It started with an innocent conversation... my downward spiral into oblivion began on that spring night when my sister Vanessa came home from school with her friend Sandy. I hid in my favorite spot watching them as they splashed in our above ground pool. I was a pathetic sight... my pants around my ankles watching from the second story window slowly masturbating while looking at their young bodies. I don't try to defend my actions because I know that I am a loser but if you had a sister as hot as Vanessa who had friends as cute as Sandy you would do the same thing. What happened shortly after that day would change my life and mark the end of my spying games.
Vanessa was 18, she had long brown hair, green eyes, and she had inherited a very shapely body from our mother. Having snuck into her room to raid her panty drawer many times I knew that her breasts were 36D. She made me blush whenever she was in the same room and I loved her more than life itself. My sister's friend Sandy was 19 and in my grade in high school. She was just as shapely as my sister with nicely curved hips and breasts that were comparable to my sister's. They had just recently upgraded their swimsuits to two-pieces and I was in heaven... They splashed each other and swam around each other and I slowly stoked myself imagining them nude. I closed my eyes and leaned against a chair trying to envision the feeling of Vanessa's tongue on my cock. I completely forgot about my sister and her friend even when the splashing stopped and their laughter subsided. I was getting close to climaxing when I was shocked back into reality but the sound of my sister's laughter.
"Having fun stoking your meat you perv?", Vanessa said with her hands on her hips.
"I, I'm just... um... " I struggled to get my cock back into my pants and zip up. Frantically I tried to find an explanation.
"you're such a loser..." My sister turned and walked to her room with Sandy giggling behind her.
I was a loser... I just stood there for what seemed like an eternity trying to figure out how I was going to continue living. Sandy would spread what had happened around school and I wouldn't be able to show myself on Monday. Vanessa would probably tell our parents and I would be ostracized from home as well. With a deep feeling on imminent doom I walked slowly to my bedroom, fell onto my bed and prayed for a blood clot in my brain. In the distance I head the front door open, then close a moment later. I kept my eyes closed wondering how long it would be before my parents would get home. I was completely shocked when there was a short knock on my door.
"Brian? Are you in here?", Vanessa asked while peeking around the door as she opened it slightly.
