wasn’t mad at me. With her computer still on her bedside table, I could see her hair splayed across her pillow. Her face was turned away, so I couldn’t tell if she was sleeping, or just not moving much. I couldn’t stand the thought that I had caused her pain. I went to her door; opening it silently, I crept through, and closed it behind me.
Rach was lying in her bed, wearing one of my old t-shirts as a nightgown. “Rach? Are you O.K.? I asked as loudly as I dared; wanting to keep this visit from our mom.
She shifted in bed, and groggily lifted her head. “Hey” she said long and dreamily.
Taking that as a sign I was welcome, I went to her, and sat on the edge of her bed, near her feet. “Mom said you were sick” the concern evident in my voice.
“I was just so tired. I’ve never cum that much, or that hard in my life” she continued dreamily.
Feeling relieved, I put my hand on her calf, the closest part of her body, and, giving it a squeeze, said “I’m glad you’re O.K.”
“You got my message?” she asked, waking up a bit more.
“Yep” I chirped, “I’ll try to live up to your trust in me.” I finished, smiling.
She sat up, and pulled down her sheets. “See?” she said lifting up her shirt, clearly happy to have our toy on, and eager for me to appreciate her for it.
“I should have woken you up that way.” I kidded, pulling the remote from my pocket, where I had decided it would live forever.
“Please no more tonight” she said, exhaustedly flopping backwards, not bothering to pull up her sheets, or pull down her shirt. “My whole body aches like I ran a marathon.”
“Do you want a massage?” I asked, then added “no funny business, I promise” Showing her the remote returning to my pocket.
“That would be wonderful” she said luxuriously stretching.
Swimming being a co-ed sport, I had given, and received many massages from girl teem-mates at meets, so I had developed a pretty good technique. After turning her over, and having her remove her shirt, I gave her a full body, deep tissue massage. Rach ooed, and groaned, clearly enjoying it. If I spent a little extra time on her butt, no one could blame me. When I was done, she gave me a big hug, and pulled me down to lay with her.
“Stay for a while, please” Rach cooed, dragging out the “please” like a kid asking for candy.
I spooned her. Rach held my arm to her with both of hers, and nestled back into me, like I was a big teddy bear. I was proud of myself that I refrained from growing a woody. It was nice to just lay there, skin on skin. With the smell of her hair so sweet, I fell asleep to blissful dreams.
I woke up with a start, panicked that I had overslept. I glanced around the room to find a clock. Finally spotting it, I saw it was 5:30am. Practice was starting right now, I thought, starting to freak. I endeavored to sooth my distress, rationalizing that I was way ahead on my attendance quota, and I would do extra running today to make up for it. Gently slipping from Rach’s bed, I locked the door just in case mom was collecting for laundry, (the only time she came upstairs) and returned to Rach.
When I woke later, it was to Rach’s panicked whisper “Jake…Jake…you’re missing practice.”
“I know” I said yawning “it was worth it.”
“You aren’t going to get in trouble?” she asked doubtfully. “Oh, Coach will ask me why I wasn’t there.” I said blithely. “Should I tell him?” I asked, smiling at Rach.
She punched me lightly in the chest. “Maybe you should” she said smiling back, and laying back down, putting her head where she had just punched me, she laid her leg across mine, and slid it slowly up and down.
“Now don’t start something you don’t intend to finish” I joked.
We laid there a while, quietly. “Jake?” Rach said, breaking the silence; concern in her voice. “I don’t know how long we can keep this a secret. I keep wanting to tell someone how happy I am.”
“Well” I said thinking, “it has to stay a secret from mom and dad. Is there anyone who you really, really, really trust?”
“You” Rach offered.
“Well I already know.” I said, smiling in spite of myself.
“I think I can trust Sharon. Besides, she told me about stuff she did with her cousin.” Rach mused.
I tried to think of Sharon’s cousins. I had met some at her pool before. The only boy cousin I knew, Timmy, was two years younger than me, making him 12. “Timmy?” I asked skeptically.
“No, Denise.” Rach answered.
“Wow!” blurted from me, remembering Denise. She was older, maybe 18; a tall and skinny blond girl with a tattoo on her hip (I had masturbated to her also). “I need to spend more time over at that pool.” I said joking (mostly joking).
She shoved me with her hip, silently telling me to watch it. “I think you should tell her then.” I offered.
Rach sat up, “Really?” she asked, both incredulous and hopeful.
“Well you know about her and Denise. You’ve got insurance” I said, still trying to imagine Sharon and Denise.
“That’d be great” she said, and I realized, Rach wasn’t asking for advise, she was asking for consent. It was our secret, and she didn’t feel right telling someone without us both agreeing to it. “Do you want to tell someone?” she asked, a bit nervous.
“Sure” I said, “I’ll tell Denise” I added, earning me another push from Rach’s hip. “Why did Sharon tell you about Denise?” I added, still picturing them, and eager to for more info to help the images swirling through my brain.
“Oh…Well…She…um” Rach trailed off. I sat up too, my curiosity peaking, and turned to face Rach. I noticed she was looking down at her hands, obviously embarrassed.
“Rach?” I said, trying to coax her past her embarrassment. “She was telling me how much fun it was with a girl, she umm, wanted to, have…fun with me too.” Rach said, finishing quickly, still looking down at her hands.
“Really? Did you have ‘fun’?” I asked, my excitement showing. She looked up at me, and smiling a small smile, nodded her head.
“If you tell me about it, I won’t have to use one of my slave hours to get it out of you.” I said, lecherously. Rach giggled, embarrassed and maybe a little exited to share it with me.
“O.K., Let me see.” She said, clearly getting ready for a story. I laid back down, and settled myself for her tale. Rach lay on top of me, straddling my left leg. Setting her hands on my chest, and her chin on her hands, she looked at me, clearly interested in my reactions, and started her story.
“About two years ago, we were in her Jacuzzi. We were both getting off on the jets. Afterwards, Sharon asked if I’d had someone go down on me yet. I told her no, and asked if she had. She said she had had a couple of people do it. I asked how it was. Sharon said that the first time was Tyler Stevens, a boy from our class that she went with for a while. She said it was weird; he licked her like he was lapping water. She said the second time she got “eaten out’ she called it, it was amazing, better than the Jacuzzi. I asked who did it. She said it was a girl. I was surprised. I tried to think of which of our friends did it to her. I asked if it was Karen, or Nicole. I knew they both liked girls. She said no, and I thought she wasn’t going to tell me. Then she just kinda blurted out ‘Denise’.”
I shifted a little, giving my cock room to grow, and Rach giggled a little. “Get to the good stuff” I said impatiently.
“O.K. O.K., be patient.” She giggled some more, then continued. “So I asked why it was so good. She said it was like Denise knew what she liked. Sharon got up on the edge of the Jacuzzi and showed me her pussy. I’d seen it of course. We’d been swimming naked and using the Jacuzzi together for a while.”
My cock was at full strength by now, and cramped in my shorts. I reached down with my right hand, and undid my shorts. My cock sprang free, landing on the side of Rach’s left butt cheek. She looked over her shoulder, and giggled “Someone’s enjoying my story.”
“So she was showing me her pussy, and trying to explain. I wasn’t getting it. Sharon told me to sit on the edge of the Jacuzzi too. I thought she was going to keep explaining, but when I got up on the edge, she got back in, and came over to me. ‘Let me show you?’ she asked.”
My dick throbbed and bounced on Rach’s ass. Rach ground her crotch on my hip a little, getting turned on too, either from the story, or from the affect the story was having on me, or both. Rach continued, slight huskiness creeping into her voice “I wasn’t sure what to say. I guess my curiosity won out, cuz I said ‘O.K.’ It was strange at first. I’d never thought of Sharon that way, but she must have learned a lot from Denise; it felt so good.”
She had growled “good”, through her teeth, and pushed her pussy into my hip bone hard. I put my left hand on her right ass cheek, and squeezed. Through the distraction, Rach continued breathily, “I came really suddenly, and Sharon was so nice, I wasn’t nervous about it anymore. We’ve done it a bunch since then” Rach finished.
I was putting things together in my head. “Didn’t you have a sleep-over last year at Sharon’s, with Denise?” I asked, retracing my memory. I continued in a rush as my brain caught up “I remember, because mom sent me over to get you the next day, and I had to go around to the front door, because you guys weren’t outside. You wouldn’t open the door. And then when you did, they were standing behind you giggling. I remember that too, because I thought you were all making fun of me.” “But you weren’t making fun of me” I offered, understanding blossoming. “I interrupted you guys while you were…” I trailed off, hardly believing my reasoning.
Rach smiled guiltily and nodded. “You want to know the best part?” she said, leading me. “Sharon had her finger in my pussy while I was talking to you. That’s why they were giggling.” Rach finished with another hard grind into my hip.
“I can’t take much more Rach” I said, “My dick is so hard it’s killing me.”
She reached back, and squeezed it with her left hand. “I wish it was killing me” she said, looking at me seriously.
“Really? Do you mean…” I trailed off as Rach nodded. She sat up on her knees, and popping our toy out, discarded it, and straddled me. She leaned forward, putting her hands to either side of my head; her beautiful torso hanging suspended over me.
“Can I?” Rach asked hopefully.
“YES!” I answered. “But I need to pull out before I cum.”
Without answering me, Rach reached between her legs and grabbed me. She backed up, and I felt the warmth, and wetness of her pussy on the head of my cock. She moved it up and down her pussy, teasing us both. As Rach backed up, I felt my head pushing her apart. Slowly, she pushed back harder; her hand shaking, still holding my cock to her. In an instant, I felt the head of my dick enveloped. It was so much more intense than anything I had experienced; I grabbed the bed, holding myself from floating away. I looked up at Rachel, my beautiful sister, hovering over me. Her face was a mixture of shock, pleasure and pain. Breathing deeply, she lowered herself slowly onto me.
I felt the tightness of her pussy pressing against my cock; resisting her advance. Rach continued slowly lowering herself onto me. Then, with most of my cock wrapped tightly by Rach’s amazing pussy, I felt pressure on the end of my dick. Rach froze, and staying still, quivering slightly. She held herself there, completely filled by me, for a few seconds, and then after one more deep breath she started to move. At first her movements were slow and deliberate. An inch up, and back down, and again an inch, and again.
Her speed gradually increased, and our eyes locked, as her breathing shortened. Her eyes turned fierce, as she continued to build speed, and gradually, she rose higher, and came down harder. I grabbed her ass, pulling her onto me. Her breath, now gasps, ended with a squeak. I was not able to last any longer, and warned “Rach I’m gona cum!”
She lifted her ass up popping her pussy from around me, and jumped back on the bed, grabbing my cock. Before she could lower her mouth onto me, my first jet of cum sprayed up into her face. Her lips enveloped me, and I bucked my hips into her, sinking deep into her mouth. I came hard into her, grunting with each release.
As my thrusts diminished, and I came back down, all I could think of was that I NEEDED to make her cum too. With adrenaline surging through me, I slid up in her bad, yanking my dick from her hand and mouth. Rach looked at me, a question in her eyes, as I got off the bed. I grabbed her, and spun her away from me.
Seeing her ass in the air propelled me into action. I aimed my dick into her, and thrusting deep, filled her; but that was for me. I knew what she needed. I angled downward with my dick, aiming for the spongy spot that would make her go insane. It was harder to feel with my dick than my fingers, but I knew when I hit it.
Her back arched, and she grunted, and I knew I was home. I slammed that spot, and her grunts turned into whines. Holding her hips, I pulled her into my thrusts, powering into her. Rach’s whines silenced, and I was about to change my aim, when I felt her pussy clamp down, and at the same time, push my dick, as if it was trying to eject me. My hold on her hips kept her up as her legs went straight, her knees coming off the bed.
I held her there, forcing my dick to remain buried as her legs shook violently at my sides. Finally I heard her take deep gasp of air, and her whole body convulsed. I managed to keep hold of her hips, but barely, as every muscle in her body contorted her. Her flailing ended abruptly and she melted, quivering on the bed, occasional spasms causing her legs to jump feebly. I lay down on top of her prone body, nestling my dick, coated in her cum, between her ass cheeks, and held her there till her spasms ceased.
“Was that your first time?” Rach panted.
“Uhu” I panted back. “Sorry I came so quick; but it felt so good inside you.”
“You were great.” She dismissed my concern. “I was worried I wouldn’t be able to take you. But I did it.” She continued proudly. “That as my first time too.” she admitted.
“Well you were great too” I said. Flexing her ass against my dick, she smiled sweetly over her shoulder “Thanks Big Bro.”
I rolled off of her, and onto my back. Rach put her head back on my chest. We laid there for a while, luxuriating in our shared, post-cum high.
Rach fell asleep, but I, wanting to get my run out of the way before the morning cool was replaced by the daytime heat, reluctantly slid out from under my sleeping sister, and snuck to my room to change into my running gear. As I changed, I left Rach a msg on the computer. “Gone for a long run. Be back by 10:30.” I got on my bike, and started the 5 mile bike to the park where I liked to run.
When I returned home, Rach was gone. She had left me a msg. “I told Sharon!!! OMG I was nervous. Had some errands. Be back by 12. LUV U”
I sat and stared at her last 2 words. “She loves me” I thought, overcome with pleasure and undeserved gratitude that I was on the receiving end of this angel’s love. I went and took a much needed shower, reveling in my sister’s love.
Dad was coming back today and I had yet to mow the lawn. Knowing it was worth the work to keep him from harping about it all through dinner; out I went, in shorts and sneakers, the “Rach Remote” in my pocket as always.
As I was tackling the back yard, I saw Sharon peek up over the fence, and wave at me. “Oh God” I thought to myself. She knows. And then I thought “she’s probably naked behind that fence”. Without any thought of being unfaithful to Rach, (I wasn’t sure what our relationship demanded, but it felt like it would be wrong) I tuned off the mower, and walked over to Sharon. “Hay Jake” she said tauntingly. “Hi Sharon” I returned.
She was standing on the fence rail on her side, putting her above me. Weather because, being my height, I was unused to people looking down on me, or because I felt particularly vulnerable with the situation, I climbed up on the fence rail on our side, bringing me close, and raising me above Sharon. Glancing casually down, I saw that my assumption was correct; she was on her tiptoes, bare ass to the world.
I had been naked with her for hours at her pool, but somehow this was different. Maybe because Rach wasn’t here, she seemed more appealing. I looked more blatantly, feeling no shame; after all, she had looked at my dick just as blatantly at the Jacuzzi.
Sharon bounced slightly on her toes, bringing my eyes up to her breasts. They trembled with her motion, her nipples writing in the air. Seeming at least unconcerned, and at most happy, with my unveiled ogling, she said knowingly “I heard you had fun this morning”.
Feeling myself laid bare, I attempted to even the score. “Well you’ve been having fun with Rach for a while. It was my turn.” I quipped. That set her aback.
The score being evened now, I attempted to turn the conversation more neutral. “So, do you know where Rach went?”
Sharon gigged, and springing off the fence, walked away; her naked but bouncing. She looked over her shoulder, one of Rach’s evil grins on her face, and said “you’ll see.”
That teaser kept me preoccupied as I worked to finish the lawn. Sharon was obviously in the know, and seemed excited by it. There was just no figuring it out. I resigned myself to being patient, and waiting till Rach returned.
I finished my work, and was in the kitchen pouring myself some lemonade to cool off, when I heard Rach’s jeep pull alongside our house. I poured a second glass, and went out onto the patio in the back yard.
“Rach, I’m back here” I yelled, sitting in one of the chairs under the awning. Rach rounded the corner. She was wearing her “Bite Me” shorts (little pink shorts with “Bite Me” in big white letters across her ass), and a tank top that ended 3 or 4 inches from the shorts.
“Wow, you look good enough to eat” I said getting to my feet. She skipped over to me, and dropping her bag, jumped onto me, her legs wrapping around my waist.
“So do you, Big Bro” she cooed, and we kissed, me holding her ass to keep her from slipping. As our kiss subsided, I sat down, bringing Rach with me onto my lap.
“I brought you lemonade” I said, gesturing to her glass.
“Thanks,” she said sweetly, bending to recover her drink.
Sitting back up, and looking slightly down at me, she turned more serious. “We need to talk.” She pronounced.
“That’s never good” I responded, feeling a cloud coming.
“No, no, it’s nothing bad, really!” She interjected, attempting to assuage my evident worry. “I told Sharon about this morning.” She said, a bit guiltily.
“I know, she told me.” I returned, and now it was Rach’s turn to look worried.
“You talked? What about?” she asked, concern furrowing her pretty brow.
“Just that she heard about last night, and you were out on an errand that ‘I’d find out about’ when you got home.” I offered, seeing her worry fade some, but not completely.
“Oh good.” She said, clearly gathering herself for something. “Sharon thinks it’s hot, you and me” she started, “but she was bummed, because she wanted to um…get with you.”
I responded “I’d never do that to you Rach.”
“I know. You’re sweet.” She said quickly, indicating I should shut up and listen. “We came up with a way she could kinda have you” she continued, “but not really” she added, seeing slight alarm on my face. “I picked up this” she said, bending over to retrieve the bag she had brought. She put the bag between us, and opened it for me to look inside. I peered into the bag. All I could see was 1 good sized plastic carton, the kind of packaging on stuff that makes it impossible to open. I reached in and lifted the package, seeing the nervousness on Rach’s face. I read “Dildo Molding Kit, Size Large.”
Speechless, I looked to Rach, encouraging her to explain. “See” she said, pointing to the picture of a man holding his dick in one hand, and an exact copy dildo in the other. “This way, she can have part of you” she giggled a little on the word “part”, “and you don’t have too…” she trailed off, her look of worry returning. I sat there, trying to catch up; to make my brain wrap around the concept.
“I guess it’s sorta flattering.” I finally responded cautiously, seeing Rach’s face light up.
“You’ll do it then?” Rach piped, bouncing on my lap. “Sure, why not.” I conceded.
Rach pulled the bag from between us, and pressed herself to me. We made out, Rach grinding her hips into the bulge in the front of my shorts. I slipped my hand in my pocket, and pushed the clit button once. She jumped; a surprised naughty smile lit her face.
“You are bad” she scolded.
“Can we do it now?” Rach asked, looking at the package.
“O.K.” I answered, and hopping off my lap, grabbing the bag in one hand, and my hand, in the other, she led me into the house, and up to the bathroom. She managed to get the package open, and read the instructions, while I sat, seemingly forgotten on the edge of the tub.
Working like a scientist absorbed in her experiment, I watched her ass moving as she worked at the sink. “In about 5 minutes, I’m gona need you.” she said preoccupied.
“Then I need you right now.” I answered her, feeling left out.
She turned to me “I’m sorry sweetie, I’m ignoring you aren’t I?” she said, coming over to me, and bending at the waist to kiss me.
“I’m just sayin” I muttered between kisses, “if you want somthin to mold, you gota work for it.” “Besides, don’t you want Sharon to know, every time she uses ‘me’, you’re the one who got me that way?” I chided, when our kiss ended.
“I know” she said brightly, and she pulled off her top, and turned her ass to me wiggling it in my face.
I bit her butt, not hard, but enough for her to squeal. “I’m just following directions” I joked, and then I slowly pulled down her shorts, gradually revealing her perfect ass. She continued wiggling as I lowered her shorts.
“That better?” she asked, turning to me, her butt continuing to wiggle, as she smiled innocently. It was hard to believe her face and writhing naked body were connected.
“Much” I said, my eyes now on her swaying hips.
Rach returned to her experiment, but continued to move her ass and hips while she worked. “She is really talented” I thought, following every move of her body. Finally, she turned back to me. “It’s time for your big cock” she said, looking expectantly at my crotch. “It says you need to be wet” she said, coming to me, her hips swaying.
“Let me see” she commanded, and I stood, and dropped my shorts, revealing my prized possession. Rach steered me onto the closed lid of the toilet, and pushed me down. Turning her ass to me, she bent over. I could see her pussy and asshole, slick with her juice; the toy still firmly in place over her clit.
Her hand reached to remove the toy. I stopped her. “No, leave it” I said, having picked up on just how she planned on getting my dick wet. She looked back at me, smiling evilly, and sank slowly onto me. As she I slid into her, I could feel the egg, pressed up against her little sponge. It gave way to me, and we passed, two strangers in a beautiful night. She sank all the way, landing softly on my lap, her knees wobbling.
“I’m so full” she gasped, as I reached for the pocket of my shorts. I retrieved the remote, as she started to slowly rise. I held her waist, remote in hand, and let her rise till I felt myself pass the egg again, then I held her there, and turned it on to 2. Rach immediately began to shudder. I pulled her down again, feeling an electric jolt, as the egg rubbed down the underside of my cock. It felt amazing. I quickly pulled her down all the way to sit in my lap, then holding her down, turned both vibes to 3.
“Oh, god” Rach managed to sputter helplessly, her body shaking. Within seconds Rach screamed, high pitched and earsplitting, and I felt her pussy clamp onto me like a vise. She struggled uselessly to get up, my hold on her, and her flailing legs ensuring she remained. She gasped for air and screamed again, and I felt a gush of liquid flow over my lap, as her pussy throbbed around me. She flailed, uncontrolled, her beautiful, tan, tight body slithering against my sweaty chest.
With a final scream, more feeble than the last, she convulsed uselessly one final time, and then passed out, my hold on her, and my dick, the only thing keeping her from falling to the floor. Knowing she would be O.K., and feeling her pussy continue to rhythmically squeeze my cock, I held her against my chest, my arms wrapped around her, and let her pussy finish. After another 30 seconds or so, she finally stopped milking me, and I turned off the vibes, and gently lifted her off my cock.
Setting her gently on the floor, I dutifully, completed my sister’s mad experiment. Placing my rigid and, now thanks to Rach, dripping wet dick onto one side of the mold she had prepared, and sandwiched it with the other side.
Standing at the bathroom sink, my dick encased in the mold, I casually read the instructions. “Must form for 5 minutes. Do not move or become un-erect.” Looking at Rach, laying on the floor naked, covered in her own cum from the waist down, I knew I would have no problem following the directions.
Finishing with the mold, I extricated myself, and picking up Rachel, climbed in the tub. I easily arranged her little body in tandem with mine, and ran the bath, filling it with gently warm water, Rach lying back against my chest.
She gradually came too. “Stop making me cum so hard” she managed to say after a few minutes. There was no anger in it, it was more like exasperation.
I washed her as she lay there limp, her trust in me somewhat overwhelming. Finally, after 15 minutes or so, she had recovered enough to get, although shakily, to her feet. I dried off, and helped Rach to dry off, then showed her the mold.
“It’s beautiful” she commented on seeing the impression I had made.
“Will that satisfy Sharon?” I asked wryly over her shoulder.
“Oh yea, this will do it” she beamed, sounding sure, and maybe proud.
Rach still had to pour the silicon gue into the mold, so I left her to it. I pulled on my shorts, and headed for my room to get a shirt. As I got to my closet, I heard the back door open. “Kids, I’m home” I heard my father say (he thought that was funny), and I heard the bathroom door close.
As I passed the bathroom on my way to greet our father, I whispered “I’ll tell him you’ll be down in a minute.” And then added “no replacing me in there” and hearing her giggle, walked down the stairs to welcome my father home.
END PART 6
MY SISTER & THE EXCHANGE STUDENT PART 7 PREPARATIONS
I had left Rachel to finish her project, and clean up the bathroom, as I went down to greet our father. I met him in the kitchen. He had sunken onto the bench of the booth we used as our daily dining table, and was drinking a well-deserved beer. He rose as I entered, and as we hugged, he asked how everything had gone in his absence. I told him Rach had given me a ride to practice on Saturday. I left out all the good parts obviously. I told him nothing much was going on. Which was as far from the truth as it was possible to be. I asked about his trip. He expounded on the problems with air travel. Bla Bla Bla
“I’m going to need you to help get Rachel’s room ready for Lidia” Dad said, reminding me forcefully of the reason I had spied on Rach in the first place.
“Sure” I responded, “What’s the plan?”
“Tomorrow, we need to get a bed.” He started, “Then we need to rearrange Rachel’s room.”
“I’m free at 11, after lessons” I offered.
“It’s a plan.” My father finished.
“Let me take your stuff” I said, grabbing his suitcase, and briefcase. I exited the kitchen, and headed past the stairs, to his office, and my parent’s bedroom on the first floor. I dropped his stuff off, and returned as Rach came down the stairs in front of me. I followed her into the kitchen.
“Daddy” she squealed like a 6 year old, and she gave him a hug too.
“You’ve got a guest arriving soon” he said, resuming his seat.
“Yep, she’s really excited to meet everybody.” Rach said, sitting opposite our dad, and glancing a knowing look at me.
It suddenly dawned on me that Rach had been communicating with Lidia for over a week. I wondered just how much communicating she had done, knowing how much she had wanted to tell someone about us.
“Have you been emailing her?” my dad asked.
“We’ve been messaging every day. We’ve even video chatted.” Rach answered, looking dead at me. Oh god, what had she done. The possibilities were varied, and horrifying. I decided to grill her as soon as possible. “She is so pretty, and her English is really good.” Rach continued, seemingly oblivious to the sledge hammer she had hit me with.
Dad went to go take a shower (not in Rach and my bathroom thank god), and I took the chance to interrogate Rach. “Exactly what have you told Lidia?” I asked her in my most serious voice.
“Oh stop being so dramatic.” She said, brushing me off. “I didn’t TELL her anything about us.” I could hear her emphasis on the word tell.
“Please Rach! Tell me what you aren’t telling me.”
“Well,” she said, seeming uncomfortable, “I video conferenced with her, before we did anything last week. I was showing her my room, and then I saw your computer come on, and I…shared your webcam with her so she could see you. She was nervous about the move, and I was just trying to make her feel she knew us. You weren’t naked or anything.” She finished, doing her best to seem casual.
I replied sheepishly, “Oh. O.K., sorry, I just knew you had wanted to tell somebody before, and I was afraid you might have said something.”
“I would never tell anyone without checking with you first” Rach said, seemingly hurt by my lack of trust. “I just wanted her to see how cute you were. She said you were hot, by the way.” Rach finished, in a huff.
“O.K. O.K.” I said, my hands up in supplication. “I’m sorry. I should know you better than that.” I continued. “She’s pretty hot too, don’t you think?” I asked, trying to seem not that interested.
“Oh my god! She is stunning.” Rach answered, and then she looked at me; a troubled look in her eyes. “I know you like her.”
“I think she’s hot, like I said.” I replied. “I’m not sure what we are, but I wouldn’t do anything that would hurt you.”
Rach didn’t respond right away. She sat there, lost in her own thoughts. Finally, she said “I don’t know what we are either, and I don’t want to hurt you. Maybe we should decide what we are.”
“I love you Rach.” I began, trying to figure it out as I talked. “It’s more than because you’re my sister. I think I’d die if you were with another guy.”
Rach brightened unexpectedly at my admission. “Only if it were a guy?” she asked hopefully.
“I think so.” I replied, trying to search my feelings. “I think a girl would be o.k.” I sat thinking, unsure what Rach being with a girl would do to me. I knew what it would do to the monster in my pants, but would I feel jealous, or left out?
Rach seemed to sense my thoughts. “Jake. What if you were there?” I looked at her. She was looking at me so tenderly with her big green eyes. She seemed mainly concerned for me, but I thought I caught a hint of excitement as I looked at her.
“Maybe that would be O.K.” I answered. “I know somebody would like that.” I finished, letting her follow my look down to the, now continual, bulge in my shorts.
“What about me with a girl?” I asked, feeling sure, from her reaction to Sharon, that I knew the answer already.
Rach considered thoughtfully. “If you mean going out on a date, I don’t think I’d like that.” And then after a slight pause, “I think maybe if it was just messing around…I’m not sure.” She trailed off, her eyes now in her lap.
“What if you were there?” I asked, knowing it seemed to help make me more comfortable if I were there when Rach was with another girl.
“Maybe,” She answered, looking up, and seeming more at ease. “But I don’t think I’d like it if you fucked anyone else.” She continued in a whisper.
“O.K., so no dating, and we have to be there if either of us is with a girl.” I summed up, “oh, and only you get the Big Bro treatment.” I added, taking her face in my hands, and giving her a quick kiss. She smiled, gave my cock a little squeeze through my shorts, and got up.
“You want to see the final product?” Rach asked, looking up towards the bathroom. “It should be ready by now.”
“Sure.” I answered, and we headed upstairs.
Rach grabbed the mold, and we headed to her room. Once she closed the door, and locked it, we sat on her bed, and she opened the mold. There it was, my dick copied in all its glory, sitting in the plaster.
“Wow!” Rach Exclaimed, pulling it free. “It’s so heavy.”
“Tell me about it” I said, joking. Rach smiled at me.
“Can I compare?” She asked me, looking down to my shorts. “O.K., but I was super hard when I made that” I said, leaning back, and pulling off my shorts.
“Let’s see” Rach said, putting the dildo next to my cock. “You need some help to measure up” she said, grabbing my cock with her free hand.
I pulled off her shirt, as she worked my dick. She seemed fascinated; watching my semi-hard cock grow as she stroked it, looking back and forth between me and my doppel-cock.
After a minute, Rach said “There, perfect.” And smiling, leaned down, and kissed the tip of my cock.
“You aren’t gona get off that easy” I said, “You came in the bathroom without me ya know.”
“That was your fault. You made me pass out. Besides, don’t you still need to catch up a bit?” Rach said, jumping off the bed giggling, and bolting for the door. I sprang after her, catching her at the door. I held her to me; my dick parting her ass, her arms pinned to her sides.
I leaned over to whisper in her ear “do you want me to take it?” She looked at me over her shoulder, her eyes wide with shock and hunger, and nodded very slightly. As soon as she had nodded, she twisted, trying to break my hold on her. I tightened my arms around her, and pulled her off the ground. She squirmed, and kicked as I carried her to the bed.
Rach struggled silently against me as I put her, face down on the bed; one arm still wrapped around her, holding her arms. I pulled her little pink shorts down with my free hand to expose her perfect ass, and yanked out the toy, tossing it aside. She flailed her legs uselessly where they hung off the side off the bed, panting with the effort. I kneeled behind Rach, and releasing her arms, put my hand on her back, pushing her down onto the bed with all my weight. She continued to writhe beneath me, as I kissed her neck, and whispered “you’ve been a bad girl.” I lifted myself up; my hand still on her back to keep her pinned to the bed, and spanked her once, hard.
“Eek” escaped from her lips.
I needed a release. Grabbing my dick with my free hand, I lined up and pushed into her as hard and deep as I could, feeling myself bottom out in her. Still wanting her to enjoy it, I rolled my hips searching for the spot that would take over her will to struggle. Rach let out a grunt, and I zeroed in, hammering her with all the power I could summon. I rose to orgasm quickly; my sister’s writhing no longer focused on escape, but on her need.
I felt her pussy begin to tighten, and slammed my dick home one last time. Holding myself buried in her as she came. As she subsided, I pulled out, and flipping her limp body over, I jacked myself over her, sending stream after stream across her pussy, then her stomach, then her boobs, and finally her face. Rach regained herself in time to suck down my final jet of cum. She continued sucking until the sensation was too much, and I pulled away. I sank onto the bed next to her, truly spent.
“That was fun” Rach said, rolling to her side to face me, and scooping cum from her cheek into her mouth.
“Try and get the dildo to do that.” I said, breathlessly.
“You’re the only toy I need.” She said, kissing me.
“Sorry I messed you up again.” I said, looking at the cum coating her chest and stomach.
“No problem, Big Bro” Rach said, rubbing it into her skin like lotion.
“You know Rach,” I said, a problem occurring to me, “we’re gona have to figure out how we do this when Lidia gets here.”
“I know,” she said, getting up and pulling her shorts back on. “I’m workin on it.”
“What does that mean?” I stammered.
Rach pulled on her tank-top, and smiling sweetly said “You’ll see.”
“Hey, don’t forget this” I said retrieving the vibes.
“Oh yea, oops” she giggled, and pulled her shorts back down to re-attach our toy.
I pulled on my shorts and smacked her on her exposed ass, as I walked past. “Eek” Rach exclaimed, pulling up her shorts back up.
“Be careful Rach” I said opening her door, “I think I really like that sound” and I closed her door behind me.
I saw Rach heading to Sharon’s as I trimmed the lawn. She had the bag with my package (literally) with her. She swung it back and forth as she walked to the back corner of our yard, smiling innocently at me as she went.
It was strange. I felt somehow, that I was pleasuring 2 girls now. The feeling stoked my ego, and libido. I wondered what it must feel like to be a ‘model’ for one of the dildos in the porn store. The feeling of knowing that thousands of girls/women were using you to get off must be a heady experience.
Mom got home, and Rachel came back from Sharon’s a while later. I had been looking through Lidia’s bio, passing the time till dinner. Lidia was from a town on the coast of Italy. That explained her dark tan. She played tennis, and ran. Maybe I could invite her to go running with me. She was an only child; her parents had split up when she was 10. She lived with her mother and grandparents, in a house their family had owned for over 150 years. She would have some adjustments to make to get used to sharing a room with Rach, not to mention sharing a house with me.
Mom was getting dinner ready, and I, being bored, took Lidia’s bio with me to the kitchen table. Rachel came in a few minutes later, and sat at her traditional spot at the back of the ‘U’ shaped booth. Rach had obviously gotten more info than the bio contained, and I asked a few questions, pointing out things in the bio that were either vague, or incomplete. While we talked, Rach put her foot in my lap, and winked at me when I looked up at her.
Mom set the table, and dinner was served, my dad’s favorite, Chicken Marsala. I had been wanting to repay Rachel for that foot job under the table she had given me, and now was a perfect opportunity. Dad had put music on for us to listen to during dinner, and I knew it would be the perfect cover for the vibe. Dad was asking Rach about her week when I turned the clit vibe to 1. Her foot in my lap jerked slightly, and she glanced at me, a look of surprised terror in her eyes.
I managed to keep from laughing, and Rach managed to keep her face calm, but I noticed her body tense. I put my left hand under the table, and held Rach’s foot, caressing it as dad asked her questions, and she answered in clipped, short responses. I waited till dad started talking to mom before I put the vibe up to 2.
Rach was expecting it, and I saw her grip the table with shaking hands as she stared, unseeing, down at the table. Her foot twitched more forcefully in my lap and hand. I squeezed it, knowing she was getting close. I felt her toes go rigid, and her leg jerked strait, driving her heel into my crotch. Her stare at the table flipped up to me as her eyes went glassy.
I had to hold her foot down to keep it from spasming away from me as she came. Her beautiful body went silently rigid. Her glassy stare underlined by a forcefully bit lip. Her rigidity came to an end with a pop, as she twitched, her whole body giving one last jolt. I quickly turned off the vibe, and took a drink of water.
“Hey Rach, can you give me a ride to practice tomorrow?” I said, as blandly as I could manage.
A vicious look passed over her so quickly; I would have missed it had I not been expecting it. “Sure thing” she answered remarkably calmly “ANYTHING (she emphasized ‘anything’) for my Big Bro.” Dad glanced at us for a moment, undoubtedly wondering at the ‘Big Bro’.
We finished dinner, Rach playing footsy with my cock, and we all went our separate ways. I went to my room to play around on my computer. It was funny how much less I used my computer, now that I had no need for porn. I kept my Rach window open, as I chatted with friends.
Rach came into her room awhile later. She stripped off her ‘bite me’ shorts, and held then up so I could see the wet spot. I smiled wickedly, and she stuck her tongue out at me, then turned and walked away, her bare ass waving at me as she went.
I finished at my computer, and, setting my alarm, headed for bed, knowing morning would come all too soon. At some point in the night I woke to a warm body snuggling up to me.
“Rach?” I asked groggily.
“I didn’t want to oversleep.” She offered.
I wondered, as I drifted back to sleep, why she thought I wouldn’t wake her in the morning. The next thing I knew, the alarm went off, signaling the start to my early day. Rach her leg and arm draped across me, groaned into my chest.
“Time to get up Rach.” I managed, in as cheery a voice as I could muster, brushing her hair back from her face.
“Why did I agree to this” she grumbled as she sat up; her petite naked body at odds with the gravel in her voice.
“You like giving me rides, Remember?” I jibed, getting up, and pulling her up to stand in front of me.
“I doooooooo” she hummed, giving my dick a squeeze.
“We don’t have time for that” I admonished halfheartedly, doing nothing to end her hold on me.
“Are you sure” she said, leaning into me, stoking me softly.
The battle inside me raged fiercely. As Rach kissed my chest, and my cock grew in her hand, my will to fight began to slip away. Looking at the clock, I reasoned “We have 5 minutes, if you speed.”
“Yeay”, she beamed, and she threw herself backwards onto the bed, pulling her legs up and apart, presenting her beautiful pink pussy to me. She tore off the vibe, flinging it away. Gathering myself for a sprint, I dived my face into her waiting pussy.
Rach giggled “weeeeeeee” as I set to work licking and sucking. I felt her legs start to twitch and got up. Leaning over her, my hands to either side of her wiggling body, I positioned my hips to aim my dick into her. Not having time to tease her, I entered her fully with one thrust. As I drew back, Rach grabbed my hips, and pulled my back into her. I held myself up with one arm, and moved the other across her stomach, feeling her muscles ripple and shake under me.
Searching for that spot inside her, I moved my hand down her stomach. Rach arched her back as I found her spot, and sputtered “that’s…it…Big…Bro.” I could feel my dick through her stomach, pushing into my hand. I pushed against it, my hand sinking slightly into her stomach; Rach’s legs convulsed at that pressure and she grunted “Uhhhg.”
I found I could reach her clit with my thumb, and I flicked it up with each thrust. Seeing Rach below me; her tan little body writhing at my touch, got me to my orgasm quickly. I increased the ferocity of my assault, to make sure I left my sister satisfied.
Her hands hardened on my hips, and I felt her feet on my ass, pulling me into her hard, and then she erupted. Rach bucked her hips wildly, grinding as she held me deep inside her. The feeling of her pussy, pumping and pushing at my cock, sent me off. I shuddered as I pumped right back at her.
I realized too late, that I was cumming into her, but was unable to stop, as jet after jet filled her. We ended together, me falling onto her, my cock still buried in her twitching wet pussy.
“Rach” I gasped, “I came in you” The shock of possible consequences hitting me like a truck.
“I know” she cooed, and then, realizing the horror in my voice, “don’t worry silly, I’ve been on the pill forever.”
The combination of my release, and the evaporation of my worry, combined to sap me entirely. I managed to roll off Rachel, who bounced up, and wiped herself dry with my pillow.
“Here’s for you” she giggled, and bounced out of my room.
I lay there, struggling to get up. I managed to sit, and reached for some shorts. I could see through our computers, that Rach was getting dressed too. She had gotten something out of her dresser, and then, skipped out of her room. In she came, as I had finally managed to stand.
“I almost forgot” she tittered, picking up her vibe, and jumping up, kissed me on the cheek. “I’ll be in the car.” She chirped, and spinning, her hair flying out to brush across my chest, skipped out of my room.
How I managed to make it through practice is beyond me. Rach drove like her ass was on fire, and I got there on time, but within minutes, I knew I was in trouble. My arms were O.K., bud my legs were useless. By the time practice was over, I couldn’t have gotten out of the pool. Luckily, I had lessons in a half hour, so I just floated there, recuperating.
Dad picked me up after lessons in a truck he had borrowed, and went and bought a twin bed and dresser for Lidia. We loaded them in the back of a pickup, and we headed home. Getting the furniture up the stairs almost made my legs collapse.
We finally got everything up to Rach’s room, and she directed us, choosing where everything went. She could see my legs were wobbling, and was evil in her demands, taking joy at telling me (completely ignoring our dad) to rearrange her room several times. Getting even for dinner last night was her right, and I bore it as well as I could. Eventually, Rach was satisfied, and I collapsed on the new bed, as dad left to return the truck.
“Havin’ trouble Big Bro?” Rach teased, bouncing up and down on her bed opposite me.
“Only because my sister is evil” I replied, lifting my head to stare at her in mock anger.
“I wanted to make sure you could see both our beds, see?” she beamed, jumping off her bed to show me where her computer now sat, in the corner of the room. “You can see the whole room now” she sing-songed, jumping on top of me with a whoosh.
I was so gone; I let her bounce on me like a trampoline. Realizing I wasn’t playing along, she laid her chest down on me and stroked my hair.
“I’m sorry Jake, you really are pooped hu?” she whispered softly.
“More than you could imagine” I answered.
“Let me take care of you” she whispered, climbing off of me and helping me lift my legs onto the bed.
“I’ll give you a massage” Rach piped, helping me roll onto my stomach, and Rach sat on my butt. Her little hands started gently rubbing my shoulders and neck. She gradually started applying more pressure, digging into my knotted muscles. I groaned in pleasure and pain as Rach’s kneading untangled me, muscle by muscle.
She slid down, now sitting on my heels, and started on my butt. My shorts were frustrating her efforts, and she whined “pull these down”, yanking on my shorts. I reached under and undid the button, and she shimmied my sorts off.
Her hands renewed their work on me; finding the deep muscle, and rubbing it hard with her knuckles. She spent a long time on my ass. I could feel her pussy on my heel, rubbing slowly up and down as she leaned into the pressure, and then sat back rhythmically. She moved onto my legs, pushing and pulling my muscles until they relaxed into her hands. Her ministrations may have released the tension from my muscles, but also engorged my cock, hidden from her, under me.
She asked me to roll over. I wasn’t sure I wanted her to see my dick; unsure of weather I could handle the possible consequences. I decided quickly, that I was in no shape to ward her off, but didn’t see I needed to participate. I could be like my doppel-cock, and she could use me if she wanted to. I rolled onto my back, my dick springing away from me to hang suspended in air, throbbing to my pulse.
Rach was defiantly less in control of her hornyness than I had ben during her massage. She didn’t mention my cock, but when she climbed back onto me to continue, she straddled my hips, her pussy pinning my dick to my stomach.
She worked my pectorals, digging her fingers into them as if trying to pull out a plumb. Working her way down to my stomach, I could feel her pussy wetting her shorts where my dick had nestled. She moved her hips more now, her body no longer in time with the motion of her hands.
Without any encouragement or, to be truthful, any discouragement, I felt the tingle of an orgasm, rising in me. I gave no indication that I was going to cum; in fact, the only part of my body taking part in her molestation was my cock. I didn’t even react as my cock began, of it’s own volition, to pulse, shooting cum onto my chest, stomach, and Rachel’s hands.
She giggled “just what I needed,” and without missing a beat, rubbed my cum, like lotion, into my chest, pausing on occasion to lick her fingers. Rach eventually moved down, straddling one of my knees, and started on my quadriceps. These were the most damaged of my muscles, and her deep, hard kneading was almost too much to absorb. I could feel her pussy, now on my knee, pushing more forcefully, and her hands stopped moving on my thighs, pulling, and squeezing in one spot.
I felt the bed begin to tremble, her squat on my knee causing her legs to shake. My dick, having relaxed after it’s fun, had re-sprouted; I would like say ‘of it’s own volition,’ but her insistent grinding on me, had woken my hunger despite my efforts. Without any direct contact with my cock, I could feel a second orgasm creeping up. I debated whether to reach down and help it out, but my decision was literally taken out of my hands.
Rach began to cum, and releasing my legs, leaned forward and grabbed my dick with both hands. Holding onto it in a vice-like grip, she used in for leverage as she slid herself forward and back over my knee. Her unintentional jacking, caused me to erupt a second time. The first stream of cum sailed into the air, rising strait above her. She quickly, without pausing her rocker-ride cumming, pulled my dick toward her, pointing it toward my feet, and sucked it in. There was my little big sister, sliding up and down my knee, her forward slide burying my cock deep down her throat; her backward slide, ending when her lips caught the edge of my cock’s head.
She continued this strange ride long after I had finished cumming. It seemed she had finished too; as the spasticity of her movements had diminished. I think she was simply reveling in her cum, and didn’t want it to end.
Finally, Rach seemed to run out of steam. She lifted off of my knee and, letting my dick drag out of her mouth with a final “pop”, flopped forward onto me, her head on my chest.
“I’m sorry Jake. I couldn’t help myself” she whispered guiltily.
“I know how you feel. I have to restrain myself, constantly, from doing the most depraved things to the most beautiful girl in the world.” I said, my hand stroking her back.
I could feel her smile on my chest. “I love you Jake” she whispered through her smile.
Rach rolled over onto her side, her elbow propping her head up, and stared at me. I turned my head to return her stare and noticed she was crying. Summoning my strength, I rolled to face her.
“What’s wrong?” I said softly, putting my hand on her face, and brushing away a tear with my thumb.
“Absolutely nothing” she said in a low voice through her smile. Keeping her eyes on mine, she leaned into me slowly. Her lips touched mine, and we kissed, staring into each other’s eyes and souls. It was so intimate and deep, I felt my throat tighten, and my tear joined hers as our cheeks touched.
She backed away from our kiss ever so slowly, stopping only inches away. “I love you too Rach” I managed in a hoarse whisper. She leaned back into me, her soft pink lips kissing my tear.
She rolled back, pulling my head with her, onto her chest, and stroked my hair. Her heartbeat slow and strong, lulled me. The softness of her skin on my face soothed me. I fell asleep there, on Lidia’s newly christened bed, Rach holding my head to her breast.
I woke up with a start, momentarily unsure of where I was. As I got ahold of my senses, I looked down to see my shorts, which Rach had yanked off to better get at my ass, where back on, and I was alone in her room, the door closed. She had, somehow, managed to get them back on me as I slept, and left me to rest here.
Not wanting to raise any suspicion, I attempted to get up, intending to go to my bed and resume my much needed sleep. It was immediately apparent that the additional two orgasms Rach had litteraly yanked out of me, had taken with them, all of my remaining strength. I managed to sit up. My head spinning slightly, I lowered it into my hands.
I sat there, marshaling myself for the epic journey of 30 feet it would take to get to my own bed. I heard the door open, my head flipping up jerkily to see Rach closing the door behind her, a tray in her hands.
“What are you doing” she scolded quietly, setting the tray down on the floor. She came over to where I sat and, gently forcing me back down, continued “you stay.” I was in no condition to resist, but my worried look prompted her to continue, as she returned with the tray.
“It’s O.K., I told mom and dad you were exhausted from all the moving, and it was the least I could do to bring you supper.” She finished smiling, and setting the tray on her bedside table.
“That’s sweet Rach, but I don’t have the energy to eat” I answered, trying to seem grateful anyway.
“You just lie there. I’ll feed you.” She said smiling. I noticed a strange look in her eyes as I watched her preparing the food. It was hard to know for sure, but it seemed she was angry, not at me, but at herself. She felt she had taken advantage of me, and blamed herself for my condition.
As she sat on the bed and lifted a slice of pizza to my lips, I reached my hand out, and cupped her cheek, her nuzzling into my caress. “You are wonderful” I said softly, reminding myself of the time, just a few days ago, when I had heard her say the same thing to me as I cared for her.
We shared the silence together; Rach feeding me pizza and salad, and I felt totally at peace. I knew, somehow, some way, I would never let this end.
END PART 7
MY SISTER & THE EXCHANGE STUDENT PART 8 THE ARRIVAL
My beautiful sister Rachel had fed me dinner in our, soon to arrive, guest’s new bed; her kind ministrations, an attempt to make up for her previous molestation. Rach had left me to go return the tray of dirty dishes to the kitchen. I could feel some strength returning to me; the food and long nap having done their job.
I gingerly stood; my legs managing with only a slight wobble. I spent a few moments getting myself steady, and then walked slowly to Rach’s door. I went to the bathroom, needing to relieve myself, and decided to take a shower to wash away the last of my aches.
I heard the door open and close softly, and then Rach’s voice, full of concern softly say “how are you doing?”
I pulled open the curtain, revealing her, sitting on the vanity, her legs swinging off the edge; a look of mingled worry, and regret on her face. “Much better, thanks” I said brightly, trying to un-furrow that beautiful brow.
“Do you want to come in?” I asked, pulling back the curtain further.
“I don’t trust myself, and you need to rest” she said dejectedly, looking at her feet.
I stepped from the shower, and cupped her face in my hands, lifting it to look at me. “I’m fine Rach” I said softly, then, seeing no relief in her expression, added “Really!” and leaned over, pulling her into a kiss. I felt her melt, the stress she had inflicted on herself, draining from her. As our kiss finished, I pulled back enough to look into her eyes. No worry showed; her guilt still remained, but as she smiled sheepishly, and I could see it was no longer the troubling kind.
“You still need to rest, and I still don’t trust myself with you” she repeated, though now with a smile. “Besides” she continued “I need to get everything ready for Lidia.”
Although I had known Lidia was coming, this reminder that she would be here tomorrow still jolted me. What, a week ago, had seemed an eternity I could not stand the wait for, now threatened something. How would we be able to continue this amazing new relationship with our privacy so clearly compromised? As is usually the case, these thoughts cascaded through my mind in an instant; the momentary absence of my attention going, apparently, unnoticed by Rach.
“Tomorrow’s the big day hu?” I asked, attempting to cover my concern.
“Don’t worry” Rach answered, seeming to reading my mind. “I won’t let anything take you away from me” she added fiercely; jumping off the counter, and into my arms. She squeezed me so tight, I wondered at how much strength her little body held. I squeezed her back, and we stayed glued to each other, neither one wanting to be the one to end it. Eventually, we broke our embrace, and with a quick kiss, I went back to my shower; Rach going to get things ready for her new roommate.
As I made my way to my bed, I could see Rach busily rearranging her closet. She had on another of my old t-shirts. As she reached for something on the top shelf, I could see her fantastic ass peeking out. I had a sudden thought, “when did she start wearing my shirts?” I seemed to remember that shirt on her now had gone missing a while ago. I reminded myself to ask her, knowing her guilty admissions exited us both.
I pulled my computer to my bedside table, happy with the simple intimacy of watching her. As she left her closet, she glanced at her computer and, seeing me, came over to it. “Good night Big Bro” she said with a soft smile, and then leaning in, kissed the cam and finished “I love you” in a whisper.
“I love you too Rach” I answered, my heart swelling with joy at the happiness my words had brought to her face.
I continued watching Rach flutter around her room, and fell into a dreamless sleep. Ready for tomorrow, and all that it would bring.
I woke up before my alarm, my anticipation of Lidia’s arrival bringing me out of my sleep with a jolt. The first thing to meet my eyes was Rach’s face, on the webcam, sleeping; her lips, slightly parted, giving the impression of a breath exhaled in passion. I stared at her, captivated by the peaceful beauty.
Feeling my cock engorging, I contemplated whipping one out. I saw I had 35 minutes before I had to leave for practice, and was just getting started, Rach’s lips, all the fuel I needed, when I had a stroke of genius. Rach would have our toy on! I could make the imagined, panting breath, escaping her little pink lips, real. I fumbled excitedly for the remote, my hands shaking.
I sat in my bed, legs spread; my computer in front of me, by balls inches from the keyboard, and pressed 1 on the clit vibe. I saw her eyes flutter, and couldn’t quite make up my mind if I wanted her to wake. There was something illicit about watching her while she slept that made my heart race. Not quite sure what I wanted, I left the vibe on 1, sure that 2 would wake her, and make my decision for me.
Rach’s eyes continued to flutter slightly. They remained closed, but I could see motion under her lids. I heard a sigh, and looked to her mouth. Her lips had parted further, and I could see her tongue twitching where it rested on the inside of her lower lip. She started to roll away from the computer, and I was afraid I’d lose my view of her perfect face, but she stopped on her back. In perfect profile now, her lips showed even more expression of her unconscious arousal. With each barely audible intake of breath, they pouted slightly, giving the impression of an expected kiss.
Even with the slow stroking I had been giving it, my cock was so hard under the soft sliding skin that covered it, that I was amazed I hadn’t cum already. Too greedy for a good ‘climax’ of this show to accompany, what I was sure, would be an epic cum, I pushed the clit vibe to 2.
Expecting Rach to wake up, and hopefully continue the spectacle, I watched nervously as her head slowly tilted back, her neck rising off the pillow. I looked up to the eye I could still see and, though fluttering more forcefully, her eyelashes now joining the movement, they remained closed. Her head tilted farther, and though I could see nothing below her neck, I was sure her shoulders had lifted off the bed as well.
Rach’s mouth opened further as her head went back, her lips now wide enough I could imagine my dick sliding between them. Her breath, now a soft pant, was slow, but jerky, catching several times with each inhale. Feeling the twitch that warned of my, fast approaching, orgasm, and in a slight panic that I would not get to pair it with Rach’s, I threw caution to the wind, and bent close to the mic to whisper “Cum for me Rach…Cum for your Big Bro”.
I was astounded by the reaction. Rach arched even further, her head almost upside down, and eyes fluttering madly, exhaled a stuttering moan, shaking as she rocked back and forth on the top of her head.
The sight of Rach cumming, and the indecent thought that it was without her consent, or even her knowledge, set my cock off like a fire hose. I was used to hard cums, having experienced many lately, thanks to Rach, but I had always cum, spurting one jet after another until I ran dry. This time, my hand at the base of my cock, not stroking, but gripping it tight, I came in one continuous, incredible, heart-stoppingly long single gush. Frozen, my hips lifted off my bed, I watched dumbfounded, as a solitary, seemingly unending column of cum arched up over my head, only to fall, landing all over my stomach, chest, and bed.
Coming to my senses, I turned to see Rach still arched upside down, a silent frozen scream gripping her shaking sweaty face. My initial instinct to hurriedly turn off the vibe encountered resistance just as I prepared to push the button. This view, my sister beyond orgasmic endurance, was so mesmerizing, I guiltily watched as she hovered there, quivering, in a cum sustained rigor.
My heart in my throat, I watched as Rach’s eyes stopped fluttering, a still life of orgasm for my pleasure. Momentarily mastering myself, I turned off the vibe, and was mostly relieved to see her long held breath, exhale in a whoosh as she collapsed, twitching, back onto the pillow. As her twitching gradually subsided, I was caught up by this unimagined sense of control; my touch of a button had released her from her frozen fit. Could I…should I…dare to reassert my control?
Unable to stop myself, I pushed the button twice. Rach’s eyes flew open, shock and fear replaced in an instant as the subsided twitching, crescendoed in seconds, to shaking, then uncrontroled spasms, her head leaving the cam’s view in pulses as her muscles pulled her upper body off the bed.
I was so enraptured by the sight, this fit of extassy, that I lost any ability to control myself, allowing her fit to continue unabated, until she herself ended it, plunking backwards, passed out, her raged breathing the only proof that she was alive.
I turned off the vibes, a mixture of wonder and guilt surging though me. The feeling of control was so intoxicating, I could see myself getting addicted. I looked back to Rach, checking for sure that she was O.K., and then turned away to get ready for practice, a glance at the clock telling me I had no more time to spare.
Practice and work seemed to drag by, my thoughts perpetually wandering to the imagined moment when we picked Lidia up from the airport this afternoon. I was still unsure of just how much Rach had shared with Lidia about our new relationship, but had decided to trust her and go with whatever happened.
The purgatory of my pool time finally ended, and I biked home like the wind, knowing we (our mom, Rach, and me) were supposed to leave for the airport shortly after I got home. I skidded to a stop in the back yard, letting my bike fall to the grass, and went through the back door into the kitchen.
Rach was there eating a very late breakfast. She looked up as I entered, a measured look that slipped from my face slowly downward. I followed her gaze, having to admire myself as I did. I had ridden home without a shirt, thinking to stay cool in the quickly warming day. The humidity had conspired to leave me sweaty; drips rolling over my chest, and down my abs. Then I saw Rach’s eye’s final destination. The anticipation, as I rode, had had a predictable effect. My cock, rock hard, was pinned to my right hip, where it had wrapped itself during my ride; the tightness of my shorts sufficient to show its full girth and length.
I looked back up to see Rach coming to me, mischief in her eyes. I had just enough time to notice her outfit ( a classy aqua dress which flowed around her as she moved, and matching spaghetti strapped high heeled shoes that wrapped themselves sinuously around her calves), before she had covered the distance.
“You look good enough to eat” she said, her staring eyes almost level with mine. Then she bent down and made a single lick, from my navel to my chin, where she ended by sucking the tongue I had offered for a kiss. With a small pop, she pulled away and smiled innocently, as if she had no idea what she had just done.
“You’d better get cleaned up. We’re leaving in 15 minutes” she said over her shoulder, as she returned to her breakfast.
I whirled through a quick shower and, seeing how dressed up Rach was (she never wore heels), dressed in my best looking stuff (black slacks and a dark green silk dress shirt I knew showed off my swimmer’s shoulders). I ran my fingers through my hair, the chlorine damage making it stiff without any help, and got downstairs just as our mom reached the front door.
“Don’t you two look nice” she said, taking in both me, and Rach, who had just come through the kitchen door behind me. Mom turned through the open front door, and Rach, taking my hand as she passed, led me outside to the car, only letting go when our mom spun to face us as she slid into the driver’s seat.
We sat in the back seat, Rach’s pinky again slithering up and down mine. As we neared the airport, and our mom’s attention was increasingly focused on the traffic, Rach leaned over and whispered in my ear “you look niiiiiice” breathily, sending a shiver down my spine.
I leaned to her ear “so do you, Lil Sis” I whispered back, finishing with a light bite of her neck which, I was pleased to see, had a similar effect.
Having made arrangements to meet Lidia at the gate, we parked and wound our way through the airport heading for Lidia’s gate. Mom led us, holding the flight info in a death grip as she trekked past the accumulated humanity. Rach took the opportunity to grab my hand again as we followed, the thought of our mom turning and spotting us adding a thrill to an otherwise innocuous contact.
We got to the gate early, mom intent on nothing going wrong, and waited an agonizing 45 minutes for Lidia’s plane. I spent the time removing Rach’s hand from my lap, where she casually placed it any time our mom’s attention was else ware (which was quite often given our mom’s nervousness). The result of Rach’s teasing being, a bulge no one could hope to hide. Feeling it was hopeless to resist, I stopped moving Rach’s hand, only to feel her casual placement turn to outright groping as she squeezed my cock, and maneuvered it around to lay closer to her, across my hip.
I had just decided to extricate myself, and somehow get to a bathroom, when the gate opened. I stayed seated as Rach and mom stood, willing the monster to go away before it was too late.
Rach looked back at me, and smiling wickedly, said “Jake, don’t be rude”.
Mom glancing, thankfully distractedly, over her shoulder, blurted “get up Jake”, and took a few steps forward to better view the disembarking passengers. A helpless feeling coming over me, I stood, feeling the weight of my swollen cock push the right pocket of my slacks down and away from me; ready at any moment, for some old lady to shout “oh my god Henry, look at that boy!” I was relieved when Rach slid in front of me, hiding her creation from view.
I was just starting to say a silent word of thanks to her, when she backed up, pressing her tight ass into my dangerously hard cock. I stood, trapped, the seat against the back of my legs, and Rach against my crotch, and stayed frozen there, hoping, against hope, that I would get out of this without embarrassment or scandal. I had just begun, thanks to a herculean effort, involving conjuring images I will not burden you with, to feel the pressure begin to subside, when two things happened to reverse my progress.
The first to affect me was Lidia. She came out of the skyway and I felt my chest constrict. Tall and thin, wearing a tight peach, off the shoulder dress, which ended inches above her knees, showing her every slight curve, and revealing much of her deep brown tan. Her hair, black and loosely curled, fell in waves over her bare shoulders.
The second adversary to my efforts to shrink the monster was Rach who, upon seeing Lidia, jumped up and down waving, purposely pushing her ass into my as she bounded. Rach’s performance drew Lidia’s attention, and smiling brightly, she walked to us.
Lidia’s dress, while tight around her chest and waist, fitted loosely as it draped down her legs, causing it to swish and spin as she walked, hypnotizing me. “Rachel, hi!” she tittered excitedly as they hugged. With my position inches behind Rach, their hug brought Lidia’s face close to mine. “Hi Jake” she almost whispered, her voice light and musical, smiling over Rach’s shoulder.
The pressure Rach had been building in me, coupled with my excitement/nervousness over Lidia’s arrival, was altogether too much for my inexperience to cope with. My mind, a fluttering confusion of hormones and stress made for the very stuttered response of “Hi Lidia.”
Their hug ending, Rach and Lidia began talking quickly, the way only teenage girls can. I stood there, Rach’s ass still slammed against my cock, for several minutes as they chatted. They switched to Italian (apparently Lidia had been teaching Rach), and they immediately started giggling.
Mom finally broke in, saying hello, and suggesting we head for the car. Realizing my ‘cover’ was about to leave me, I tried, in vain, to think of a way to hide my cock. As Rach stepped away, I glanced down to see a thick bulge, tight and straining, following the curve of my hip to end, filling the pleat over my right pocket, and extending a good inch beyond where my hip ended.
With my panic nearly choking me, I looked up and, though mom’s attention was thankfully on her little airport map, both girl’s eyes were locked on my hard-on. Lidia looked up to my face after a few seconds, with an expression on her face somewhere between incredulity, and shame at being caught. Only moments after eye contact, she nervously turned away, fumbling with her bags. Rach was more blatant about it, seeming to enjoy my discomfort. She continued staring long after Lidia had turned away. When she eventual looked up, her expression was one of pride; either in me, or in her ability to elicit such an obvious response.
“Jake can help with those” Rach said, pulling Lidia’s bags away from her fumbling hands, and scooting them to me.
“Yea, no problem” I croaked, feeling amazed I was able to speak at all.
“Thank you” Lidia blurted, looking to me very quickly, and then back to Rach. They whispered a few more words in Italian, no giggling this time, and I felt my embarrassment swell to rival my cock; knowing they were talking about me.
Mom had already started walking. Lidia took Rach’s hand (something girls in Europe do, I found out later), and swinging their joined hands as they walked away, continued speaking softly in broken Italian. Realizing I had nothing left to hide, I let any thought of trying to disguise my bulge evaporate, and grabbing Lidia’s luggage, followed the girls down the terminal.
I tried not to notice the stares I drew from others in the airport, looking straight ahead to the girls walking some 10 feet in front of me. Their occasional glances back at me confirmed my suspicions that they were still talking about me.
As we made our way to the car, I was relieved to feel the pressure from my cock subside somewhat. I almost sighed with relief when I felt it un-wedge itself from my hip, to swing, only semi hard, freely down my right boxer leg.
We got to the car, and I immediately went for the front seat, knowing the back seat would make me vulnerable to more teasing. Mom pulled out of the parking spot, and the girls resumed their giggling, the Italian replaced by whispers. I tried to ignore them, hoping to find a way to shield myself from the embarrassment Rach so clearly enjoyed inflicting upon me.
When we pulled up at the house, I bolted to my room to change. I knew the cams where on, and wanted to change in private, but feared turning off my cam might lead to a change in Rach and my intimacy. I got my running stuff on, and seeing the girls in the hall as they made their way to Rach’s room, said “c ya later” in what I hoped was a casual tone; seeing surprise on their faces as I slid past them.
I ran for a long time, doing nearly 8 miles through our neighborhood. I needed time to figure a strategy. I was clearly out of my depths here. I was fairly forward and confident around Rach now, feeling empowered by her feelings for me, but I was still very inexperienced when it came to flirting, and teasing (you know, standard dating/hanging stuff).
I decided regardless of how I proceeded, I needed to get Rach alone as soon as possible. I had some questions, and needed them answered before I could decide on a course of action. I got home after a good hour and a half, going straight to the shower.
Only after I finished did I think about clothes. My web cam was, of course, up. I would run the risk of being spied on if I changed in there. Not wanting to throw fuel onto their giggle party, I resolved to grab some clothes, and come back to the bathroom to change. Wrapping a towel around my waist, I headed to my room.
Thankfully, the upstairs seemed to be deserted. I was so intent on not getting caught in the hallway, that I didn’t notice Rach, sitting cross-legged, on my bed, until I turned from my quietly closed door.
She had her hands wrapped around her feet where, sole on sole, they met in front of her where she sat. Her eyes didn’t rise as I entered, though she must have heard the door close; she remained focused on the confluence of her feet and hands. I was about to start my interrogation when I saw her shoulders shake.
Realizing she was crying. My need for answers evaporated as my heart contracted painfully. I went to the bed, kneeling in front of her, and put my hands on hers. Wanting to comfort her I said “what’s wrong Rach?” as soothingly as I could manage.
“You’re mad at me” she wept, bending over to lie over her legs, and putting her head down onto our hands. She continued to cry, her curved back heaving slightly.
“I’m not mad Rach…just confused and frustrated” I said softly, removing one of my hands from under her head, and stroking her back. I had no other words, and so, sat there, stoking her, comforting her, until she finally sat up, wiping tears from her still downcast eyes. I put my hand back onto the mass of fingers and toes, and squeezed reassuringly.
“You ignored me on the way home” she said through crying gasps, “and then…when you walked past me in the hall…I…” she trailed off, her crying returning in earnest.
“I was just embarrassed” I said, reaching for her chin, and turning her face up so she could see me. “You guys were giggling and whispering, and I, well; I didn’t know what was going on except that you were making fun of me.”
“I wasn’t, I swear!” Rach sputtered through her tears, so earnestly I could not doubt her.
“I don’t understand why you were teasing me so much in the airport” I said in as un-upset voice as I could manage; wanting answers, but nervous, if I pushed too hard, that I would make Rach more upset. Getting no immediate response, I continued “you made me so hard I couldn’t hide it.”
“I know…I’m sorry…” she answered miserably, seeming to want to continue. Sensing her gathering herself to finally explain, I gave her feet and hands another squeeze, and waited. “It’s my fault. I did a bad thing.” She said, pulling herself away from me and flipping over to burying her face in my pillow.
I climbed onto my bed next to her on my side, and pulled her into a spoon, forcing her to unhide her face. I squeezed her tight, hoping to give her some assurance, and kissed her shoulder. “Just tell me Rach. I promise I won’t get mad” I whispered, hoping I’d be able to keep that promise.
After a few sniffles, her breath came more evenly. Guilt dripping from every word, she whispered “I told you I didn’t show you naked to Lidia. I didn’t lie…but…I, um, did show her…Sharon’s present” she finished in a rush, her body tensing against mine, preparing herself for my angry response.
I took a deep breath, making sure I had my emotions under control. “Did you tell her it was made from my cock?” I asked gently, sure I knew the answer.
Sensing I had figured it out, Rach passed by the answer and feverishly explained “I couldn’t help myself. I wanted her to see. I want everyone to see. I wanted her to want you like I want you.” Her stream of words ended, and I held her, trying to work out another question in my head.
“She didn’t believe you when you told her it was me, did she?” I asked conspiratorially, hoping to show her my forgiveness.
“No” she answered, and I was relieved to hear her smile through her voice. “I decided I’d prove it to her, so at the airport, I made sure you’d…be able to show her” she finished with an almost giggle.
“You know Rach; you could have told me that you showed her. If I knew, the airport would have been a lot more fun for me.” I said, giving her another squeeze as I said ‘fun’.
She looked over her shoulder at me, smiling with surprise. “You would have helped me prove it to her?” she said, her smile turning wicked.
“Of course, nobody calls my sister a liar.” I answered, false bravado streaming from me, “and I could have made sure she got a good look.”
“Oh, she got a good look” Rach said, spinning to face me, her legs threading with mine, and excitement dancing in her eyes. “She was so amazed; she wouldn’t talk about anything else in the car. ‘Have you seen it? How did you get a copy of it? Have you used the copy?’ She kept calling the dildo ‘a copy’. It was so funny.”
Swelling with pride in spite of myself, I felt something else swelling in kind. Rach felt it too, as it rose, sliding over her thigh where she had nestled it between my legs, and parting the towel to show itself. Rach looked down between us, and rubbing her leg against my quickly expanding cock, said sweetly “hi there” to it.
It jumped, seeming to reply, and Rach giggled. “You were such a good boy today” she continued addressing my cock; reaching down, she patted it on the head like a dog.
I had been without relief all day, and the prolonged, rock hard, hard-on at the airport had made me so sensitive and horny that I almost lost all control right there. The only thing that stopped me was the sudden thought “Where’s Lidia?” which came out in a panicked rush as I realized the webcams could be sharing this conversation with whoever was in her room.
“Don’t worry Big Bro” Rach said, guessing my worry, and pressing herself into me, “I turned off your webcam, and she’s sleeping like the dead anyway.” she finished, gesturing with her eyes over her shoulder to my computer, which showed Lidia, asleep on her bed, one of my t-shirts, her only covering. While my t-shirts were long enough for Rach to wear like a dress, Lidia’s longer body left much less to the imagination below the waist. I could just see a dash of white lace on her hip that teased the thought of her panties into my head.
The shirt jogged my memory about another question I had been brooding over. I asked “that’s my shirt isn’t it?” indicating the sleeping Lidia on my monitor.
“Yea, she didn’t want to unpack, so I gave her something from my stuff to sleep in.” Rach answered casually.
“When did my t-shirts become ‘your stuff?’?” I asked playfully.
“Oh.” She said seeming to realize she was caught. “I started taking them to use…after your meet.” She finished sheepishly, biting her lower lip, playfully abashed.
“I feel violated” I retorted in mock distress, and we both laughed, wrestling and playing with each other till Rach grabbed the towel, and yanked it away. My cock, fully freed from confinement, seemed to remind us both, as it hung there bouncing to my heart beat, that there was better fun to be had.
“I’m using one of my slave hours” I declared, returning Rach’s attention back up to my face.
“Really?” she asked with a lilt that told me she was more than willing.
“It’s 2:35. One hour, anything I say.” I reminded her, smiling in my best imitation of her perfect wicked smile.
“O.K.” she chirped, bouncing into a sitting position in front of me; her eagerness hard to miss.
“O.K. What?” I asked, feigning a glower.
Rach seemed confused for just a moment, then, tipping her head down to look up at from under her brow, cast me a grin so evil I felt the challenge to hold up my end of the game, and answered throatily “yes Master.”
Sitting up also, gathering myself for the roll, I commanded “Strip for your Master.”
Beaming with excitement, Rach jumped off the bed. She had changed out of her dress; I finally had energy to notice. She was wearing a spaghetti strapped tank that fit loosely, and hung away from her body. Very short, it ended only a few inches below her chest, showing her belly button. Her lower body was poorly covered by black shorts that she had rolled down the tops of, exposing her hip bones, where the yellow bikini straps of her panties emerged in an arc.
“Wait” I said, and she froze as I leaned over to my computer, and put on some Beasty Boys music. Settling myself back in bed for a show, I leaned against my headboard, my hands behind my head, and crossed my ankles. All set, I commanded “Proceed.”
Being a good slave, she had remained perfectly still as I had prepared. Now, being freed from her immobility, her look turned lusty, and she began to move.
Her hips whipped from side to side, ‘Brass Monkey’ providing the beat which she punctuated; her hips moving like a snake to the pulse of the music. She didn’t rush, wanting, I hoped, to prolong the experience as much as I did. She slowly turned, continuing her hip motion, until she was facing away, her ass adding it’s bounce to the spectacle. Rach looked over her shoulder to me, seeming to revel in my attention, and wanting to know where it was focused. I glanced into her eyes, then returned to the show her ass was giving me.
Not wanting to miss anything, I pulled myself away from her ass, and looked down, deciding to slowly work my leer up her slithering body. Her toes dug into the carpet, gripping for purchase. The muscles of her tan legs writhed with the motion they were sending upward. I made it back to her ass just as she turned back around, and saw she had slid one hand into her shorts, her hand’s up and down strokes adding more vehemence to her hip’s writhing.
I looked up to her face, momentarily forgetting my plan to gradually ascend, to see her eyes locked onto me, the lust so raw I wondered at my composure not to jump her. Wrenching my eyes away from her stare, I returned to her hips; the sway she had given them causing the muscles in her tanned stomach to ripple lightly, the glisten of sweat she had worked up making the ripples almost sparkly like sun on a river.
The next song came on, and I smiled as I realized it was ‘She’s Crafty”. I raised my gaze further, and saw she was waiting for my gaze to get to her chest. She slowly flipped the traps of her tank-top off her shoulders and I watched with anticipation as her writhing movements slowly lowered her top, till it caught on her nipples; I resisted the urge to grab it and pull it down. With a particularly vicious slither, her top finally fell, landing in a bunch at her hips, revealing her perfect tits. Her nipples, small pink and hard, floated on her exactly round, firm mounds, which swayed and bounced lightly, tightly holding themselves to her.
I raised my eyes to complete my journey. Rach’s eyes were still glued to me, but now focused on my cock, which throbbed and bobbed over my stomach in appreciation of her show. Her eyes came up to mine and, a little naughty smile crossing her lips; she brought her hand up into our eye line, and beckoned me to come closer. I sat up, and scooted to sit at the edge of the bed. Seeing me comply, she turned her ass to me and backed up, bringing it within inches of my face. The song ‘Paul Revere’ started as she hooked her thumbs into her shorts at her hips, and began the agonizingly slow tease of sliding them down. I saw her yellow panties were thongs, and I reveled in her ass as it was revealed; her ass muscles rhythmically flexing, one cheek, then the other, as she moved.
Rach spread her feet further apart, and bent over at the waist. The single strip of her panties than split her ass did little to hide the bright pink of her glistening pussy as she arched her ass up for my viewing pleasure. Locked on the sight, I was startled to feel her hands grabbing mine. She pulled them to the straps of her panties where they hugged her hips, and left then there, looking back at me over her, now prone back. Seeing I had gotten the message, she turned her head away, and dropped her torso further.
She watched, upside down, through her parted thighs, as I slowly lowered her panties, taking care to leave the straps that held our toy to her, undisturbed. Rach began lowering her ass. Perched as she was, over my, now rigidly hard cock, I held her hips, keeping her from sinking onto me. I wanted more for my hour, and the show wasn’t over yet.
“Not yet Slave” I admonished, sliding back and continuing to lower her panties, forcing her to stand up, and bring her legs together. “Turn around” I ordered, and she complied in an instant, her eyes burning me with their hunger. I reached out and slid her top over her hips, letting it fall to the floor in a ring around her feet.
“You need to EARN your reward” I continued, “You want to make your Master HAPPY don’t you?”
“Yes Master” she whined, squeezing her thighs together in frustration.
I glanced over to my computer, “I would like my shirt back” I said calmly, turning back to her expectantly. Her confused look was priceless, and I let her stew in that confusion. Becoming impatient for her to catch on, I finally added “go get it for me”. Seeing her confusion replaced by incredulity, I dictated with as much authority as I could gather “NOW SLAVE.” Worried, but undeniably excited, she bent to retrieve her shirt.
“I didn’t say anything about getting dressed, did I slave?” I asked silkily.
“No…Master” she answered, her voice quivering, her worry replaced by near panic, but her excitement seeming to heightening further.
I could see her hand shaking as she reached for the doorknob. Checking the hallway first, she exited and closed the door softly behind her. Switching to my computer, to continue my show, I saw Rach enter her dimly lit room and quietly close the door. She stood there, at her door, for a long time, and I began to fear she would chicken out. Just as I was about to go rescue her from her paralysis, she started creeping towards Lidia. She got to Lidia’s bed, her naked body quivering, and remained there, again, apparently frozen. Finally gathering the courage to act, Rach reached forward, a look of strangled determination on her beautiful face.
Lidia lay on her back, her legs and hips turned slightly away from me, giving me a tantalizing glimpse of the edge of her ass. Rach, on the opposite side of the bed from the webcam, reached across Lidia’s upturned hip, and slowly, watching Lidia’s face as she worked, began lifting my shirt over her hip, stopping when it resisted at her waist.
Lidia’s ass now half exposed to me, I could see her white panties, the lace standing in contrast to her darkly tanned skin. Wondering at the lack of further progress, I looked at Rach, who looked back at me, at what, for her was a blank screen, and pleaded silently for reprieve. She was so cute, standing there naked and completely vulnerable, with big puppy dog eyes, that I briefly considered letting her off the hook. Briefly I say, because Lidia chose that moment to shift; rolling towards me, onto her other side.
The shirt now more freed, Rach saw her opportunity, and returned her attention to her task. Lidia, though tall, was very thin; my shirt draped her loosely, making it easy for Rach to easily bring it up, revealing Lidia’s flat stomach. Continuing her progress with only slightly more resistance, Rach managed to slide the shirt far enough up Lidia’s tight torso, that I could see the slight rounding that promised a view of her tits was close at hand.
Feeling Rach was having too easy a time, I reached for my shorts, retrieving the remote. As I turned on the g-spot vibe to 1, Rach eyes went wide, and sinking to her knees, all but disappeared behind Lidia’s sleeping form. With a helpless, pleading look at the webcam, she tentatively resumed her effort; the added distraction of the toy vibrating against her g-spot, causing her hands to shake unhelpfully. Unable to still them, Rach slid her hands, under the shirt, up Lidia’s back, managing as she did, to lever the shirt up in back onto Lidia’s shoulders. This pulled at the front enough to reveal Lidia’s breasts. Unmarred by tan lines, so firm, her position had no effect on their slight form; her breasts seemed to present me her tinny dark nipples, smaller even than Rach’s, with barely any dark skin surrounding them.
Coming out of a momentary, nipple induced, trance, and eager for more, I felt the need to encourage Rach to speed up. Kicking the g-spot vibe to 2, I watched Rach lurch; suspended momentarily in shock, she hovered for an instant before collapsing helplessly, out of view behind Lidia. Feeling I had made my point, I lowered the vibe back to 1, and saw Rach emerge, breathing heavily, but silently, from behind Lidia’s bed.
Refocusing back onto Lidia, I watched as Rach lifted Lidia’s arm, slowly raising it to set it over Lidia’s head, hiding her face from my view. With Lidia’s arm up, Rach managed to stretch my shirt in such a way, that she could pull Lidia’s arm down, and out. Looking back at the camera, pride at her accomplishment beaming from her, she shrugged her shoulders, plainly signaling that she had gone as far as she could.
Frustrated by her lack of perseverance, I jolted her with both vibes on 2 for a moment; threatening her with an uncontrolled orgasm. I hoped she would see her precarious position, and choose the possibility of Lidia waking while being stripped, over Lidia waking to her writhing on the floor. The look of frustration on Rach’s face told me the message was received, and her focus, and hands returning to Lidia, told me she had chosen the former rather than the later.
Rach crept, on unsteady feet, around to my side of Lidia’s bed, and gently lifted Lidia’s legs at the knees, attempting to roll her over. Rach wasn’t kidding when she said Lidia was ‘dead to the world’ I thought, marveling at her yielding body as Rach, with increasing boldness, positioned her in a mirror of her previous position. I could see excitement in Rach’s eyes. The thought of her getting turned on by pleasing me, and the dawning realization that Lidia’s body, and it’s acquiescence to her touch was adding to her arousal, compelled me to push her arousal further. I turned the clit vibe to 1; causing Rach to jerk in mid lift of Lidia’s other arm. She looked up at me, such a mingle of emotion strewn across her face, that I couldn’t sort them; and then, hips grinding the air, she continued, freeing Lidia’s other arm from my shirt.
Clearly in distress, Rach wiggled in a silent fit; trying, through a haze of pleasure, to work out her final challenge, getting the shirt over Lidia’s head. I watched agog, as she, throwing all caution away, reached for the front of the neck opening with both hands, and pulled it away and then up. Just as Rach managed to get the front above Lidia’s head, Lidia turned away, rolling her head out of the shirt, which came away in Rach’s hands, momentarily unbalancing her. She staggered back, her trembling legs bringing her ass right up to the camera, Rach turned, holding up the shirt in triumph, smiling wildly.
Rach made her way back to her door, but stopped, her hand on the doorknob. After a few seconds pause, she hurried on unstable legs, over to her dresser and pulled out another of my shirts. She went back over to Lidia, now wonderfully naked save her panties, and laid the shirt next to her in a heap. Returning to her door, she quietly exited, and I turned away from my computer, facing my door expectantly. She burst through, not bothering to close it behind her, and skidded to a stop at the foot of my bed. Holding my shirt up in with pride, she offered it to me.
“Very good Slave” I said softly, “do you think you’ve earned a reward?”
“Yes…please” she whined, her legs bending and shaking as she squeezed them together, and nervously added “Master.”
“Close the door” I directed, sliding forward to resume my position on edge of the bed. She scampered wobbly to obey, and returned just as quickly, the need emanating from her like heat. Turning her around, and pulling the toy from her literally dripping pussy, I moved her into the same position she had been in at the end of her striptease. I let go of her and commanded “Ride me, but don’t cum without permission.”
“Yes Massssster” she said, sliding onto me as she spoke. Within ten strokes, she chirped through wildly fluctuating breaths “Ma…ster…can…I…cuumm?”
“Not yet Slave” I said sweetly, hearing her stifled cry of frustration. “When I get to 10 you may cum. Do you understand?” I added, the command in my voice surprising me.
“Ye…ssss…Masss…terrr” she managed in a stuttering squeak.
Rach’s ass bouncing in front of me, gave me an idea, and as I whispered “1”, I smacked her left cheek, hard enough to hear it, but not enough to really hurt her. Her resultant “eek” sounded not, as I had expected, distressed, but excited. Deciding to test my limits here, I spanked her right cheek much harder as I said “2”. Her exclamation of “ughh”, reminded me of that strange way she grunted when I hit her g-spot.
“Pleee…se… Ma…ssst…er” she squeaked.
“You want me to stop” I asked, fearing I had gone too far.
“No…fa…ster” she answered, then added in a squeaky whine “pl…ease…Mas…ter”
Realization that the spanking was pleasurable, my hormones drove me. I spanked her with all my adrenalin behind each swing; “3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10” and then wrapped my arms around her, and pulled her down, sinking myself completely into her, and held her down as she gushed and bucked wildly. Her pussy spasming around the base of my cock, she grunted like an animal as her long needed release arrived.
As she went limp, her legs twitching feebly below her, I leaned back, pulling her with me. She lay there, my dick still buried in her, her back heaving for breath on my chest, and mumbled “Thank you Master” as she turned her head and looked up to me.
“I’m so proud of my little slave, I’m going to give her a show too” I said, taken by inspiration. Lifting her up by her waist, I slid down under her airborne body. I noticed her red ass cheeks as my head passed under them, and wondered that she liked the spanking. Setting her down on the bed as I slid to the floor at her feet, I got up, and without answering her questioning look, left my room and went to Rach’s.
Quietly entering, I walked to stand over Lidia. I looked into the cam. I knew Rach was glued to it, and wanted her to know what I was about to do was for her.
Grabbing my cock roughly, feeling the slick wetness of Rach’s cum coating it thickly, I wasted no time, and needed little of it. Feeling my ball tighten, I looked down to my target. Seeing Lidia below me, her long, lean, bare body laid out like a feast for my eyes, I watched as the first stream of cum flew across her stomach. Aiming my cock as I continued to cum, I sent stream after stream across every inch of her smooth skin I could reach.
With a final shudder, I sagged with relief. My eyes regaining their focus, I reveled in the beauty of my work of art. Lidia’s body, once a smooth uninterrupted perfection of tan, was now crisscrossed by a white lacework. From her knees, to her neck, she was dressed in my cum, the contrast, even in the dim light, was breathtaking.
Picking up Rach’s decoy shirt, I wiped my hands and cock clean, and quietly made my way back to my room. Rach was waiting for me, a look of unbelief easily read on her features. I glanced at the clock as I lay down on my back beside her, in my bed. “It’s 3:40” I said with a sigh as she draped a leg and arm over me, and laid her head on my chest. Wrapping my arm around her, I continued my lament “my hour is up.”
Rach imitated my sigh. “That was amazing” she said dreamily; then, lifting her head to look at me, she continued “and terrifying” in mock anger, punctuating her comment with a forceful grind of her slick pussy into my thigh. “She’s gona see what you did when she wakes up” Rach whispered happily.
“I hadn’t thought of that” I said calmly, my cum drunk brain refusing to worry.
“Want your Little Sis to take care of it for you?” she said innocently.
“Yes please” I answered quickly, to at ease to wonder how.
Rach rose off me, tapped the monitor that showed my cum masterpiece, and ordered evilly “Watch.”
As she left my room, I turned to the monitor. I had nothing specific to expect, so as I watched her close her door, and walk to Lidia, I was unprepared. Rach stood at the side of the bed facing me. Sinking to her knees, her eyes locked on me (through the cam), she leaned forward over Lidia’s legs, and keeping her eyes on me, lowered her tongue to a stripe of cum that sliced diagonally across Lidia’s thigh. Smiling at me, she followed the line of cum, pulling her tongue into her mouth every few inches, coated in my cum, and replacing it where she left off, sucked clean.
She continued this, cleaning Lidia inch by inch; working her way up her thighs. Skipping over Lidia’s panties, her tongue slid over her stomach, tracing each rope of my cum, and scooping it into her mouth. When she got to Lidia’s chest, she carefully avoided the peaks of her breasts, where they rose slightly proud of her body. Proceeding above Lidia’s breasts, she finished by following a single stream of cum over Lidia’s collarbone, gliding her tongue up Lidia’s neck; and ended with a final, tongue hooking flourish under Lidia’s chin.
My heart-stoppingly good show obviously over, I almost missed Rach tenderly caressing Lidia’s breasts; swirling my remaining cum into her skin, finishing with a tinny dab of cum on the tip of each nipple.
I fell backwards onto my pillow as Rach, grinning widely, exited her room; so amazed at my good fortune I giggled like a girl. Rach came back, closed my door, and flopped back onto me, resuming her previous place. “There, all fixed” she said smacking her lips; and laying her head back onto my chest, sighed contentedly.
As I drifted off, my beautiful, dangerously deviant sister, naked in my arms, I wondered ‘can it get any better than this?’
END CHAPTER 8
MY SISTER & THE EXCHANGE STUDENT PART 9 TEASING
I woke slowly from my cum induced nap. As my brain hazily reconstructed reality around me, I realized Rach had already gotten up and left. I glanced at my computer, thinking she (and frankly Lidia also) might be doing something worth watching. My hopes sank; Rach’s room was empty.
The clock read 6:32, and I realized I might be missing dinner. I threw on some shorts, and a t-shirt, and wandered down to the kitchen. Mom was making dinner; the girls were nowhere to be seen. Trying to pass it off as idle conversation, I asked “Where’s Rach and Lidia?”
Mom looked over her shoulder as she fiddled with something over the sink, and said “They’re on the patio”, before turning back to finish whatever she was doing. After Rach’s confession, knowing that their giggling and whispering weren’t at my expense, I decided being around the girls might be cool. I decided to grab some chips and salsa to bring out back, wanting an excuse, or at least a pretense for interrupting them with my arrival. A minute later, a bowl of Salsa in one hand, and a bowl of chips in the other, I went to join them.
As I approached the screen door to the back yard, I could see they were talking closely. Prepared to see Rach dressed in her usual, around the house getup (something comfortable like pajama bottoms and some tank), I was surprised to see she had put on a dress; the same green one she had worn to church that memorable last Sunday. Lidia must have found the energy to unpack, because she also wore a dress, different from the peach number she had on at the airport; it was white, and loose, only fitting to her body where it gathered under her chest.
I backed the door open, and turned to see Rach and Lidia had stopped their conversation, which was not surprising, and also saw they were each holding a glass of wine, which was surprising.
“Hey Big Bro” Rach greeted me brightly. I glanced at Lidia, fearing she would be in on the joke. Her expression, neither shocked embarrassment, nor knowing smile, set my mind at ease.
“Hi Jake.” Lidia added her greeting, smiling sweetly at me as I set the food on the little table between them.
“Hi” I returned, making sure to take both of them in with my smile. I grabbed another chair, and pulled it over in front of them, trying, as I reached for the food, to make it clear that I wanted some chips too. “Where’d you get the wine?” I asked as I sat.
“We always have wine with dinner” Lidia answered, “I think your mom is trying to make me feel home.” Her voice was light and melodious; her accent lending it a musical undulation.
“Cool” I said, managing to hide the wince at how lame I sounded. Why was I such a tool around girls? With Rach, it was easy; I could be smart, and funny, maybe even charming. So why did I have to turn into an idiot any time a pretty girl smiled at me.
“Mom said I can have some too” Rach chimed, rescuing me from continuing my plunge into retardation.
Realizing, as I turned a grateful look to my sister, that she had said ‘I’, not ‘we’, and about to be embarrassed further by being too young to drink with them, Rach rescued me again by handing me her glass. “I really do love you” I thought, staring into her eyes as I took the glass; hoping my eyes could say what I could not.
I took a drink, and tried to relax. I knew most of my moron-ity stemmed from my nervousness, and wanted, more than I can possibly explain, to come off, if not charming, at least bearable. “What’s with the dress?” I asked Rach, feeling that my comfort level in her direction gave me hope of not embarrassing myself.
“We dress for dinner also” Lidia answered. My eyes, forced by manners, turned back to her. She continued “Rachel found what I am wearing, and got dressed also.” She looked away from me to smile at Rach in appreciation, and I felt the burden of her attention lift in relief.
As often happens when one is trying to come off as relaxed, and confident, I found myself filling, what, in my addled mind, I feared to be an uncomfortable silence, by saying “you both look very nice.”
As I silently berated myself, Lidia reached over and touched my hand, where it laid on the arm of my chair, and said “you are sweet”. Her touch was innocent; a simple gesture of friendship, but I still felt an electric shock run up my arm to my chest, where it hovered, burning away my composure.
“He is sweet” Rach agreed, laying her hand on my other hand. Her touch was not so innocent. A secret squeeze, as she withdrew her hand, and a wink of the eye concealed from Lidia, left no doubt that she meant more than friendship.
We talked for a few minutes. I say we, but really they talked. I lingered on the edge of their conversation; only diving in on occasion, when I felt the need to not be rude. Rach seemed to understand my discomfiture, and took up the slack.
I was beginning to get in the groove. Feeling no pressure to carry the conversation, I relaxed somewhat; making it easier to be myself. Then, my nice, safe, little corner of the conversation was forced to expand.
Lidia, seeing the wine glasses were empty, rose to fill them from the bottle my mom had strategically kept in the kitchen. Rach, being the good host, insisted on getting the wine, and left me there alone, the weight of an inevitable, uncomfortable silence threatening crush me.
“You swim, Jake?” Lidia offered, leaving me with no choice but to give more than a monosyllabic response.
“On a team, yes” I answered, my mind grasping unsuccessfully for anything more to add.
“Rachel says you are very good” she added kindly, giving me the respite I needed, to make my brain and mouth work together.
“We compete by age” I explained, “I’m a lot bigger than the other guys, so I’m just lucky.” I finished awkwardly, willing Rach to come back and rescue me from myself.
I looked up from scooping some salsa on a chip, and was sure I saw Lidia blushing through her tan. Her ears, and the flat of her chest burned crimson, and she had averted her eyes, looking to the kitchen door expectantly. She wanted Rach to come back and rescue her as well.
Something rolled over inside me. She was just as nervous as I was, maybe more so, now that I had inadvertently drawn her attention to my ‘size’. I felt the burden of my anxiety evaporate. Somehow, knowing she was embarrassed, put us on the same level, and I no longer felt the need to ‘try’. My only goal now was to try to rescue Lidia from the morass of nerves I had just found my way free of.
As I asked her about her home, showing her my interest by asking follow-up questions, I couldn’t help but be reminded of several girls I knew. They had done the same thing I was doing now. In drawing me out, they were trying to retard the nervousness that was blocking a closer relationship. I felt embarrassed that my nervousness was so easily recognized, and grateful that they cared enough to help me out. I also considered that maybe they were attracted to me, and berated myself for being too busy freaking out to notice.
They heady feeling that those girls, and possibly Lidia as well, were attracted to me, had a life changing affect. I banished forever, my nervousness with girls. I could feel my cock growing with my confidence, and found that, strangely, it no longer seemed a burden, to hide, and worry over; it only served to demonstrate my self confidence. ‘Why should I be embarrassed’ I thought, looking down unabashedly at the growing bulge straining against the right leg of my shorts, 'this gloriously blatant sign of my sexuality is an asset”.
I was pulled back from my musings as Rach came back from her long absence, holding two glasses of wine, and the huge brandy snifter dad had gotten for closing some deal at work. “I got you this cause you’re so much bigger than us.” She said, oh too casually, as she handed us our drinks, and resumed her seat.
It was so obvious to me now. Rach fed on my embarrassment; not cruelly to demean me, but to voyeuristically feed on the sexual energy it supplied her. All the times in the past week (god has it only been a week) that she had put me in a position to be embarrassed by my cock; she was gorging herself on my mountain of discomfort.
I turned to see the effect Rach’s comment had had on Lidia. Her nervousness was blatantly obvious as she fretted with her glass, avoiding looking at either of us. I looked back to Rach, who was watching her intently; Lidia’s discomfort fueling her carnal engine.
Rach would have to adjust to my, newly found, freedom from the embarrassment my massive bulge used to bring me. Hopefully, our combined assaults on other’s sense of propriety would give her the excitement she craved.
Seeing the piteous state Lidia was in, and feeling responsible for my part in Rach’s assault, my guilt reared. Perhaps Lidia would be an ideal target for me to redirect Rach’s need to tease, but her first day so far from home was not the time. Knowing my presence gave Rach the ammunition to continue her attack on Lidia, I excused myself, saying “I’d better get changed for dinner too” as I stood.
That seemed to pop Lidia out of her internal struggles. She looked up to me smiling, and offered “You do not need to dress.” Glancing down at my clothes, she continued “You are wearing fine.” I noticed as she finished, and looked back up to my face, that her smile faltered; a hint of confusion and maybe panic flashed in her eyes.
I walked into the house, wondering at the strangeness of her expression. Possibly, she had seen my bulge, but that didn’t quite fit. Passing it off as trivial, I hid the brandy snifter (Rach having obviously snuck it to me) in a part of the kitchen mom was not likely to notice, and went upstairs to change.
By the time I came back down, the girls had come in, and having set the table, sat together at the back of the booth, talking quietly, waiting for our mom to finish making dinner. Not wanting to intrude, I went to help mom with the last of the dinner prep. I couldn’t hear what the girls were talking about, but their conversation was evidently very serious. My attempts to catch an eye, to smile friendlily, found no attention.
When I helped mom bring the food to the table, they finally suspended their huddle. Rach looked to me as I sat. She had that innocent look of hers that, all too often, hid her evil mind’s true nature. I looked to Lidia; her innocent smile was easier to believe. It occurred to me, however, that her smile could have been just as put on as Rach’s. The only reason I could see through Rach’s deceptive innocence, was that she wanted me to.
We had just started eating when Rach spoke up “Mom, we’re out of wine.” And before our mom could respond, continued “don’t worry, I get more.”
We didn’t usually have wine, and I wondered idly where we kept it as Rach slipped from the booth and left the kitchen. After a few moments, I heard Rach’s muffled plea, “Jake, can you come down here and move this stuff so I can get at the wine?”
Knowing immediately, that Rach was up to something, I tried to disguise my interest, and made a show of begrudgingly going to help. The door in the living room that led to the family room downstairs was open, answering my wondering of where the wine was kept. I sped down the stairs, eager to find out what Rach wanted.
I rounded the opening at the bottom of the stairs, and Rach leapt onto me, wrapping her legs around my waist, and kissing me viciously; her groin bucking into me as she dug her heels into my ass. I grabbed her ass with my hands to help hold her up, and felt her amazing ass flex under my fingers as she pushed her pussy into me with all the power she could muster.
I came up for air, tilting back enough to break the lock her lips had on me, and gasped “Happy to see me?”
“Oh my god. Feel how wet I am.” She said, mad with need. I slid my hands closer together under her to comply and felt wetness soaking her panties and coating her ass and inner thighs. As I marveled at the sheer amount of pussy juice she was swimming in, she panted “You put on that shirt.”
As if those words were an aphrodisiac beyond her ability to control, she redoubled her efforts to hump me, using her legs to pull me tighter against her. She continued her mad grinding, too entranced to focus on anything but her pussy, and I tried to figure out what had driven her to this uncontrolled state. ‘You put on that shirt” was a my only clue. What shirt? ‘Holy shit’ I thought, realization slamming into me. I had grabbed a t-shirt to go downstairs earlier, not realizing it was the shirt Rach had stripped off Lidia while she slept.
Summoning my restraint, panic overcoming this ball of sex writhing on me, I walked to the couch, and pried myself loose, letting Rach fall from me to land sprawled, on the couch. Ignoring her dangerously hungry look, I sputtered “Shit Rach. Did she notice?”
“Of course” Rach said distractedly, scrambling up to grope at me, attempting to undo my shorts. “I told her you have a bunch of shirts that all look the same” she continued, fighting her way through my attempts do shield my shorts, and managing to grab my cock with both hands.
As she pulled me into her mouth, she continued speaking, my dick feeling her mouth forming the words around it, “i…couldn’t…stand…it…every…question…made…me…think…of…your…cock…covering…her…and…me…licking…it…up.”
Nervous that our absence would soon become suspicious, but feeling the need to excise this demon devouring me, I grabbed Rach’s head, and asking “you want this?” pulled her head forcefully, driving myself deep into her mouth. I felt the tip of my cock hit the back of her throat, and pushed more, until I felt it curve down, and sink fully into her.
Rach’s nose pushed into the flat above my cock, her lower teeth scraping against the top of my sack. I held her there, consumed by the sensation of her throat constricting around me. Needing more for my release, I pulled back enough to hear and feel a panicked gasp flow past my dick, then stroked myself into her again and again, heedless of the little hands flailing at my hips.
With one final thrust, I pulled out, intending to cum on as much of her as I could manage. She bit into me painfully as I withdrew, her teeth catching the rim of my cockhead, and holding it prisoner in her mouth. The added sensation threw me over the edge, and I heaved a sigh of relief as pulses of my cum surged into her mouth. Her punishment for my audacity didn’t keep her from eagerly sucking out and swallowing every last drop of my cum.
With a final squeeze from her teeth, enough for me to wince, she released my cock and looked up at me still possessing that hungry look. “My turn” she commanded, jumping up to stand on the couch, and sliding down her panties at the same time.
“We don’t have time” I managed, “I’ll have to make it up to you later.”
The pout I received from Rach was truly one of her best. It coupled the standard lip pucker with a lustful intense stare. The only way I resisted, was to picture my mother at the bottom of the stairs, standing in horrified shock as her son and daughter writhed on the floor before her.
“We have to go Rach” I said, my panic starting to make it’s way into my voice. Seeing the wine bottle she had already retrieved sitting on the end table, I picked it up and looked expectantly at Rach.
“You’re gona pay” she spewed caustically as she stomped past me. I followed her up the stairs, her ass rolling under her dress in front of me. I considered turning on our toy. It would be fun to watch her struggle through dinner. The added thrill of turning it on while Rach and Lidia were huddled together in whispered conversation, pulled strongly at my libido, but fearing to upset her further, I restrained myself from pulling the remote from my pocket.
We resumed our places at the table, our prolonged absence going unnoticed, and spent the rest of the meal talking with Lidia. We all asked questions. Mom wanted to know more about her home life; apparently gathering information to use in making Lidia feel more at home. Rach and Lidia talked about school; each pointing out differences between the Italian schools and the ones here. I asked about her mentioning running on her bio. She seemed truly interested when I invited her to come running with me sometime.
As dinner ended, and the girls started helping clean up, I retreated to take the shower I had not had time for before dinner. Having just cum, I didn’t feel the need to jack off, which sped up my shower considerably. I had just stepped from the shower when I heard a soft tap at the door.
Walking over to the locked door, I whispered “who’s there?”
“You’d better open this door right now” came Rach’s immediate, growling whisper.
Opening the door, and closing and locking it behind her, I turned to see Rach, hands on hips, her eyes burning. “I’m calling in 2 hours of my slave time” she whispered intently, no trace of a smile on her lips.
Even with the fear I felt looking into her eyes, I couldn’t help but feel the excitement. As my cock raised to point at her, I asked, in a whisper somewhere between trepidation and anticipation “Now?”
“Yes Slave” she said authoritatively. Pointing to the floor she said “Down.”
“Yes Master” I said dutifully as I sank to my knees.
Rach hopped up to sit on the edge of the sink, and pointed to a spot on the floor in front of her. “Here” she said impatiently.
I walked on my knees over to her, my face perfectly in line with her pussy as she lifted her dress. She tore off our toy, casting it away to reveal the cause of her frustration. Her pussy was wet and bright pink, the folds of her skin where they dipped into her, were swollen and puffy. “Does this look like a cock?” she spit down at me, “I am Mistress to you.”
Her natural acceptance of this roll startled me, but I managed to recover, whispering in a hopefully dejected manner “Yes Mistress.”
“Make me cum Slave” she ordered forcefully, pulling her legs up to rest her feet on the edge of the sink to either side of her ass.
With a perfunctory “Yes Mistress”, I dove in.
Her pussy was hotter than I could remember it being. As I felt the warmth with my tongue, running it up the length of her slit, I felt her hand grasp my hair roughly. “Here Slave” she directed me with distain, forcing my mouth over her clit.
Deciding to be as good a slave to her as she had been to me, I got down to business, determined to give her the orgasm she needed to relieve her broiling hornyness, and hopeful that a good cum would take the edge off of her attitude. I sucked her clit, and immediately felt her legs begin to shake. Trying something new, I hummed softly as I sucked, vibrating her clit in my mouth. That, apparently, is the perfect thing to get a girl off. Within seconds of me starting to hum on her clit, she came in a frantic, hair pulling, hip bucking, leg squeezing rush.
My head trapped between her legs, her hands buried in my hair, I continued sucking and humming, heedless of my lack of air. After what seemed an eternity, I felt her hands release my head, and her thighs drop to lie twitching, on my shoulders.
Rach’s cum covering my face, I continued sucking, wanting to continue in my assignment until I was directed to stop. After 30 or so more seconds, I felt her legs rise up off my shoulders, and reapply themselves to the sides of my head. Knowing her second orgasm was on it’s way, I decided to help it arrive with a bang.
Sliding my finger under my chin, I entered her, feeling the twitches that warned of a quickly approaching orgasm flick around me, as I dug deep, searching for the spot that would finish her. I found the spot, and pushed it as forcefully as I could. As my finger sank into her spongy sweet spot, her ass rose of the sink. I had to hold onto her with my free arm, as she thrashed against me, her cum spurting onto my chest.
I was prepared to keep at it, perfectly willing for her unconsciousness to be the eventual ending. Rach extricated herself however, pulling herself away from the edge, and my ministrations. Looking down on me with glassy content, she almost smiled, but caught herself. Evidently, while her frustration/anger was gone, she wasn’t ready to let me know that it had been cleansed.
I stayed there, on my knees, and waited, as Rach slowly came down from her high. Eventually, she regained herself enough to compliment me. “Very good slave” she cooed, and I was relieved to hear the frustration and hostility had been banished.
She slid back forward and, regaining some sternness, commanded “Lick me clean.” I obliged eagerly, starting at her knees, where the juices of her pussy had run to during her frustrating wait for release. Taking my time, I reveled in the soft smooth skin of her inner thighs on my tongue.
She stood and turned her ass to me, lifting up her dress to expose the cum coated mess that she had made of herself. Bending over to give me room to do my job, I could see where her cum had gathered between her ass cheeks. I watched with fascination as her cheeks parted and strands of her cum crisscrossed the valley between. Taking even more pleasure in this task, her ass being my favorite part of her amazing body, I worked my way in, starting at the peak of each glorious cheek, and descending into the crease only when everywhere else was licked clean.
As I began working my way down into her but crack, she sighed contentedly. “Don’t miss a spot” she said softly, and I could tell she was saying it through her smile. I saw the small pink circle of her ass hole as my tongue approached slowly from above. Wondering at it’s tiny size, I briefly consulted my limited knowledge base. I had heard of anal sex, but how I could possibly get my dick in this smallest of holes was beyond me.
When my tongue reached her little pink hole, her legs fluttered, and I could swear I heard a giggle. Paying it more attention than it required, I continued spinning my tongue around the pink circle long after it was free of cum; delighting in the reactions it drew from Rach, who continued her muffled giggling.
I eventually sank away from her ass hole, reminding myself to get back there soon, and proceeded to the last cum coated place on her, her pussy. If I had thought it was warm and swollen before, I was mistaken. The bright pink was replaced by an angry red, as if she had been burned, and the heat that met my tongue as I gently stroked it, lent itself to that impression.
Seeing her pussy cleanly glinting, a light sheen of my saliva its only coating, I figured my work was complete. I waited obediently for her to stand back up and turn to give me more instructions. After a few moments, when it became obvious that I was under the impression that I was finished, Rach said, almost sweetly “You haven’t cleaned the inside Slave.”
Restraining myself from showing the eagerness I felt, I whispered “Yes mistress” and let my tongue sink between the soft curves of her pussy lips. The heat was even more intense inside as I sank deep, curling my tongue to scoop up all of the cum that had managed to remain. Finally, feeling nothing but the clean smooth soft flesh of her pussy with my tongue, I pulled back my head, kissing her ass as I withdrew, hoping that would signal her that I had completed her the task she had given me.
Spinning lightly on the balls of her feet, her dress lifting away from her as she twirled, she came to a stop looking down at me, a satisfied smirk as close to a smile as I could hope for, on her face. “I have plans for you tonight” she said, cupping my face in her hands, and fixing me with an evil look.
“Yes Mistress” I acquiesced, pleased to see her face brighten at my use of her title.
“We are going to put on a show for our new houseguest. But first, you need to get ready.” She said wickedly. “Stand” she commanded harshly, and I complied, rising above her. Grabbing me by my cock, she led me to the door. “Do exactly as I say” she whispered over her shoulder, as she gave a painful squeeze to my cock, and opened the door a crack.
Peeking to make sure the hall was empty; she opened the door, and casually led me, by my cock, into my room. She closed my door, and walked to my dresser, her hand’s vice grim pulling me along. Rifling through my drawers, she eventually pulled out a pair of boxers. She turned to me, looking down at the piece of me she held, and seeming satisfied at it’s rigid state, commanded “Put these on.” Hanging them over my cock as she released her hold.
“Yes mistress” I replied, taking the boxers from my cock and attempting to pull them up. These boxers were an old pair, very small, and I struggled to get them over the muscles of my thighs. I eventually got them clear, and they settled tightly around me, lifting my dick to pin it to my stomach, where it laid, proud of the top of the boxers, rising a good 3 to 4 inches, till it literally came to a head at my navel.
I looked up, silently seeking direction from Rach, who, smiling smugly, said “no, that’s a little too much” to herself, and grabbing the exposed portion of my cock roughly, pulled the front of my boxers out, and stuffed me down into the tight silk, cranking my cock to the side where it pushed at the hip of the boxers enough to pull the elastic waist away from my hip.
Backing up to admire her handy work, she smiled a satisfied smirk and said brightly “Perfect.” She looked around my room and I could see the wheels spinning in her head as she planned how she would proceed. I stood there silently watching, as Rach moved my computer to my desk, lining it up carefully, clearly wanting a specific angle.
Satisfied with her camera position, she closed the window showing the video of her room. Apparently she wanted to keep the goings on in her room a secret from me. She turned and walked to me. “You are going to stay hard, do you understand?” she demanded, smacking my dick where it lay smashed against me.
“Yes Mistress” I said as I winced. I was sure, with the imaginings of the two of them glued to Rach’s computer, that I would be able to comply.
“I want you to work out. Stay here, where the camera can see you.” She directed, pointing to the floor at the foot of my bed. “Make it a good work out. I want to see you sweat.” She finished with another wicked smirk on her face, and with a last pat of my pinned cock, she spun, and left the room.
Beside myself with adrenalin, thinking of what I was about to do, I turned on some music to work out to, and retrieved the weights from my closet. Eager to start, I began my normal routine. I thought, as I stretched, about what I would look like in each position; and I wondered excitedly if they were watching yet.
I started my real workout with pushups. Pointing my head toward the camera, I was sure the head of my dick, stretching out against my hip, protruding a good two inches away from my side, would be a good start to the show. Showing off with some slap pushups at the end, I rose and grabbed my weights.
Facing the camera I started my curls. Taking the opportunity to look down, I could see that my cock, showing no signs of shrinking, had pulled itself up along the silk covering my hip. I could see the head from my position, where it had pushed the elastic away from my hip. It was now so close to the rib of elastic, that a twist of my torso would spring it free.
Imagining the view the girls had, I could almost see the hunger in their eyes; their willing that last inch of travel that would expose my glorious cock. Feeling it throb with the thought, I considered granting their perceived wish, but decided I would do nothing to aid my cock’s progression. Nothing, that is with the exception of encouraging it with more thoughts of the effect it’s teasingly slow progress toward exposure was having on the two beautiful girls in the next room.
I bent at the hips, preparing to do my arm extensions, and felt my cock slip further. It was now on the elastic, and I was sure, the camera in front of my prone torso, could see some, if not most, of the head. Driving myself hard, wanting to work up the sweat Rach had demanded, I continued the arm extensions well past my normal set. Feeling the good burn that signaled a job well done, I finally rose back to stand straight up.
As I rose, so did my cock. Springing free of its confinement, it resumed its place dead center, the head resting at my navel. I made sure my expression stayed blank, acting as if I didn’t know, or didn’t care that my cock was nearly half exposed.
I continued with arm lifts, turning to the side half way through to give the girls a profile. I could feel the sweat dripping off me, and the silk of my boxers clinging to my ass.
Having only one thing left to do (I decided to forgo the leg stuff, imagining lunges and the like were not good viewing), I laid down on the floor to do crunches. In profile now, I began my crunches, the sweat on my back sticking to the carpet as I rose up.
The effect of crunches on my half pinned cock was unforeseen. My cock, acting as a lever, was pushed by the muscles in my stomach with each crunch. The resultant prying of the center of my cock, away from my body, pushed the edge of the boxers down. With each crunch, they were levered farther and farther down.
By the time my muscles told me they were done, my dick had levered down the boxers to expose most of its length. I laid back panting, my chest heaving from the effort. My cock, mostly free, did not descend, but hovered inches above my stomach, bouncing with my heartbeat. I left I to float there, letting my imagination explore the possibilities of what could be happening on the other side of the cam.
After a few minutes of lying there letting my cock dance, I realized I didn’t have any instructions for what to do next. Figuring that I needed to preserve the illusion that this was just another workout, I got up, and went about putting away my weights, then turned off the music; my cock swinging and bouncing in front of me as I made my way around the room.
I was just about to lie down, not having any more I could think of to do, when I heard the faintest of taps on my door. I stood behind the door and opened it a crack. Peeking around, I saw Rach smiling up at me. Her arm darted through the opening, and reached around the door. Her smile widened as her hand found, and latched onto my dick. Her hold secure, she put a finger to her lips and led me silently around the door, and out into the hall, making for the bathroom.
Once the door to the bathroom was closed, she turned to me. Rach joined her free hand with the one already around my cock, and gripping it like a baseball bat, used it to rise onto her tip toes to kiss me. My cock had been rock hard for so long, with only the pressure of the boxers against it, that Rach’s tight grip made me buck into it as we kissed.
“Whoa there.” Rach said, rocking back on her heals and breaking the kiss. “I have more plans for you Slave.” She continued sweetly. The change, in her attitude, from when she began her Master role, was startling. Her vicious demeanor had morphed, and now she was sweet Rach again. Perhaps it was my reward for being a good slave for her, or maybe this was her real Master persona, and the hostile Mistress Rachel was an aberration. They both were exciting, and I looked forward to discovering the answers to the questions forming in my mind.
I was literally jerked back to reality as Rach pulled me further into the bathroom. Leading me to stand in front of the toilet, she sat, bringing her face in line with the handle she had turned my dick into. Anticipating a blow job, I was disappointed when she began giving me more instructions.
“You did very well slave.” She began, her hold on my dick squeezing to emphasize her words. “I wanted to show Lidia how to use the cam so she could spy on you.” The sly smile she looked up at me with, made it even harder for me to resist the urge to cum. “I told her I was going to the basement to work on some stuff for volleyball. She’ll be all alone now.” She continued, her smile growing as she reveled her plan.
“You are going to give her a special show. I want to see how turned on you can get her. If you can get her to cum, you can cum too.” Rach whispered sensuously. Pulling down on my cock, forcing me to kneel, she released her cock hold and cupped my face, whispering softly “Do you understand my Slave?”
“Yes Mistress” I barely managed to speak, the thought of her plan racing through my mind.
Leading me back to my room, Rach slid sideways along the wall as she entered, the reason for her careful positioning of the camera becoming clear as she deftly snuck to the chair beside my desk, and turned it so she could view the screen, and me. Motioning me over to the computer, she carefully reached to the keyboard, avoiding getting her arm or hand in view of the webcam. Bringing up her room up on the screen, we saw Lidia, the intensity of her attention palpable, sitting in front of the computer, wearing the shirt Rach had placed on her bed. I was sure I could make out several spots where the cum I had cleaned off my dick and hands had dried.
Rach pulled up a porno on my screen; one of my favorites. As the porn started playing, Rach minimized the video, and I realized she just wanted the sound to complete the illusion that I was jacking off as usual.
It occurred to me that she must have watched me jacking to this video before. It also dawned on me that she had known exactly where to look on my computer to find it. She must have wanted to see what I was jacking off to, and searched to find one she recognized from the sounds she had heard through the webcam. I wondered if she had masturbated to the porn too, imagining me jacking as she watched it. She might have even done it right here, sitting in my chair. I resolved to ask her about it later.
I felt the chair move backward. Looking down, I saw Rach’s foot pushing at the caster leg, her intent to get the good stuff in the shot, plain. My cock had, with my sister’s help, freed itself fully from my boxers, and as I leaned back, I remained upright, a staff quivering impatiently for contact.
I watched Lidia’s reaction. Her intense stare was accented by a hungry pleading. I understood completely. Her anticipation of what she knew I was about to do, was pushing her limits of tolerance. The winding up Rach had done to me, coupled with this view of Lidia illicitly spying on me, had made my cock so stiff and ready, that I knew following Rach’s orders to keep from cumming, unless Lidia came, was going to be a struggle.
I continued to let Lidia’s anticipation grow. If I was going to have any chance of holding off, what I was sure was to be a momentous cum, I needed her to catch up on the hornyness I felt. I did what I hoped was teasing; sliding my hand up and down my thighs, massaging my muscles. Each time my hands approached the base of my cock, Lidia would tense, holding her breath, until my hands slid back away. As she let out each a disappointed breath, her brow would pucker in frustration.
Only being able to see Lidia from the shoulders up, I had no way of knowing if she had begun touching herself. Wishing, in vain, that she would scoot back as I had, so I could see more of her, I tried to discern what she was doing with her hands, to help fill in the missing picture. I could tell they weren’t on the desk, which boded well, but she also appeared relatively still, which did not.
Deciding I had hopefully worked her up enough, I let my next hand slide continue up, slipping both hands around the base of my cock. I had to resist my need to buck my hips as the sensation pulled me deeper into my need to cum. Lidia, her brow smoothing, opened her mouth slightly. The image, reminding me of the sleeping orgasm I had given Rach, was another wave of stimulation threatening to swamp my precarious control.
Without any pressure, only for show, I slid one hand slowly, the length of my shaft. This finally produced some movement in Lidia. As if she had been waiting for the real show to begin, she leaned back in her chair, imitating my slouch. While she hadn’t pushed away to reveal all to me, I could now, at least, see most of her torso. Her arms made a “V” across her chest and stomach; leaving no doubt in my mind that her hands had found their way to her pussy.
Feeling Rach’s foot, toes curling, on the top of my foot, I looked with veiled eyes, over to her. She had hiked her other foot up onto the edge of her chair, giving me a good view of her fingers as they slid slowly, in and out of her pussy; slick with her juice. She watched us both; her head flipping back and forth, hungry to take in every detail.
I continued my, no pressure, slow strokes as I watched the small movements Lidia’s arms made; projecting their motions to her unseen masturbation. One of her hands left her hidden pussy. It wandered up, sliding across her skin, caressing as in rose slowly up under her shirt. Its wandering journey lifted the shirt with it, until it arrived at her breast; a swath of her flat stomach now revealed.
My focus shifted at the feel of Rach’s foot beginning to tremble. Her toes had stopped kneading into my foot, freezing, clenched into little balls of coiled urgency. Her heavy breaths turned to small grunts; blending seamlessly with the porn coming from the speakers. I risked another look over to her, wanting to soak in all of the unbridled lust this unique experience had to offer.
Rach had continued sinking two fingers into her pussy; the ooze of cum they had created, had streamed down over her ass hole, and pooled where her but crack met the seat. Her free hand jumped from her clit, to her nipples; spinning in minutes circles around each target, then pinching viciously, before spastically jumping to another.
Without intent, my hand had started stroking my cock with force; my body’s need driving it to act independent of my mind’s attempt to slow its progress. Looking back to Lidia, my concern over outpacing her turned into constricted expectation. The arm that descended below was a flexed blur of motion; her unveiled stomach clenching as she lifted herself off the seat to meet the wildly moving hand that her arm wielded at her pussy.
I could feel from the tightening of my own stomach, that I could wait no longer. Seizing a wild thought, I groaned “Oh Lidia.” As Lidia’s frozen shock radiated through her, her rapid movements turned to throbs of extreme force. She came in pulses of release; coiling and uncoiling as each wave of her orgasm hit.
While Lidia continued to ride her waves of bliss, I felt Rach’s foot drive down into mine. Not bothering to conceal my attention, I turned to watch, as Rach, consumed with the sight of Lidia’s orgasm, joined her; heaving with every thrust of her fingers; small spurts of cum spritzed from her with every plunge of her shiny fingers, spattering my outstretched leg.
With a heave, my first jet of cum erupted from me, shooting strait into the air. I focused on Lidia through the cascade of cum. Even the lingering pulses of her orgasm could not distract her attention, and I saw the amazement in her eyes grow as jet after jet of my cum surged from me, flying up, and descending to splatter across my chest and stomach.
I felt Rach’s foot go limp on mine just as the last pump of cum dribbled over my hand. With languorous triumph, I melted into the chair. Looking up at the celling, I exalted in my own ability to assist these two beautiful girls to orgasm with only the sight of my cock.
I lifted my head from the back of the chair to reaffirm my conquest. Lidia, laid back in a perfect mirror of my sprawled state, continued to focus on me; though the intensity of minutes before had been replaced by a relaxed interest. Rachel sat, legs splayed wide, her fingers hanging loosely from her soaking pussy; paused in mid thrust as their owner faded from reality.
Seeing Rach was in no condition to bring the curtain down on her little show, I leaned forward and shut my computer, unplugging the internet connection just to be safe. Bending down, I took ahold of her foot, and lifted the dead weight of her leg. Scooting my chair up to hers, I laid the leg I had held, onto my lap, and uncurled her other leg, stretching it out and letting it join the other across my thighs.
Looking out from her stupor, curious at the change in position, she smiled weakly at me and reached out feebly to take my hand. Bending forward, I kissed it; her hand being the only thing I could reach with my lips. “Did I please you Mistress?” I asked with a hint of bravado.
“You were perfect” she said dreamily. Leaning forward, she laid down over her legs, bringing her face close to where my cock protruded between her calves. With languid ease, her tongue drew a bead of cum off the head of my cock, the touch causing it to quiver. A shallow giggle rippled along the curve of her back.
After a few moments, she licked again, curving her tongue around the collar of my cock head. The resultant tremor drew a stronger giggle, and she spread her legs apart to access more of me. The fun of teasing twitches from my cock seemed to revive her, and with increasing voracity, she returned the cum cleaning I had given her in the bathroom earlier. Rach moved her legs off of me, giving her more room, and soon was kneeling in front of me, her head gliding up and down as her tongue slid across my, long ago clean, quickly reviving cock.
Just as I reached full attention, she leaned over further, and proceeded to clean the cum off of my stomach, and slowly work her way upwards. As she finished bathing my chest, I pulled her head up to mine, kissing her slowly as she laid into me. When the kiss ended, she curled up on my lap, snuggling into my chest, and fell asleep. I stayed there for a while, stroking her back, completely at peace.
As time went by, I realized Lidia would be expecting Rach to come to bed. I begrudgingly woke the little ball of sex in my lap as I stood, cradling her slight body in my arms. Paying no heed to my nakedness, I carried her, cooing into my chest, to her door. Gently setting her on her feet, I kissed her goodnight, and headed back to my room; thinking of tomorrow, and of the unknown pleasure it might bring.
END PART 9
MY SISTER & THE EXCHANGE STUDENT PART 10 CONSPIRATORS
I woke to my alarm as usual, groping in the dark for the off button. Another practice loomed ahead. Glancing at my computer as I dressed, I noticed both Rach and Lidia sleeping. I noticed Lidia was still wearing the t-shirt with my cum on it. She had her covers pulled up, but her shoulder was still visible. Rach, beyond Lidia on the far side of the room, was decked out in one of the things we had bought at Victoria’s Secret, a matching set of frilly pastel teal panties and teddy.
I wondered idly as I tied my shoes, ‘why wasn’t Lidia wearing something frilly too?’ She had unpacked, and judging by how nice she dressed, she must have that kind of thing. Feeling slightly disappointed that I couldn’t get exactly what I wanted, I reminded myself how spoiled with riches I was in that regard. ‘No need to be greedy’ I admonished myself.
I rode to practice without leaving an IM for Rach as had become my custom. I couldn’t risk Lidia seeing it and figured Rach would get that and not expect one. Practice was uneventful, as was lessons, except that with my newfound confidence, I realized how many flirtations I had been missing.
Jackie, a stunning blond with a figure strait out of playboy, and 17 years old, gave me clear signals that I’m sure she had been giving me before my awakening. She made several clear signals during practice, clear to me now anyway. During a set which involved getting out and doing starts off the blocks, she kept her eyes on me, not even attempting to look away when I looked and caught her staring. I also noticed as she lifeguarded my lessons, that she was watching me.
It might have been a misread on my part, but I also got the impression that one of the moms of my lessons kids was giving me signals as well. What I had taken as simple interest in her daughter’s lesson seemed now blatant ogling. My suspicions gained more strength when, after her daughter’s lesson, she came up to thank me and put her hand on my shoulder as I sat at a table on deck doing evaluation sheets. My old self would have put it down as her simply trying to gain my attention, but she left her hand on my shoulder long after I had turned to her, removing it with the slightest squeeze only after she had thanked me “so much for all the attention” I had given her daughter.
As I showered in the locker-room, I was awash with more than the water. Suddenly I saw all the opportunities that were being offered. Girls like Jackie would never have even been on my radar before now. She was so ridiculously hot, not to mention 3 years older than me, that aside from supplying ammunition for my masturbation, I wouldn’t dreamed of her being involved in my sex life. Mrs. Hildebrandt (she asked me to call her Sarah), was very attractive, but would never have occurred to me as a possible partner until today. I figured that she definitely did not know I was only 14. I probably seemed 17ish to her; old enough apparently for flirting if not much more.
Heady with these revelations, I made my way to my bike. A honk of a horn as I fiddled with the lock drew my head up to see Rach and Lidia Waiting in the Jeep. Smiling at them as I pulled my bike from the stand, I saw Rach whisper something to the back of Lidia’s head, and then secretly pucker up and kiss the air at me over Lidia’s head.
As I approached the Jeep, Rach called out “We’re gona show Lidia the mall” concealing a wink from Lidia as she said ‘mall’.
“Sounds great!” I said cheerfully as I placed my bike in back.
I only realized the problem as I came around to get in. The back seat was completely taken up by my bike. There was going to be a seating problem. I could see by the look on Rach’s face that she was well aware of the ‘problem’. A flash of her evil grin put aside any doubt. Not having any concern with letting either of them sit on my lap, but feeling the urge to throw Rach off her plan, I walked to the driver’s side.
“I’ll drive Rach, you two will fit on a seat better than one of you with me.” I explained easily as I reached to step up and in.
Rach was so thrown by this deviation from her plan that she confusedly moved out of my way as I slid into the driver’s seat. With nowhere else to go, she sheepishly sat down on Lidia’s lap. I managed to keep a straight face even as I saw the look of complete loss on Rach’s face. Lidia, unaware of Rach’s plan, or its complete derailment, smiled easily and wrapped her arms around Rach’s waist like she was holding a big teddy bear on her lap, and looked ahead; ready to proceed to the mall.
As I drove I snuck glances at the two of the together in the passenger’s seat. Rach was wearing a jean skirt and one of her tops the showed off her flat stomach. Lidia’s arms crossed over that stomach now; the innocent skin to skin contact bade more than just my heart beat. Lidia’s shirt was similar to the top of the dress she had worn to dinner last night. It was loose and light and gathered under her chest. She wore jeans, which even from my obstructed view were obviously tight.
I felt my dick growing down the leg of my shorts, and did nothing to hide or display it. By the time we turned into the mall, it had risen to full rigidity, rising up off my right thigh the several inches the shorts had to give. Pulling to a stop without parking, I turned to the girls to ask “where do you want to start at?” I was pleased to see both of them quickly look up from what we all knew was there.
Rach hesitated a moment, then said “food court” distractedly.
“Your wish is my command” I said smiling, and drove to park outside the entrance Rach requested. I got out quickly and wet around to the back of the jeep to lock my bike to the spare. I could see some more girl whispering as I worked the chain. It didn’t bother me in the least. In fact, it made me, if possible, even harder. I opened my shorts and readjusted myself, choosing the hip as my location for the day. It wasn’t as obvious as when I was wearing the boxers last night, but the bagginess of the shorts gave my dick free reign to exert its length, letting it extend from my side the 2 inches it needed. The bulge wrapped around my hip left no doubt what those 2 inches were.
I walked back around as the girls stepped down from the jeep. My impression that Lidia’s jeans were tight was right on the money. They also were cut very low. As she stepped down after Rach, her hold on the role bar lifted her shirt enough for me to see her hip bones rising above the top of the jeans, and the slight gap between the jeans and her skin where the valleys between her pubic bone and thighs began. If I hadn’t already known Lidia was shaved, I would know now.
I let them lead, being happy to watch them from behind. Lidia had never been to a mall before, and was astounded that so many stores were in one building. She and Rach spoke Italian as they considered the mall map. Apparently finding a destination, the headed off, both looking back to make sure I was in tow. We arrived and I saw it was the same store Rach and I had bought her new bikini in only days before.
“Lidia needs a two piece” Rach said in way of explanation over her shoulder as we crossed the threshold.
I wondered at this as we made our way to the suit section. I was under the impression that European girls were freer with showing skin, and couldn’t even imagine Lidia, on the beach with a one piece on. My musings faded away as I watched the girls rifling through the racks of bikinis; holding them up on each other and commenting in Italian on each option. My heart skipped a beat when I saw Rach pull a white bikini from the rack and hold it up against Lidia. It was definitely the same bikini Rach had cum all over on our last visit here.
I tried to catch Rach’s eye, hoping to silently ask her if my presumption was true. Either to punish me for my ruining her plan in the jeep, or simply because I was not needed for this decision, neither of them looked my direction as the amassed a selection from the racks. My old self would have felt hurt at this apparent rebuff. Luckily, my new self was perfectly fine with sitting back on a bench and watching.
They left the racks, each holding several suits, and walked a little way before turning to see me still sitting on the bench. “C’mon Jake, we need you” Rach said sweetly, and they both smiled encouragingly.
“Sure thing” I said brightly, bouncing up from the bench and catching up with them as they arrived at the try on area. I found the same bench I had sat on last time, and watched as they disappeared into the same tall I had snuck into.
Apparently my job this glorious day was to watch Rach and Lidia try on things, and give my opinion. I decided as the door to the little room opened, that today would be a good day indeed. Lidia stepped out wearing such a small bikini, back with little white bows on the hips, that had I not already seen her naked, I would still have very little to imagine. She smiled at my look of wonder, and spun around to show me the back which consisted of a couple of strings across her back, and a triangle of black which clung to the curve of her butt cheeks, threatening at any moment to disappear into the crack that showed proud of the top of the suit a good inch.
“You like?” Lidia asked, smiling back at me over her shoulder.
I pulled my gaze up to meet her question. “It’s awesome” I offered earnestly, managing to smile through my wonder.
With a giggle, she skipped back to the room speaking softly but excitedly in Italian to Rach who gave me a wink as she closed the door. The next two suits were similar to the first, but I liked the look of the black suit more, telling Lidia “I like the way the black suit looks with your long black hair.”
I got a sweet smile for that comment, and was sure as I waited for the last suit, that I’d suggest she buy the black suit. I was proven wrong. The last suit was none other than the white suit I had picked for Rach. Lidia walked out and I was sure my dick wanted to vote as it attempted to rise up and be heard. I stood up as she emerged; it seemed the right thing to do when presented with such a site.
Lidia’s dark tan made the white suit seem to glow around her. The contrast was startling. The tube of material that covered her chest gathered in the between her breasts, creating two horizontal teardrops. The bottoms hung low on her hips recreating the gaps I had seen from her jeans where the valleys between her pubic bone and thighs began, but with much more audacity. I was sure if I had been standing next to her, I could have seen down through them.
“Wow!” was all I needed to say, which was lucky, because I was at a loss; literally struck dumb. As she excitedly returned to the room, Rach smiled evilly at me. She apparently had planned on finding that bikini and getting Lidia to wear it. Shaking my head as I waited for them to emerge, I let my exasperation at Rach’s devious plans evaporate with a shrug. Even if I was on the receiving end, it was still more fun than I had ever hoped for.
They emerged giggling, and I stood up, preparing to follow them to the register. When the headed off in a different direction, I figured they were going to get clothes too. They came to a stop and Rach spun to face me, evil glee splitting her face with a smile.
“Your turn” she said in her sing-song voice, indicating the men’s swim suit area she had led me too.
I knew she was waiting eagerly for me to get all flustered, craving the sexual tension that would ensue. Almost feeling guilty that I would rob her of that thrill, almost, I smiled easily and offered “Why don’t you two pick some out, I never know what to get.”
The look of shock on Rach’s face was priceless as I made my way over to yet another bench and waited for them to pick something out. I could see Rach’s look of confusion turn into one of determination as she searched through the racks with Lidia. There little giggles assured me that I was being set up but I didn’t care. My only real concern was disappointing Rach. I was pretty sure her feelings for me would stand up to the loss of this kind of voyeuristic thrill she craved, but was sad that she was losing it none the less.
Selections apparently made, they beckoned me, and each taking a hand, led me to the changing rooms. Rach’s confident smile as we walked showed me she hadn’t given up. We reached the rooms AND Rach couldn’t help giving me a little smirk as they handed me their choices.
I closed the door behind me and looked through the suits. There were 4 in all. One was pretty standard, cargo style, green and baggy. Maybe they were giving me a safe choice in case I balked. The next was also cargo style, blue, but more form fitting and a little small. The third was shorter, like running shorts, but made from speedo material, tight and completely useless for hiding anything. The fourth was a speedo racing suit, the kind I wore all the time, albeit without the throbber I had now.
I decided to start slow and end with gusto. Not even bothering with the safety choice, I pulled on the blue trunks. They were small; I had a bit of a struggle getting them over my thighs. Once I got them up, it was time to decide where the monster would make his home. Knowing the other two options precluded running him down one leg (they were both too short), and wanting to give as many options as possible, I used the leg method. The tightness of these trunks dismissed any chance of it going unnoticed, so I let it run down the front of my thigh, imagining the difference in its noticeability if I turned to the side.
I took my shirt off wanting it to be a realistic modeling of a suit, and opened the door to go let the girl’s see. They were right there at the door waiting not three feet away. “These are a little tight don’t you think” I said, turning to the side to make sure they could see just how tight. I looked at the mirror, allowing them to look without being caught.
“Let’s see the Back” Rach suggested reaching to my waist and turning me away. I flexed my ass; hoping girls liked those dimples on guys as much as I liked them on girls. A giggle told me they did, and I let them look for a few more seconds before asking their opinion as I turned back around.
“I am liking them on you” Lidia said with only a hint of guilty pleasure.
“Me too” said Rach impatiently. “Go try on another pair.”
I quipped “O.K.” brightly, and went back into the room, closing the door behind me. The second pair, the running shorts length ones, fit like saran wrap. Just tight enough to hug every curve, not tight enough to squish any detail. I wrapped my cock low around my hip and was shocked at how much detail it allowed. Not only was the head clearly displayed, I could even make out a vein or two as they wrapped around the shaft. Knowing that this had to be more than they expected, I felt a bit of what Rach must be craving.
As I opened the door and saw Lidia’s face go slack as she stared, I felt the exhilaration more strongly. I could see how Rach could become addicted to the shock and sexual discomfort of others. I looked over to her. She had pulled herself away from the stare Lidia appeared unable to. She was looking at me quizzically. I smiled a little evil smile in my best Rach impression, and indicated Lidia with a flick of my eyes. Slowly, her quizzical look faded, replaced with a mirror of my expression. In that moment I felt my role as target change to that of a conspirator. Rach accepted the change seemingly eagerly, and we shared the feeling with a stolen glance when Lidia looked up and stammered “I like this one very much” with a beat red face.
I returned to the room to try on the last suit. I had just sat down to start when Rach ducked in. “Lidia asked the attendant to show her the bathroom” she said quivering with excitement as she jumped on top of me panting with need.
“That was so awesome!” she sputtered through the kiss she attacked me with. “I can’t believe you did that” she continued surprise and maybe a touch of pride slipping from her lips as she scooted back to kiss my chest. I saw her reach back and hike up her skirt revealing a panty less ass.
“No panties?” I asked in a whisper.
“I was going to surprise you” she said coyly, looking up at me from my chest.
“I’m surprised” I said pulling her up to me.
I slid my hands under her arms and lifted her up above me. She giggled as she pulled her legs up, letting me hold her suspended above me. I slowly lowered her, giving her time to reach between her legs and aim my cock. Once I was lined up and Rach had gotten the head of my cock halfway inside her, I released her, and she slammed down onto me, completely taking me in one violent thrust.
The grunt that seemed driven from her was equal parts pleasure and pain. I thought I might have pushed her beyond her limits, but then, using her legs, on foot on each side of my thighs, she rose up and imitated the thrust, not with as much force as the first one, but clearly wanting it. As she rose up again, I wrapped my hands around her waist and pulled her down with as much force as I could generate. I got another pain/pleasure grunt, and decided if this is what she wants, I’ll do my best.
Hooking one arm under each of her knees I stood up. She wrapped her arms around my neck to keep from falling, and I slowly lifted her up till I could feel the head of my cock catch at the opening of her pussy, then I let my arms drop a foot and thrust up into her as she fell.
“Wow!” from Rach was all the encouragement I needed.
I increased my pace, gradually reaching full speed, her legs assisting with the lifts. “Oh…GOD” was Rach’s only warning. The next time she impaled herself, her arms around me clamped her to me like a vice, and her hips began jumping and bucking out of control. I felt a spray hit my pelvis as her pussy forcefully ejected me, and with each subsequent bucking of her hips, another spurt hit me.
She continued like that for 6 or 7 more bucking squirts before melting into a twitching mess in my arms. I was just setting her down on the chair when there was a soft tapping at the door.
“Jake, are you here?” came the worried whisper from Lidia.
Thinking quickly I formed a plan of my own. “Yea Lidia, I’m just getting my clothes back on” I said sharing a smile with Rach who had been jerked back to reality by the knock.
“Rach is not here” Lidia continued, worry still evident in her voice.
“She needed something to drink. We’ll pay for our suits and meet up with her at the food court.” Rach’s look of impressed agreement of my plan filled me with pride.
I moved the chair holding a still shaky Rach behind the door, and finished getting dressed. I closed the door behind me as I left Rach to recover. I took my time walking to the register, and paying for the suits. I decided on the second suit, Lidia chose the white bikini.
We strolled to the food court, stopping to throw coins in the fountain. Lidia told me how important fountains are to Italian culture and we giggled at some of the superstitions about them. When we finally arrived at the food court, there was Rach waving us over.
We got something to eat and as we ate Rach massaged the tops of my feet with hers; stealing secret knowing looks at me whenever she could sneak them by Lidia. The rest of the trip to the mall was unremarkable aside from the fact that I got to walk around with two super-hot girls; letting my easily spotable bulge do the explaining of why they were with me.
When the girls said they wanted to stop by Victoria’s Secret before we left, I saw from the look of eagerness on Rach’s face, and the look of discomfort on Lidia’s face, that my presence would lead to some serious mischief on Rach’s part. My well-earned empathy for Lidia, knowing all too well how being a target of Rach’s fetish for sexual embarrassment felt, I sensed that Lidia was near her breaking point. Not wanting to push too far too fast, I said I had a headache, and told them I would wait in the car.
The clear disappointment on Rach’s face was expected, and a smiled an apology to her. Lidia seemed relieved; as I had also expected, however I also thought I felt a slight bit of disappointment from her as well. As I walked to the car, carrying the bags of stuff the girls had already bought, I stewed over Lidia’s expression.
Maybe I had underestimated her ability to withstand the Rach treatment; I hardly knew her after all. I laid back in the jeep considering as I waited for them to finish their shopping. Rach had pushed me to the breaking point, but never past it. Perhaps Rach knew better than me what Lidia could handle. She defiantly knew her better; and while my experience as her target had given me insight, perhaps her experience at inflicting had given her insight as well.
I resolved to let her have a free hand. I would be her willing accomplice; not limiting her fun. If she ever went too far, and caused real pain, I would know I was right in the first place, and could reassert my limits on her use of me.
I moved from the driver’s seat to the passenger’s seat; letting Rach’s initial plan for Lidia to have to sit on my lap to get another chance. My cock would have been solid with just the experience of hanging out with these girls, but the added stimulation of fucking Rach and not cumming made for a painfully rigid hard on. Even with the time I had spent alone in the jeep, as I opened my shorts to adjust for maximum effect on Lidia, the pain of prying it out of my boxers caused me to wince.
I laid it straight up against myself, letting the top half breathe where it remained free of my shorts, against my stomach; hidden as usual by my t-shirt. I cautioned myself not to let what happened that first day with Rach to reoccur with Lidia. I doubted Lidia would take it as well as Rach had.
A good half hour passed while the girls presumably shopped at V.S. My mind’s inevitable wandering to imagined scenes of Rach and Lidia trying on any number of flimsy lingerie, ensured that I’d be ready for Lidia when they finally returned.
I caught a glimpse of them cumming, and feigned sleep (I’m not sure why). I could hear them as they neared. They whispered as they approached, apparently aware I was asleep, and not wanting to wake me. Unlike the other opportunities I had had to eavesdrop on their conversation, they were speaking English this time.
“…ill be fun. Just watch.” Came Rach’s voice softly, as she came into range of my ears.
“Jake?” Rach whispered, close up; an obvious attempt to discern the depth of my sleep.
I gave no response, wondering what Rach’s little mind was up to, and eager to find out. After perhaps 10 seconds, and several muffled giggles from both girls, I felt the front of my shirt lift slowly. Wishing I could see what was going on, I frustratedly tried to piece together the scene. By the sounds of the muffled whispers and giggles, I could tell Rach was close, and had been the one to unveil my cock. The sounds from Lidia had started some 10 feed away by my guess; but after my cock was free of the shirt, I could hear her coming closer, eventually indistinguishable in distance From Rach’s voice.
Their whispers were still in English, but so low that it was hard to make out much. A “…on’t wake up. Watch.” From Rach, was followed by a soft poke at the head of my cock. My cock jumped at the contact; apparently not being a team player in my feigned sleep. Hushed exited giggles from both girls cut my silent reproach to my cock, short.
After the giggles died down, I heard Lidia, nervousness and excitement evident, even through her whisper, answer “O.K.” in response to Rach’s silent urging. I felt another touch to my cock. Unlike Rach’s poke, this touch was soft, and stayed. I felt a finger, or maybe two, cross over the head and then slide to the rim, where it hooked under and ran around the underside in a slow sweep. My dick surged with need at that, and I had to restrain my body from pushing into the frustratingly gentle touch.
The fingers, more than one for sure now, curled slowly around the shaft; their shakiness discernable as they glided down the 4 or so inches that were available to them. As they started their way back up, I felt what must have been a thumb slide between my cock and my stomach. With that addition, the touch became a hold, and I felt a slight adjustment to the grip as a slight squeeze attempted to bring the thumb and fingers together as they wrapped around. I could tell they didn’t make it, though its hard tell how close they came to completing the circle.
My ability to restrain my impulse to buck into the grip on my cock was reaching its fail point. Deciding o needed to end it before I lost control; I turned my head away slightly, and opened and closed my mouth, doing my best impression of stirring from sleep. I felt a slight yank on my shirt, and the hold on my dick vanish at the same time. A few seconds of hurried footsteps later, and I heard Rach’s voice.
“Jakey, wakey wakey” she tittered as they approached the jeep for the second time. As I faked a start, and jerked my head around in their direction, I saw that they had, in the panic of running off, left their bags from V.S. at the jeep. Laughing to myself at how busted they would have been if their molestation had been unknown to me, I pretended not to notice, and greeted them with my most innocent smile.
“Hey, you guys get what you wanted?” I asked, intending the double meaning, and pleased to see that it went over their heads.
“Yep, we’re all set.” Rach replied brightly.
As the added the V.S. bags to the pile in back, I caught Rach’s eye, and winking, said “Can you drive Rach? My headache is just goin’ away, and I want to relax.”
I was happy to see that, although she shrouded her excitement from Lidia, Rach shared it with me. This transition from target to conspirator was going more smoothly than I could have hoped.
Rach hopped up and into the driver’s seat, risking a quick grab at my cock through my shirt as Lidia, no doubt realizing the position she was about to be in, stalled at the back of the jeep; messing with the bags. With a little squeeze, Rach let go just as Lidia came around to my side.
“You on me, or me on you?” I asked her jokingly, knowing it was ridiculous to think I’d sit on her lap.
“ Me…on you” she managed tremulously, not making eye contact.
As she climbed up I got another look at her stomach and the gaps her low jeans created. Up close, I felt I really could see down them a bit. She turned her butt to me as she stood on the running pipe, preparing to back into place. As she descended onto me I watched her jeans pull down in back, exposing a wide swath of skin and the top inch of her ass. I managed a rushed stream of thought in that moment.
‘How low are her panties? They can’t be lower that her jeans. Where are they?‘ Just as her ass made contact with my right thigh I realized ‘she’s not wearing any panties.’ The hum of that thought drowned out everything but the sensation of Lidia’s ass tentatively searching around on my lap for a spot to sit.
I had my legs together, hoping to avoid her sitting between them. It was so funny when she finally came to rest, that I had to chance a look to Rach. I could see from her expression that she was holding back a laugh too. Lidia had put herself as far from my cock as she could get. She had straddled my legs inches from my knees; the of this position was that it rotated her ass up, effectively sticking it out, and made it look like nothing so much as her humping my legs.
Lidia was looking straight ahead which gave me the opportunity to catch Rach’s attention with a questioning look as I pointed to Lidia’s now very exposed, ass and indicated the bare crack that emerged. After a moment’s thought, Rach evidently caught on to my question of Lidia’s panties. With an evil look and a small shake of her head, she confirmed my suspicions that Lidia was not wearing any.
I was sure that Rach literally drive Lidia back into me as she had done to me herself that first day. I was prepared therefore when she gunned it and Lidia’s careful perch on the end of my legs was destroyed as she slid helplessly back into me. With only my t-shirt between my dick and her exposed flesh, I was sure she felt the pressure of it on her. The tenseness of her body I felt as I reached around her to innocently hold her, confirmed her awareness.
Rach did her best, during the drive home, to instigate more collisions. No doubt wildly hoping my cock would repeat the performance it had given her. While I was all for letting Rach feed her need, and had decided to let her dictate the parameters of our little game, I was sure this small level of control was my right. Needless to say, while Lidia got my dick wedged into the top of her ass, and pressed firmly against her for the 20 minutes it took us to get home, I remained in control.
We pulled in to the drive and as the car stopped, I released my protective hold on Lidia. I was expecting her to fly off of me as quickly as she could without it seeming weird. So I was surprised when Rach beat her out of the jeep. She seemed just as reticent to get off me as she had to get on me. Eventually, as Rach unloaded the bags, she slowly slipped off of me, and down and out of the jeep.
I got out after her, and stood waiting as the girls unburied my bike. As soon as the bags were removed, Lidia grabbed half, and made a bee line for the house. Rach waited for the door to close behind her, then leaned in and up to my ear.
“Look at your shorts.” She whispered knowingly.
I looked down and saw a wet spot the size of a pancake just below my crotch. “Holy shit” I whispered smiling back up to Rach.
“You really got her going” Rach said with pride.
“Well you gave her a good warm up before you” (I did the air quotes) “woke me up.” I finished with a smile.
The shock on her face was too much, and I leaned against the back of the jeep as I laughed. After a few moments, Rach’s shocked look broke apart, and she joined me, falling into me as she too laughed. It was the perfect release for all of the sexual tension (well not the perfect release, but all I could hope for now).
As we finally regained ourselves, Rach came close again and slid her hand under my shirt to take hold of me. The constant hard on all day had put me in a bad state, and I winced as her grip applied pressure.
“Oh, poor boy” she said sincerely. “You’ve had a hard day hu?”
“Great day…but yea…very hard” I whispered
“That was so much fun! I can’t wait till tomorrow.” She said excitedly
“What’s tomorrow?” I asked
“We’re hanging out at Sharon’s Remember?” Rach said, smiling wickedly
“Oh yea” I said, returning her smile.
SORRY AGAIN FOR THE WAIT. I’LL START THE NEXT CHAPTER RIGHT AWAY.
STAY TUNED
MY SISTER & THE EXCHANGE STUDENT PART 11 DINNER & A MOVIE
Rach followed Lidia into the house while I extricated my bike from the jeep. As I parked it in the
garage, I tried to will my painful hard-on down. The rock hard state I’d been in since the girls
picked me up at the pool nearly 6 hours ago had, on the ride home with Lidia on my lap, gone from
pleasurable pain, to near agony.
I considered cranking one out right there in the garage, but one tentative grip confirmed my fear
that I was too far down the road of blue-balls to stand the act. I fell back to plan B, forced
shrinkage.
I quietly made my way to the bathroom, avoiding any Rach instigations, and took a cold shower;
forcing my thoughts to focus on anti-hard images. The last two years of being self-conscious of my
bulge had had its plusses; I had become very skilled at deflation. Sighing with relief as I felt
the pressure ease, I turned the shower warm, and relaxed; my only energy expended by my intentional
oversight of all things Rachel.
I stayed in my sanctuary from sex long enough to be confident that another woody would be painless,
and then, towel in hand, I re-entered the world. I opened the bathroom door, heedless of my nudity
and who might see me, and walked to my room to dry off.
My glance at the computer told me that the girls weren’t in their room. With a mix of relief and
disappointment I fell back onto my bed. It was amazing how exhausting being hard all day could be.
Without intending it, I fell asleep almost instantly, my legs still hanging over the edge of the
bed.
I woke to a soft tapping on the door. “Jake, there is dinner” came Lidia’s tentative voice softly
through my door.
“O.K. I’ll be down in a minute” I managed through the fog of waking up.
I pulled on some basketball shorts, and a t-shirt, and headed for the kitchen. The haze in my
brain made the empty and, apparently un-cooked-in, kitchen an unfathomable mystery. Luckily, my
nose stepped in to help out. The unmistakable smell of pizza led me down stairs to the family
room.
“Bout time” was Rach’s greeting as I rounded the corner at the bottom of the stairs. The girls
were sitting on a blanket between the sofa and the big-screen, picnicking on the pizza sitting
between them. I noticed Rach had convinced Lidia not to “dress” for dinner. Rach had on her short
“Bite Me” shorts, and a t-shirt she had trimmed so it came only halfway down her stomach. Lidia
wore one, or possably two of her purchases from the mall; a pink tank top with “GAP” written across
her chest, and a pair of silky loose shorts I imagine could have come from Victoria’s Secret.
As I joined them, smiling my greeting to both of them in turn, I noticed that short shorts and
sitting Indian-style was a great combo. Rach’s shorts were tight, but I saw enough to confirm the
lack of panties. Lidia’s shorts however, seemed tailor-made for my viewing pleasure. I could
easily see down the leg that pointed toward me to the smooth pink of her pussy. The contrast with
her dark tan made it seem to glow even in the shaded cover that her shorts barely managed to
provide.
The girls had been in mid- conversation when I came in, so I quietly ate, and let them talk. It
was difficult to follow along. They seemed to flip back and forth from Italian to English without
a care. I gathered they were talking about something in Italy; perhaps someone, but it was hard to
tell.
Eventually they finished that conversation, and Rach turned to me. “Have a good nap?” she asked
smiling sweetly.
“Yea, I can’t believe I was so tired.” I said through a mouthful of pizza.
“We’re gona watch a movie. You up to it?” Rach asked, not giving me any indication she intended
the double meaning.
“Depends on what movie.” I said with false bravado; I would have stayed through the chick-iest
flick they could find.
“You chose a movie for us” Lidia offered, interjecting as if to mollify me and my idle threat.
With my newfound understanding, I could tell Lidia was into me. What I couldn’t tell was the
reason she didn’t act on her desire. Perhaps, as I gained more experience, I would get better at
figuring this kind of thing out. As it was, I was only able to narrow it down to 4 possibilities.
First, her culture might encourage a demure demeanor, expecting the guy to work for it. Second,
the presence of Rach was making any, more forward actions, awkward. Third, the 1½ year deficit in
my age was causing a battle between her hormones and her brain. Fourth, she feared any
relationship beyond friendship might jeopardize her situation as guest in our house.
Coming back to the present, I accepted the offer to choose a movie, and went to the shelf to find
something. A few quiet words in Italian from Rach to Lidia as I flipped through the DVDs, seemed
to reignite the girl’s giggles. I figured Rach was busting Lidia for encouraging me to stay.
I popped in something I can’t remember, except I know I got something with Brad Pit; Rach loves the
Pit, and I was trying to be nice. I went to sit on the sofa, and the girls laid face down on the
blanket in front of me to watch.
Everything started off normally. I spent half of my time watching the two asses on the floor at my
feet; enjoying the freedom of not worrying about getting busted for it, as they were locked onto
the movie. My cock awoke refreshed from its rest as I took in the view. It shared the right leg
of my basketball shorts with my thigh, pointing, ironically, at the back of Lidia’s head; the
source of much of what gave it the power to point.
Rach asked for a bathroom break, and I paused the movie as she got up and headed upstairs. Lidia
rolled over onto her side; forced by the absence of Rach, and the frozen movie, to turn to me.
“You like the movie?” she asked, clearly trying to fill the awkward silence.
“Yep.” I answered easily, then added “You?”
As I asked, I saw Lidia’s eyes catch on the opening of my shorts leg. After a frozen moment of
staring, too long to possibly pass unnoticed, she looked back up to me. Her expression shifted as
if she were waking up, and she stammered “Excuse me. Pease repeat.”
Smiling innocently, I said “I asked did you like the movie.”
“Yes, I like it very much” she answered, seeming to regain her composure.
Lidia sat up to face me, and pulled her knees up under her chin. The looseness of her shorts
caused them to hang away below her. I could see her smooth tan skin curving away from the backs of
her thighs to the gentle sweep of her ass. I let my eyes linger there purposely; hopefully sending
her a message, and also easing her discomfort at getting caught doing the same.
As I looked back up to her I measured my expression; wanting my smile to walk the line between
innocent and lecherous. I was pleased to see a small smile creep onto her lips. Finally the veil
of awkward nervousness seemed to be lifting from her. I was about to test the limits of that small
smile when Rach returned.
Rach carried with her, three more blankets, and a couple of pillows. “I was getting cold” she
answered the unspoken question.
“Me too” agreed Lidia, as Rach handed her a blanket and pillow.
As Lidia laid back down and arranged herself, Rach tossed me a blanket, and turned to lay back down
next to Lidia. As I turned the blanket over in my hands, the remote to our toy fell onto my lap.
Smiling to myself at the her audacity, I threw the blanket over my legs and waited patiently for
the girls to finish arranging themselves.
They had been laying shoulder to shoulder before. Their feet not quite reaching the foot of the
sofa. As Rach laid down this time though, she scooted back till her knees hit the bottom of the
sofa between my feet. Getting the hint, I slid down in my seat, moving my ass to the edge, and
lifted up my blanket to let Rach’s feet in, where they rose to the perfect height between my
thighs.
I pulled down my shorts, capturing Rach’s feet in each of the leg holes as I slid them down;
letting them fall to my feet and slide up Rach’s calves, pinning her knees to my ankles. Free from
the confines of the shorts, my cock rose away from Rach’s feet to tent the blanket. With my hand I
tipped it down and held it till Rach managed to grip it between the arches of her little feet.
Hoping all of this had gone unnoticed by Lidia, I belatedly un-paused the movie as Rach slowly slid
her feet the length of my cock. I upped the movie volume to help cover any sounds that might give
us away, and switched on both the clit, and g-spot vibe to 1. Rach had already cum without me once
today, and I was going to make sure she didn’t leave me hanging again.
I watched her ass roll slowly under her blanket as the vibes began their work. Her feet stopped
their slide up my cock mid stroke as her attention was diverted. I turned the vibes off, wanting
to send the message that her pleasure was tied to mine. She risked a quick glance over her
shoulder to me, a frustrated pout on her lips. I closed my hand over her toes and forced her feet
to finish the stroke.
Rach turned back to the movie, and resumed her work on my cock in earnest. I couldn’t tell if it
was for my benefit or out of frustration but, the pressure of her feet on my cock, and the speed at
which she slammed the tops of her feet into my groin as she bottomed out at the base of my cock
with each stroke, felt amazing. I turned the vibes back on, to 2 this time, to show her my
appreciation. With only a momentary stutter, her feet resumed pulling at my cock.
The blanket on Rach was a frustrating impediment to my view of her ass. I leaned over and slowly
pulled down on the blanket. As it began moving, Rach glanced over her shoulder at me again; a wild
recklessness shone in her eyes. Taking that as consent, I continued pulling at the blanket,
eventually leaving it gathered in the crook of her knees.
Her ass now more exposed, I watched the “Bite Me” printed across her shorts quiver and roll. Her
tendency to hump the air as she got close to cumming, though stifled, warned me that I was in
danger of being left behindl.
I could feel the shaking that promised her orgasm through her feet on my dick. The sensation,
almost a vibration, was the straw that broke the camel’s back. Throwing caution to the wind, I
flipped off the blanket covering my lap; exposing my cock, wrapped in my sister’s feet, to anyone
who happened to turn around.
Grabbing both of Rach’s feet in my hands, I held them still, and forcefully pumped into them. Just
as the first jet of cum erupted from me, I shifted my aim with her feet. A long white stream of
cum flew out over Rach, landing in a trail up her back as the next jet of cum took its place in the
air. The second load of cum shot into the back of Rach head like a water hose.
My barely coherent thought that she must have felt that was confirmed as I felt and saw her body go
rigid with her orgasm. I sent stream after stream out through her feet, most landing on her
exposed lower back, and rigidly flexed ass; any concern at being discovered by Lidia buried by the
bliss of my long awaited cum.
As the last meager globs of cum oozed into Rach’s feet, my senses returned and I flipped the
blanket back over my lap. I laid back exhausted and breathed a deep sigh of relief. ‘I needed
that’ I thought to myself dreamily.
A twitch against my cock brought me back, and I realized I still had the vibes on. I hurriedly
grabbed the remote, and switched them off. I looked up just it time to see as Rach’s rigid body
shuddered, and then melted.
I waited a few moments for Rach to come back from her sub-space, admiring the state of her cum
coated back and ass. When she finally looked around to me, the reprimand in her eyes was tempered
by the sly smile she gave me. Glancing over her shoulder at her own ass, she reached back. Finding
a spot on her lower back where my cum had pooled, she scooped some up with two fingers, and
seductively brought them to her mouth; watching my reaction to her lewd performance.
I returned her sly smile, and leaning over, pulled her blanket back up past the worst of my cum.
Sighing deeply as she finished licking her fingers clean, she turned back to the movie; her feet
still cradling my cock in a loving embrace.
As the movie neared its end, I watched for any sign from Lidia that she had noticed the perversion
going on behind her. She seemed engrossed in the movie, which was a good sign, but I had no way of
knowing for certain if she had seen or heard anything.
I was a little surprised at the lack of concern I felt. The thought of Lidia discovering Rach and
my secret relationship, instead of causing a feeling of panic, produced only slight nervousness. I
searched myself, trying to find a reason for this absence of fear. Failing to find any logical
explanation, I reminded myself to be careful; evidently I needed to chaperone myself in this.
The movie ended, and I remembered just in time, to pull my shorts back up and free Rach from the
bind they had around her knees. Rach wrapped her blanket around her, cleverly covering the mess
down her back, and led the way upstairs. I brought up the rear, following Lidia who, unlike Rach,
had left her blanket behind; giving me, intentionally or not, another opportunity to check out her
ass as we climbed.
I felt the, all too uncommon, cool evening breeze flowing through the house as we crossed the
living room headed for the stairs to our rooms. The weather seemed ideal for a good run and,
remembering my offer to take Lidia running, I spoke up as I reached the second floor “Hey Lidia,
you wana go for a run?”
Pausing in the doorway to Rach’s room, she turned to my question, an eager expression showing in
her smile. “Yes please. I will like to run.” She beamed.
Looking past her to Rach, standing in the middle of her room, I hoped for some response from her to
help me gauge her reaction to my offer. Rach, who had already shed her blanket, casually lifted
her top, exposing those perfect tits to me. This blatent tease, along with her expression, gave me
all the information I needed. She might as well have spoken the words ‘You’re sweet. Don’t be TOO
sweet without me!’ her little performance also told me that she to, it seemed, had relaxed her
concern over Lidia finding out our secret.
Redirecting my eyes back to Lidia before she turned to see Rach flashing me, I said “I’ll meet you
downstairs in 5 minutes”
“O.K.” Lidia said brightly, and she turned to go in the room just as Rach lowered her shirt.
I already had good shorts for running on, so I only had to put on some running shoes to be ready to
go. I was waiting at the front door when Lidia came down. She had short black running shorts on,
the shiny sheer kind, and only a black sports bra with no shirt. She was a sight to behold, and I
had to force myself not to stare as she approached. “All set?” I said smiling as I turned to open
the door.
“I am!” Lidia chirped following me outside.
We stretched for a couple of minutes on the front porch. Planning the course to run in my head, I
asked “How far do you usually run?”
“5 or 10 kilometers” Lidia answered through the strain of an impressive stretch; her body pressed
to her legs as she stood, her arms wrapped around her calves.
Converting, in my head, to miles, I laid out a 4 mile course in my mind that would take us past a
park with a drinking fountain at the halfway mark. We completed our stretch with little talk, and
started our run. I set a slow pace to start, not wanting to push her to hard.
“Thank you for inviting me Jake.” Lidia said as we turned the corner and our house disappeared from
view.
“Thank you.” I returned. “I don’t get to run with a partner very much.” I glanced over to add my
smile to my words. She looked back at me with those blue eyes, and I felt, for a moment, that we
really connected. Her nervousness, which had seemed a shield between us, had been turned off.
Maybe it was our mutual ogling earlier that had somehow broken through the awkward vibe I had been
getting from her; or maybe some other blessed thing had caused the thaw. Whatever it was, I was
happy with the change that seemed to have taken her; I just hoped it wasn’t fleeting.
“Do you run often?” Lidia asked, pulling me away from my thoughts.
“I try to get a run in every other day, but I haven’t gotten to in over a week.” I answered,
smiling to myself at the reason for my neglect. A small part of me felt guilty that I had let
things with Rach get in the way of my training; but that small part was shouted down by a chorus of
giddy hormones. A few seconds in a triathlon just didn’t come close to the experiences I had
shared with Rach these past two weeks.
“How about you?” I returned her question, looking over to her as I did. She was breathtaking in
this setting. Compared to the fancy sophisticated look when I first saw her, this was much more
appealing to me. Her lithe lean body rippled sensuously as she floated over the ground. Her tan
skin shimmered with a light sheen of sweat; every curve and sweep of her muscles glinting in the
dim light.
I was grateful when she answered, as it gave me an excuse to continue soaking in the vision of her.
“I am the same. But my running is not so flat.” She said, glancing at me with those startlingly
blue eyes.
Even without the nervousness that had plagued me until recently, I felt my chest constrict with
those eyes on me. Looking away to save myself from any relapse into old Jake, I gestured to point
out our next turn; grateful for the distraction.
I increased my pace as we neared the halfway point where we could take a water break. Even without
knowing a break was coming, she easily remained at my side. I was impressed. Running was not, by
any means, my strongest part of triathloning, but I had worked hard to at least limit it as a
liability. She matched me step for step, and it occurred to me that I was not the one hanging back
to talk.
I risked another glance at Lidia. Her feet barely hit the ground; seeming to glide smoothly past
each step. She turned to meet my gaze, and through the daze that clouded my brain when I looked in
her eyes, I could see how little effort she was expending in her easy expression. I redoubled my
efforts as we hit the edge of the park that had the drinking fountain. I told myself I was pushing
myself so as not to hold her back from getting a workout, and it was mostly that. I would be lying
though, if I didn’t admit to my pride rearing its head just a bit.
“Water break?” I asked, gesturing to the fountain as we approached it.
“Great.” She said, and I was pleased to hear some strain in her voice, and some sense of relief at
the offer of a break.
I let Lidia take the first drink, taking the opportunity to stretch. These basketball shorts were
fine for running (usually). The problem was that they offered no ‘support’. With Lidia providing
more than enough fuel, my dick had decided to come along for the run. Thankfully, for the sake of
Lidia’s newfound comfort with me, my cock had only partially joined us. It’s moderate swell
floated down my short’s leg, swinging with ease at each step.
I took off my shirt, which, thanks to the humid night, was soaked with my sweat, and tucked it in
the back if my shorts like a tail. Lidia came up from her long drink. She glanced at my newly
exposed chest and stomach, and I was encouraged that she didn’t look away abashed, but gave me an,
dare I say it, appreciative smile.
I took my turn drinking, using the time to consider the validity and voracity of her apparent
signal. I came up from my drink, feeling satiated but still uncertain. As I stepped away from the
fountain, Lidia came back, for what I assumed was another drink. Without warning, or any nod to
modesty, Lidia pulled her sports bra up over her head; revealing her immaculately shaped breasts.
I watched them form into perfect tear drops as her arms lowered. The tiniest of nipples showing
even darker than her tan, punctuated each smooth mound.
To say I was shocked would be an understatement and a simplification. A moment of profound
confusion was swept away as I realized she was giving back what she had gotten from seeing me.
Just as our shared moment during the movie had allowed each of us a guiltless glimpse, she was now
trying to restore the balance that she seemed to need in order to be at ease.
I watched her, as she casually held her sports bra under the water, unable to look away, and
relieved that I apparently didn’t need to. Lidia turned from the fountain, water dripping from the
cloth in her hands, and gave me another inscrutable smile as she slid her arms back into the
sopping top. She left her eyes and smile on me as she lifted the bra back above her head. Not
being able to stop myself, I looked down from her eyes to watch the tear drops rise into subtle
mounds as her arms lifted; and felt the disappointment keenly when the bra slid into place
obscuring my view.
“Ooo, cold!” Lidia commented, her eyes still on me. Getting the unmistakable impression that she
was looking for my reaction, I fell back on my pride and joy to demonstrate my feelings. I looked
down as I adjusted my shorts; giving my rapidly rising cock room to extricate itself from the leg,
popping it free to slide up my thigh, and onto my hip. The display was unmistakable, and I looked
back up in time to see her gaze lift as well. I imitated her clean smile; sure I had given her all
the reaction she had looked for from me.
“Ready?” I asked brightly, letting the momentary intimacy pass easily from my demeanor.
“Yes” came her bright response; she too seemed comfortable letting go of the moment.
As we ran back toward home, I made no pretense of hiding my interest in the change being soaked had
had on her sports bra. Her nipples, small as they were, showed clearly through the fabric now,
their prominence sufficient to lift a small circle of material away from its hold on her breasts.
My, unabashed, appreciative looks seemed to give Lidia permission to appreciate me in return. Her,
not so stolen, glances slid from my bare chest, slick with sweat, to my taut stomach, and lingered
noticeably on the ridge of flesh hugging my hip.
Without any nod toward modesty or hint of guilt, we spent the time, as we traveled home, freely
sharing the sight of each other. It was erotic and exciting to display, and be displayed to, so
casually. It was an interesting change from the full throttle aggression Rach favored.
We finished the run without a word having been spoken; arriving at the front door winded and
smiling. I took a moment to catch my breath; my ego being pleased to see Lidia needed to do the
same.
“Good run!” I managed through my panting.
“Yes, I had fun!” Lidia returned with less difficulty, adding the slightest of knowing smiles to
her comment.
I returned my best imitation of her little smile, and opened the door for her. As I closed the
door behind me Rach came through from the kitchen carrying two drinks. “I thought you guys would
like something to drink.” She said sweetly, handing us each a glass as we nodded our thanks. I
noticed, as we both took a long drink, that Rach took that moment to look us up and down.
“You two look done!” she commented with empathy. “Can I get you anything else?”
“”Just, need a shower” I said between drinks.
“Me also” Lidia said smiling at Rach’s kind offer.
“You go ahead Lidia. I can wait.” I offered, flopping down on the couch, content to sit and cool
down with my drink.
“Thank you Jake” Lidia said earnestly, and handed Rach the mostly empty glass as she headed for the
stairs.
Rach watched Lidia go, then, seeing the coast was clear, bounced over and hoped onto me, her knees
coming to rest to either side of me on the couch.
“I can see you had a good time” she said softly, looking down between us at her favorite part of
me. She reached out and gently ran her hand up its length through my shorts. I twitched along
with my cock, at the touch.
“Careful Rach.” I whispered. “We wouldn’t want mom to walk in and see this.”
Rach leaned in and took my earlobe in her teeth before whispering breathily into my ear “Mom’s
asleep.”
Still not wanting to push our luck, I scooped her up and headed for my room. Rach ran her hand
over my chest as I ascended the stairs, sliding it smoothly over my flexed muscles still slick with
sweat. I could hear the shower already running as I carried Rach past the bathroom.
I felt Rach wiggle slightly just as she whispered urgently “Wait!”
I looked down at her with a questioning expression. It went unseen as she looked over my shoulder
in concentration.
“Back up!” she commanded.
I took a few steps backward, stopping when I felt her hand tighten on my chest. As I stood there,
Rach hanging in my arms across my chest, I watched her for some clue as to what had interested her.
I didn’t have to wait long. Suddenly, Rach’s expression turned mischievous. As she looked up to
me, I saw her hand slide between her legs. “She’s masturbating” Rach said excitedly.
Rach seemed captivated as she listened in earnest. I watched as her hand ducked beneath her
shorts, and felt her sway in my arms as the motion of her hips grinding into her hand rocked her
back and forth. Feeling left out, and not having a free hand to join the party, I kneeled, and set
Rach on the floor. I stayed kneeling, Rach slowly writhing laid out before me, and pulled my cock
out to hang over her.
Splitting Rach’s attention, I slowly started sliding my hand up and down the length of my cock.
Rach reached up and joined her free hand to mine.
“Hear the shush shush shush?” she asked breathily. I nodded as I made out the sound she was
describing.
“That’s the massage setting. She’s got that on her clit.” Rach continued, her words heightening
her excitement.
I was dubious. She could just be using it on sore muscles I thought. Not wanting to ruin Rach’s
fun though, I focused on the girl I knew was masturbating; the one in front of me. Rach was lost
in the sound of the shower, and the sight and feel of me hanging over her. Her hand stopped
helping stroke my cock and held still at the base as she lost focus.
It was then I heard what had robbed me of my helping hand. The ‘shush shush’ of the shower coming
from behind the door had been joined by an urgent panting breath, perfectly in time with the sound
of the shower. This added stimulus drove me into reckless action.
I lifted Rachel up onto her knees, her hand franticly continuing its work between her legs, and
turned her toward the door. Her eager acceptance of my manhandling control urged me on as I slid
behind her, and yanked down her shorts, not even bothering to pop out our toy before burying myself
in her in one long stroke.
I bottomed out as my pelvis slammed into her ass. Her hands and knees scooted forward slightly on
the floor from the force of my penetration, and a barely audible whoosh of air was forced from her
lungs. I slowly withdrew to the head, building the suspense, before slamming into her again. I
repeated this over and over, reveling in the slow withdrawal, and the opportunity it gave me to
listen for the soft panting coming from the other side of the door.
My repeated slamming into Rach had gradually moved her towards the door. As I withdrew yet again,
she moved her hands from the floor, to the door, raising herself up from parallel with the floor.
Her hands on the door brought her head up, arching her back, but left her ass sticking out as if
begging me to abuse it. Her hands on the door did not keep her from moving closer to it. As I
increased my pace, eager for the release, each thrust gave her less room.
Finally, Rach lay helplessly pinned against the door, her ass pushing back into me the only part of
her not plastered against it. I leaned in, pushing my chest into her back, using only my hips to
thrust into her. I heard Lidia’s breaths become small moans, and grabbed Rach’s hips to help
generate the force we both got off on.
I thought I was still some moments from cumming until, with a quivering breath, Rach came. Her
pussy pulsing around my cock as I buried it one last time pulled my orgasm from me. Rach rode her
orgasm pinned between me and the door, her leg’s uncontrolled spasms unable to extricate her.
With the last gasp of cumming, I relaxed my pressure holding Rach to the door. With a violent buck
of her hips, her pussy shot me out with more force than I had thought possible. Unpinned, and free
to move, her hips humped the air as she held onto the door for dear life; each thrust of her pelvis
shooting a small stream of cum onto the floor and bottom of the door.
Watching Rach orgasming, and hearing Lidia’s moans rise in pitch with her own orgasm, I laid back
against the far wall, dazedly enjoying the moment. Rach, with one last thrust of her hips, fell
back onto my lap, breathing raggedly. I put my hand on her rapidly rising and falling chest,
giving her a soft caress to show my feelings. She reached up and put both of her hands over mine.
Looking up at me, she whispered “I love you” contentedly.
We lay there together, relaxing in our contented post cum high. The sound of the shower turning
off roused us from our stupor. If not for the urgent need to get out of the hall, I would have
laughed at Rach’s attempts to stand. Fearing time was not on our side, I scooped her up and just
made it to my door with Rach when I heard the bathroom door open. I waited until I heard Rach’s
door close before closing my own.
“That was close” I said with relief as I laid Rach down on my bed.
A contented and unconcerned “mhmmmm” was all I got from Rach in response.
Leaving Rach there, shorts around her ankles as they dangled of the edge of my bed, I went for a
shower of my own.
I came back, clean and spent, to find Rach there in the position I had left her in, sound asleep.
Realizing Lidia must be wondering where she was, I grudgingly woke her. I pulled the towel from
around my waist, and used it to clean the cum from the insides of her thighs. Working with a rag
doll, I managed to get her shorts up, and her into a sitting position.
Her vacant smiling gaze found my uncovered cock, and she reached for it numbly, a greedy
“mmmmmmmmm” accompanying her feeble grab.
“Sorry Rach.” I said with regret. “No more tonight. You need to get back to Lidia before she
comes looking for you.”
Heedless of her best little girl pout, I helped her to her feet, and put my arm around her, guiding
her to my door. Before opening it, I cupped her face in my hands, and kissed her gently. The
feeling of her lips smiling on mine told me she was back from lala land enough to make her own way
from there. Giving her a small smack on her ass as she passed me, I was happy to hear a “Yipe”,
and to see her bounce away from me. Smiling at me from her door, gave me a wicked wink before
opening it, and vanishing from the hall.
I took a look at my computer before falling onto my bed in exhaustion. Rach was getting ready for
bed on the far side of the room. Lidia, close to the cam, was asleep already; I could see her face
as she lay on her side turned toward the cam.
I went to my computer, unable to resist, and watched as Rach stripped off her clothing. She looked
at each piece carefully after removing it, and I could tell she was checking for my cum. Standing
at the foot of her bed, naked but for the thin black straps of our toy arching over each hip, she
held her shorts up to her face, and tentatively licked. Smiling, she quietly walked toward her
computer, confident I was watching her
Sitting down, she held up her shorts for me to see. The streaks of dried cum crisscrossed the Pink
letters, and I could see the spot she had licked. Knowing my cam was not on because of Lidia’s
presence, I typed “good aim hu?”
Rach smiled as she read my IM, and typed “I still think you need more practice.”
I got her lewd meaning, and smiled my response before remembering that she couldn’t see me. She
had reminded me of something, and I shared it, typing “Speaking of practice, Coach canceled
Saturday practice. There’s a meet for the 12&unders he has to be at. So I’m sleeping in
tomorrow.”
It was great to see how my news exited her. She bounced her little bounce, and responded “Not too
late. Sharon called while you were running. I told her we’d be there by 10.”
Smiling resignedly, I typed “Tomorrow is going to be a long day.”
As I waited for a response, a slight movement behind Rach drew my attention. Lidia’s eyes were
open, and she was clearly watching Rach. Knowing she was too far away to read the text, I wasn’t
too worried; but two things jumped to mind as possible problems. First of all, if Lidia had seen
Rach show the shorts to me, she would know the cam was active, though not that I was on the other
end thank god. Secondly, Rach was naked save the toy. While perfectly discrete under clothes, it
was blatantly obvious what it was in Rach’s current state of undress. Seeing no way of salvaging
the first problem, I could at least help Rach minimize the second.
I read her response to my last IM, “Long and hard I hope ;)”, and sighed to the truth I knew she
typed.
Attempting to warn Rach of her precarious situation, and give my advice, I typed “Rach. Don’t turn
around. Lidia is watching you. I don’t think she can see the text so stay calm. You need to put
your shorts back on to hide the toy.”
I took a deep breath before hitting send, hoping Rach could keep her cool. I watched as she read,
and saw her stiffen, knowing she now knew Lidia’s eyes were on her. With the slightest nod of her
head, she slid the shorts under the desk and took my advice.
“I can’t believe I did that” Rach typed when she had finished. “I don’t even realize I have it on
anymore.”
“I’ll have to do something about that” I typed in response.
Her reaction to my ‘threat’ was to nod slightly, and smile evilly at me.
“Good night Lil Sis” I typed, feeling sleep threatening to take me.
“Good night BIG BRO” Rach’s returned, and I watched her leave her computer before walking over to
my bed and collapsing.
END PART 11. I’LL TRY TO POST A CHAPTER EVERY WEDNESDAY. CHECK BACK
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