Everyone involved in sex in this story is over eighteen.
Chapter 1 - Teen Heaven
I had always thought I had a pretty normal life with a normal family, but little could I imagine how radically our lives would change very soon. And I might add that it was all for the good.
My life was pretty standard fare up until our later years in high school. I say "our," referring to myself, Robbie, and my twin sister, Rebecca, generally called Becky. We were inseparable, doing everything together, since forever. We considered each other as our own best friend and our relationship was very close and platonic. Well, at least up until our teen hormones kicked into overdrive.
Becky was everything for me and neither of us would go anywhere without the other. She was as good at sports as I was, which was pretty darn good. She was a real tomboy, and I never expected that she would ever be anything else. We did everything together and couldn't imagine it any other way.
We stuck together thru thick and thin and were always asked to take part in any sporting games, as we were good players and everyone liked us. And we loved sports. We were on a lot of teams in high school also and got invited to all sorts of parties, but didn't have much interest in the parties.
Becky always dressed down, wearing more or less baggy clothes that hid her bodily attributes, so I never thought of her in any sexual way, and I didn't know much about sex either, only a few stories I had heard here and there. She was just my best buddy.
She always wore some sort of sports tube top underneath her shirt that flattened her breasts to obscurity, kinda like when Amanda Bynes impersonated her brother in "She's the Man." I never for a second realized that hidden beneath those frumpy duds was a veritable goddess, with a hot body designed in heaven, that could stop any conscious man cold in his tracks and turn him into a slobbering idiot. I was totally oblivious to my bud Becky's sexuality.
I did hear through some guys, who heard from some girls, who were in some of the sports programs with my sister, and thus shared dressing rooms and sometimes showers, that she had a really hot body. But I didn't believe it, thinking they were mistaken or it was just typical guy's talk. After all, I was her best friend and never had thought of her like that nor had any reason to think like that.
She never showed any interest in guys, never showed off her body and I never noticed any female attributes worthy of mention, so how could she be hot? I didn't hardly think of her as a girl, what to speak of as a 'hot girl.' Of course this was all before I really started noticing girls anyway, but there was not much to notice about Becky then and nobody paid any attention to her as far as being a girl was concerned. And she seemed to like it that way.
Now, my other two sisters are another story. They are extremely hot from the get go, with beautifully proportioned bodies and nobody will question this. They dressed enticingly as teen age girls usually do, so as to enhance their already premium assets with the latest hot look.
My older sister, Sharon, had just arrived back home for the summer from her second year at college and is a stunning blond with a drop dead body. She is right out of Playboy, definite model material, a lot like Charlize Theron with way better breasts. Charlize is good, but Sharon is the best. She has the body that all guys dream about with firm pert breasts, a killer tight ass and belly and everything else a guy could want in a hot girl. I melt whenever she is around. She is the one I thought about first, that is, as soon as I started thinking seriously about girls. And this was just about the same time that Sharon showed up back home.
My younger sister Jenny was just entering the category of a class A teen hottie. She was tiny, yes, but had long muscular legs and an also perfect ass, always shown off with a short tight skirt, medium (half an orange) size upraised tits with nipples that stuck out prominently, and dirty blond hair. She was petite and oh so hot.
Before this time, I had never noticed girls at all, but that all changed the summer that this story took place, a real turning point in our lives. I would never be the same again -- thankfully, I might add.
Just before Sharon returned home for the summer, my father, bless him, had a large swimming pool installed. With the advent of this swimming pool in our backyard and a totally private wall around it, it soon became a bikini haven, filled with an endless parade of total hotties, who were eager to tan their succulent bodies and show them off for whomever they could (notably males like me).
With three wonderful sisters, the growing circle of eager female teen friends made our backyard an endless parade of very hot scantily clad teenage girls.
Needless to say, this caused an abrupt and permanent change in my outlook on the opposite gender, and due to their innumerable and endless incredible female attributes and its predictable effect on my libido, I was soon going totally out of my mind. Damn, they were so fucking beautiful and desirable.
All I could think about 24/7 were these very fine asses which were always popping out of the teeny bikini bottoms, the perky tits stretching the tiny bandaid like tops of these bikinis, with their erect nipples standing out like bing cherries and often peeking out by "accident," when they weren't supposed to. And also let us not forget that more often than not all these fine succulent pussies had been shaved as smooth as their fine asses, so that the hair wouldn't show around the teeny crotches of these bikinis.
But even better, their puffy pussy lips were often visible in all their magnificent glory, because of the thinness of the (often wet) thong materials or directly, when the thong worked its way into the folds of their beautiful pussy lips if they moved around at all. Damn and double damn, I was crazy with lust for them.
I was so bewildered by all this eye candy and out of my mind with desire. I was one very horny and bewildered dude. I had to hook up soon, before I really lost my mind. I am normally a really mellow and peaceful guy and very little ever bothers me, but this did, a lot.
Of course Becky was oblivious to how much I was effected by all this. Whenever she went for a dip in the pool, usually after one of our endless sporting or other adventures together, she always wore cutoffs and some baggy top that pretty much hid her body from everyone. She wasn't even considered or thought of as being in the sex game at all. It just never crossed my mind.
My relationship with Becky continued as it always had been, except that I was now perpetually horny. I soon learned how to jack myself off. So, several times a day, whenever I spent more than a moment staring at the amazing bodies in our backyard, I had to sprint to the bathroom to get my rocks off.
