2 comments/ 195095 views/ 6 favorites Spying On My Sister By: KenJames One evening, I had a late baseball game, followed by a meal with the team at a pizza place. It was dark when I cut through the vacant lot beside the house. My sister Susan and her friend Nancy were sitting in the porch swing, talking about boys and giggling a lot. I silently slipped into the bushes beside the porch. I was originally planning to jump out and scare them, but then I decided I wanted to hear what they were saying. After listening for a couple of minutes, I realized they were smoking a joint. I was already aware that Susan smoked pot, and even knew where she hid her stash, but smoking on the front porch seemed fairly bold. I guess they felt safe since Mom and Dad were out of town. "I'd love to the my hands on Jack," Nancy was saying. "He has the cutest ass I've ever seen." "Jack is nice," Susan agreed. "But I saw Ed Harris during wrestling practice last Thursday. Phil almost had him pinned. Ed squirmed away, but his shorts came off in the process. He has a totally gorgeous ass, but what really got me wet was his jock strap. He was really bulging and he'd gotten a hard-on from rubbing against Phil. I just wanted to flop down on the mat and drag him into me." "Yeah, Ed is hot," Nancy said, "but he has a thing going with Phil." "Ed certainly doesn't seem gay the way he looks at me," Susan replied. "Maybe I can get him to change teams." "Dream on," Nancy replied. "You know Betty on the gymnastics team? She was working out late. She heard the shower in the boys locker room. There was nobody else around, so she decided she'd check it out." "Betty saw a lot more than the naked boys she was expecting," Nancy continued. "Phil was standing in the shower with a big hard on. Ed was on his knees in front of Phil, giving him head. Most of the lights in the locker room were off and the boys were totally focused on each other, so Betty got really close." "Phil suddenly pulled away. He gasped, "I'm not going to come in your mouth." Ed stood up, turned around and bent over, bracing himself against the shower wall. Phil moved behind him and stuck his cock up Ed's asshole. Betty was fingering herself, and she came over and over as she watched the boys fucking. Ed finally splashed cum onto the shower wall. A moment later, Phil pulled out and sprayed Ed's back. Betty slipped off and spent the next hour in the girls locker room, playing with the vibrator Mrs. Benchley keeps in her desk." "Nothing like that ever happens to me," Nancy concluded wistfully. "That's quite a story," Susan said. She took a long drag on the joint and slowly let it out. "It's interesting that Betty told you about it. I wonder if she's making a play for you." "Of course not!" Nancy sighed and changed the subject. "Dave really isn't working out. He's getting so insistent on me giving him a blow job and it just seems so gross to me. I don't know why girls like it." "He's going down on you, isn't he?" Susan asked. "Yeah. A lot," Nancy answered. "Boys always say they like it, but I don't see how they could . . ." "They're just so eager to please," Susan interrupted. "I think guys know that if they go down on a girl and make them come, it hooks them. And it'll come back to them. Some of them just do it for themselves." Nancy shrugged. "Guys are so easy." "Maybe so," Susan said. "Chris really likes it when I suck him. He went down on me way before I went down on him. He came in his shorts a couple of times while he was doing it. And it's really exciting to feel him throbbing right before he squirts his stuff into my mouth." "Chris is a lot better than Jeff was," Susan continued. "Jeff wanted me to suck him, but he wouldn't give me head at all. And he wasn't into foreplay, he just wanted to stick it in and shoot as quickly as possible. That's why I dumped him so fast. I refuse to just be another notch on a guy's bedpost." "Jeff thinks that being the big football star is enough," Nancy agreed. "I wonder if Ed and Phil are sucking each other," Susan wondered. "If I can't have Ed, I'd at least like to see what they do together." "Shit!" Nancy exclaimed. "I'm so horny I can't stand it. Let's put on our slut clothes and go hang out at the truck stop." "There are so many losers at the truck stop," Susan answered. "I have a better idea." She bent over and whispered into Nancy's ear. Nancy giggled. "That's great! Let's go!" They went inside holding hands. A minute later, I heard the sound of Susan's bedroom door being closed and locked. Susan's bedroom was on the second floor. It was impossible to see into the room from the ground and there was a single-story house next door, so she rarely bothered closing her curtains. I climbed the tree beside the house and looked inside. The overhead light was off, but the lamp on the nightstand provided adequate illumination. Susan and Nancy were standing in the middle of the room, tongue kissing like the girls in a porn magazine. I moved closer to the window. It was as if the tree had been designed for spying on Susan. A thick branch stretched horizontally toward the house, stopping a few feet from her window. I moved until I was crouching near the end of the branch. I was able to see everything in the room while heavy leaves and darkness shielded me from view. Nancy broke away from Susan, removed her tee-shirt and dropped it on the dresser. She wasn't wearing a bra. Her breasts were small, but beautiful. I already had a hard-on, and I almost creamed my pants when Susan bent over and started sucking Nancy's nipples. After several minutes, Nancy gently pushed Susan away. Her nipples were spectacularly swollen. The window was open and I heard her whisper, "Let's finish undressing." In a few moments, the girls were standing naked in front of the window. Susan's breasts were much bigger and heavier than Nancy's. They sagged slightly when released from the confines of her bra. Susan's thick black hair was matched by the luxuriant bush covering her crotch. Nancy had blonde hair, but her sparse pubic hair was black. Nancy started stroking Susan's breasts and gently pinching her nipples, which instantly began swelling. I unzipped my fly and fumbled with my cock. It took several seconds to untangle it from my underwear and pull it out of my pants. Nancy dropped to her knees, pressing her face against Susan's crotch. Susan spread her legs wider and leaned forward, placing her hands on the window sill for support. "Oh, that's so good," she gasped. "You eat me out better than any boy." Susan began gasping rhythmically. As I watched her breasts bounce, I realized that Nancy already had her on the brink of orgasm. I gripped my cock and began stroking it rapidly. "I'm coming," Susan cried. My cock spurted as she screamed and thrashed in front of me. Susan sank to her knees, so only her head and shoulders were visible above the windowsill. She and Nancy kissed tenderly for a long time. Then Nancy sat on the windowsill and opened her legs. With her back to me, I couldn't see much, but it was obvious that Susan was now going down on her. When she screamed and came, I came with her. After that, the girls moved to the bed and made out for another half hour. They were further away and I wasn't able to hear or see them as clearly as when they were at the open window. Still, I could tell they kissed a lot, on their mouths and up and down each others' bodies. Susan got out of bed and went to her dresser. She took out a dildo and slid it into Nancy's pussy. I almost fell out of the tree trying to see better. I stayed in the tree, watching, listening and masturbating. First, Susan fucked Nancy. Then they traded places. They both came several times. So did I. Finally, they stood naked in front of the window, with arms around each other's waists, gazing out into the darkness. "That was so good," Nancy said, hugging Susan. "Sometimes I wonder why we bother with boys." Susan kissed Nancy. "I'm not sure," she answered. "Sex with you is so great. But there's just something a boy has . . . I think it's a penis." They both giggled. "You're right," Nancy sighed. "That dildo's fun, but it's just not the same." Nancy and Susan got dressed and went downstairs. I decided it was time for me to "officially" come home, so I stuffed my pecker back into my pants and climbed down from the tree. I stopped with my hand on the back door knob, amazed that I was still horny. I moved into the deep shadows of the back yard and jacked off again before going inside. I remembered that Susan and Nancy had slept over with each other every week since they were nine. Even when they had boyfriends, they still spent frequent nights together. Now I understood why. * * * * * * * * * * Copyright (c) 2003 by Ken James All characters are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual people is coincidental. This story depicts a world in which AIDS and other sexually transmitted diseases are non-existent. In the real world, please practice safe sex. Please contact me. I love getting feedback and reply to every message. This story is adapted from my long work "Sex Education." The original version of "Sex Education" is posted on my personal, totally non-commercial, web site. Please check it out. Spying on My Sister [All characters in this story are at least 18 years old.] This is a story about the first time I saw another person masturbate, which happened to be my sister. It's a relatively tame story, but one of those experiences that I had that I have relived in my mind a thousand times. It was a Saturday morning, and I had a soccer scrimmage. I got dressed, had some breakfast, and then said goodbye to my sister, Kari. Our parents had taken off already and were probably gone for the day. I jumped in my car and headed out. After getting to the fields, we found out that the fields were double booked with a boys tournament that should have been finished the night before. After about a half hour of trying to figure out what to do next, our coach cancelled the scrimmage and we all went home. I was both happy and sad. Happy that I now had an extra couple of hours of my Saturday back, but sad also because this scrimmage was going to be a good chance for me to prove to coach that I should be a starter in our first game of the season the following weekend. I walked in the house and went straight upstairs to get out of my practice gear. I was wondering who to call and what to do with all this extra time today. In any case, I figured I take a shower and start my day. So I stripped down to my panties and my sports bra and headed to the bathroom. When I turned the corner, I saw the bathroom light on and could hear the bath running. Damn, Kari was already in there. The door was cracked, so I walked up to it and was just about to knock on it while pushing my head in to ask if I could go first. Instead, I just stood there, shocked. My knuckles less than an inch from knocking and my face stuffed in the crack of the open door. From this angle I couldn't see anything but part of the sink and the huge mirror that hung above it. However, in the reflection of the mirror, I could see Kari in the bathtub. Now, I have seen my sister naked a million times, as she has seen me as well, but this time was different. Kari was laying down in the tub on her back, with her legs up in the air pressing against the wall. The bath was still being filled, and the faucet looked like it was pouring straight down onto Kari's stomach. What in the heck? If it didn't look so weird, I would have barged in and asked her what she was doing, but something told me to stop. I took a half step backward and sort of changed my position so I could see better through the mirror. Yep, she was laying in the bath so that the water would fall directly on her. While trying to figure what was going on, I heard a faint moan barely make it over the loud sounds of the running water. Now, I sort of started to get it. I looked again at the way she was laying and where, exactly, the water stream was hitting. Yep, she was having the water stream hit directly on her pussy. What in the heck? Does that feel good? Another moan, this one a little louder and more determined, and I had my answer. Yep, it does feel good, and I was standing here watching my older sister masturbate. I was feeling dirty and mean for spying, but at the same time feeling super interested and a bit turned on. The feelings of regret were quickly being overcome by feelings of sexual desire as she continued to moan and I, myself, began to tingle down below. I tried moving around to see if I could get a better view or position, but I couldn't. I sort of wanted to see her face to see how much she was enjoying it. From the sounds of her moans, this little water trick was seeming to work. I was getting hot just thinking of how I couldn't wait to try it myself. Another moan and then she lowered herself back down into the tub. What? It hadn't sounded like she had orgasmed, or, if she had, it didn't seem to be a good one if you know what I mean. She slid her legs back down into the tub, so now I could only see the bottom part of her legs. Bummer. Show over. I couldn't believe I was getting so hot watching my sister. Gross. Just then I heard another moan, and couldn't see much, but I did see the water level in the tub bounce around. Oh, the show was still on. She was still masturbating, but old school style. If you're a girl, then you are well aware of what the water level does when you are getting busy. The rhythm of your hand makes these very distinct waves in the tub. And this was clearly what Kari was doing. I couldn't see anymore, but the thought of her finishing herself off just a few feet from me was still making me hot and tingly. I tried to get a better view, but still couldn't see much of anything but the bottom of her legs and the shower wall with the faucet, which was still running. She must have had the drain unplugged. Even though I couldn't see much, seeing the waves in the water and hearing her occasional moan was enough, and I decided I would play along. My nipples were already poking through the thick material of my sports bra, so I snuck in my fingers to give them some attention. Then my right hand went down my stomach to the waistband of my panties. No hesitation or time for outside-the-panty play – I went right for it. I slid my middle finger down over my mound, over my lips, and directly into myself. Just a little bit, but enough to break the dam of the liquid excitement that had been building up the last few minutes. I then took my now slippery finger and slowly brought it up through my lips and all the way up to my clit, making sure everything was wet and slippery. I went back down and repeated the motion, this time sticking my finger in a bit further and noticing how hot my hole and juices felt on it. Another moan, and I looked up. She was again changing her position in the tub, and eventually got back to her original position with her legs up the wall on either side of the faucet. She was coming back for more, so this was probably going to be it. I pulled my finger out of myself and brought it up along with all the slippery oils to my clit and started to rub with focus. I was past the part of feeling embarrassed and intrusive – I just wanted to cum when Kari came. Her moans were becoming more pronounced, and I could tell that she had made up her mind to pursue the orgasm. I fingered myself faster and faster, with my little hard clit responding with every touch. "Yes, yes, uhm, uhm..." was now coming from the tub well over the sounds of the running water. I could feel my toes begin to tingle and new that my own orgasm was in the making as well. "Yes, yes..." getting higher pitched, and I could see her legs shake and convulse against the tiled wall as she threw her hips and naked bush closer to the faucet to maximize the impact of the water stream. Seeing this, I let myself go. A couple more circles around my nub, and then once my orgasm started, I slid my hand down, sliding two fingers inside me while rubbing the palm of my hand against my throbbing clit. WOW! And I mean WOW! I stood there shaking, doing all I could to keep my balance and avoid falling against the cracked bathroom door. Forcing my mouth to stay shut, I didn't shriek, but I must have made some moaning sounds, I'm sure. Kari was enjoying the final ripples of her own orgasm, so I'm sure she didn't hear me. So I pulled my drenched fingers out of my panties, and quietly but quickly tiptoed back to my room. I threw my soccer gear back on, and then ran downstairs and out the back door. I counted to like a hundred, and then walked in the front door, making as much noise as I could. A few minutes later, Kari came out of the bathroom and said hi, and asked why I was home so early. I told her that the scrimmage was cancelled and she got excited. She said, "Good, then maybe you can go to the mall with me. I need to get Stevie a gift for her birthday." She didn't know what had happened in the slightest. Years later, after a couple of drinks, I had admitted to her what I had seen. I had even told her that I had "joined in." We both laughed about it and still do. By the way, I have lost count of how many times I have done the "water dance" in the tub since learning about it. Thanks, sis.