*This is my first attempt at writing something like this. Please comment and rate and let me know what you think. I haven't had much luck with an editor and I could use one to sort through my midnight writing. If you would like to offer your help then please send a a message to me or a feedback note. Thank You. Shadow*
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"Knock knock! Anyone home?" Lisa called out as she stepped into the house. She was home two days earlier than her family had expected, but the idea of traveling all the way to California for college was just too much. Since Lisa heard no response, despite seeing her mother's car in front, she headed to her bedroom to drop off her suitcase. Nearing the bedroom she began to hear sounds from down the hall. It sounded as though it might be coming from her older sister Camilla's bedroom. Camilla turned 20 just a couple months ago but her minimum wage job wasn't enough to pay the rent, especially after partying and drinking all night with friends 4 nights a week. So Camilla still lived at home with her parents. The door was slightly open already so Lisa pushed the door just a little bit, but before she could call out a greeting she realized her sister wouldn't be answering.
Camilla was on her bed kneeling between the knees of a tall, young, black man lying across the bed. From across the room she could see her sisters' long blonde hair being held up in the man's' fist while Camilla's head moved up and down while also twisting from side to side. Lisa must've made a sound because with a slurp Camilla's mouth released the large black cock encased between her lips giving Lisa a better view of the cock and it was huge! Lisa thought to herself that Camilla must be able to deep throat because she appeared to be moving all the way down without any gagging or jerking. Realizing she was staring she glanced first at the face of the man on the bed to check if he had noticed her ogling his body. Of course he had, Lisa looked to her sister. Her sister had an eyebrow raised high and a smirk on her face.
"You mind?" Camilla asked.
Feeling her face heat up Lisa muttered "Sorry!" before hastily closing the door and hurrying down the hallway to her own bedroom. Trying to avoid thinking about her sister's current activity, Lisa began unpacking the clothes she hadn't worn during her trip. Lisa wasn't as good with guy's and was certainly not as experienced as her sister, but she couldn't help being a bit depressed looking in her panty drawer. Camilla had been wearing something lacy and purple while she knelt between the man's legs with a cock held between her lips. Lisa looked at the drawer full of white cotton panties. Some of the panties were blue, green and pink, but all of them were cotton, and all of them were pastel. Not one tiny scrap of lace. "I bet Camilla hasn't seen Hanes since turning 16!" she muttered to herself.
Glancing down at her lavender colored 36C bra she shook her head. Even with more curves than her older sister, Camilla was still the sexy, alluring one. Lisa was the sweet one. Only 5"5' tall with an hour glass figure most people would assume she had an active social life. But no, just Joe Murphy who dumped her after dating for barely two weeks. Apparently, Bristol Neilson was a better kisser. Lisa frowned at the drawer full of panties and as she slammed the drawer shut she wished that for one day she wasn't the sweet one. Camilla and Lisa were sisters after all. They looked alike. Lisa was shorter, a bit curvier with fuller hair and left her dark natural hair alone. Camilla liked bleach too much Lisa's opinion. So it stood to reason that if Camilla was a knockout, shouldn't Lisa at least be pretty?
Lisa laid sprawled across her bed with her headphones on loud, reading a magazine when her sister Camilla showed up in her doorway. Blushing again, Lisa pulled the headphones off her head and tried to shake the image of a long black cock disappearing into her sisters pink stretched open lips.
"What are you doing home so early?" Camilla asked. "I thought that Jerome and I would have a few hours alone." she smiled wickedly and smoothed a finger along the bottom of her lip as though wiping smudged lipstick away.
Shaking her head, and praying that her face wasn't as red as it felt, she replied "I wasn't into all the parties that everyone wanted to go to. Plus the college was just too far away. I figured I might as well go ahead and catch an earlier flight home."
"How are you going to stop being a good little virgin if you keep running away from all the parties?" Camilla exclaimed.
"Jeez, Cam! I don't wanna do it at some drunken frat party!" Lisa told her.
"You should!" Camilla told her. "If you go the sweet guy route, it is just more awkward trying to get out of his place later. Your legs will be sticky, and the guy will be panting, and you are too sweet to tell him that you didn't get off. At LEAST tell me you know how to get yourself off?"
"Oh my goodness! CAM! Did you seriously just ask me if I touch myself?" Lisa asked mortified.
"If not, you better learn how to do that too! Guys can tell you know." Camilla leaned back on the bed in order to watch the look Lisa's face.
"How can anyone know about that?" Lisa asked. They might tell you are a virgin but how would they know if you were self helping?
"Cause YOU turn red the minute you think about sex. It's a dead giveaway every time." Camilla laughed.
Angry that she had fallen for her sister's prank she swung the pillow at her head. The pillow glanced off her ear as Camilla ran for the door. Lisa threw the pillow at her sisters disappearing form as she ran down the hallway. Always with the teasing. It sucked to be the baby of the family. Lisa briefly considered asking for a ride to the store so she could go shopping for nicer panties. Something other than Hane's or Fruit of the Loom, but she had already heard enough of Camilla's mocking laugher for one day. Instead she decided to put on her bathing suit and take a swim instead.
She was doing laps in the pool when she noticed someone standing to the side of the pool barely in front of the sun. Raising her hand to shield her eyes she tried to identify the strange man in front of her.
"Wow. I really DO need to visit more often. My own little sister can't recognize me!" the man said.
"CHASE?" Lisa swam to the side of the pool so she could see him in the shade of the house. "Oh my gosh. How was Europe?" Chase was clearly older and more mature. The last time she saw him she was 10 and her eldest sibling was packing his things, and leaving home at 18. She wasn't sure why things were so stressed between their parents and him, but he didn't visit much while he was in college in New York. Then he moved to England and hadn't visited at all in the last four years. Chase wasn't lanky and skinny like he was in all of the family photo's hanging in the living room. Now Chase was older and his brown hair had blonde streaks in them. His green eyes were the same ones she remembering sparkling at her when she was a child, but he seemed taller and much more muscular than he had been back then.
"Well, I thought it was about time I head back to the states. Figured I should come for a visit before Mom decides to turn stalker and hunt me down."
Lisa climbed out of the pool and hurried over to embrace her brother.
Chase opened his arms automatically to hug his baby sister but quickly wished he hadn't. It was wrong for him to notice that his baby sister could fill out a swimsuit so well. He certainly shouldn't notice the gentle sway in her hips or the bounce in her breast while she pranced on tiptoes across the hot ground in order to embrace him. A good brother would certainly never notice the pebbled nipples hidden inside the thin material of the bright colored bikini. He ended the embrace quickly and stepped back. Five months without sex must be playing tricks on his mind. Shoving away all sexual thoughts he handed his sister the towel on the table and followed her inside the house to await the arrival of their parents.
Dinner that night was full of laughter as everyone caught up with each other. Chase had phoned home before catching the plane so their parents were already expecting him. With the whole family eager to catch up with Chase the entire conversation was situated around questions like "Where are you moving?" and "What are your plans?" and of course "You plan to stay in the area for awhile this time right?". Since everything was so focused on Chase, Lisa had a moment to space out and think about nothing. Lisa, Camilla, and her mother Kathy all looked very similar. The shades of hair were all different due to the fact that only Lisa didn't find color in a box. The body shapes were slightly different as well, but overall they all looked the same. Their father Keith had never been a small man. He had always been a large, barrel-chested man with a booming laugh and large mustache. Chase on the other hand looked a lot like their uncle Brad. Chase had features that were similar to their father but without the ruddy complexion and mustache. Chase was a few inches taller and his shoulders were wide. Judging by the way the material of his shirt shifted and moved when he sat down the bowl of macaroni he didn't have an ounce of fat on his frame.
