I work hard all week and look forward to my weekends. Time to relax, play a little golf, watch a game or two on TV; you know down time. Here it is just three minutes away from quitting time on a Friday afternoon and my wife just calls to ask me to pick up some more soda, because her sisters are coming for the weekend. Suddenly, “my time” just vanished. Her sisters are not bad at all, but now I must change all my plans and I have to wear clothes around the house.” Scott mumbled to himself as he prepared to leave his 9 to 5 office. Like most average men, Scott had a middle management job, with a middle class income; a mid-sized home and a somewhat average sex life. However, things are not always as they seem...
As Scott walks into his modest yet beauty of a home, he grudgedly kisses his young wife and makes his way towards the shower. His wife, a few years younger than Scott, is still learning the about men. Scott is only the second man she had ever slept with, which made him a “god-like” lover in her eyes when compared to her high school sweetheart whom she called “little shooter”.
Jen thought to herself, “My husband came home with that “look” on his face. That look he gets when he doesn’t want to do something. I knew he was going to be a bit bummed. That is why earlier today I made a special treat for him. Even now as I stand here putting away the laundry, I can feel my smooth hairless sex rub against my sweatpants. Won’t he be surprised when he finds my shaved pussy? That will make him happy. In fact, it is making me happy right now just thinking about it. I wonder if we have time for a quick one before the girls get here? < knock knock > No, I guess not.”
Jen’s sisters were as beautiful as Jen, with only slight differences. Jen stood 5’6”, 120 pounds, rounding hips, B-cupped breasts and a full Latin ass. Her sisters were just a bit taller and leaner, and were blessed with firm ripe melons for breasts.
The middle sister, Marie, “Finally, I get to get out of the house! My sister and I are constantly asking to do stuff with our friends, but nooo! Mom and dad are so strict. I wonder if it is the catholic or the traditional Mexican culture upbringing that makes my parents keep us in the house. I think it is the combination. I mean, I am in college now and still I can’t go out on a date unless my parents have met him and his parents. How embarrassing! My older sister got lucky. She met a great guy when she was 19, got married, and got out of this house. She and her husband just got a big new house last month. This weekend should be fun. It won’t be as fun as hanging out with my friends at a party, but better that a night of reruns and nagging!”
The younger sister, Angie, “Man, why do I have to be here too? Just cause my older sister wants to go, doesn’t mean I do. I already miss my room. My stereo. My computer. I won’t even be able to play with myself for two whole days! This sucks. I want to talk on the phone, lay on my own bed, close my eyes rub myself. It seems funny, but for the past couple of weeks I can’t stop thinking about sex. I don’t know why. All of a sudden my pussy just tingles almost all the time. I wonder if other 18 year virgin girls do the same thing? I wanted to ask my friends, but what if they laugh at me? I can’t. It is my little secret.”
As the girls arrive, Scott was just finishing washing away the workday grime. “As soon as I turned the water off, I knew they were here already.” He dried off a little then opened the window. Behind his deodorant he kept a small stash just for this occasion. He opened a metal airtight container and pulled out a small joint that had once been lit then extinguished. He re-lit the stick and took a couple of big hits, blowing the smoke out into the night air. Then, he tapped out the red ember and placed it back in it’s hiding place. A hot shower and a smooth head change. Now Scott was ready to meet the girls.
Scott walks out from the steamy bathroom and is nearly run over by his younger sister-in-law, Angie. She was being chased by her sister, his wife, Jen who held a kitchen towel in “snap formation.” It is going to be a long weekend, Scott thought to himself. Marie, his wife’s other sister was helping herself to some of the newly purchased Pepsi. Scott gave her a quick hug and grabbed a beer from the fridge. Screams from the back bedroom indicate that Jen had finally got a good snap. The beer tasted great after the toke of green bud. Now I all I need is dinner and some hot sex and it will be perfect, he thought. A smile conveyed his thoughts, but he kept the words to himself.
As he stood in the kitchen enjoying his brew, Marie quietly admired him, “Why don’t boys my age look this good? Is it the ten years or just the way Scott holds himself? Jen met him when she was only 19. I am almost 20. I wonder if he looks at young girls anymore. What am I thinking, of course he does. Yet, I wonder if he ever looks at me? Boy, I wish he had a younger brother. Look at his smile. I wonder if he is thinking about sex? Why am I? This is my sister’s man, I must be crazy. But still, he looks damn good!”
Meanwhile, back in the bedroom, Angie was caught and the innocent game of chase became a bit more for the young girl. “Wow! I can not believe how turned on I am. My own sister chasing me like we were 5 or 6 years old is one thing, but when she threatened me with the towel. Chills covered my body. When she finally snapped me with it, I screamed out in pleasure not pain. Can this be true? Am I so sexually charged that I even enjoy a quick snap on my ass? I am a teen nympho! I must go to the bathroom right now and rub my clitty. I need to finish!”
