Sexy And Shapely Whore Jeanine 03

Sexy, & Shapely Whore, Jeanine, #03

Sister flashes brother her panties and her naked breasts before dirty dancing together.

Sexy & Shapely Whore, Jeanine, rewritten and continued from #02:

We were momentarily startled to hear the toilet flush in the hall outside of my bedroom. Then, we heard the bathroom door open but, with the bathroom light off, we quickly dismissed it since we didn't see anyone in the hall. Then, surprised to see my bedroom door wide open, Bill had not closed my bedroom door. With my mother having an ensuite bathroom in her bedroom, I figured it was my sister, Jeanine. She's home from college for the summer.

Suddenly, with my lust for my sister, Jeanine, distracting me from having gay sex with my brother, Bill, I wondered if she noticed that I was in bed with him. I felt ashamed that I was having sex with my brother when I'd much rather have sex with my sister. Unable to hide my lust for her, I wondered if she saw my erect prick. Curious for her reaction, I'd love for her to have seen my naked, erect prick.

When she exited the bathroom directly across from my room, I wondered if she saw me stroking Bill and sucking him. How could she not? I wondered if she saw him stroking me and sucking me. Again, how could she not?

In the way that I'd love to watch my sister having sex with our mother, how hot would that be if my sister was in the hall watching us having gay sex? How hot would that be if she touched herself and fingered herself while watching us? Only, my sister wasn't like that. Just because she had or was still having lesbian sex with our mother doesn't make her a whore who'd lust over me.

Instead of stopping having sex, we continued what we were doing. Hoping that she was still in the hall outside of my bedroom while watching, I listened for her. What did it matter if she knew that I was having gay sex with my brother? She had lesbian sex with our mother. Our whole family was perversely perverted in one way or another.

If she was still in the hall watching us, I wished she'd enter my room and sit on my bed while watching us having sex. I'd love Jeanine to watch me having sex with Bill. I'd jerk off for the rest of my life over my sister seeing my erect prick.

Maybe after watching me having sex with my brother, she'd be aroused enough to have sex with me. Yet, nothing more than my masturbation fantasy, I'd love for my sister to pop my cherry and take my virginity. I wanted to have sex with my sister more than I wanted to have sex with my brother.

Ignoring the interruption, it didn't take him very long to become hard again. I loved the way that Bill's dick stood up, curved upwards, and pressed into his belly. I only recently admitted to myself that I enjoyed playing with my brother's cock.

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We lay side by side in my bed. I lifted his stiff cock away from his stomach, curled my fingers around it, and stroked him again. Masturbating one another, he took my throbbing cock in his hand and stroked it. We enjoyed focusing more on just the head and frenulum. We gave that most of our attention.

It was late and we were getting tired but we continued stroking one another because we wanted to cum again. We wanted to watch our cum fly and paint our chests, our stomachs, and our hands with our male juices. Our second time cumming, Bill ejaculated first, shooting three or four streams up his body and landing in the middle of his chest. Seeing him shoot his load made me cum much harder than usual.

So that Jeanine could see, if she was still there in the darkened hall watching us. I wanted to show her my erect prick. I hoped to give her a good look. Holding it with just two fingers, I bent my cock upwards.

The first couple of cum shots flew high in the air, over my head and onto my headboard that left a trail across my face and hair. Giving myself a cum bath, I shot three or four more ropes that splashed on my chest, my stomach, and all over my hand. My cum streamed down, and pooled in my navel. Bill licked me clean.

I wished that it was my sister licking me clean. After cleaning ourselves off, we fell asleep in each other's arms. I woke later that morning only to find myself alone. Apparently, Bill had wisely returned to his room before anyone else was awake and caught us together.

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Sexy, & Shapely Whore, Jeanine, #03

Later that morning, while Bill was still asleep, I put on my robe and went downstairs to the kitchen to make a pot of coffee and something to eat. Smelling the rich aroma of the brewing coffee, my sister, Jeanine, who was home from college for her summer break before returning to finish her master's degree program, joined me at the table. She could have lived here and commuted to college but preferred living on campus. I loved my sister, and I missed her while she was away at college.

Something not hard to notice, and with me always undressing her with my horny eyes, she wore a short, sheer, low-cut nightgown without having the modesty of wearing a robe over it. With her revealing nightgown leaving little to my oversexed imagination, I saw as much of her sex body as if she was walking around the kitchen naked. She was as pretty as she was shapely. I'll be playing with myself later over seeing Jeanine in her revealing nightie.

Trying not to catch me staring, I saw the shape of her C cup breasts through her sheer nightie. I saw her darker pink areolas and her pink, erect nipples. I saw her shaved pussy. Staring longer while careful not to catch me staring at all that I shouldn't see of her; I saw her pussy lips and her clit peeking out between them. Then, when she turned, I saw the shape of her tight ass and her ass crack.

Something that I dared myself to do but something that I'd never do, while she bent at the waist with her head inside of the refrigerator, I was tempted to lift her nightgown up and over her naked ass. Imagining her taking my virginity, it thrilled me to imagine taking my sister from behind and fucking her. I imagined wetting my hand and rubbing it along her pussy before sticking my prick inside of her.

Nothing more than a fantasy, I imagined fucking Jeanine. Again, something that I'd never do. Nevertheless, I'll be stroking myself later while imagining fucking my sister from behind while holding onto her big breasts and fingering her erect nipples through her nightgown.

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"Good morning, Joey," she greeted me with her smile.

Hard for me to formulate words after seeing my nearly naked sister, again, not wanting her to catch me staring, I shaded my eyes with my hand. Tired from having early morning sex with my brother, desperately needing caffeine, I just made a little grunt. I poured her a cup of coffee before pouring one for myself.

Then, when the toaster popped up the bread, she took over. She opened the refrigerator door to take out the butter and jam. She buttered my toast and coated it with some jam. I gave her a piece of my toast. As if she was the Cheshire cat who knew something, she had a mysterious and quizzical smile on her face. Giving her credit, my sister knew me better than I knew myself.

"Rough night," she asked with a little laugh?

I nodded my head without telling her some of what had happened at the club and why I came home so early on a Friday night.

"Yeah, I thought as much," she said, still with that strange smirk on her face. "Is there anything else you wanted to tell me," she asked?

Not knowing why she'd ask me such a question; I looked at her with curiosity.

"What do you mean?"

When she didn't answer me, I fired another question at her.

"Why do you ask," I asked? "What else would there be to tell you?"

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I sat next to her on a bar stool at the kitchen counter sipping my black coffee and eating my toast. Her nightgown hem was nearly up to her crotch and her knees were parted open. I was tempted to drop my spoon so that I could move to the floor and peek at her shaved, naked pussy beneath her nightie.

Something that my sister has never done, when she turned her pretty head to smile at me, Jeanine glanced down at my bathrobe clad crotch in the way that I had stared at her legs. Then, she looked back to my eyes with that same strange smirk on her pretty face. Embarrassed that I had developed an erection from seeing my sister in her nearly see-through nightgown, I covered my hardening prick with my hand.

"Of course, you know that I have to pass in front of your bedroom door to go to the bathroom during the night..." she said with a pause and a little laugh while not letting it go. "Right?"

'Uh, ohm' I thought.

Not waiting for me to answer, she continued.

"On my way back to my room, I heard noises coming from your room. Your bedroom door was wide open," she said. "I peeked inside and I saw you with Bill," she said.

She gave me a sexy, little laugh and a naughty look.

'Oh, crap,' I thought. 'My sister knows my secret, homosexual relationship that I have with my brother.'

She laughed.

"I saw some of what you and Bill were doing," she said with a little grin.

'Holy shit,' I thought. 'I'm busted. I wondered how long she stayed to watch. Again, I wondered if she touched herself while watching us having gay sex.'

I could feel my face turning a bright red. I wanted to crawl into a hole and die of embarrassed shame. Mortified to think that she may label me as gay or bi-sexual, I felt humiliated. Then, to show her that I preferred women to men, I imagined standing, grabbing a handful of her long, blonde, pretty hair, pulling hard, and forcing her mouth down to my cock.

Then, when she opened her mouth to scream, I visualized sticking my throbbing prick in her mouth. I imagined putting a heavy hand behind her beautiful head and humping her mouth and fucking her face. I imagined not stopping until I ejaculated my load in her mouth and she swallowed. Even though I'd love for Jeanine to blow me, I'd never force her to suck my cock. I'd never do that to my sister.

"Um, I... I, um, can explain..." I stammered.

Jeanine placed her hand on my hand, and smiled sweetly at me.

"There's no explanation necessary. You don't have to say anything, Joey. Don't worry about it. I'm sorry that I embarrassed you by even mentioning it," she said. "Really. It's no big deal."

She looked up at me and smiled.

"Your secret is my secret. In the way that I'm having sex with our mother," she said, surprising me with her confession. "It's no big deal for you to have sex with your brother. The family that has sex together stays together," she said with a sexy laugh.

Then, she surprised me with her insight. My sister was not only beautiful but also, she was smart, too.

"Even though you may think that you are, I know you're not gay. In the way that you stare at me while undressing me with your eyes, I know that you prefer women to men. I seriously doubt if you're even bi-sexual."

She patted my hand.

"Any port in a storm," she said with a little laugh. "You're just lonely and horny. As soon as you find a woman to have sex with and love, this brief queer period will pass," she said with an understanding smile.

# # #

She continued smiling at me as if she was my therapist, my sex therapist.

"Do you want to tell me about it? You know that I'd understand. I wouldn't tell anyone," she said. "We can talk."

Stunned, I sat in silence for a few moments. Mortified, I avoided looking at her. Not wanting her to think that I was gay or bi-sexual, I didn't know what I was. I had no idea. How could I know?

Never having had sex with a woman, how would I know what I was? Yet, just talking to her, she made me feel better. It was encouraging that she knew that I wasn't gay and doubted that I was even bi-sexual. She said that I was just lonely and horny. What she said made sense.

Instead of opening up to her, while looking for the answers there, I stared down at my coffee cup in self-pity. I took a deep breath and, with quivering lips, I looked up at the understanding smile on her face. As soon as I did, tears welled up in my eyes. I felt embarrassed to have her see me crying like a child but, unable to stop it, all of my pain and suffering sorrow came out all at once.

Taking her in my confidence, I told her all of my secrets. I told her of my history with my friend, Jack. I told her about my failed attempts of trying to pick up women, never getting lucky, and not even dating anyone. I finally broke down and told her a little about what Bill and I had done and why. Jeanine put her arms around me and let me cry on her shoulder.

"I'm 21-years-old, and am still a virgin, Jeanine." I stammered. "I've never even kissed a woman. Other than those women online or in magazines, I've never seen a woman without her clothes. I wouldn't even know what to do if ever I did," I said.

I leaned against her and sobbed harder on her shoulder. She hugged me tightly. Then, she tenderly kissed my forehead. When I finally regained my composure, Jeanine lifted my chin and gave me an understanding smile.

"It would be a good idea to take a shower and make yourself presentable before dad comes down for his morning coffee," she said. "You don't want him seeing you like this. He wouldn't understand why you're crying."

I nodded, wiped my tears, and stood to leave.

"Come to my room later, after mom and dad leave for work, and we'll talk. I can help you. I don't have anything planned today," she said looking at her watch. "I'll be home all day. We'll have the whole day to come up with a plan on how to get you to have sex with a woman instead of having sex with your brother," she said with a sexy look.

She gave me a loving smile.

"You know that I'd do anything for you, Joey," she said. "I love you."

I hugged her tightly.

"Thank you," I said.

# # #

I returned to my room, grabbed some clothes and a towel. Then, I took a shower while thinking about my sister in her sexy, sheer, and nearly transparent nightgown. I slowly stroked myself. I masturbated over my sister yet again.

Jeanine and I had always been close despite our age differences. We could talk about anything. She is more than just my older sister. She stood up for me whenever Bill teased and tortured me. Indeed, she was more than a big sister; she was my best friend.

Of course, by the time I was an 18-year-old senior graduating high school, she had already been in college for three years. We didn't see each other very often. Bill had always been a rebel and seldom around.

I didn't have the same kind of relationship with him that I had with my sister. Yet, in the way that I had gay sex with my brother, I wished that I could have hot sex with my sister. Later that morning, I knocked on Jeanine's bedroom door.

"Come in," she said.

My first time alone with her in her bedroom, she was wearing a short skirt that showed off her athletically toned legs, and a loose fitting, cropped, tank top which showed her tight abs from her years of cheerleading. Her short, crop top barely covered her naked breasts. It was quite obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra. With her only wearing three articles of clothing, a crop top, a short skirt, and panties, I had the sudden impulse to ask her to play strip poker with me. I'll definitely be masturbating over seeing Jeanine in such a revealing outfit.

Standing proud, her shapely, 34 C cup breasts needed little support. Her erect nipples showed their big impressions through her sheer top. Unable to stop staring at all that I could see and imagine seeing of my sister's tits, I wished I could touch them, feel them, and fondle them while fingering and sucking her nipples. Only, something that will never happen, in the way that I've had sex with my brother, I'd never be lucky enough to have sex with my sister.

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Then, shocking me as much as she excited me, as soon as I entered her room, she stood, turned, and leaned forward at the waist to fluff up her pillows. When she did, she not only gave me an upskirt view of her panty clad ass but also, she gave me an up-cropped top view of the underside of her naked breasts. Unaware that she had flashed me, the first time seeing her panties and her big tits, while hoping she'd remain in that position, I couldn't stop staring at all that I saw.

Again, I'll be jerking off over this later. Hoping she hadn't noticed; I was embarrassed when I felt my dick hardening, pulsating, and throbbing in my jeans. Not wanting her to know that she had excited me, I covered my erection with my hand. For the first time, no longer thinking of her as my sister, I saw her as the woman that she had grown to be. With her so pretty, good natured, and athletic, I could understand why she had been a cheerleader, and was so popular in college.

Making me want to bounce on her bed with her, she bounced on her bed, and when she did, the hem of her short skirt jumped up with her and, flashing me her panties again, climbed higher up her thigh. Then, giving me a continual view of a triangular patch of her panties, she sat Indian style on her bed. With me standing at the end of her bed, as soon as she slowly, sexily, and seductively crossed her long legs, whether deliberately or unintentionally, she flashed me more of her white panties.

Having never seen my sister's panties before, mesmerized with her sexy lingerie clad pussy, I memorized every detail. I stared at her pussy mound, her camel toe, and her pussy slit. Not seeing any evidence of pubic hair, clearly she had a shaved pussy. I stared at her naked pussy lips that I could clearly see through her sheer panties.

She patted the mattress beside her and smiled up at me. Instead of sitting beside her, hoping to catch more upskirt peeks of her panties, I sat on the end of her bed facing her. I hoped she'd stand and turn at the waist again to show me her panty clad ass and another up-cropped top view of the underside of her naked breasts. I couldn't wait to masturbate over all that I've already seen of my sister.

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Then, something that I never imagined her doing, she stretched her arms over her head, closed her eyes, and yawned. As soon as she did, while holding that position to yawn longer, her cropped top climbed up high enough to expose her symmetrical areolas and her erect nipples. I stared at Jeanine's big tits.

I saw my sister's naked breasts. Hard to wrap my horny brain around it, I couldn't believe that I saw her tits. I only wished I had my cellphone with me to flash her picture. Now, I couldn't wait to stroke myself and cum after seeing my sister's naked breasts.

Something that will remain in my brain forever, if it wasn't enough that I saw the image of the underside of her naked breasts and her panties, now I saw a full, frontal view of her bare tits. She had big and beautiful breasts. Unable to tell which, she either had a big C cup or a small D cup. Whichever size they were, they were as full as they were shapely.

Then, I wondered if she had deliberately or unintentionally flashed me. Only, I seriously doubted that she had deliberately flashed me. She wasn't like that. My sister wasn't an exhibitionist whore. She didn't tease me in the way that my brother always did. I was just lucky to be at the right place and the right time to see her panties and her naked breasts.

Seeing her naked breasts made me want to reach out and touch them, feel them, and fondle them while fingering her nipples. Seeing her big tits made me want to suck her nipples. I loved Jeanine's breasts. Yet, if seeing her big boobs wasn't enough, I saw her panties, too.

I couldn't believe how much I had seen of my sister's beautiful pussy through her sheer panties. Seeing her pussy made me want to finger her while licking her to give her an orgasm with my fingers and my tongue. Seeing her pussy made want to make love to her before fucking her fast and hard enough to give her an orgasm with my cock.