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Summer Sisters - 1
by Drewski (drewskimeski008@gmail.com)

***

Drew is reunited with his childhood sweetheart. They 
are teenagers now and sex might be an option. (mf-
teens, youths, 1st, rom)

***

PART 1

It was the first week of summer vacation. School had 
been out for a couple of days and I was on top of the 
world. I was fifteen and free as a bird. I'd had a 
girlfriend all through the school year. It had been my 
first serious relationship. Her name was Linda and she 
told me she loved me. I told her that I loved her too. 
Linda and I had made out a lot. She was a great 
kisser. We touched each other all over but never went 
all the way. I figured it was just a matter of time 
and tried to be patient. I was sure that Linda was 
going to be my first. 

For a while Linda was my world. She was all I ever 
thought about. After a while I began to wonder if 
Linda and I would ever go all the way. It was starting 
to seem that she was just another tease like the other 
girls I'd kissed. It all got to be too much for me. I 
started flirting with a girl in English class, Linda 
heard about it and broke up with me.

I felt awful at first. I was hurt and angry, then I 
was relieved. No more phone calls about nothing. No 
more promises to keep and no more acting like someone 
that I wasn't. I wasn't myself any longer. I was 
Linda's boyfriend. Linda had dumped me about two weeks 
before school was out and I was pretty much over her 
already. It was summer and I had my whole life ahead 
of me.

I had only one chore to do that morning the rest of 
the day was mine. I had just deposited the household 
trash in the can behind the garage when I heard a 
familiar voice. I couldn't believe my ears. It was a 
voice I hadn't heard in years, two years at least. I 
looked up and there she was. It was Karen, standing on 
the back porch of her grandmother's porch, just across 
the alley. 

Karen didn't live with her grandmother but she had 
spent time there as a kid. It seemed like I had known 
her all my life. She would visit on holidays and 
sometimes she'd stay for a weekend some times for a 
week or two in the summer. I always loved it when 
Karen stayed at her grandmother's. She was and still 
is one of my favorite people. She was two years 
younger than I was. She was bold and bossy, feisty and 
funny. She was a rough and tumble, tomboy, but she was 
all girl, when she wanted to be. We wrestled a lot and 
enjoyed rubbing our young bodies together.

Karen and I played together every minute we could when 
she stayed at her grandmother's house. We played 
everything we could imagine and invented dozens of 
games. When we reached that curious age we explored 
our bodies together. It started with "I'll show you 
mine if you show me yours". Soon we were touching each 
other and playing "doctor" and "house". Before long, 
we had seen and touched every part of one another.

We would often hide in her grandmother's laundry room 
which was in the garage. Karen's grandma, Eileen, 
worked at a hair salon. She would bring home all the 
linens and things from the shop to wash. We would 
sometimes cover a huge pile of laundry with a sheet 
and wallow together naked, thinking that we were 
having sex. Other times we were climb to the top of 
Eileen's garage with a blanket. We'd hide in the shade 
of an old oak tree, where no one could see us and 
cuddle and dry hump one another.

All that seemed like a lifetime ago as I looked across 
the alley that morning. Karen stood there with her 
hands on her hips waiting for me. I wanted to run to 
her, but I was too cool for that. I motioned that I 
would be a minute and carried the trash can back up to 
the house. I fought my urge to run to Karen all the 
way across the alley. 

As I walked across Eileen's yard my eyes were glued of 
Karen, standing with her hands on her hips, tapping 
her toe impatiently. "Take your time," she said, "I 
ain't got nothing else to do today."

As I approached the bottom step of the porch, Karen 
smiled and dove into my arms. I caught her but we 
tumbled back on the ground. We ended up with Karen on 
top of me, my arms around her. She was looking into my 
eyes, breathing hard and giggling softly. I had always 
thought she was the cutest girl I knew, but she was 
prettier than I had remembered her. 

Her long blonde hair was hanging across her pretty 
face. Her eyes were big and blue, her face tanned with 
a few scattered freckles. Her lips were plump and 
pink. I wanted to kiss her but it didn't seem 
appropriate. She seemed older, more mature, as well 
she should. I hadn't seen her in over two years. She 
was older and more mature, in many ways. I could feel 
her young, firm breasts against my chest. And it soon 
became apparent that she felt the lump in my shorts.

Karen's expression changed as she wiggled to and fro, 
grinding my crotch. She had a twinkle in her eye as 
she said, "Looks like someone is glad to see me."

"No," I answered, "I have a roll of quarters in my 
pocket."

Karen wiggled again and said, "Feels more like dimes 
to me." She kissed me on the lips. It was a quick 
little kiss but I'll never forget it. She hopped to 
her feet and helped me up. She turned me around and 
brushed off my back. She slapped me on the ass, took 
my hand and led me into the house. 

There at the table sat a girl I'd never seen. She was 
smaller than Karen and she looked as if she might be 
younger but I couldn't tell. She had dark wavy hair 
and big brown eyes. "Drew," Karen said, "This is my 
little sister, Debbie."

"I didn't know you had a sister."

"Step sister, really, Karen said, "Her dad married my 
mom. Ain't she a cutie?" She was a cutie too, she 
might have been as cute as Karen, maybe even cuter.

Debbie looked up at me with her soft brown eyes and 
smiled. "Hi Drew," she said and smiled at Karen and 
looked down again.

"OK," Karen said, "I made breakfast so you do the 
dishes. Then you can watch TV or read. I'll be out 
back." Karen took me my hand again and led me outside. 
She was almost running by the time we got to the 
garage. As soon as we were inside the laundry room she 
grabbed my face and kissed me again. "I sure have 
missed you." This kiss was different. We had taught 
one another to French kiss long before. We had heard 
how it was done and practiced until we had it right 
and then we practiced some more.

"I've missed you too."

"Of course you have," Karen said and bit her lower 
lip. She just stood there and looked at me. "You look 
good. Look at all that long hair. My li'l hippie." 

"You look great," I replied. I looked her up and down. 
She had certainly grown up a lot over the past two 
years. I could see the shape of her breasts through 
her t-shirt. She had a bit of a butt and her skinny 
little legs had gotten stronger and shapelier. 

"Of course I do," she quipped. "I got something to 
show you." With that she pulled up her t-shirt to 
reveal her firm young breasts. I felt my face get hot 
as the blood rushed in. 

"Are you blushing?" she giggled, "You've seen me naked 
before."

"Yeah, b-but not..." I stammered.

"With boobies?" she giggled again. 

I just stood and stared. I felt the bulge in my shorts 
growing. Karen reached out and took my hand. She 
placed it on her breast. Instinctively I began to 
message her titty. She closed her eyes, tipped her 
head back and moaned. I had felt a girl's breast 
before but it was always in the dark, with my hand 
under a girl's top. This was different. Karen looked 
me in the eyes again and asked, "You like?"

"Oh yeah," I said as Karen moved closer. She kissed me 
again and I kissed her back. I felt her tongue on my 
lips and sucked it into my mouth. Our kiss got very 
passionate very quickly. We stumbled back a few steps 
and landed in a pile of laundry, making out like we 
were long lost lovers. I guess in a way we were.

We kissed and writhed and pressed our bodies together 
the way we had when we were younger, but now we all 
grown up and ready. Neither of us was sure what we 
were ready for, but we couldn't wait much longer.

 It all felt so natural and familiar with Karen. I was 
comfortable with her but I was even more excited to be 
kissing her and feeling her next to me than I had been 
with any girl before. We kissed deeply, panting and 
grunting as we explored each other's bodies with our 
hands. I had never felt so alive. I thought I might 
explode. I was ready to explode. As soon as I 
recognized the nature of the impending eruption, I 
rolled off of Karen and drew a deep breath.

Karen climbed atop me and straddled me. She settled 
with her crotch on mine. She wiggled, grinding her 
warm pussy on my hard young dick. I knew if she moved 
much more that I would "cream in my jeans". Just as I 
was sure I couldn't fight back any longer, Karen 
jumped to her feet and said, "I better go check on the 
little knucklehead. You comin'?"

I wasn't sure what she meant at first. I felt my face 
get hot. "I'll be there in a minute," I mumbled when I 
realized that she was asking if I was coming in the 
house. I lay there and let my erection relax and went 
into the house.

I had lunch with Karen and her little sister. We 
watched a little TV and played Mumbly -Peg in the back 
yard. Every chance that Karen got she brushed her body 
against mine or leaned against me. She flipped her 
hair in my face and we found ourselves alone for a 
minute the squeezed me tight and kissed me. I was in a 
constant state of arousal. By the time the day was 
over and I was having dinner with my parents, my balls 
felt swollen and sore. I had a severe case of "Blue 
Balls".

Sitting on Eileen's back porch with Karen that night 
didn't help matters. She sat next to me and leaned on 
me most of the time laying her head on my shoulder 
from time to time as we talked. When it was time for 
us to go in for the night we found a dark recess and 
kissed goodnight. We kissed with such passion one 
would have thought we would never see each other 
again.

By the time I got into bed that night my balls ached 
so badly that I didn't think I could stand it. But 
thinking back on my day with Karen and giving my hard 
young cock a few strokes relived the pressure and I 
slept quite well.

To be continued...

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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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