Jacking & Jilling - A Sister's Lust
Chapter 1
The sun was August hot, beating down on the thick, dried earth he was stripping dead weeds from. He stood shirtless, firm and strong, in the backyard, toiling away. Sweat poured down his torso from the top of his head, and the faintest of breezes cooled him from his forehead to his waist. Pausing, he took a long pull from the flask of ice water on the stool beside where he had just laid the clippers down. It was a good, honest tired he felt, but something more besides.
Every movement of his jeans against his waist, and the thick denim over his crotch, reminded him of Betsy, who had loved to pull his pants off him with a covetous, sassy grin the only warning, down his trim buttocks, past his thighs. She had initiated him into sex on his eighteenth birthday, over a year ago, treating him to his first blowjob, then his first lay days later, and he remembered the sensation, his cock now reacting to the ghostly recall of her lips and tongue, teasing the length of his rigid shaft for long minutes, until she stopped teasing and sucked his cock with gusto, letting him spatter cum on her face and tongue. He'd eaten her pussy several times, and he knew he loved it as much as she did.
And now she was gone.
I wish you were here, Betsy. I wish you were naked and riding me, wish I could cum inside you again right now...
It felt so real in his mind, but in reality there was just the rubbing of his jeans on his restive cock as he moved, bent, pulled, stood and tossed...
Billy glanced furtively down his stomach, saw the crotch of his jeans swollen, tented, his thick erection almost battering against his zipper, ready to burst forth. It was uncomfortably tight, and he felt the familiar yearning for Betsy's pussy or mouth around it. He looked around, feeling guilty even for checking, even before he touched himself, almost wanting someone to catch him.
The Taylors were out of town until Monday, their house empty of all energy, cool and silent as the sun bore down. The eight-foot tall fence surrounding the yard meant no passersby could see what he wanted to do. The second-story windows of the house next door were dark and empty, and he knew no-one was home there, either, until later this afternoon. No-one to watch him, catch him doing what he needed right now...
Fuck it.
Panting softly in desire, feeling guilt and anticipation that was almost as tantalizing as the climax he was intent upon, Billy undid his belt, opened his jeans, and pulled them down to his thighs. His hard-on throbbed, thick in his palm as his fingers encircled it, stirring as he started to rub and caress the rigid flesh. He cradled his hard-on, standing and leaning in the half-weeded yard, and planted his left hand against the trunk of the tree for balance, feeling his right hand take over and move of its own accord. He moaned at the first shiver of pleasure up and down his body. It felt good.
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She was home early, more than two hours. The diner where she worked her summer job had been hit by a power outage, not unusual this time of year. The house was already getting hot and stuffy, as the outage had hit here, too. Hungry, she went to the cupboard and grabbed a small handful of crackers and a couple of tablespoons of peanut butter on a plate. No point in opening the refrigerator, much less the freezer, while everything was dark and letting the cold leak out into the warming room.
Her afternoon snack finished quickly, chased by some still cool tap water, Sally headed upstairs to change out of her hostess' uniform. A cool shower would revive her, and she could wait downstairs in the living room after, staying as cool as possible. She wished there were going to be hot water; she was also horny as hell, and the cool water streaming through the pipes wasn't likely to be enough to get herself off. Maybe afterwards, she could lie naked on her bed, use her dildo, touch herself in time to the memory of the last time Trevor had touched her, licked her, fucked her...
Her bedroom overlooked the backyard, gauzy yellow curtains spread, brilliant summer sunlight streaming in. The room wasn't quite stifling, and she paused a moment, feeling the heat and stillness, wishing she was about to be naked for more fun and intimate reasons. She pulled her uniform off slowly, dragging the coarse linen over her body, gasping at the feel of the fabric sliding over her skin. She brushed her fingertips, as if by accident, over her erect nipples, cooing with pleasure at the sensation, then reached tentatively down to her panties, slipping her middle finger under the waistband to graze against the curly blonde pubes, eager for any touch, even if it was for now only hers.
She slipped her bra and panties off and admired herself, albeit a little critically, in front of the full-length mirror on her closet door. She was twenty-four, to her eyes a little too wide at her hips, with full and perky breasts, a flat tummy and well-rounded buttocks. She was well-tanned, with the telltale patches of pale skin where she wore a two-piece when sunning herself.
Her hazel eyes were, she'd been told, one of her most interesting features, green in some light, blue other times, and men loved the way she genuinely laughed at their jokes, and how her eyes closed halfway when she neared an orgasm. Her golden hair was shoulder-length and full, bouncy as she pulled the bobby pins away, letting it down from its accustomed work bun. Sally's nails, hand and foot, were a bright, inviting scarlet, slightly glittery, called
Ravish Me! Red
if her memory was correct.
Sally knew intellectually 'C' was the average cup size, but she'd felt unimpressive in the showers with the other women in high school, whose tits she was certain were further along in the alphabet than hers. The memory of a late afternoon romp with another boyfriend after hours in the women's showers at the college made her heart skip a beat.
You are such a very randy little girl!
, Trevor had told her more than once with genuine wonder and appreciation. She laughed quietly, feeling her inner heat rise with the remembered compliment, and all that had come afterwards, then reached for her bush, watching her reflection stroking and parting the soft, curly pubes and exposing the pink slit beneath.
A shower can wait
, she decided firmly. She opened her closet and stretched up to grab a vase from the top shelf, extracted her vibrator from within the fake flower arrangement. Sally was sure her mother had never found it, even suspected its existence the past few years, and she felt a sensual thrill at the feel of the slender, soft rod.
Leaving the closet door open to remind herself to put the device away when she was finished violating herself, Sally stepped over to the windowsill. Their house was at a cul-de-sac, nothing behind it but the forested park, and she was certain no-one would see her. She gripped the windowsill with one hand and leaned forward, let the sun warm her body all over. Even through the glass, the rays on her skin felt wonderful. She lifted the dildo and turned it to a medium setting. For the next two hours or so, the house was all hers, and she saw no point in rushing to her solo climax.
Sally glanced out the window, let her eyes lazily scan their yard, then she noticed motion in the corner of her eye, and she looked over to the yard next door. She gasped in surprise at the vision before her. He opened his jeans, then stripped them down to his knees, displaying the magnificent protrusion she'd always known he, like all boys, had but she had never seen, never considered even trying to see.
From his thighs upward, he was as naked as she was. His tanned and fit body was handsome and breathtaking to behold, most of his body bronzed by the same rays she was reveling in. Like her, he apparently always kept his swimsuit on when swimming; his buttocks were a pale cottontail, and she found the view intoxicating, alluring. His hair, like hers, was blonde, though much shorter, almost a crew cut, and she her eyes fixed on him as she saw him take his cock in his right hand and start to masturbate. She watched each shift of his muscles, his firm buttocks, thick, strong arms, as he slowly began to rub his aroused hard-on next to the neighbors' tree.
Her heart skipped a beat, and she was transfixed.
I shouldn't watch.
And yet she couldn't look away, evade the decent view of his wholly indecent and sexy act. Her left middle finger played gently with her clit, and she used her other fingers to claim the moisture leaking between her labia, coating and warming it. A thrill traveled up her spine and across her body as she watched him and massaged herself intimately.
