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.”
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.
Chris was beside himself with fear when he found out his little sister was pregnant with her boyfriend's baby. That is, at first he was. He then grew quite angry when he realized that meant Laura, just fifteen and one year younger, had been having sex before he did.
Laura was well into her second trimester and her petite little frame was obviously showing the baby she carried inside, something she wanted to keep from their parents. Baggy sweaters simply wouldn't do anymore to hide her swelling belly, she now had to avoid Mom and Dad altogether, so she went to her brother for help.
After screaming at one another, and quite loudly too with their parents out, Laura crying and begging, Chris threatening to tell over his anger, he finally agreed to keep her secret, but for a price. And that price was a dear one.
We had the telephone call around midnight and went to the Hospital. My older sister Mona had been raped on a date. It is quite common except when it is your sister. Mom and I went and we stayed there with Mona in the Emergency Room. The Police went in and out but Mona wanted us there.
Weeks went by and Mona was not the same. She had always been such an outgoing girl and happy. Mona is a petit 18 year old girl of 5'3" and has a knockout body and long pretty black hair. I felt guilty because I had dreamed about forcing Mona to have sex with me before she was assaulted. In my dreams Mona had always wanted to be my sex toy and fucked often.
I stuck my head over the edge of my bed to see my twin brother Ritchie lying on the floor of my bedroom. He'd be sleeping here with me until Aunt Marge and Uncle Bert went home after Christmas.
"Ritchie," I whispered, "It's ok if you want to sleep up here with me."
"Oh God thanks Stephanie." He said scampering up into bed. With the doors closed my room got incredibly cold in the winter, especially on the floor. Mom said since we were both thirteen we couldn't sleep in the same bed, but I knew Ritchie would get sick sleeping down there. I didn't mind sharing my bed with him. We got along better than most brothers and sisters we knew, maybe it was because we were twins and growing up we'd always developed the same interests. I snuggled up against him to help him warm up.
"Thanks Stephanie," he said, still shivering, "You're a lifesaver."
"No problem. Just get down in the morning before Mom comes in."
Neither one of us was really sleepy so we decided to talk for a while. My room was in the basement and all the other rooms were on the upper story, so we didn't need to worry about anyone hearing us. As we talked, I realized how weird it was to be lying here like this chatting about school. I laughed at the thought.
"What's so funny?" He asked.