0 comments/ 141051 views/ 4 favorites Teasing Sister By: MexicanRon Recently, I went to visit my sister Linda and her husband Dave, and she brought up the subject about how we used to tease guys when we were teenagers. “Don’t you ever feel guilty about what we used to do, Bonnie?” Linda said. “I mean those poor guys—it’s a wonder we didn’t get raped.” “Heck no. I still do it every chance I get. Don’t you ever tease Dave?” I said. “I bet you’d both love it. It’s a kind of foreplay. First you tease, then you please.” Then our conversation took a strange turn. Linda told me that Dave had been a little inattentive lately, so she thought it might put him in the mood if I teased him. “What about me?” I said, laughing. “I do all the work and you get all the fun. You know teasing gets me all hot and bothered. Remember how we used to have to go up to our room and play with ourselves after teasing some poor guy to death.” Her face reddened. I knew she was thinking about those times—about watching me play with my pussy while I watched her. “I could always loan you my vibrator,” she said. I laughed. “Okay, I’ll do it, but you have to promise you won’t get mad at me.” After our conversation, I borrowed a pair of scissors and went upstairs to get ready. First, I took a tight pair of jeans and made them into cut-offs. I made sure they would be short enough so that the cheeks of my ass would be sticking out in the back and in the front there would only be the narrowest of strips covering my pussy. Thong jeans, I guess you could call them. Next, I took a pink T-shirt and cut it so short that the undersides of my breasts would almost be visible. No panties, no bra, of course. Looking at myself in the mirror I knew I looked hot and slutty, that Dave was sure to like my outfit, but I was worried that Sis might think I was going too far. After all, it was her husband that I was going to be teasing. When I came into the living room, Dave looked up from the baseball game he was watching and gave me a wolf whistle. The way he was staring at me sent a little thrill through me, and I could feel my nipples getting stiff. I walked over to him and gave him a little kiss on the cheek, making sure my boobs rubbed against his arm. “You’re so sweet,” I said to him. I turned to Linda and said, “It’s not too much is it?” “If you’ve got it, flaunt it,” she said. “But come here a minute, Bonnie, before Dave finds out that you’re not a real blonde.” “What do you mean?” “It’s these little dark pubic hairs,” Linda grinned. “They’re sticking out. Do you want me to put them back in for you?” she asked, her fingers stopping just short of my crotch. “Yes, thanks,” I whispered. God, she was going all out. Very slowly she brushed the hairs neatly back up under my crotch. Then Linda surprised me. Her fingers seemed to linger for a second on the lips of my pussy before she withdrew them. Behind me I heard Dave groan, and my pussy really started tingling. Linda winked at me. “I think Dave liked watching that, don’t you?” she said. I couldn’t answer because I was stunned and confused. Stunned, because my sister had touched my pussy. Confused, because for some odd reason I wished she’d do it again. Later, while Linda was preparing dinner, Dave and I went outside on their fenced-in patio where we were going to eat because it was so nice out. I stretched out on a chaise lounge across from the picnic table where Dave was sitting and watching the game on a small portable TV. I spread my legs and arranged myself in such a way that my T-shirt was scrunched up and barely covering my stiff nipples, and the narrow strip of cloth at my crotch was splitting the lips of my pussy. Dave kept looking up from the game to stare at me. His eyes were all over me. I was so hot I really wanted him to fuck me, even if he was Linda’s husband. I mean he is a good-looking guy. I hoped Sis hadn’t been kidding about letting me use her vibrator. I got up and walked over to him. Pretending to be interested in the game, I stood next to him and pressed up against him. He put his arm around my hips and cupped one of my cheeks where it was sticking out of my cut-offs and gently stroked it. As his other hand went up under my T-shirt so he could play with my nipples, he groaned and then nuzzled his face against my tummy. Before I could stop him, he unsnapped my jeans and wormed his hand inside. “God, I wanna fuck you, baby,” he said, cupping my pussy in his big hand. “Now what kind of a girl would I be if I let my sister’s husband fuck me. You better save that nice big hard-on for her,” I said in my best teasing voice. He muttered something about Linda, but before I could ask him what he’d said, she came outside and started serving dinner. Even though I knew that she must have seen him hurriedly pull his hand out of my pants, she acted as if nothing had been going on. During dinner, I managed to calm down some. After eating, I stretched out on the chaise again to let my food digest. Just as I was getting relaxed, Linda came over and sat down beside me on the lounger. She took my breath away when she suddenly reached out and lifted my top up over my breasts. “Look, Dave,” she said, “doesn’t she have some of the nicest boobs you’ve ever seen?” “Hunh-huh,” I heard him say. I hurriedly tried to cover myself with my hands. “Sis, what are you doing?” “I’m just letting Dave have a good look at what you’ve been teasing him with all afternoon.” She brushed my hands away. “I think she likes the attention, honey. Look at how stiff her nipples are.” She gently squeezed one. “I think you’re going too far, Linda … Oohhh,” then I couldn’t talk anymore because she was now kneeling beside the chaise and sucking on one of my breasts. “Jeez-uz, Linda,” I heard Dave say as he knelt on the other side of me and started sucking my other boob. Linda lifted her head up and came around between my legs and started pulling my cut-offs down off my legs. Without even thinking about it, I lifted my hips to help her. She paused and looked down at my pussy. The way she was looking at it made me shiver. “You set this whole thing up, didn’t you?” I said. “You know what teasing does to me—how hot I get.” “Hunh-huh. It wasn’t Dave I wanted to get in the mood. It was you. We both wanna do you—it’s our all-time favorite fantasy. You can’t know how long I’ve wanted to do this,” she said, as she began to lower her head. “Go ahead, do it to me,” I moaned. “Eat my pussy.” Then her mouth was on my pussy. I think she said something to Dave about how tasty my pussy was, but it was hard to tell with her mouth buried in my crotch. Myself, I can’t even describe how good it felt. She knew exactly what to do to make me crazy. As my stomach tightened in pleasure, I heard someone screaming in sexual excitement. I didn’t even know that I was the one making all the noise, until Linda lifted her head and told Dave, “Honey, you better do something to keep her quiet or the neighbors’ll hear.” He quit sucking on my nipples, grinned, and then stood up and unsnapped his shorts. As Linda went back to work on my pussy, he leaned over me and stuck his big dick in my mouth. Of course, that only made everything better, and it wasn’t long before I had the best orgasm ever. After a few minutes, Linda said to Dave, “Go ahead and fuck her, honey. Fuck the teasing little bitch good.” “I intend to,” he said. I was so wet his big dick slid in easily. Propping himself up on his arms, he began slow fucking me, getting it in nice and deep. As I began to build toward another orgasm, I felt the chaise shift, and I looked up to see a naked Linda kneeling over my face. I looked up past her flat tummy and her big boobs to her grinning face. “I think it’s my turn to keep you quiet,” she said, lowering her pussy to where it was just barely touching my lips. It smelled delicious. “Ohhh hell yes,” I moaned, grabbing her tight ass and pulling her to me. Linda wasn’t the only one who had been fantasizing all these years. Teasing Sister Ch. 01 Ron Phillips sat on his parent's couch flipping the channels with the remote, trying to find something worth watching on a Sunday morning. He had gotten home from college a week before and was just enjoying his summer. Ron's eighteen year old sister, Trish, had just a few more days until her graduation from high-school. Ever since they were teenagers, he'd always had a crush on his younger sister. Ron had noticed from the moment he arrived home that his sister had really filled out well while he was away. Trish started to develop early and she had always had a great body, but now it was more womanly. Her curves were still subtle around the hips, but her breasts were fuller and rounder while she still retained her tight ass and flat belly. Just then, Ron heard a noise and turned towards the stairs in time to see his sister tying the belt on her short robe. "Mornin', bro," Trish said as she passed by him in the living room on her way to the kitchen. "Mornin' to you too," Ron replied. "Where're mom and dad?" "They left for Aunt Meg and Uncle John's this morning, remember?" Ron answered. "Yeah, it's coming back to me now," Trish said as she sat down in the big stuffed chair right across from Ron with a bowl of cereal. "Got any plans for today?" Ron asked. "I gotta study for a psychology final tomorrow. So after I eat, I'm gonna take a shower and study in my room," Trish spoke between mouthfuls of cereal. "Oh, then I'll try not to disturb you," Ron said looking over at Trish. She was setting in the chair with both feet on the floor and her knees apart enough for Ron to see the color of the panties she was wearing. "Awww, thanks bro, you're so sweet," Trish said smiling sweetly at her brother. "So, what's on?" Trish set her cereal bowl on the end table and slouched down in the big chair as she looked at the television. This simple move accomplished three things. First, it caused the belt on Trish's robe to loosen, making the top half of her robe fall to the sides of her breasts. Second, the downward motion of her hips in the chair had caused Trish's panties to stretch tight over her slit, which Ron could clearly see as Trish's legs had also fallen farther apart. Her entire slit was clearly visible through the thin, white panties (thong? G-string?) and it was obvious to Ron that his sister shaved. ("Is that a damp spot I see?") And finally, since Ron had gotten up before Trish, he had already showered and had just pulled on a pair of sweatpants. His dick had started to harden inside his sweatpants, and he knew it was only just a matter of time before he'd be sporting a tent in his pants if he didn't look away soon or think about something else. To make matters worse, Trish arched her back and stretched her arms. In doing so, she pushed her breasts out from the robe. Ron noticed that she was wearing a nearly paper-thin white tank top. Ron could also see Trish's hard nipples poking out proudly from under the shirt. "Her nipples seemed to always be hard," Ron thought to himself. The whole time, Trish's eyes never left the television. It was almost like she knew that Ron was looking at her and she didn't want to catch him. Thankfully, just as the main pole was about to rise the tent, Trish stood up. "Well, I'm gonna take my shower and hit the books," Trish said, "Have a good day," Trish smiled as she went upstairs. Ron's dick continued to grow to its full six and a half inches inside his sweatpants though. "Thank the stars she's gone," Ron muttered to himself as he pulled the elastic waistband of his sweatpants out with the thumb of his left hand, slipped his right hand inside and stroked his dick six or seven times before adjusting it. It wasn't unusual for Trish to stay home all day and study. Not only was she the beauty of her class, she was the brains too. An honor student all the way through high-school, Trish had no qualms about putting school before her social activities. Ron contemplated going into the downstairs bathroom and jerking off, but he decided against it. He really enjoyed the intense orgasms he had at night jerking off after he'd been horny all day. So instead, he continued to flip through the channels, settling on a rerun of an old favorite movie, and tried to actually concentrate on it. At the top of the stairs, Trish had stopped and stood quietly looking down and watching her brother. She stood with her hand to her mouth as she witnessed him pulling his sweatpants out with one hand, completely exposing himself to her from her vantage point, and stroke it a few times before he put it away. "Damn, he's fine," she whispered under her heavy breaths while fully aware how wet she was between the legs. Quietly, she slipped down the hall and into the bathroom. Trish knew Ron had been checking her out for the past two years. The first time she noticed, she thought it was rather odd that here own bother was looking at her that way. He was a hunk and the girls flocked around him. So why would he be looking at his own sister like that? Soon, though, it started to turn Trish on and she began to subtly, but purposefully, tease him. She had gotten more daring as time went by, but always remembered to never let on to Ron that she knew he was watching her. She found herself missing Ron more and more every time he came home, then left again for school. This last semester her body had changed since the last time he had seen her, and Trish had decided this summer, at every opportunity, she was going to show him more than he'd ever seen before. By now, Trish's panties were soaked. She nearly tore her clothes off in the bathroom and jumped into the shower stall. Immediately, she went to work with both fingers and the shower massage head. Ron's dick had finally gone down, and after three hours of watching television and two cans of soft drink, Ron had to take a piss. He decided to use the upstairs bathroom so he could get a magazine out of his room. He turned down the hall and noticed Trish's bedroom door was open. As he passed by her door, he glanced in and immediately stopped. Trish was sitting up in her bed with her back against the wall. In her hands, she held her psychology book and appeared to be reading. Her legs were bent with her feet on the edge of the bed. The book leaned back against her spread thighs and once again, Ron had a clear view of his sister's panty-covered crotch. The thin material was stretched tightly over her outlined slit. Ron stood for a moment just staring. After a minute, Trish looked up over her book. "What's up?" she asked, bringing Ron out of his daze. "Uhhh, nothing," Ron stumbled. "I, uh, just was gonna ask how everything was going and if you were alight?" "Awww, thanks. Everything's great," Trish smiled. She put down her book and stood up. Ron could now see Trish was wearing a tight, white t-shirt and apparently nothing else underneath. Her nipples clearly stood out against her top. "I'm gonna use the bathroom and maybe get a drink," she said as she walked past Ron. He turned to watch her go and noticed her panties were nothing more than a g-string. He could easily see the thin string coming out of the crack of her gorgeous ass. As Trish was about to go into the bathroom, Ron called to her. "Trish, ummm, what do you want to drink and I'll get it for you while you're in there." "You will? Ok then, Pepsi," she smiled back at Ron. "And thanks, you're being so sweet to me, bro. I'll have to think of a way to repay you." While Ron was thinking getting her a drink would be an excuse to come back up here and maybe get more glimpses of his sexy sister, Trish was thinking that she had to give Ron credit. He had managed to leave her alone for three hours, but after her display downstairs this morning, she was sure he'd be coming back for more. She decided to turn up the heat a little. Getting back to her room first, Trish removed her t-shirt and dug in her dresser drawer. She pulled out another t-shirt. This one was also white and tight, but it had been cut off at the bottom. Trish stood in front of her dresser with her back to the doorway. She slipped her arms into the shirt, but held it at her waist and giggled. Trish knew her reflection in the big dresser mirror would be visible to Ron if he stood in the doorway. She waited until she heard him coming back up the stairs, then raised her arms above her head and began slipping the shirt down over her head. Trish heard Ron stop in the doorway to her room. As Ron entered Trish's room, he saw her standing in front of him with a t-shirt over her head. He was about to say something when he caught her reflection in the dresser mirror. He nearly dropped Trish's drink. His sister's breasts were fully exposed as she struggled to get her t-shirt down over her head. His glimpse only lasted about three seconds before Trish pulled her shirt down, but Ron thought her breasts were exquisite. They were round and firm looking, with small areola and nipples that protruded about a half an inch. When she pulled the shirt down, Ron saw that it was only half a shirt. Trish turned around and smiled at Ron. "It was getting hot in here, so I decided to change." Ron just stood there, dumfounded. "Is that for me?" Trish asked as she pointed. Ron looked down and was horrified to see that his cock was fully erect and tenting his sweatpants straight out. He was about to say something until he noticed that Trish was pointing to the can of Pepsi in his hand. "Uhh, yeah," Ron said holding the can out to her. Trish stepped up and took the can from Ron. She appeared to not even notice the massive erection he was sporting. "Thanks," she smiled at him and lightly touched his hand as she took the drink can from him. She walked over and hopped back up on her bed. Her tits lightly bounced beneath the cut off shirt that barely covered them. "Guess I'll get back to the books, unless you needed me for something?" "Uhh, no, I'll leave you alone then," Ron said as he stepped out of the room. Trish smiled knowingly to herself behind her book. She really had him horny now, and she was getting that way herself. Trish rolled over on her stomach and pretended to read. If only he knew she had already taken her psychology final. Ron wanted to go and jerk off so badly now, but he forced himself not to do it. He told himself that later that night, he would explode in a powerful orgasm which would be his most intense ever. It was a full thirty minutes before his cock returned to normal. He went to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator door. It was now around three-thirty and he was getting hungry. "I wonder if Trish is hungry?" Ron asked himself. About forty-five minutes had gone by when Trish heard Ron coming back up the stairs again. She was lying on her stomach, with her perfect ass in the air. Trish pretended to read and could soon feel his presence in her doorway. Trish continued to pretend to read while she also pretended not to know Ron was standing there. After perhaps a minute, Trish was about to look up when Ron cleared his throat. "Knock, knock," he said. "Hi," Trish said, "everything alright?" "Yeah," Ron said. He knew his prick was growing. "I didn't mean to bother you, but I was going to make something to eat and was wondering if you wanted anything?" "I swear, you're just being so sweet," Trish said. "I'm gonna owe you a really big one for all the wonderful things you do for me." Just then, she rolled over on her side to face Ron. In doing so, her movements caused her already skimpy t-shirt to ride up, exposing the bottoms of each breast. "I'll just have whatever you've got." "I beg your pardon?" Ron said. He shook his head, absolutely sure he didn't hear what he thought he just heard. "I'll just have whatever you're having," Trish said. "Oh, ok then. I'll bring it up," Ron said as he turned to leave. Twenty minutes later, Ron brought up a ham and cheese sandwich with chips and a couple dill pickles to his sister. He set the plate down in front of Trish, as she lay on her side still with the bottoms of her breasts exposed. "Mine's downstairs, I don't want to disturb you," he said as he turned to leave. "Alright, thanks, bro," Trish spoke. "Oh, I love dill pickle juice!" she squealed. Trish picked up a pickle by its little stem and tipped her head back. She lowered the pickle to her mouth and wrapped her lips around it. Ron almost choked as Trish slid the pickle in and out of her mouth, sucking the juice off it. Although Ron was only torturing himself, he couldn't help but to keep going back upstairs to Trish's room. Thirty minutes later, he went back up to get her dishes. Thirty minutes after that, he went up to see if she wanted him to quiz her. Thirty minutes after that, he went up because he couldn't find the liquid soap for the laundry. After two hours, he was running out of excuses to go up there. Another hour had passed, and still he could not come up with another legitimate reason to bother his sister again. He was even starting to feel less embarrassed about getting an erection in front of his sister, since she hadn't even seemed to notice. He was about to give up when he heard Trish call to him from upstairs. "Ron, can you come up here?" "Sure," he called back and went upstairs. Trish had propped up her pillows behind her back and was reclining against the headboard. He legs were stretched out, slightly spread, her t-shirt still pulled up on her breasts. "Come over here, I wanted to ask you something," Trish waved to Ron. He stood beside her bed, his eyes momentarily taking in the entire length of her beauty before coming to rest on hers. "You've been coming up here all day long, and I don't mind a bit because I love your company, but I noticed that every time you do, you leave with a bit of a problem." "I do?" Ron asked. "What problem?" "The same one that's starting to come up right now." Ron saw Trish avert her eyes and knew she was staring right at his cock. Knowing this, his cock grew twice as fast. Trish moved to the edge of her bed and sat with her face just inches away from Ron's erection. "You've been so sweet to me all day, and I told you I was gonna have to owe you a big one." "And what would that be?" Ron asked anxiously. "Why, to help you with your problem," Trish replied with a naughty smile. She reached out to Ron's hips and began to slide down his sweatpants. Ron started to step back, but Trish grabbed his hips and brought him gently forward. "I only want to help." She resumed lowering Ron's sweatpants. When the elastic waistband was against the base of his cock, Trish pulled the elastic out and then over the tip of Ron's cock. She continued until Ron's sweatpants were below his knees. She looked up at him and smiled. Ron's cock was already dripping precum. Trish sat back up. Now Ron's cock was just inches from her mouth. With that naughty smile still on her face, Trish reached out and wrapped her hand around Ron's shaft. Slowly, she began to move her hand up and down the length of his shaft. Ron could feel the strength begin to drain from his muscles as Trish stroked his cock. Trish had only meant to jerk her brother off, but with his thick cock just inches from her face and leaking all that wonderful juice, Trish couldn't resist. Continuing to stroke Ron's shaft, Trish leaned forward and stuck out her tongue. Ron's precum had leaked out of the tip of his cock in one long string. Trish held his cock up and lowered her head to catch the end of the string on her tongue. Keeping her tongue extended, she began to move her head up, catching the entire string on her tongue. When Trish reached the tip of Ron's cock, she ran her tongue up the underside of the head and up over the slit. Ron's knees almost buckled and he let out a moan. Trish licked his cock again, and again Ron moaned. Slowly, Trish began licking the entire head, then started licking down the shaft. Down one side and up the other, stopping long enough to tickle his swollen balls with the tip of her tongue as she licked. When she reached the top again, Trish opened her mouth and took the head of Ron's cock into her mouth. She sucked on it hard while she stroked the shaft. Ron was seeing stars as Trish worked more and more of his cock into her mouth. Ron's cock tasted so good Trish couldn't get enough of it. She tried to take as much of it into her mouth as she could. Trish was so into the blowjob she was giving her brother that she did not protest one bit when Ron reached down and pulled her t-shirt up over her breasts. Soon, Ron was squeezing and pinching her breasts. Trish moaned around his cock when he pulled on her nipples. Ron was pumping his cock in and out of Trish's mouth at a good pace and could feel his cock getting ready to explode. "Oh, Trish, I'm gonna cum!" Ron moaned. Trish popped his cock out of her mouth and leaned back on her hands, pushing her breasts out. "Cum on my tits! Cum all over me!" Trish moaned. Ron grabbed his shaft and pumped it about three times before he felt an electric shock course through his entire body that almost caused him to pass out. Spurt after spurt erupted from the tip of his cock. Trish was staring down at him and the first three blasts hit her square in the face, the last one catching her with her mouth open. The next four blasts covered her tits. Finally the last two blasts, as well as the dribble, landed on her stomach. Trish was creaming her panties as she was being covered in her brother's cum. "Mmmmm, look at all this delicious cum," she moaned as she began rubbing it all over herself, then licking off her fingers. Ron was slowly coming out of his sexual stupor. He had just had the most intense orgasm ever and shot an enormous load all over his sister. It was in her hair, on her face, in her mouth, on her tits and on her stomach, and she was rubbing it all over herself. Ron fell to his knees in front of Trish and rested his head on her legs. He could smell her scent and breathed her in deeply. After a moment, he raised his head and smiled up at his sister. "My turn." Ron reached up and practically tore Trish's g-string off. She weakly protested but knew she couldn't fight him off, nor did she exactly want to. Kneeling on the floor, Ron pushed Trish's legs apart. Her shaven pussy came into view and Ron licked his lips. He wasted little time and dove right into her juicy pussy. Ron's tongue worked magic on Trish's horny pussy. He sucked on her lips, pulling them away from her body, opening her up for him. When he began running his tongue up and down her slit, Trish grabbed a handful of his hair and began moving back on the bed, pulling Ron up with her. When he began flicking his tongue over her clit, Trish began to squirm and moan. And when he shoved two fingers up her pussy and began moving them in and out, she could hold back no longer and came on his fingers. Trish came so hard on his fingers that her eyes glazed over and all she could see was light and dark. A tidal wave of pleasure overtook her entire body and bathed it in an incredible warmth. Trish shook all over as her climax spread through her. So caught up in it she was, that she didn't feel the bed moving or her legs being spread apart. Trish looked up and saw Ron over her. She could feel him between her legs and she could feel his cock pressing against her opening. "Oh, yes big brother, fuck me hard," Trish moaned. Ron began pushing his thick cock into Trish's tight opening. They each held their breaths while he pushed against her, then let it out when his cockhead was inside. Slowly, Ron slid into his sister's very wet pussy and didn't stop until his balls were pressed up against her ass. Ron's cock may have only been six and a half inches long, but it was thicker than average and that was what Trish liked best. Teasing Sister Ch. 01 As Ron's cock bottomed out inside her pussy, Trish threw her legs up and locked her ankles behind Ron's back. She loved the way his cock stretched her pussy wide. When he began pulling out and pushing back in, she dug her ankles into his ass and tried to pull him back in. "Fuck me harder!" Trish moaned. "Fuck my tight pussy. Oh, your cock feels so good in my pussy. Fuck! Oh, fuck my pussy hard!" Ron picked up the pace until he was fucking his sister so hard he knew he would soon fill her up. He tried to distract himself to hold off as long as he could. "Oh, Trish, I'm gonna cum soon!" Ron yelled. "Yeah, baby, cum in me! Cum in my pussy! I want to feel you cum in my pussy!" Trish begged as she humped back at his piston-like cock. That was enough to send Ron over the edge. "Here it cums, baby!" he yelled. "Yeah, give it to me! Give me all that hot cum right in my pussy!" Trish screamed. With one last grunt and thrust, Ron's balls erupted, sending stream after stream of hot cum deep inside his sister's pussy. Feeling Ron's cock spasm inside her, then feeling his warm cum being deposited in her steamy pussy, Trish lost control of her body. She began to shake uncontrollably as her pussy contracted around Ron's thick cock. It gripped and released it, milking it for every last drop of precious juice. Both siblings were drenched in sweat and panting when Ron finally pulled out of Trish's pussy, much to her chagrin, and lay down beside her. Ten minutes had passed before their breathing returned to something normal. Trish was the first to speak. "That was the most incredible fuck I've ever had." "You're not the only one," Ron said as he wiped the sweat from his forehead. "Trish, I have a confession to make." "What, that you've had a crush on me for years and often stare at my body?" she asked. "Too late, I already know. But don't worry about it, the feeling is mutual. Why do you think I've teased you all this time?" Just then the phone rang. "I better get that," Ron said as he slowly got out of bed. He went down the hall to his parent's room to answer the phone. Trish could hear him down the hall muttering, but couldn't make out what he was saying. A few moments later, Ron returned to her room wearing a smile on his face and another throbbing erection. "That was Mom. It seems Dad and Uncle John went out drinking and Dad got drunk. Mom doesn't want to drive the five hours back here at night, so they're going to spend the night there. I'm suppose to tell you to get to bed on time and don't be late for school tomorrow." "So, how do you suppose we pass the time tonight?" Trish asked as she scooted over on the bed to make room for Ron to lie next to her. "I'm sure we'll think of something," Ron replied as he stroked his cock. Teasing Sister's Boyfriend Melanie was driving home from church. She had skipped out on lunch with her sister and their parents because she was so tired of hearing how messed up her life was, as opposed to her perfect sister, Maggie's life. It was true that the sisters were opposites. Maggie was 21, exactly two years older than Melanie, and a very rules oriented girl. Prudish, thought Melanie, but that was a good thing as far as her parents were concerned. Maggie was pretty enough, she supposed, but Melanie knew that Maggie was nothing compared to herself. While both were thin and roughly the same height, that's about where the similarities ended. Both girls were thin, but Maggie had A cups while Melanie had C cups. Additionally Maggie always had a sensible short haircut, opposed to Melanie's long blonde hair. Lastly, while Maggie wasn't necessarily out of shape, she didn't do anything to try to maintain or improve her conditioning. Melanie wasn't a full time student like Maggie, and Melanie worked as a personal trainer practically every day. The result was that she was toned, her abs were tight, and she was considered pretty much perfect by most of the guys in her circle. But, physical attributes weren't the qualities that her parents wished she had. All she seemed to hear from them these days was that she should go to school like her sister, settle down and not go out so much like her sister, and the latest, find a nice boy, again, like her sister. Melanie could handle this; she loved her life, loved going out all the time and loved her job. What she didn't like was that Maggie had now joined with her parents to tell her often what she should do. Melanie never criticized Maggie's life choices, lame as they had been, and she hated her sister for ganging up on her with her parents lately. Even at church today they had started in on her. Her sundress was too sexy; it was distracting for the men, and her favorite, added by her sister, that boys don't want girls like that. Maggie was in a serious relationship for the first time ever, and now she considered herself to be the total expert on boys, Melanie thought. Not that Jason, Maggie's boyfriend wasn't cute; he was, but in kind of a nerd way. He was a student school, and they had met in the library. Melanie imagined that if he had met the two sisters together he would never have pursued Maggie; in fact, she had caught him checking her out a couple of times as they all ate dinner or hung out by the pool in the backyard. She had even thought it was cute because he would turn red when she caught him. She imagined that she would like to teach Maggie a lesson if the opportunity was ever to arise. She pulled her car into her driveway and almost hit someone on a bicycle. "What the hell?" she thought as she parked her car and got out to see who it was. Of course it had to be Jason, who had turned around to greet her. "Sorry to have startled you. I just biked over and was going to ask Maggie if she wanted to come down to the park for the Earth Day concert." He told her. Melanie eyed Jason, in his bike shorts and shirt and thought she could have some fun. "She's not here, Jason; was she expecting you?" she answered. "No, I mentioned it yesterday, but we don't have plans; I just thought I'd ride over this morning; I should have called," he said. "Nonsense," Melanie said, "Put your bike in the garage and come inside, and we'll wait for her. I'm sure she won't be too long." He did as he was told and pretty soon was sitting inside in the living room drinking a cold beer with Melanie. Melanie knew that she looked good in her sundress and stockings so she didn't change. She sat in a chair across from the sofa where Jason was and playfully crossed her legs and dangled a sandal as they talked. Melanie wasn't certain what her plan was, but she was angry at Maggie and knew that the best way to get her back was through Jason; she just didn't know exactly how she was going to do it yet. She was very careful that her flirting was subtle so that she could be perceived as innocent. She knew that overt flirting would be recognized, and though she thought that she might very well be successful that way, she knew with certainty that she could lead Jason wherever she decided if she was simply patient. She talked about how good he was for her sister, how athletic he looked, how great it was that he liked to bike, like she did. Every once in a while she would drop in slight comments about Maggie. Nothing too bitchy, or at least nothing that he (or any man) would recognize as such. She made comments like, "You're so great for her. I think you're her first real boyfriend," which was sure to make him wonder why that was. She also added that she hoped that Jason could convince Maggie to do some exercise, any exercise, because Maggie doesn't like that. As Jason's first beer neared empty, Melanie, without asking, stood and walked to the kitchen, then returned with an already opened replacement bottle. She had guessed that he would probably decline a second beer so she removed this option for him. She walked toward the sofa and began to hand it to him and noticed that he was about to speak. Sensing that he was about to try to decline the beverage, she smiled and spoke first, "Jason, can you keep a secret?" Caught off guard, he answered "Yes," and took the bottle. She took a seat next to him on the sofa and almost whispered, "Promise me you'll never say anything to Maggie." His eyes widened slightly and Melanie thought she may have moved too fast; he was thinking of something sexual with her. Though Melanie liked that his mind appeared to be going there; she knew that she had to dial it back, so she quickly added, "She would just die of embarrassment if she knew I told you this." Jason's body seemed to relax as he now assumed that they were just talking, "Oh sure," he replied, "I promise." "Ok, Jason, here goes. She thinks you're the one." Melanie said. "She's already talking about marriage and kids." Smiling to herself, she figured that should be enough to mess up the relationship, at least for a while, and she had even created a trust between herself and Jason, but a few seconds later she heard her parents yelling as they walked up the driveway. Realizing that her dad was angry because her car was blocking the driveway and knowing that he couldn't see why because the bike was put away in the garage, she stood to go open the door and explain when a thought hit her. No one knows Jason is here. As she thought this, Jason spoke, "Your dad sure sounds mad." Acting like she was terrified, she replied, "Oh my God, Jason he'll kill me if he knows there is a guy in here; you have to hide." "What?" he said; this didn't quite make sense. She knew she couldn't give him time to think, "Please, please, I'll explain later; his one rule is no guys in the house with us alone; I didn't think of it earlier because I don't think of you that way." "Well, I'll just explain..." he started. "No, PLEASE," she interrupted, "Just hide and I'll sneak you out soon. Quick! Down the hall to my room." She took his hand into hers and scooped up the beer bottles in her other hand, then she pulled him up, and within seconds she had him in her closet. She instructed him to lie down in the closet and slid the door most of the way closed. She left it open an inch or two at the end where his face was, and she knew that he would be able to see out. She asked, in a whisper, if he could see and hear her and moved to the closet door. He whispered back, "Yes." "Great, now just stay there silently and I'll fix everything." She told him. She then left the room and headed back to the kitchen where her family was entering the house. It only took a couple of seconds for her to apologize about the parking and kiss her daddy on the cheek to calm that situation down. This was done despite Maggie's trying to keep it going by telling her parents that "she's always like this" and "never thinks of anyone else." As the impromptu family meeting ended, her parents headed up the stairs to the master suite and the sisters headed down the hall towards their two, side by side, rooms. As Melanie entered her room, she was deciding what to do with Jason. She needed more time she concluded. She went to the closet opening and whispered, "Got rid of the parents; I'll get rid of Maggie and then get you out." He sat up and pushed the door a bit open. "I'll just tell her what happened, then sneak out," he replied. Melanie thought fast, "No," she replied, as she gently put her hand on his head to stop his ascent, "She'll never believe that's why you're in my closet. I'll handle it." Jason again took his position on the floor. Melanie was going through the day's events in her mind and was quite pleased. In each step along the way, Jason could have taken an easy route out. She had manipulated him into quickly drinking two large beers after his bike ride over, then hiding instead of just meeting everyone and telling them why he was there, and now into hiding in her closet rather than simply moving to his girlfriend's room. Each step had also moved him into a harder to explain place. She had also flirted beautifully and knew that he was, at least somewhat, turned on by her. While she was planning her next move, there was a knock at her door. "Yes?" she answered. Without replying, Maggie opened the door and walked in. Before Melanie could speak, Maggie turned her back to her and said, "Unzip me please." A wicked grin crossed Melanie's mouth as she answered, "Sure, sis." Melanie glanced to the closet to make sure that the door was still ajar and, noticing that it was, began unzipping the dress, starting at the neck and going straight down her back to her waist. As she reached the end, she pushed the sides of the dress off of her sister's shoulders and the dress slid to the floor before Maggie could catch it. "What are you doing?" she asked, somewhat perturbed. "Hanging it, silly, you only wore it for an hour or two," Melanie said. "Oh, ok," Maggie answered. Melanie went to her closet and reached through the opening, retrieving a hanger from the closet. As she removed it, she pushed the closet open a tad more, enhancing Jason's view while keeping him hidden. She returned to the center of the room as Maggie stepped out of her dress. Maggie bent over and picked it up, and then Melanie took it, put it on the hanger and laid it on the bed. Maggie reached for the dress, but Melanie said, "Wait a sec, do me." Then she spun around, her back to Melanie, her face to the closet. Maggie unzipped the dress and Melanie shook herself out of it. The two sisters stood facing the closet, Maggie in a fairly plain white bra and underwear with pantyhose while Melanie was in a white, lace bra, matching panties and white thigh highs. With a better body and sexier lingerie, Melanie loved giving Jason this side by side comparison and made no immediate effort to move. Maggie noticed her outfit and said, "Oh God, why do wear stuff like that?" "Like what?" Melanie innocently answered. "You know what," she said, "You were at church not a club." Melanie sat on her bed, still facing the closet, and pulled one leg up into her chest. "Sis," she replied, "No one saw anything; it's more comfortable, that's all." "What do you mean?" Maggie asked, genuinely curious. "These thigh high stockings," Melanie replied as she began slowly rolling the one down the leg that she had pulled up, "Allow for a lot more comfort. I can't stand the way pantyhose hold my panties in place. Plus the pantyhose make me so hot and wet there," As she finished her comment, she gently patted her panties between her legs. "That's ridiculous," Maggie replied, "You just do it for attention. You know real men, the kind you want to marry, don't even like that stuff." "This was too good," thought Melanie. Melanie commented, "Really? You don't think your Jason would like this? I could let you borrow some if you think he would." "He most certainly would not be interested," Maggie quickly replied. "In fact, we were at the mall the other day, and I commented on how inappropriate some of the Victoria's Secret posters were and he nodded. I told him that I would never dress like a slut like that." Melanie gave a sympathetic frown, more towards the closet than to her sister as she began rolling the other stocking off of her leg, "That's too bad," she said, "You and he may never know what you're missing. So, you two just have standard, basic sex, I guess?" Maggie practically exclaimed, "Of course not, I won't let him do that until we are married. I've told you that." "I forgot," Melanie lied, "Jason doesn't try for that now?" "He has, of course, but I only let him kiss and touch a little; that's what good girls do, Melanie." She told her condescendingly. "Sounds kind of mean to me," Melanie answered, "Don't you want to see him experience pleasure?" "Not like that," Maggie said. Maggie was taking a step toward the door, and Melanie didn't want that so she quickly stood and grabbed her arm. "Before you leave, let me show you something; look at my closet." She guided Maggie to a spot directly in front of the closet and stopped her. She paused just for a second, knowing that Jason would be panicking, and then continued. "Look at the mirror on the closet door." She listened, and though she didn't hear anything, she was quite sure that Jason had given a sigh of relief when he realized that she was showing Maggie the mirror. Melanie knew that there was no comparison between the sisters, but why not flaunt it for a while, she thought. As the sisters both stood in bras and panties looking into the mirror, Melanie pointed out the difference in Melanie's tight abs and toned legs and arms compared to her sister's. "I can help you if you'd like," she sweetly said, "It won't take but about thirty minutes per day." "Not interested, you know I hate exercise, and I'm not fat." Maggie said. "Of course you're not, sis," Melanie said, "But it will make you healthier and more fit. Plus as you age, you'll need to exercise to maintain your size." "I'm not worried about that; I'll be fine," Maggie tersely said; she then decided to go on the attack. "You're the one who needs to worry, with those huge boobs." Melanie seized this opportunity. "Something's wrong with my boobs?" she teased. This exchange allowed her an excuse to turn and pose to the mirror and the closet with her chest on prominent display. She bent over a touch and turned side to side, allowing Jason a complete view. She then held her sister by the shoulders and turned her through the same motions, giving Jason a direct comparison of her nice, full C cups and Maggie's A's. "I don't think they are so bad," Melanie stated after her performance. "They'll sag," Maggie said smugly, "Mine won't." Melanie walked across the room to her makeup vanity and picked up a bottle, then returned to her sister's side. "Oh, I don't think so; I have this cream. It's supposed to prevent that." Melanie reached behind her back and unlatched her bra, finally removing it. She turned her front to the mirror and said, "They seem firm enough, sis." She was posing with them, even holding and squeezing them. "You're nineteen, Melanie, of course they are firm, just wait," Maggie replied. "That's what this cream is for." As Melanie answered, she squirted some of the cream on her chest and began to sensually rub it in. She knew that Jason had to be going crazy, but she had no desire to let up. "Try it, sis," she said to Maggie. "What? Why? I don't have any problem." She answered. "It's great for the skin; trust me." Melanie said, and without waiting for a reply squirted some on her chest above her bra. This left Maggie no choice but to remove her bra and begin rubbing it in. Jason was now stuck watching the sisters stand practically directly in front of him, in nothing but panties, rubbing lotion on their tits. Well, technically Maggie still had nude pantyhose on also, but truthfully, he was not paying much attention to Maggie. "It does feel nice," Maggie admitted. "Yes, kind of like a massage," Melanie agreed. "Here, let me show you," Melanie added as she squirted more into her hand. She then began rubbing it into Maggie's chest with massaging motions on the bottom of her boobs. "This is weird, Melanie," Maggie said, but she didn't pull away. "Only a little sis, close your eyes and just think of it as a massage," she told her, and Maggie did what she was told. After a few more seconds, Melanie reached for one of Maggie's hands, rubbed some lotion on it and placed it on her own chest. Now the sisters were rubbing each other's tits with the lotion no more than five feet from Jason, who was undoubtedly going crazy. After the lotion had been rubbed in, the girls pulled their hands away from each other. Maggie felt awkward and spoke first, "That is nice lotion," was all she could come up with to say. "Come here," Melanie replied, and she led her older sister to her vanity. "Have a seat." As Maggie sat, Melanie placed some of her makeups and perfumes in front of her. "Try some of this; it's a lot different than the drugstore stuff you use, and it feels a lot better." "Really? You never let me use your stuff." Maggie asked. "Just try it; don't use it all," Melanie laughed like it was a joke. "I'll just be over here; I'm going to straighten out my closet today." Maggie began playing with the makeup, and Melanie kneeled in front of the closet, pushing it open just enough for her to crawl in, at least the front half of her body. Jason couldn't move without making noise and looked almost scared as Melanie was practically on top of him with those gorgeous boobs hanging inches from him. Melanie smiled at him and placed a finger on her lips to remind him to stay quiet. She then reached all around him and picked up shoes and clothes and set those items in front of the closet on the floor of her room. This way, if Maggie happened to turn around from the vanity mirror, it would look like the closet was being worked on. Melanie now grinned at Jason like the cat who had just swallowed the canary and began stroking his thigh. He put a hand up to try to stop her, but she easily deflected it with her other hand. She had too many advantages; she could move about, she could make noise and she was determined. Jason had a very limited range of motion and had to try to stay silent. Plus, a good part of him wanted Melanie to be doing exactly what she was doing. Within a minute or two, Melanie had Jason's shirt pulled up and was massaging his chest and stomach, allowing her hands to stray from time to time just a little into his shorts. While continuing this, she called out to her sister, "Maggie, will you give me some advice?" "Sure, if I can." Maggie quickly replied. "I think I want a guy like Jason," Melanie said, "What does he like?" "Well, he's just a normal guy, Melanie; he goes to school and studies and rides his bike some." She answered. "No, I mean, when you two are making out. The guys I seem to go out with are aggressive somewhat," Melanie clarified. "Oh, he's nothing like that; he mainly just likes to kiss," Maggie answered. As Maggie answered, Melanie traced here lips, first with her tongue, then with her finger which she then placed in her mouth and slowly removed. "Just kiss? Really?" she said as she now traced Jason's lips with her finger and pushed it is his mouth, allowing him to suck on it. "Sometimes he tries to grab my tits," Maggie admitted. Teasing Sister's Boyfriend "Do you let him?" Melanie asked as she guided one of Jason's hands to one of her own generous boobs. She guided his hand all over it and let him stroke and squeeze it. All the while she continued her oral tease of slowly licking her lips. This time though, she leaned down and brushed her lips against his, not allowing a kiss, which could make a sound, but allowing him to become that much more aroused. "Sometimes," Maggie continued, "Usually more over the shirt, only occasionally under. That's all he needs." "Really? That's surprising; usually guys need more." Melanie said. "Do you rub him too? "What?" Maggie asked for clarification. "Like, do you, you know, ever rub his cock?" Melanie said. "Oh no!" Maggie practically exclaimed, Are you crazy?" "I meant, like, through his clothes, like you said he does to you," Melanie backed off the statement somewhat to allow Maggie to calm down a bit. She also glanced over and saw that Maggie seemed to have moved from makeup to mascara but was still occupied. Melanie was now giving long full strokes along Jason's cock, through his bicycle shorts, which conveniently held everything in place. "Oh no, he wouldn't like that," Maggie said, "He's not a perv." Melanie gave a mock frown to Jason as she answered her sister, "So I guess you've never given him a hand job either?" "Oh no, that would be disgusting, Melanie, think about what would happen when he exploded. How nasty and messy would that be?" Maggie answered. "Have you ever done that Melanie?" "A few times, I admit," Melanie said. "Oh God, why?" Maggie asked. "It just happened," she began to answer while now easing Jason's shorts down allowing his cock to pop free. "I think the first time, his cock just kind of popped out of his shorts and so I grabbed it and began pumping," she answered as she began emulating exactly what she was describing. She slowed down her pumping and continued talking, "Then I learned to slow it down a bit and allow the anticipation to build. It can be quite empowering to be in total control of a guy like that." "That's just weird, Melanie; normal guys aren't like that," Maggie answered. "Was her sister really this sheltered and naïve?" Melanie thought. "How can a 21 year old girl be this stupid?" "The ones I find are," Melanie responded. "Sometimes they even ask for a blow job?" While expertly manipulating Jason's cock, Melanie raised an eyebrow at him in a questioning manner while saying the line about asking for a blowjob. Jason nodded vigorously and mouthed "Please." "Oh gross sis, I'll never, ever do that. I can't even imagine a cock in my mouth." Maggie said. "Really?" Melanie asked as she moved her mouth to Jason's cock and began to give light, gentle licks to it, like she would a popsicle. "You mean Jason will never get a blow job, ever, if you two get married?" "No way, Melanie," came the reply, "I'll never put a cock inside my mouth." Between licks, she answered, "I guess maybe you could just lick it, not put it all the way in." "Melanie that's still gross; I'll never." She answered without a pause. "It won't be an issue though." "Oh?" Melanie managed to say between licks. "I'll never marry a guy who has ever done that, so he'll never think he's missing anything. You know, nice guys." Maggie went on to say. Melanie said, "All the guys I know really seem to like them and want them." She then began taking his cock into her mouth. First, just the tip, then a little further, while allowing her tongue to swirl around the cock. "You should meet someone like Jason; he's not like that." Maggie said. If her mouth had not been fully around Jason's cock at that point, Melanie was sure she would have laughed out loud. But luckily, Melanie had sped up and was quickly bringing Jason to completion. As he shot into her mouth, she swallowed and continued making sure that he was completely spent and that he had received a practically perfect blowjob. "Maybe he can introduce you to one of his friends; they're nice guys also," Maggie said while Melanie was finishing up on Jason. Melanie wiped her face on something hanging in the closet and pulled back into the bedroom. "That might be nice," Melanie responded, "We've never been on a double date together." Maggie turned around and saw Melanie still in the same position in front of the closet and laughed, "You haven't gotten much done." "You look nice," Melanie said hoping to change the subject. "The makeup I mean." "I know what you meant," Maggie said, "I do like some of it. I need to run though. Thanks." "Ok, bye," Melanie responded. Melanie was thinking about what to do now; it had occurred to her that her sister might just be a naïve prude, not a selfish bitch. Were those two things mutually exclusive, who knew? She now had to deal with getting Jason out unseen, but she thought that her relationship with Maggie might have actually improved. Maggie had seemed to have enjoyed their talk and had not been terribly judgmental. Melanie may have to go on a blind date or two with a friend of Jason's, but that would now be quite humorous. That is, assuming that Jason would even want to go out with Maggie again after all he had just seen and heard. Melanie realized that she had gone too far, but she rationalized, what's done is done. She will make it better going forward, she thought. About then, Maggie came back into Melanie's room. She was now wearing jeans and a t-shirt. "Hey Melanie, I'm calling Jason; he mentioned going to the Earth Day concert today; I'll ask him to bring a friend and then you can come with us," she said. "Well, sure, I guess," Melanie answered, "If it's alright with you two." "Of course, I'll call now," Maggie said as she started dialing on her cell phone. Melanie thought everything might actually work out. But then, about ten seconds later, all hell broke loose. When a cell phone started to ring in Melanie's closet.