Chapter 1

“You’ve gotta be kidding me, Jeff?” I exclaimed, looking in surprise at the guy whom I considered to be one of my best friends.

“Sorry, man, she’s just so hot! She’s the best fuck I’ve ever had. I’m not gonna say no to her,” Jeff replied, a crooked smirk on his face.

“You don’t have to say no to her, but can’t you go fuck her in an hour or so? Or at least give me a ride home first?”

“She wants it now, D. I gotta go give it to her!” Jeff grinned as he got up.

I couldn’t believe it. It’d only been five minutes since he and I’d been having something to eat in the mall when he got a text message from his new mystery girlfriend-whom he’d been seeing for almost a month-saying she wanted him to come fuck her. Of course, like any healthy guy would, he immediately agreed and texted that he’d be there in ten minutes.

Which left me stranded at the mall without any kind of transportation.

I threw my hands up in disgust. “How the fuck am I supposed to get home?”

“Shit, call your mom or something, dude. Stop whining!”

I threw him a dark glare. “Wow, thanks, asshole. Thanks a lot.”

“Whatever. I’m out,” Jeff said as he walked off.

I let out an explosive breath of air, trying to calm down; getting angry wasn’t really going to solve anything, and it sure as hell wasn’t going to get me home. I couldn’t believe he’d just left me like that! He’d been acting rather aloof and weird the last month or so-more than usual, anyways-but I hadn’t expected him to just ditch me like I was some girl who wouldn’t put out.

Sighing in resignation, I looked around as I tried to gather my thoughts. I wasn’t really upset at Jeff for going to be with his new girlfriend. Perhaps a bit jealous, since it had only been a few weeks since Kim-the cheating bitch-had broken up with me. Thinking about her made my bile rise again, so I quickly shifted my thoughts to something else.

I ticked off my options in my mind, one by one. Jeff was obviously out, Brian was out of state to visit his dad, and Michael was sick. So I couldn’t turn to my friends for help, and with my own car in the garage for at least another week, I was left with exactly one option. Sighing, I got my phone out of my pocket and called my mom.

“Yes, honey, I can pick you up. You’ll have to come with me to your sister’s cheerleading contest though, because I’m on my way there right now,” my mom said, after I had explained to her that I was at the mall and needed a ride.

“Oh, Mom, can’t you please come pick me up afterwards?” I complained. Going to a cheerleading contest wasn’t really high on the list of things I wanted to do.

“No, I can’t,” she replied.

“Why not?”

“Because it’s too far out of the way on my way back. Besides, we won’t have time.”

“Mom, I just-”

“Damon Leonard Richards, if you want me to pick you up, you’re coming with me to your sister’s contest. It’s that simple!” Her use of my full name showed me how serious she was. I absolutely hated it when people called me Damon Leonard, preferring to go by D or sometimes DL, which my friends then jokingly turned into Dell. They were such a creative bunch.

“How about I walk over to Yale, and you pick me up there afterwards? How much extra time is that going to take?”

“Still too much. I’ll have your sister with me, and I need to get her home so she can shower.”

“That stupid fungus-” I started grumbling.

“You better hope I did not hear that correctly, young man!” she interrupted, her voice cold and hard.

“I’m sorry,” I said contritely. It wasn’t my sister’s fault she suffered from that ailment, after all. I felt bad for even bringing it up.

“Why doesn’t Jeffrey give you a ride home? I thought you had gone to the mall with him?”

“Because he’s an asshole!” I snapped, without even thinking about it.

“Mind your tongue, Damon!” she scolded.

“Eh ... sorry, Mom.”

“Do you want a ride or not? I need to know right now, because I need to turn here at Admiral if you do. Take it or leave it.”

“Okay, fine,” I sighed dejectedly. “Please come pick me up. I’ll go watch those little airheads prance around.”

“I’m telling your sister you called her an airhead!” she giggled before she hung up on me. Great. That’d go over really well with Kelsey.

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I pretended to be positively annoyed-mostly for Mom’s benefit-as we sat down in the stands in the fourth row. My sister’s contest was being held at Westmore High, one of our school’s main rivals in cheerleading, and the place was pretty packed. I looked around in boredom since their gym was pretty much the same as any other I’d seen.

My mood brightened considerably, however, once the cheerleaders went onto the mat.

Several dozen girls from different squads came out on the mat at once, practicing their tumbles, twirls, and spins, along with several moves that I’d never even seen before. Of course, it wasn’t the moves that were drawing my interest, but rather the short skirts on the hot, athletic girls, as well as the way those skirts fit around their curvy asses and showed off their sexy legs.

With my eyes roaming around the arena, I eagerly checked out every single one of the bouncing balls of exuberant energy. While most didn’t really catch my interest, there were a few who were absolutely smoking hot. One girl in particular seemed way too overdeveloped for her small outfit; she appeared on the verge of bursting out of it with every tumble she made. She was obviously a senior, yet her outfit seemed more apt for a freshman. My cock twitched hungrily in my pants at every bounce of her breasts and every glimpse of her gloriously firm ass when her skirt would slide up along her hips.

The contest got started not too long after. Squad after squad of hot, nubile girls ran out onto the floor where they danced, squealed, tumbled, flipped, tossed up their friends-usually catching them again-and chanted their school’s name, before finally running off again. After about three such performances, my mind began to wander a bit since it all seemed pretty similar.

Of course, my attention kept being drawn back because of how sexy most of the girls were, and because of the daring, sensual dances they were performing. Whenever a group of girls would shake their little butts or jiggle their chests, several groans could be heard coming from the stands.

The majority of the groans came from guys around my age, most likely because they enjoyed what they were seeing just as much as I was. However, I also noticed that some of the groans were actually grunts of dismay coming from the assembled dads in the crowd. I imagined that having to watch their daughters strut their stuff was causing all of them to wonder how their baby girls had grown up so fast.

My mom’s elbow to my ribs pulled me out of my reverie. I gave her a guilty glance, wondering if she’d guessed what I had been thinking about.

“Pay attention. Your sister’s up next,” she said as she stood up and yelled, “Go, Kelsey!”

I got up and also yelled some encouragements at my little sister when her squad ran onto the mat. Despite her being a bit of a brat at times, I loved Kelsey deeply, and I wanted her to do well. She was a wonderfully sweet girl who did great in school, almost never upset my parents, and would go out of her way to help people wherever she could. She was also a lot of fun to hang out with-provided she wasn’t trying to get on my nerves, which fortunately wasn’t that often.

Several of my friends had younger sisters themselves and were often driven to distraction-or madness-by them, especially Michael. His little sister, Vanessa, was an unholy terror who practically needled the blood out from under his nails every single day. When he’d get angry with her, she would simply run to their mom, who would inevitably side with her little sweetheart. He’d once confided in me that he sometimes thought of killing the little monster and tossing her body off the cliffs at Lookout Point. I’d never been sure if he was serious or not. In comparison to all that, I was absolutely blessed to have a sweetheart like Kelsey as my little sister, though it probably helped that she was only a little over ten months younger than I was.

As her group stood silently on the mat in front of the crowd, I smiled and waved at her. She gave no indication that she had seen me as they waited for their music to start. Kelsey and her fellow cheerleaders were wearing fairly demure, one-piece uniforms; compared to some of the other squads, they looked practically overdressed. Their skirts were still pretty short, coming to maybe five inches or so below their butts, but other than their legs, no other skin was showing. I had to admit I was a bit disappointed by that.

While I was staring at their legs, the music came on, and the girls started off dancing to some high-tempo hip-hop. As far as I could tell, their synchronization and choreography were excellent, and it definitely got the crowd pumped up as the girls moved to the side of the mats for their tumbles.

“Pay close attention. Amanda and Kelsey are doing the Fulls; those are really spectacular to watch,” my mom said loudly in my ear, trying to be heard over the noise of the crowd. I nodded at her and locked my eyes on my little sister, who stood in the midst of a line of her friends, flanked on her sides by Amanda-who had been her best friend ever since they were sophomores-and a very cute, petite brunette.

Right when the beat in the music changed, the group of girls took off, sprinting, tumbling, spinning, and flipping from the left side of the mat to the right. Most of them stopped about halfway through, but Kelsey and Amanda added several more tumbles before finishing off with an absolutely incredible double somersault with a corkscrew thrown in for good measure.

My jaw fell open, and my heart raced as my sister and her friend landed the Full solidly, with the crowd roaring its approval over the nigh-Olympian acrobatic feats on display.

The girls didn’t miss a beat, quickly joining together at the center of the mat for some more dancing. As they stood in front of us, I noticed that Kelsey and Amanda were grinning like crazy. Every cheerleader would smile and laugh as she performed, of course, since that was part of their whole routine, but both girls seemed to be taking it to a whole new level, even compared to their own teammates.

The girls thrust their chests forward as part of the dance they were doing, then turned around and actually spanked their own butts! Again I heard several loud groans go up around me, and I was surprised I wasn’t groaning myself. I felt my mouth get a little dry as I blatantly gawked at my own sister’s curves, which looked absolutely fantastic in her tight uniform.

After driving most teenage males in the building insane with their sexy antics, the cheerleaders lined up in three groups, with Kelsey, Amanda, and the small brunette as the centerpiece of each group. All three of them were hoisted into the air and were given signs with the school’s initials and logo on them, which they used to lead the crowd in our school’s fighting cheer. Both my sister and her gorgeous, blonde friend seemed incredibly excited about something; at least, if I interpreted the gigantic smiles on their faces correctly.

I glanced over at the small brunette and noticed that she too was smiling brightly, though with the way she kept looking at Amanda and Kelsey, it seemed she was smiling at them more than anything else.

Once the cheering was over, the base girls grabbed the three firmly by their slender hips and feet and tossed them high in the air, with my sister and her two aerial companions performing several twists and corkscrews while soaring above their teammates. An icy grip clutched my chest as I watched my sister plummet back to the ground at a death-defying speed, but she was effortlessly caught by her group. The toss-spin-catch routine was repeated again almost immediately, after which the three girls were let back down onto the mat. The girls all struck an individual pose and let out a loud ‘Tigers roar!’ yell, signifying the end of their routine.

Mom’s excited screams were so loud I thought she was going to rupture my eardrums, and the crowd absolutely exploded into applause. I nearly bruised my hands from pounding them together in admiration for what I’d just seen. It had been a terrific routine, and I thought it would easily win, though I had to admit I was, of course, terribly biased; I knew how much these competitions meant to my little sister. After nearly screaming herself hoarse, Mom let out her breath in a loud whoosh, turning towards me and grabbing me in a huge hug, her joy at seeing her daughter perform so well plain to see on her face.

We shared a smile before turning our attention back to Kelsey, who was still grinning so broadly it looked like she had swallowed unicorn giggles or something. Amanda and their cute brunette squad mate also still had the same huge smiles on their faces, noticeably more elated than the rest of the girls. Kelsey and her friends waved at the crowd for a few seconds, then stormed off the mat to the side of the hall, where they sat down and patiently waited for the contest to finish.

A few more squads performed after my sister’s. While all the girls were certainly cheerful, demonstrative, and seemed to enjoy themselves, my sister and her friends had just been at a completely different level. I wondered why she had been so happy, but soon lost my train of thought as I ogled more tight cheerleader ass. Especially Westmore’s own squad drew my attention; their uniforms bordered on being qualified as lingerie, and they kept my mind pleasantly occupied with dirty thoughts for several minutes.

Once the competition was finally over, it seemed to take the judges forever to make up their minds, but eventually it was announced that Westmore had won while my sister’s squad took second place.

“What?!” I exclaimed in outrage. “They were much better than Westmore! They should have won!”

My mom gave me a sympathetic smile. “Only Westmore wins at Westmore, dear.”

“Are you serious? That’s just retarded! Is it because they look like sluts?” I blurted out before the thought had even finished. As soon as I realized what I’d said, I got a fierce blush on my face.

Mom gave me an amused grin as she shook her head; then, without saying anything else, she went down to the gym floor to go get my sister. I walked behind her, still pissed off that Kelsey’s squad hadn’t won; they’d been miles better than the other teams and were simply robbed! I was glad that in my swimming contests, who won and who didn’t wasn’t determined by whose fucking pool we were swimming in.

As we reached the floor, Kelsey was laughing happily, hugging her fellow cheerleaders. All the girls were excitedly talking about their result, seemingly very happy with it despite the unfairness of the decision. As I listened, it seemed most girls were in agreement that it had been Kelsey, Amanda, and a girl named Carynne who had been the catalysts for what they considered their great finish. It took me a few moments to figure out that Carynne was the cute little brunette I had noticed several times earlier.

“I can’t believe you guys actually did it! It was so hot!” a busty brunette said to my sister, a wicked grin on her face. Kelsey threw Amanda a guilty glance, and they both burst into giggles.

As the girls happily kept babbling to each other, with an occasional squeal or giggle sometimes rising above the crescendo, I glanced at my watch and gave Mom a pointed stare.

“Patience, dear. If we don’t let your sister calm down now, she’ll wind up bouncing off the insides of the car on the way home,” Mom said with a smile. The image of my sister zooming around the car like some cartoon character made me laugh out loud.

The sound of my laughter must have reached Kelsey because her head whipped around, and her smile grew even bigger when she saw me. She immediately came running towards us, and I could barely brace myself before she just jumped right into my arms.

“Damon, I’m so happy you came to watch me cheer!” she breathed in my ear, as she nearly crushed me in her hug. I wrapped my arms around her-being extra careful not to grab her ass-holding her five-foot-three body completely off the floor. The other cheerleaders grinned at me as they watched me hug my sister. It caused me to blush quite badly, though it didn’t stop me from holding Kelsey for a few more moments before I gently let her back down.

“Don’t let it go to your head, Kel. Mom made me come watch,” I said flippantly.

“She did not!” Kelsey grinned in mock annoyance, punching me in the shoulder. She glared at me for a few seconds, then turned to Mom with a frown. “Did you?”

“Well, I guess I did, sort of!” Mom laughed.

“Oh,” Kelsey said dejectedly as she lowered her head and looked at the floor.

“What’s wrong?” I asked worriedly.

“I just thought you ... never mind. It’s not important,” Kelsey said, sounding so sad that I suddenly felt a lump in my throat. I hadn’t meant to upset her!

I comfortingly put my hand on my sister’s shoulder and leaned a bit closer. “I’m glad she did though, because I had a really good time.”

“You’re just saying that,” Kelsey said softly, shaking her head.

“No, I’m not!” I protested. “Kel, I really did enjoy watching you cheer. You and the other girls put on a great show; it was awesome!”

“Do you mean it?” she asked, looking up at me.

“Yes, absolutely! I promise.”

“Ha, I knew it!” Kelsey exclaimed. The giant smile reappeared instantly on her face as if it had never left, and her gorgeous light blue eyes twinkled mischievously.

A sudden suspicion came over me. “You little brat! You were just acting!”

“I’m going to go tell all the girls my big, tough brother really liked our routine!” she teased.

“Don’t you dare!” I warned with a small grin, raising my finger at her threateningly.

She stuck her tongue out at me and took off before I could react, running after the rest of her squad who had already gone towards the locker rooms. I quickly gave chase, promising all kinds of awful violence if she opened her mouth. She squealed delightedly as she narrowly managed to stay out of my grasp, finally hiding behind a tall blonde from her own squad.

“Help me, Stacey! My brother is trying to kill me!” Kelsey giggled, barely able to keep from bursting into laughter.

The blonde girl turned around with a big smile on her face. I couldn’t help but smile in return; hot girls tended to do that to me, and Stacey was most definitely hot. My eyes were immediately drawn to her firm tits, snugly enveloped in her tight top, though her supple, tanned legs were fighting for my attention as well. Tall and slender, she was absolutely gorgeous.

“Sorry, Kelsey’s brother,” she said with a grin as she shook her head. “I can’t let you kill her. I hate having to train a new flyer.”

“A new what?” I asked, puzzled.

“A flyer. That’s what we call the girls we throw in the air and catch again on their way down. Or at least we do if we like them enough.”

“Seeing as how Kelsey is still in one piece, I guess you must like her, huh?”

“Like I said, it sucks to have to train a new one,” Stacey said with a little smirk.

“Hey! You know you like me!” Kelsey protested loudly, driving her fingers into Stacey’s sides.

The tall blonde squeaked and jumped nearly a foot in the air in surprise; then, she whirled around with surprising speed, lunging for my sister who wasn’t fast enough to dodge her grasp. I laughed as Kelsey tried valiantly to squirm loose, but Stacey held on to my sister’s arm fairly easily since Kelsey gave up nearly five inches to the tall beauty.

I laughed at the two girls as they struggled for a bit. “I guess she doesn’t like you that much, huh, Kel?”

Kelsey stuck her tongue out at me, but I could tell from the sparkle in her eyes that she was thoroughly enjoying herself.

“So what do you think we should do with her?” I asked Stacey.

“You’re her brother, it’s up to you,” the tall cheerleader replied with a small shrug.

“We could spank her?” I joked.

The girls gave each other a knowing glance, then they burst into giggles. “I think she’d enjoy that way too much,” Stacey said after a few seconds, with a mysterious little smile on her face.

I gave the beautiful blonde an inquisitive look, but before I could ask her what she meant, Mom called that we really needed to get going. “Looks like the fun’s over, Kel, let’s go. It was nice meeting you, Stacey.”

Stacey let go of my sister though her hand lingered on Kelsey’s arm for a few seconds. “It was nice meeting you too, Kelsey’s brother,” she said with a playful grin.

“Sorry,” I chuckled. “It’s Damon.”

“I hope to see you again sometime, Damon,” she said with a pretty smile before turning around and walking off down the hall.

Kelsey quickly ran to the locker room to get her bag, then she and I walked to the exit where Mom was waiting impatiently for us. As soon as she saw us, she motioned that she was going to get the car.

“You need to be careful of her,” my sister said seriously.

“Who, Mom?” I asked with a small smile, playing dumb.

“No, doofus!” Kelsey grinned. “Stacey!”

I laughed at Kelsey calling me ‘doofus.’ She’d been doing that since we were both little kids. “Why do I need to be careful of Stacey?” I asked.

“Because she is a bad girl. Good boys like you shouldn’t hang out with girls like her.”

“Good boy? Since when have I been a good boy?” I asked, deliberately sounding resentful.

Kelsey wasn’t buying any of my shit. “Since your whole life, mister Eagle Scout!” she snorted.

“Hey, that was a while ago!” I complained. “I’ve gotten a lot more bad since then!”

“Whatever! You spent three hours clearing the branches out of old lady Weaver’s yard last week!”

“So? What does that have to do with anything?”

She gave me a cute little grin as she elbowed me in my side. “So you’re a goody two-shoes!”

I smirked as I pinched her side, causing her to squirm and squeal with laughter. “Bite me! You better not tell anybody about this, you little brat!”

“Oh? Will I be in trouble if I do?” she teased.

“You better believe it!”

“Mmmm, I love being in trouble,” she purred seductively; her eyes lit up to a deep, almost azure blue as she gave me a sultry look.

I stared at her in amazement for a few seconds, with my mouth wide open.

She kept it up for another long moment, then burst into giggles. “You should see the look on your face!”

“Shit, I should have known you were just playing me,” I grinned wryly.

She gave me a gorgeous little smile. “You make it so easy!”

I laughed loudly, as I knew full well she was right. “Yeah, go ahead, make fun of your poor brother.”

She wrapped her slender arms around me and squeezed herself against me. “You know I only do it because I love you, right?”

“Yeah, I know. I love you too. Brat!” I grinned.

We both smiled at each other as we waited for Mom to pull up to the front with her car.

“Is Stacey really that bad?” I asked after a couple of moments.

“No, she isn’t, not at all. She’s actually a terribly sweet girl, and I love her to death. But she does tend to bounce from boy to boy, and I’d really hate to see you with another broken heart,” Kelsey said softly, her eyes full of pain as she looked up at me. She knew how much Kim had hurt me by cheating on me and dumping me.

I silently wrapped my arms around her shoulders and softly kissed the top of her head. She really was a sweetheart. I was blessed to have her as my sister.

Mom pulled up to the curb, and Kelsey and I quickly walked out to the car. My sister shivered in the cool fall breeze, so I pulled her close against me; her cheerleader outfit wasn’t exactly made to withstand such weather. On a whim, I decided to get into the middle row with her, and she gave me a grateful smile as she cuddled up close against me.

“Are you cold, honey?” Mom asked, a little concerned.

“Yeah, but it’s okay. I’ve got my big, warm brother to snuggle up against,” Kelsey said with a huge smile.

Mom smiled at me in the rearview mirror as she drove off, at the same time turning up the heat in her minivan.

We sat quietly for a while, and I aimlessly gazed out the window, just enjoying having Kelsey so close by. After a few moments, I remembered something. “Hey Kel, what was up with those huge smiles and grins?”

“What huge smiles and grins?” Kelsey asked.

“While you were cheering. You sure looked very happy about something.”

My sister blushed for a second, then she gave a small shrug. “No particular reason. I just love to cheer.”

“It wouldn’t have anything to do with the fact I was there, would it?” I teased.

“Oh please! Full of yourself, much?” Kelsey scoffed, rolling her eyes in that perfect way of hers.

Mom laughed as she threw me a big smile, and I couldn’t help but laugh myself, even as Kelsey cuddled back up against me. She started singing softly a few minutes later, and I smiled at her. Kelsey always loved to sing, and she had a beautiful voice. As we drove home, I made up my mind to see Kelsey’s squad perform again; I was going to find out why she’d been so happy.

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As soon as we got home, Kelsey quickly ran upstairs to go shower. She suffered from a particular foot affliction that basically prohibited her from using any public showers anywhere. If she did, she’d run the risk of getting some very nasty-looking fungus on her feet, that required several days of treatment with a certain foul-smelling ointment. She didn’t enjoy not being able to shower with the other girls, but she enjoyed being a ‘green-footed freak’ even less, so she’d grudgingly wait to shower until she got home.

Kelsey’s bathroom was situated between her bedroom and mine, but I had been banned from using it when she turned twelve; partially because of her foot affliction, but mostly because she refused to share a bathroom with a boy.

At the time, our older sister Melissa was still living at home, and she unequivocally declared that her bathroom was off-limits to ‘that smelly little turd’ as well. So, for a while, my parents had allowed me to use their master bathroom. It had suited me just fine since they had a very nice jacuzzi, and I got to use it whenever they weren’t home.

Unfortunately, Melissa had run away and gone to live in L.A. about five years ago, which had put a stop to my sweet arrangement almost immediately. With Melissa’s old bathroom now free, my parents had mercilessly banned me from theirs.

I had briefly considered taking Melissa’s old bedroom as well, but decided against it because it was a bit smaller than my current one. I had to admit I’d also been worried about Melissa coming back and beating the crap out of me for taking her bedroom. Of course, as the years went by after she’d run away, it became less and less likely that would ever happen, and I realized sadly that I’d have gladly endured a hundred beatings at her hands if she’d have only come back. We never really talked much about her anymore in the house, but I still missed her. I knew Kelsey did as well.

It was after 8 p.m. already, and Mom plopped down on the couch in front of the TV, putting her feet up with a loud groan and saying she’d order pizza. Dad had another evening shift at the precinct, and she was clearly not in the mood to cook for just the three of us.

I briefly considered staying downstairs and watching TV with her, but as soon as she turned on her Tivo’d forensic shows, I fled upstairs. Anything was better than to endure hours of boredom watching people getting all excited over minor little details in an effort to solve a crime that had happened before I was even born.

I turned on my computer and logged into my Facebook page, checking to see if I’d had any messages left on my wall. With the sound of Kelsey’s shower running in the background, I kept myself busy for a while, leaving messages to a bunch of my friends.

It was after about ten minutes of ‘socializing’ that I began to notice some soft thumping sounds coming from the bathroom. Puzzled, I got up and walked over to the door, putting my ear against it. After a few seconds, I could make out soft moans over the noise of the shower, in addition to those thumps I had heard earlier.

I debated what to do. I could ask my sister if everything was okay and probably not get much of an answer beyond ‘mind your own business!’ Alternatively, I could open the door and take a peek for myself, thereby risking her eternal wrath. Eventually, my curiosity won out over my desire for continued good health, so I quietly opened the door a few inches and peeked through the crack.

My heart nearly stopped as I saw my sister under her shower. Several years ago, Dad had taken a weekend and completely redone Kelsey’s bathroom; one of the things he had installed for her was a six-by-four-feet glass-paneled cubicle, to her utter delight. The one detail that had kind of gotten messed up in that project, however, was that the glass walls were completely see-through rather than obscured. As such, I could see every glorious inch of my sister’s naked body, who was leaning with her right shoulder against the glass panel closest to me.

I knew Kelsey was beautiful, of course; I had no trouble seeing that, even as her brother. She had a pleasant tendency to walk around the house in skimpy outfits, presumably on account of her being a cheerleader, and so I’d caught tantalizing glimpses of her beauty on many occasions. Even when she was just dressed in jeans and a tank top, she was gorgeous.

Now I was seeing her full-on naked, probably for the first time since we’d been ten years old or so. Having turned eighteen a little over a month ago, my sister had turned into an absolutely unbelievable goddess.

There was not an ounce of fat on her trim, slender form, and she had just perfect breasts, with firm nipples standing proudly erect. Water was cascading down her luscious breasts in a mesmerizing way; I felt my mouth turn to cotton as I gawked at the most amazing waterfall I had ever witnessed in my life.

My eyes swept downwards, following the smooth lines of her hips to her ass. I had seen many an impossibly perfect ass on the Internet, and my sister put all of them to shame. The only way to describe her ass was as a heavenly curve: perfectly round and magnificently firm. I imagined every girl in the world would die to have a bubble butt like Kelsey’s.

I briefly flicked my gaze down, admiring her perfectly toned, slender legs. Then my eyes went back up, to that which had been clamoring for my attention from the very second I first saw her: her pussy. I could only barely make it out from my current angle, but what wasn’t so hard to make out was the fact that she had two of her fingers stuffed inside it.

Kelsey leaned her head against the glass panel to her right, spreading her legs wide. Her left hand was rubbing eagerly over the top of her slit, while she was jamming two fingers from her right hand deep inside. Over and over she thrust her fingers into her little cunt, sliding them in and out at a rapid pace. Her breathing was heavy; judging by the erratic movements of her sexy tummy, I guessed she was pretty close to cumming.

My cock had risen to full hardness in my pants as I continued to stare in complete awe at my little sister wildly fingerfucking herself. Every now and then she’d diddle her clit with her fingertips, causing her to bang her head softly against the glass panel in obvious pleasure, thus explaining the thumping sounds I’d heard earlier. Almost immediately after, she’d pull her little gash open and push her fingers deep inside again.

Loud moans burst from her lips as she increased the force of her thrusts into her pussy, clearly demonstrating just how horny she was. Her legs were shaking as she hungrily fingered herself to an orgasm. She raised her right hand to her breast and squeezed her nipple, shuddering at the feelings it sent through her.

My mouth practically watered as I gawked at her tits, seeing her nipples get even harder while she played with them. They stood out perfectly from her breasts, and I imagined what it would be like to take those nubs into my mouth and suck on them. The thought caused me to groan deeply in my throat, and my cock jumped in my pants as if to urge me to go do exactly that.

I let that fantasy flutter through my mind for several seconds before I quickly snapped myself back to reality. What the fuck was I doing? I was thinking about sucking on my own sister’s tits! I shook my head in an effort to clear the images out of my mind, even though a small voice in the back of my mind said that I couldn’t be blamed for having those thoughts. After all, it wasn’t every day that I got to watch such an incredibly hot, sexy girl get herself off right in front of me. A massive urge to jerk off welled up inside of me, and I had to clench my teeth to resist it.

“Uhm!” Kelsey moaned, drawing my attention back to her. She was plunging her fingers rapidly in and out of her cunt, and her entire body was shivering. Her tummy spasmed almost uncontrollably, yet she kept frantically fingerfucking herself, clenching her jaw as she got herself off.

“Oh God!” she moaned, yanking her fingers out of her slit. To my utter astonishment, a thin stream of juice erupted from her pussy, the spray mixing with the water still streaming from her breasts. I blinked my eyes rapidly and began to wonder if my mind was playing tricks on me when Kelsey clenched her legs together, her body spasming wildly again; there was absolutely no doubting the gush of crystal-clear pussy juice that squirted out of her cunt that time.

“Fuck ... fuck ... fuck ... fuck ... fuck!” Kelsey began chanting, shoving one finger completely back inside her pussy even as she stumbled backwards and hit the glass panel behind her with a loud bang. I thought for sure that I could actually hear the squishy, sopping noises of her slit over the noise of the shower. She was apparently not content with a single orgasm as she kept aggressively fingering herself, and a few seconds later a massive shudder tore through her body. Her legs gave out, causing her to slowly slide down along the glass panel to the floor.

“Fuck yes!” she screamed, loud enough that I was worried Mom might hear, roughly pulling her finger out of her spasming slit as she came again. An absolute wave of juice squirted out of her pussy, splattering all over and around her as she lay twitching on the bathroom floor, moaning and grunting in her obviously delicious orgasm. She gently put her fingers back against her slit and rubbed her pussy lips; shivers of pleasure shot through her every time she touched her apparently ultra-sensitive clit. I felt shivers tear through my spine myself merely from watching her shudder in delight.

She slowly began to calm down, with her body stretching out across the floor and completely relaxing after her massive cum. Panting heavily, with her mouth wide open, she squeezed her tits before bringing her fingers from her pussy to her mouth, sucking them clean with relish and moaning loudly at the taste of her own girl juice.

I stood absolutely stupefied, having just witnessed the most amazing thing ever in my entire life. I was no stranger to sex-Kim and I had had some pretty awesome adventures in bed, at least as far as I was concerned-but I had never seen anything as incredibly hot as the show that had been put on by my little sister.

I let my hungry gaze rove over her fantastic body for a few more seconds, then quietly pulled the door shut. Her orgasmic bliss probably wouldn’t be nearly as satisfying if she realized her brother was standing there, lusting after her.

I wasn’t surprised that Kelsey was masturbating since pretty much everyone our age was doing that. Hell, I’d been jerking it at least once a day for quite a few years. But somehow I had imagined my sister as the kind of girl who shyly put her hand in her panties while lying in bed, gently rubbed herself for a few minutes, climaxed quietly, then somewhat embarrassedly went to sleep.

This unbelievably sexy vixen who had put on the hottest masturbation porn I’d ever seen was a far cry from the kind of sweet, innocent girl I’d imagined my sister to be. While it was a bit of a shock, I had to admit that it’d been incredible to watch. I could feel my cock actually oozing precum from how excited I’d gotten while watching Kelsey finger herself. I sighed deeply, partially in anger because of the fact that I was perving on my little sister, and partially because I was hoping I’d get to see her do it again. I had to clench my teeth to keep from jerking myself off as I sat back down behind my computer. I tried to focus on my Facebook wall, but instead just kept seeing that stream of cum erupt from my sister’s pussy.

Mom called that the pizza had arrived about ten minutes later. I turned off my computer and walked to the stairs where I almost bumped into Kelsey, who was dressed in navy boy shorts and a red tank top. Rather than put up her shoulder-length, chestnut-brunette hair in her ubiquitous ponytail, she’d let it hang to just beyond her shoulder blades, presumably so that it would dry faster after her shower. She gave me a grin as we both jostled and fought to be the first down the stairs, with nothing about her giving any evidence of the fact that she had just wantonly fingered herself to two delicious orgasms.

I finally let her go first, having to bite my lip to keep from groaning as I watched her curves bounce while she ran down the stairs. God, she had an amazing ass.

I smiled at her as we entered the kitchen together. “You look great, Kel,” I said earnestly.

“Awww, thank you!” she beamed at me. Her face displayed one of her wonderful smiles as her eyes turned a beautiful dark blue. She gave me a big hug and a smooch on my cheek, then we sat down next to each other at the kitchen table, opposite Mom.

Each of us hungrily attacked a few slices of supreme pizza. While we ate, I couldn’t help but glance over at my sister every few bites, as the nakedness I vividly remembered kept overlaying the sweet image in front of me.

Eventually, she saw me looking at her, and she audibly swallowed her bite of pizza. “What?”

“Nothing,” I mumbled with my mouth full.

“Is something burned onto my forehead? Is there a spider in my hair or something?” she asked tartly.

“No, no, it’s nothing, really,” I stammered.

She looked at me for a few more seconds, then gave me a sly wink; I felt my heart begin to thud loudly in my chest, and I knew I was blushing badly. Kelsey just grinned and grabbed another slice of pizza, taking a large bite, which caused Mom to hold her own slice in mid-bite as she stared at my sister in complete disbelief.

“Not you too?” Kelsey complained with her mouth full as she caught Mom’s stare. “Why are you both eyeballing me?”

“I’m sorry, honey,” Mom said quickly, her tone soothing. “I’ve just never seen you eat a third slice of pizza before.”

Kelsey blushed lightly as she looked at the half-eaten slice in her hand, then shrugged. “I’m just hungry.”

“You’re not pregnant, are you?” I asked with a cheeky grin. I felt bad as soon as the thought

came into my head, but I couldn’t help myself.

Kelsey dropped her slice of pizza and turned to me with a snarl, her eyes flashing dangerously. I grinned even more as she began to pound my arms and shoulders with her small fists. In an effort to escape her barrage, I slid off my chair, then collapsed onto the floor with laughter as she quickly mounted my chest, placing her legs on either side of me while still hammering me with her fists.

I pretended to beg Mom to get this ferocious Amazon off me, but she just sighed and kept eating her pizza, having long ago learned not to get involved in her children’s spats.

I grabbed my sister’s arms and rolled her around, both of us laughing and squealing as we grappled in our fake wrestling match. I was a lot taller and quite a bit stronger than her, but I deliberately let her have the upper hand. Kelsey quickly rolled us back around and crawled back on top of me. I nearly bit my tongue in surprise as I suddenly felt her pussy rub against my cock; before I even had time to consider it, however, the moment passed, and I figured it had just happened because of our messing around.

Kelsey finally let up, and I slowly got up as she stood over me with a triumphant look on her brightly smiling face. Her smile-and the twinkles of pure joy in her eyes-let me know that she hadn’t taken my joke seriously and that we’d just been fooling around as usual.

“Creep!” she said with a hint of indignation as she turned to leave the kitchen. Her shoulder deliberately bumped into my chest as she moved past me, then she reached over the table to grab the remaining half of her slice.

“Brat!” I replied, smacking her tightly enveloped ass hard as she leaned forward. She yelped in surprise and turned her head, looking at me with surprise. I felt myself blush again as I wondered why the hell I had done that. Before I could say anything, however, she just grinned prettily, grabbed her slice, and walked off towards the living room.

Glad Kelsey hadn’t made a scene, I let out a long breath and sat back down as I helped myself to another slice of pizza. As usual, Mom had ordered a second pizza for me alone, and I ate happily while she quietly sipped her coffee.

“I don’t do that to her anymore,” Mom said softly after a few moments. “She seems to enjoy it way too much.”

“Do what?” I asked, not getting it.

“Spank her little butt.”

I nearly choked on a piece of pizza as I stared at Mom in utter disbelief, not knowing what to say. I remembered Stacey saying almost the exact same thing with regards to my sister liking a spanking way too much, but the last thing I had expected was Mom to make a similar comment to that effect! I kept my gaze on her for a while, but she simply drank her coffee, not saying anything else.

I finished the second pizza with room to spare, courtesy of my seven-thousand-calorie diet that I needed to swim at my level, then helped Mom clean the table. I gave her a hug when we were done, thanking her for giving me a ride-and for the food-then went into the living room where Kelsey was watching some HBO.

I smiled at her, taking care not to stare too long at her smooth legs or that wonderful bubble butt as it filled out her shorts. She’d had that pair of boy shorts since middle school, and it got tighter and more alluring every year. It had gotten so tight on her ass that it bordered on the indecent, with the edge not even completely covering all of her curves anymore. As I gawked at her unbelievable body, I suddenly realized I couldn’t see the outlines of any panties in her shorts, and my breath stuck in my chest.

“Whatcha looking at?” Kelsey asked, looking up at me sweetly.

“N-nothing,” I stammered, quickly sitting down before I popped a massive hard-on. My mind kept trying to remind me that my gorgeous little sister was sitting beside me without underwear, and I kept frantically trying to get it to stop. In an effort to be helpful, it then added images of Kelsey fingerfucking herself in the shower, her smoking-hot body shivering while she squirted her cum everywhere. My cock was a fucking steel shaft in my pants, so I crossed my legs in an effort to hide it from her.

Kelsey gave me a little grin and scooted a bit closer, snuggling up against me. I was afraid I’d been busted, but she just put her head on my chest and continued watching TV, giving no indication that she was aware of my boner or that she was the cause of it. I wrapped my arm around her and pulled her against me, feeling myself get a bit woozy at the smell of her freshly washed hair.

For the next few hours, I desperately tried to get the image of her playing with herself out of my mind and failed absolutely miserably.

When it was time for us to go to bed, we walked upstairs together. Kelsey paused right in front of my bedroom door and gave me a soft kiss, her lips lingering on my cheek for what seemed to be a long time. She gave me a beautiful smile as she went to her own bedroom, then she turned around and winked at me right before she went inside. “Sweet dreams,” she said teasingly.

I swallowed audibly as I entered my own bedroom, with my knees practically buckling. I quickly stripped down to my boxers, then decided to take them off too, finally giving my cock some relief. It had been hard almost constantly for those past few hours, and it was hurting like crazy.

I lay awake for a long time before I finally gave in and jerked off, spraying an absolute torrent of cum into an old t-shirt I kept under my bed just for such occasions. Right before I fell asleep, I berated myself for thinking of Kelsey’s squirting little cunt when I came.

Chapter 2

The week rolled on, as weeks usually do. I’d sneakily listened at the door to my sister’s bathroom every night, hoping to hear her going at it again, but either she was being a lot more quiet, or-much to my disappointment-she just wasn’t playing with herself in the shower anymore.

I wondered what it had been that had gotten her so excited that day. I’d quickly made the connection between her exuberance during her cheer competition and her unbelievably hot masturbating session in the shower at home. From that, I had made a fairly tenuous leap of logic that her wild fingerfucking session had caused her to be hungry enough to eat a third slice of pizza; a feat normally unheard of for my gorgeous sister, who watched her weight and figure like a hawk. I had based that conclusion on my own experience; if I jerked myself off particularly vigorously, I was always starving afterwards. It didn’t seem too far-fetched to imagine the same thing held true for my sister.

Since I was still curious to find out why Kelsey had been so happy during her competition, I decided to go see her cheer again so I could investigate further. Fortunately, I didn’t have to wait long as that Friday night our football team had a home game against a huge rival, and the cheerleaders would, of course, be present at the game.

I smiled at the size of the crowd as I arrived at our school’s excuse for a stadium, the stands on both sides of the field filling up rapidly with people. Most of them were from our school, parents and fellow students, though the visiting team had brought a sizable contingent of supporters along as well.

As I surveyed the stands, I debated where to sit. At most games that I attended, I’d sit near our team bench, along with some of my buddies. Several of my friends were on the football team, but one of them was Jeff, and he’d been ignoring me all week.

I was still mad at him for ditching me at the mall, even though I knew that if he hadn’t done so, I most likely never would have gotten to see my sister cheer, then fingerfuck herself senseless later. The images of her shower masturbating session had been a recurring part of my dreams every night since. A small voice in the back of my mind wondered why Jeff had been avoiding me just as hard as I’d been avoiding him, but I quickly told it to shut up. If Jeff wanted to be an asshole, I wasn’t going to waste any time worrying about it. He’d been acting weird to me for almost a month, and I was no closer to figuring out the reason behind that either.

Jeff’s behavior-as well as the real reason why I was at the game anyways-settled the issue of where to sit, and I quickly moved over to where the cheerleaders were assembled in front of the stands. I smiled at a few female students who were sitting in the front row, and they all quickly scooted in to make some room as soon as they recognized me. I thanked them with a nod, grinning to myself; there were definitely benefits to being one of the school’s most recognizable athletes. Even though the swim team wasn’t anywhere near as popular as our baseball and football teams were, I was still considered one of the school’s athletic heroes-with all the perks that came with it-because of my utter dominance in high school swimming.

As I sat down, I shifted my attention to the cheerleaders and looked around for my sister. I quickly found her standing beside Amanda amidst a group of girls.

Being fairly late in the fall, it’d gotten pretty chilly, and as such, the cheerleaders were all wearing their cold-weather uniforms: navy-colored Nike sweatpants, white sneakers, and a stylish, burnt-orange sweater over which they had put on a black body warmer. As was their custom at every home game, each cheerleader had two small tiger paw prints drawn on her cheekbones, which I had to admit made them all look very, very cute. Of course, every single one of them also held their ubiquitous pom pons.

It took a few minutes for Kelsey to notice me, but as soon as she did, she came running over. “Hey!” she said brightly, giving me a big hug while grinning smugly at the girls who were sitting beside me.

“Hey sis,” I said, being deliberately loud so that the girls beside me could hear. I didn’t want them to think Kelsey was my girlfriend or anything, since the blonde who was sitting right beside me was actually pretty damn hot. I was single again, after all.

“How come you’re not sitting over there with your friends?” my sister asked, pointing over at a spot nearer our team bench.

“No particular reason.” I shrugged.

“Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, don’t worry. Jeff’s been an asshole to me for a few days, so I don’t feel like bumping into him.”

Kelsey’s face scrunched up in a way that I imagined it would if she saw a bug crawling over her plate. “What did that jerk do this time?”

I grinned at her. Kelsey hadn’t liked Jeff for the longest time, even going so far as to pretend to vomit when he had asked her out on a date one time. A request, I remembered, that he had never bothered to clear with me first; I’d been pissed at him about that for weeks. “It’s nothing,” I said. “I figured I’d come sit over here and make sure you stay out of trouble.”

Kelsey giggled charmingly. “Oh, whatever! You’re here because you can’t resist watching your cute little sister, admit it!”

“Damn, you got me!” I laughed, taking care to put a mocking tone in my voice; I didn’t want her to realize that she was actually right. “Are you girls doing a lot of those fancy stunts tonight?”

“Nah, we don’t do that kind of stuff out on the field. It’s way too dangerous. Besides, sweatpants may be comfortable and warm to wear, but they were definitely not made to tumble in.”

“I’ll take your word for it,” I said, shrugging.

“Good. You should do that more often!”

I grinned at her impudent smirk, then quickly pinched her side, causing her to squeal with laughter while she desperately tried to return the favor. As I was fending off her little hands, I noticed Stacey running over towards us.

“Hey, Kelsey’s brother,” the gorgeous blonde said teasingly as she watched Kel and I mock fight.

“Hey, Kelsey’s captain,” I grinned, happily playing along.

Stacey gave me a beautiful smile and a small wink, then turned her attention to Kelsey. “Kel, we’re gonna line up in two.”

“Alright,” my sister said, smiling at her friend. She bent over and gave me a big smooch and a hug, then the two of them quickly jogged back to their spots near the twenty-yard line. My eyes were glued to Stacey’s ass the whole way, though I couldn’t help but frequently glance at my sister’s amazing ass as well. It looked absolutely fantastic in her fashionable sweats, just a perfectly tight curve. A shiver ran through me, and I felt myself get a little warm.

“Do you know the two of them?” one of the girls beside me asked, interrupting my daydream.

I turned towards her with a smile. “Yeah. The brunette’s my sister, Kelsey. The blonde’s her friend, Stacey, but I only know her by name.”

“Your sister is so beautiful,” said one of the other girls, a redhead who couldn’t have even been a sophomore.

“Thanks.” I smiled appreciatively at her. “I’ll tell her you think so.”

The girl blushed a pretty red which matched her hair quite nicely, and I turned my attention back to the field. The referee whistled, and with a great kick-off the game got underway, to thunderous cheers from the crowd.

Though the game was supposed to be a good one, matching up two very good teams who were fierce rivals to boot, I only had eyes for the cheerleaders. They did a great job at keeping the crowd entertained with several cheers, dances, and yells, every now and then shaking their curvy asses in what I assumed was an effort to drive every teenage boy insane with lust. Even though I was mostly looking at my sister, I wasn’t immune to the effect of watching sexy asses being shaken in my face either. I surprised myself by actually groaning as Kelsey shook her butt, and she grinned as she saw me stare at her.

I thought I heard one of the girls beside me sigh with longing as the cheerleaders did their ass-shaking, but I didn’t want to be too blatant and look over at them to see if I was right. Besides, I was far too busy with ogling my sister’s amazing ass myself.

At half-time, the cheerleaders did a few pyramids and simple basket tosses at the center of the field while the school band marched around them, then they led the crowd in the ‘Go Tigers’ chant. Once the second half was about to start, the girls returned to their spots along the side of the field. Unfortunately, Kelsey wound up quite a ways away from me, much to my chagrin.

Right as I began to ponder if I should just be obvious about it and change seats to go sit closer to my sister, Amanda came to stand practically right in front of me.

“Hi Damon!” the gorgeous blonde said with a beautiful, dimpled smile.

“Hi Amanda!” I replied, giving her a big smile in return.

She and I didn’t know each other very well, but she was my sister’s best friend, and she was over at our house often enough that she was more than just another pretty face. We had talked to each other from time to time, but usually she and Kelsey were pretty busy, so the opportunities for me to actually chat with her were pretty limited. We hung out in different crowds in school, of course, so we didn’t exactly mingle either. Still, what little I did know of her was all wonderful. If possible, she was even more of a sweetheart than my sister.

Since Kelsey was too far away for me to be able to study her, I shifted my focus to Amanda, trying to discover if there was any sign of that same exuberance in her. It quickly became clear that she, like my sister, was just not in as happy and peppy a mood as she had been last Tuesday. She was still cheerful and happy, to be sure, but it lacked that extra spark that it’d seemed to have at Westmore.

So much for my whole brilliant theory that Kelsey got so excited because I was there, I thought sourly. I kept throwing up possible scenarios in my mind in an effort to figure it out, but every single one fizzled without much traction.

It wasn’t until a few minutes later that I noticed Amanda was blushing cutely; I suddenly realized that I had been staring at her the whole time. “Sorry!” I mouthed, holding up my hand in apology.

Amanda just gave me an absolutely gorgeous smile, and she inclined her head slightly as if to acknowledge my apology.

“Who is that?” I heard one of the girls beside me whisper to her friends.

“Amanda O’Sullivan. She’s one of the seniors,” one of the other girls whispered back.

“God, she’s beautiful,” the first voice said, quivering with longing. I found it hard to keep a straight face, actually getting quite a bit turned on by the thought that one of the girls beside me might be more interested in other girls than in boys. There was nothing that got me turned on more than watching a couple of hot girls going at it.

Amanda was hot, there was absolutely no doubt in anyone’s mind about that. In fact, she transcended hotness and went straight into the realm of the absolutely ridiculously stunning. Many a guy could-and probably did-happily entertain himself by staring at her for hours on end. Her beautiful blonde hair; her perfect, gorgeously cute face; and her amazing, athletic body that was curvy in all the right places, cemented her place as one of, if not the most beautiful girl in school. I imagined that being stared at was par for the course for her.

The second half of the game was pretty boring, our team blowing out the opposition to such an extent that our coach pulled the starters halfway through the third quarter. As it got late, the temperature started falling rapidly, and with the game having been decided a long time ago, the crowd thinned quite a bit. The girls beside me decided they’d had enough of ogling either the cheerleaders or the football players-my money was on the former-and left too, which left me sitting by myself since all other fans near me had already left as well.

Even though they found themselves with fewer people to cheer for, the cheerleaders tried to rally the crowd with some cheers and dances, though eventually the lackluster responses seemed to take the wind out of them. The girls all huddled up around their coach and sponsor, then broke up into little groups. Most of them wandered off, leading me to assume they had been dismissed for the remainder of the game.

After talking to her friends for a few minutes, Kelsey came running up to me and plopped down right beside me on the bench. She immediately cuddled up against me, and I could feel her slender body shivering.

“Are you cold?” I asked with concern.

“Yeah. We weren’t really active tonight so it’s been kinda hard to stay warm,” she admitted.

I shrugged my arm out of my sleeve and draped the left side of my coat across her shoulders.

“Awww, thank you! You didn’t have to do that!” she said appreciatively.

“Don’t mention it,” I said, wrapping my arm around her at the small of her back. She felt great sitting against me like that.

“The other girls are going to say you’re spoiling me rotten.”

“Did they just figure that out? You’ve been spoiled for years!” I laughed.

“Who, me?” she grinned smugly, then gave me her patented ‘innocent little girl’ look.

I chuckled as I shook my head. “That look stopped working on me like three years ago, Kel.”

“Oh really?” she retorted, rustling my coat a little as she snuggled in its warmth. “I’d say it’s still working pretty well!”

I laughed and squeezed her against me while tickling her side. She squirmed with peals of laughter and returned the favor; both of us squealed as we behaved like little kids.

“What happened to those three freshmen sitting next to you?” Kelsey asked after we’d finally stopped acting like goofballs.

“I guess they got too cold; they left a little bit ago,” I said, shrugging slightly.

“Awww, poor brother! Left alone by the cute girls. Did you at least get some phone numbers?”

“They were like fifteen years old, if that!” I protested, giving her a disbelieving look.

Kelsey grinned at me with a satisfied little smile. “So you prefer your girls a little older, huh?”

I nodded. “Yeah, eighteen or over, please.”

“I’m eighteen!” Kelsey giggled.

“You’re also my sister,” I said wryly. “In case you had forgotten.”

“I’ll never forget that,” Kelsey said happily, even as she rested her head against my chest. “I love being your sister.”

I felt a surge of warmth flush through me, and I bent down to give her a soft kiss on the top of her head. “I love that you’re my sister too, Kel,” I whispered. I swore I could hear her purring.

We sat like that for a little while until my sister waved at a few of her friends who were still standing near the field. Amanda smiled, and I couldn’t help but gawk at how unbelievably ravishing she was as she quickly walked over. If cheerleaders at every school are as hot as Kelsey and Amanda, I thought to myself, it’s no wonder they’re so popular!

“Hey hon,” my sister greeted her friend as soon as she approached us.

“Hi Amanda,” I said warmly.

“Hey guys,” the blonde cheerleader said, another dimpled smile brightening up her face. She was eyeing my coat a little enviously. “It sure got cold, huh?”

“Yeah. You want to sit with us?” Kelsey asked.

Amanda gave me a questioning look. “Is that okay with you, Damon?”

Before I could reply, Kelsey snorted. “Oh please, like he’s going to say no to a knockout like you sitting with him! Come on, his coat is nice and warm.”

Amanda bit her lower lip as she blushed fiercely, but she still looked at me with questioning eyes.

“Yeah, of course, Amanda,” I said quickly as I felt my sister elbow me in the ribs.

“Thank you!” Amanda said gratefully as she took a step towards the spot next to my sister.

Kelsey shook her head and nodded towards the bench to my right. Amanda froze for a second, then quickly sat down beside me. Before my sister could even suggest it, I was already getting my arm out of my right sleeve, then tried to drape my coat around the beautiful blonde’s shoulders.

“Hey!” Kelsey squeaked as the coat was pulled away from her.

“Sorry, but that coat’s only big enough to cover one of you at a time!” I smirked at her.

“Oh great! And of course you pick the gorgeous blonde over your own sister!”

“Stop it!” Amanda complained with a smile, her cheeks turning red again.

Kelsey gave her friend an innocent look that wouldn’t have fooled anybody. “Stop what?”

“You’re embarrassing me!” Amanda giggled.

“Well, what do you want me to do? Lie? It’s not my fault you’re so ridiculously hot,” Kelsey grinned cheekily.

“Kelsey!” Amanda whined plaintively.

“What do you think, Damon?” Kelsey hammered on, mercilessly.

“I, eh ... think I, eh...” I said, quite eloquently.

“Judging by the way you were ogling her a little while ago, I assume you completely agree!” my sister said, flashing me a teasing grin.

Amanda and I glanced at each other simultaneously, staring into each other’s eyes. As if on cue, we both began to blush, and Amanda shyly diverted her gaze. I tried to say something to ease her mind but completely choked on the words. I wondered what the hell was happening to me; I was far from the smoothest guy around the ladies, as was evident by the fact that, at age eighteen, I’d had exactly one girlfriend, but I’d never frozen up like that before either. I took a deep breath in an effort to gather my wits about me.

“I’m sorry for staring at you like that, Amanda. I wasn’t trying to embarrass you or anything, but I guess I just couldn’t help it,” I said after a few moments of summoning up every ounce of courage I possessed.

“It’s okay,” Amanda said with a sweet smile.

“Why couldn’t you help stare at her?” Kelsey prodded me, and I flashed her an irritated look. All she did in reply was smile impishly.

I turned my gaze back towards Amanda to see her staring at me expectantly, with her bottom lip caught between her teeth. When she saw that I wasn’t about to answer Kelsey’s question, she whispered, “You don’t have to tell if you don’t want to, but I’d kind of like to know?”

I swallowed the massive lump that had formed in my throat and looked deep into her alluring eyes, which seemed to shimmer between green and blue if you watched them long enough. Amanda blinked several times as her smile grew bigger; her thick eyelashes completely mesmerized me.

Kelsey elbowed me in my side again, and I finally blurted out, “Because you’re so beautiful.”

Amanda’s smile was like the flash of an atomic bomb, and it warmed every single neuron in my mind. She put her hand on my arm and whispered, “Thank you.”

As I was trying to come up with something to say, Amanda glanced past me, and I saw her eyes flicker even as a small grin appeared on her face. I quickly turned towards Kelsey to see what the two of them were grinning at, but my sister just gave me a curious look.

“What?” she asked, her voice dripping honey.

“Eh, nothing, I-” I said when my phone rang in my pocket. I got up, shrugging out of my coat while muttering something about poor timing, though secretly I was relieved to get a break from being embarrassed.

As soon as I vacated my spot, Kelsey scooted over, pulling my coat snugly across her shoulders and cuddling up close with her best friend. I smiled at her, and she gave me a satisfied little grin. Bringing the phone up, I glanced at the screen and saw that it was Mom calling.

“Hey Mom,” I said, putting the phone against my ear as I walked a few steps away from the girls.

“Hi honey. I’m sorry, but I won’t be able to come get you two until around ten, or maybe even a little later. We have an emergency surgery on a little kitty, and it’s taking a lot longer than we thought it would.”

“No problem, we’ll just be here on the field,” I said reassuringly. “Give me a call when you get here.”

“I will. You make sure to watch your sister, okay?”

“Don’t I always?” I grinned.

“Yes you do, and you’re sweet. Thank you, honey. I’ll see you in a while.”

“Alright Mom. Drive safe,” I said, then she disconnected the call.

I got an idea before closing my phone so I kept talking, pretending to still be on the phone with Mom. I paced here and there, trying to keep my fake conversation going logically while slowly making my way back over towards Amanda and my sister.

I shivered slightly as it was getting downright cold. Glancing back at the girls, I saw they were cuddling close together, almost buried up to their noses in the big, warm coat. My big, warm coat, I corrected myself, wishing I was sitting right there between them. I took another two steps towards them while feigning discussion of my swim training I’d had yesterday. When I was less than a foot away, I strained to hear what the girls were saying.

“He likes you,” Kelsey said, so quietly that I’d never have been able to hear if I actually had someone on the phone.

“How do you know?” Amanda asked, just as quietly, though I could detect the hint of curiosity in her voice.

“I don’t know, I just do. I’ve always known when he really likes a girl, all the way back to Rebecca Micnitz in eighth grade.”

“Who’s Rebecca Micnitz?” Amanda giggled. “Competition?”

Kelsey snorted softly. “No way. She moved away several years ago with her parents. Besides, she was a little geek with braces and big librarian glasses; she’d never compare to you.”

“Will you stop that already?” Amanda pouted. “You know you’re just as beautiful as I am, if not more so!”

“Whatever, Miss Teen USA!” Kelsey giggled. “Besides, you’re the one that has to impress him, not me.”

“Yeah, and how do you help? You go and embarrass me right in front of him!”

“I didn’t embarrass you; you loved it.”

“I did not!”

“You were smiling that cute little smile of yours at him the whole time! You love compliments, and you know it.”

“Oh, I am so going to get you for this!” Amanda whispered fiercely.

“Yeah? Promise?” Kelsey grinned sultrily, a devious little smile on her face.

Amanda nodded, trying to pull off an angry scowl but bursting into giggles halfway through.

“Mmmm, I can’t wait,” my sister purred, then I heard something that very much sounded like a kiss.

“Yeah, okay Mom, we’ll see you in a little while,” I said, closing my phone and turning around quickly, hoping to see any evidence of kissing. Both girls just looked up at me with big smiles.

“Everything okay?” Kelsey asked sweetly.

I hid my disappointment at missing the potential kiss and nodded. “Yeah, Mom’s just going to be a little later than usual. She’s doing emergency surgery on a little kitty.”

“Awww, poor kitty!” Amanda said, her face turning sad. “Will it be okay?”

“I don’t know, I didn’t ask. Their vet’s great though, so I’d guess so,” I shrugged, shivering again.

“You’re cold,” my sister said. “Come sit down with us.”

I quickly sat back down, though beside my sister rather than in between the two of them since I didn’t want to be too obvious about it. I glanced over at the field and saw the game was in the final four minutes, with both coaches having put on the scrubs. The refs were letting the game go, no longer calling any needless penalties. With the score being 45-13 in our favor, the outcome was no longer in doubt anyways.

A chill wind blew over the field, and I shivered badly, feeling goose bumps appear all over my skin. The temperature seemed to be dropping a lot further than the weather guys had predicted, and as I glanced around, I noticed that most of the crowd had already fled the sudden onslaught of freezing temperatures, leaving just a few brave stragglers behind.

“Damon, take your coat back, you’re shivering like crazy,” Kelsey said, shrugging herself out of the warm coat and trying to hand it back to me.

“No, I’ll be fine, you keep it,” I said, shaking my head.

“Don’t be stupid. You’re practically freezing!” Kelsey protested.

“I’m wearing warmer clothes than either of you two are. You need it more than I do,” I insisted.

“Damon, it’s your coat, you really should take it back if you’re cold,” Amanda chimed in, looking at me a little worriedly.

“I’ll be fine, Amanda, really.”

Kelsey looked at me with a frown on her face, then suddenly her eyes lit up as she apparently had an epiphany. She grabbed Amanda’s hand and pulled her friend to her feet, then, before I could say anything, she pushed the beautiful blonde right down in my lap!

Amanda and I both looked at her, stunned, but Kelsey just grinned in satisfaction as she draped the coat around my shoulders, making sure that it covered her friend too. Then, she sat down beside me and snuggled herself into the coat, crawling up as tightly against me as she could while wrapping both her arms around my torso. “There, now all of us are warm,” Kelsey said with a pretty smile.

“Er, yeah,” I said, trying desperately not to make my voice squeak. “Are you okay with this, Amanda?”

She looked at me over her shoulder. “I guess. Are you?”

“Oh, don’t be silly. He’s got the most gorgeous girl in school sitting in his lap; of course he’s okay!” Kelsey said teasingly.

“Don’t start with that again,” Amanda chided, raising her finger in warning as she scowled at my sister.

Kelsey stuck her tongue out at the beautiful blonde as she snuggled happily against us. I wrapped my right arm around her shoulders while leaving my left one dangling a bit uselessly, constantly trying to keep it underneath my coat somehow.

“Damon?” Amanda asked, after I’d bumped her a few times.

“Yeah?” I replied.

“You can put your arm in my lap if you want. I don’t mind,” she said softly.

“Are you sure?”

“Uh-huh.”

I fought hard to suppress a grin as I wrapped my left arm around her waist and put it in her lap, marveling at how firm and yet slender her legs were.

“Is it okay if I scoot back a bit?” Amanda asked sweetly.

“Eh, sure,” I said quickly, not wanting to say no to this gorgeous girl in my lap.

From the corner of my eye, I saw Kelsey grin at me as Amanda wriggled around in my lap a bit, slowly moving her unbelievable ass backwards until she finally had her back against my chest. I had to grit my teeth because she had come to rest with her ass right over my cock, and it took every single ounce of willpower I had to keep it from growing hard. Trying to resist the feel of her ass was pure torture.

Amanda’s ass was absolutely amazing, firm yet supple; just the kind of ass guys dreamed about every night. I wrapped my coat around her, and the three of us snuggled closely, our shared body warmth easily counteracting the freezing winds.

“Comfy?” Kelsey asked her friend, a teasing tone in her voice.

“Mmmm, yeah!” Amanda giggled, and I swore she wiggled her ass a little in my lap. I closed my eyes and spent the next thirty minutes thinking of taxes, my great-grandma, baseball, and homework.

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Mom finally came and picked us up right around ten-thirty, apologizing profusely for making us wait so long. We told her it was fine, since there was nothing she could have done about it anyways, even as we gratefully piled into the warm car. None of us wanted a kitty to die just so we could get home ten or fifteen minutes earlier.

“Mrs. Richards, how did the kitty do?” Amanda asked, her voice very small, as she and my sister sat down in the middle row of seats.

“Fine, actually,” Mom said. “It had started bleeding internally, but we managed to stop it. The vet thinks she’ll make a full recovery.”

“Oh, yay!” Amanda said, sounding both happy and relieved.

“Do you like kittens, dear?” Mom asked as she drove out of the school parking lot.

“I love all animals, but I really love kitties, yeah,” Amanda said brightly.

“Meow!” my sister said, after which she immediately started purring excessively, rubbing her cheek against Amanda’s shoulder.

“You’re so funny!” Amanda laughed happily, kissing Kelsey’s forehead. “I love you too, though, little kitty.”

Mom smiled as she watched the two girls in her rearview mirror. “Do you want me to take you home, Amanda?”

“Can she stay with me tonight, Mom?” Kelsey interjected before her friend could answer.

“Well, of course. Would you like to, Amanda?”

“I’d love to. Thank you, Mrs. Richards!” Amanda said gratefully.

“You’re welcome, dear.”

I turned halfway in my seat and smiled at the two girls, getting two beautiful smiles in return. I noticed just how incredibly close together they were sitting-about as close as they could be without actually sitting in each other’s laps.

Thinking of laps made me remember the feel of Amanda’s ass in mine, and I groaned as I returned my gaze to the front.

“You alright, honey?” Mom asked, obviously having heard my groan.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” I said, nodding. If getting hard because of the two girls in the back of the car can be considered fine, I added silently.

---

Once we got home, I made some coffee for Mom while Kelsey and Amanda fled upstairs. Kelsey needed to shower, and I guessed Amanda was going to try to find some spare clothes of my sister’s to slip into.

Mom and I chatted for a while, but she soon started yawning and made ready to go to bed, so I gave her a kiss and headed upstairs myself. I was planning on doing some exercising and maybe turning in early for the evening as I had a swim meet early the next morning.

I could hear the shower running by the time I entered my room, and I wondered if my sister would repeat her performance from Tuesday. After all the teasing it had been subjected to before, by virtue of having two cheerleaders cuddling with me, my cock grew hard as a rod at the mere thought of my younger sister eagerly plunging her fingers into her dripping little pussy.

I shook my head rapidly, irritated at myself for having those thoughts. She’s your own sister, you sick fuck! I hissed at myself. Besides, Kelsey wouldn’t risk doing that with Amanda in her room, would she?

Thinking about Amanda got my thoughts running in another direction. It seemed pretty likely that she’d want to shower too, as she hadn’t had a chance to at school. That would mean she’d use my sister’s shower, which possibly meant that the gorgeous blonde might be butt naked just ten feet away from me.

That idea really set my cock off, and I grimaced as it tried to rip straight through my pants. Before I fully knew what I was doing, I had already walked over to the bathroom door and put my hand on the doorknob.

I hesitated as a feeling of dread surged through me. There were a million things that could go wrong with this plan: Kelsey could end up hating my guts for being such a creep; Amanda would likely never want to get within a hundred yards of me again; and Mom would probably have Dad beat the crap out of me once she figured out her son was a peeping pervert. Logic, sanity, and good health dictated that I let go of that doorknob and just go to bed, I thought to myself.

Of course, my cock had other ideas, and any time he was so raging hard he had the majority vote in the decision-making process. With my heart thundering in my chest, I ever so slowly turned the knob, easing the bathroom door open a quarter-inch at a time.

I was attuned to every little squeak or groan coming from that door, so that I could flee like I’d stolen something at the slightest bit of noise. Fortune smiled on me, however, as it opened completely silently. After creating a crack of a few inches, I peeked through ... to be greeted by the sight of Amanda, completely naked, in my sister’s glass-walled shower cubicle. Yes! my mind shouted happily. Then, as my eyes roamed further, they fell upon my sister, similarly naked.

I stood there, stunned, as I stared at the scene in front of me. Both girls were in the shower together, completely, utterly nude. It wasn’t a case of them wearing bikinis, or of one of them being in the shower while the other was waiting outside for her turn. No, they were taking a shower together, totally naked, and apparently had no inhibitions with regards to that fact whatsoever.

My sister was busy washing Amanda’s hair, and as I stood there gawking at them, she told her blonde friend to lean back so she could rinse it out. Amanda slowly curved her head backwards and in doing so exposed herself to me fully. I let out an audible gasp as I observed the most beautiful girl I had ever seen, completely naked in front of me.

For all how much I thought Amanda was already unbelievably gorgeous with clothes on, that utterly paled in comparison to seeing her naked. She was absolute perfection. Her entire form was one smoothly flowing set of delicate curves. Gloriously long legs; a sexy, curvy set of hips; a flat, toned stomach; and absolutely perfectly perky breasts with nipples that stood firmly at attention. My gaze slid down to see her pussy, and even seen from a distance through the shower glass and the steam it looked magnificent as I got a tantalizing peek of her pale, pink flesh between her lips. As far as I could make out, she had a tiny landing strip of hair right above it, very similar to Kelsey’s. Also like my sister, Amanda’s carpet most definitely matched her drapes. I felt my mouth water at the mere sight of it.

I stood frozen, unable to move as I drank in her impossible perfection. I imagined God creating her and then saying to himself, “Not bad, Bob. Not bad at all!” Then he’d probably taken pictures of her and put them on his bedroom wall!

My sister gently rinsed Amanda’s hair until she finally told her friend to get back up. Amanda sighed as she stretched her body under the hot water, sending fresh shock waves of awe at her incomparable hotness through me.

Kelsey grabbed one of her bottles of body wash, liberally sprinkling the perfumed gel onto a soft sponge. She dabbed it underneath the hot water for a second, then began tenderly rubbing it all over Amanda’s body.

Amanda moaned softly at the feeling, taking a step backwards and pressing her back against the glass panel, while Kelsey continued with her actions. Kel had a happy smile on her face as she soaped up her lovely friend. Once Amanda was completely covered in suds, Kelsey dropped the sponge and simply started using her hands, causing Amanda to sigh quite audibly as Kelsey’s fingers explored her flawless skin, caressing her breasts and tweaking her nipples.

Amanda put her arms around my sister’s neck and pulled her close, their bodies rubbing together wonderfully. I gasped as I watched their tits slip and slide, the suds apparently providing plenty of lubrication. Kelsey’s breasts were a little bigger and fuller than Amanda’s, but Amanda definitely had a well-shaped pair of her own. Both their nipples were hard as pine cones as they eagerly ground their bodies against each other.

Slowly their mouths came closer together, and their lips locked. I felt precum soak my boxers as I watched Kelsey’s tongue flash in Amanda’s mouth, both girls moaning into their kiss. Amanda’s hands were gently playing with Kelsey’s hair, while Kelsey had both her hands on Amanda’s ass, squeezing it firmly.

“Don’t think that this lets you off the hook,” Amanda said hotly when they stopped for some air after several minutes of exploring each other’s mouths.

“Nuh-uh,” my sister moaned, locking her lips on Amanda’s neck and starting to suck on it. The blonde shivered from the feeling as Kelsey eagerly slurped her smooth flesh, my sister’s tongue sensually licking her friend’s neck. After a minute or so, Kelsey’s mouth finally released with a loud pop; a large, red hickey was visible on Amanda’s neck, causing my sister to giggle mischievously.

“What?” Amanda asked, touching the spot in question with her fingertips. “You didn’t leave a mark, did you?”

“Yup, I did,” Kelsey said, not sounding very remorseful.

“You brat! How am I going to explain that to my mom tomorrow?!”

“Tell her my brother did it,” Kelsey grinned wickedly. “You’d love it if he gave you one anyways!”

“You little...!” Amanda hissed, roughly grabbing hold of Kelsey’s arm and turning her around. Kelsey was giggling wildly and gave Amanda a challenging stare, then the gorgeous blonde’s hand smacked down hard on my sister’s curvy ass. The slap sounded startlingly loud in the confined space of the shower.

“Mmmm, yeah!” my sister moaned, her voice trembling with lust.

Amanda slapped her hand down again on my sister’s ass, causing Kelsey to mewl loudly. “This is what you get for being such a little brat!” Amanda panted. She tried to sound upset, but the clearly audible excitement in her voice ruined the effect to a large degree.

“Oh, Amanda! More!” Kelsey whined.

Again and again, Amanda’s open hand slapped down onto my sister’s magnificent butt, and I could see Kelsey’s ass turning a soft shade of pink. My cock was simply leaking precum into my boxers, and I was breathing heavily at the sight of my sister being spanked. The mere fact of her being spanked was already hotter than fuck, but the realization that it was turning her on turned my brain to absolute mush.

“This is what you want, isn’t it?” Amanda grinned, her hand continuously slapping my sister’s bottom.

“Yes!” Kelsey moaned, drawing the word out. “I’m such a bad girl, Amanda. Please spank me!”

Amanda happily complied with my sister’s wishes, swatting her hand down several more times before finally slowing down and gently rubbing her open palm over my sister’s bright red ass.

“Are you close?” Amanda asked, her voice husky.

“Yes,” my sister hissed, her voice barely audible over the shower. She was shivering under Amanda’s touch, the blonde slowly trailing her fingers across my sister’s back.

“Do you want to cum?”

“Yes!”

“Should I let you cum, though? You were being a teasing little brat tonight, embarrassing me in front of your brother like that. Maybe I should just leave you like this, hmm?” Amanda breathed, obviously enjoying their little game.

“Oh please, no! Please, Amanda, please let me cum!” Kelsey begged, her face betraying her desperate need to get off.

Amanda grinned at my sister, then softly kissed her cheek. Without saying anything else, she slowly bent down, sinking to her knees right in front of Kelsey.

My sister was staring at her friend with hunger in her eyes, and as Amanda’s face slowly approached her pussy, she took her bottom lip between her teeth and moaned with desire.

Time seemed to slow down as I watched Amanda open her mouth and reach out with her tongue, ever so lightly brushing it across my sister’s slit. Kelsey shivered with delight, then groaned as Amanda’s tongue pushed inside her cunt.

“Damn!” I groaned at the sight of my sister having her pussy eaten, completely forgetting where I was.

As loud as Kelsey’s shower was, it wasn’t loud enough to drown that out, and both girls’ faces immediately flashed towards the door, their eyes staring single-mindedly through the narrow crack.

I stood absolutely frozen behind the door, not daring to move or even breathe. I had not yet turned the lights on in my bedroom, and I prayed that the resulting darkness was enough to conceal me. The Mexican standoff lasted for several long moments, with the girls staring at me while I didn’t move a single muscle. Fortunately, my swim training involved being able to stand absolutely still while waiting for the start signal, so I relaxed and waited, even as I tried desperately to come up with any kind of excuse to explain my behavior.

After what felt like an hour but was probably only thirty seconds or so, Amanda smiled in my direction, then moved her face back to my sister’s pussy. She dove straight in, and Kelsey’s groan reverberated through my skull as I saw her shiver with excitement at the touch of Amanda’s tongue.

Kelsey, however, kept staring through the crack in the door, even as she locked her hand in Amanda’s long, golden blonde hair and started grinding her pussy against her friend’s face. After just a few seconds, she began to moan loudly, grasping Amanda’s skull tightly and shuddering against her.

“Oh fuck!” my sister grunted, finally closing her eyes and diverting her attention away from the door as she came all over Amanda’s face. A massive stream of my sister’s cum sprayed onto the gorgeous blonde, and I heard a loud groan of delight from Amanda as I took my chance and quickly dodged away from the door. I exhaled loudly, closing my eyes in disbelief at what I’d just seen.

As Kelsey’s mewls of pleasure trickled through the door, I decided not to stick around. I figured she’d come barging in almost as soon as her apparently wonderful orgasm ended, so I quickly opened my bedroom door and went out into the hallway, walking across the narrow corridor to the room that had once belonged to Melissa and was now little more than a junk storage closet. I went inside and pulled the door almost shut, again peeping through the crack.

As I had suspected, it was only a few moments later when the bathroom door to my room opened and Kelsey stepped through, the light from the bathroom outlining her gorgeous body perfectly. She had covered herself with a small towel, and her full breasts made it stand out magnificently. The sight of her barely covered curves, with water still dripping down her body, sent shivers of horniness through me. She was easily hot enough to pose for FHM or Maxim. Or even Playboy.

You sick bastard! I berated myself again. She’s your sister! Get a goddamn grip!

“Damon?” Kelsey asked, her voice neither angry nor curious. It was almost as if she knew I’d been peeping on them and had expected to find me there. I agonized between replying and keeping quiet, eventually deciding on the latter.

Kelsey repeated her call, a bit more forcefully, but as I remained quiet, she finally sighed and went back into the bathroom. “No, he’s not here. He probably...” I heard her say, but the rest of her sentence was cut off as the door clicked shut.

I rested my head against the door, my heart thundering rapidly inside my chest. I wasn’t sure what the girls would have done had they caught me, but I figured that the ‘both of them invite the guy for a steaming threesome in the shower’ scenario only happened in porn. Knowing my luck, I would have gotten the ‘both girls tell the guy’s dad, and the dad kicks the guy’s ass so hard he won’t be able to sit for a fucking month’ scenario.

Still, I was thrilled at what I’d seen. I grinned as I realized that I had been thinking about two hot girls going at it when I had looked at Amanda earlier; I had never expected that I’d actually get to see that, or that the girl she’d be going at it with would be my own sister!

I tried to wrap my mind around the revelation that my sister was a lesbian. Knowing this made the fact that she had never bothered to date a guy make more sense, but other than that, I still couldn’t figure out what would have made her turn to girls for her sexual gratification. It was obvious that she was, since both she and Amanda had seemed to know exactly what they were doing, even to my relatively inexperienced eye. I wondered how long they had been fucking each other, groaning as I thought of Amanda’s tongue touching Kelsey’s pussy.

“Jesus Christ, get a hold of yourself!” I snarled angrily at myself. All these thoughts of my sister having sex were driving me insane, and she was my own sister, after all! I was such a disgusting pervert.

I waited for a few more minutes, then quietly exited Melissa’s old room, sneaking downstairs. Mom had already gone to bed, and Dad was presumably working another late shift at the precinct. I stumbled through the darkness into the kitchen, grabbing myself a big glass of orange juice from the fridge, as well as a few apples, since my stomach was growling loudly at me. We weren’t prohibited from eating anything heavy the night before a contest, but I figured just a few apples would be enough to tide me over until morning.

I loudly made my way up the stairs, hopefully fooling the girls into thinking I was just coming up. I entered my bedroom and turned the light on. The bathroom door was closed, of course, and there was no way in hell I was going to risk peeping through that door again. At least, not for a while.

I took off my clothes and lay down on my bed; I munched quietly on my apples while washing them down with some orange juice. My cock was still raging, and images of the two divine girls were everywhere in my mind. The two of them making out with each other, Amanda spanking my sister, Kelsey’s groans as Amanda’s tongue licked her slit ... everything.

I sighed in anger as I tried to clear my head; I wanted nothing more than to jerk off like crazy, but our coach always strictly forbade any orgasms seventy-two hours before a race; the old fucking bastard. I tossed and turned for what seemed like forever, with my cock refusing to settle down. It took a long time before I finally fell asleep, and when I did, it seemed like my alarm went off just a few seconds later.

Chapter 3

After turning off my alarm with an annoyed grunt, I got up and drowsily trundled over to my bathroom. Taking a cold shower woke me up immediately, and after getting dressed and grabbing my stuff, I went downstairs to get some breakfast. I nearly yelped with surprise as I walked into the kitchen to find Amanda standing in front of the open refrigerator, wearing nothing but one of my sister’s sleeping shirts, which covered very little of her magnificent butt. She was very evidently not wearing any panties. Her golden blonde hair was hanging down her back, almost teasingly swishing across her butt as she bent slightly forward to search the fridge.

“It’s just not fair!” I thought to myself. “The two of them are determined to get me horny everywhere I go!” I sighed and cleared my throat, averting my gaze to the ceiling as I did so.

Amanda squeaked as she whirled around. “Oh Damon, you scared me!”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to. I figured if I didn’t say anything, you’d be startled once you suddenly saw me standing here,” I said softly.

“Yeah, that’s probably true ... why are you staring at the ceiling?”

“Um, you’re not exactly dressed for company.”

“Oh crap!” she exclaimed. “I must have, eh, I think my underwear, I...” She sighed as she realized the futility of trying to come up with any kind of plausible reason for why she wasn’t wearing any panties. “I’m not very good at coming up with lame excuses, am I?”

I smiled at her, though like a gentleman, I still kept my eyes averted.

“I slept in the nude,” she continued softly. “I was hungry for a snack, and I didn’t figure anyone would be up at this early hour, so I just didn’t bother getting all the way dressed. I’m sorry.”

“No harm done here,” I said, my mind imagining her lying naked in my sister’s bed, even if just sleeping. I had to fight hard not to groan, since after what I’d seen them do in the shower together, the odds of them just sleeping were fairly small. I felt a shiver run across my spine at the thought of Amanda fucking Kelsey in her bed.

“Why are you up so early?” she asked, apparently quite eager to change the subject.

“I’ve got a swim meet at ten.”

“Oh really? Can we come watch?” she asked, sounding intrigued. I heard her slide a chair out from underneath the table.

“Uh, sure, I guess. I’m not sure it’ll be all that exciting; it’s just a high school meet. Normally I’d just skip it, but it’s good preparation for the State-semis next week.”

“Hey, you came to watch us. Only fair we come watch you, right?”

I smiled, still keeping my eyes glued to the ceiling. “I hope Kelsey agrees with you on that.”

“She will,” Amanda said confidently.

“If you say so.”

“Damon?”

“Yeah?”

“You can stop staring at the ceiling, you know.”

I lowered my gaze and saw she had taken a seat at the table, her partial nakedness mostly hidden. She gave me a sweet smile, and I felt my stomach churn a little. God, she really was amazingly beautiful.

“Didn’t you come down for a snack?” I asked, noticing that she didn’t have anything on the table.

“Well, I was hoping you guys would have some fruit, but it’s in those boxes, and I wasn’t sure if I could take that.”

“Yeah, it’s fine,” I said, walking over to the fridge. “They’re my fruit salads, but I’ll be happy to share one with you.”

I reached into the fridge, grabbing two of the fruit salads along with a few cold chicken breasts wrapped in foil. I put one of the boxes of fruit in front of Amanda, returning her grateful smile, then sat down across from her and opened the foil. I eagerly tore into one of the chicken breasts, watching the slender blonde take a few grapes and a piece of melon. As I chewed my chicken, I stuffed pieces of fruit into my mouth at a regular pace.

“That sure seems like a lot of food this early in the morning,” Amanda remarked. “Not that there’s anything wrong with that!” she added hastily.

“Goes with being a swimmer,” I said, my mouth full of chicken. “Got to eat a lot to keep my energy level up.”

“How much is a lot?” she asked curiously.

“Seven thousand calories. A day.”

“Are you serious?” she exclaimed. “A day? I don’t think I eat that in a week!”

I gave her a knowing smile. “That’s why I can swim faster than you can.”

She giggled as she took another piece of melon before closing the box. She looked at the fridge as if trying to judge whether she could walk over there without exposing herself to me.

“Don’t worry about it, I’ll eat that,” I said, nodding at the box.

She smiled and slid it across the table to where I could reach it. “All that food must be pretty expensive, huh?”

“Yeah, I think my parents would have preferred it if I’d taken up cheerleading too, but I’d look terrible in a skirt,” I grinned, causing Amanda to laugh delightedly.

We chatted a while about typical, everyday things as I methodically devoured the chicken and the fruit, until Amanda started yawning. “I’m glad I can go back to bed and get some more sleep,” she admitted.

“Yeah, rub it in, why don’t you?” I said wryly.

She giggled. “You and Kelsey are so much alike.”

I nodded. “We do both tend to be a little dry.”

“Kelsey’s not dry,” Amanda said with a mischievous wink.

Before I could say anything, my phone vibrated from a text message. Glancing at it, I grabbed my bag of stuff and jammed the last few pieces of fruit in my mouth. “Sorry, but I gotta go. My ride’s here.”