I was so happy that Saturday had finally arrived. Mom was out of town for a business conference and I was ready to relax and have some fun. It had been a busy week at work and my freshman year of college would begin in just a few weeks, so I wanted to enjoy every last minute of my vacation before classes started again. Deciding against getting dressed right away, I changed into some clean boxers and made my way toward the kitchen for some breakfast.
The house was quiet as I opened the refrigerator and grabbed the carton of milk. After sitting down at the kitchen table and pouring myself a tall glass of skim, I closed my eyes to the morning sunshine and thought about my plans for the day.
"So, how many girls have you slept with?"
I nearly choked on my milk as I opened my eyes and looked across the kitchen, incredulous at the question I just heard.
"I guess you never thought you'd hear that question from your sister, did you?"
After regaining whatever composure I could muster, I saw my older sister, Lynn, standing in the doorway with a grin that would make a Cheshire cat jealous.
Even though my sister was two years older than I was, we had always been close while growing up. Our parents had divorced when I was 8 and ever since Lynn had watched out for me. Like most siblings, we had the occasional conversations about sex but this was the first time she had been so direct with me. Usually it was just small talk as we watched television together and never brought about the kind of embarrassment I was feeling right now.
Lynn didn't have fashion model looks, but she was pretty in her own way. A competitive swimmer, she stood five foot six and had a firm, athletic body. Her curves were in all the right places and her shoulder-length blonde hair swept back in a gentle curl. Were she not my sister, I definitely would have given her a second look if we passed on the sidewalk.
She was wearing a pale blue button-up pajama top that barely covered the white panties she was wearing. I guess she had been a little warm when she woke up as the first few buttons were undone, giving just a hint of her modest cleavage. Her breasts were average-sized, but very full and perky, accented by puffy, quarter-sized nipples that now seemed to contradict my earlier thought that she was a little warm this morning. The morning sunlight was shining brightly through the bay window, creating a soft silhouette that was visible through her top. Growing up around the pool as well, I had seen Lynn in various bathing suits throughout the years, including bikinis. But even though she had a great body, I had never really given thought to just how sexy my sister really was. However, something was definitely different this morning, as her opaque silhouette now had my complete attention.
"Why on earth would you ask me that," I replied, somewhat embarrassed at the topic of conversation she raised.
"Just curious, I guess," Lynn stated matter-of-factly. "I mean, you're going off to college in a few weeks and the female-to-male ratio on campus is . . . well, let's just say it's in your favor."
I had been accepted to the state university a few hours from home, where my sister also attended. I also knew from the few visits I had made, both for my own admission and to visit my sister, that college was going to be a whole new world for me. Even though I wasn't of legal drinking age yet, college parties and co-ed dorms were something I was definitely looking forward to.
"To be honest, sis, I haven't slept with any," I sheepishly admitted.
"Seriously?!?" she shouted. "You're kidding? I mean, you're not a bad looking guy."
During high school, I had been more focused on my education than most of my classmates. Coupled with a part-time job to help pay for college, I really didn't have much time for dating, much less sex. I had gone out with a few girls in high school and fooled around with them a couple of times, but never much more than some heavy petting and such. That said, my sister was right, I wasn't a bad looking guy. Definitely not your typical book nerd, I stood about five foot ten and weighed 180 pounds. I didn't spend much time at the gym, but the time I did spend was reflected in my lean, muscular body. The summer sun had lightened my short, but messy, brown hair just a bit, and I had just switched to contacts that better accented my green eyes. I definitely wasn't afraid to walk around the house shirtless, like I was this morning; and based on the surreptitious glances that floated around the locker room, I was amply sized where it mattered.
When she sat down at the table with me, her pajama top puffed out in such a way that I caught a brief glimpse of her breast. It looked as firm as I had imagined and her soft pink nipple was semi-erect. Shit, I knew I shouldn't be sneaking peeks at my older sister, but like I said earlier, this was not a typical morning. As I shifted in my seat, the strain on my boxers made me realize I was getting aroused from the view of her breast I just received. My mind was telling me that this wasn't right; I knew I needed to cut this conversation off right away. But just as I was about to get up from the table, Lynn grabbed my hand in a way that told me not to go anywhere.
"Where are you going," she asked, releasing my hand once I had reconsidered my exit from the table. "I want to finish talking with you."
I sat back down slowly, bending over to hide my ever-growing erection. Already embarrassed by my physical reaction to her questions, I didn't think I could take her seeing my hard-on too.
"What do you want to talk about," I asked warily.
"Well, I'm sure that once you get to college you are going to have plenty of opportunities to . . . break your streak, shall we say."
"I guess so," I replied.
"So what do you know about pleasing a girl, about having sex?" she asked.
Though now sporting a raging hard-on that filled the front of my boxers, I was still uncomfortable with this conversation. However, I was equally as interested in seeing where it was going.
"I picked up a few ideas from some porno movies and experimented a little with some old girlfriends," I confessed.
"Well," she said, "forget about most of what you have learned from the porno films because for most girls, that's not how it works in real life."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Number one, most girls don't want come blasted all over their faces. Number two, there's more to it than her sucking you off and you fucking her afterward."
I had never heard my sister talk like this before, she was being so frank. But, it was definitely a turn-on as I sat across the table from her. Trying to conceal my excitement, I shifted in my seat again so my hardened cock would have some more room in my boxers.
"Ok, tell me more," I encouraged her.
"Girls, at least for me and most of my friends, like to have some attention paid to us as well."
"What kind of attention?"
"Well, one of the best times I had with a guy started very innocently," she began. "We had been making out in my dorm room and he was doing a number on my neck. Nibbling and kissing on my neck and shoulders. It was giving me chills, not to mention making me completely horny."
I could tell from her tone that the memories were still vivid, as her breathing changed slightly and her face became a little flush with color.
"I wasn't planning on doing anything more with him," she continued, "but the more he focused his attention on me without wanting anything right away the more I began to want him."
I so wanted to reach down and rub my cock right then and there, but I was afraid if I did Lynn would freak out or something. So I just sat there, listening intently and contracting my pubic muscles now and then to make my cock move ever so slightly inside my shorts.
"After making out for a little while longer," Lynn continued, "I unbuttoned my blouse for him, figuring he would get the hint."