We thought we had a normal family. Mom and Dad worked and didn’t get home until six thirty or seven. When we were younger, we had a nanny. When I was ten, Maria was deported, so Sissy, my sister, and I were left to fend for ourselves.
I doubted that our parents even knew what we were doing, in school and out, for most of our lives. With Maria leaving, it left a void in our lives. We, or I for sure, began to think of her as our mother. I’m sure that she loved us too, but it didn’t last.
Our parents got the baby thing over with within the first two years of their marriage. Then they could go on about making their fame and fortune in the corporate world. I did have a sort of resentment toward them too. Whenever they were around, I felt as if they were invading our space.
We live in an exclusive and very stuck-up neighborhood. We were allowed to go out to “visit” with our friends, but we had better not let one of their parents see us with even a little smudge on us. Our parents would certainly hear about it. That is why we spent most of our time in the house, either in front of the TV or at a computer. We had several of each to choose from.
Like I said, Sissy and I were left on our own after Maria left. Mom felt that, at ten, I was old enough to take care of Sissy. She was nine at the time. My only complaint was that I had very little privacy. I was almost eleven, and I had heard most of the “talk” at school. I had reached a point in my life where I needed to lock a door once in a while. Every time I did, there was a knock, and I had to answer it. It was always Sissy with something stupid.
One day, when I was fifteen, I had locked myself in the bathroom and was at a ‘crucial point’ in what I was doing when there was a knock at the door. Usually, I could hear her approaching, but this time she startled me limp. I was pissed. I decided to startle her. Instead of pulling my pants up and opening the door, I waddled over to the door with my pants still around my ankles and opened the door. She had her fist up to knock again as I opened it. She just glared at me and then at my dick.
“You could have just told me that you were masturbating, and I would have left you alone,” she said. “Of course, if you want me to watch you...” She turned to walk away but turned right back. “Does that really feel good?”
“Uh ... Uh ... Yeah.” I was dumbfounded at her cool reaction.
“What does it feel like?”
“It ... uh ... um ... I don’t know ... how to...”
“Does it feel like you have to pee really bad and you finally let it go? I’ve heard that that’s what it feels like.”
“Umm, yeah. Something like that. Only better.”
“Better? I tried doing that once, and it felt really, really good. I quit after a while, though.”
“Try it again sometime. It really does feel better.”
She stood there for a minute. “I’m serious. Can I watch you?”
“I ... I ... I guess you could. Come in here and sit on the edge of the tub. I can stand by the sink.”
I started to stroke myself, and her eyes were glued on my dick. She had a sort of smile on her face when I started, but it got bigger the more excited I got. I had an idea.
“What color are your panties, sis?”
“Yellow, with flowers.”
“Can I see them?”
“Why?”
“I just want to see them. You’re watching me do this. All I’m asking is to see your panties.”
She hesitated for a minute, then stood and dropped her shorts. I had seen a few of Mom’s catalogs, but I didn’t know they made thongs for fourteen-year-old girls. She had turned away from me to drop her pants, and all I saw at first was her bare butt. Then I saw the ½” wide band just below her waist, and the string going between the cheeks of her butt.
She turned around, and her face was red from blushing. The band, when it was in place as she stood, came around to the front and did a little dip thing in the middle. About a one-inch piece of material went from it to the string somewhere between her legs. And that wasn’t much, because the waistband was halfway down her hips.
“I like those,” I said. “Is that string tied to the front piece?”
“It’s sewn into it. Here, I’ll show you.”
She put one foot on the toilet lid and bent that knee up out of the way, then looked down at herself.
“Wait,” she said as she put her foot down, went to the vanity, and hopped up on it between the ‘his’ and ‘hers’ sinks. She then put her feet up on the counter and spread her legs.
“This front piece goes back far enough to cover my hole. See?”
She touched the place where the string and the fabric joined over her butt hole.
“Isn’t that uncomfortable?”
“No. I don’t think about it, so it doesn’t bother me.”
“Mom buys those for you?”
“I told her that all the other girls wear them, so I needed a few pairs. She said okay, so I got ten.”
“They don’t cover much though,” I said. “You may as well not even have them on.”
“Sometimes I pretend that I don’t. The last day of school, last year, I didn’t wear any at all.”
“Do you like not wearing them?”
“Yeah ... kind of. It feels like I’m doing something naughty.”
“Like now. We’re doing something naughty right now. I’m naked except for my t-shirt, and you don’t have your shorts on. You’re even showing me your panties, and I can almost see all of your...”
“My pussy. That’s what the girls call it. It’s my pussy.”
“OK, your pussy.” I got my face closer to her pussy. “That sure looks like it would be uncomfortable.”
“The only time it is is when it gets tight in my butt crack.”
“Why does it dip down in the front there?”
“That’s just the way they’re made.” She looked up at me. “You were going to show me something before.”
“What? Oh yeah. I forgot.”
“You haven’t let go of it since I came in here.”
I started stroking my dick for her. All the time I was looking at her crotch. It seemed as though she was letting her legs relax because it looked like they were getting farther apart. I was getting to that crucial point and wanted to see more.
“Do you think ... that you could ... move that little strap?”
“What? This?” She reached down and slid her finger behind the material that covered her crack and moved it aside. Most of her bare pussy was in my view now.
I felt it coming. I stepped in closer to her and she smiled. I concentrated my thoughts on what it would look like without those panties. I don’t remember putting those thoughts into words, but she must have been reading my mind. She suddenly hooked her thumbs into the waistband and pulled them down to her knees and then off.
She sat back again, just before I let go. Everything I had went all over her stomach, pussy, and ass. She had been sitting with her ass right on the edge of the counter, and the head of my dick was no more than two inches from her. When I erupted the first time, it went onto her stomach. The second shot went onto her pussy. The third one went onto her pussy and her ass. When I squeezed out the remainder, I drifted forward and the head of my dick touched her pussy. She reached up, grabbed my arms, and held me there.
“Stay just like that,” she said. “You hit a spot right there. Smear that stuff all over my pussy with your dick.”
She didn’t have to ask a second time. I leaned in a little more, grabbed my dick just behind the head, and started moving it up and down her crack. Every time I got to the top of her crack, she gasped.
“Right there,” she said.
She grabbed my hand and showed me where and how to move. I had softened a little after my climax but was now as hard as, if not harder than, I was before. This was something new for both of us, and we were enjoying it to the max.
“Keep doing that, Kurt. That feels soooo good.”
She must have had one of those ‘sneak attack’ climaxes that I heard the older kids talking about once. Suddenly, she grabbed my arms with a death grip, then let go, put her hands on the counter, and lifted her ass off of it. Her face was going through some really weird contortions, and her breathing went crazy. She froze for a few seconds, then went right back to it. Right in the middle of it all, I let go a second time.
“What ... What just happened?” Sissy asked.
“You just had a climax, sis.”
She got this really big smile on her face. “That was FANTASTIC! I want to do that again.”
“I don’t know if I can.”
She looked down at my dick. “When can you?”
“I don’t know, but we both better get a shower. Mom and Dad will be home soon.”
“We can shower together, can’t we?”
“If you want to, we can.”
She pulled her blouse off over her head as she got off of the counter, then tossed it onto the floor with her shorts and panties. Then she looked at me with that “Well?” look of hers. I kicked off my pants from around my ankles and pulled off my t-shirt, then we stepped into the shower.
We acted normally for the rest of the evening. Mom and Dad still had no idea what we were doing during the day while they were gone. The next morning, Mom only half-assed listened as Sissy told her about a dress she wanted to get. I could see it in her face that she was just about to cry.
“Mommy. Can you stop for one second so I can tell you about something?”
Mom did stop, then looked at her. “Sorry, dear. What did you want to tell me?”
“I was talking about this dress I saw online.” She went on to describe it, and I could see in Mom’s face and actions that she really didn’t care. She reached into her purse and pulled out a credit card, then handed it to my sister. “I don’t see why you can’t get it. Go order it now and bring my card right back.”
Sissy headed for her room, and I followed her. She started up her computer, then got online and pulled up the site she wanted.
“You know how to do that?”
“I do it all the time. I’ve even gone in and stolen her card to order something. She never knew ... or she didn’t care.”
The whole time she was talking, she was scrolling through the site. She clicked on a tab, and it brought up panties.
“You think mine are small. Look at some of these. Some of them don’t even have a crotch in them.”
They had live models on there wearing those panties. There must have been a hundred per page, and she had clicked through six pages. When she clicked on the seventh one, I told her to stop. There was a model wearing a bra and panty set. The top had zippers that were unzipped down to the top of her nipples. The bottom had one that went between her legs and was partially unzipped. I could see the top half of her mound.
“I like that,” I said. “I could just unzip you.”
She clicked on it, and a blowup of that picture came on. With it enlarged, I could see about a half inch of her pussy crack.
“Damn,” I said.
“Don’t even think about putting this on your computer so you can look at it and jack off. You’re going to jack off for me from now on.”
“I think it would be fun taking that off of you, though.”
“You can’t if I don’t have any on,” she said as she looked at me. “I don’t have any on now.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. Stick your hand down the back of my pants, and you’ll see.”
I did just that, and I started getting hard again. I didn’t pull my hand out right away, but just left it there while we looked at the dresses.
There is a play/study room between our two bedrooms. The door for it is the only access to our rooms. We have always, with a few exceptions lately on my part, kept our individual bedroom doors open. When we got old enough, we cleared one corner of the room and set up a computer, complete with ... well ... everything. That’s where we were.
Sissy sat in the chair (office style with arms) with her legs tucked up under her, and was sitting on her heels. When my hand went into her pants, she spread her heels farther apart. I was getting excited and wondered just how far she would let my hand go. I eased it down until I was cupping her pussy.
“You know,” she said. “As soon as they leave, I’m getting naked, then you can do that all you want to.”
“How much do you think we can spend and get away with it?” I asked her.
“I don’t know. Why?”
I pulled my hand out of her pants, reluctantly, and grabbed the credit card. I took a piece of paper and jotted down the numbers.
“What are you doing?”
“This is the first time that I’ve known about you and this credit card. If we have the number, then we don’t need to keep borrowing it. It’s my turn to shop now.”
She ordered what she wanted, then took the card back to Mom. They left for work, and I headed for the computer.
“What are you going to order?” Sissy asked. She was walking out of her bedroom completely naked.
“Damn sis. You’re torturing me here.”
“Not as much as I will later,” she said. “Any time you want to strip, go right ahead.”
“Why don’t we just stay naked all the time?” I said as I got up and took off my pajama pants. That’s all I had on. Before I could scoot back up to the desk, she spun me around and sat in my lap.
“Now,” she said. “What are we ordering today?”
“Why ... Why are you sitting in my lap?”
“Don’t you want me to?”
“Well, yeah.”
“I want to see how long it will take you to squirt that stuff all over me again.”
“In that case, go get a big towel. This seat isn’t washable.”
She got a towel. I put it toward the front of the chair, then we sat back down. I scooted us up to the desk, and I started surfing. I was looking for a camera.
I had a lot of trouble concentrating on what I was doing. Sissy was moving around in my lap enough to keep me really hard. After a few minutes, she managed to trap my dick between her legs and up against her pussy. I gave up what I was doing on the computer.
Sissy started moving her hips up and down, and I just sat back in the seat and let her go to work. I had my hands all over her back and ass, then slid them around to her nipples. I brought my hands down to her waist, then down the top of her legs and back up her sides.
My hands didn’t stop moving. I remembered that spot on her pussy that felt so good to her the day before, so I put one hand down there and found it with my finger. That’s when she went ballistic on me. Just after that, I sprayed out everything I had all over her and the floor.
“That was fun,” she said as she laid back against me. “You remembered that spot.”
“I figured it worked yesterday, why not today?”
“That will work every time.”
I put my finger back down there, and she jumped.
“It feels tender now. Just touch the outside for right now.”
I did. I just cupped her mound and moved my hand up and down. After a few minutes, she got up, took the towel, and wiped us both clean. Then she tried something different. She got back in my lap, but she turned around to face me instead. Her legs were stuck out the sides of the chair. She then scooted in until we were touching. She leaned back until she could look down and see both of us down there.
“They say that that thing is supposed to fit inside of me,” she said as she grabbed my dick. “I don’t know how though.”
She swabbed my dick in her now-open pussy and hit that spot again. I was getting hard again. She pulled her legs up, and that seemed to open her a little more. She was watching her own every move ... and getting more and more excited. I was too.
The more she moved my dick on herself, the more excited we both got, and the more both of our hips were moving. Suddenly, she moved my dick down by her hole, and her hips jerked as it came into contact. She jerked forward, and the head of my dick popped into her hole.
There was a trickle of blood, and I started to worry. She only stopped for a moment and looked at me. Then she started moving her hips again and worked me all the way inside of her.
“Stay right there for a minute,” she said as she lay her head on my chest. “I guess we found out how it works.”
She sat there for just about a minute when we both had to start moving. When she had her head on my chest, I had moved my hands to her back. Now I moved them down to her butt, then pulled her all the way down on me and came.
As we settled down, she lay her head back on my chest. I thought she was crying, but she was giggling.
“What’s so funny?”
“Mom and Dad would really notice us if I had a baby.”
“What ... That’s right. I didn’t think about that.”
“I did. It’s okay though. I just finished my period.”
“Are you sure?”
“That’s what I was told. I can’t get pregnant for a few days after.”
“I hope you’re right.”
I was still hard and still all the way up in her. She moved a little, and that’s all it took to start again.
You know, even at fifteen years old, I’d heard the phrase, “Give a woman a phone, and the whole world will know your business.” My sister had a phone.
It was three days later when the doorbell rang about twenty minutes after Mom and Dad left for work. I had to get dressed and go answer the door. Three of Sissy’s friends were standing there. I knew them from school.
“Hi girls. I suppose you want to see Sissy. Come on in, and I’ll tell her you’re here.”
They stepped in and started to take their clothes off.
“What ... are you ... doing?”
Abigail looked up at me. “Sissy said that we had to take them off when we got here. She said that you wouldn’t mind.”
“Well ... no. I don’t mind. Excuse me a minute. I have to go find her.”
Sissy was just coming out of the playroom when I got there.
“What the hell is going on down there?”
“What?”
“Abigail, Cindy, and Peggy are here, and they’re getting naked.”
“Yeah? I told them to.”
“Why?”
“How can you fuck them if they have any clothes on?”
“WHAT?”
“I told Gabby, and she told Peggy. She told Cindy, and she’s the one that talked the rest into it.”
“Do you know what will happen if this gets back to any of our parents? They’ll hang us all.”
“No, they won’t. Besides, I told them not to tell anyone else, and they won’t.”
“I hope you’re right.”
“I am. Now take those pants off and let’s go downstairs. We have guests.”
By the time we got downstairs, the three girls were in the pool. They came toward us as soon as they spotted us.
“Do you guys want to watch first?” Sissy asked them. All three of them said yes. “Then come up out of the pool and come over here.”
Sissy took my hand, and we went to the far side of the pool. Sissy had already laid a blanket out on the grass back there. They all gathered around me when we got there.
“OK, girls, this is what we agreed on. Kurt will fuck all of us today. If you get pregnant, then we don’t even know you. Agreed?” They all nodded their heads.
“OK. I will always be first, no matter what,” she said, then pulled me down on the blanket.
She lay on her back and opened her legs. I bent down over her and got my dick into place, then I pushed in. We both sucked in air. I got a rhythm going that increased in speed. She reached down and started rubbing herself just like she did every time we did this. It didn’t really take that much time for either of us to cum. I rolled off of my sister and lay on my back. As soon as she recovered, Sissy sat up and faced the girls.
“It is going to hurt a little the first time he sticks it in you, and you will bleed a little bit. That is not a period. It is just him ripping you open so he’ll fit in you from now on.”
“I’m first,” Peggy said as she stood over me. “What do I do?”
“Sit down here first.” I patted my lower stomach. “I need to play with your pussy for a minute.”
Slowly, she sat on me. As she came down, I grabbed her hips and guided her. She had my dick pinned down right under her ass.
“Sissy has a little thing right here that makes her feel good when I play with it.”
I got my finger on her clit. Peggy gasped when I touched it. After a minute or so, her eyes closed, and she had a look of concentration on her face. Her mouth also opened, and she started to drool. I looked around, and all three of the other girls were doing the same thing to themselves.
I worked on Peggy’s clit for about five minutes and then quit. Her glassy eyes opened really big, and she looked at me. Before she could say anything, I lifted her up, got my dick into place, then pulled her down on it. She yelped, then leaned down on me.
“That did hurt,” she said. “But not as bad as I thought it would.”
“It won’t from now on.”
As soon as I touched her clit again, she forgot about the pain. After a few minutes, she was bouncing on me as if she was on a pogo stick. I’d had one finger on her clit, and the other hand was all over her body as far as I could reach. Suddenly, she went off like a firecracker. That set me off, and I decorated the inside of her pussy.
Peggy seemed to just collapse on me then. Her breathing was heavy and getting calmer.
“I want ... to do that ... forever,” she said, without moving. “I don’t care if I get pregnant or not.”
“I hope you don’t, so we can do this a long time,” I told her.
She finally sort of fell off to one side. I looked down, and there was a whole lot more blood on my dick than there had been with Sissy. I managed to get to my feet and make it into the pool, where I just used my hands to wipe myself off. I hadn’t noticed before that all three of the other ones were laid back on the blanket with half-smiles on their faces.
I got out of the pool, walked over to where they lay, and looked down at them. Cindy lay with her arms stretched out to her sides, and her legs pulled up and open. I knelt down between her legs and started stroking my dick. As soon as I got hard, I leaned down, got it into place, then shoved it into her. I don’t know if she had been asleep or not, but that seemed to wake her up.
“Hey ... what?”
“It was your turn.”
“I ... I wasn’t ready yet.”
I managed to get her legs up onto my shoulders. I also got up to where I could slide my knees up under her body and sort of sit on my heels. I then reached down and started playing with her clit. She didn’t react at first, but after a minute or so, she did. Boy, did she. She was all over that blanket. At one point, she stiffened up and whined, gritted her teeth, and clamped her eyes shut. That must have been a climax.
When the big one hit her, she was a totally different person. She seemed to crawl up my body and tipped me over backward. Without missing a beat, she started almost jumping up and down on me. She was slamming down so hard that I was hurting. I finally came in her just as the big one hit her. She dropped on me, spread her legs past the breaking point, and went into convulsions.
Cindy also fell to one side and must have fallen asleep then. I said something to her, and she never answered. I managed to turn over and made my way to the pool.
I was just moving around a little with my eyes closed. I was getting tired, and the cool water felt good on my body ... especially my dick.
“I can’t believe what you did to them,” Abigail said. “They’re passed out up there.” She was standing right next to me with her back to the wall and her arms up in the skim gutter.
“Have you ever seen a porn movie?” I asked her.
“No. Why?”
“My Dad has one where the guy takes on twenty girls, one right after the other. He’s supposed to be in some sort of contest and, being the good guy, he just makes it with the last girl before the time runs out. I know that has to be fake. No guy can do that.”
“Are you telling me that you can’t fuck me now?”
“I’m just saying that it seems impossible to do it that many times.”
I had been leaning on the side of the pool, and she grabbed me and turned me so I was standing right in front of her.
“You’re not going to leave me hanging here.”
She lifted her legs and got them around my waist, then locked them in place. Then she moved herself so her pussy was rubbing against my dick. It seemed to come alive again then. I took one hand and gripped the skim gutter and grabbed my dick with the other. I swabbed it in her pussy a couple of times and she brought her legs farther up my body.
She managed to get her feet up on my shoulders, I got my dick into place and shoved into her. She screamed a little, then buried her face into my shoulder.
“That really hurt,” she said.
“I’m sorry,” I told her. “You were warned though.”
“I know.”
I started moving in her, and she responded right away. We had our own wave machine going on. I figured that it would take me a little while longer with her, and it did. It took long enough for her to have three small climaxes. When the big one hit her I was already pouring the rest of what I had into her pussy. She was screaming her head off, and it woke the other three.
I pulled myself into her, and gave my dick an extra shove. She tightened her hold with her legs, then sort of totally relaxed.
“I really hope we can do this a lot,” she finally said. “I don’t know what you did, but that was the greatest feeling I have ever had.”
“I didn’t do anything different than what I did with the others.”
“I know I’m coming back, and they are too,” she said. “You’ve got us hooked.”
My sister brought home almost every girl in her class that next school year, that was fourteen or older, and Mom and Dad never knew.
I got that camera that I wanted. It arrived the day before those three showed up at the door. I have no idea why, but Sissy insisted on taking pictures of me and every girl I was with while I was fucking her. The only ones we don’t have are ones of her and me. As of today, there are two hundred and fifteen of them. Each one has a folder on our computer. Once in a while, we go there and remember.
Oh yeah. Before she will bring any girl in, she has to make sure she’s a virgin. That’s more than okay with me.
Over the years, there have been a couple of close calls. Two of them weren’t just close calls, though. One of those was Sissy about two months ago. She announced that I am going to be a father. Yesterday when Abigail came over, she told me the same thing. Of all of the girls I have been with, I think I could really settle down with those two.
I guess I should finish this now. Sissy and Gabby are getting things set up for another “pool party”. And to think that Mom and Dad still don’t have a clue.