Thanks to grumpyg for editing my story.
'She came in through the bathroom window,
Protected by a silver spoon.'
No, not really. That's just from a Beatles song. But my sister Jen did come home last week!
She is two years older than me, and had been away for her first year at college. Now she was home for the summer and we were all glad to see her. Even I missed my big sis some - not a whole lot, but some.
She'd always been a pain in the ass since as far back as I could remember. We were both pretty bright kids and we'd had a long running feud going on for years by then. We'd go well out of our way to embarrass each other. Sometimes our folks had to step in before someone got hurt, but neither of us really meant to hurt the other. It was just our way of handling boredom I guess.
So, anyway. My name is Carl. I'm just your average Joe, five foot six, one hundred and forty five pounds wet; nothing special at all about me. Well, except having Jen as my older sister. Turned out she was not like most sisters at all. As I'm about to tell you, she didn't mind sharing with her little brother. Sharing what? you ask. Read on and you'll see.
Jen was a real looker. Always had been, always will be. Two inches taller than me with a figure even her little bro couldn't ignore. Hair color changed a lot, seemingly weekly, but that observation is coming from a guy, so take it as you will. She had a tight little ass on her and her 'wiggle walk', which was what I called it when she was trying to be sexy, gave me an instant boner every time. Never told her that, of course.
I never got to see her tits when we were in our teens. She made sure of that. But the view I had of them through the tops she wore in the summer led me to believe they were nice ones! She'd developed pretty early and I was not only two years behind her. I was also a late bloomer I'd guess you'd say. So by the time I got my first erection and started to look at girls differently she was already pretty hot. And she knew it.
And there was the rub. She knew it. She'd tease me endlessly, and wouldn't stop until I had a hard on. Never so far as to actually show me some skin, but she was real good at stopping just short of it! Most of the time it would end the same. I'd tell her to blow me, and she'd reply 'eat me'. None of which ever happened. And then I'd find a private spot to jack off.
So when she came back home I was expecting more of the same. But she seemed different somehow; not as much of a tease. Guess she was getting it between classes or something and she didn't need to tease her little bro anymore.
It was on the fourth day after she'd come back that she surprised me by asking me one question. One simple question, but it about blew my mind. We were sitting out back on the patio; it was mid afternoon and it was going to be a hot one. It had to be in the upper eighties already, heading for the mid nineties. Our parents were inside doing whatever boring things parents did on their days off.
"Carl?"
"Yeah?"
"Will you go with me to a party tonight?"
Now right then I knew something was up. That was not something she'd ever asked me before.
"Why?" I asked her.
She took a deep breath, then let it out. Then she looked right at me as she explained.
"Because I want to go, but they won't let singles in. You have to come as a couple. And I don't have anyone else to go with me."
"Where's the party at?"
"The kids from school have one big party every year in the summer. A big blow out is what they call it. Anything goes. Drinking and games. You know, beer pong and stuff like that. And I want to see what it's like."
Sounded interesting to me. I knew the party she was talking about, everyone did. They had it at a lake house, maybe a half hour drive from our house. But I never imagined I'd be able to go to it. It was all the cool kids and college students. I didn't qualify on either count.
"So spill it," I told her. "Why not someone from college?"
Time for another deep breath for her.
"Because I don't have any real guy friends from there. All I do is study and sleep. I hardly even know anyone. That's one reason I want to go! Show them I can be fun too, not just the girl that sticks her head in a book and never comes out."
Okay. That made sense. To me, anyway. She was having some trouble making new friends there.
"Sure, I'll go with you. But I don't think I'll be drinking much."
"I know you won't!" she said, slapping me on the arm. "You can't hold it. You get drunk on one beer!"
She was exaggerating some. But she was too close to the truth there. I did get drunk pretty easy.
I just shot her a look that I hoped she'd take as a 'I'm not going if you're going to be that way about it' look. I think she got the message, because she dropped it.
"Okay, great!" she told me. "We'll leave about seven, okay?"
I nodded my head, yes. Worked for me. That gave me four hours to get ready. Plenty of time for a shower and to scrounge up some clean clothes to wear. That wasn't as easy as it sounds though. I'm pretty lousy at getting laundry done. Or cleaning my room, for that matter.
*****
We left right on seven. I got to the car first and, since she was going to drive, I climbed into the passenger seat. She came walking out a few minutes later and I had to catch my breath. Jen had a little yellow dress on that came down midway to her knees. Thin straps held it up on her shoulders and from what I could see, which was a lot, they would have their work cut out for them holding up that pair of tits.
OMG!
My big sis had boobs to die for!
She kept them pretty much under wraps around the house, and I'd known they were nice, but not THIS nice! The cleavage I was seeing made to want to shove my dick up between them and titty fuck them until I passed out.
Even having that thought about my own sister didn't stop me from wanting to do it right then and there. She smiled when she saw where I was looking.
