11 comments/ 119649 views/ 8 favorites Truman High Ch. 01 By: phillygirl01 Sandy and Tim Collins were the best of friends. They knew each other from even before birth; they were twins. When the twins reached high school Sandy became extremely scholarly. She was the classic "goody too shoes". She was their junior and senior class president and barely missed being valedictorian by a fraction of a GPA point. Sandy had dusty blonde hair, not that fake bleached blonde that everyone else seemed to have. She only wore naturally colored make up and light pink lip stick to school. She seemed dwarfed by her brother's 6 foot frame when she was only 5 foot 4. Tim became the classic jock. He was captain of both the wrestling team and the football team. As a wide receiver he'd filled out, and his strenuous practice schedule and work-outs had made him a lean and wonderfully sculpted specimen. He didn't share is sister's blonde locks, he had dark almost black hair, but they did share the same piercing blue eyes. His shoulders were broad for an 18 year old, people often thought he was 20, which meant he was most often sent on the beer runs. The excitement around graduation was getting to an unexpected level. Freedom was just around the corner. And so was the biggest party of the year. Every year the seniors of Truman High go together at one of their houses and threw the biggest party of their lives. Usually the party was held in the beach houses owned by the rich kids. This year was no different. Although everyone in town knew about the blow out celebration the students tried to be as sneaky as possible keeping the actual site a secret until graduation day. Tim and Sandy sat right next to each other on that sunny day in June. In their matching black cap and gowns they sat on the folded chairs at the football field. Tim kept swatting at his tassel as the principal gave her farewell address. "Would you stop that." Sandy whispered keeping her eyes forward. "Why" he swatted at it again, "Dose this bother you?" She knew this trick, they'd played this since they were kids. He'd ask if it bothered her, she'd say yes, and then he'd keep doing it until their mom broke them up. She looked to the stands where her parents sat. Knowing her mother if they could see them she'd march right on the field to stop them from ruining the ceremony. She was going to miss her mom when she moved out in August, headed for Penn State, and even her annoying brother. She gave her brother a sidelong glance, he was still waiting for her answer, "No it doesn't bother me." He grinned. "Yes it does", he said while turning his head making the tassel flutter. She clenched her jaw and turned to him, "Stop it right now" "Or...?" "Or?" she looked at him confused. "Or what? You told me to stop it, I'll stop or you'll do what?" She just glared at him, knowing that he knew there was nothing she could do. So she took her mothers advise and ignored him. Even though she'd been told all her life that "if you ignore him he'll go away" it never worked out that way. She made a mental note never to lie to her children like that, before turning back to the podium. That didn't stop him. Tim slid his hand ever so slowly to his sister's knee and squeezed, knowing it was her most ticklish spot. Her hands quickly covered his as she jumped out of her seat with a squeak. Some of the people around them started to giggle. He squeezed again with the same result; only this time there was more who noticed. With clenched teeth the turned to him, "Stop it... right now..." He took his hand back and turned to the speaker, they were beginning to give out the diplomas. Tim behaved himself for the rest of the ceremony. Sandy lifted her chin as she walked across the stage and took her leather bound diploma. She smiled and turned to her parents in the stands lifting the diploma over her head before walking off stage. Her brother, directly behind her, did a cartwheel in front of the principal before taking his diploma and shaking her hand. Sandy just shook her head not completely surprised by his foolishness. When she took her seat again she opened the diploma and a small piece of paper was placed inside it, in front of her actual diploma. She looked around before reading it: Seniors of Truman High are Invited To Carly Manuelle's Beach House Tonight from 10pm till Dawn Sandy grinned with excitement and tried her best to hide the invite. This would be her first high school party. She knew it was rather pathetic that the last party for everyone else would be her first, but she didn't care. When Tim got back from his escapade she whispered to him, "Open your diploma". She was surprised when he didn't. He just leaned close and whispered back, "I already know, I helped put them in". He patted her leg, knowing this was her first party as well. She just smiled, it didn't surprise her to know he had some part in this. Carly Manuelle had been trying to date him since they were sophomores. In fact, Carly probably had the party just so she could have a means of impressing him. She probably begged bother her doctor parents to go out of town just so she could throw the party. Sandy didn't care, as long as she was going. She sat out the rest of the presentation impatiently. All she could think of was what she should wear, what did girls wear to house parties? Would it be like the movies? Where all the kids just got trashed and everyone ended up screwing everyone else? Sandy blushed at the thought. She was sure she was the last virgin left in the senior class of Truman High. That night Sandy took the longest shower of her life. She shampooed, conditioned, and repeated. She shaved her legs and armpits, and looked down to the patch of soft fuzzy below her navel. She bit her lip and held her raiser in her hand. She'd heard that guys like it shaved...could she... would she... This is a new me, she told her self. I'm a college girl now. She began to shave. Tim waited anxiously in the living room for his sister, "Hurry it up Sandy!". "I'm coming!" She called from the top of the stairs. Women, he thought to himself. Just because Sandy was his sister didn't make her any different then all the other women in the world. Tim wore his favorite blue button down shirt. It was short sleeved so it showed off his defined arms from years of sports. He also wore kakis. His favorite pair of cargo pants. "We don't have all night!" He called again. Just then he noticed her red-heeled shoe step down the stairs, followed by long sculpted legs he'd never seen before. He watched with his eyes wide open as the legs led to a red skirts, a very tight, form fitting red skirt. She kept stepping down, increasing his tourcher. The skirt had been part of a dress, a read halter toped dress that tied in the back. She smiled at him from the bottom of the stairs as he remembered to close his mouth. "Uh wow sis, you look great." She'd taken her blonde locks and piled them a top of her head, letting some flow down her face in loose curls. She just smiled back at him, "You do too". He thought her saw her eyes skim up and down his built arms. Nah, he told himself, she wouldn't... she's your sister! "Well," he said out loud, "Lets get out of here." He walked to the door and met her there, they both reached for the knob at the same time. They glanced at each other and both noticed the other's cheeks become lightly dusted with pink hues. The climbed in Tim's red convertible and peeled out of the driveway. The drive was slightly uncomfortable, he couldn't help but glancing over to his sisters long legs in the seat next to his. He drove faster, trying to calm down his libido. But no matter how fast he drove he couldn't stop taking those glances. He got bolder, and glanced at her chest as she looked out the window. "You're awfully quiet, Sis" He smiled as she turned back to him. "I'm kind of anxious, and well, nervous... maybe a little nauseous too." He couldn't help but laugh, "Why?" From the corner of his eye he saw her fidget with her skirt, "I'm, well, this is my first party." "You've never been to a house party?" He asked in shock Sandy got defensive, "Think about it Tim. You're the one who goes to all the parties, I'm the book worm remember?" Tim thought about it, he'd never once seen his sister at a party. He couldn't even remember how many parties he'd been to. "You mean... In the last four years I never invited you once to a party?" He sounded a little hurt. Sandy had never thought of it that way. Sure Tim could have invited her. She never really asked, or had even thought of it that way. "Well, no but I didn't want to go anyway." "Liar" He said with a wicked grin. He turned serious for a moment and laid his hand on her thigh "I'm sorry Sis". He didn't realized what he'd done until just a fraction of a second later, but she didn't flinch at his touch. She just smiled, "It's alright Timmy, we'll have the time of our lives tonight." As they pulled up to the house it was clear that Sandy was right. The trees were covered in toilet paper and loud thumbing bass permeated the cool June air as Tim parked the car. They walked together and opened the door. Masses of already drunk students danced and talked through out the house. Sandy grinned at her brother as he stepped aside to let her in. He took her hand and followed the masses of people to the keg. There was also a tub of jungle juice. He grabbed a cup and handed it to her, "Try the juice" he called over the noise "You'll love it." "What is it?" She asked dipping her cup in the tub and filling it with the red juice. "It's a mix of liquor and fruit punch." Tim said, leaving her side for a moment to get in line for the keg. Sandy met back with him and took his cup, she handed him hers, "Hold this", she said as she squeezed between the people. Knowing ladies get privileges she manages to push through the crowds and get her brother a drink faster then he would have. She met him back at the kitchen door. "Damn Sandy you handled that like a pro." She smiled while handing him the cup and taking her own back, "Girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do." Just then Carly came over and threw her arms around Tim, "Hey Timmy!" Sandy raised an eyebrow, knowing she was the only one who could call her brother Timmy and get away with it. "Hey Babe" he said giving her a quick yet somewhat uncomfortable hug. "You know my sister Sandy" Carly turned and gasped seeing she was wearing the same dress as Sandy. He two girls scowled at one another. Tim had never known his sister to be the protective type. "Hi" Carly said with distaste, obviously furious that she, the host of the party, was out dressed by some loser. Sandy just smiled "I'll talk to you two later." She winked at her brother mischievously and walked away. Sandy spent most of the night drinking cup after cup of, what had Tim called it... Yeah, Jungle Juice. She'd had a great time dancing in the living room and talking with old friends. Most of the people remembered her falling off the face of the planet midway through freshman year. That's when she became obsessed with schoolwork and had little of a social life. She made her way back to the kitchen where she'd left Tim and Carly 3 hours before. Carly, that bitch. Sandy thought, she thinks she's so fucking perfect. Tim wouldn't touch her with a 10 foot pole, would he? Sandy shook her head as she looked into the empty tub, a little upset there was no more juice left. She turned and made her way to the stairs, Why should I care anyway? She looked around the crowded room seeing people hook up and grope each other as if they were alone. She took to the dance floor again and moments later someone wrapped their arms around her. Whoever it was they were lean. He wrapped his arms around her waist possessively. She leaned back feeling him grind up against her. He was aroused. She smiled closing her eyes feeling this stranger rub himself against her. "God you're hot" a gruff voice said into her ear. Sandy couldn't help but giggle, she'd never considered herself "hot", cute maybe, but never hot or even sexy. The stranger ran his hands up and down her thighs as the danced. She felt his growing excitement as he pushed it into her back while they danced. A part of her wanted to do something erratic. "Let's take this upstairs." He said as he nibbled on her ear. Sandy turned to him and saw it was her brother's teammate Matt. Did he recognize her? She didn't think so. Matt Le Franc, she'd had a crush on him since French I. She licked her lips and tried to play it cool. "Alright, if you get me a beer." Sandy smiled and Matt took the bait. "Sure babe" he said still holding her close, pressing her curvy body against his lean one. "Go wait in Carly's room, it's the pink one at the top of the stairs." She slyly escaped from his grasp and made her way up stairs. Tim watched his sister slide away from Matt. He'd left Carly puking in her own swimming pool about a half hour ago in search of Sandy. His teammates had cornered him into telling the story about the state championship game winning catch for at least the hundredth time. He glared across the room as Matt watched his sister's curvy ass sway up the stairs. He knew how this worked. She'd be up there waiting for him while he got her a drink. Who knows what he'd put in the drink. He excused himself from his other teammates and cornered Matt at the keg. "Hey Matt" he said while he held the nozzle for his friend. "Heeey Tim, havin' a good time?" "Yeah, I see you are too, that was some girl you were all over." Tim smiled "Hells yeah she was hotter than hot, and waiting for me right now." The cup finished being poured, "So sorry if I don't stick around." Matt turned to leave. "Actually I was hoping you might" Tim said casually taking his time filling his cup. That stopped Matt and made him turn to his teammate. Tim waited until his cup was filled before continuing. "You know who that girl is?" Matt stared, "She isn't... I mean sorry dude I didn't know you came with her." Tim thought for a moment. He should tell his friend the truth, but hell, it was the truth, he did come with Sandy, just not the way Matt meant. "Yeah," he said finally, "I came with her." It was true enough. Matt sighed, "Sorry man, you know I'd never move in on your girl right?" Tim lifted his chin "Yeah, I know." He held out his hand, Matt looked from the cup to Tim's hand and after a moment's hesitation gave it over. Matt retreated, "I'll um... talk to you later" Tim smiled to himself thinking he was pretty sly as he made his way up the stairs. Truman High Ch. 02 Tim smiled to himself thinking he was pretty sly as he made his way up the stairs. He went straight to Carly's room, shifting the beers into one hand as he opened the door slowly. He hesitated a moment and could only see that the room was dimly lit. He sucked in a breath before pushing the door open and slipping inside. He leaned against the wall before silently closing the door. His eyes skimmed the room that was lit only by a small lap by the bed. Where did she get to? He asked himself. Then he saw a lump of red curled up on the bed. He couldn't help but smile as he sauntered over to the bed. He stood over her, she'd passed out across Carly's bed, poor girl. Her first party and she was up here all alone. He threw back his beer and placed the one he'd gotten for her on the nightstand before shifting her to lie correctly on the bed. She snuggled a little but didn't wake up. Tim didn't chance breathing a sigh of relief. He curled up next to her, her back pressed against his chest he wrapped his arms around her. He could feel her instantaneously mold herself against him. Damn she was a perfect fit. He bent his legs to fit under hers and held her. Tim couldn't just hold her like this he needed more. He let his hand slide up her side, feeling every curve through the red clinging fabric. Finally stopping resting his hand on her hip. He held his breath thinking he heard her breathing change. He let his hand rest ever so lightly on her hip, waiting. When he thought the coast was clear he caressed her again this time a little more firmly. This time he let his hand dip down and caress her stomach. He leaned up on one arm trying to watch her face as he brought his hand up to just under her breast. The beers he had drank were kicking in and he skimmed his hand over her breast. She arched her back pressing against him, she was still passed out but her instincts were kicking in. Tim began to squeeze her 38 C breasts. Sandy rolled on to her back groggily and moaned softly as Matt, well who she though was Matt, groped her. The hands on her breasts stopped, she hadn't opened her eyes yet. "Don't stop." She said softly but she could feel the hands hesitate. She reached her own hands up to his face and pulled it down to meet hers. She kept her eyes closed as she kissed him. Their lips met, and she opened her mouth to him and slipped her tongue inside his mouth. Then he took over with a renewed urgency. She leaned back on to the bed as he kissed her. She found her hands unbuttoning his shirt. Tim took her hint and reached behind her neck and untied her halter-top. He lowered his head and began placing kisses on her neck and collarbone as he peeled the dress from her breasts. Sandy ripped the shirt off of him just as she realized her breasts had been freed. She gasped as his hands took her breasts and began to massage them. She found herself spreading her legs as he climbed on top of her and pressed his thigh against her hot spot. She yelped softly with pleasure and groggily opened her eyes. It took a moment for them to adjust to the soft light of the room. He thumbed her nipples causing her to close and open her eyes as her head rolled back and forth. Finally she gazed up and recognized her lover. "Timmy?" she asked in a soft whisper. His hands froze on her breasts. Tim hesitated a moment, hoping he hadn't heard right. He looked up from her breasts as he pulled his hands away, and met her eyes. They were still half closed, not as accusing and hateful as he had expected them to be. Sandy felt a twinge of longing as her brother's hands left her full 38Cs. Before she knew what she was doing she grabbed his big masculine hands and pulled them back to herself and pressed them against her tits. "Don't stop." She half moaned half whispered holding him to her. They locked eyes and she longed for him to touch her like he had just moments ago. Suddenly she saw the left corner of his mouth pull up into a smirk as he began to massage her again. She let her hands fall from him, letting him take control again. She reached between them and began to unbutton his kakis. Her hands were quick with the zipper. "Damn," Tim said, "I'm impressed.", as his pants were eased by her hands. She looked down to see a trail of light hair disappearing under the waistband of his boxers. Tim was not about to let his kid sister, by 20 minuets, take control of him. He leaned down and began to kiss her neck. He made a trail from her neck to her right breast, kissing and licking and nibbling his way down. She couldn't stop herself from grabbing his head and pressing it lightly to herself. Running her fingers through his hair as he took her nipple in her mouth. She couldn't help but moan in sheer pleasure. She'd never felt anything like it before. That sound only made him more eager. He moved to her other breast sucking more feverishly. While his hands ran up and down her inner thighs and up her skirt. He let her fingertips caress up her thigh. He felt her inhaled deeply every time he got anywhere close to her creamy wet center. He moved his hands out from her skirt and pulled it off her in one swift movement. He also took the opportunity to remove his own pants, but kept his boxers on. Tim stood over the bed, watching his sister look up at him, bare breasted and yearning. Her modest side pressed her thigh thighs together as he stood there watching, yet her eyes were anything but modest. They yearned for him, they wanted more. Tim smiled, promising himself that no matter what happened because of tonight he would never ever forget this picture. Just then he saw her bit her lip, as if making a decision, then she opened her legs, giving him a full view of her panties and their wet spot. His smile became an all out grin as he climbed back on top of her. He kissed her will pushing his aching groin against her. He felt like he was on fire with need. He moaned fiercely into her mouth letting her know how much he wanted her. She thrust pelvis upward letting him know she too wanted it. He could feel his manhood through her panties and his own boxers. He kissed her once more. As he pressed even further to her he pulled his head back but nibbled on her bottom lip as he did. Then he released her and smiled down at her. He grinded himself into her, she moaned up at him. She closed her eyes, "I need to tell you something." He let his hands caress her stomach and played with the waistband of her panties. He turned his head, hiding his smile, knowing she thought he was ignoring her. Sandy bit her lip, maybe I shouldn't, she thought. He'll find out soon enough. He dipped his hand below her panties and began playing with her. Realizing she was newly shaved he grinned still trying to hide it. "Timmy!" "Yeah?" he asked pressing his fingers against her clit. She whined impatiently. "Stop." He quickly pulled back. "No, no, no, don't stop." She begged. He went right back to pleasing her. This time he eased his finger into her wet juicy cunt. He slowly began to pull in and out. "Timmy, I need to tell you something..." "So tell me, Sis." He continued fingering her. She squared her jaw. Trying to stifle her own moans, which only made him want to hear it more. He slipped another inside her, causing her to moan out right. He plunged his fingers in quicker. "Tim,..." She moaned his name. "Tim, I'm...a...vir...gin" she found herself panting. He didn't skip a beat he only grinned, "I know sweetie." She watched him, moaning and whining. He moved his way down her torso and planted kisses toward her pussy. He took his fingers out and kissed and licked her pussy. He began to press himself harder into her, letting his tongue feel her insides. He got greedy and shoved his face into her, urged on by her moans. She reached down and tugged on his hair. He felt ready to explode every time she pulled and moaned. He pulled back trying to hold off, knowing she was close. Truman High Ch. 03 She watched him, moaning and whining. He moved his way down her torso and planted kisses toward her pussy. He took his fingers out and kissed and licked her pussy. He began to press himself harder into her, letting his tongue feel her insides. He got greedy and shoved his face into her, urged on by her moans. She reached down and tugged on his hair. He felt ready to explode every time she pulled and moaned. He pulled back trying to hold off, knowing she was close. Sandy couldn’t help but whine. He loved her frustrated whining. He removed his boxers exposing his 7-inch cock. He sprung up and down as he released it. When he saw she got a hold of her frustration she sat up in the bed and pushed him back to the footboard. He sat up with his legs spread, cock up. She crawled up the bed towards him, he thought she looked like one of those hot vampire chicks in the horror movies. She placed her hands on his thighs and pulled her self to his spread legs. She looked up as she planted kisses and licks up his thighs. She wanted to tease him as much as he had to her. She licked all around him, but careful not to catch his cock in her mouth. She pulled back and waited, watching the frustration pass over his face. He caressed her face as she smiled and licked her lips. He thumbed the corner of her mouth, trying to urge her to suck. She stuck out her tongue and just lightly stroked his head. His cock sprung at the sensation. She inched forward and took his head in her mouth, sucking lightly. Tim gasped out loud and tangled his fingers in her hair which has fallen from its up do. She shoved her face forward opening her mouth wide to him. Shoving her brother’s hot cock into her mouth. Tim looked down at her, he’d never seen a hotter sight. Not in any porno or magazine, and he watched a lot of porn. She looked up at him, her hair had fallen about her face, her eyes were heavy with lust and booze. She struggled to get every inch of him into her hot wet mouth. He tried not to push himself forward. He had to keep in mind that she was new at this he couldn’t gag her. But the needing and sucking of her glorious mouth made him want to thrust. He ran his fingers through her hair and took some of her curls and twisted them around his fingers, pulling her down on his throbbing cock. He gasped as she took control, her head bobbed up and down in his lap. His grip on her hair never loosened as he pushed and pulled along with her. He felt himself getting close, surely could feel it too. Just then Sandy pulled all the way back, leaving him longing for more. She knelt up between his legs; her lips were swollen and pink from sucking. They glistened in the dim light. He couldn’t help but reach up and hold her face. He let his thumb graze her lips. He dick throbbed, and he could see she was in dire need of release as well. Tim pushed himself forward and laid her back gently against the pillow. She was a natural. Sandy gave him the best head he’d ever gotten, he was amazed he didn’t explode all over her face, although the idea was appealing. Leaning over her he smiled. “Are you ready?” He asked She bit her lip, a look he was learning to love. “Yeah.” Tim smiled, “It’s going to hurt a little.” He warned her before caressing her wet slit with his cock, causing her to gasp out loud. He waited and did it again, wanting to tease her more. “Tell me you want it.” He told her. She whimpered, “Please Timmy, I want you.” “Want me to what?” “I want you to fuck me Timmy” Tim laughed never imagining how much he would love to hear that from her. The he thrust his sister’s pussy. He only got in a few inches before reaching her barriers. He gasped, “Shit you’re so tight.” He watched her face scrunch up in slight pain. He pulled out then thrust in tearing the barriers apart. She cried out. He lifted her head and pressed her into his shoulder. She bit and he only laughed as he pulled out and began to slowly work her juicy cunt. He cried of pain gently gave way to soft moans, causing him to press in further and with a renewed fierceness. She stopped biting his shoulder and leaned back, moaning and panting as he thrust. He reached down and massaged her breast. Caressing her taught nipples. “You’re so beautiful” He said between thrusts, he ground himself into her sweet tight pussy. The only noise he could hear were his thrusts, her juices mixing with his, and her moans. Her amazing sultry moans. If there wasn’t a party down stairs he would have worried about being over heard. He had no idea his sister was a moaner; she was so calm and coy in her every day life. Suddenly she gripped his arms, panting and moaning. He could tell she was close, he thrust to a harder and faster rhythm, his growing excitement at seeing his sister cum for the first time, because of him. Suddenly she arched her back and cried out. She threw her head back screaming with pleasure. Tim felt his balls tighten as he began shooting into her sweet pussy. He kept thrusting until every drop was in her, mixing with her, then he collapsed on top of her. After they had come down from that amazing night, Sandy and Tim got dressed and went down stairs and out the door without speaking to anyone. Tim kept his arm around Sandy’s shoulders as he escorted her out. After they’d pulled away Sandy spoke the question that had been on Tim’s mind since he had regained consciousness from their glorious lovemaking. “So, what now?” She asked. Tim tightened his grip on the wheel. He turned to see her, in that wrinkled red dress, her hair completely awry. “Depends, would you want to…” he couldn’t finish the statement she did it for him. “Again? Yes.” Tim couldn’t help but smile at her eagerness. “But” she continued, “We only have this summer, I go away to college soon.” For the first time she was remorseful about her decision to go away. Tim placed a hand on her thigh and smiled, meeting her eyes he said, “Then we’ll have the best summer of our lives.”