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Peeping on Jennifer

By: JRob



I grew up in Suburbia lite. By that I mean out home was located on the outskirts of a large city, but we were far enough away for there still to be farmland in our community. 

My father took the train to work while mom stayed at home to look after the kids until we entered high school when she took a part time job. My sister Jennifer and I attended the same pre-school and elementary school before heading to the side-by-side male and female parochial high schools. The high schools had different names, but were connected by an unobstructed hallway...unless you counted Sister Teresa Joseph. 

The good nun acted as a barricade, and word of mouth warnings came to all freshmen not to cross the line on the floor which divided the boys from the girls. Oh, every once in a while there was an intrusion, but that normally led to a paddling which made its mark on our minds and the intruder's backside.

Jennifer was 14 months older than me, a year ahead throughout school, but since we were in different high schools I never had to put up with the comments from teachers about my perfect-in-every-way sister. Several of my friends in public school with older siblings often told of their being judged against what their older brother or sister had done, but it wasn't something I had to worry about. 

At least not from friends. Of course my parents were always holding Jennifer --- she of excellent grades, athletic honors and outstanding looks --- up as a role model for my barely getting by grades. Jenny was a picture of perfection in their eyes, while my meager accomplishments paled by comparison.

Many of my friends were in love with Jennifer, but she didn't give them the time of day. She was into older guys, she dated seniors when she was a sophomore, so the guys I hung around with had absolutely no chance at her. Not that she didn't mind the attention, as she'd often joke with me that some of my friends were "cute in the way they behave" around her. I think she was referring to how they'd stammer, fumble, or generally act stupid around her or how they'd sneak longing looks at her shapely legs when she'd cruise through the house in a mini-skirt and tight-fitting sweater on the way out the door. 

My sister Jennifer was a looker, and I have to admit that several times I'd sneak a gaze at her shapely appearance myself, especially when she was running from the bathroom to her bedroom clad only in a towel after a shower. Once I came home early from school and noticed her door slightly ajar and caught a glimpse of her stunning bare behind while she was changing. 

After that view, I used Jennifer as the object of my masturbatory affection for several weeks until first Heather and then Tiffany came into my life. I dated the latter two girls --- at different times --- for a spell, and my late night sessions had them as the focal point for my fantasies. Tiffany was especially strong in mind as she had allowed me to fondle her pert breasts on numerous occasions. 

For months I wondered if any of Jennifer's paramours were getting far with my lovely sister. My guess was not, because my parents were strict and constantly reminded her that sex before marriage was a no no. I'd hear their lectures as she readied for dates, and I know my father grilled and sternly announced to guys stopping by to pick Jennifer up that they had better keep their hands to themselves or he might take matters into his own hands. Clearly it was a message that if one was naughty with his daughter that he'd knock their block off or something.

Once I was startled to run downstairs from my room after hearing a loud scream, only to be greeted by a closed study door. I couldn't see, but I could hear, and what I heard was Jennifer crying and my father berating her for acting like a slut. Apparently he had caught her and a beau necking --- clothes on --- but as he told her it was just one step along the road to hell.

The next night dad pulled me aside and emphatically said he expected my grades to improve....or else. With that he dropped a dozen Poloroids on the desk right next to a wooden paddle. He walked into the kitchen and I looked at a series of photos of (I thought) my sisters beet red ass. But several photos displayed an obviously different red rear end. Later that night I realized he paddled not only my sister but my mother.

Dad walked back into the room and reminded me once again about my grades. "You stand to receive what they got," he said, tapping the paddle on his hand, "unless you shape up. And if that doesn't work, then you won't be driving any more either."

His threats rang strong in my brain, and I became Mr. Goody Goody. 

I expected Jennifer learned her lesson, as she never again was caught in any lover's embrace, and I fully expected she not only headed off to college a virgin but untouched as well. We never spoke about her spankings --- I believe there might have been three occasions when she visited the study to receive correction from our father --- but I do remember her taking dinner in her room when her buns were obviously burnt. 

She called from college several times, telling of strong grades and not a lot more, but nothing suggested she had become a looser girl when away from home. 

That thought was shattered when I unexpectedly came home early from school one November afternoon. Dad was working and I knew mom would be working on the my school's charity auction when I rounded the corner near my home and noticed Jennifer's bright red Civic in the driveway, home a little early from her freshman year at the state university for Thanksgiving break.

I entered my house and zipped up to my room to change, looking around to see if Jennifer was home. She didn't seem to be, the house was quiet and I surmised she'd gone over to friend's home down the street. Heading downstairs to hit the computer, I heard a loud groan from the basement. At first I was shaken, thinking a burglar was in the house, but after hearing several other sounds I realized it was a woman's moans...Jennifer?

Yes, I knew it was wrong, I should have left the house. But the moans were too enticing. They called me to come closer. Was she masturbating? Was she there with a boyfriend?

Removing my shoes I slowly crept down the basement steps, glancing around the corner.

I thought my eyes would pop at the sight. There, on the pool table with her legs spread wide and mini-skirt around her mid-section, was lovely Jennifer. She was lying back on the table in the throws of excitement, moaning and groaning as a faceless guy worked his mouth on my sister's core. His head was glued to and feverously working on her sloppy wet pussy. 

Frozen on the spot, keeping back in the shadows, my eyes widened as Jennifer's groans became louder as her sexual being was worked higher and higher. I was no expert, but it would have been idiotic to think she wasn't enjoying it. Her head was thrown back and a series of grunts and moans escaped from her lips. It wasn't long before I heard her approaching and finally hitting, an orgasmic state.

The man kept at it though, his head bobbing in a sort of "yes" motion, up and down Jennifer's slit. "Oh, no, no more Colin," she moaned. "No more." 

The guy backed off, stood, and calmly said two words to Jennifer.

"Let's fuck!"

As if on a seven-second delay, Jennifer's response wasn't quick but was an emphatic "No, Colin."

Colin didn't want to take no for an answer, but Jennifer was firm in her reply.

"No...and I mean no!"

Then she startled me. Instead of sending him on his way she called him closer. 

"Take your pants off and we can have some fun," were the startling words from my sister to her lover. "Hurry honey."

I watched as Jennifer swirled all the way around, pushing her head over the edge of the pool table. Jimmy unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants, then moved closer to my sister and began rubbing his boxer covered midsection against my sister's face.

"Um, what have we here? I think he likes me," cooed Jennifer, speaking directly into the undies. "Take him out."

This guy was no dummy. He had my sister right where he wanted her, and he quickly lowered his underwear and popped his dick onto Jennifer's soft, lovely face. I couldn't believe by eyes or ears. Never in my wildest dreams had I imagined Jennifer as "that" kind of girl. She was acting like a loose hussy and anything but the prim and proper sister I knew.

The erotic sight nearly caused me to gasp, but I somehow managed to breathe normally and not let out a loud gasp. 

Jennifer was clearly skilled at what she was doing. The guy lowered his boxers and out popped his dick. While I couldn't get a good look at from my angle, I could clearly tell my sister was working his throbbing dick all over her face. He held his cock and rubbed it along her cheeks before leaning back and holding it straight out. From her upside down position I could see Jenny progress from receiving a face rub to opening her mouth and having the guy insert the tip of his manhood into her wet and willing oral cavity.

"Umm," groaned Jennifer while sucking the throbbing cock. "Murfsjamah."

Well, I had no idea what she was saying, but I think it was something like, "what a big tasty cock you have" or something like that. I couldn't believe what I was seeing, but clearly my eyes weren't lying. Jennifer was blowing a guy, sucking his shank like a wanton slut.

"Oh yea, go Jennifer, suck it," said the strained boy whose dick was receiving a tongue-lashing from my sister. He held the back of her head and slowly rocked his body against Jennifer's open mouth. 

I had seen some pornos, but nothing approached what I saw that afternoon. It was erotic, it was sensual, and it was, well, unbelievable. I simply stared at Jennifer licking and sucking cock. At first slowly, then with more passion, almost as if she was glued to the dick. Her mouth was amazing, I watched as he rocked in and out of her mouth and couldn't imagine seeing anything hotter.

My mind went to my dad's Polaroid, and I knew I could snap at least one photo before being caught by the two lovebirds, maybe more if luck was on my side. There was background music and whenever the heater went on I knew the sounds of the camera might be disguised. 

I ran upstairs and into the study and grabbed the camera, checking for film and ensuring the flash was off. Striding back to the steps I froze in my tracks as the front door opened and in walked mom.

Now, I don't claim to know how my brain works, surely it didn't work quickly on school work, but somehow on this occasion I had the presence to think fast. Mom had a glow on her face, her little girl was home from college, and she merely said: "Hi, where's your sister." 

"Wait here, I'll let her know you are home!"

Bounding the stairs, two by two, I hit the bottom, clicked a photo, and called to my sister: "Mom's home, she's coming down."

Never had I seen such a slapstick comedy. Jennifer pulled down her blouse (it must have ridden up when I went upstairs) and jumped off the pool table, shooing her boyfriend toward the basement door.

The guy tripped over his pants, fell to the floor, but in a flash jumped up, pulled up the jeans and hit the back door running. "Hi honey," said my mom, halfway down the stairs. I slipped the Polaroid shot into my pants and sort of blocked the bottom of the stairs while Jennifer smoothed down her skirt and took a deep breath. That's when I noticed she was not only out of breath but beet red. 

"What's all the commotion?" asked mom, striding down the stairway.

Standing in front of her at the bottom of the landing, I blocked not only entrance to the basement but view. This allowed for a couple seconds for Jennifer to finish her recovery. "Hi mom!" 

Mom pushed past me and hugged Jennifer. "You're sweating, what have you been doing."

"Just some push ups," came her reply. "You know, working out a little so I have seconds of your turkey."

"Yea, mom, Jen and I were working out, I was showing her some one-handed pushups. She's in good shape, college life must be good!" said I, managing a major smile. 

"Well come upstairs and let's all catch up on things. I'll make hot chocolate."

Mom turned and started upstairs, I began to follow, but Jennifer tugged at my arm.

"You caught us? Jesus, that was close, but thanks."

"No problem, sis, I was just thinking about the consequences and I know you'd do the same for me."

Jennifer gave me a weird look and a wry smile, and I knew we'd be talking later.

(To be continued)

Peeping on Jennifer Ch. 02



The hours after my discovery of Jennifer giving a hummer to her young boyfriend were exciting yet predictable.

Mom, and later dad, were all over Jennifer, asking about college life, her studies, her activities and of course, whether she'd been dating.

I had to laugh to myself when she said her studies were consuming her time. "There aren't enough hours in the day, I think I was a little ambitious taking six courses when every one else is taking five," said my pretty sister, flipping back her long hair.

I couldn't help thinking to myself how she must be acing drama, because she gave no indication that she was merely seconds from being caught in the act or orally copulating by our dear mother. That would have led, no doubt, to her receiving a strong paddling from dad upon his return from work.

No doubt about it, Jennifer owed me. And she owed me a lot, even though the photo of her and her boyfriend was only semi-incriminating. I studied it intently in my room before dinner and before locking it up (first I inserted it into a sock and then I placed the sock into an old shoe) in a case which I kept below my bed.

The memory of that photo was etched into my mind. The good news is that it wasn't blurred. That was my worry since I had only pointed and shot the photo. Only the top of Jennifer's head --- from the top of her eyes to her long blonde hair --- was caught by the camera, as the rest of her face and whatever mouth action she was performing on her boyfriend were obscured by the boy's bare ass.

Still his pants were around his ankles and head was thrown back in ecstasy, clearly indicating he was enjoying my fellating sister. While only the top of her head was visible, there was a reverse view of her spread legs on the pool table and while I couldn't see down below the whole mystery of what was between her legs brought me a massive hard-on. It was an erotic photo, despite the fact that the stars were unidentified.

After dinner I went to my room, only to be started by a knock on my door.

"Jonathon!" said my father. 

"Yes, dad."

"What did you spill on the pool table?"

"Huh?" I replied, having not one iota of an idea of what my dad was talking about.

He grabbed my collar and matched me down to the basement and pointed at a stain several feet away from the end bumper. At first I had no idea what it could have been, until thinking of that afternoon. It had to have been Jennifer's love juice, her cream stained the felt.

By then the commotion had brought mom, and soon Jennifer, to the basement. Looking at the face, I saw she was busted and obviously frightened about the discovery. I held the cards, and could play them and rat out my sister or fold with a full house.

My father stared at me as I shuffled from foot to foot.

"Dad, I'm sorry," I said. "I hadn't noticed anything, but earlier today I..."

Glancing at Jennifer, I saw the terror in her eyes.

"Dad, I, well, I think I must have spilled a little water somehow, but I will clean it up."

Dad was not amused. "You can't just clean up the felt, it's stained and it will have to stay that way until we re-cover it, and I just did that last year. You are so inconsiderate, Jon. Why can't you be more like your sister?"

Shit, that wasn't good. He was really pissed. 

Dad grabbed the top of my collar again and smartly matched me upstairs and into the study. He pushed me toward his large oak desk.

"Drop your pants! Take the position!"

I knew arguing, and clearly not changing my story now, would do only harm. I couldn't believe it, he wanted to spank me. I stammered and made excuses, but he wouldn't budge. "It will only get worse," he sternly stated. Defeated, I took the position, dropped my pants and briefs, and accepted my fate.

Twenty paddles later I got dressed, humiliated by the spanking, tears running down my face, and took a slow, painful walk up to my room.

If you have never had a paddling, you just won't have an idea of how painful this spanking way. My ass hurt. A lot. And my pride hurt even worse. Here I was, 18, and still getting spanked. I slunk up to my room and wondered why I hadn't dropped the dime on my sister. 

Probably because I knew she is in a lot more trouble than me if the truth over her afternoon rendezvous was learned. In any event, I fell asleep on my stomach that night, but woke each time I turned over from the pain in my backside. I couldn't get comfortable enough to sleep.

A gentle tap on my bedroom door startled me at 1 a.m. It was Jennifer.

"Jon? Jon? Are you awake?"

"I am now!"

My sister slipped into my room and sat on the side of the bed.

"I just wanted to thank you for what you did today, especially for warning me about mom getting home and I can't believe what you did with dad," said my sister. "I can't believe that over the years I have treated you like a little kid...you were a true gentleman today. I can't thank you enough."

I looked at my sister, beautiful in her baby doll nightie. I know she's my sister, but she was quite beautiful in the slight night light. 

"Well, Jen, I might have a few ideas on how you can repay me," I suggestively said, joking with the beautiful girl. "But seriously, I think it was just a flash of stupidity."

"Whatever it was, I appreciate it. Thanks."

I looked at Jennifer and blurted out a question. "Jen, are you a virgin?"

She seemed shocked by the question, but after a bit of coaxing she admitted to having lost her virginity in the back of Tommy Burke's dad's Honda Accord after the senior prom. That surprised me, because she went to the prom with Eric Thompson.

Giggling, she related the story of young Eric, the preacher's son. He never even kissed her, but she realized the only way she'd be able to go to the prom and have fun was with him to repel dad's inquisitive mind. "I went with Eric, but actually made a date to meet Tommy there. I knew I couldn't ditch Eric, but I didn't have to be by his side all night."

Jennifer apparently tired her date on the dance floor, then, while he was resting, she snuck outside for some R and R with bad boy Tommy. "It was so naughty, so very hot, I didn't plan on making love with him but it happened. He got me hot and well one thing led to another."

The story had me spellbound.

"So then you began seeing Tommy?"

Nope, it was a one-night thing, he was dating Marcia and dad was all over me all the time it just didn't work out. I heard he and Marcia are getting married in June.

With that she leaned over, kissed the top of my head, turned and left the room. Pervert I am I watched her perfect ass sway across the room. Not surprisingly, I jerked one off thinking of that sweet ass before going back to sleep.

Over cereal in the a.m. I told myself over and over that Jennifer was my sister and I shouldn't have naughty thoughts about her. Still, I came to the realization she did owe me something for my honorable behavior, the question was, what?

That afternoon I came home and found Jennifer and Colin, her now identified boyfriend, watching a movie. I went upstairs, but later while heading for the bathroom I heard Colin pleading for a little something. Jennifer, undoubtedly thinking about the prior afternoon, declined, and the boy soon left disappointed.

That gave me an idea.

Heading downstairs, I spoke to my sister.

"Looks like Colin left a little early."

"Yea, he was a little, uh, disappointed in something or another."

Smiling, I joked that I thought I know what the problem was. "You guys could have gone downstairs, I wouldn't have been a bother."

"Yea, right, you'd probably photograph anything and everything that went on," said Jennifer, glaring daggers at me. "You shouldn't have taken those photos."

I promised her I'd tuck my camera away for good, never to take any more explicit shots, if...

"If what?"

"Well, here's the deal. I want to watch."

Jennifer gave me a confused look. "Watch what?" 

"Watch you have sex, I bet I could learn something."

"No way, Jon, no way."

"Oh yea, way, remember what I have and what I did for you. I will stay out of sight, I will never tell anyone and destroy the photos, but I want to watch you guys. Come on, Jennifer. You won't even know I'm around."

My sister called me a perve, but soon came to the realization that a little exhibitionism would clear up all debts.

"Okay, but Colin can't know."

"Of course, and you won't even know I'm there. I think I can work something out in the laundry room, I'll fix a spot up, but you really won't know if I'm there or not."

I couldn't believe she went for this crazy plan, but my sexy sister somehow did. And promised a show the next day.

The hours sped by like a blur as I waited with heavy anticipation of the possibility of catching the two lovebirds in the act. Jennifer only required that I be secluded and unobservable. The next morning I made that so, carving out a two-inch hole in the laundry room wall with a perfect view of the pool table. The deal centered upon her wearing a provocative outfit and performing on the table...this time with towels protecting the light red felt. 

Moving into my hiding spot a little after 2, I waited nearly a half hour before the two lovebirds came downstairs. As directed, Jen put on a CD, just a little bit of background noise to mask any sounds from my secluded vantage point.

I watched as they embraced and made out for several minutes. Colin fondled Jen's ass, lifting the short skirt up and caressing her boy short encased buns. 

"Suck my dick Jennifer," said the anxious boyfriend.

As if in a trance, Jennifer dropped to her knees and pulled down her boyfriend's zipper, dropping his jeans to his ankles. She rubbed her face against his underwear, spending a lot of time nodding her head on his manhood. She then slipped down his briefs and smiled as his dick popped into view.

I watched as Jen rubbed the dick against her cheeks before starting to lick the tasty cock, starting underneath at the base and licking slowly out the shaft. She licked the hardened rod stem to stern for about a minute before ovaling her mouth and sucking on the tip.

That action brought groans from her impressed and impressive boyfriend, whose dick had to be more than six and a half inches long and two inches wide. "Oh Jennifer, you look beautiful," he said, stroking her hair.

It wasn't a perfect hiding place, but it was close, and the view was unbelievable. I could clearly watch the two in the act, and it was unlike anything I could imagine. Jennifer was mouthing the boy as if she knew I was there, tentatively. But that slow pace actually was turning me on more. Instead of a quickie her nervousness was clearly extending the act.

Jennifer's head bobbed up and down on the boy's manhood, and he rocked in time with her oral assault. Every once in a while Jen slowed then lifted her head off the cock, trading that act for one of licking from top to bottom of the dick. It was an awesome sight, made more riveting by the way Colin would rub the cock all over my sister's face.

His dick throbbed as Jennifer finally re-inserted the meat into her mouth, sucking in earnest. Colin's hands caressed her head as he helped Jen suck the dick in and out of her hot wet mouth. "Oh, I'm close," he groaned before slowing to a stop on the outstroke only to have Jennifer grasp his dick and jerk it off into her mouth. 

"I'm cumming!" yelled the boy, oblivious to his surroundings and the possibility of someone hearing his cries. "Yes, yes, yes!"

I watched as Jennifer's cheeks bulged and then as she savored then swallowed the sticky load. She continued to suck the cock for several minutes before tucking it back into his underwear. "There you are, nice and clean," said the naughty college girl.

Colin was impressed and he seemed to glow as he pulled up his pants. "That was incredible," said the boy, kissing her cheek (I noticed he didn't kiss her mouth) before grabbing her hand and walking upstairs with my satisfied sister. 

Several minutes later Jennifer came back downstairs.

"Did you get off on that Jon?" said my sister, suppressing a smile.

"Nope, sis, but it was quite the view," I replied, shaking my head. "I mean, it's so different watching in person rather than on dad's pornos!"

Jennifer laughed, "You know about dad's pornos?"

"Yea," I replied. "Found them my accident."

Jennifer nodded the once again said she couldn't believe she had done it in front of me, but I reminded her that it was a deal and that I wasn't really doing anything terrible. "Hey, remember the time you walking into the bathroom and caught me, uh, jerking myself?"

"That was gross, Jon. You're my brother and it was just gross."

"Yes, but remember those photos!"

"Yea, what about them?"

I reminded my sister that while I got to watch her, it clearly wasn't enough. Especially since I not only covered for her with mom and then later dad, but also that I had to endure the spanking as well as a lack of trust of my folks. No, to be even I needed a little more.

That's when I dropped the bombshell.

"I want you fuck him next time," came my command.

I thought Jennifer was either going to choke me, and I was close

My sister slapped me. "You are a fucking pervert."

I glared at her. "Sis, your ass is mine and you know it. If dad gets those photos...heck, if I just let on that you are a little looser your days will be hell and you know it."

"But Jon, I've, we've, well, Colin and I have never, well, you know, made it. I don't want to. Please," stammered the shaken girl.

I thought for a minute, then startled her with a new request. "How about we substitute Tommy, then, how about I watch you and Tommy screw? That would really make things a lot more even, and besides, you have already had sex with him."

Jennifer smiled at my reasoning. "I don't even know if he'd do it, he's engaged."

We discussed the possibilities for a bit, with Jennifer emphatic that the engaged guy wouldn't risk it. I thought if he was a real guy he would. 

Jennifer listened and the realization of the truth of my words quieted her concerns. She shook her head but I knew when she didn't totally dismiss the request that there was hope. She walked around the basement, glared at me, shook her head then asked if that would make us even.

"I'd say so, but it would have to be good."

Jennifer left the room but later that night stuck her head in my room and merely said, "tomorrow, 2 o'clock, be in your hole."

YES!

"He agreed to come over and fuck you?" I asked.

"No, silly, I asked him over to talk about wedding gifts. He has no idea of your, of our, plan," said my smiling sister. "You know, this might be fun!" 

That's the spirit. 

To be continued... 



Peeping on Jennifer Ch. 03



(It isn't necessary to read Parts 1 and 2 before this installment, but reading them first will fill in a number of blanks which otherwise might confuse the reader.)

The truth be known, I firmly believe my sister is an exhibitionist. Not a raw, flash your tits at Mardi Gras, Girls Gone Wild kind of exhibitionist, but a girl who excited in knowing she might be caught in some sort of precarious position.

What else would explain this prim and proper girl fooling around in the basement with her boyfriend knowing full well that our mother --- to say nothing of me, her brother --- could be home at any moment?

If she wasn't an exhibitionist, then she must have a death wish, cause our father would have killed her (or her boyfriend, maiming her) if he caught them screwing. 

Yet even if my catching them in the act was an accident, the mere fact she agreed to perform in front of a secluded me as punishment for her getting me in a load of trouble on her behalf with my paddle toting father, had to be a signal she liked being observed doing naughty things. 

In prior installments of this series young Jennifer, a college age girl of strict parents, escaped from her shell to be, shall we say, active sexually with several guys. Nothing strange there, I guess it happens. But when I caught her in the act and then saved her from strict punishment she felt she owed me something. Or maybe I convinced her she owed me something.

Oh, the photos of her in the act helped.

That "something owed" first was having a frank sexual talk with me, followed by her allowing me (from a secluded perch) watch her and her boyfriend-come-lately Colin orally satisfy each other. It was quite impressive, and my devious mind cried out for more. Using a little blackmail, a little begging and, well, my deduction that in fact Jennifer liked being a daring, walking the edge hussy somehow got her to agree to try and seduce the guy who took her virginity at the senior prom.

This guy, Tommy, hadn't been her date, but they had a pre-planned agreement to meet during the night, and in the back seat of his Honda did the wild thing. More recently, Tommy was engaged to be married and I wanted to see Jennifer having sex with a guy.

Since Colin had never had that opportunity, nor did Jennifer for some reason want to go all the way with him, Tommy became the "victim". That it was so wrong, hitting on a guy who soon would be married, made it even more erotic to my older sister. It was blackmail sex, plain and simple, and the guy had no idea how it came about.

The night before Tommy was to visit, I spoke with Jen and asked if she was nervous. 

"A little, but not a lot, I think it's a little bit exciting. I mean, after everything you've seen over the last few weeks this isn't all that different," teased my darling sister. "Besides, it reminds me of a night last semester at school..."

I couldn't let that softball statement pass me by. I quizzed her on what she meant.

Jennifer waved me into her room, turned on a CD and patted the edge of her bed. She fluffed up a couple pillows and nestled back into them before starting her story, like a scoutmaster leading a talk around a campfire.

"Well, it was late on a Friday night and rooms and I (meaning her roommate Jessica) returned from the basketball game and dance at the student union," she started, a glimmer in her eyes. "It was after midnight and we got ready for bed. Suddenly we heard a sort of cry from below, and we looked out but didn't see anything except a parked car.

"Ever few seconds that sound happened again, and it got my interest. I kept looking out and after a while I could swear I noticed a flash or glimmer or something through the car window. Jess and I had to get a better look, so we went downstairs a floor and into the corner TV room. From there we had a good few into the backseat of the car, and, you guessed it, there was a couple making love.

"We called a couple other girls in and we all watched the lovebirds making it. It was quite erotic. The guy had a big dick and was really giving it to her, and after they finished fucking she cleaned his cock with her mouth. Yes, it was very exciting. Not for them afterwards, because when they got out of the backseat we all clapped and whistled at them. I think they were quite embarrassed. She was a freshman named Lizzie and we began calling her EZ Lizzie."

Jennifer did admit that she sometimes fantasized about being caught in the act, no so much that she'd get in trouble but more like those in the car who were caught and merely embarrassed. 

"I guess that's what has happened recently, right?" reminding her of my catching her and Colin being bad in the basement.

In any event Tommy was in for the afternoon of his dreams, because if anyone could wrap a guy around her finger it was Jennifer. I believe she didn't look at this as blackmail, but a challenge. And it was a challenge she was up to.

The next afternoon I took my secluded voyeur position after hearing Tommy arrive. Minutes went by as the two were upstairs, but I didn't dare leave my hiding place in fear of being observed and blowing the plan. After a bit I heard them coming down the stairs, laughing at something or another. 

Jennifer asked if Tommy wanted to play some pool, and turned on a CD for some background music to cover any of my sounds from beyond the nearby wall. My vantage point gave me a good look at the two as long as they were on the right side of the pool table, which means sometimes they were out of view.

They made small talk while playing a couple games, talking about the upcoming wedding and college. Nothing really special. 

I did notice Jennifer, in a very short skirt, bending over the right side of the table to make a shot. Her posture gave Tommy a bird's eye view up her pleated skirt and beyond, and I thought his eyes would pop out. Of course, my sister was no dummy, she knew what she was doing. After one particularly long look Jen turned and asked Tommy if he liked the view. The boy stammered something, blushing with embarrassment. 

One thing led to another and before long they were involved in a game of strip pool. While Jennifer was probably the best player in our household she began missing simple shots. Soon she was playing topless and sans panties, with only her skirt as coverage of what I knew was a shapely, soft ass. 

Tommy slithered behind her on one of those long shots and put his arms around her, turning my sister around. The two embraced, and they began passionately kissing. He had clearly fallen into her trap, and forgot all about his fiancée and pending wedding. It was clear he was thinking about nothing but my sister and her charms.

"Oh, Tommy, what are you doing?" exclaimed my sister as if she didn't know. 

"I want you, Jen, come on," he groaned, planting kisses on her neck while caressing her cute ass in his hands. 

All of a sudden my sister began to play hard to get, if that was possible given she was wearing only her short black skirt. She made a half-hearted attempt at pushing him away, but he continued to hold and kiss her.

"I need you Jennifer, you feel so very wonderful."

"What about your fiancée, what about your wedding?" asked Jennifer. "We shouldn't' be doing this."

The groping continued, right or wrong.

"Oh Jennifer, I love her, but I adore your wonderful body. I need you, I need to make love with you again. Come on, for old time's sake."

"Well...I don't know," stammered my sister, but that was a lame statement, as her hands were around Tommy's head and she was grinding her mid-section against the boy. The two began kissing once again, swaying in a lover's embrace. Soon their hands were roaming all over each other's body. 

I watched as Tommy continued to caress her ass while moving his other hand to Jen's front...soon he was fingering her hot, wet pussy. He slowly stroked her mound, then alternated that action with a slow fingering of her wetness. Jennifer's head moved away from the boy as she moaned how good it felt while he moved his lips to her neck once again. 

At this point I knew Jennifer was putty in his hands. The boy forgot all about his girlfriend and was concentrating solely on my sister's sexy attributes. They made out for a while, with the guy spending a great deal of time fingering my sister's sloppy wet pussy. Soon his pants were down around his knees and he was holding his dick in his hand. 

Jennifer moaned as the boy rubbed his dick up and down her moist slit. "Oh, you feel so hard, so good. Give it to me."

Suddenly Tommy began to change. Nothing much at first, but he began teasing Jennifer. "Tell me you want my cock, Jennifer, tell me you need it."

Actually, I think she did, as she was writhing on the pool table waiting for Tommy to slip his dick into the fold of her pussy. But Tommy kept teasing which made Jennifer started begging.

"Fuck me, Tommy, I need your dick, please give it to me."

"Suck it," said the boy, pulling away from my sister's wet hole. 

Jennifer slipped down onto her knees and assaulted Tommy's slimy dick, alternating fast licks with slow sucking. She mouthed the boy's erect cock, gagging when he grabbed her head and roughly pulled it tightly against his midsection. "You like my dick? Suck it all down your throat."

Tommy wasn't huge, but Jennifer clearly couldn't deep throat him. She choked on the hard log, bringing laughter from the boy. "Too much, huh? Well, I guess it should all fit in your cunt, bitch."

I didn't like the way this was heading. The boy had changed from a sweet lover into a bastard in minutes. He lifted Jennifer onto the pool table, spread her legs wide, then moved up and pushed his bulging dick into her slimy wet pussy.

"Slow down," asked my sister as the boy fired his man meat into her cunt. He banged my sister hard, pausing only every once in a while to lift her up a little and spank her ass. Then he'd get back to humping her while mauling her breasts. 

"Ouch, Tommy, don't be so rough!" she begged. "You are hurting me."

I watched as he continued to fuck my sister like she was a whore. He humped, not with passion, but almost like he wanted to hurt her. He rolled over and fucked Jennifer from below, all the while smacking her reddening ass. "Stop Tommy. That really hurts.....HELP ME!"

Watching the two I realized things were getting out of hand. Tommy was smacking my sister, hurting her. 

I decided I better break in, but before I could get up and out of my hiding place I heard the boy exclaim that he was cumming and decided to wait it out. Tommy let out a grunt and shot his load, calling Jennifer a whore.

He slowed his action as Jennifer merely laid on the pool table, breathing heavily. Her eyes were closed and she sort of laid there. It was nothing like the other times I had watched, times when she was into her boyfriend. This was almost painful. When Tommy told her to suck his dick clean, she told him to fuck off.

That's when the wheels came off. Tommy called her a fucking slut and slapped her face, telling him once again to suck his cock. That was enough for me.

I opened the door and asked what was going on, only to be told by the boy to mind my own business. Wrong answer. I lunged at the boy, swinging my belt against his head, toppling him over. I punched him numerous times, and given that he fell from having his pants around his ankles, he was an easy prey. Soon he was running for the door.

Turning back to my sister, I began apologizing only to have her begin to calm me down. "It wasn't all that bad, it was actually very hot until he started treating me like dirt," said Jennifer, crying. "He's a real jerk."

Something came over me. Probably the view of her cum-soaked cunt. She was only dressed in her skirt, and that was bunched around her midsection and didn't provide any modesty. 

I spied her hole, and dropped my pants.

"What are you doing?" exclaimed Jennifer, eyeing my dick.

"What I've wanted to do for a long time," was my reply.

I moved over to Jennifer and rubbed my dick up and down her hot wet slit before sliding into my pretty prone sister. Losing my virginity in one quick plunge was absolute heaven, and I had to fight against shooting right away.

Her pussy was soaking wet as her excitement and Tommy's cum mingled while my dick pounded away. I always imaged sex would be good, but this was fantastic. Looking at my sister, her eyes closed, I realized she was one of the most beautiful women on earth.

In and out I screwed, humping my sister with a passion. She soon started moving with me, matching each thrust. The sensations were unbelievable, and it wasn't long before both of us were groaning. I don't know which of us came first, but it didn't matter. I shot a hearty load into her sopping wet slot mixing with Tommy's lust juice. 

"Ohhh, Jon, yes!" she exclaimed as we began coming down from our mutual high. "Fantastic!"

I remember moving slowly inside her as my dick shrunk. My breath slowed, but soon --- I think it was the look in her lusty eyes --- got me hard inside her once again. My youth didn't recognize I had been satisfied, and soon I was banging away at her pussy once again.

This time, the act took a lot longer. I held her ass in my hands, pulling in and pushing out of her cunt. The sensation on my dick was intense, and soon I deposited a second load of sticky baby batter into the sticky, slimy hole of my sister.

Later, we smiled as she told me I took advantage of the situation.

No kidding.