This is my first attempt at writing, so......here goes.......
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My name is Steve. After spending what seemed like a lifetime in school (probably because so far it was!), high school graduation was now in the rear-view mirror! The thought of more schooling was the furthest thing from my mind. Going to college did represent a sort of freedom, I guess, but that freedom would come from leaving home and going off to a college and being on my own for the first time. I would probably have to do a couple of years in the local community college while living at home, and then transfer, so that freedom was at least two years away. I needed a break. I decided to take a year off, weigh my options and see what I really wanted to do next. It would turn out to be one of the best decisions and 18-year-old would ever make, one with no regrets!
My sister Kate was heading into her senior year of college, but home for the summer. She had done the two years of community college and transferred to State College, which was about 100 miles away. It was not that far, but not to close, and provided my sister with that freedom I mentioned earlier, but she could still come home whenever she wanted if she needed anything.
Things always came easy for Kate. High School, college, or pretty much whatever she did she excelled at. She was one of the more popular girls in school and it was easy to see why. At 23, she was smart, good looking, with long straight brown hair and green eyes, a nicely tanned body with curves in all the right places. She had a bubbly personality and could strike up a conversation with anyone and talk about anything. Guys chased after her, and occasionally she'd let one she liked "catch" her. It never seemed to last or become serious though, for whatever reason.
Our parents Nick and Sue, both 43, were good parents. They were the "cool" parents that all the kids liked. They let us do pretty much what we wanted as long as we were honest with them and acted responsibly. They were the parents that allowed the neighborhood kids to party a little when they were over, as long as they didn't drive anywhere. They taught us a lot about being responsible, in their own strange way, but it all seemed to work.
Our 4-bedroom Mediterranean style house is in a cul-de-sac which sits slightly higher than the surrounding neighborhood houses. If you came up our street, you'd go up a small hill into our cul-de-sac. Our house sits in the center, and to our right is the Smiths, and to our left the Harts. There is a bit of space between the houses and hedges surrounding our backyard as well as our neighbors, which always gave us a degree of privacy. The Smiths and Harts had been our neighbors since we moved in 13 years ago. They had moved in when the community was built about 20 years ago.
The Harts were Markus and Sandra, both 43, and their two children Johnny, 19, and Julie, 22. They were a good solid family, and Johnny and I had hung out together since grade school. His sister Julie was the first girl I had a crush on, but somewhat unobtainable since she was graduating High School as I was entering it. That didn't stop me from pounding my cock thinking about what it would be like to fuck her. Markus and Sandra were easy to talk to and treated everyone nicely. They were a bit reserved at times, but if you got them drinking they loosened up and became more outgoing.
The Smiths were on the other side. They were Ashley, 41 and her sons Lamar, 23, and DeSean, 19. Ashley had gone through a divorce about 5 or 6 years earlier and had gotten the house in settlement, but that was about it. Lamar and DeSean both had jobs and pitched in to help pay the bills. I was glad they could stay because they were good friends. I had fantasized about Ashley a few times while beating my meat. The fact that she was black fascinated me. I'd always wondered what it would be like to sleep with a black woman, and Ashley was as much a milf any mom I'd seen.
Our parents were gone for the weekend with our neighbors' parents and few of their other friends. It was a group camping trip, if you could really call it camping, at Lake Delta. It was a small nearby lake with some cabins scattered around that provided all the comforts of home. They were rented mostly by locals to escape their children for the weekend or longer. They all went once or twice a year, and they always seem to enjoy it and came back relaxed and recharged.
That left the house to my sister Kate and me. I'm sure we would both be inviting friends over to hang out. We hadn't yet spoken about who was doing what when, I figured we would do that later.
I headed out of the house to meet DeSean, Lamar, and Johnny, who were already assembled on the curb out front, for a little basketball. We headed down the hill to pick up Rick, who lived at the intersection at the bottom of our hill. Rick had just turned twenty-one and had lived down the street from us for 10 years or so. They were all good basketball players, athletic and fit, and we made a pretty good team. We usually picked up a some of the guys hanging around the court in my neighborhood and played 5 on 5 for a while. I told my sister I'd be back later, probably a few hours.
It was the beginning of July, but unseasonable hot. It had to be 95 degrees out and humid to boot. The worst kind of heat. The kind you can feel your clothes sticking to you as you sweat, and you literally do nothing to sweat. The heat was just too much to take and there really wasn't anyone at the court to play against, so we called it a day after a 1/2 hour.
I was used to walking the 1/4 mile or so to and from the court, but wished I was sitting in the comfortable air conditioning of my car today. It was an older car, but the one thing that worked well was the A/C. We walked back to the though the neighborhood, I bid the fellas goodbye as they dropped off at their houses and headed into mine. I walked in the front door and headed upstairs to my room. Feeling like I need a good shower, I kicked off my shoes, stripped off my sweaty shirt, shorts, and socks and threw them on to my bed.
Just then, I heard a splash in the pool out back.
My bedroom window is situated on what would be the 50-yard line of the pool, which was set back about 20' or so feet from the back of the house. I reached over to the white plantation shutters that were lowered and closed and turned the rod to rotate the slats so I could see out.
I saw my sister Kate, of course, who had just dived in the deep end of pool to the left. There was a towel, some tanning oil or sunscreen, her phone, a book, and what looked to be some clothes in pile over by one of the chase lounges on the far side of the pool. She'd probably decided to get some sun and relax a bit.
She swam to towards the shallow end of the pool, but something seemed a little strange. I couldn't see a swimming suit on her. Maybe it was an optical illusion caused by the rippling of the water, but I could see nothing but skin under the shimmering, clear pool water. I squinted a bit, but still no indication of a suit. She reached the shallow end slowly and stood up, and my initial assessment was confirmed. She was doing a lap naked.
She probably thought I would be gone longer since I did say a few hours and decided to take a little dip on the pool sans her suit, from the looks of things.
