Jessica tried not to look her age, though her friends assured her nobody would be suspicious. Her ID showed nineteen, but she was three years younger. Everybody else in their group was really at least eighteen.
She’d been planning this night for six months, and had jumped through enough hoops to make it happen that the stress had delayed her period. She was determined to see Monica Raven in concert and nothing was going to stop her.
It was a small, unwired gig and the crowd at the area’s hottest club was unusual, her friends said. Cindy said it was usually a college crowd. Lexie passed her a drink and Jessica looked at it hesitantly. ‘What is it?’ she wondered.
“Blue ball special,” she thought she heard. Indeed, it was blue, and had two olives in it.
The club mix was loud and the concert didn’t start for another twenty minutes. She looked around in wonder at this forbidden world. The atmosphere was like a sexual war zone. Lights flashed or glowed dimly in the darkness, and music pounded to a beat that sounded like fucking, even to a virgin’s ears.
Not a week goes by when I don’t think of the best summer of my life. It was simply for having inestuous sex with my sisters.
It was ten years ago. I’m the only male of a family of six children, and I’m the youngest too. Being the only male child made me special and led to being spoiled constantly.
This one particular summer I was fifteen. My parents and my three oldest sisters worked during the day so that left myself and two of my sisters at home each day. Ann was seventeen and Lynn sixteen. It all started innocently while we were swimming in our pool.
We were horse playing when Ann’s bikini top lifted up. Ann had a really nice set of tits. Much more than a handful and very firm even when she went braless.
I quickly noticed and began to stare. Ann noticed that I was staring, she said, “Take a picture it will last longer.”
I guess I would consider myself to be a normal, average guy. Yes, like all average guys, I like sex and when it’s not available directly I turn to porn. You know, standard stuff.
But, during my formative years, and ever since, I’ve had one real doozy of a perversion. You see, like many, as I’ve later learned, I’ve always wanted to fuck my older sister Laney. I know it’s taboo, but even knowing it’s taboo and incest and it’s frowned upon, I couldn’t help it.
I’m not sure why— Scratch that, of course I know why. It was due to seeing Laney around me all the time while my hormones kicked into high gear after I turned thirteen. I mean really, put a confused-by-hormones teen in the same house as a hot fifteen-year-old sex bomb and you have a pervert in the making on your hands.
See Laney was hot. As hot as they get. The long black hair, the large and oh so perky teen tits, the round bubble butt with amazingly wide hips. You name it, and Laney had it in spades.
My parents decided to celebrate their eighteenth anniversary by going back to the same resort they went to on their honeymoon. They were to leave on Friday afternoon and be back after the weekend.
My sister Jenny and I waived goodbye to our parents as they drove down the street. Since they would be gone for the entire weekend, my sister, who was 16, was left in charge. She was only a year older than I was, but since she was older she got to be in charge. “Barb will be here soon,” Jenny said to me, “try to not be too much of a pain in the ass, will you?”
“First, I'm never a pain in the ass and you know it,” I replied, “Second, I’ll probably spend the evening on the computer anyway as girls’ conversations have limited interest to me.”
I was looking forward to ogling Barb’s tits tonight. She had a hell of a pair. The stood big and proud on her teen chest and compelled you to look. Jenny’s tits were just as nice, but were smaller. They only paled next to Barb’s.
I was up in my room, playing a computer game, when I heard the doorbell ring. “Jack,” my sister shouted, “can you get the door?” I ignored her for a minute, then I realized that it might be Barb, so I got up to answer the door. Just as I walked out into the hallway, Jenny opened the bathroom door to yell at me again. As she leaned out of the door to shout down the hall at me, I got my first long awaited look at her tits. Well, one tit anyway. It was about the size of a half of a cantaloup and stuck straight out from her chest without any droop at all and her nipple was huge, about three inches across.
Pamela Travis focused on the pavement in front of her as she negotiated her Grand Cherokee down the forest road. The young mother had never driven this stretch of the county road before and its unfamiliarity worried her. Pamela glanced to her right and nervously smiled. Her fourteen-year old son Bobby slept peacefully in the front passenger seat, blissfully unaware of his mother’s worried thoughts.
Although it had been sunny and clear when the two left Kensington Corners for the surprise visit to her sister, Pamela had noticed the dark band of clouds in her rear view mirror shortly before she made the turn onto the forest road. She had hoped to cut some time off the trip to her younger sister Robin’s cabin by taking what appeared to be a shortcut on her map. But it was now clear to her that the forest road was too narrow to allow her to travel as fast as she had hoped. It looked like they would not make it to Robin’s until after dark. The silence in the Jeep made Pamela even more nervous. She glanced once again at her sleeping son and smiled. Pamela loved to dote on her boy. He was becoming a man, voice cracking and everything, he’s even a bit taller than herself and Pamela thought that this might be the last trip she would be able to take with him before he became more involved with his school friends and the inevitable distancing would begin. Pamela felt a pang of loneliness and realized that she wanted the company of her son.