I was stationed overseas for most of my four-year enlistment in the Air Force and wasn't able to get back to the States to visit my mother and sister. When my enlistment ended, I declined Uncle Sam's invitation to reenlist and headed for home. My eighteen-year-old sister Judy was waiting for me at the airport. I walked right past her. I didn't recognize my own sister! When I had boarded the bus bound for basic training, Judy had been a gangling tomboy with braces, stringy hair and a bad complexion. The Judy who picked me up at the airport was a drop-dead gorgeous babe. As we walked through the waiting room, every head turned toward her. It was a thrill to be in the company of such a beauty.
On the drive home, I couldn't take my eyes off of my beautiful sister. She looked and smelled so good. She filled me in on all of the latest gossip, but I was so intent on looking at her that I hardly heard a word. "Mom still doesn't have a man," she said. "She is so beautiful that she could take her pick. At least she could find somebody to provide stud service. My God, she buys vibrator batteries by the case." I was shocked that my sister would say such a thing, but the revelation that my mother was an active masturbator caused my cock to lurch in my pants.
I should have known that Judy would turn out to be a beauty. She was a younger version of my beautiful mother Rose. Mom made a good living as a movie extra. I thought that she had the makings of a star, but she was content to stay in the background. I hardly knew my father. He ran off with another woman when I was very young.
Judy and I hit it off. We had been typical adolescent siblings, constantly bickering about the most trivial things, but now we were two entirely different people. "I just can't get over you," she said. "When you left you were skin and bones and pimples. Look at you now. You could be a movie star." The flattery made me blush. "Well, what about you, Miss America? I'm not kidding. You should go for it."
I could hardly believe it when Judy told me she didn't have a boyfriend. She could have had any man she wanted. "All the boys I dated were so dull," she said. "I want a man who will take risks, live dangerously." She and I began going out on dates. It was innocent in the beginning. We would go to a burger joint and then to a movie or to a bar to drink and dance. We never told anyone that we were brother and sister. Everyone assumed that we were girlfriend and boyfriend, and we let them think it.
As I got to know Judy better, I began to realize that she had more than her share of loose screws. For example, one night we went out on the town and drank more than usual. On the drive home, she asked me to stop so she could pee beside the road. As she got out of the car, she said, "It's okay if you watch." She pulled off her panties and threw them at me, then she hitched up her skirt, squatted, and smiled at me as she peed. I saw her cunt for the first time with a stream of pee shooting out of it. By the time she got back in the car, my cock was as hard as a hammer handle.
Mom insisted that I live at home until I found a job. She wasn't around much because she worked long hours, but Judy was always around and she flirted incessantly. One afternoon we were sitting by the pool basking in the sun. Judy was wearing a skimpy thong bikini that had about as much cloth in it as a handkerchief.
"Did you ever go to a whorehouse when you were in the Air Force?" she asked.
I was shocked that she would ask such a thing, but then I realized that she had given me a golden opportunity to make a move on her. "Yes, sure, I've been to whorehouses."
"How does that work?"
"The madam brings the girls in and lines them up for you to look over. They are usually dressed in sexy clothes, but sometimes they are naked. If they have clothes on, you can have them undress so you can see their bodies. The madam tells you how much they cost and you take your pick. Then you go to a room and fuck. The usual number is what they call half and half."
"Oh, yes, I know what that is. Half sucking and half fucking."
When she said fucking I nearly creamed in my tight trunks. My cock was straining at the fabric. Her pretty lips turned up at the corners as she stared at my bulge.
"That is so cool. I wish that I were a man so I could go to a whorehouse and buy a woman, use her for my pleasure, and then walk away. Men are so lucky. But it might be just as much fun to be a whore and make men pay for my pussy. If I were a whore would you buy me?"
There was so much sexual tension in the air that you could have cut it with a knife. "Of course I would. You are a very beautiful woman. But you are a nice girl. You could never be a whore."
