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.
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.
I don't know what's got into my sister. Since being a kid, she's been a tomboy, into climbing trees, making bows and arrows (when she 'discovered' the Legend of Robin Hood, and wanted to be as good as Maid Marian). She suffered the bumps and scrapes all children get, along with me and my best mate, Alan; and our mother would patiently wash our wounds, dab them with antiseptic, and apply sticking plasters.
This last six months, since she turned fourteen, Ellie has been coming to me with her woes. I'm two years older than she is, which is quite a lot of growing at that stage in one's life. There has been less need for sticking plaster and more for sorting out some of the strange ideas which seem to be filling her head these days. I wouldn't care, but there have been other, physical, changes in her — and me, for that matter — which make me uncomfortable after only minutes in her company. Especially when she does her usual thing and sits on my knee while we talk.
The other day, while Mum and Dad had gone into town to spend the shopping vouchers they'd received for Christmas, she'd been sunbathing out in the back garden. She decided this year that a tan was important, despite my telling her about the dangers of too much sun causing the skin to age prematurely. Anyway, Alan and I were wearing only shorts, because of the heat, watching cricket on the television, when she came trotting in wearing a very skimpy bikini in yellow cotton and plonked herself down on my lap, wrapping one arm nonchalantly round my shoulders.