Oops

It was Friday night and I got home about 20 minutes early, ready to begin the weekend. The house was silent. Jeff, my son, must not be home yet, I thought. I decided to change into something more comfortable. That simple decision set off a chain of events that has forever changed my life.

When I walked in the room I froze in my tracks. Jeff was lying on my bed completely naked. He had one hand wrapped around his long hard cock. His eyes were closed and he was stroking his cock fast. I know I should have walked out of the room, but I was shocked and mesmerized by the scene in front of me.

It seamed like longer but I was only standing there for about 10 seconds before he moaned and started bucking his hips. His cock was pumping hard and fast causing him to moan louder. Suddenly he said, "Yes, oh my God, your a great fuck. Mmmm, I'm going to cum." His body went rigid and his sperm shot out of his cock onto his chest and stomach. "Uuuhhg, Yesss, Mom, I'm filling your hot cunt with cum," he grunted.

"Oh my," I stammered. Shocked by the realization that I was the subject of his fantasy.

As soon as I uttered the words his eyes flew open. He turned towards me, a look of horror on his face. It wasn't funny, but I had to struggle to keep from laughing. He was still in the middle of cumming as he tried to cover himself with his hands. Cum was splashing off his hands and going every which way. He jumped up, hands still covering his spurting cock and hesitated. I was standing in the doorway, blocking the only exit to the room. "I'm sorry," he stammered as he quickly headed towards the door.

I was frozen in place, as I watched him scurry towards me, cum dripping on the floor. He squeezed past me and out the door. I turned and watched his bare ass as he scampered down the hall and into his room. Finally regaining my senses I called out, "It's okay, uhh, umm." My voice trailed off as I realized that I had no idea what to say.

It was hard being a single mother. His Dad died in a car accident when he was only 5, a long 13 years ago. I sat on the bed and took a few deep breaths, struggling with my feelings. To be honest I had to admit that I was slightly aroused. Seeing a spurting cock had always been a turn-on. Sure, I've had some lovers over the years, but there has been a dry spell lately. I changed and then walked down the hall to the dining room. When I passed his door, I called out, "I'm going to order us some pizza for dinner, do you want any specific kind?"

There was a long pause before I heard a muffled, "Whatever kind you want is fine with me."

I felt bad, he was obviously embarrassed. When the Pizza arrived I called to his room, "The pizza's here, come on out for dinner." My heart sank when he came out of his room. He was looking down at the floor and mumbled another apology before sitting at the table. We ate in awkward silence. No matter how hard I tried to start a conversation he only gave one word responses. His face was still beet red and he couldn't look me in the eye.

After dinner he headed right back to his room. Needless to say, I was starting to get concerned that he was going to be emotionally scarred. I could just see him on Oprah now, "My mom saw me masturbate and now I'm scarred me for life." I coaxed him out of his room long enough to watch a movie. When the movie ended there was an awkward silence hanging in the room.

"I'm going to go to bed, goodnight Mom," Jeff said.

"Good night honey," I replied.

Needless to say I starting to get concerned. Just before slipping into bed I decided that I couldn't let things hang the way they were. I slid on a long tee shirt to cover me and knocked on his Jeff's door. "Jeff, can I talk to you for a couple of minutes?"

There was another long pause before he said, "Sure, come on in."

He was already in bed. He had the covers pulled up to his chest and he wasn't wearing a shirt. 'I wonder if he sleeps in the nude.' I pushed that thought out of my mind and sat on the bed. I stroked his hair like I did when he was a child and said, "Jeff, try not to be embarrassed. There really isn't anything to be ashamed of, everyone masturbates."

"I know," he replied. He was looking down at the floor when he added, "But you saw me, uhm, ahh, do it. And uhm, uhm, you saw me naked."

I watched as he slowly looked up. His gaze moved up my legs, then lingered on my breasts. I felt my nipples harden as he stared at my tits. The thin material hid them view, but the shirt was tight enough to make the fact that I was bra-less quite evident. I felt my face flush as I said, "It's really not such a big deal. It really is okay."

I watched his gaze follow my breasts as they swayed when I stood. I turned and walked to the door. I looked back, and noticed that he was staring at my legs. "Good night son, I love you."

"Love you too mom," he replied. I closed the door and went to my room.

The next day didn't show any improvement. He was still sullen and withdrawn. He spent most of the day in his room. That night before turning in, I returned to his room.

"Look Jeff, we are going to have to get past this," I told him. "Like I told you last night, everyone masturbates. As far as seeing you naked, who do you think changed your diapers?"

"That was a long time ago, that's different."

"I suppose it is different. On the other hand I have seen a penis or two in my lifetime." I replied calmly. I looked at his face only to find that he was staring at my breasts. I looked down at and saw a bulge under the covers. My pussy moistened as I realized that I was feeding his fantasies. I took a deep breath, and placed my hand on his chest. His heart was beating rapidly.

I started lightly stroking his chest and said, "Masturbating is a part of growing up, everyone does it. I think that the best thing we can do is get this subject out in the open." I took the covers and pulled them down exposing his hard cock.

"Hey, what are you doing?" he exclaimed. His hands quickly moved to cover his hardening cock.

"I'm just going to show you that it's okay to masturbate. I figure if I help you do it this once, you might be less embarrassed." I looked down and said, "Now move your hands so I can see your penis." He moved his hands and his hard cock came into view.

"It's a nice big one," I told him, hoping to build his confidence. I took his hand and placed it back on his cock. Then slowly moved it up and down the shaft before letting go of it. "Go ahead and stroke it. Make yourself ejaculate. That's it, keep stroking." He looked into my face and I smiled, "See I told you it was okay." Jeff started stroking faster, his hips moving to meet his strokes. Suddenly he stopped and took his hand off his cock.

"What's the matter," I asked.

"I was going to uhm, ahh, umm."

"That's the whole idea isn't it. To ejaculate or as you kids say, cum?" I reached down and took his hard cock in my hand. I started pumping slowly and asked, "How does that feel?"

All he could do is let out a low moan. He hips started bucking and I started pumping faster. "I want you to cum for me," I told him.

His pace quickened and I stroked his hard shaft faster. "I'm going to cum," he announced. I cupped his balls with my other hand and stroked faster. Suddenly his body went rigid and a deep groan escaped his lips. I felt his balls pulse and his first shot of cum sprang from the tip of his cock. "Uhhg," he grunted as I felt his cock twitch and spurt again. I continued to slowly stroke his shaft, milking it dry.

"See now that wasn't anything to be embarrassed about was it?" I smiled and looked down at his softening cock. Cum was still leaking from the tip and there were several pools on his stomach and chest. "Let me get you a washcloth," I said. He eyed me up and down as I stood, staring at my legs and the sway of my breasts. I was wearing the same long T-shirt as the day before and could feel my hard nipples straining against the thin material.

I returned with a washcloth, his gaze was fixed on my hard nipples as they pressed against my thin nightshirt. He hadn't moved, his soft spent cock was still exposed. I tossed him the washcloth and said, "Clean yourself up and get some sleep."

He smiled and said, "Thanks Mom, for everything."

I just smiled, winked and said, "Goodnight."

I went back to my room and closed the door. I pulled the shirt over my head and climbed into bed. My hand immediately went to my wet snatch. It was my turn, I thought. I slid a finger into my pussy, lubricating it with my juices. I then started rubbing my swollen clit. All I could do was picture Jeff's cock spurting cum. I pinched a nipple and rubbed my clit faster. I moaned quietly and slid one finger in my pussy while the other continued to rub my clit. "Yesss," I panted as my orgasm hit. After my orgasm subsided, I smiled, rolled over and fell into a deep dreamless sleep.

The next morning I woke to find that Jeff was his old chipper self again. Bright and cheery as if nothing had ever happened. "Good job," I thought. "Perhaps a little unorthodox, but effective." I went off to work feeling great.

I returned home that evening at my normal time. "Jeff, I'm home," I called out. There was no answer, so I headed to my room to change.

When I walked into my room I found Jeff. He was lying on my bed naked, with his hand wrapped around his hard cock. He continued his slow stroking as he looked over at me. I didn't know what to say.

Jeff broke the silence, "You said it was okay to do this right?"

I looked at his swollen cock and said, "Well, uhh, I guess I did, didn't I. Usually people masturbate in private, but I guess it's okay."

He smiled and said, "Would you finish me like last night?"

"No," I replied. "It looks like you've got things all under control."

I stood in the doorway and watched as his hand flew over his cock. I smiled when I noticed that he was looking at me. His gaze shifted between my breasts and my face. I looked back down at his cock, the tip was glistening with precum. Jeff grunted and his body went rigid as cum spurt from his cock pooling on his chest and stomach. His pace slowed until his cock stopped jerking. He removed his hand from his cock giving me an unobstructed view. I watched his spent cock soften while the remaining cum oozed out.

"I'll get you a washcloth," I said. "So we can get you cleaned up." I wetted a washcloth with warm water. I walked over and sat on the bed next to him. "What a messy boy you are!" I teased. "Always making a mess for his mom to clean up." We both laughed. I wiped the cum from his chest and stomach, then moved down by his cock. I wiped his cock with the washcloth, then held his cock with my other hand saying, "Wouldn't want it to get dirty again." I wiped the up cum that pooled by it and said, "There you go, clean as a whistle."

"Thanks mom," he said.

"Now get out of here I need to change."

"Can I stay and watch?" he asked.

"No, certainly not. Now go get dressed and you can help me get dinner ready."

For the next week it became a nightly ritual. I found that I was becoming more comfortable with it every day. I found myself sitting next to him on the bed stroking the hair on his head as he masturbated.

Looking back, I'm sure he did it on purpose, but he made it look like an accident. He was stroking his cock with reckless abandon and soon announced that he was about to cum. As the cum spurt from his cock it landed on my skirt. "Oh my," I said and quickly stood up. "This is a dry clean only skirt."

"Sorry," he said. "It seams to have a mind of it's own."

"Yeah, that seams to be true with most men," I replied.

I cleaned him up and sent him off to get dressed.

The next night I found him cock in hand waiting for me to arrive, no surprise there. I walked up to the side of the bed and sat next to him on the bed. His cock was hard and ready but he didn't start stroking. He looked at me and said, "Mom, maybe you should take your dress off so it doesn't get dirty."

I looked down at him and said in a serious tone, "Do you think it might?"

"You never know what might happen."

I heard something in the back of my mind say "No, don't do it." But what came out of my mouth was, "That's probably a good idea." His eyes grew big as he watched me slip off my dress. His gaze was drawn to my black lacy bra. "There," I said.

"What about your slip?" he asked.

"If you think that it's a good idea," I replied. The voice in the back of my mind grew louder, but the slip came off in one quick motion. I stood there in my black bra and skimpy black bikini panties. 'My swimsuit actually shows more skin,' I thought to myself, trying to justify my actions. I felt my pussy start to moisten as he gawked.

"You look awesome, mom," Jeff panted. "But what about your bra? It looks pretty fancy, maybe you should take it off."

The voices were yelling, "Don't do it. You know it's wrong, he's your son." But my body had other plans, my hands moved to the clasp, unhooking it. I shrugged off the straps and my bra fell to the ground. My bare breasts were now on display. My nipples were hard and pointy and the focus of all his attention.

"Wow," he stammered. "They're incredible."

I felt my nipples harden even more under his gaze. I just stood there for about 5 minutes letting him stare at my 'B' size breasts, which were the perfect size for my petite frame. Finally, I pointed to his cock and said, "It looks like you need to pay attention to something else."

"But, I'm worried that you might get something on your panties."

The voices were screaming as my hands moved to my panties. "Do you really think I should take them off?" He nodded, but it was the look in his eyes that convinced me. I bent forward slightly, his eyes were drawn to my tits as they fell away from my body. I smiled as I watched his face. He couldn't decide where to look, at my swaying tits or at my pussy that was slowly coming into view. His eyes dropped to my pussy as my panties dropped to my ankles. I walked up to the side of the bed and stood with my feet slightly apart. My bush was neatly trimmed allowing him to see my pussy lips as well.

He was speechless, but the look on his face was worth a thousand words. I have never seen such lust in all my life. I sat next to him on the bed, which provided him with a great close-up view of my hard nipples. He reached up to touch one of my tits, but I intercepted his hand and put it on his hard cock. "Make yourself cum," I instructed. He started slowly pumping his hard shaft as he gazed at my body. His look of utter lust and desire made my pussy even wetter.

It wasn't long before he was grunting pumping his hard cock like there was no tomorrow. "I'm going to cum," he grunted. I watched as he stiffened and pointed his cock towards me. Cum erupted from his cock landing on my right tit.

"Hey, watched where you aim that thing," I said. Before he could move it, a second blast landed just below the first, just missing my tit this time. He finished spurting onto his chest and stomach. He just stared at my right tit, watching the cum run down.

"Sorry," he said. As he ogled my cum covered tit.

I looked down at my breast, looking at the glob of cum. Without thinking I reached over and scooped it up with my fingers. He moaned when I brought my fingers to my mouth and licked off the cum. I had forgotten how much I loved the taste of cum. I scooped up the second glob of cum and also licked my fingers clean.

"I guess I should get you cleaned up," I said. Instead of leaving the room to get a washcloth, I kneeled next to him on the bed. I leaned down, my breast dangling and started licking the pools of cum off his chest. He moaned lightly as he watched my tongue start to lap up the pools of cum.

His hand found my tits and this time I didn't object. I moaned as he lightly pinched my hard nipples.

I worked my way down toward his cock as his hands continued to caress my tits. He moved one hand and I felt it start to rub my pussy. "Mmmm", I moaned as I spread my legs a little further, allowing him better access. I felt a finger slip into my wet pussy and I moaned loader. I was hot as hell and said, "That's it, yes, it feels so good." He started finger fucking me making me moan even louder.

The only thing left to clean was his cock. I licked the tip and then sucked it's length in my mouth. I swirled my tongue around the shaft, to make sure it was completely clean. "Oh my God, That's incredible. Mmmm, yes Mom, suck my cock," Jeff said. I held the base of his cock with one hand and licked the slit to get the last drops of cum. He started to moan loader and I felt his cock start coming back to life. I licked the length of his shaft then sucked his cock back into my mouth. "Yessss, Oh my God," he moaned.

It was hard to concentrate because his finger was still sliding in and out of my pussy. I started humping his hand and he quickened his pace, fingering me faster and faster. I let his cock slip from my lips and panted, "I'm going to cum, don't stop. Please don't stop!" He reached down and rubbed my clit with his other hand and I cried out, "Oh my God, Yessssss, I'm cummmming." My orgasm ripped through me making my whole body shudder.

After catching my breath I sucked his cock back in my mouth. When it was good and hard I wrapped one hand around the base of the shaft and started pumping. I held the tip in my mouth and sucked as he started fucking my mouth. "It feels so good, you're incredible," he told me.

His finger was still rubbing my pussy and I felt another orgasm approaching. I started humping his hand again while I sucked his cock. As soon as I started humping his hand he started rubbing my clit with his other hand. I groaned, and once again his cock slipped from my mouth. "Yes, ohhh my god, I'm cumming again," I shouted.

I continued pumping his cock while I recovered. As soon as I caught my breath I pushed his hands away and put my leg over him, straddling his cock. I slowly lowered myself and felt the tip of his cock at the entrance of my pussy. I started to have second thoughts thinking, "Oh my God, he's your son, what do you think you're doing?"

Before I could move I felt his cock thrust upward, sliding into my wet pussy. "Oh my God, you feel incredible," we both moaned simultaneously. All thoughts of stopping were gone, I quickly lowered myself so is cock was completely engulfed. "Oh yess, fuck me, fuck meeee," I cried out.

His hand fondled my tits while I started fucking his cock. He met each of my movements with a thrust of his own. He moaned loudly, "Ohhh Yessss, incredible, Arrrgggh.

"I'm going to cummm, Oh yesss, I'm going to cum I told him." His thrusting and grunting made it clear that he was ready to explode as well. My orgasm hit and I cried out, "I'm cumming, Oh my God I'm cumming again.

His cock pounded into me a couple more times before he grunted, "Yes, oh my God, your a great fuck. Mmmm, I'm going to cum." I felt him ram deep and felt his cum splash into my pussy. "Uuuhhg, Yes, Mom, I'm filling your hot cunt with cum,"

"That's it, fill my hot cunt with your cum. Yes, fill your Mom's cunt." I felt spurt after spurt of cum splashing into my cunt. Where did it all come from I wondered? My God it felt like gallons.

I collapsed onto him both of us panting for breath. I gave him a kiss, thrusting my tongue in his mouth. When the kiss broke, I rolled off and slipped his cock back into my mouth. When I had cleaned it of all our juices, I let his limp cock slip free. I looked up at him, he was grinning from ear to ear. "Go on, get out of here and get dressed. It's getting late and I'm starved."

I watched him get up and walk to his room. I just lay there a few minutes basking in the glow of a great fuck.

The next night I drove home with my skirt around my waist, with my panties pulled to the side. This gave me direct access to my pussy and I took full advantage of that fact, cumming twice before I even walked into the house. I knew where he would be waiting and I quickly raced to the bedroom. As soon as I entered I started ripping off my clothes, my blouse skirt, bra, and panties went flying in all directions.

My Virgin Sister

I've been spying on my sister for about two months; watching her change her clothes through her bedroom window. I never thought I'd take it any farther than just spying. She is my sister, after all. To me it's just a good way to see some tits, ass and pussy on a regular basis.

My sister and I are twins. We get along great, not like some brothers and sisters. Our dad is in the Navy and we've never lived anywhere long enough to develop close friendships with other kids, so we've become each other's best friend by default. We're both pretty smart and have tested in the top percentile of our classes academically. We do just about everything together. We go to the movies, hang out at the mall, sometimes we even double date. I also think we have a special connection because we're twins.

During our senior year in high school, right after we turned 18, we moved to San Diego and our dad shipped out for a six-month tour of duty aboard a destroyer. Mom works as a paralegal, for a law firm downtown, so we are home by ourselves after school every day. This is our first house with a pool and that's where my sister and I spend most of our time.

I've noticed my sister's body developing over the last couple of years, but I was not prepared for the feast my eyes got when my sexy, twin sister started spending most of her time in a skimpy swimsuit. She's blossomed into a size 34B and the sexy curves of her tits, visible around the minimal material of her swimsuit top, captivate me. Her firm, young ass rounds out the bottoms of her swimsuit in a way that would make any guy look twice. Being around my sister, in our swimsuits every day, is getting to me. I find that I can't keep my eyes, or my mind, off of her firm, young tits or her cute little ass.

We are playing in our backyard pool one afternoon, dunking each other and generally fooling around, when my sister climbs her way up my body and tries to dunk me. She seems oblivious to the amount of bare skin contact between us, but my cock certainly isn't. I have to maneuver myself sideways so she won't feel my hard-on.

Her swimsuit top is stretched tightly across her breasts and, when it gets wet, her nipples make pretty obvious bumps in the thin material. Pushing on my shoulders, she lifts herself out of the water, trying to dunk me. At 18 I've had a few girlfriends, but I've never seen a sight as sexy as my sister's tanned tits two inches from my face. I desperately want to see them uncovered.

We finish in the pool and my sister goes in the house to change. My cock hardens as I watch her tight ass wiggle across the patio toward the sliding glass door. I can't believe how badly I want to see her naked body. I tell her I'm going to check the filtration system and will be right in.

Instead, I walk around the side of the house to my sister's bedroom window. This side of our house has a covered walkway with lots of bushes. I position myself to see in her window, without her or our nosy neighbors seeing me. I look for an opening in her blinds so I can watch her change, but the way the blinds are positioned, I can only see the ceiling. I give up (for that day) and go in to change.

The next day while my sister is watching TV in the family room, I sneak into her room and adjust her blinds, leaving about an inch and a half gap between the bottom of the blind and the windowsill. After changing into my swimsuit, I head out toward the pool.

"Hey Lisa, I'm going in the pool. Want to go?" I ask my sister casually as I walk through the family room and out the sliding glass door.

"Sure, I'll be there in a sec," she says, getting up from the couch and turning off the TV.

That's my cue. Around the house I go. I get to her window just in time to see her entering her bedroom. She is pulling her shirt up as she closes the door. I stand there mesmerized, as she tosses the shirt on her bed and begins taking off her bra. My cock jumps, creating a bulge in my swimsuit, when I get my first look at her teen sized mounds. I stare at them, enraptured by her inch and a half areolas and little pink nipples. But the real treat is watching her unzip her shorts and slide them down her tan legs.

My sister is average height, with a flat stomach, and a body that curves in all the right places. She turns from the window while taking her shorts off and I'm looking at her panty-clad ass, as she bends over. I start rubbing my cock through my swimsuit, to relieve some of the pressure, as she hooks her thumbs in the waistband of her panties and slides them down.

My god! Her ass is spectacular. Her firm, young cheeks curve just enough to make you want to grab a handful and plant kisses all over them. Bent over like that, a few blonde pubic hairs and just a hint of her pussy lips are visible between her legs. I can't wait for her to turn around so I can see the rest of her. But, instead, as I'm admiring her ass, she slips her swimsuit bottom over her feet and pulls it up. I get one last peek at her ass, before she grabs the elastic on the sides of her suit and pulls them down to cover her cute round cheeks. Hooking her swimsuit top, she turns it around so the hook is in the back and the cups are in the front.

I belatedly notice that she's standing in front of her dresser, which has a big mirror over it. Through the mirror, I get one more look at her nipple-tipped mounds as she slips her arms in the straps, pulls her swim suit top up over her chest, and reaches inside each cup to adjust her tits. She checks herself in the mirror and opens her bedroom door.

Shit! I better get in the pool fast. I've been so engrossed in watching her change that I didn't think about what would happen if she saw me coming around the side of the house and I wasn't even wet yet. Speaking of cumming around the side of the house; that was going to have to wait. I'm still hard as I hit the pool at a run and swim to the deep end, treading water, as she comes out of the house.

"How's the water?"

"Great, come on in!" I yell, hoping the cool water will relieve me of my uncomfortable, and obvious condition.

We stay in the pool for about an hour, fooling around like we usually do. If my sister notices anything different, in the way I'm acting or looking at her, she doesn't let on. I'm trying to act normal, but every time her tits get close to me, I can't help but think about her pink nipples sticking out from her firm young breasts. When she sits on the edge of the pool, dangling her legs and pushing the water sideways with her foot, I stare at the crotch of her swimsuit, imagining how her pussy looks. Fortunately, I don't have to imagine for very long.

When we're finished, I again make an excuse about checking the filter and run around to the side of the house. I wait a while and start getting nervous that maybe my sister is coming back outside. I'm just about to abandon my position when she walks into her bedroom with a towel wrapped around her. She's taken her wet swimsuit off in the bathroom and is now dropping the towel, as she closes her bedroom door. My eyes are glued to her pussy and what a sight! It isn't the first pussy I've ever seen, but the excitement of seeing my twin sister's pussy, makes my cock spring to life.

She has a nice v-shaped patch of blonde hair that almost covers her pussy lips, which are protruding slightly downward between her legs. I'm rubbing my cock like crazy and trying to take it all in, remembering how fast she changed earlier. But I'm in for a wonderful surprise. My sister puts on lotion after she swims - before she gets dressed.

I watch her standing naked, in front of the mirror, squeezing lotion onto her hands. She rubs her hands together and starts massaging lotion onto her arms and shoulders. I love the way her firm tits move, pointing her pink nipples right at the mirror, when she reaches up to rub lotion on her shoulders. Pulling my hard cock out of my swimsuit, I begin seriously stroking it, as she rubs lotion across her stomach.

Beginning just below her navel, she rubs the lotion up over her flat stomach and her ribs. Lifting each breast, one at a time, she gently squeezes it, as she rubs the lotion in. It looks like she lingers a little on her nipples, and I watch them harden, as she slides her lotion covered hands across them. Then, to my surprise, she turns around and walks toward the window. Her bed is just under the window, but the way I've positioned the blinds, I can't see it very well. It doesn't matter, because what she does next, makes me shoot my load all over the shrubbery.

When she gets close to the bed, she squeezes more lotion onto her hand, lifts her right foot up on the edge of the bed and rubs lotion on her leg. Fuck! I can't believe my luck! From my vantage point outside her window, looking under the blinds, I'm staring right into her fucking pussy! As she shifts her leg around, rubbing in the lotion, her pussy looks like it has a life of its own. I watch her pussy lips opening and closing, moving her patch of blonde hair back and forth as she rubs lotion up and down her legs.

I'm about four feet away from the most amazing sight I've ever seen. My cock is rock hard and I'm pumping it furiously. As she leans forward to rub lotion on her ankles, her tits hang down like cones and her nipples are pointing straight down toward her bed. When she finishes with her left leg and is lifting her right leg onto the bed, I can't take it any longer and shoot my load on the ground and the surrounding shrubbery. I finish watching her rub the lotion on her leg and when she starts to get dressed, I run into the house and into my bedroom to change clothes.

Over the next two months, I shoot a lot of cum outside her window. I make a few strategic adjustments to her blinds and even bring out the digital camcorder a few times. Watching a video doesn't come close to the live action, and I know I can see her change anytime, so I erase the video to avoid getting caught. I think I can explain being on the side of the house, but if I was ever caught with a video of my naked sister, I think my dad would kill me. I've occasionally watched her get dressed to go out, but nothing compares to watching her come out of the swimming pool and rubbing on lotion - and she does it every time.

Until now, my sister and I have never discussed our individual sexual activities with each other. Occasionally, she asks me questions about sex or things she's heard about at school and I answer her as best I can. A military father can be pretty strict, especially with a daughter, and Lisa was not allowed to date until she was 17. She is inexperienced and naive, and I'm pretty sure she's still a virgin. I always caution her about getting sexually active too fast. I've had a few girlfriends who have been willing to experiment, so I've eaten pussy, had blowjobs and fucked a few times. But at 18 years old, in a new High School, I haven't been getting any action lately.

Since I don't have a steady girlfriend, I'm making do with my own hand outside my sister's window pretty regularly. Don't get me wrong, it's a great show, but I'm getting really horny and starting to think about my sister's body in ways that a brother shouldn't. I find myself wanting to do more than just watch. I want to touch her. I kept fantasizing that she knows I'm out here and she's putting on a show for me. I know it isn't true, but it fuels my desire to touch her and have her touch me.

One afternoon when we're alone, I head around the house because my sister has suggested we go for a swim. I'm in my swimsuit and want to get a quick look at her naked body before we get in the pool. By the time I get outside her window, she is down to her bra and panties. This happens quite often now, because I know how long I can take to change into my swimsuit and get around the house to see her naked. Her tits bounce a couple of times as she slips off her bra and I can't help but rub my cock through my swimsuit. She bends over to take her panties off and I get a great side view of her tits hanging down. Her tits look like round little cones, hanging there, with her nipples pointing toward the floor.

God, how I want to touch and suck her tits and make her nipples hard! I pull my cock out of my swimsuit; slowly stroke the length of it, as she turns around to get her swimsuit out of her dresser. When she bends over to pull her swimsuit bottom on, I see her tight, round ass and her small pussy lips hanging down. I fantasize about what it would feel like to slide my cock between those lips, while she is bent over like that, burying myself deep inside her tight, virgin snatch.

As she finishes putting her swimsuit on and is opening her bedroom door, I tuck my cock back in my swimsuit and turn toward the pool. The sound of her cell phone makes me turn back. I watch as she talks, but I can't hear what she's saying. She's getting really upset, walking back and forth as she talks to whoever it is. After a couple of minutes she closes her phone and throws herself on her bed, crying.

I love my sister and despite the perverted nature of my fantasies. I don't ever want to see her hurt. I want to know what's wrong and help make it better. I go into the house, trying to figure out a way to approach her, without giving away how I know she's upset. Fortunately, she left her bedroom door open when she went back to answer her phone. As I peek in, I see my sister lying on the bed, her head buried in a pillow and I can hear her sobbing. As I watch her body heaving up and down on the bed, I walk in and asked her what's wrong.

"It's not fair!" she says, between sobs. "That's what's wrong!" She turns toward me and lifts herself up on her elbow. Her swimsuit top has slid to the side and I can see her nipple poking out over the top of the material.

"What's not fair?" I ask, trying to focus on her face, instead of her half-naked body.

"It's not fair that girls have to walk such a fine line all the time," she cries. "What do guys want? I can't figure out what I'm supposed to do. If we let them fuck us, we're sluts. If we don't let them fuck us, we're prick teases and if we don't let them touch us at all, we're frigid. What the fuck am I suppose to do?" She turns her face back into the pillow and begins sobbing harder.

I watch her lying there crying, trying to figure out what to say and how I can help her. As I walk over and sit on the edge of her bed, I can't help but notice how her swimsuit bottom has ridden up into the crack of her sweet, round ass. Remember, I've just seen her naked and have been stroking my cock outside her window.

I wonder who was on the phone, but as I'm about to ask her, I recall that I shouldn't even know about the phone call.

"What happened, Lisa? What brought this up?" I start rubbing her bare back, trying to comfort her.

"Tony broke up with me." I hear her muffled words through the pillow. "I bet he's going to start seeing that slut, Barbara." I'm surprised. I thought Tony and Lisa were a great couple. Lisa started dating Tony right after we moved here and they've been dating steadily for the past month.

"When did this happen?" I ask, remembering that I'm not supposed to know about the phone call.

"Just now," she says, continuing to sob into the pillow. She turns her head toward me and continues. "He called me and gave me some bullshit about us being too young to get serious and that we should start seeing other people, but I know it's because I wouldn't do this!" she yells, flopping over on her back and spreading her legs apart on the bed.

I'm speechless looking at my sister lying there next to me in her skimpy swimsuit, spreading her legs wide apart and giving me an unobstructed view of her barely covered crotch. A couple of pubic hairs are peeking out from the sides of her swimsuit bottom, which is stretched tightly across her pussy lips, leaving very little to my imagination. Since I've been looking at her pussy for a couple of months, I don't have to imagine much, and my cock is beginning to stir inside my swimsuit.

"I mean it's really not fair! Have you ever dumped a girl just because she wouldn't let you fuck her?" She is looking up at me with her innocent eyes, all red and puffy from crying. She pulls her legs back together and adjusts her swimsuit top to cover her nipple. "Well, have you?" she asks softly, sniffing back her tears.

"No, I haven't and Tony probably hasn't either. Maybe he really does think you guys are too young. Or maybe he's just not sure what he wants." I'm trying to be as consoling as I can and I'm telling the truth about not dumping anyone.

"No! He really wants to fuck me," she responds. "He told me so last night, but I said no! Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe I should have let him have what he wants. God knows I wanted to fuck him, too. I was so hot and so wet it was just as hard for me to stop as it was for him." As she's saying this, my sister turns on her side toward me and starts crying again.

"I've just always wanted the first time to be with 'THE ONE'. You know? And I like Tony a lot, but I'm not sure I love him or that he's 'THE ONE'. What do you think Jack, should I have just let him fuck me? Would that have made me a slut? I try so hard to let him do what he wants without becoming a prick tease."

I reach over and put my arm around her and she starts sobbing into my shoulder. I lie down beside her and hold her close while she cries. As I'm lying there, I'm becoming increasingly aware that I'm on my sister's bed, we're both in swimsuits, which leaves a lot of bare skin contact, and I'm holding her in my arms, while she talks about whether to fuck her boyfriend.

"Well, should I have?" she asks again, pulling her head back from my shoulder so she can look at my face. We're still holding each other, as I'm trying to decide what to tell my sister.

"No, you made the right decision. You're still young." I hesitate before I start speaking again. Picturing my sister being touched by Tony and her pussy getting hot and wet to the point where she doesn't want to stop, makes my cock stiffen and I slide my hips back a little so she won't notice.

"But maybe, you know, you're teasing him a little more than you realize," I finally say.

"What do you mean?" She leans back away from me, giving me a clear view of the front of her body. She has a puzzled look on her face and I'm trying hard to keep my eyes on her face.

"Well, I'm not sure, but when you said you stopped when you really didn't want to, what had you two been doing, exactly?" I really want to help my sister, but I also want to hear the details about what her and Tony had been doing. I'm thinking I can kill two birds with one stone.

"I'm not going to describe what we were doing, Jack. Let's just leave it at the fact that I was very hot, but I pulled back in time and the next day he dumped me." Her face is a little red and it's obvious she's embarrassed about what we're talking about. She's still leaning back and looking at my face.

"Look Sis, I'm not trying to pry into your love life, but I think maybe you could use a guy's perspective on this. You think you're not being a prick tease, but as a guy, sometimes you get to a certain point, where you really can't turn back. If you stopped, I can guarantee that Tony went home and jacked-off, thinking about what it would have been like. I've been out with several girls who didn't let me fuck them, but didn't send me home to jack off. Maybe if I know what you've been doing, I could offer you some suggestions on how you can help him get relief and still save your virginity." I'm really trying to help my sister, but I'm also starting to fantasize about teaching her some sexual techniques to keep her boyfriend happy. You know, I could let her practice with me so she won't be fumbling around when the important time comes.

"Suggestions?" she asks. "What kind of suggestions?" She's still lying in my arms on her bed. She settles back down against my shoulder and I can tell she's really thinking about what I've said.

Cheerleader

Jamie was exhausted as the cheerleading coach dismissed them from practice for the day. Since transferring to City High a month ago, her life had certainly changed. She had found herself making friends easily and had won a position on the cheerleading squad after her first tryout. As she made her way to the locker room with the rest of the girls, she wryly thought about how hard she had thought it was going to be to leave the school and friends she had known all her life to begin anew. It sure had been a lot easier than she had imagined. Even her twin brother, James, had found it easy to fit in to the new school and routine. Even as she started to undress to take a shower, James was out at football practice competing for the quarterback position.

As she undressed, Jamie looked around the locker room at her fellow cheerleaders. This was supposedly the cream of the crop, the best looking, most athletic girls in the school. They sure were a diverse bunch, she thought. There was Sheri, a tall, dark-haired girl with big, upright breasts, dark nipples that always seemed to be hard whenever Jamie had seen them, slender waist with her hips flaring to her legs which tapered down, long and slim, a dark thatch of hair filling the juncture of her thighs. Always with Sheri were Janice and Heather, Janice with blonde hair, not quite as tall and big as Sheri, but her pale breasts ended in large, cream-colored nipples and her hips narrow. Heather was a redhead, just like herself, but unlike herself, Heather's hair was cropped short, almost like a boy's haircut, causing her totally freckled body to really stand out. She had nice, firm breasts with pale, cherry nipples at the end. Her fiery red bush was not very dense, allowing you to get a peek of pale skin underneath.

Jamie self-consciously examined her own body in the mirror. Her breasts were nice and firm, very upright with big, dark-cherry nipples on the end. Her waist was very slim, showing a nice flat belly with her thick bush of red hair sticking out below. Her long, thick red hair hung down past her shoulders. She couldn't see anything to complain of as she joined the others in the shower.

Sheri and Janice and Heather were laughing together as they soaped up and began to work a lather up. Jamie began to shower at the shower next to them, listening to their conversation. Sheri was talking about her date the night before with John, the other boy trying to become the quarterback on the football team. Sheri was talking about how it hadn't taken him any time at all on their date to begin trying to kiss her and feel her up. She laughed as she described how desperate he had seemed as she thwarted his attempts to feel her up. She related how, as the evening passed, she had relented somewhat and began to make out with him, kissing him and sucking tongues together. She commented that he was really a good kisser with a really long tongue. Janice and Heather laughed as she said this. Sheri commented that she was going to go out with him on Friday and that she planned on letting him go a little further this time, maybe even letting him play with her breasts a little bit.

As she said this, Sheri reached up and gave both of her soapy breasts a good squeeze and massage, pinching her nipples for good measure. Janice and Heather laughed and Heather reached over and pinched one of Sheri's nipples, causing her to squeal as she tried to pinch her back. Laughing, they all finished showering and got dressed.

As they dressed and began to leave the locker room, Jamie moved over next to Sheri to ask her a question.

"Sheri," she asked, "how do you control guys so that they don't go too far?"

"Oh, that's easy," she replied. "You just make sure that they think there's a chance that they might succeed and they'll go along with anything."

"But what happens when things start to get too far along?"

"Well, either you like them and go along or you don't like them and you fight like crazy," Sheri laughed.

"Yeah," Heather commented, "when was the last one you fought like crazy because you didn't like him?"

"Well," Sheri answered, "at least I know before I go out with them if I'm going to like them. Not like you, finding out when it's too late to do anything about it."

"You mean you've let some of them do what they want?" Jamie inquired.

"Of course I have," Sheri responded. "If I didn't, they'd all know that I was just a tease and nobody would want to go out with me."

"Hah," Heather said, "you do it because you love it and you know it."

"Well, so what?" Sheri retorted, "At least I get it from people I choose, not just whoever chooses me."

"I like the guys I go with," Heather replied. "What about you, Jamie, ever been with a guy?"

"No, not like that I haven't. I mean, I've made out with some of the boys I've gone out with, I've just never gone any further."

"Well, neither have I," Janice chimed in. "I'm sure I will when I'm ready, I just wasn't born always horny like these two," she said laughing.

"I wasn't born horny, I just ended up that way," Sheri laughed. "I'll bet that before the school year is out, both of you end up losing your cherries. Face it, you're cheerleaders now. Every guy in school wants to be with a cheerleader. You'll have your pick of them, after I do, of course, then you'll end up doing it with someone."

"I don't know," Jamie said. "I always thought it'd be with someone special the first time."

"Who's to say it won't be," Heather replied. "It can be really nice. Believe me, I know. It doesn't have to be tawdry at all."

"There's nothing tawdry about me," Sheri declared, "I just like boys. I'll tell you what," Sheri said with a sly grin, "Friday night I'll let you guys hide in my house and you can watch me making out with John. My parents are away for the weekend, so they won't be there. What do you say? You can hide in the study and I'll get him to make out with me in the living room."

"I'll be there, you can bet on it," Heather said, laughing. "How about you two, you going to join me?"

"Sure," Janice said. "I think it'll be funny that John won't know we're watching him. You gonna come, Jamie?"

"I guess so," she replied. "It seems sort of weird though, peeping on people making out."

"Oh, I don't mind," Sheri said. "Maybe you'll get some pointers."

With that they all went their separate ways as they walked home. As Jamie lived in the opposite direction from the other three, she walked home by herself, reflecting on her new friends. They were always nice to her, but she still felt a little like an outsider. Face it, she was.

I've only been here a month, Jamie reminded herself. They've known each other for years.

As she continued on her way, Jamie thought about how happy her parents had been to move to Friend, Nebraska. She couldn't believe it when they had told her and James that they were moving from Portland, Oregon, to Nebraska. It had seemed like a move in the wrong direction. Now it seemed as though she could hardly remember Oregon anymore. Nebraska was really nice, open and no rain all the time. The people were a lot more open than they had been back in Oregon and it wasn't as square as she had been led to believe.

Just as she got to the street she lived on, Jamie heard her name shouted from behind. Turning around, she saw it was James, running to catch up to her. She really loved James. He was so good-looking and nice. Everyone seemed to like him. He was tall, athletic, always did great at everything he tried. As he caught up to her, he grabbed her in a big hug and swung her around.

"I'm going to be the starting quarterback," he announced gleefully. "They told us today."

"Oh, James, I'm so happy for you," Jamie said, hugging him fiercely. "Now I'll really have a reason to cheer."

"How's cheerleading going?" he inquired. "Is it as much fun as you hoped it would be?"

"Well, it's a lot more work than I thought, but I like the girls and it's a good workout. In fact, I'm going out with some of them Friday night," she said, deciding that it was going to be fun watching Sheri in action.

"What about you, any dates in mind yet?" she asked James.

"We'll see," he smiled. "I want to see what being quarterback brings my way. You found anyone yet?" he teased, knowing how shy she was.

"I'm not in any hurry," Jamie said. "Besides, no one's really paid any special attention to me yet."

"They will, especially when they see you out there jumping around in your cheerleading outfit."

Then they went into the house where their mother, June, was beginning to fix dinner. As they began to help with the dinner, they told her of their day in school, John being especially proud of having earned the starting quarterback position on the football team.

"Your father will be real proud of you," she said. "He called and said he'd be a little late tonight, so we'll eat before he gets home."

As they sat down to eat, June's mind wandered to her husband, Art. Art's new job had come as a big surprise to them. A guy they had met at a building convention, Larry Hughes, had offered Art a substantial raise and the possibility of a partnership to move from Oregon to Nebraska. It was an offer they couldn't refuse. The cost of living in Nebraska was lower than Oregon, and with more money. They just couldn't have done so well in Oregon. And the kids seemed to be really happy, too. That had been a big worry, but they had seemed to fit right in with no problems at school. Now James was on the football team and Jamie was cheerleading. They had always been together and done everything together, right from the womb.

Meanwhile, Art was at his office working to finish a project that needed to be presented the next day. As he worked, he thought, for the 10,000th time, how lucky he had been to meet Larry at that convention. Even if it had been in a topless bar after a particularly long seminar, they had seemed to hit it off right away. Then Larry had offered him the job over dinner one night with their wives. He was shocked, and after discussing it with June that night, they had accepted the next day. Within two weeks, they had sold their house and moved to Nebraska. He had been busy ever since. The work was everything Larry had said, with seemingly endless possibilities.

As he finished up his work and gathered his briefcase to leave, Art saw a light on in Larry's office. Since Larry frequently worked late, this was not unusual, so Art pushed the door open to say goodnight. As he looked in the office, Art saw Larry sitting on the edge of his desk facing the door, his pants down around his ankles, his secretary sucking his cock on her hands and knees. Because the door had been partially open, he had made no noise when he entered. Larry looked up and saw him and looked startled. Then he smiled and put his finger to his lips to warn him to be quiet. The secretary hadn't noticed that he was standing there watching her suck his cock.

As he stood there watching, he noticed that Larry's secretary was really getting into sucking on his cock. She would bob up and down on it, massaging his balls as she noisily sucked on his dick. Larry held her hair in one hand as he pumped her mouth up and down on his dick, pushing it into the back of her throat before letting it slide out to her lips where she teased the head and sucked at the slit at the end before swallowing it again into her mouth. Then as Larry started to cum, he held her face against him, pumping his jism deep into her mouth and filling it as she choked trying to swallow it all. Art backed quietly out of the office as she was sucking the last of his cum from his cock.

As he drove home, Art couldn't believe what he had seen. Larry's wife, Mary, was beautiful, a real knockout, brunette with big breasts and a wide, sensual mouth that looked so inviting. But, he had to admit, Larry's secretary Dawn really sucked cock well. Maybe he'd get June to go down on him tonight. It had been a while.

As he arrived at the house and went inside, June greeted him with a big kiss, while Jamie gave him a hug. She was really growing up, he noticed. Soon enough the boys at school were going to be trying to get her to suck their cocks, he mused. But she's a really good girl. He trusted her common sense.

After eating his supper and watching TV for a while, Art said good night to James and Jamie and went into his bedroom with June. Pushing the door shut, he grabbed her and kissed her with conviction, causing her to rise to her toes and push her body against his. Probing with his tongue in her mouth, Art began to massage her breasts, feeling the nipples harden under his hands. Pulling her shirt off, he released her breasts to his unimpeded access, her pert nipples sticking up, begging for attention. Falling to his knees, he began to suck on her breasts, worrying her nipples with his teeth and lips, sucking as much of her full breasts into his mouth as he could, massaging them with his hands.

As June stood there holding his head against her breasts, she felt herself responding to his sucking. Reaching behind her, she undid her skirt and let it slide to the floor, leaving her in her panties. Art reached between her legs and cupped her sex, gently massaging her entire pussy through her panties. Then he tugged her panties down, enabling her to step from them, leaving her as naked as a jay in front of him, her soft, downy-blonde hair barely covering her pussy.

He pushed her back onto the bed, pushing her knees up and aside as he exposed her pussy to his view. He could see her pussy lips pouting open, moisture pooling at the entrance to her hole, her clit straining to get out from between her pussy lips. He lowered his face to her pussy and ran his tongue the entire length of it, slurping her juices as he fastened his lips upon her clit, sucking it into his mouth. June began to squirm on the bed as his tongue got her juices flowing. As he buried his tongue up in her hole, she clamped his head against her pussy, pressing it into her as she ground her hips into his face. Then she felt her orgasm hit her as wave after wave of delight washed over her body, her juices bathing Art's tongue as he lapped her up. When he finished licking her, he crawled up on top of her and kissed her, swirling his tongue around in her mouth, letting her taste herself on him.

She kissed him back fervently, then rolled him over and began undressing him. She pulled his briefs down, freeing his already hardened cock. Grasping his cock in her hands, June began to probe the slit at the end, pushing her tongue into it before she began to lick and suck the head of his cock, teasing it with her tongue. Then she licked the entire length of his cock, stopping to carefully lick and lightly suckle on his balls, then returned to the head of his cock, letting it slide into her mouth, her tongue bathing it as she sucked it into the back of her throat.

As June began to suck on his cock, Art couldn't help thinking about seeing Larry sucked off by Dawn. As he remembered, he felt his own cock responding to his memory of the event and also by June's enthusiastic ministrations. As she continued to suck his cock into her throat, Art felt his balls begin to churn, warning him of his impending orgasm. As he began to pump his load into her mouth, June greedily slurped his cum up, swallowing it all as fast as it filled her mouth. When he finished cumming, she continued to lick and suck on his cock, slowly urging it into a state of readiness again. Then she quickly jumped up on top of him, positioning his cock at the entrance to her pussy, lowering herself onto him.

As she felt his cock fill her, June was filled with a sense of joy. God, life was so nice, she thought. I hope everyone's as happy as I am here. As she continued to ride Art's cock, June could feel it sliding in and out of her slippery pussy as she bounced up and down on it. Then Art rolled her over, not letting his cock slide from her pussy as he rolled her onto her back, hooking her knees over his shoulders as he began to stroke her. With her knees over his shoulders, Art had an unimpeded view of June's pussy as his cock slid in and out of it, her pussy lips wrapped around his cock each time he drew back, only to plunge once more into her pussy, where the velvet pussy muscles gently massaged his cock. As he felt himself moving to orgasm again, Art reached down and began to massage June's clit as he pumped her, driving her to orgasm even as his own began to shake him. With a strangled cry, Art pumped his second load of cum into June, this time between her other lips. When they finished cumming, they both collapsed on the bed, spent.

The next day as James and Jamie walked to school, they ran into Sheri, Heather, and Janice on the way. As they all walked together, it was obvious that the three girls were finding James to be quite attractive, especially when they heard he had made starting quarterback. Jamie watched with amusement as Sheri and Heather shamelessly flirted with James, giving her quick smiles all the while.

Once they arrived at school and James went to his class, Sheri looked at Jamie.

"How come you never told us your brother was so cute?" she demanded.

"You never asked," Jamie replied. "Besides, he's my brother. I know he's good-looking, but I never thought of it like that."

"Well, I'm going to get him to go out with me," Sheri declared. "I'm going to make it a goal of mine."

"No, you're not," Heather said, "I am. I think he'd be fun to snuggle up with."

"All right," Janice said, "a competition. How are we going to know who wins?"

"Wins what?" Sheri asked. "Who he goes out with first?"

"Sure, why not?" Janice said. "Are you afraid that Heather will get him first?"

"I'll bet that not only does he go out with me first, but that I can get him in my bed, too," Sheri declared.

"I don't think that James is like that," Jamie said.

"You're just saying that because he's your brother," Heather said. "All boys are like that. You won't be mad, will you?"

"Of course not. I mean, if he wants to go out with you or even get in your bed with you, that's his business. I just think he's not the kind of guy you think."

"Well, we'll see," Sheri said. "Tonight you'll see what kind of moves I can put on a guy if I want to, then you can tell me he's not like that. I'll even make it better. I'll make sure you get to watch when it happens. What about you Heather, you willing to do that?"

"I don't know if I'm ready to have you three watching me from some corner while I'm with a guy," Heather replied.

"Well, I'm not ashamed of it," Sheri said. "You'll see."

"What about tonight," Janice asked, "how are we going to do that?"

"Well, I'll make sure we're back at my parents' house at 10:00 o'clock. You guys get there earlier and hide in the study. You can see through the doorway if you leave the lights in the study off and keep quiet. I'll keep him in the living room."

With that, they agreed to meet that evening at Sheri's house and to wait there for her to return with John. All day long, Jamie thought about what Sheri had said. What if James was interested in going out with her? Her body sure was nice and she was sure James would think so, too. But would he let her get him in bed? We'll see, she thought.

That afternoon at cheerleading practice, Jamie watched Sheri and Heather, trying to see what it was that made them so different from the other girls. The other girls were just as pretty, had bodies that were just as nice, it was just something different about Sheri, and Heather probably did it just to show Sheri she was as good as her. In the showers afterwards, Sheri talked about nothing but how she was going to snare John that night. As she talked, she would squeeze her breasts and pinch her nipples. Then one time she furiously rubbed herself between the legs before rinsing off and getting dressed.