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.
"Tommy, how come you snuck out after you were supposed to be in bed last night," Tina asked, not loud enough for Mom to hear, but loud enough to make Tommy nervous.
Tommy had just turned fourteen last month and with the onset of puberty came a very healthy curiosity about sex. He had discovered that by peeking in the windows of his neighbors, he was able to learn a great deal that wasn't included in Dad's 'birds and the bees' speech, and certainly wasn't part of his Sex Ed curriculum. But now he had been caught. He pulled his younger sister into his room and gently shut the door.
Tina, at twelve, didn't have the physical development that her older brother had, but she had been developing the same curiosities lately. Somehow she had sensed that whatever Tommy was up to, it had to do with the strange feelings she had been feeling ever since a couple of her girlfriends at school let her in on a few secrets that suddenly made boys a much more interesting sub-species.
"You better keep your mouth shut, or I'm going to give you a good pounding," Tommy threatened.
"Ooooo! I'm sooo afraid! You beat me up, and you'll get it twice. Once for hitting me and once for sneaking out. Dontcha think it would be easier just to let me in on the secret?"
I pumped and I pumped, my hand surrounding and moving quickly along the full length of my stiff erection as I sat on my sister's bed jerking off.
In my mind I ran images of naked women, though mainly my sister, and I wondered how it would feel to be inside her, to make love to her, something Mom probably wouldn't care to let me do, or even know I was thinking.
I turned to where Mom was sitting in the chair beside the bed, watching me masturbate. My sister Kerri was laying on her stomach beside me, casually flipping through pages in some fashion magazine.
I remember that hot August day. It was my sixteenth birthday and I was so ready to have fun. I had all my day planned out. I was going to spend some time with the family first and then go out at night with my best friend Jill who was sixteen and already had her drivers license.
I woke up about 8am that day. It was a Wednesday, and I was ready for my family to give me a birthday hug. I went to go take a cold shower first and got dressed. I deciced to wear my red halter top and white shorts with my cute brown slip on sandals to complete the look. It was only my mother, my two brothers and me of course. My father had died over six years ago. My mother was a busy woman though. She was a lawyer and worked long hours often. I would always be the one to stay home and cook for my brothers Michael and Justin.
Michael, who was 20 was the oldest. Then there was Justin who was 18 and me that just turned 16. Michael was on summer vacation and home from college. Justin had just graduated high school.
I went downstairs that morning and found my mother on the phone arguing with someone. I could hear her frustration. I knew it had to be her work. She'd originally taken this day off to be with me and bake me my favorite German chocolate cake that I loved so much. Although I just felt that she was going to work that day. I waited a bit after she got off the phone to walk into the living room.