My name is Steve and I am sitting alone on the outdoor bleachers next to an empty tennis court at college. I lost my first important match with a rival college. I was upset over losing and after the tournament, came back to think and reflect on my tennis skills. The sun was lowering in the afternoon sky on what was a beautiful fall afternoon and my thoughts drifted back to when I first picked up a racket.
I was raised in an upper middle class home with a mom and dad and a sister who was a year younger than I. In seventh grade I fell out of a tree house breaking bones in my legs and my arms and spent most of that school year at home mending. When the casts finally came off, my doctor suggested to my parents that I take an interest in tennis as a way of building my body back to normal. They arranged for one on one lessons with an instructor who was very good with kids. I enjoyed the lessons and over the summer I returned to normal after months of being immobile. By the end of summer I was getting very good at the game.
I had to be in seventh grade again and was in the same class with my younger sister. The school had an intramural tennis team which I joined and it was one of the few pleasures of being in school again. My parents saw that I had more than a passing interest in tennis and come spring, they arranged to have a tennis court, actually more of a painted concrete pad, built in our back yard. After school, my sister Patti would hang around; watching me with my friends practice and eventually asked if she could play. I liked my sister and we got along very well, so I endured her lack of skill and patiently taught her how to play. Over the summer, she began to play well and would join for pairs or couples. In the evenings, she and I would spend hours hitting the ball across the net to each other.
In eighth grade is when I really began to notice girls. Especially the women's' tennis team in their short skirts and tight sport tops. I even looked at my skinny sister in a different light when we would practice in the evenings. I spent many evening stroking my cock thinking about the girls on the tennis team or their well developed coach. What made matters worse during my high school years was that my parents would not let me or my sister date. They were very religious and believed that you could only date after you were 21 and only with someone in the same church. Any socializing with the opposite sex was at chaperoned church functions with everyone parents around and only approved sex was after marriage. Patti and I would have long discussions about how unfair they were when we were alone bouncing the tennis ball across the net.
Patti turned 18 during our senior year and we spent most of our time figuring out how to slide through that last school year and what we would do after school was over. Since eight grade we had become close as we were in classes together, played tennis almost everyday, and were the only opposite sex that our parents would allow us to be with. We were best friends, more than just brother and sister. Patti had really developed over the years and had a nice set of tits and a nice ass.
One Saturday in the spring, our parents had left for most of the day to attend a church function. I got out of going because I said that I had a big tournament to practice for and Patti got out of going to help me practice. The tournament was not that big of a deal and I really needed some private time. My parents had been home most of the week and in everyone's business. All I wanted to do was a practice in the morning and then spend the afternoon in my room, stroking my cock. It had been almost two weeks since I jacked off and I was aching to pleasure myself.
It was unseasonable hot that morning and we were really working up a sweat on our backyard court. My mind was not on the game and Patti was winning most of the volleys. I was thinking about getting naked in my room, not tennis and my sister's bouncing tits was not helping either. I wanted to end the practice and figured I could get Patti in a water fight with the garden hose. She would get mad and quit the practice.
Patti was about ready to serve when I said, "Hey Patti, stop for a minute. I need to get a drink of water. It's almost too hot to play today."
Patti put down her racket and said, "I could use a drink too. Man, it is too hot for this time of year. I think you need a break, I'm kicking your ass!"
I walked to the side of the house, and turned open the handle on the water spigot. Then I unrolled a section of hose and held the spray nozzle close to my lips. I barely squeezed the trigger and let a small stream of cool water into my mouth. I let the water stream into my mouth for a minute as I cooled down.
Patti came over and said, "Don't hog all the water. I need a drink."
I moved the nozzle away from my mouth and held it out for her. The small stream of water emitted from the hose as Patti leaned over to get a drink. She was starting to get a drink when I laughed and open the nozzle full force. A torrent of water covered the side of her face and blouse.
"You asshole" laughed Patti as she slapped my shoulders and grabbed the hose from my hand. She turned the hose on me and drenched me within seconds. I pulled on the hose which slipped out of her wet hands and gave her a dousing. Patti jumped on me and pulled me to the ground. We were rolling on the ground with the hose between us, still shooting a full blast of water. I maneuvered the hose into the edge of her blouse which filled her blouse with water that shot through the opening at the neck. I began laughing so hard seeing the water shoot out of Patti's blouse that she had no problem getting the hose from my grip. Patti removed the nozzle from her blouse and shoved it into my tennis shorts. The water was so cold but I was still laughing as the water shot out of the leg opening in my shorts. Patti was cracking up with laughter as well and the hose slipped from her hands.
Patti let go of me and we lay on our backs in the lawn, laughing as the hose
pivoted and dipped over the lawn. I regained my composure and got up to turn off the hose. I closed the spigot handle and the hose fell to the ground. I went over to Patti and extended my hand to help her off the ground. I looked down at my sister and saw that the water had made her blouse and bra almost transparent. The cold water had made her nipples hard. I had not realized until then how nice my sister's tits looked. I helped Patti up and muttered "Nice nips".
Patti turned red faced and looked down her chest. Then Patti looked at me and laughed, "Nice bulge". I looked down and could see that my shorts had become see-through and my cock was hard. We laughed again at each other as our bodies relaxed back to normal.
"Well, I think practice is over" I said, "We had better get changed. These wet clothes are starting to get uncomfortable." Patti nodded as we headed for the sliding door of the walkout basement. Once inside, we both shivered as goose bumps formed on our arms and legs. The air conditioning was on and it felt freezing in the basement.
Patti looked at the trail of water on the floor behind us. Our soaked clothes were leaving puddles of waters around our feet. "We better not go upstairs or Mom will kill us if we get her carpet wet" said Patti. "We had better change down here."
"Well what are we supposed to change into?" I said as my teeth started to chatter.
