CHAPTER 1--In the Beginning
During the early 80s, my parents knew this Romero guy. He was a doctor, had money and drove a kick-ass sports car. Taller than most, he was from Spain and had dark complexion. He was my parents age and everyone treated him like an uncle. This was especially so because at our house, Marijuana was the recreational drug of choice, and he always shared the good stuff. So you can bet that my parents often invited Romero and his wife, Linda, over to our house. It was almost like clock work, every Saturday night the four of them would toke up all evening long and act like crazed idiots out our back deck, all the while my sister and I hung out in the den watching TV.
On one such night, I was watching some show with my sister, Annie, when she kicked me, telling me she wanted a soda. We were in our teens, which meant that we often communicated in a physical way. Annie would kick me, and, as her older big brother, I would naturally whack her back or give her a good pinch. This was our way of getting along. Normally, I would have told her to screw-off because I was wrapped up under an afghan blanket, and lounging back in a cozy spot on the couch. I was comfortable, even though Annie was laying on the rest of the couch and kept jamming her feet into me. But, I knew Romero’s wife (Linda) was in the back and I wanted to catch another glimpse of her. Linda was extremely attractive. More importantly, she had huge breasts and always went braless and wore skimpy tops. It was clear to everyone that she liked showing off, and I did my best to look every time I got the opportunity.
I hustled to the kitchen, grabbed a drink, and then went for a look out the back window. It was dark, but I could hear them and after a few seconds I could see them. They were sitting in chaises and talking away with Fleetwood Mac in the background. They always played that album. It must have been my birthday because I got a glimpse of Linda getting out of her chair as she started to dance around and sway to the music. Her body was amazing, and I loved how she rolled her long straight blond hair off her bare shoulders. She turned to me and I could see her erect nipples poking through her tube top. She starred in many of my fantasies and my cock got hard just watching her. This was especially so since given that I had no one else to drool over since my girlfriend dumped me during the summer after I tried to get into her pants. Linda was grinding away, almost seductively. I spotted my mom cheering Linda on while my dad watched and sipped his beer. Linda was hot. I started to rub my cock to full mast when my sister yelled, asking where I was with her drink. I ducked away from the window, but I think Romero saw me.
I raced back to the den and plopped back onto the couch handing my sister her drink. All the time I had my hands carefully in front of me so as to hide my predicament. I quickly grabbed the afghan and threw it on my lap. Yet, as soon as I was in my spot, wrapped up again and comfortable, Annie started kicking me with her feet and tried to pinch my arm with her toes. She was wearing shorts and a tube top with the Charlie’s Angels on the front. I told her to quit it or I was going to yank her top down. Though still developing, she had a full B-cup holding up her top and from the points poking through I could tell she wasn’t wearing a bra. Well, after hearing my threat of stripping her, she gave me this funny look, and thankfully stopped bugging me. Fine, she said, she wouldn’t kick me anymore but she needed to stretch out her legs. And with that she leaned back on the couch and propped her bare legs across my lap.
My eyes about jumped out of my head when she put her right calf on my lap and pinned my subsiding erection to my leg. The pressure was intense. She had put her leg on the exact spot that seemed to make my cock swell and throb. I barely bit back a groan as I leaned forward grabbing her legs. Out of the corner of my eye I thought I saw a sly looking smile come to her lips.
“Ned, what’s with you and the funny face? You got a problem in your shorts?” I turned red as she giggled. I thumped her knee with my knuckle and in retaliation, she tried to knee me in my stomach, but this only made her leg slide along my groin area, now making my cock totally hard. Her eyes widened as she giggled more.
“Uh nothing, stop it. I’m trying to watch the show.” Really, I couldn’t watch anything. I could barely see straight. I picked her legs off me, afraid she was going to figure out that I had a massive problem. Her legs were smooth and cool to the touch and I told her if she didn’t stop that I was going to give her a twisting, which meant I was going to twist one of her nipples until she cried uncle. Annie laughed at this, and pushed her chest toward me while sticking her tongue at me, brazenly daring me to do so. Well, she asked for it. So, I was reaching out to grab her right nipple when suddenly Romero peered into the den, almost as if he had been listening in on our antics. We quieted down and sat up. He looked at both of us for a second or two, almost staring. Then he cracked a smile, asking with his Euro accent, “Hey Ned, you mind helping me in the Kitchen? I need some more candles.”
Well, this was kind of a problem. I still had an erection of sorts, though it had died down. I was only wearing nylon gym shorts, which wouldn’t do much to hide my sizeable bulge. I darted into the kitchen, leaning low, making it look like I was comically practicing one of my wrestling moves and flipped out of the den. My sister yelled after me, calling me a show off, but again I got the sense I was being watched.
I moved briskly to find the outside candles. They were above the stove in a cabinet. I moved a chair in front of the stove and pulled myself up to get them. Romero stood in the door way, watching and waiting, and then walked over to grab the candles from me as I handed them down. As I turned, it was obvious he was looking me over. It was a predatory look and I got a lump in my throat. He took the candles and helped me down. On the way I felt him grab my waist and then slide his hand onto the top of my ass. I swear it felt like he cupped me. He left, walked outside, and didn’t look back. I’m not sure what I felt standing there with my heart beating. A little confused to say the least.
I slipped back into my spot next to Annie, who this time had my blanket. I was a little too flustered to care and sat down like nothing had happened. I reached over and flipped the light off leaving us in near dark.
“Ned, sometimes I think Romero’s kind of weird. You know, the way he looks at us.”
“Uh, yeah, I guess,” I said noncommittally, staring at the TV.
“No really, I mean, he watched you walk out of here, and he was staring at you, your . . . well, you know.”
I froze as she said that. Had Annie seen my erection. I guess she couldn’t have missed it. I didn’t saying anything in response. But she kept talking.
“Ned, come on, you obviously had a problem in your shorts,” she said teasing me and poking me in the ribs with her toes. “You always do when Linda comes over!”
“Annie! For crying out loud, I do not.”
