Friday
Damn! Damn Ted! Despite my asking - really nicely! - he was doing it again! Jerking off!
The nerve! This time I'd read him the riot act!
I leapt to my feet and clomped across my room, flung open my door and then threw open his. OMG, what a sight! Ted's hand was wrapped around his dick, which seemed huge! The shaft was really red and the head almost purple. And seemed wet!
If only I'd waited another couple seconds, maybe I would have seen it shooting!
As Ted stared at me in horror, and I stared at his penis, I flashed back on how all this had come to pass.
*
Ted and I are twins, had our 18th birthdays just a month ago, and because we're the same age everything should be equal. Right? But it's never worked out that way. My parents - pretty religious and strict - have always had a double standard. It's based on how society thinks guys and girls should act differently, and it totally pisses me off.
Take dating. Ted and I both have steadies, but dad insists that my curfew has to be earlier than Ted's. Even though all of us are over 18 and legally adults. Totally unfair! But there's nothing, not a thing, that I can do about it. Until I go away to college next fall, that is.
Anyway, dating is nice, and John's OK, but he's certainly not Mr. Right. I really like kissing and how I get all tingly when he feels me up. I let him do that a little, feel my tits, my ass and between my legs some, and I really like how excited he gets. How excited I make him, I guess.
John's put my hand on his dick a few times, but I've always pulled it off. Even though I'm interested, well, actually totally interested, in penises. The only downside to making out is that I get so worked up - OK, horny - that I have to take care of it.
So I do. Everyone does. It's only natural.
I assume that Ted and Sara make out, too, as he comes home from his dates really turned on. And deals with it the same way. But here's the problem. I'm usually in bed when Ted masturbates, and he really gets into it, makes noises that I can hear, and his bed squeaks and thumps against our common wall. It makes it hard for me to concentrate - to imagine John's fingers are in my pussy instead of mine - and it's very frustrating.
Mom always says that I'm headstrong, and I am a decisive person. When faced with a problem, I come up with a solution. In this case, I decided that I'd just ask Ted to be quieter. That's not a biggie, is it? I was sure that, once he knew it was obvious to me what he was doing, that he'd be more subtle. Problem solved. But finding the right time to talk to him proved difficult.
At breakfast maybe. "Good morning, Ted. How are you? And btw, when you jerk off, could you make less noise?" You betcha. That would get the job done. Over dinner? At lunch break at school? Write him a nice little note? Send a text?
No. I decided that I had to talk to him when we'd be alone, just the two of us, so I could read his reactions and modify what I said accordingly. But still, no opportunity presented itself.
Until tonight. Friday. Date night. As usual. Except that our parents had left to go to their college reunion. Alumni parade, spring football game, parties, Sunday brunch, a big deal. As it's far away and they were going to stay over till Sunday with fellow alums, Ted and I were on our own. No problem. They'd left us before, we're both seniors and 18. The army thinks were adult enough, so duh.
Anyway, I kept my promise to mom and dad and made John bring me home at the usual time. I had my plan, the one to solve that problem that's getting steadily worse, so I stayed up watching some movie, waiting for my big brother. Even though we're the same age, Ted sometimes calls me his "little sister." Well, he does have 8 inches on my 5' 6," and it's sometimes handy to have a big brother looking out for me, so I don't mind.
When Ted came home, I could tell that it had been an especially heavy night with Sara, as his face was red, he was totally distracted, and... OK, I'll come clean. I checked out his dick and it was really big, pushing against his tight jeans.
As usual. See, Sara gets Ted going, really worked up, but then doesn't do what I know he'd like her to do. You know, a hand job, or something like that. Give him some relief. So Ted comes home, goes right upstairs and takes care of it. Jerks off. Masturbates. Whatever. Tonight when he made a beeline for his room, I went immediately to mine, got undressed except for my panties - I like the sexy feeling of the sheets on my naked body when I sleep - and into bed. All according to my plan.
Once I heard Ted making the usual noises, I summoned up all my courage and went for it. It was perfect that my parents were away, as I didn't need to worry about them catching me when I went to his room.
Yeah, that's what I did. Whenever I see a problem I just do something about it. So I got up, put on my robe, and walked to his door. Just to ask him to be quieter. You know, have a little consideration.
Well, when I got to his door, something was different. It was open, just a crack. I was going to knock anyway, but then I saw inside. The sheet was down and Ted had his dick - God! It was SO much bigger than I'd imagined! - in his hand and was stroking it.
It was amazing to finally see a guy's erect penis! I was so fascinated that I just had to keep watching. Anyone would, right? Though I knew it wasn't cool to be peeking, I couldn't tear my eyes off it and TOTALLY wanted to see it ejaculate!
Then, big oops, I guess while trying to get a better view I must have leaned against the door, and it creaked really loudly when it swung wide open. Ted heard the noise, saw the motion, and the next thing I knew he was staring at me. As I stared at him.
OK, I was really staring at his penis.
"What the fuck, Kim! I can't believe..." Ted's voice cut out when he grabbed the sheet and quickly covered up.
I didn't know what to do or say, so just opted for the truth. Sort of. "Ted, I'm really, really sorry! I didn't mean to spy. I was just coming to ask you something, a favor, and the door was open. I'm sorry..." I lost my train of thought when my eyes were drawn to his penis as it shifted, pushing the sheet higher.
"Dammit, Kimmy! I can't believe this! What the heck were you going to ask me, anyway?"
"It's sort of a long story. Can I come in?"
"Oh shit. Well, I guess..."
I started walking towards him as I said, "You see Ted, I know that you and Sara make out on your dates and that you come home feeling really aroused..."
"How the hell do you know that?"
"Well, it's pretty obvious..." I kept walking.