25 comments/ 197907 views/ 112 favorites Hot Sister By: trace_ekies Copyright 2013, 2014, Trace Ekies, all rights reserved. All characters are eighteen or older. This story is a modification of a story I wrote several years ago and originally posted elsewhere. Jennifer is eighteen and Donnie is twenty. It is the summer following her high-school graduation and his second year in college. They have lived together most of their lives but recently their parents have divorced, Jennifer remaining with her mother and Donnie staying with his dad when not away at school. Although the attraction between them is more than should be shared by siblings, their amorous desires are constrained by the societal taboos associated with such relations. =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= The doorbell rang just as Jennifer was stepping out of the shower. She wrapped a towel around her body and went to the intercom. The video from the front door wasn't all that clear but Jennifer was able to tell it was her brother Donnie. She pressed the 'talk' button, "Just a minute." Jennifer ran a comb through her wet hair as she looked at herself in the mirror. The towel she was wearing was big enough to cover from the tops of her breasts to about mid-thigh. It was also, just big enough to go around her one time, without a lot of overlap. She positioned it best as she could and tucked it together under her left arm. Jennifer had dresses that were more daring, but there was something about a towel that was ultra-sexy. Jennifer hoped her brother would think so too. Had it been anyone other than her brother, Jennifer would not have answered the door without putting something more on. However, seeing that it was her brother and seeing that she had been having some not-so-brotherly thoughts about him lately and well... the towel just seemed like the right thing. Opening the door she said, "Donnie, what are you doing here?" "Hi Sis." Donnie was shocked by his sister's appearance. He did think a towel could make almost any woman look sexy, but his nicely proportioned eighteen year old sister looked especially so. "I just wanted to talk... I'm just home for the summer and with me staying with Dad and you living with Mom... well we don't get to see much of each other." Donnie hoped his sister would buy the explanation. "Yeah, right," Jennifer replied, then thought about what he had said. "But you were here yesterday... uh, two days in a row?" "Yeah, well..." Donnie was focused more on his sister's body than what she was saying. "But my friends were with me then and uh... you doing anything... I mean... uh, would it be okay to come in?" Jennifer was exposed. Wearing nothing but a towel, she was in full view of the street and her brother was staring at her as if she wasn't even wearing that. She pressed her arm against her left side, making sure the towel was still in place, and held the bottom together with her hand. "Yeah, right... I guess you better come in." She opened the door wider and stepped aside. As Donnie stepped past her, he gave his sister another once over and said, "If you need to finish dressing, I can wait." "From the way you been staring, I kinda thought you'd rather I stayed like this." "Well yeah, of course," said Donnie as he walked toward the den. "I just wasn't sure how you felt about it." "Well I could fix my hair... but that would keep you waiting... and other than that... well you are family... so I shouldn't really need to finish dressing," Jennifer said as she followed Donnie, "Unless you think I should." Donnie plopped down in an overstuffed chair. He started to answer, "No, uh..." but hesitated as Jennifer sat across from him on the couch. The towel she was wearing stayed together at the top, but split at the thigh as she sat down, exposing her hip and left side. Recovering from the distraction, Donnie continued, "I uh think you're probably okay." Jennifer saw where Donnie's eyes were looking. She held the corner of the towel firmly between her legs and tried to make small talk. "I had fun yesterday... with you and your friends," she said. "Thanks for letting me swim with you." Donnie forced himself to look up, toward Jennifer's face. "Uh yeah... well uh... I think we probably should be thanking you though." "For letting you use the pool," Jennifer suggested. "Well that too... but, uh..." "Oh... you mean... taking my top off?" "Uh yeah... my friends really liked that." "Well I shouldn't have done it." Jennifer said coyly. Then she developed a more serious expression and tone of voice. "Certainly not in front of my brother anyway. That top was just causing so much trouble though... slipping and all -" "Hey, don't apologize, my friends loved it." Donnie took his phone out of his pocket and looked at it. "Your friends? What about you?" A little smile came across Jennifer's lips. "I mean... I know I shouldn't have done it... but what did you think about me showing my tits to your friends?" "Sorry, I thought my phone was vibrating." Donnie put the phone back in his pocket. "You mean you couldn't tell?" he said in answer to Jennifer's question. "Oh..." Jennifer turned to her right, putting her feet up on the couch. "You mean your uh... erection poking me in the butt every time you grabbed me from behind?" "Yeah... but I couldn't help it," Donnie said as he looked at the expanse of bare skin. Jennifer bent her legs at the knee, exposing her left side, all the way to her rib cage. "There it goes again," Donnie said, taking the cell phone from his pocket. He held it up and looked at the screen. "Nope," he said, "I guess I'm imagining things. Nobody calling," he said, returning the phone to his pocket. Donnie forgot where the conversation was but Jennifer reminded him, "Oh I didn't really mind. I figured the water was causing it... but I was worried you might think your friends were paying your sister too much attention." "Right..." Donnie said, "But water usually causes it to soften, not harden... and besides, it kinda looked like you were enjoying the attention... at least your hard nipples said you were." "You wouldn't have known they were hard," Jennifer countered, "If you hadn't been touching them." "Now wait just a minute... I was careful about where I put my hands. You were the one that kept squirming until I couldn't help but touch them." "You're imagining things. I was just trying to get away," Jennifer protested. "I guess that's why you quite struggling when I finally did touch them... you did the same thing with Gil and Billy too." Donnie was grinning from ear to ear, he knew Jennifer knew that he knew. "Admit it... you liked showing off your bare tits... and you wanted us to touch 'em." Jennifer slowly drew her knees up to her chest. Donnie couldn't really see anything, but she wasn't being terribly modest either. "I was playing," she said, just above a whisper. Then somewhat louder, she added, "I told you I had fun yesterday." "Yeah, I think we all did. I like the way you play... I mean... I'm sure my friends like the way you play. That touching stuff though... you were okay with that?" "Yeah, well I guess... it was just playing... right?" "Uh huh... just playing," Donnie answered. "So you were just playing then, when you grabbed between my legs." "That was an accident," Jennifer said. "Didn't feel like one." "Well it was." "Accident when you did it to Gil and Billy too?" "They told you?" Jennifer snapped. "Uh, no... I just guessed." "Oh shit," Jennifer said, "You must really think you're sister's some kinda slut, huh." "No way. We were playing... remember?" Donnie reminded. "You know... I always thought you were good looking... but Jesus... you're like super sexy too. I can't believe I have such a sexy sister." "You really think I'm sexy?" Jennifer asked. Donnie slouched down in his seat a bit and put both of his feet on the floor. Jennifer looked at the tent in his shorts. "I think that's a 'yes'," Jennifer said, answering her own question. "You at least like the towel." "Correction... I like the way you look in the towel." "How 'bout if your friends were here too. Would you still like it?" "Gil and Billy? Hell yes! They'd love it." "Yeah, right, I imagine they would... but you didn't listen to the question. What if I was dressed like this the next time you brought your friends over?" "And..." "Oh Christ, Donnie, you are so hopeless. I'm trying to find out if you care about your sister playing around with your friends." Donnie had a puzzled look on his face, like a deer caught in the headlights. Jennifer continued, "Like yesterday... I took my top off... your friends were looking right at my bare tits... they even touched them! Are you okay with that?" "I guess so. We were all just having fun, right?" "Sure, Gil and Billy were having fun... and I was having fun... but what about you? Were you having fun too, Donnie?" "You were having fun. So was I," he replied. "Didn't bother you that your friends were playing with your sister's tits?" "You liked it didn't you?" "Well uh... maybe a little." Jennifer cracked a smile. "You know, Billy rubbed himself against my butt." "You had your bottoms on though... and he was wearing trunks... right?" "Yeah, right..." Jennifer got real quiet. Her voice was little more than a whisper. "Gil put his hand between my legs." "Really? What did you think about that?" "I'm not real sure," Jennifer answered. "Well, you must have liked it okay. I don't remember hearing you complain." "Well, I wouldn't want Gil to be my boyfriend, but it was just playing around." "You liked it then," Donnie asked. Jennifer stretched her legs out some and lay back on the arm of the couch. She put her hands behind her head, causing the towel to come undone, but then acted as if she didn't realize she was practically naked. "Yeah... I suppose I did... it was kinda exciting... but what I was trying to find out is... now that you know what I was letting the guys do... what do you think of me... I am your sister, you know." Donnie stared at Jennifer. Even with her butt sunk into the couch a little, with the back part of the towel having fallen away, he could pretty much see most of one butt cheek. And even with the front of the towel still in place, with it bunched up around her waist, her thighs were completely bare. Donnie was pretty sure the only thing blocking his view of Jennifer's pussy was her raised left leg. "Damn... my phone is going off again... but to answer your question... I think," he said, dragging out each word as he studied the display on his phone, "My sister is the sexiest girl I know." "You really mean that?" "Uh huh," Donnie said, laying the phone in his lap. "I just hope you never change." "What if I was your wife," Jennifer asked. "Would it still be okay to play around with your friends?" "My wife? Are you crazy? I couldn't marry you. You're my sister!" Donnie yelled. "I know, but if I wasn't your sister... and we got married..." Jennifer clarified. "You mean, would I feel differently about my wife... with my friends, I mean?" "Yeah... would you want your wife to play around a little... like you do your sister?" "I'm not sure," Donnie answered. "Well maybe... it'd have to be up to her though... but I guess I'd like it if all she was doing was playing..." "A little playful... like how... I mean, like I did yesterday... you'd want your wife to be playful like that... take off her clothes... or at least some of them... get her tits played with..." "Yeah... I liked that... you were having fun -" "Uh, yeah... I was... but we were talking about your wife, not me," Jennifer reminded. "Uh... just how playful could your wife get?" "Like I said, it's pretty much up to her." "Could she take the bottoms off too?" Jennifer asked. "If she wanted... I guess it'd be okay." "Yeah, but would you want her to take 'em off?" "Uh... yeah... I guess that'd be pretty hot," Donnie admitted. "And what if there was some..." Jennifer made quotation marks with her fingers. "...accidental touching." "Yeah, that'd be cool too," Donnie said. "I just wouldn't want you... uh... you know... fuckin em." "Uhhhh... we were talking about your wife." "Oh... yeah... well, uh..." Donnie was really flustered. His face turned several shades of red. "Uh... I'd want her to be just like you... I mean... you know... sexy and uh..." Donnie stopped in mid-sentence at the sound of the garage door. "Oh shit!" said Jennifer, as she hugged the towel around her and jumped up from the couch. "It's mother... quick, out the back door. She can't know you've been here." By the time Jennifer's mother came in from the garage, Donnie was long gone, into the woods at the back of the house, and Jennifer was in her bathroom getting dressed. "Jennifer... I'm home," Judy Grafton hollered. "In here mom... I'll be out as soon as I dry my hair," Jennifer replied. Mrs. Grafton had carried in a bag of groceries and busied herself putting them away. As she did, she heard a phone ringing in the den and went to answer it, thinking Jennifer must have left her phone in there. She heard it ringing, but didn't immediately spot it. Mrs. Grafton eventually found it, hidden in the cushions of the overstuffed chair. As she picked it up though, the ringing stopped. Mrs. Grafton saw on the display that the call had come from someone named 'Gil'. The phone didn't look like her daughter's though. Somewhat puzzled, Mrs. Grafton, scrolled through the list of missed calls, seeing 'Gil' several times, among a list of predominantly male names. She thought, 'Jennifer could have gotten a new cell phone... and might even have a secret boyfriend or two... but...' Just then the phone rang. Mrs. Grafton looked at the display and saw it was 'Gil' again. She touched a green icon, hoping it was for 'talk', and said, "Hello?" The display said she was connected, but she was met by silence. After several seconds the caller stammered out, "Mrs. G?" Thats what Jennifer's and Donnie's friends usually called her. "Yes?" she replied. "Uh, this is Gil Barret." Gil had been in high-school with Donnie. "I was trying to get Donnie. Is he nearby?" "I don't think so," said Mrs. Grafton. "I guess this is his phone though. I just found it in my den." "I uh... uh don't know why it would be at your house though... uh... uh... if you see him though... uh, tell him I called... okay?" "Sure, Gil," Judy Grafton said cheerfully before ending the call. 'Okay,' she thought. 'So Donnie was in the house just before I got home. Nothing wrong with that. After all, it was his house too until a few months ago when his father and I split up.' Judy Grafton was still puzzled though. 'But, why did he leave so suddenly that he forgot his phone... and just before I got home too. Does he think he's not welcome anymore?' Mrs. Grafton looked at the phone in her hand. In addition to the missed calls, the list showed other recent activity. She saw that three pictures had been taken just before she got home. She looked at them. They were pictures Donnie had taken of Jennifer and they weren't the type he should have been taking of his sister. On the other hand, Jennifer wasn't dressed like she should have been with her brother. Mrs. Grafton put the phone in her pocket and returned to the kitchen. Jennifer joined her a few minutes later. "How come you're home so early?" she asked. "I had a meeting on this side of town that got over a little early, so I decided to come home instead of going back to the office." Mrs. Grafton opened the refrigerator door. "I'm going to have a coke... you want something?" "Yeah, a sprite would be good," Jennifer replied as she pulled back a chair at the table. Mrs. Grafton closed the refrigerator and put the drinks on the table. As she sat down she asked, "Well, what interesting things did you do today?" "Nothing much. Clarissa came over this morning... but she only stayed for an hour. I just read and stuff after she left." "No swimming?" her mother asked. "Yesterday, yeah... but not today." Mrs. Grafton dropped the bomb, "When was Donnie here?" "Uh... Donnie? ... My brother? ... Uh, I haven't seen him all summer... except for the day he got back from college." Judy Grafton took Donnie's phone out of her pocket and laid it on the table. Jennifer looked at it and knew it wasn't the one her mother usually carried. "Did you uh... get a new phone?" "No," her mother replied. "I found that in the den. It's Donnie's." "Uh, well... uh..." Jennifer tried to think of something to head her mother off. "Clarissa must have dropped it... uh, she and Donnie are seeing each other... yeah, thats it... it must have slipped out of her shorts." "So she took the pictures of you then?" Jennifer, not wanting to believe this was happening, dragged her words out. "There's pictures of me... on that phone?" "Uh huh." her mother replied. "Oh shit!" Jennifer said, taking a large swig of her sprite to delay the inevitable. "I guess we better talk, huh." "Yes, I think we better," her mother said. "It would help if you told me what was going on. I might even be able to help. You know... I was eighteen once." "You're not mad then?" "Not yet... I haven't heard the story... maybe a little though... for you trying to lie to me." "About the pictures I mean... you're not mad about them?" Jennifer asked. "Oh yeah. I guess I could be, but you've probably got a good explanation for those. I think I'll wait till I've heard the story." "Mother, you are the best," Jennifer beamed. "I didn't say they were okay. I just said I wanted to wait until I'd heard your explanation. So tell me, what's going on?" "Well..." Jennifer began slowly, "Yesterday... Donnie and two of his friends... Gil and Billy... came over... They wanted to use the pool." "And you let them... as you should have." Mrs. Grafton added, "I'm going to guess... you went swimming with them." "Uh huh," Jennifer confirmed. "And..." "No, let me guess. You wore that white bikini I said you shouldn't wear around any boys." "No... I couldn't... the catch is broken on it." "Then, what did you wear?" Jennifer tried to answer but was afraid of what her mother's reaction would be. She just opened her mouth and stared. "You didn't," Mrs. Grafton said in disbelief. "Please tell me you didn't wear that green nothing in front of your brother and his friends." "Green nothing? ... What are you talking about?" Jennifer asked. "For God's sake Jennifer, I wasn't borne yesterday." Her mother was shouting now. "You didn't get those gorgeous buns tanned wearing anything I bought for you. I found the thong in your drawer... and the itty-bitty green top you wear with it." "Mother, please," Jennifer pleaded. "Yes, I do have a thong, but I only wear it when I'm sun-tanning alone. No, I wasn't wearing that." "Then what were you wearing?" her mother asked, in a more understanding tone of voice. Jennifer hesitated, then said, "You remember that other suit you bought for me... a coupla years back?" A real puzzled look came over her mother's face. "The one I bought you for your fifteenth birthday? The black and red one?" "Yeah, that one," Jennifer confirmed. "Thats what I put on." "Oh my God!" Mrs. Grafton exclaimed. "I bought that when you were just starting to fill out a little. You weren't even a 'B' cup yet. Now you're certainly a 'C'. How in God's name did you ever keep it on?" "Yeah, well I put it on because it had lots of cloth. But you're right. It was too small. Even the top of my butt crack was showing." Hot Sister "I would guess so." "But the real problem was the top. When we were playing keep-away, it kept slipping up, over my breasts." "You were playing keep-away? You... the only girl with three guys. Whose idea was that? Gil? Billy? Donnie? Who?" "Uh..." Jennifer stammered. "It was my idea. I suggested it." "Your idea? You... three teenage boys... and a top that wouldn't stay put? My God, Jennifer, what were you thinking?" Then quickly, "No, don't answer that. I'm afraid I know what you were thinking." "Thats why I took it off..." Judy Grafton's mouth dropped open. She was too stunned for words. "Oh no, not for that reason..." Jennifer spit out. "I mean... I took it off because it wouldn't stay put." "With your brother there?" "Well, it wasn't like he hadn't seen me before. I mean, he did walk into the bathroom one time when I was just coming out of the shower." "Yeah, but you were just fourteen then," Jennifer's mother countered. "Well, he had seen them before anyway, even if there wasn't much to see back then... and he had seen them yesterday too, even before I took the top off. In fact they all did, every time my top slipped loose. Thats why I took it off. It didn't really make any difference. They had already seen them." "Yeah, well, whatever..." Mrs. Grafton said resignedly. "So you let 'em look. Did they act as if they liked your uh... tits, I guess we can call them?" "I guess so. ... I mean, Gil and Billy for sure did." Jennifer got more animated. Her face lit up when she said, "They kept trying to touch them... every time I had the ball." "You were still playing keep-away? Donnie and his two friends? And you topless?" "Uh, yeah..." Jennifer bit down on her lip. "Uh... that's why I took it off... so we could keep playing." "Yeah, I guess you were playing..." her mother observed with some amount of understanding. "Did you like being touched?" "I uh... I guess so... I am supposed to, aren't I?" Jennifer asked. "Yeah, but... at your age... well I guess you could be liking it," her mother answered. "I don't think I got to really liking it until I was... oh, I imagine, somewhere in my early twenties. But yes, its okay. You're just maturing a little faster than I did." "I mean... it isn't like they were really playing with my tits... they just sort of... accidentally... touched them a little." "Accidentally?" asked her mother. "Uh... who caused the accidents... you or them?" "Well, uh... maybe a little of both... I mean the water made my nipples so hard... it was sorta nice when they rubbed against them." "Jennifer," her mother lectured, "it wasn't the water that was making them hard. It was because you were... excited... aroused... uh, turned on..." "Yeah, I guess I was some... Is that bad?" "No, not really... just means you like sex is all... not unusual... no, not bad... I wish you were older... but you are eighteen and I'd rather have you liking it, than being afraid of it. You didn't take the bottoms off though did you?" "Gil was trying to get them off me... but, no mother... I made sure they stayed on... we just played a little is all," Jennifer said. "I still can't figure out, though, when Donnie took the pictures of me... I mean, he was always right there... just like the others." "Donnie was touching you too? ... I'm sure he was wishing you weren't his sister," her mother said. Mrs. Grafton paused, suddenly realizing there was another possibility. "But then again... you might have also been wishing he wasn't your brother." Then remembering the pictures she said, "But, uh... as far as I know... there weren't any pictures of yesterday." "No pictures? Then how did you know about it? Who told you?" "You did... just now," Jennifer's mother answered. Jennifer adopted a chastening tone. "You tricked me... that's not fair, mother..." Then realizing what this might mean, "Wait just a minute... uh... what pictures are on that phone then?" Mrs. Grafton pushed the phone toward her daughter. At first Jennifer just looked at it, afraid of what she might find. Eventually though, she picked it up, touched a succession of icons and found the pictures of herself. The look on Jennifer's face was one of utter horror. "Oh my God!" she said. "So that's what he was doing with his phone... and me almost naked..." Mrs. Grafton waited quietly while Jennifer studied the pictures. "You know how to delete them?" "I think so..." But then Jennifer surprised her mother, maybe herself too, "Do I have to though?" "No... but I thought you'd want to... you don't know what he's planning to do with them... maybe show them around his school..." "Donnie wouldn't do that." Jennifer protested. "Maybe some close friends, but not all over school... he wouldn't do that." "You don't know that," her mother countered. "Boys like to brag, you know. He might even put them on the internet." "No way he'd ever do anything like that," Jennifer argued. "He likes me too much to do something that would hurt me." "Really? He let his friends... uh, play with you though." "We talked about that... He let that happen only because I was having fun... He would never let anything really happen. He loves me too much." "Love... is that what this is all about?" Jennifer's mother asked. "Really? ... The pictures are beginning to make some sense now." "Mother... he's my brother... of course he's going to love me... and I love him." "Like brother and sister... right... sure, thats why you were practically naked with him taking pictures of you." "But mother... I didn't know he was taking pictures." Jennifer, knowing her mother was about to start screaming, covered both ears with her hands. "Maybe not..." Jennifer's mother said quietly. Then, continuing calmly, "But I'm guessing from seeing those pictures... in another two or three minutes... if I hadn't come home when I did... the towel would have been on the floor... certainly not anywhere near your body." Jennifer felt, that in spite of her mother's justifiable anger, she was actually being quite understanding. "I don't think anything would have happened. After all, we are brother and sister. We do know better." "And you think you would have stopped, even if I hadn't come home when I did?" Mrs. Grafton asked, her voice showing considerable concern... and restraint. "Well... I think so... I mean, Donnie's real concerned about me being his sister." "But you don't seem too concerned about him being your brother." "Thats not true. I didn't say that." "You didn't have to. The pictures make it pretty obvious that if you were thinking about that at all, it was because you were trying to change his mind." "But mother..." "Jennifer... look at me... can't you tell I'm not mad... I just want what's best for you." "But..." "No... don't say anything... listen to me... ... What if he wasn't your brother... what then?" "Uh... I know one thing for sure." Jennifer said, her eyes lighting up. "What?" her mother asked. "Well I'd definitely want him to be my boyfriend." "You're in love with him, then? And he's in love with you, too?" "Uh... yes... and I think so... at least he acts that way." "I still think eighteen is a little early for all of this... but I am beginning to think it might have been better if I hadn't come home when I did." Mrs. Grafton said with a trace of sadness. "But mother... we are brother and sister." Jennifer's mother dropped her second bomb of the afternoon. "No... no you're not." "What? What do you mean we're not?" Jennifer's mother explained, "I was already pregnant with you when I met your father. Donnie was nearly a year old. His mother died giving birth to him." "Then you're not really Donnie's mother... and Daddy, uh... your ex-husband... is not really my father?" Jennifer's mother nodded slowly, "Uh... yeah... that's about right." "Then who is my father?" "A guy I thought I was in love with... not sure he even told me his real name... Anyway, he was long gone before I even figured out I was pregnant." "Oh, wow! ... and Donnie knows?" Jennifer asked. "I doubt it..." Jennifer's mother answered. "His father and I agreed... even though we were getting a divorce... neither of you should be told unless it was really necessary." Jennifer, wide-eyed, continued to express her amazement, "Wow! ... My God! ... That sure changes a lot of things." "For the better, I hope," said her mother. "Oh yeah... lots better... It means we don't have to be ashamed of how we feel... well, uh... how I feel anyway... I mean... I hope he feels the same way." "Oh, I'm sure he does... I've seen the way he's been looking at you the last couple of years..." "Mother..." "Uh huh." "Can we keep this just between us for a few days?" Jennifer proposed. "Sure... I guess so... but why? ... I'd have thought you would want him to know," her mother responded. "Yeah... of course... but if we wait a day or two..." Jennifer was deep in thought, pondering the possibilities. "Maybe I can learn just how important I am to him." Mrs. Grafton stared inquisitively at her daughter. "I see the wheels turning in your head... You're up to something, aren't you? ... Can I help?" "Uh, well... maybe... You know that old shirt of Daddy's you like to wear?" "You mean that old thread-bare thing? ... The one my bra shows through?" "Yeah... Can I borrow it?" "Of course... sure... uh... what are you going to wear with it?" Mrs. Grafton quizzed. "Uh... panties?" Jennifer replied, looking into her mother's eyes for approval. "Just panties... no slacks... Are you sure you know what your doing... You know your nipples will be showing... and probably your panties too... at least part of the time... you are inviting Donnie over aren't you?" "Yeah... Gil and Billy too... so nothing is going to happen... except maybe a little teasing." "Nothing is going to happen? ... three horny college guys... your tits practically showing... your legs bare... flashing your panties... and you think nothing is going to happen? ... I mean... what are you going to do... parade around the house like that until they rip your clothes off and fuck you?" "No, mother... and please don't talk like that... we're going to go swimming again," Jennifer answered. "In that shirt?" "Uh huh... but if we play keep-away again..." Jennifer said with a sigh as she looked toward the ceiling, "I'll probably have to take it off..." She looked mischievously toward her mother. "you know... to keep the buttons from getting ripped off." "My God, Jennifer... you are really asking for it... Do you have any idea what you are doing?" "Yeah, well... I think so... If Donnie feels the way I think he does... he's not going to let anything really serious happen... maybe a little playing like yesterday... and that might even be fun!" "I'm surprised he'd let it go that far... But no... I think you're right... he's not going to let it get out of hand... and they'll listen to him... but that's still an awful chance to take... I mean, what if he doesn't even try to stop them... what then?" "You mean, if I'm wrong about him... and he doesn't care like I think he does... Then, I guess I wouldn't care what happened." "Jennifer, you shouldn't be thinking that way, but..." Mrs. Grafton counseled, "I understand... and I think it will work out... If I tried to talk you out of it... I doubt you'd listen anyway... But, be careful, though... okay?" "I will Mom... and thanks." ***** The next morning, as she had expected, Jennifer's phone rang about 9:00 AM. It was Donnie, calling from his home phone. "Jennifer," he said, "Gil told me you had my phone." "Oh yeah... hi Donnie... mother found it in the den." "Yeah, Gil told me..." Donnie added, "I hope you didn't get in any trouble..." "No, mother's really pretty cool. She does still love you, you know... she wishes you'd come over more often... uh... me too..." "I'd like that... today, maybe... I uh... at least need to get my phone." "Sure... whenever... and bring Gil and Billy... we can go swimming again... that is if you want to." "Yeah, well sure... I know they'd love to... they're still talking about the other day." "How about you? Would you like it too?" Jennifer asked. "Uh, yeah... sure... its okay with Mother, then?" "Not a problem... I told her about going swimming with you guys the other day." "Uh..." Donnie asked, "How much did you tell her?" "Well, not everything... but she's cool with you being here." "You going to uh..." "Take my top off again?" Jennifer finished the question. Donnie didn't say anything. After a brief pause, Jennifer answered, "Maybe... you want me to?" "Uh, well... I think that's up to you... but uh... it'd be okay with me if you wanted to." Jennifer teased, "Then maybe.. we'll see... uh... what time?" "Eleven? Thats about the soonest we can make it... will that work?" "Sure... See you at eleven." ***** Jennifer was still in the bathroom when the doorbell rang around eleven. 'That will be Donnie and his friends,' she thought. She went to the intercom and looked at the video from the front door. Yes, it was them, alright. "Be right there," she said into the intercom. Jennifer opened the door wide, presenting the guys with an unobstructed view of herself. The guys knew, especially Donnie, that Jennifer was a bit of a showoff, but none of them was expecting what they saw. Jennifer stood in the sunlight of the open doorway, wearing what appeared to be nothing more than a very worn man's white shirt. It had only two buttons remaining, one near the bottom of her breasts, the other near her belly button. With her nipples trying to punch through the thin fabric it was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra. The hem of the shirt was high on her thighs, perhaps two inches below the spot where her legs came together. A light breeze toyed with the hem, exposing a pair of thin white cotton panties. The guys knew by now that Jennifer wasn't going to get upset with them for looking. In fact, they suspected she rather liked it, and look they did. Bare legs, almost to her pussy, an occasional glimpse of bikini style panties, and nipples protruding beneath a ragged shirt. Jennifer was their living wet dream and they were all glad they had been invited to go swimming with her. "You gonna go swimming in your shorts," Jennifer asked as she motioned them inside, "or do you need to change first?" "No, just what we're wearing," Donnie said as they followed Jennifer through the house. "I got a small problem..." Jennifer said over her shoulder as she led the parade. "There's no way I can wear that same suit I was wearing the other day... its not big enough and the top keeps slipping off." At her announcement, there was a collective, but almost inaudible, groan that came from the three behind her. Jennifer continued, "My other suit is broken." She avoided mention of the tanning-only suit. "So I'm going to have to wear just what I'm wearing... You don't mind, do you?" The guys were thinking something like, 'We're going to mind? ... really now... Well, she could wear a bra and panties... that would be kind of neat... but then that old shirt looks pretty good too... and when it's wet...' Gil was the first to voice approval. "Of course we don't mind... you wear whatever you want." Jennifer led them out the back door to the stairs at the shallow end of the pool. The guys stripped off their t-shirts and flip-flops before following her in. When they joined her, Jennifer was already sitting on the bottom in two feet of water, her chin barely above the surface. At first nobody had anything to say, certainly nothing of importance. The guys were sure that Jennifer's shirt would be almost transparent when wet but she hadn't stood up since they sat down. They waited patiently. Gil and Billy had positioned themselves across from Jennifer and were trying desperately to see whatever they could under the water. Donnie was sitting pretty much next to her, and although he was regularly sneaking looks at his sister, he pretended not to be interested. Jennifer finally broached a topic of considerable interest to all of them. "You know..." she said, "we really should play some kind of game... anybody got any suggestions?" Billy chimed in, "We could play keep-away." Jennifer looked at Billy. "You're just looking for an excuse to get your hands on my tits again," she said. "Thats not fair... we were just having fun and you know it," Billy countered. "He's right," Gil added. "Keep-away just happens to be a fun game, especially in a swimming pool. If it was just the three of us guys, we'd still want to play it." Donnie offered her a way out. "If you're afraid there will be too much touching, you could sit on the side and watch." Jennifer bit her lip. "Uh, no... I think I'd rather play... I know that no-one is going to do anything on purpose... especially not with my big brother here to protect me." She winked at Donnie. "Besides... I got a shirt on today." "Great!" said Billy. "You get the ball then, Jennifer... I forgot where you keep it." "Likely story... you just want to see what I look like when my shirt's wet." Jennifer snapped. Gil didn't help the situation with his remark. "Oh yeah... you looked damn fine in that shirt when it was dry... wet's really going to be a killer." Jennifer sucked on the tip of her finger a few seconds as she looked first at Gil, then Billy, then back to Gil. "Yeah, I guess you're right." she said as she turned toward Donnie and winked, "I might as well get used to it." She stood up, facing Gil and Billy. Wet, and with water dripping off, Jennifer's shirt clung to the contours of her breasts like it had been painted on. The shirt was so thin it even took on the color of her skin. After a few seconds of letting them look, Jennifer teasingly asked, "Well... can I get the ball now... or do you want to look some more?" "My God you are beautiful," Gil said. "Yeah... me too... I mean, I think so too... but yeah... uh, get the ball," Billy added. Jennifer turned and went up the stairs, knowing that three pairs of eyes were glued to her backside. With the shirt wet, the view from the back was almost as good as it was from the front. Granted, she did have panties on, but they too were so thin you could practically make out the freckles on her butt. After Jennifer was out of earshot, Donnie said to Billy and Gil, "Hey guys... c'mon... cool it a little... " "What the hell, Donnie... you know she likes it," Gil shot back. "Yeah... but she is my sister... and only just out of high-school for chrissakes..." Donnie argued. "Well, we're not about to ignore her... I mean she is so hot... surely you think so too Donnie," Billy begged Donnie for agreement. Donnie tried to sound rational, "Of course... but that doesn't change that she's still my sister..." "Well, if she was my sister, I'd fuck her," Billy snapped. "Thats a little rough, Billy," Gil piped up. "That is Donnie's sister you're talking about..." "Look, guys..." Donnie said. "I know she's hot... and I know she likes your attention... but please... take it easy... Make sure she keeps on liking it." Just then Jennifer returned with the ball. She stood at the top of the stairs, her shirt still very wet, and held the ball at her side, affording the guys a tantalizing look. Her long legs nicely accentuated the package displayed in the wet shirt. Hot Sister Jennifer went slowly down the steps, like she was making an entrance down a grand staircase. When her feet reached the bottom, she took a couple of steps toward the center of the pool, put the ball behind her, holding it with both hands, and yelled, "I've got the ball... Who's going to take it from me?" They all jumped up and lunged toward her. Three pairs of hands encircled her, trying to get the ball loose. Gil and Billy tried to come at Jennifer from the front, but from behind, Donnie grabbed her hands, forcing her to let go of the ball. As the ball came loose, Jennifer fell backward against Donnie, causing him to lose his balance and fall on his butt with Jennifer sitting on top of him. As Gil and Billy fought over the loose ball, Donnie's hands came from behind and cupped Jennifer's breasts through the shirt. She closed her hands on top of Donnie's and held them there a few seconds before turning to help him up. Jennifer winked at Donnie and glanced at the front of his shorts. Licking her lips suggestively she turned toward the other two. "Time, please," she said. "If we're going to continue playing keep-away... I need to put something else on... the buttons holding my shirt together aren't going to make it." She turned toward the stairs. "Just take it off..." Gil said. "Yeah... it isn't like we haven't seen you topless before." Billy added. Jennifer hesitated at the bottom of the stairs, appearing to consider the suggestion. "Nah," she said, "Not a good idea," and put her foot on the first step. Before she could take the second step though, Billy pleaded, "C'mon Jennifer... we want to see your tits again... please... we'll be good." Jennifer had stopped and lowered her head as Billy made his plea. Now she turned and looked first at Gil. "I don't suppose it would hurt anything." She looked at Billy. "You promise to behave?" He nodded. She turned toward Donnie. "How about you, big brother... what do you think?" "Uh... I guess it'd be okay..." Donnie said non-commitally. Then remembering what he'd said the day before, he added, "If you want to, I mean." Jennifer stood there a few seconds, seemingly deep in thought. She took her time looking first at Billy, then Gil, and finally Donnie. Still looking at Donnie, she slowly undid the two remaining buttons. The wet cloth clung to her body and stayed in place until she gripped it with her hands and spread it apart. There was a collective gasp as her breasts popped free. Jennifer avoided making eye contact while she peeled the wet garment from her shoulders and coaxed it down her arms. After she had separated it completely from her body, she threw it on the pool-deck. Jennifer turned to face the pool and the three guys. They were staring intently, their mouths hanging open. "What," she said, "They're the same tits you saw two days ago." Then she realized they were staring, not at her bare breasts, but at her panties. "Oops... I forgot how thin these are," Jennifer said with the same nonchalance as if she had just tipped over a salt shaker. With the shirt gone, and her panties wet, it was as if she wasn't wearing anything. Her pussy lips were shaved smooth and the thin wet material of her panties showed a prominent camel-toe. The little strip of hair just above her clit showed clearly as well. In spite of her near nudity, Jennifer acted like it was an everyday occurrence for her to be so exposed while in the company of three college guys. She could have easily squatted down in the water, or made some other attempt to cover herself, like with her hands, but she didn't. It was as if she might actually be enjoying the situation. "Maybe we ought to move the game into deeper water... at least up to my waist..." she chided. "I mean, come on guys... you've seen panties before... what's the big deal?" Jennifer turned and waded toward the deeper water. From the backside, the view was also spectacular. The 'big deal' was that the thin cotton panties, didn't hide much when dry, but when wet, it was like they didn't even exist. Had Jennifer been wearing a thong, her butt could not have looked any better. "Come on... lets play," she said from the middle of the pool. "Okay... but you first," Billy said as he tossed her the ball. Jennifer pushed the ball under the water and sat on it. It provided her with just enough extra height so she could sit in the deeper water and still keep her head above the surface. "I'm ready... come ahead," she said. The three guys all started toward her at once. "Stop! ... hold it!" Jennifer shouted. They were still a good ten feet away and stopped at her pleading. "Uh... this isn't going to be fair... all three of you at once," Jennifer said. "I think I got a better idea." "If you can't take it," Billy said, "do like your brother said... just watch." "Yeah... this better be good," Gil added. "Hey guys..." Donnie said, "give her a chance... it might be better than you think." Jennifer was still sitting on the ball, her tits covered by the water. She looked down and pinched her nipples a couple of times. Still holding her nipples, she looked up and said, "It might be better... you want to hear about it." Three heads nodded in unison. She turned loose of her nipples. "Then listen carefully... it is kind of complicated... should be fun though," she said. "The person with the ball is it," she began to explain. "The first person... other than it... who hasn't had a turn yet... gets sixty seconds to try and take the ball away... The other two watch. Got it so far?" Jennifer was met with three puzzled looks, but all eventually nodded. Jennifer continued, "At the end of the sixty seconds... the person with the ball is the new it... or still it... and the next person in line gets a turn." "How do we know who's next?" Billy asked. "Alphabetical... Billy... you're first... then Donnie... Gil... finally me," Jennifer responded. "But if you were it that round you don't get a turn 'til the next round." "Sixty seconds? ... Who's the timer," Gil asked. "Duh... Use your head Gil..." Donnie chastised. "The clock on the back of the house has a second hand... anyone watching can do it... even you..." Gil back-pedaled, "Yeah, yeah... I got it... lets play, then." "Hold on a minute..." Jennifer stood up. "One more point." Her panties might have still been hidden by the water but her bare breasts got instant attention. "Looks like two points to me," Billy quipped, "and nice points too." Jennifer looked down at her boobs. "Uh... I guess the cold water is making 'em kinda hard." "Ain't the cold water doing thu... thu... that," Gil stammered as Jennifer took hold of each nipple. "Oh shit! ... I ain't believing this!" Still looking down, Jennifer rolled her nipples between her thumbs and forefingers. Mouths opened and tongues hung out as the guys stared longingly. Donnie remembered that he had told Jennifer yesterday, it was okay for her to 'play', but he thought this might be going too far. Jennifer dropped her hands to her side and looked up. "As Billy said... there are really two points... first... you can't do anything thats going to hurt anyone... but second... distracting someone... making the other person think about something other than the ball... that's okay." "Uh... does that mean..." Gil started. "I thought you were the one that was anxious to get started," Jennifer interrupted. "Just play the game... you'll figure it out quick enough." She sat back down on the ball. "C'mon Billy... you're first... somebody start timing soon as he gets to me." Billy dove headlong the last couple of feet, trying to knock Jennifer off the ball. With her hands holding the ball tightly, she pushed back a foot or two just as a Billy reached her, keeping him from knocking her off balance. Billy sputtered to the surface on his knees in front of Jennifer. With only forty seconds to go Billy said, "Remember... you made the rules." His hands moved forward along the tops of Jennifer's thighs. Jennifer was sure she knew what was about to happen but Donnie had told her that as long as it was just playing, it was okay with him. Jennifer wasn't sure what it was going to be like to have someone else's hand inside her panties, but she didn't think it would be so bad -- might even be fun. Whatever, Jennifer was not going to lose the ball. Donnie was next and she wasn't about to give up that opportunity. As Billy's hands contacted the front of her panties, Jennifer caught her breath, waiting for the inevitable, but then, just as Gil called out the fifteen second mark, Billy's hands shot upward and closed on her breasts. His touch was gentle. As his fingers caressed the mounds of flesh, his palms brushed her nipples. As Gil called 'time', Jennifer took hold of Billy's hands and carefully removed them from her breasts. "I'm not sure who got distracted," she said. "I've still got the ball though... but thanks... I think I liked that." As Billy headed back to sit next to Gil at the shallow end of the pool, Donnie waded toward Jennifer. "Be prepared to lose the ball," he said as he approached her. "I was figuring I would," Jennifer responded, "but you seem more determined that I expected." Just then, Gil hollered, "Sixty seconds." Donnie dove under and tried to pry the ball loose from Jennifer's hands, but her hands were only part of her grip -- she was also holding it in place with her weight. Donnie came to the surface empty handed. "Billy seemed more interested in playing with my titties than in the ball," Jennifer said. "Tell me why you want it so bad." "Thats why I want the ball," Donnie said. "I could tell from the expression on your face he was doing something. Gil isn't getting the same chance." "Fifteen seconds," called out Gil. Donnie took Jennifer's head in his hands and pressed his lips against hers. Her lips parted and his tongue shot between her teeth. She started to fall over backward and put out her hands to catch herself. When she did, Donnie knocked her off the ball and snatched it up, just as Gil called 'time'. Lurching back to the surface, Jennifer spit out some pool water, gulped in a lungful of air and said, "Whew! ... That was worth losing the ball for. Keep Billy and Gil from getting it... I want a re-match." "Kissing your own sister, huh," Gil said to Donnie as he waded toward him. "I knew you weren't the saint you've been pretending to be." "Mind your own business, creep," Donnie fired "You're just jealous." "Sixty seconds," called out Billy as Jennifer sat down next to him. As the struggle for the ball began between Donnie and Gil, Billy turned to Jennifer, "Gil actually is jealous. He has really got the hots for you." "Well you haven't exactly been running the other way," Jennifer observed. "Hey, look... I'm the dumb jock of the bunch... you know... gotta be a blond airhead with big tits for me... Don't get the wrong idea though... I think you're cute... you're sexy... and smart too... I wish I had a sister just like you... It's not hard to figure why Donnie's so crazy about you." Bill looked up at the clock. "Thirty seconds." "Crazy about me? ... I didn't think he even noticed me until you guys came over here a couple of days ago." "Look... Donnie could have any girl he wants but he almost never dates," Billy said. Jennifer gave him a puzzled look. Billy continued. "He compares every one of them to you. They don't measure up." Billy announced, "Fifteen seconds." "But he..." Jennifer started. "...never comes on to you," Billy finished. "He's your brother... He knows better... Doesn't mean he doesn't care though..." Billy hollered, "Time!" Donnie had hung onto the ball. As Billy got up to try his turn at taking it away he said, "Donnie understands that with you and me, its just playing. He knows I understand what 'no' means. He's not so sure about Gil." Sitting down was providing at least partial cover for Jennifer's bare breasts. and sitting down, even in two feet of water, had caused her transparent panties to be all but forgotten. As Gil approached, however, Jennifer got up, exposing her breasts and once again drawing attention to her almost non-existent panties. Up to this point, Jennifer had been okay with the stares and lewd remarks her state of undress had elicited. Now, however, considering what Billy had just told her, she wasn't totally comfortable with the looks she was getting from Gil. "Call the time, Gil." Then Jennifer yelled," I'm going in the house a minute... Anybody want anything?" As she mounted the stairs, she looked back to see if Gil was watching her. He was and she was glad she had decided on this time for her bath-room break. She was glad she wasn't going to be alone with Gil, not even for a couple of minutes. Donnie, Billy and Gil had been watching Jennifer topless for close to an hour now and were well aware that she was wearing nothing but a very thin pair of cotton panties that had become almost transparent when soaked with the pool water. Still they paused in their conversation to watch Jennifer as she exited the back of the house and walked toward them. There was something especially sexy about Jennifer's lack of concern over her own modesty. She showed little concern for her near nudity or the effect it was having on her male companions. All eyes watched as she entered the pool and waded toward her brother and his friends. Jennifer was, of course, topless, but standing alongside the guys in the shallow end of the pool, provided no coverage for her wet and nearly transparent panties. "Donnie still has the ball," groused Gil, "so its your turn to try and take it from him." "We can go to the deeper water if you want," Donnie suggested, looking at Jennifer's wet panties. "If you think we should," Jennifer answered. She looked downward and made a minor adjustment to her panties with her thumbs. Glancing at Billy and Gil she added somewhat sarcastically, "Its probably a little late though to be trying to hide anything." "Just trying to be a good brother," Donnie said as he took a couple of steps away and sat on the ball. "Give us some room guys... somebody call time." Billy and Gil scrambled away in the opposite direction. Billy looked at the clock as Jennifer reached Donnie. "Sixty seconds," he shouted. Jennifer stopped a couple of feet in front of Donnie, her wet panties at eye level with him. She put her hands on her hips. "You don't think you're going to keep that ball do you?" she asked teasingly. Donnie attempted to look upward, into Jennifer's eyes, but couldn't get past the sight of her bare breasts. He studied her perfect orbs for a couple of seconds, then let his gaze drift slowly downward, past her belly-button ring, and across her smooth stomach to the swatch of wet cotton that was getting ever closer to his face as Jennifer came toward him. "Uh... no," Donnie answered, "but I think I'm going to enjoy losing it." Billy called out the thirty second mark as Jennifer straddled Donnie's legs and sat down abruptly on his lap, her bare tits, inches from his face. She pressed her panties against the bulge in Donnie's shorts and whispered, "Lick my nipples." Donnie's tongue flicked out and made contact with one of them. She squirmed in his lap, pressing her panty covered pussy against the hard spot in his shorts. She snatched the nipple away from his tongue, then grabbed the back of his head and pulled his greedy mouth onto the other one. "Holy Shit!" said Gil, watching the scene not ten feet away, "and he's her brother?" "Fifteen seconds," yelled Billy. Then to Gil, he added, "I think he just forgot about that part." "Get rid of your friends," Jennifer whispered to Donnie, "I'll fix us some lunch." Donnie let go of the ball and squeezed Jennifer's butt. "Then they'll know something's going on between us." Jennifer put her mouth to Donnie's ear. "I don't care", she said. "Do you?" "I, I guess not," replied Donnie. Jennifer knocked him over in the water and scooped up the ball just as Billy announced 'time'. "I won," she announced, holding the ball over her head. "Uh... you might have the ball," said Gil, "but It looked to me like Donnie was the real winner." "Yeah, I think I understand that distraction stuff now," Billy joked. "I'm next." Donnie was once again on his feet. "Hey, I'm really sorry," he said, "but we're going to have to quit." "Are you shitting me?" Billy blurted out, "and just when its my turn?" "Please... can't help it," Donnie apologized, "but Jennifer and I have got some family stuff we have to take care of... before Mom gets home." "Don't worry about it, we'll leave," Gil piped up. "We understand... We saw some of that, uh... family... stuff... when you two were just playing." Gil had held up his hands, making quote marks signs, when he said 'family'. Donnie was speechless. He felt he had just crossed some sort of line. Gil and Billy climbed out the pool, picked up their flip-flops and t-shirts and headed toward the gate. Over his shoulder, Billy said, "We'll be at my house... if you get time for us, that is." "I'll be there soon," Donnie yelled as the gate snapped shut. "Just give me a few minutes with my sister." "That was rough, I'm sure," said Jennifer. "Yeah... well it's been brewing ever since the beginning of the summer when I moved in with Dad," Donnie said. "I just wasn't ready to admit it." "Uh huh... me too... I mean... uh... You were talking about us weren't you." "Of course," Donnie said emphatically. "Can we go in the house?" Jennifer looked into Donnie's eyes. "Kiss me first... like you did when you took the ball away." Donnie took a step toward Jennifer, narrowing the distance between them. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers. Still afraid he shouldn't be touching his sister's body, he kept his hands at his side. Jennifer, although more than a year younger, had no such reservations. She closed the remaining distance between them and putting her hands around Donnie's waist, pulled his body into hers. As their tongues became entwined, his hands encircled her butt and grabbed hold of her wet panties. As they continued to kiss, Donnie moved his hand slowly up Jennifer's side, caressing the bare flesh along the way. His fingertips reached the side of her breast and danced lightly across the skin, coming ever nearer to their ultimate prey, one of the rock-hard nipples that was currently pressed against his chest. As he was about to realize his quest, Jennifer, still in tease mode, broke their kiss and said, "I promised you lunch." Donnie stepped back and eyed Jennifer with a look of befuddlement. After a brief pause he said, "That you did." Still not sure what was going on, Donnie took Jennifer's hand and led her up the steps of the pool, toward the back-door of the house, hoping he would have the answer soon. On a shelf, inside the back-door, was a pile of fresh towels. Jennifer took one for herself and handed another to Donnie. Although they studied each other intently as they toweled off, nothing of consequence was said by either. After drying off and patting the moisture out of her panties, Jennifer wrapped the towel around herself. As Donnie threw his damp towel into the soiled linen basket, Jennifer said, "I know this doesn't make a bit of sense... I have been running around practically naked in front of you and your friends for like... at least the last hour... But for some stupid reason I want to put some clothes on... Would you mind terribly?" Donnie hesitated, then said, "Truthfully? ... I was feeling a bit uncomfortable myself... us being alone in the house and all... No, you put on whatever makes you comfortable... I'll go out in the yard and get my shirt and flip-flops."