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Authors name: James (Address withheld by request)
Story title : Sister's Sleepover

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Sister's Sleepover
by James (Address withheld by request)

*

A young man gives his sister and her friends a thrill 
when his parents are out of town. Then the girls pay back 
the favor.

*

Back when I was 17, my parents decided to go away on a 
romantic weekend and leave my 16-year-old sister Jill and 
me on our own. They had taken a few overnight trips 
before then to test our ability to be responsible and we 
had always been good, so they felt we were ready for a 
full weekend. 

We had done so well, in fact, that they agreed that Jill 
could have some friends over to spend the night on 
Saturday. I figured, what the hell, I'd keep out of their 
way and they'd keep out of mine.

Thankfully, that wasn't the case.

Her friends came over at about 7 p.m., sleeping bag under 
one arm and overnight bag slung over the other, and 
consisted of three of her gymnastics teammates 
(Christine, Anna, and Janie). As soon as they were in the 
door, they made a beeline to Jill's room to begin their 
gabfest.

At about 7:30, I put on my gym shorts to head down to the 
basement for some quality time on our treadmill. It was 
the middle of winter and with the cold and ice outside, 
the treadmill was my only viable means of keeping in 
shape for running season.

As I left my bedroom in my shorts, I passed by Jill's 
room, which was right next to it. Janie spotted me and 
asked what I was doing and I told her. She asked if they 
could watch, the others giggled, and I told her why not, 
whatever floats their boat. So they trailed along behind 
me, like puppies behind their mother.

Downstairs, I went through my usual stretching routine 
which, of course, included sitting at one point with my 
legs spread wide, leaning toward each leg and then in the 
middle between them. Wearing running shorts, that meant 
that part of the inner lining holding, ahem, me in place 
was visible at the right angle. 

Well, all four of them found that angle, giggling (except 
my sister, who told them they were disgusting) and 
pointing. You'd think that they could see everything, 
which I assure you they couldn't even see ANYTHING. Jill 
asked me if I wanted her to take them away and I said no, 
they were free to do whatever they wanted, as long as it 
wouldn't get us into trouble with our parents.

Well, the group of them stayed down there until I got 
onto the treadmill, then the show was basically over, so 
they went back up to Jill's room after giving me some 
catcalls as I ran.

While I ran, I thought about how so little had given them 
such great pleasure, and what could I do to make even 
more of an impression. I hatched a plan, but had no idea 
how far it would end up going.

After running for a good 30 minutes, I headed upstairs to 
shower and clean up. I went into the bathroom and 
intentionally forgot to bring a towel with me from the 
linen closet. I started the shower, took a deep breath, 
and stripped off my sweaty shorts and t-shirt. Then I 
crossed the line I couldn't return from. I put those 
clothes down the laundry chute, out of reach and leaving 
me with nothing to cover myself with when I got out of 
the shower.

Almost immediately after I closed the shower door behind 
me and started lathering up, I thought I heard the 
bathroom door. I positioned myself at such an angle so 
that I could see if it was open, and indeed it was, maybe 
two inches. Now we had a frosted shower door, and being 
steamed up, they probably saw little more than my 
silhouette through the door. They must have liked what 
they saw, though, because after the door closed (quietly, 
of course), I heard a roar of screaming giggles in the 
hallway.

Playing along, I yelled, "What's going on out there?"

As I poked my head out the shower door, Jill poked her 
head in the doorway (I could see the others behind her 
craning their necks for a glimpse), and said, "Nothing, 
big brother."

I finished my shower, trying to calm myself down, because 
I knew I was about to make a scene. I turned off the 
water, shook the water from my head, and stepped out onto 
the bath mat (which would have been too small to use to 
cover myself).

Dripping wet, I stepped to the door and shouted Jill's 
name. I heard her footsteps approach the door, as well as 
the footsteps behind her. Through the door, she asked me 
what I wanted. I said I needed a towel and would she 
please hand one through to me. She said no, that I'd have 
to come and get it myself, and a roar of giggles erupted.

"Jill, I'll owe you one if you do this for me."

I heard the others pleading with her not to, but then I 
heard the linen closet door open and close and the 
bathroom door handle began to twist. I stood flat against 
the door, facing it as it opened a crack. The towel came 
through and I reached for it, grabbed it and tried to 
pull it from her, but she wouldn't let go. The door was 
now being forced into me as the others pushed against if 
for a better look. In the mirror, I could see all three 
of her friends leaning against it, trying to see me. At 
best, they could only see my face.

Jill recognized that the door would soon fly open and 
that I might not be a happy camper if it did, so she let 
go and pulled it closed, against the wishes of the 
others.

"Thank you, Jill!" I shouted out. "And I hope the rest of 
you enjoyed the show!"

More giggles and some clapping. Again, though, I don't 
think any of them saw anything.

After toweling myself off, I dried my hair and brushed my 
teeth. I wrapped the towel around my waist and opened the 
bathroom door, heading for my bedroom. As I mentioned 
before, Jill's room was right next to my own, so I passed 
it along the way. I stopped in the doorway, looking at 
the group of them on the floor chatting away. They 
stopped and looked at me, directing more catcalls at me, 
wrapped only in my towel.

I smiled and said, "Is this what you were looking for?"

I turned my back toward them and dropped my towel, giving 
them a full view of my naked backside, then quickly 
stepped into my own room, swiftly closing the door behind 
me.

I stood with my back against the door, heart pounding out 
of my chest, listening to them roar with delight.

"More, more!" 

"Come back!" 

"I didn't see! Do it again!"

I smiled, confident that I had made their night, and 
stepped over to my dresser to pull out some clothes to 
put on. In the next room, I heard the roars and catcalls 
stop cold, followed by whispers and giggles. Good lord, 
what were they up to now?

Suddenly, a cold chill ran the length of my spine.

I only remember seeing three of them in there. Including 
my sister - who was definitely in there - there should 
have been four.

My God! One of them was hiding in my room! Without 
turning around, I mentally scanned the room for hiding 
places. 

Under the bed-no, from this angle I didn't think anyone 
was there.

She must be in the closet! I turned and darted into the 
closet, sliding the door shut behind me. I heard a gasp 
beside me as I closed the door, so I knew my suspicions 
were true. In fact, in that tight of a space, I could 
actually feel her body next to mine. I could feel some 
clothing material, but also a lot of skin. Best I could 
tell, whoever it was in her bra and panties. Trying to 
keep myself from getting too excited, I struck up a 
conversation with this prowler.

"Who's standing next to me?"

"I am," a voice meekly whispered. 

I recognized it immediately as Christine's, who was one 
of the cutest of Jill's friends. I was pleased it was 
her.

"Why are you in my closet?"

"Ummm..."

"Did you have a good view?"

"Yes. I'm sorry, though. They put me up to it. I lost our 
little contest."

"I was hoping you'd say you won your contest. Did you 
like what you saw?

A muffled giggle.

"Well, if I open the door here, will you leave without 
looking back?"

"Um, I'd rather not leave. I'm in my underwear."

"I don't mind. You've already seen much more of me."

Timidly, "Okay."

"Tell you what," I said, reached behind me away from her 
side. "Here's my bathrobe. Put this on and you'll have 
nothing to worry about."

"No. That'll just get me in trouble with the others. Part 
of the game was that you'd be able to see me in my 
underwear."

"Tell you what, Christine. I'll open the door and turn 
around, so that I can't see you as you leave. All I ask 
is that you not look at me either and close the door 
behind you."

"No, James. Fair is fair. Open the door and I'll go out 
the way I'm supposed to."

As she spoke the last line, I felt her arm come down and 
rest along my bare side. She must have had her arms 
folded in front of her and I had kept my arms that way as 
well, so that I could feel her body against my own. But 
now, I felt her arm against my bare hips and thigh, 
though she wasn't exactly feeling me.

"You know," I said, "I like how we're dressed here. I 
like the feeling of you body against my own."

I heard her muffle a gasp, then, "Hmm, me too."

"But, you gotta go, or the others will talk."

With that, I slid the closet door open. Christine stepped 
out, and I looked over her cute little body as she walked 
toward the bedroom door. 

Christine was a petite girl, just shy of 5 feet tall. But 
she was well developed and had a firm body, no baby fat 
and perfect for gymnastics. From behind, because she was 
walking away from me, I admired her cute little rear end, 
nestled snuggly in her panties. I imagined to myself what 
it must look like without being covered by those panties.

Just as she reached the door, Christine stopped, turned 
toward me, and mouthed, "Thank you," looking me straight 
in the eyes and not even glancing down at my visible 
crotch. Then she opened the door just enough to squeeze 
through and closed it behind her.

I stepped out of the closet and got dressed, listening to 
the hooting and hollering in the next room.

After a few minutes, I emerged from my room, stood in 
their doorway and bowed, as they showered me with 
applause, Christine's coming the loudest. I looked at 
Christine and bounced my eyebrows up and down, 
acknowledging what we had both seen of each other. The 
others roared.

"Oh, Christine!"

Then I continued on to the kitchen, made a snack, and 
parked myself on the couch in the living room to watch 
some hockey.

By themselves, the night's events were a blast. But there 
was more to come.



*** Giving Me a Show


I finished my snack and cleaned up my dishes, all the 
while hearing the girls in Jill's bedroom next to the 
living room alternate between roars of laughter, spirited 
conversation, and complete silence. It was the silence 
that both worried and excited me.

They had long since closed Jill's door-for privacy, I'm 
sure-so I had no way of knowing what they were saying in 
those very quiet moments. My mind raced with 
possibilities-Are they going to try to catch me naked 
again? Are they going to have more "contests"? So I just 
sat on the couch, watching hockey and waiting for the 
evening to roll along.

It was 10 o'clock or so when something did finally 
happen. 

Let me take a moment to lay out the living room for you. 
As I mentioned above, the living room and Jill's room are 
right next to each other, but you have to go down the 
hall, past the bathroom, my parents' bedroom, and my room 
to get to Jill's bedroom door. In the living room, the 
couch is sort of in the center of the room, facing the 
wall away from Jill's room. The TV is on that far wall, 
which is partially covered with mirrors.

The mirrors were positioned in such a way so that my 
parents could see us kids coming down the hall when we 
were little. The TV was positioned so that it would look 
as if they were watching the TV, when in fact they were 
looking at us sneaking around. Plus, the mirrors were at 
such a height that, coming down the hall; we couldn't see 
our parents' faces. Likewise, they couldn't see our 
faces-not like they needed to, as the rest of our bodies 
gave us away.

So anyway, I'm watching TV in the same position as my 
parents used to, and I spotted a figure in the hallway. 
The lights were out, but the glow of the TV allowed me to 
recognize one of the girls walking slowly toward the 
living room in her Snoopy nightshirt. I couldn't see her 
face, but that was of little consequence as I wondered 
what was up. Was she going to try to scare me?

I nearly jumped out of my skin, though, as I watched this 
person stop at the end of the hallway, just as it enters 
the living room, and stand for a moment. Then her hands 
gripped the bottom of her nightshirt and she lifted it up 
over her head, revealing a very familiar-looking set of 
bra and panties. 

It was Christine! But what was up with that?

I didn't move, but almost started to speak when it hit 
me. They were secretly flashing me, thinking I couldn't 
see them. Jill must have tricked them into believing I 
couldn't see them, because she knew as well as I that our 
parents saw everything in that hallway.

God bless my sister! She was having as much fun with this 
as I was.

After just a few seconds, Christine brought her shirt 
back down and quietly scooted back to Jill's room, none 
the wiser that I had seen everything.

A wail of giggles and laughter came flowing out of Jill's 
room, the reaction to Christine's gutsy performance. I 
decided it was best to just not say anything, watch 
hockey and wait to see if anyone else had to do the same 
as Christine.

About five minutes later, I spotted another figure in the 
hallway. This time, as she approached, I recognized 
Jill's Garfield nightshirt. I had to stifle a giggle, as 
I really didn't want to see my sister in her underwear. 
I'd seen that enough times over the years and I can 
assure you it would do nothing for me.

She stopped at the end of the hall, as Christine had 
done, and put her hands at the bottom of her nightshirt. 
Before lifting it, though, she acknowledged that I was 
watching, flipping me off with both hands. I stifled a 
giggle and she lifted her shirt.

In contrast with Christine, though, Jill was not wearing 
a bra. She had her panties on, but she was definitely 
topless under her nightshirt. My eyes darted away from my 
sister and I thought, "Ewwww!" That was not what I wanted 
to see. Mercifully, I saw her put her shirt down out of 
the corner of my eye and she went back to her room.

Another roar of laughter.

Only then did I figure out what was going on. Each 
successive girl had to remove an additional article of 
underclothing before flashing me. If I was right, the 
next girl would flash me with nothing on under her 
nightshirt.

Woo hoo! I couldn't wait. My heart raced as I gained 
newfound appreciation for my sister, who MUST have put 
the others up to this.

Five minutes later, I saw a new figure in the hall. Best 
I could make out; it was Janie, who was the oldest of the 
group (18). Despite the two-year age difference, she and 
Jill had become good friends by being teammates. Janie 
was easily the most mature of the group physically, but 
had a reputation as a risk taker. 

I was looking forward to this.

Janie made it to the end of the hallway in her tie-dyed 
nightshirt, stopping where the others had. Whereas the 
others had put their hands on the bottom of their 
nightshirts and simply lifted, Janie crossed her arms in 
front of her, gripping the nightshirt on opposite hips, 
and proceeded to lift the shirt over her head and off her 
arms, removing it completely.

And glory be, as I suspected and hoped, she was not 
wearing ANY underwear under her nightshirt. 

Nightshirt balled up in one hand, she put her hands on 
her hips and swiveled them one way, then the other, as if 
putting on a show for the guy who wasn't watching (yeah, 
right!).

Janie was the tallest of the group, probably 5 foot 6. 
Her body was quite trim and her breasts were a little on 
the large side for a gymnast-not that I minded. As she 
swiveled, her breasts bobbed up and down. The rest of her 
body was well defined: slightly rounded hips, a neat tuft 
of pubic hair, and muscular legs.

After maybe twenty seconds of swiveling back and forth-at 
least twice as long as the others-Janie turned away and 
strutted down the hall. Like her breasts, her rear end 
was a little on the large side for a gymnast, but it was 
by no means fat and I wouldn't have minded getting a 
handful of it as it strode away and around the corner to 
Jill's room.

Another roar of approval came from the bedroom.

I smiled, enjoying my good fortune and the favor my 
sister had paid me on this cold winter's night. But then 
it hit me.

There were four of them, but I'd only seen three. What 
was poor Anna left to do? The only logical progression I 
could think of was that she'd come out and down the hall 
with no nightshirt on to lift and no underwear under the 
nonexistent nightshirt.

What a show! But I could make it even better!

Knowing that Anna could only see the back of my head on 
the couch from behind, I propped a round pillow where my 
head would be as a decoy. Then I got up and quietly 
walked down the hall and into my own room, keeping the 
door open and the light off. 

As I passed Jill's room, I heard whispers inside, but 
couldn't understand what they were saying. Once in my 
room, I tucked myself between my bed and dresser, as out 
of sight as I could be if Anna should look in. From 
Jill's room, I heard Janie in a loud whisper, "Now, Anna. 
That was the deal and we've all held up our own ends."

There followed more whispers I couldn't understand, then 
silence. After about 30 seconds, I heard the doorknob 
turn and the light from Jill's room spilled into the 
hall. Peeking around the corner of my dresser, I saw 
Anna's head peek around the open door to my room. I 
quickly moved my head out of sight and she didn't spot 
me.

A few seconds later, I peeked around again. By now, she 
had advanced a little more. In a slightly bent over 
position, I saw Anna's bare back and the back of her head 
as she looked as far down the hall as she could from that 
angle. She continued on and moments later I was staring 
at Anna's completely naked body from behind.

Anna stood just over 5 feet tall and was very slender. 
She was 17, like me, but could probably have passed for 
13 or 14. Like the others, and because she was a gymnast, 
everything on her-at least from the back, which was all I 
could see-was well toned. In the slightly crouched 
position she was in, her rear end curved out a little, 
but offered no excess flab. Anna was the star of the 
school gymnastics team, and I'm sure her size had a lot 
to do with it.

As Anna slowly made her way around the corner in the hall 
and headed toward the living room, I made my move. The 
others had followed Anna out, a few steps behind. I 
caught up to the last one, Jill, and softly tapped her 
shoulder. She jumped a bit and turned around, then 
grinned from ear to ear when she figured out what I was 
doing. She got the attention of Janie and Christine and 
they let me by them, just a few paces behind Anna, who 
was taking her sweet time, thank God.

I continued admiring Anna's bare backside, as that's all 
I could see. She made it to the end of the hallway, 
craning her head to see if she could see more of me on 
the couch. She put her hands on her hips, as Janie had 
done before her, and swiveled in the same manner-but 
without the same gusto and confidence-only this time I 
got the rear view.

I was only about four feet behind Anna, standing in the 
middle of the hall. The bathroom and bedrooms were behind 
me, so she had no outlet when she turned around; she 
either had to go through me or else find another safe 
hiding place in the house.

As I was pleasing myself with these thoughts, Janie 
reached beside me and flicked on the hallway light 
switch, completely illuminating Anna in front of me. She 
turned around immediately and bolted back toward the 
bedroom-running smack dab into me. 

I hadn't gotten much of a look at her front side as she 
ran at me, it was such a short distance. But after 
running into me, Anna sort of backed off, stunned like a 
deer in the headlights. For a few brief seconds, I looked 
over her fine young body. 

Her breasts were small, but each would be a good handful-
they were the definition of perky. She was indeed a 
natural blond, as her nicely trimmed pubic hair revealed. 
And there was absolutely no fat on her body's front side. 

I felt like stepping forward and scooping her up in my 
arms during those few seconds before she reacted.

Anna clumsily tried covering herself with her arms and 
hands, all the while looking around me for an escape 
route. Then she glanced over her shoulder and must have 
recognized that her only way out was through the kitchen 
and downstairs.

She darted away and I followed. By the time I had gotten 
to the stairs, though, she had already gotten down them 
and was headed for the downstairs bathroom. I didn't 
pursue, knowing this was the end of my show.

But what a show it was!

Jill grabbed Anna's clothing and brought them down to her 
as I returned to the living room. The others went down as 
well, and I heard some spirited conversation. It calmed 
down after a few moments, followed by yet another round 
of laughter. They all came upstairs and gave me various 
looks as they walked by the living room and down the hall 
to the bedroom.

As Jill passed, I got her attention and waved her over. 
She bent over and I whispered in her ear.

"Thank you so much, lil' sister. Now remember: I sleep in 
the nude."

Jill's eyes opened wide and a huge grin covered her face.

All this, and we still weren't done.



*** Sleeping Naked


I watched hockey until about midnight, then decided to 
head to bed. The last hour and a half had been 
uneventful, just a bunch of noise coming from Jill's room 
and the whole group coming out at about 11 for a snack. I 
teased them and asked for another show, but they told me 
it was my turn next. Little did they know how right they 
were.

As I passed the thermostat in the hall, I turned it up a 
few degrees. Hell, it was winter, and if I was going to 
sleep naked, the air would have to be warm for me. Too 
bad for the four girls in Jill's room. They would just 
have to deal with the sweltering heat.

As I passed Jill's room, I knocked on the door. Without 
opening it, Jill yelled, "What?"

I told her I was going to bed and would they keep it down 
a bit, thank you very much.

"Yeah, right. Whatever."

And on they went, as loud as ever.

Of course, I couldn't care less if they quieted down or 
not. I just wanted Jill to know that I was going to 
bed...in the nude.

I closed my door, stripped down, and slid under my 
comforter. My heart was pounding a mile a minute and I 
was getting hard down below.

Dammit! That wasn't good. I rolled onto my stomach and 
took deep breaths, trying to think of things that would 
un-excite me, such as school and my parents having sex.

After a few minutes, I was relaxed. But how would I be 
laying if and when they came in. They were very quiet in 
Jill's room now, so I knew she was telling them about how 
I slept and they were devising a plan. I probably didn't 
have much time.

I finally decided to roll onto my side, facing the door, 
with my left leg moved up toward the middle of the bed 
while the right leg laid straight and flat against the 
mattress. If they peeled back my comforter while I was in 
this position, they'd get a great view of my body, front 
and back, without laying my crotch out for them to see in 
all its glory. At the right angle, they would certainly 
see most of it. It wasn't the most comfortable position 
in the world, though, so hopefully they wouldn't take too 
long before coming in.

It didn't take long at all. Maybe 30 seconds after I got 
into position, I heard my door slowly open. With my eyes 
closed, I felt the shine of a flashlight directly in my 
eyes, presumably so they could determine if I was asleep 
or not. 

I didn't flinch, and seconds later the light was out of 
my eye. I heard them breathing and a stifled giggle as 
they came across the floor to the side of my bed. I 
realized I was starting to get hard again from the 
excitement and thought some more about my parents in bed. 
Again, that did the trick.

They were now lined up along the side of my bed. I opened 
my left eye a crack, knowing that the flashlight wasn't 
shining in it, and saw them there. Janie was right by my 
head, holding the flashlight and directing it onto my 
still covered hips. Jill was next to her, then Anna and 
Christine.

Jill reached up and grabbed the top of my comforter in 
front of my chest and behind my back. Then she started 
peeling it back, oh so slowly, so as not to wake me. 
After a few seconds, it was nearing my waist and Janie 
was already directing the light under the covers and at 
my penis, which was now visible and illuminated from her 
angle. I heard her take a deep breath and stop as she saw 
it for the first time. 

Jill continued along, and moments later I felt the cool 
air on my bare behind. The other two at the end of the 
bed let Jill by as she brought the comforter down past my 
legs and feet and off my bed completely. 

I laid still, completely motionless. Janie swung the 
flashlight back into my eyes, and I closed them just in 
time. After a few seconds, she moved it away and I 
cracked my eye back open. The four of them, including 
Jill, were looking me over from different angles. Janie 
motioned for them to come to her position for a good look 
at my penis, and one by one they did, even Jill (out of 
curiosity, I'm sure).

After they spent a good five minutes looking me over at 
every angle, I started to get very uncomfortable 
physically. I was not in a natural position and my legs 
were starting to cramp up. 

I closed my eye and took a stilted breath. The light came 
right back into my eyes. I heard someone motioning, then 
movement at the foot of my bed. They were picking up my 
comforter to drape back over me and, since this was just 
about over, I decided to give them one last thrill.

I took a deep breath and rolled onto my back, completely 
exposing my now semi-hard penis to the whole group. I 
heard gasps and muted giggles as I groped with my hand, 
as if searching for the comforter. After just a few 
seconds I felt the comforter back over me and I curled up 
under it, facing the same way as when they entered.

Apparently they were satisfied with the show, as they 
filed out of the room, the last one softly closing the 
door behind her.

Once they were back in Jill's room, they erupted in 
screams and giggles, followed by whispers. They were 
speaking loud enough for me to hear, this time.

"Oh my God! That was soooo awesome!"

"Jill, your brother is incredible!"

"I dare you to go back in and touch it."

"My own brother's? That is so sick!"

"Well, one of us has to. It's a moral imperative."

That last comment intrigued me. Maybe there would be 
more, but they got much quieter and I couldn't understand 
anything more they were saying. 

Whatever their plans, I decided to stay on my side, 
facing the door. I adjusted slightly to a more 
comfortable position and waited.

Having a double bed, I figured that if they were going to 
have to touch me, I'd at least like them to get in bed 
with me. So I moved to the far side of the bed, leaving a 
very comfortable space for them to get in next to me.

After about ten minutes, I heard my door open again.

They didn't turn their flashlight into my eyes, so I was 
able to peek at who was coming. The light from Jill's 
room created a silhouette effect, but I could see that it 
was Jill coming toward me in her nightshirt. She stopped 
at the side of my bed and looked back behind her, where 
the others were standing in the doorway.

Then she peeled the comforter back a little and slowly 
slid under the covers beside me. Facing me, she softly 
whispered.

"Stay asleep and you'll like where this goes."

"Well, right now it's grossing me out," I replied. "I'm 
lying naked next to my sister."

"Patience, patience."

After maybe30 seconds, Jill slowly rolled over and got 
back out of the bed. She closed the door behind her and
went back into her room. I heard the first question loud
and clear.

"Did you touch it?"

"No! That's my brother. Besides, he's in the same 
position as before. It's too hard to get to."

"You're up!"

I don't know who that next line was directed to, and 
couldn't make out the reply. I didn't have to wait long, 
though, as just a few seconds later my door opened again. 
This time, I was able to make out the silhouette of Anna. 
However, whereas Jill was in her nightshirt, Anna was not 
wearing her nightshirt, only her bra and panties.

Anna slowly approached the bed and, like Jill before her, 
turned back to the others in the doorway when she got to 
the side of my bed. They motioned for her to get in and 
she turned back, lifted the comforter, and slid beside 
me.

She lay still for several seconds, facing me. I kept my 
eyes closed, knowing that she'd see if they were open. I 
sensed her starting to move, then felt her hand slightly 
touch the inside of my left thigh, just inches from my 
penis. She quickly pulled her hand away, not wanting to 
wake me. Again she lay still for a few moments, then 
started to move. This time, I felt her fingertips touch 
the tip of my penis and quickly pull away. Then they were 
back, this time all five fingers surrounding the tip and 
sliding up the still limp shaft. 

But it wasn't going to stay limp for long. I felt it 
start to stiffen up and so did she, as she froze in 
place, not knowing what to do as my penis filled her 
hand. Finally, as the tip of my penis touched the palm of 
her hand, she pulled away, freezing in bed to see if I 
would react.

I didn't, and she quietly rolled over and got out of my 
bed, rushing across the floor and into Jill's room.

As soon as one of the others closed my door, she let out 
a scream. "I touched it! I touched it! And it got hard 
right in my hand!"

"See? I told you it would." That was definitely Janie's 
voice.

Then whispers and silence.

Okay, who's next?

Well, that would be Janie herself, as just seconds later 
my door opened and she stood in the doorway, wearing only 
her panties. No bra. No nightshirt.

Okay. By quick process of elimination, that meant that 
Christine would next be coming into my bed with NOTHING 
on. I just had to get past Janie, which wasn't exactly a 
chore.

Janie strode confidently to my bed, and I wondered what 
she was going to do. She slipped under the covers beside 
me and came up very close. I could feel her breath on my 
chin. Then I felt her fingertips touch the top of my 
penis, which had again returned to its relaxed state. 
Like Anna, she slid her fingers up and I felt it start to 
stiffen again. Rather than letting up, though, she began 
stroking me softly, back and forth, back and forth. 

As she did this, she leaned into me, and I felt her hard 
nipples against my bare chest.

My God, Janie was trying to get me to ejaculate in her 
hand! 

As good as this felt, I really wanted Christine to be 
doing this, so I had to find a way out. Perhaps if I just 
went along for a while, she get discouraged and give up. 

Janie continued stroking back and forth for a good minute 
and it was getting hard for me to contain myself, when 
she pulled her hand back. She was breathing heavily (this 
was turning HER on!), and I heard Jill's voice behind her 
whisper "Enough! You were only supposed to touch. If he 
wakes up, we're all dead meat."

Janie let out a deep breath and rolled over, quietly 
getting out of my bed. Whew! That was close. Very 
pleasurable, but close.

After the door was closed and they were back in Jill's 
room, I heard Janie brag about how hard I was and how my 
chest felt against her breasts. Anna replied that she 
could have gotten me just as hard, but that hadn't been 
the plan. It sounded like they were chastising Janie 
quite a bit and I wondered if it was over before 
Christine had her chance.

In the meantime, I tried to relax myself.

I didn't have much time, though, as maybe a minute later, 
the door opened again. As I expected, Christine stood in 
the doorway. In silhouette, I could tell she was as naked
as I was. 

I closed my eyes, not wanting them to see them open and 
needing to divert my eyes from the beautiful figure in my 
room, soon to be in my bed.

I heard her come across the floor to my bed, then heard 
her breathing very heavily at my bedside. I dared to open 
my eyes just a bit, and saw Christine's neat tuft of 
pubic hair staring at me, inches away. She reached down 
for the comforter and I closed my eyes.

Christine slid under the covers, still a good ways away 
from me. She slowly inched closer, until she was just a 
few inches away. It seemed to take forever for her to 
work up her nerve to reach down for me, and, like Anna, 
she touched my leg first, pulling her hand back away. 
Seconds later, amid her very quick breathing and on a 
mattress that was now bouncing slightly from her pounding 
heartbeat, I felt her fingers touch my penis. She slowly 
moved them up and I made my move.

I took a deep breath and rolled toward her. Christine 
pulled her hand back and quickly started to roll onto her 
back, but my arm was too fast. I got my left arm over her 
chest and shoulder, my left hand resting on the mattress 
next to the far side of her head. With every deep, quick 
breath she took, her chest-and breasts-heaved under my 
arm. I couldn't feel much of her breasts, because it was 
my arm and not my hand, but it was satisfactory just the 
same.

We were still completely covered, I on my stomach, 
Christine on her back, so no one could see my arms 
positioning across her chest.

Suddenly, I heard Christine whisper, "NO!" and I sensed 
someone at the side of my bed. My comforter was whipped 
off of us, the bedroom light came on, and there was a 
bright flash of light, followed by a whirring sound.

I opened my eyes and watched Janie dash out of the room, 
high-fiving Jill, who was standing at the light switch. 
Janie had a Polaroid camera in her hand, and she slammed 
Jill's bedroom door behind her.

Christine was frozen in position and I turned over, sat 
up, and reached over the foot of the bed, where Anna 
stood looking exceptionally guilty, to grab my comforter. 
I flung it over Christine and myself and ordered Jill and 
Anna out of my room. Christine was still frozen in 
position, but at least now she was covered up. Anna 
quickly scooted out of the room, but Jill stepped toward 
the bed, challenging me to make her leave. I warned her 
that the payback would be hell if she stayed and, after 
waiting a moment, she turned and left, closing the door 
behind her, but leaving the light on.

Christine still lay there, covered up to her neck, hands 
holding firm on the top of the comforter. I was propped 
up on my elbow, facing her, the comforter up to midchest.

"You okay?"

Christine looked at me, the shock slowly leaving her 
face.

"Yeah."

"I'm sorry all this happened."

"Me, too."

"All things considered, though, I'm glad it was you next 
to me, and none of the others."

A wide grin came across her face and she looked away, 
then back at me.

"Me, too."

I stared at her, admiring her soft features. Button nose, 
innocent eyes, flush cheeks.

"You were awake the whole time, weren't you?" Christine 
softly asked.

I told her I was, but that I had no idea things were 
going to go so far. I had simply wanted the girls to get 
a thrill at seeing me naked. I had never expected that 
they'd end up in bed with me at various stages of 
undress, touching me the way they did. I reiterated that 
I was glad that she was last.

Still lacking confidence in herself, she asked, "Who was 
your favorite?"

"Jill."

The look of shock returned to Christine's face, her eyes 
wide, before she realized I was kidding her.

"No. You."

She grinned again.

I reached over, slid the comforter slightly off her bare 
shoulder, and put my hand on it.

"Would you like to spend the night in here?"

She thought for a moment before responding.

"I'd love to. But I don't think I should."

"I understand."

We smiled at each other, then she spoke up again.

"You know, we need to get them back."

I agreed, and we quietly laid out a plan. Christine would 
go back into Jill's room, take whatever ribbing they 
would give, then bring up her curiosity about sleeping in 
the nude. She'd do her best to convince everyone to try 
it. They could lock the door, ensuring that I didn't 
sneak in. When she was convinced everyone was asleep, 
she'd get up and unlock it for me. The next morning, I'd 
get up early, come in, and finish the payback. 

We kept our fingers crossed that it would work.

We stayed where we were for a few minutes longer, just 
staring at each other. Then I smiled, leaned over, and 
softly kissed her lips. Christine slid her arms out from 
under the comforter, put her arms around my shoulders, 
and pulled me down to her for a longer, fuller kiss. The 
comforter remained between our naked bodies, but it still 
felt great.

She said she'd better go, and I told her to take the 
comforter and wrap it around herself. As she did in the 
closet earlier in the evening, she said no, that she'd 
leave just as she came in. She leaned up, kissed me 
softly, and sat up, facing away from me, but dropping the 
comforter beside her. I stared at her soft and smooth 
bare back, right down to the top of her rear end.

Christine took a deep breath and stood up, then walked 
slowly toward the door. Now, I was able to admire her 
completely naked backside, including her cute rear end 
that I had previously fantasized about when it was 
shielded by her panties as she had left the closet. Right 
before the door, Christine stopped and turned around, 
giving me my first full frontal view of her naked. 

Her breasts were small, but a perky handful, nipples 
pointing straight at me. Her hips were smooth and 
slightly rounded, the tuft of her pubic hair well 
groomed. I looked up to her face and smiled broadly. She 
blushed slightly, grinning, and looked away. Then she 
turned back away, opened the door, and walked out of my 
room, closing the door behind her.

I heard a roar of approval from the next room, followed 
by whispers that I couldn't make out. I got up, put on my 
pajama sweatpants, and set my alarm for 7 the next 
morning. I needed my sleep.



*** The Grand Finale


At 7 o'clock, my alarm woke me up. After a few seconds, I 
remembered what I was supposed to be doing at this 
ungodly hour on a Sunday morning. The sun had come up, so 
I was able to see without putting on my light.

I crept across my floor, listening for noise from the 
other room. It was silent. I quietly opened my door and 
stepped toward Jill's closed door. That was a good sign, 
as I'm sure they would have left it open if they had kept 
their pajamas on the night before. I reached down for the 
door handle, took a deep breath, and tried to turn it.

It was unlocked!

I softly pushed it open, trying not to make any noise. As 
soon as it was open wide enough, I poked my head in to 
survey the situation.

Jill was in her bed under the window, and the other three 
were lying in their sleeping bags, taking up much of the 
available floor space. None of them stirred, and they 
were all cuddled up inside their bags, so I couldn't tell 
if, in fact, they were naked.

Then I noticed Janie's nightshirt and panties resting 
inches away from her pillow. Scanning the others, I saw 
the same for each, except for Christine. As planned, she 
must have gotten up after they were asleep, unlocked the 
door, and gotten dressed.

The camera was on Jill's desk, right where Christine said 
she'd leave it. I stepped over Anna and silently picked 
it up, then walked over to Janie, who was on the floor 
right next to Jill's bed.

I placed the camera on the floor at Janie's feet and 
knelt by the side of her sleeping bag. She was on her 
back, the bag zipped right up to the top.

I reached down for the zipper, took hold of it, and 
slowly began to unzip it. 

Six inches.

12 inches.

I made no noise, and she didn't stir.

I continued unzipping it the length of the bag. At the 
bottom corner, it resisted slightly, but I was able to 
force it around the corner after a couple of tries. I 
continued unzipping it all the way to the end, unhooking 
it there.
I returned to her side, took a corner of the bag in my 
hand, and began peeling it back. Within seconds, her 
right breast was exposed, then her left one. Janie's 
hands were resting on her belly, and I continued peeling 
the bag back.

I worked slowly and silently, watching for even the 
slightest movement, but she was out cold. I had heard 
them off and on during the night, and later found out 
they didn't actually go to sleep until almost 5 in the 
morning.

I made it to the bottom of the bag and completely 
uncovered Janie's naked body. I stared at it for a few 
moments, her breasts heaving up and down with each deep 
breath, her legs slightly spread-giving me a little bit 
of a view of her pussy.

After about a minute of secretly admiring her body, I 
began to feel a little guilty. The girl I really cared 
for was sleeping just a few feet away. I wished I could 
look over her body that way, as well.

I stood up and stepped over Janie to my sister's bed. 
Like me, Jill slept under a comforter that was not tucked 
under the mattress. Uncovering her would be easy.

Jill was balled up on her side, facing me, as I took the 
top of the comforter at her shoulders and slowly peeled 
it back. I had gotten it almost to her waist when she 
took a stilted breath.

I froze, waiting to see if she stirred.

She didn't move.

I continued on, exposing her rear end, legs and feet, 
before gently setting the comforter on the floor at the 
foot of her bed. 

Convincing myself I wasn't a pervert, I looked over 
Jill's body. Hell, I reasoned, she had looked me over 
pretty well the night before.

Because she was curled up, I could only see part of her 
left breast. My sister had filled out nicely; I hadn't 
been able to call her "bone breasts" for a couple of 
years now. Her butt curved nicely into her thighs, and I 
found myself thinking that some guy would be lucky to 
have her someday.

Before allowing myself to have any disgusting thoughts, I 
composed myself and reached down for the camera. Janie 
and Jill were the major perpetrators, so Christine and I 
decided to spare Anna this humiliation. I aimed the 
camera at Janie, captured her whole body in the 
viewfinder, took a deep breath, and clicked the shutter.

Like an engine cranking on a cold winter morning, the 
flash went off and the camera whirred loudly, spitting 
out a picture. I quickly took it out and aimed the camera 
at Jill, who had stirred at the sound and was rolling 
onto her back, groping for her comforter.

Perfect!

I aimed and clicked the shutter. The camera flashed, 
whirred loudly, and I grabbed the picture away.

By now, the four of them were waking up, awakened by the 
noise and flashes. I stood above Janie, observing a 
stunned look on her face as she became conscious and 
realized she was naked in front of me.

Jill seemed to stir quicker, as out of the corner of my 
eye I saw her begin to move toward me.

I swiftly dropped the camera on her dresser beside me, 
keeping the pictures in my hand as I bolted out of the 
room. But as I got to my doorway, she was already on me, 
bear hugging me from behind and trying to bring me down.

I quickly stuffed the pictures down the front of my 
sweatpants, knowing that's what she was going for.

She was trying to tackle me from behind, and I could feel 
her bare chest against my bare back. Why would she be 
shy? She was my sister. Janie, meantime, was now by 
Jill's side.

"He put the pictures in his pants, Janie! Get them!"

Whoops! Maybe that hadn't been such a good idea. Jill had 
a pretty good grip on me and, while she wasn't close to 
being able to tackle me, I didn't want Janie feeling 
around my goods, so I went down flat onto my stomach.

Jill came down with me, knocking the wind out of me as 
she fell full force onto my back. Still lying on me, she 
tried to reach under me and into my sweats, but I gripped 
the top of them and prevented her from getting in.

Suddenly, I felt Janie's hands grab a handful of my 
sweatpants on either hip and start to pull. I felt them 
beginning to slide down and grabbed the top of them on 
either hip, pulling back. 

For a moment, it worked. Jill couldn't get her hands 
under me and Janie couldn't pull my sweats down. But it 
didn't last.

Jill got up and told Janie to grab the left side of my 
sweats and she grabbed the right. They both started 
pulling and I knew I couldn't keep them up for much 
longer.

Out of nowhere, Christine sat down squarely on my back, 
grabbed two handfuls of my sweats, and pulled back. Jill 
and Janie saw that they weren't going to be able to go 
any further, so they stopped pulling.

Lying still, I looked back at the scene. 

Christine was facing away from me, sitting on my lower 
back in her nightshirt, legs on either side of me. Jill 
was on one side, sitting there naked with a wild look in 
her eyes. Janie was on the other side, kneeling on one 
knee, also in her nightshirt. She must have thrown it on 
before joining in the quest for the pictures, which still 
rested under my crotch in my sweatpants.

All of the sudden, Janie and Jill grabbed each of 
Christine's arms and started pulling her off of me. Not 
having many options, I reached up under Christine's 
nightshirt and grabbed first her hips, then, when they 
started to slide away, a handful of her panties.

This stopped their progress, but they didn't give up. 
They let go of Christine's arms and each grabbed a 
handful of Christine's nightshirt at her shoulders, and 
pulled at that. Despite Christine trying to hold onto it, 
they removed it quite easily, leaving her wearing only 
her panties while sitting on my back. She covered her 
breasts with her arms (not that I could see them from my 
angle), but they reached back and started to pull at her 
arms again.

I still had my death grip on Christine's panties and 
pulled back, keeping her from moving. Then, after tugging 
back and forth for several seconds...

Riiiiip!

I was still holding the panties, but Christine was no 
longer on my back. Instead, she had tumbled into the 
hallway with Jill and Janie. 

We all froze and looked at Christine, worried that she 
would explode at us.

Instead, she broke into an uncontrollable fit of 
laughter, pointing at me holding her torn panties behind 
my back.

Rather than laugh with her, though, Jill and Janie 
lurched back toward me, each grabbing a handful of 
sweatpants and yanking. This time, I wasn't quick enough 
in grabbing a hold of them, and they slid right down.

So there I was, sweats around my ankles, naked the rest 
of the way up, lying face down on the floor with two 
Polaroid pictures under my crotch. As the two of them 
leapt toward me to go after the pictures, I knew I didn't 
want them fumbling around with me down there, so I rolled 
over, took them in my hand and tossed them toward 
Christine.

Christine couldn't catch them, but Jill and Janie's 
momentum brought them right on top of me.

Christine, upset that Janie was on her new (naked) 
boyfriend, jumped at her and pulled her to the side. To 
pay her back for pulling off her nightshirt, Christine 
quickly got Janie's nightshirt over her head and pulled 
it off her arms.

Jill howled with delight, then turned toward Anna, who 
had unwisely cornered herself in my room by the closet.

"Your turn!" Jill yelled as she jumped for Anna. Anna had 
also put her nightshirt on before coming out of Jill's 
room and, as such, she was now the only one who wasn't 
naked.

Forgetting that my sweats were still around my ankles, I 
turned to watch the commotion. But Christine saw that I 
still had the sweats on and she reached down and pulled 
them off my feet, leaving me as naked as her.

We turned our attention to Anna, where Janie had joined 
Jill in trying to remove Anna's shirt. But Anna had 
curled her arms in front of her chest and wasn't giving 
any ground.

Jill shouted for Christine to come over and help. Janie 
and Jill each grabbed one of Anna's arms and pulled. Anna 
may have been strong, but she wasn't THAT strong. The two 
of them easily got her arms spread and up over her head, 
and Christine slowly pulled Anna's nightshirt up her 
chest and over her head, humming stripper music as she 
did so. Anna started by growling and swearing at the 
three of them, but by the time the shirt was over her 
head, her anger had turned to uncontrollable laughter.

But even though her nightshirt had been removed, Anna 
wasn't yet naked. In addition to putting on her 
nightshirt, she had slipped on her panties before coming 
out of Jill's room.

The three of them noticed this and reached for them, but 
Anna curled up in a ball, legs up and arms around her 
knees.

Christine turned to me.

"Get over here! We need your help!"

I scooted over, and Janie and Jill again took an arm and 
pulled them wide. Christine grabbed Anna's ankles and 
pulled them out. Anna was now lying in front of me, arms 
spread wide and legs straight down.

"Okay, James, you know what to do," Jill said as I 
realized my task was...

...to remove Anna's panties.

I looked down at Anna and she gave me a "You wouldn't 
dare" look as I knelt down beside her. She moved her hips 
violently back and forth, but I was able to easily put my 
hands on her hips and get my fingers under the tops of 
her panties.

"I can't believe this is happening," Anna said, smiling. 
I smiled back and started pulling.

I pulled them down slowly, milking the moment for all it 
was worth. First, the top of her pubic hair peeked out. 
She had stopped resisting now and actually lifted her 
butt of the floor to make my job easier.

I slid the panties down slowly...slowly...practically 
revealing a single hair at a time, and everyone started 
giggling. Finally, I made it down to her pussy, revealing 
just the crack, as her legs were still close together. I 
found myself starting to become erect with excitement and 
decided I'd better end it-besides, all that was important 
was now showing-so I whipped the panties down her legs. 
Christine released her ankles and I removed the panties 
completely, tossing them behind me and falling down next 
to Christine. 

Jill and Janie then released Anna's arms and we all just 
sat for a moment, looking at each other to make sure no 
one had a stitch of clothing on.

No one did.

Suddenly, Anna turned toward Jill, who was on one knee 
beside her, leapt at her and tackled her, playfully 
yelling, "Now you'll get yours!"

Janie seized the moment and jumped on top of Anna's back.

Christine saw that Janie had entered the fray and jumped 
her, knocking her to the side. I sat and watched the 
whole proceedings, a teenage boy's wet dream of four 
girls wrestling naked. 

That didn't last long, though, as Jill was able to shove 
Anna off of her and right into me, knocking me backward 
as Anna lay on top of me. Jill jumped her-I was still 
under Anna-and Christine, seeing that I had two naked 
girls on me, "came to my rescue."

She didn't come to my rescue, per se, but instead joined 
in the fray, I assume so that she could get a piece of 
me. Well, I wasn't going to take this, ahem, lying down, 
so I wrestled them, too. 

For what must have been ten minutes, the five of us 
bounced around on the floor, tackling each other and 
wrestling around.

At one point, I had pinned Anna to the ground, sitting on 
her chest and holding each arm to the floor. Christine 
saw this, backed off of who she was wrestling, and came 
up behind me. Since I was obviously tied up and 
defenseless, she sat down behind me, not putting too much 
weight on poor Anna, and reached around, grabbing a hold 
of my now fully erect penis.

I didn't know who was doing this, so I quickly spun 
around and tackled Christine to the floor in the same 
manner that I had pinned Anna. I began teasing her, 
poking my penis toward her face as she turned from side 
to side, giggling like a, well, schoolgirl. But after a 
moment of this, Anna was tackling me, knocking me on my 
back as she and Christine pinned my arms down. 

Jill and Janie saw what was going on, stopped their 
wrestling match, and came over. Helpless, I watched the 
four of them hover over me, wheels turning about what 
they should do to me. So one by one-first Janie, then 
even Jill-they stroked me, Christine helping the cause by 
shaking her breasts inches away from my face. Jill took 
my arm from Anna so that she could have her chance.

"How do YOU like it?" she asked as she ran her fingers 
through my pubic hair, then gave me a few good strokes.

Janie took the arm Christine was on and gave her a 
chance. Lying there, unable to move, I watched Christine 
crawl over and sit between my legs. We looked each other 
in the eyes and I waited to see what she would do. She 
started to lean forward, as give to give me a blow job, 
but stopped, smiled at me, leaned forward a little 
further, and rubbed her bare breast across my penis. She 
sat up, reached out with both hands and gently began 
caressing me. I knew it wouldn't be long before I was 
going to climax, so I asked if she was willing to do this 
right then. Inside my head, I was wondering if this was 
really how I wanted to have my first ejaculation with 
her, with three other girls watching.

Christine stopped, thought for a moment, and pulled her 
hands away. Then she crawled up above me, her body 
suspended inches above my own, and came down on top of 
me. I felt her bare breasts against my chest, her pubic 
hair on my lower belly. She began kissing me hard, and 
Janie and Jill released my arms, allowing me to embrace 
her.

The others didn't let that last long, though, pulling 
Christine off of me and resuming the horseplay. From that 
point on, all I remember is utter chaos, naked body parts 
bouncing off of me at all different angles.

Finally, we had pooped ourselves out, I had not 
ejaculated (thankfully), and we just plopped onto the 
floor, looking back and forth at one another. We all 
broke into nervous laughter, wondering what the hell had 
just happened.

After a minute or two, Anna stood up, picked up her 
panties and nightshirt, and said, "I have to get dressed 
now. Thank you all for a wonderful time." She was smiling 
broadly, so we knew she wasn't upset. Janie got up and 
followed her into Jill room, then Jill left, too.

Christine and I just sat, facing each other and looking 
each other over. We said nothing, instead studying each 
other's naked body. Finally, Janie poked her head in the 
room and said, "James, aren't your parents coming home 
today?"

Holy shit! They were! Wouldn't this be a fine way to find 
their son if they came in the door.

I leaned over, gave Christine a quick kiss, and got up to 
find my sweatpants and boxers, which had been removed at 
the same time. Christine picked up her shredded panties, 
shrugged, grabbed her nightshirt, and went into Jill's 
room closing the door behind her.

None of us spoke much about the incident after that, and 
all three photos were destroyed on the spot. Christine 
and I began a long relationship, and I am proud to say 
that we now have two children of our own. We've never 
done anything even remotely as hedonistic as that since, 
and we dare not tell our children the story of our first 
kiss.

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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