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Why Would He Do That?
by Anonymous Author (no address provided)

***

Lucas comforts his sister Sarah after she gets dumped. 
(mf-teens, youths, inc, voy)

***

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

***

My sister was very late getting home from her date. 
Mom and Dad waited up for her, until midnight. They 
went to bed then, Dad promised to kill her boyfriend 
in the morning and Mom promised Sarah was going to be 
grounded until the new school year. 

Sarah is only 15 and her curfew on weekends was 10:00 
PM. She could have called if she was at a late movie 
and gotten away with 11:00 PM but Midnight and no call 
was enough to make our parents over the top angry. 

It was a month into summer and already Sarah had been 
out after curfew three other times. This had been her 
last chance. 

I was lying in my bed when I heard the front door open 
and close. It had to be Sarah coming home at last. I 
looked at my clock, 1:32 AM. She silently climbed the 
stairs past my door and into her room. I could see the 
reflected light from her room on the garage wall. I'd 
been watching her undress for months by lying on the 
garage roof and looking in her window. I'd be there 
now except I'd had no idea when to get in place. 

My erection remembered the way her butt looked when 
she pulled off her jeans. The pink marks in her white 
skin from the seams. I love the way her wavy red hair 
breaks over the curves of her breasts when she pulls 
her top over her head and lets the hair fall loose 
around her. 

Sarah likes to dance and run, her legs are strong and 
maybe a little too muscular. My erection was throbbing 
as I slipped out my window and eased over to where I 
could see in hers. The roof of the porch was a much 
more dangerous vantage point, I could see better, but 
there was nothing to hide behind. If she went to her 
window and looked out we would be face to face. I had 
spied on my sister in her bedroom lots of times. I 
even had a pair of binoculars stashed in the garage, 
which I used when I was on the roof there. 

I'd learned most of what girls look like naked by 
looking in her window. I'd been on dates with girls 
who would let me feel and poke around but none of them 
were willing to have lights on. Sarah had filled out 
over the past year and I was hoping she'd be slow 
getting into pajamas this time.  

From the window I could see her legs and the round 
lower curve of her panty clad butt. Thinking of those 
panties the last time I'd watched her peel them off, I 
pulled my dick out and began tickling myself as I 
looked. I leaned closer to get a better look once I'd 
seen that she wasn't going to see me. 

Sarah was lying on her bed face down. She was fully 
dressed but her clothes looked messed up. Her skirt 
and blouse had dirt on them and her shoes, normally 
polished and clean, were scuffed and muddy too. I 
studied her appearance, more curious about her 
condition now that I realized that she was crying. 

Her legs had scratches on them. She was shaking and 
clutching her pillow around her head. My concern for 
my little sister made my unbrotherly hard-on fade 
until it pulled back inside my pajama pants by itself. 
I almost knocked on the glass to ask her what was 
wrong; I remembered where I was kneeling just in time 
to stop myself. 

After I got back inside I went to her door, "Sarah 
what's wrong?" I called as I knocked on her door. 
"Sarah, why are you crying? Why are you so late?""

"Go away Lucas, I don't want to talk about it." Her 
reply was muffled enough that I pretended I hadn't 
heard it as I opened her door. "Sarah I heard you come 
in, and then I could hear you crying, I could hear you 
through the wall."

She turned over on her bed as I opened the door all 
the way. I stepped to her bedside and reached out to 
her. She flinched away when my hand touched her 
shoulder. Her blouse was torn and she had scratches 
there too. 

"What happened to you?" I asked a little shocked at 
her appearance. She'd sat up as I sat down beside her, 
her arms came up to be held as she leaned against me 
and started to cry again. Sobs wracked her as she 
tried to tell me about the worst night of her life. 

Her boyfriend had taken her to the drive-in where they 
watched a movie while necking and petting. I'd taken 
several girlfriends there, I wasn't seeing anyone just 
then but the idea of what Sarah and Eric had been 
doing was stimulating, along with the feel of her hair 
and face against my neck and chest. My tee shirt was 
damp with her tears as she wept in the circle of my 
arms. 

They had left the drive-in with plenty of time to get 
her home but on the way Eric had driven to Billy goat 
hill. Everybody who had a car and wanted to go make 
out went there. The place has a real name but that's 
what we all call it, even though there's no hill and 
no goats. There are a bunch of roads where developers 
tried to sell lots and houses without putting in 
plumbing or electric services. The place was a huge 
maze of roads with brush and ponds full of frogs. 

Eric had been trying to talk her into having sex with 
him for the whole time they'd been dating. Sarah 
didn't want to go all the way with him even though 
they had been dating for seven or eight months. Sarah 
told me she'd learned to dry hump with her thighs, 
without taking off her underpants. She'd learned to 
give a hand job and let him finger her. She told me 
she even let him see her naked but none of that had 
been what he wanted at Billy goat hill. 

"Eric stopped the car and after we kissed a while, he 
unzipped his pants. I unbuttoned my blouse and let him 
unhook my bra." She told me he pinched her nipples 
until they hurt. "He wouldn't stop until I reached 
into his pants and grabbed his dick!" Sarah told me 
she gave him a tug job until he came, and then asked 
him to drive her home. 

Eric drove around in the maze until Sarah was totally 
lost then parked and told her she could blow him for a 
ride home or they were through. He'd grabbed her hair 
and tried to force her head into his lap. He pulled 
her head down and mashed her lips against his penis! 

Sarah told me she'd clawed his nutsack after he pulled 
so hard at her hair that he pulled out a tuft. She bit 
his other hand and got away from him while he held 
himself. She'd grabbed her clothes and gotten out of 
the car, determined to walk home. 

He'd driven off and left her. Sarah had gotten lost 
until she saw the Big Dipper through the clouds and 
started walking through the brush instead of trying to 
follow the roads. It had taken her a few hours to get 
home but other than scratches and torn clothes she was 
unhurt. I hugged her to me, glad she hadn't been 
beaten up or worse. She looked like she'd lost a fight 
with the girl's field hockey team. 

"I'll punch him out for treating you like that sis. 
He's not nearly good enough for you to cry over." I 
held her in my arms; the smell of her hair filled my 
nose. The feel of her arms around my waist and her 
head on my chest were excruciating. I wanted to touch 
her breasts and pinch her nipples. I wanted to unhook 
her bra and dry hump her thighs. I wanted a tug job 
while I put my fingers up inside her! It took me a few 
minutes to get myself under control again. 

I brought her face up to look at me and convinced her 
to let me help her clean up. We went to the bathroom 
so I could get peroxide and mercurochrome for her 
scratches. Sarah was a little shy about taking off her 
clothes, even after all she'd told me, but after a few 
minutes of me promising not to look at anything but 
the scratches I got her to take off her shoes and drop 
her skirt. 

Her long strong legs were bare! As I washed her legs 
with warm water on a soft clean washcloth, I got to 
rub my soapy hand over them and when she sat back 
against the sink with her legs spread, I'm sure she 
sighed. The fabric of her panty was thin enough that I 
could see a mole on her butt that I'd never noticed 
before.  I took my time as I dried her legs. I held 
her inner thigh in one hand and gently patted the 
water off with the softest towel we had. I finished 
with the towel and dabbed peroxide on the cuts. None 
were deep but it stung her as I worked. 

"This part will hurt Sarah." I warned her as I touched 
the cuts with the applicator of Mercurochrome. She 
flinched a little but didn't cry out or pull away. I 
dipped and painted again and again. She turned to 
allow access to the backs of her legs. Her panty clad 
butt muscles clenched as I finished up the last 
scratch on her leg. 

My penis was as erect and hard as it had ever been as 
Sarah unbuttoned her blouse! I was kneeling behind my 
sister as she took off another garment. She was only 
wearing a lacy little strapless bra she'd picked 
because it showed off her breasts and sheer enough 
panties that I could see her pubic hair reflected in 
the mirror!

She turned to face me again to show me the gouge on 
her shoulder where the tree limb had torn her blouse 
and made a gash on her arm. 

I had to shuffle and shift my pajama pants so that my 
erection didn't poke out the opening as I stood up. 

Her breast grazed my arm as I reached for the 
washcloth. It was cold and Sarah didn't move away as I 
reached to turn on the hot water again. She did move 
to the side so I could get the soap and rewarmed 
washcloth but she stood close, waiting while I soaped 
and wiped the wound. There was a sliver in the gash on 
her arm and it bled when I picked it out. 

Sarah pulled her bra cup away from the blood and 
cupped her hand over the uncovered breast. "Go ahead, 
get it over with." she prompted as I stared after the 
brief flash of her nipple.  

I held her arm in one hand and the gauze square with 
peroxide in the other. The peroxide bubbled as it hit 
the wound and Sarah gritted her teeth. "Owww" She 
hadn't complained up till then and when the 
Mercurochrome touched the gash, tears sprang up in her 
eyes. 

Sarah let go of her bra and her exposed breast to put 
her hands on my shoulders. She sobbed and wept then as 
I put the Mercurochrome down and took her in my arms. 

I could tell she wasn't crying because of the cuts, 
she was just emotionally exhausted and couldn't hold 
back any more. 

"Lucas why would he do that?" she cried as I held her. 
Her arms around my waist seemed to force the air from 
my lungs. The feel of her breasts against my chest 
were like hot coals. The fabric of my shirt wasn't 
enough to notice as her warm soft breasts mashed 
against me. I hadn't meant to but as I tried to find a 
good place for my hands I pushed the band of her bra 
down and she didn't stop it as it slipped to her 
waist. 

My hands petted softly over her shoulders and bare 
back as I held her trying to find words to comfort her 
even while I was trying to get my breath and clear my 
gummy throat so I could speak at all. 

"Why would he leave you?" I asked. 

"No why did he want a blow job? What's so special 
about a blow job? I mean, I know what it is but what's 
so great about it?"

She leaned away from me and put her finger in her 
mouth. "Guck, guck, guck!" she said around her finger. 
"Why do guys want that so much?"

"I don't know Sarah." I had to admit. "I've never had 
a blow job." I've been dating for several years and 
have driven my own dates to Billy goat hill. I'm 
almost 18 and I've never had a blow job. "I never knew 
a girl who wanted to try it Sarah. I've never dumped a 
girl out there either." 

Sarah just then noticed the erection that had been 
pressing against her thigh for the past several 
minutes. She looked down at it where my pajamas 
gapped. She looked up at me. Her nipples peeking 
through her hair came to pointy hard tips of her 
breasts. 

"Sarah I don't – wait Sarah!" I said as she pushed 
away and turned to go out the door. 

"Do you want a blow job too? Yeuch! All guys are just 
the same! Ick! I'm your sister you pervert!" she 
shouted as she stormed out and down the hall to her 
room. 

I still had a stiff erection I was rubbing on as I 
went to my room. Her light was on and my window was 
still open. I crawled out and over to her window. 
Sarah was lying on her bed, her Panties were off and 
her legs were open. She had one hand holding a breast 
and the other working fingers into her pussy. 

I knelt, watching and stroking as Sarah fingered 
herself. I imagined my hand holding her breast, my 
fingers pinching her nipple. I wanted to suck her tits 
and bring her to orgasm with my fingers in her pussy. 

I kept rubbing my dick as I watched Sarah rolling her 
head from side to side, her hips bucking up off her 
bed as she masturbated herself to orgasm. 

It took her longer to climax than it did me, but I had 
a head start. I'd been aroused longer than she had. I 
watched until she reached for her bedside lamp, I 
moved away from her window before she clicked off the 
light. 

Back in my room I closed my window, turned on my 
bedside light and cleaned myself up, I had to change 
my pajama pants. 

I lay on my bed thinking about Sarah playing with 
herself, I'd watched her undress and go to bed lots of 
times. I'd never seen her masturbate or go to bed 
naked before. 

I was still thinking about Sarah naked when I fell 
asleep. My dreams were filled with her. She was naked 
rubbing her tits in front of me, rubbing them on me! 
Holding my dick in her hand – then screaming at me as 
I was about to cum! In my dream she was climbing on me 
sitting on my lap, kissing me then slapping my face 
and pushing away from me. I couldn't make my arms hold 
her or my hands grip her as she shoved me away!

I woke up from the dream, my light still on and 
sunlight streaming in my window. My bed was a mess 
even though I'd gone to sleep on top of the blankets. 
I changed clothes and went downstairs. It was too 
early for anyone else to be up so I had the kitchen to 
myself. I set up coffee and got out cereal, then went 
got for an early morning run to clear my head. I ran 
ten blocks and turned to run back, a little more than 
a mile but my time was nothing to brag about. 

Sarah could run it faster any time she wanted to, 
without even extending herself. The only reason I am 
stronger than her is because I'm six feet tall and I 
weigh 195 pounds. I run and work out so I don't get 
fat like our father did. His heart attack made a big 
impression on me. He lived through it but he was weak 
as a kitten for a year after it. 

I had planned to take the leg back home at an easy 
pace but two blocks before home I saw Eric's car turn 
the corner ahead of me. I sprinted the last two blocks 
and got there as Sarah opened the door. She stepped 
out onto the steps and pulled the door shut behind 
herself. 

I was in time to hear her "You bastard get away from 
my house! Don't you now honey me you shithead! You 
should have thought of that last night when you pulled 
my hair!"

I couldn't hear what Eric was saying, he wasn't 
shouting at her. I came jogging up then, a little out 
of breath from the sprint. "You better go Eric or my 
big brother might pound you!" she said. 

He turned toward me like I'd threatened him myself. 
Well maybe I should, I wanted to hit him a few times. 
Eric threw up his hands and without thinking I smashed 
his lip. I hadn't even tried to. I just was hitting 
him. He went down and Sarah jumped between us. "No 
more Lucas, don't hit him anymore!" she was shouting 
at me. I could hardly hear her for the roaring of my 
blood in my ears. 

Eric crab walked backward away from us Sarah stayed 
between us looking at me. She didn't even look over 
her shoulder at him. Eric got to his feet. He reached 
inside his car and pulled out a bat. I shoved Sarah 
out of the way and lunged toward Eric before he could 
get set with it. Sarah landed on her butt, her 
bathrobe all askew, showing that she wasn't dressed 
under it. 

I only saw that after I slammed into Eric, knocking 
him down again. He had been distracted by the sight of 
Sarah's body in the morning light. On my hands and 
knees over Eric I looked down at him. "If you come 
here again or go near my sister again I'll pull your 
nuts off and stomp them! Do you hear me, Asshole?" 

His bat was near my hand and his car looked way too 
good. I stood and picked up the bat. As Eric stood I 
looked over at Sarah. She'd sat up and almost 
straightened out her robe. 

"Wait Lucas please?" she said. "My purse is it in your 
car?" she asked Eric. "Let me get my purse please 
Lucas?" she asked me. 

I gestured with the bat toward Eric. "It better be 
there asshole or I'll fuck up your car good. Sarah 
went to the passenger side and climbed in. She felt 
around under the seat and held up her purse. She 
smiled at me like I'd done something terrific. She 
opened the glove compartment and dug out a few things. 
She took some CDs out of the holder and then climbed 
back out of the car. 

"I don't want to see you anymore Eric. Don't call me 
or come over any more." Sarah said to him and walked 
back into the house. 

"I'll put this bat in the back seat if you want it 
Eric." I said as I lined up on the windshield with it. 

Eric climbed into his car and closed the door. I held 
the bat ready but he kept his mouth shut and backed 
out of the driveway. I carried the bat into the house 
as Eric drove away. 

Sarah was sitting on the stairs with her hands 
covering her face. She was crying softly, her 
shoulders hunched. Mom and Dad were both there, angry 
at Sarah and angry at being woke up by all the 
shouting. "Why did you shove your sister into the 
shrubbery and why were you trying to hit Eric with 
that bat?" 

"Mom, its Eric's bat" I answered. "He and Sarah were 
fighting and he pulled out the bat. I thought she 
might get hit." I tried to explain. 

Dad chose then to ask "What time did you get in last 
night?" to Sarah. "It doesn't matter, there's no 
excuse for not calling. You are grounded young lady!" 

Sarah started crying louder now. She opened her purse 
and her phone fell out. She was so upset she couldn't 
even talk. She pointed at the phone and looked up at 
me, her face blotchy from crying and her eyes brimming 
with tears. 

I understood then why she hadn't called. Her phone and 
her purse were still in Eric's car. 

"Mom, Dad, she couldn't call last night. That asshole 
had her phone in his car." It took a while but finally 
the whole awful night was explained to them. We didn't 
go into details, just that Eric wanted her to have sex 
and that he'd dumped her out there after she refused. 
Dad wanted the bat and directions to Eric's house. 

"You won't be seeing that boy again!" Mom said. 
"Lucas, I'm glad you didn't hit him with that bat." 

"I would have," Dad said softly. 

"Am I still grounded?" Sarah asked. 

"You can't go out with that boy or any boy if you 
don't know better than to let them take you to places 
like that." Mom told her. 

"Lucas" Sarah wailed. She clearly hoped I'd be able to 
talk Mom into a lesser punishment. 

"Ok, you can go out with Lucas. He won't take you to 
those kinds of places." Mom told her. 

"Oh Mom!" she wailed as she turned over and scrambled 
up the stairs. 

I needed a shower so I went up to my room then the 
bathroom. I was relaxing in the hot spray, coming down 
from the adrenalin after the near fight with Eric. The 
bathroom door opened and closed. The draft made the 
shower curtain billow against my back. Sarah spoke 
from the other side of the curtain. 

"Thank you Lucas. I'm sorry I shouted at you last 
night. You spoke up for me with Mom and Dad. You 
punched Eric out too. You stuck up for me." She 
thought about how that sounded and giggled. "You stood 
up for me last night too. Hahahaha!" Sarah laughed 
full out. "Do you think I'm pretty Lucas?" she asked, 
suddenly sobered by the idea. 

"Sarah, you know you're pretty, every guy in school 
tells you so." I told her through the curtain. 

"You don't Lucas. You never say I'm pretty. Did you 
get a boner because I was undressed or was it just 
what we were talking about?"

Thinking about her undressed and hearing her voice 
outside the curtain was starting to get to me, I was 
coming erect there in the shower. "I – uh – I was 
turned on by seeing you, a little." I answered. "Did 
you – um – like me seeing you?"

"You can see me now Lucas." she said as she pulled the 
curtain aside. "I thought about you looking at me for 
a long time." She'd let her robe drop to the floor. I 
could see her bare shoulders and one breast, as she 
moved the curtain. "I liked it when you were looking, 
and you didn't try to make me do anything." Her bare 
foot and leg appeared and she stepped into the tub 
with me. 

We stood facing each other, both naked. Her hair was 
pulled back behind her head. Her breasts stood out, 
her nipples contracted and pointy. The bush of her 
pubic hair looked like a red feather once the water 
hit it. She reached for the washcloth and started 
washing away the Mercurochrome from her arm.  I leaned 
out to get another cloth from the pile. I gently 
started cleaning the scratches on her legs. 

"Sarah, do you know how it makes you feel when you 
masturbate? Now that was a stupid question, of course 
you know. What I mean is, you asked me why guys like 
blow jobs. It must be like that." I slid my hand up 
her thigh as I said it. My fingers touched her Labia 
and she didn't try to stop me.  "When you touch here 
it feels different than if I do it, right?"

We spent half an hour or more exploring each other 
before the water got cold then we had to get out and 
dry off. Sarah had showed me a few things I'd never 
even thought about with her hands and I'd convinced 
her to let me finger her while we got dried off. She 
was sitting on the counter with her legs open while I 
knelt there with my fingers in her. She held my wrist 
as her hips jerked. She bit her lips and moaned 
against her arm as she climaxed. 

My erection was bigger than it had been while she was 
rubbing it and I wanted to stick it in her until I 
came. I stood up; my penis lay against her labia, wet 
with the fresh juices from her body. 

"Don't Lucas." she moaned against my chest. She tried 
to push me away but that just rocked her back against 
the mirror. 

"I won't put it in you, but this feels so good. Sarah, 
please!" 

Sarah grasped the shaft and held it against her as I 
thrust again and again. When I did cum, the string of 
sperm spurted out onto her stomach. 

Sarah licked some off her fingers and said "It doesn't 
taste like pee. I thought it would taste like pee."

I'd never tasted cum either. I'd smelled plenty, I'd 
smelled Sarah's underpants too but I'd never tasted 
vaginal fluids either. We both tried the flavors of 
each other and ourselves. 

Sarah washed her hands and her bush while standing 
bare naked in front of the mirror. I sat on the toilet 
seat just watching and waiting my turn. Habit made me 
start rubbing my dick. I'd beaten off to the sight of 
her naked in her room lots of times. This time she was 
right there in front of me. 

Sarah watched over her shoulder for a few minutes then 
turned so I could see her from the front. She stood in 
the Wonder Woman pose with her feet apart and her 
fists on her hips. She leaned back a little and stuck 
out her chest! It was perfect and she was posing just 
for me. 

I stood up in a similar pose but when I leaned back 
from the hips, My dick lay over to the side instead of 
standing straight up. 

"Does it need a little help?" Sarah asked. We were 
both ready to laugh or run. Neither of us knew what to 
do from that point. I reached out and grasped a 
handful of her soft hair, just to feel it in my hand, 
my fingers snagged in a tangle as Sarah turned. Her 
arm came up to push my hand away "No –no –no" she 
cried out. "Don't!" She fell back against the door as 
my hand came loose of her hair. She slumped against 
the door, all bravado and humor gone in an instant, my 
little sister slid to the floor frightened and crying. 

My erection wilted as I knelt down in front of her 
"Sarah, what did I do? What happened?" I was 
bewildered at her reaction. 

"You had that same look in your eyes that Eric did 
last night. You grabbed my hair like he did. I thought 
you were going to try to make me – like he did." Sarah 
was crying now and all her perky pretty girl face was 
covered in a mask of pain and misery. I picked up her 
robe from where she'd dropped it and covered her with 
it. A towel around my waist was enough for me. 

"Sarah, take my hand." I coaxed. She let me pull her 
to her feet. She put on her robe and belted it tight 
around her waist. I followed her out into the hall. 
She went to her room, I went to mine. I was dressed in 
blue jeans and an old plaid cotton shirt and down 
stairs in just a few minutes. It only took me a few 
more minutes to put on my high top running shoes. 

It took Sarah longer but when she got there she had 
brushed the tangles out of her hair and put on one of 
her favorite summer dresses. Just enough to be decent 
Dad called them. There is a front like an apron. No 
back because the front has ties that go around the 
neck and the back over a sports bra. This one was dark 
green that looked good with her hair and set off the 
light green of the dress. The skirt part has a 
waistband held closed with four buttons on each side 
and soft pleats that let the full circle flare out to 
show her legs when she spins. Sarah calls them her 
twirler dresses. She had on light white deck shoes and 
a big matching purse. 

I looked like a hick next to her as she stopped so Mom 
and Dad could get the full effect. 

"Mom, am I really grounded?" Sarah asked in a soft 
voice. There was no use yelling or trying to argue, 
both those things would only make a punishment – no 
matter how unfair, last longer. All Sarah could hope 
for would be if one of them relented and convinced the 
other to go along. 

Dad looked her over. Her scratches from the night 
before were mostly fading pink lines that would 
disappear completely in a few days. The gouge on her 
shoulder was going to leave a mark but it was smaller 
today too. They'd both had some coffee and some time 
to talk over what Sarah had told them. 

"Where is your phone?" was the first thing Dad asked 
her. "What are you all dressed up for?" was the next. 

"I was hoping Lucas could take me to the Mall, or if 
I'm not grounded," she tried "maybe one of you could 
drop me off?" She held up her phone as she said it, a 
little smile on her face. Dad would have softened but 
Mom wasn't ready to go along, I could tell from 
several more years of being in trouble with them. 

Saturday at the Mall can be interesting and I hadn't 
been there for a long time. "I'll take her Mom." I 
volunteered, putting off the time when Mom had to be 
the enforcer. She looked a grateful smile at me in a 
flash. Mom didn't like to punish but when she had, she 
didn't back up often. Sarah hadn't been willful in not 
calling but Mom knew exactly what Billy goat hill was 
about and Sarah's punishment was in part for going 
there with Eric or any boy. 

Dad asked if I needed any gas money. Silly question, I 
always needed cash. He peeled off some bills and 
handed them to me. Get yourselves some lunch too. 
There was a twenty and two tens there. It was only 
9:00 AM. The Mall was opening but it wouldn't get into 
full swing there for another hour or so. 

Mom and Dad were still in pajamas and robes. They must 
have been sitting in the kitchen talking and drinking 
coffee all the time Sarah and I were screwing around 
in the bathroom. Mom told Sarah that she was only 
grounded from dating; she could go out by herself to 
the Mall or Skating but only if she got dropped off 
and picked up by one of us. No movies and no riding in 
cars or going out with boys until School started 
again. 

On the way to the Mall, Sarah untied the strap from 
her neck and wriggled out of the sports bra. I got a 
quick glimpse of her tit before she re-tied the strap. 
Without the Sports bra, her breasts showed from the 
sides and bobbed as she moved. I could barely keep my 
eyes on the road as she wriggled around. When we got 
there and parked, Sarah leaned toward me. She was 
making sure I got a great eyeful. I couldn't see her 
nipples but I could see all the way down her cleavage 
to her stomach. The pale green fabric let enough light 
through to see her areolas shift as she moved. 

"You don't have to stay if you don't want to Lucas." 
she breathed at me. A sly little smile played over her 
face and then she twisted around and hopped out of the 
car. I was ten or fifteen feet behind her by the time 
I got out. I didn't hurry to catch up. She'd hitched 
up the skirt part of her dress and tucked it under the 
waistband. The result was a skirt so short I could see 
the edge of her panty and the gap between her thighs. 
I was enjoying the view! The strip of cloth knotted 
below her shoulder blades was loose enough to let the 
knot droop. She'd spent some time figuring out how to 
make an outfit Dad would let her out in as slutty as 
that. I was semi erect just walking behind her. 

When we got to the food court Sarah stopped and turned 
toward me. I watched her breasts sway under the apron 
front of her dress. They looked bigger somehow than 
they had in the car! Sarah asked me the same question 
twice before I could answer. "Um, I'd like a Cinnamon 
roll and some coffee. What would you like?" She looked 
at me a little weird. She'd told me twice and I still 
didn't know. 

I fished a twenty out of my pocket and handed it to 
her. "Here, get what you want."

She bounced off to order while I watched. If Dad ever 
saw her in that outfit, he'd have a whole new heart 
attack. Mom would ground her for the rest of her life 
and me too for letting her out of the car!

I found a table and sat down looking toward the Mall 
entrance. Sarah came back a little while later. Every 
guy in the food court watched her strut to the table 
and set our food down. She had two slices of cheese 
pizza and a cola drink. 

"Sarah, I love the way you look, I've never seen you 
look this – um sexy before, but you've got to tone it 
down! If any of Mom's friends see you and tell her 
about it she'll freak out and kill us both."

Sarah just set down her slice of pizza, she slowly 
chewed and swallowed the bite she'd taken, holding up 
one finger while she took a drink of her soda, she 
replied at last "I dress like this all the time, all 
the girls I know do. Nobody ever told Mom anything 
before, so I don't see why they would now. Besides, 
you like it." she ducked her head to sip from her 
cola, looking at me from under her brows. 

"Please Sarah, at least put your bra back on while 
we're in the Mall." She pulled it out of her white 
canvas purse and smirked at me, "Right here?"

"Sarah!" came a shout from behind me. Several girls 
came over to where we were sitting. They were all 
pretty and about the same age as Sarah but she looked 
like a swan among geese with them. She was right about 
the clothes, there was more skin showing than covered. 
It seemed like a competition and Sarah beat them all. 

"Eric's been telling everybody He broke up with you! 
Is it true?" one of the girls shrieked. They asked her 
questions like I wasn't even there. I didn't know any 
of their names but I'd seen most of them at school. 
They didn't dress like that at school either! 

One girl had a cropped top so short that when she 
raised her arm I could see the bottom of her tits from 
where I was sitting. They weren't large but the peek-
a-boo look at them made it more intriguing than it 
would have been if she was topless. 

Sarah was keeping up with several conversations at 
once it seemed. I was not paying much attention to 
their chatter until one girl said, "He said after he 
fucked you he threw your clothes out of the car and 
drove off while you were picking them out of the 
pond!"

Sarah had been disheveled but her clothes hadn't been 
wet or even muddy except for her shoes. My face went 
red and my temper took over. "What did you say?" I 
raged as I jumped to my feet! 

"I didn't say it, Eric said it. Is it true?" the 
little bitch asked Sarah, in a tone of voice that 
sounded like she believed it already. 

"Dana! You know it isn't true." Sarah said. "Lucas, 
please don't shout at my friends."

"He tried often enough." Sarah said. "He's always like 
– my balls hurt – they're turning blue –You make me 
horny – it's your fault - you have to help me. He was 
always begging for sex but I never let him do it. Ick 
he's such a liar."

"Don't look now, but here he comes." one of the girls 
said. I looked where she was looking, thinking she was 
trying to be funny. 

Eric and several of his friends were coming toward us. 
He saw me and then saw Sarah through the cluster of 
girls. Eric stopped in his tracks, His friends kept 
walking a few steps until they noticed he'd stopped 
and they saw Sarah. Only one of his friends was 
someone I knew from school, he had a geometry class 
with me. 

"Dave." I spoke up in the sudden silence. "This has 
nothing to do with you. Back off if you're smart, I'm 
going to slap the shit out of Eric." All the girls 
around Sarah were watching to see what would happen 
next. 

Eric looked left and right, He would have looked 
behind him except he'd have to look away and I was 
about to charge. One of his buddies dropped his 
shoulders and set his feet, ready for a fight. Eric 
edged to the side to keep him between us. I looked the 
guy in the eyes. "You gonna fight for him?" He didn't 
answer or step aside, so I spun a chair into his shins 
and yanked him off his feet as he tangled with the 
thing crashing into his legs. I jumped over him and 
grabbed Eric's shirt. I yanked him to me and 
backhanded his face as hard as I could. His lip split 
open where my knuckles ground it into his teeth. I 
slapped him on the nose and watched the blood spurt 
from his nostril. 

I shook him with both hands as another of his friends 
tried to pull me off. I pulled Eric off his feet by 
dragging him over his already downed friend. I 
shrugged off the guy pulling on my arm and spun on 
Dave. He held up his hands and backed away. 

I wanted to kick the shit out of Eric but the Mall 
security guards showed up just then. I looked around 
for Sarah but she was gone!

They were more interested in getting us out of there 
than they were in trying to keep us there. They had no 
authority to hold anyone since we hadn't broken 
anything or stolen any merchandise. They called 
everybody sir and miss and tried to herd us out the 
doors. Eric squawked about calling the cops and 
pressing charges but there were fewer and fewer 
witnesses by the second. 

Sarah was waiting by my car when I got there. I had 
been worried about where she was. 

She had her clothes back like she'd worn them when we 
left the house. I chewed her out for disappearing like 
that and making me worry! All she did was look at the 
ground and murmur "Yes Lucas, I'm sorry." 

We hadn't been at the Mall for very long; in fact we'd 
only been gone from home for a little more than an 
hour when I pulled back into the driveway. Sarah was 
quiet all the way home. Once, she'd asked if I'd tell 
Mom about the fight and seemed relieved when I said I 
wouldn't, but other than that her only conversation as 
I drove was to ask if she could turn on the radio. She 
changed channels until she found one with clear 
reception then sang along with a couple songs. 

We went in the back door, me following Sarah. I bumped 
into her where she'd stopped in the doorway. I looked 
over her shoulder at a sight I'll never forget! Dad 
had Mom naked on the table! He was as naked as she 
was! The scar from his heart surgery was bright red, 
like a neon light pointing at the place where their 
bodies met. Dad looked up and Mom looked over her 
shoulder at us, their surprise as great as ours!

There was nothing for them to cover themselves up with 
and after a few seconds Mom stopped trying to shield 
her breasts with her hands. Dad's dick plopped out and 
he did cover it with his hand, turning away from Sarah 
a little. 

"What are you two doing back here so soon?" Dad 
thundered. He was trying to mask his embarrassment 
with anger, but he was blushing more than getting red 
in the face. 

Mom started laughing like she'd flipped. She didn't 
stop laughing until she started hiccoughing. "Go on 
Hic! Get out of here Hic!" She sat up and slid off the 
table. Her breasts were larger than Sarah's but the 
areolas were about the same size. Mom's curly pubic 
hair was much thicker and darker, giving her mound a 
more mysterious appearance but her belly was almost as 
flat as Sarah's. Mom made shooing motions with her 
hands that made her boobs bob and sway in very 
interesting ways. 

I pushed Sarah through the doorway and propelled her 
on into the kitchen. She kept on going, through to the 
living room as I followed, trying to look without 
staring as we left them there in the kitchen. Mom's 
robe and Dad's were both on the floor by the couch. 
Their pajamas were in piles on the floor. 

"Oh my god!" Sarah blurted out as she noticed the 
clothes. She looked back toward the kitchen then ran 
up the stairs. I was most of the way up before I heard 
her giggling. I'd followed her because I thought she 
was freaking out. She was sitting on her bed laughing 
when I got there. 

"Oh God – Lucas they were doing it right there!" I've 
never seen anyone really doing it before, and there 
they were right on the kitchen table!" Sarah was 
giddy, snickering and grinning. "Dad looked so 
surprised when I came in the door! Oh God Lucas they 
were all sweaty and the look on Dad's face!"

Sarah had one hand in her lap, she was rubbing at her 
crotch through her skirt and I could tell she was near 
climaxing. My erection at the sight of Mom nude was 
increased in size and sensitivity at the sight of 
Sarah masturbating. I closed her door behind me and 
stepped to her bedside. 

"You'll get your dress all messed up if you keep doing 
that. Maybe you could take it off. I'll get you off if 
you'll do a hand job for me." I offered. Sarah was 
unbuttoning the waistband while I was still talking. 

"I wanted to come up here to Frigg myself while we 
were driving home. It's all I could think of after you 
smashed Eric's nose!" Sarah's eyes sparkled as she 
said it. Her dress slid to the floor when she eeled 
out of the straps. Her sports bra wasn't enough to 
restrain her erect nipples completely. She peeled it 
off over her head while I was still unzipping my 
pants. I was bent over untying the laces when Sarah 
pushed down her panty revealing her damp pubic hair 
and reddened Labia She didn't need to pull the lips 
open, they were swollen and inviting. 

Sara stood naked in front of me. I could see her back 
reflected in her closet door and I could see her front 
reflected in her dresser mirror. It was like there 
were lots of pretty naked redheads waiting, not very 
patiently, for me to get my clothes off!

I stood at last and kicked off my shoes while I shoved 
my pants down my legs. We had seen and touched and 
tasted everything the day before but this was 
different. Sarah was as aroused as I was and she 
wanted the contact, maybe more than I did!

I put my hands on her hips, she was standing close 
enough, I didn't need to pull her toward me. Her hand 
closed on my penis and she pushed me over backward 
onto the bed. Sarah climbed onto the bed beside me and 
curled herself around so I could reach her vaginal 
opening. She was wet and slippery already as I 
inserted two fingers into her. Sarah told me when I 
moved my hands and fingers in ways that she liked 
especially well. "Eric just poked and pawed around 
while I beat him off. He never cared what I liked, 
just himself." Sarah was talking in a soft voice as 
she massaged my shaft and rolled my ball sack with the 
other hand. Her breath tickled the hairs on my scrotum 
as she spoke. I could barely concentrate on what I was 
doing with my fingers. 

I decided to try what Sarah was doing; I moved my head 
closer to her pussy and blew gently on the hair. I 
couldn't think of anything else to talk about so I 
started telling her how beautiful and sexy I thought 
she looked in the mirrors. Whatever I said, she 
started moving her hips to press against my fingers. 
Her slit was so close to my face, I tried touching her 
now exposed clitoris with my tongue. 

Sarah groaned and jerked, her body shifted and her 
pussy pressed against my nose. I got into making her 
react again and again. I licked and soon I was sucking 
gently, trying to see how far out it would come. Sarah 
had completely stopped doing anything but pulling my 
hair and pressing my face against her pussy!

"Oh – ah, ah Lucas!" she cried out as she clamped my 
head to her pussy I couldn't breathe very well so I 
pulled my fingers out and pried her hands off my head. 
"No, no don't stop! Lucas please, don't stop!"

Once free of her hands and able to breathe again I was 
willing to go back to licking Sarah's pussy but first 
I pushed her to her back and knelt between her thighs. 

I lay down on her with my ear to her chest. I could 
hear her heart beating fast and hard. I wanted to rub 
my dick against her labia like we'd done in the 
bathroom. As I crawled up her body the head of my 
penis touched then parted her pussy lips. 

Sarah was so worked up, she was bucking and responding 
as her vagina welcomed my penis inside! I thrust into 
her a few inches. Her eyes snapped open as she 
realized what I was doing! It hadn't been what I 
intended to do but it felt so good I didn't even think 
of stopping until Sarah started twisting from side to 
side and pushing my chest away. "No Lucas! Get it out, 
get off me!" She wasn't quite shouting but she was 
getting louder as she reached between us and pulled my 
penis out of her vaginal canal. 

I reluctantly rolled off her and lay there with my 
chest heaving as my hard-on wilted. 

I'd had it inside her for only a few seconds, but it 
was long enough to know I wanted it in there again!

"Lucas we can't do that." Sarah said in softer tones. 
"We can't Lucas, it would be incest!" She was up on 
her elbows looking at my now flaccid penis as she 
spoke. She seemed like she wanted me to talk her into 
doing it even though it was incest. 

Just then Mom called up the stairs "Sarah! Lucas! Are 
you kids up there?" Her feet made the third step 
squeak as she came up. "Your father and I need to talk 
to you kids." She kept coming up the stairs. I could 
hear the hinge of my door squeak as Mom pushed it 
open. I'd never known it was loud enough to hear from 
Sarah's room but I recognized its sound immediately. 

I jumped off the bed as Sarah answered. "I'm here Mom! 
Do you need me? I'll be right down!" She pointed to 
her window and waved me toward it. I was naked, my 
shoes and clothes a pile on her floor. Mom knocked on 
Sarah's door just as I was climbing over the sash. She 
started opening the door before Sarah could reach it 
to stop her. Sarah kicked my clothes under her bed as 
I slipped down out of sight. 

Mom came in to Sarah's room. From where I was on the 
roof, outside my sister's bedroom window, naked in 
broad daylight, I could hear Mom. "What are you 
doing?" Sarah hadn't had time to even grab a robe! 
"I've been exercising Mom." She answered like it 
should have been obvious to anyone. 

"Well, just get dressed and come downstairs. Do you 
know where Lucas went? He's not in his room." 

"I don't know Mom. Maybe he went for a run. He shoved 
me up the stairs and then went away." 

"OK we can wait until he comes back." Mom said. 

I was afraid she meant to wait right there but a 
moment later Sarah leaned out the window and said "You 
can come back in now, Mom's gone. She'd put a robe on 
but I was still naked. She looked me up and down as I 
climbed back in. She watched every move as I picked up 
my clothes and she kept smiling and watching as I 
dressed. "You're going to have to get out and come in 
the front door without anybody seeing you." She 
whispered in my ear. 

The feel of her breath on my neck and ear were enough 
to arouse me again. I was so frustrated I wanted to 
scream! I pulled her robe tie and rather than let me 
undo it she plopped into my lap. My boner was obvious, 
even though I'd pulled on my pants before I sat down 
to put on my shoes. 

"Don't Lucas." She hissed. Her hip pressed against my 
erection and she looked surprised as she felt it with 
her hand. "Once we can get away from Mom and Dad, I'll 
help you with that." she giggled. "You stopped too 
soon for me too." She jumped to her feet and pulled my 
hand to drag me to my feet. 

I finished dressing and climbed out the window again, 
Sarah caught me at the last moment. She put her hand 
behind my neck and kissed me hard on the mouth! As 
much as we'd been fooling around and the sexual play 
we'd been through, I'd never kissed her lips! She held 
on and kissed while I got into kissing her back. "I've 
never kissed anyone who just climbed through my 
window." she giggled as she pulled away. 

Sarah untied her robe then and held it open so I had a 
great look at her tits and bush before I climbed down 
from the roof to the bushes by Mom and Dad's bedroom. 
There was nobody in there or I'd have been seen but I 
knew Mom would be in the living room and she'd have 
heard me if I dropped onto the patio. I'd snuck out of 
my room lots of times, it's how I first looked into 
Sarah's room. She'd been dancing to music on the radio 
while she got ready for bed. I liked the way her body 
looked before she pulled on her pajamas. I was hooked 
on the sight in just those short few minutes. 

I ran at a diagonal away from the house, once I'd 
gotten clear of the bushes. The fence in the corner 
had a cross brace right where I could step to vault 
over the six foot barrier. There was a chance on 
Saturday that someone was home there, but it was the 
best way out of our back yard. My luck held, I 
couldn't quite see over the six foot fence until I was 
climbing it. I had to run, grab and vault. If I tried 
to go slow I'd have to climb over the top and make a 
lot of noise. There was no one in their yard and their 
car was not in the driveway. I noticed that the grass 
was a little long back there. My footprints were 
pretty visible so I stayed by the fence and jogged to 
the driveway and then the street. 

A fast run around the block and I jogged up to our 
front door. 

The door was locked; Dad opened it as I fumbled with 
the keys. The events of the past twenty or thirty 
minutes had taken less time than it had seemed like. 

Mom and Dad had gotten themselves together. Dad had on 
khaki pants and a blue shirt with the sleeves rolled 
up. Mom was dressed in blue pants and an off white 
pullover, which was snug enough to remind me just how 
large and round her bare tits were. Sarah was dressed 
in pants and a loose top, with her hair pulled back in 
two braids.  Mom was sitting on the edge of her chair 
and Dad moved to it on his favorite easy chair. That 
left the couch beside Sarah for me. 

I figured we were in for an uncomfortable time while 
they tried to explain that what we'd seen was 
perfectly normal, a little "Birds and Bees" talk and 
maybe a scolding for something we'd done or not done. 
The last time Dad had tried to "Give me the Talk" it 
had ended with the loss of internet privileges until 
Dad had to help me with my homework. 

We were sitting there wondering what it was all about 
when Mom cleared her throat in the way she did when 
she wanted us to listen. "Kids, you caught us 
celebrating earlier." she started, then stopped. "I 
mean, we all should be celebrating." 

She stopped again while I pictured all four of us 
naked and fucking in the kitchen! A grin sprang to my 
face at the mental image of me between Mom's upraised 
legs, like Dad had been. Sarah saw it and I think she 
knew what I was thinking. She started snickering but 
before it could turn into a full laugh Dad broke in. 
"Kids we have to move!" He blurted out. "Wait, what I 
mean is we put a down payment on a new house." 

Sarah and I looked at each other than at Dad. I didn't 
understand quite what Dad was saying. Mom said "We got 
an answer on our offer for a house. We didn't tell you 
kids because it was a very low offer and we didn't 
think it would go through. Money's going to be tight 
until we can sell this house but we can swing it if 
everybody helps out." Dad said. 

Sarah cut to the point for her in one question. "Where 
is the new house?" She followed up with another, "When 
are we moving?"

"The new place is about twenty miles from here, near 
Eagleton. It's really in Brallet, not far from the 
Eagleton city limits." Dad said. "You drive out the 
highway to the Eagleton exit and turn right instead of 
going straight on."

Mom shushed him "Martin they don't need directions, 
we'll all go over there this afternoon. Ok Elise, 
you're right." Dad said. 

"Will we have to go to school in Eagleton?" Sarah 
asked. School rivalries ran strong between the North 
Cape Bulldogs and the Eagleton Claws. She didn't seem 
like a Rah - Rah type but she ran on our school track 
team and often slept in a Bulldog tee shirt. 

"I think so honey." Mom answered. "The school busses 
don't go there from North and gas for driving to 
school might be one of the things we have to cut back 
on. You might be able to stay at North Cape but let's 
not worry about that now. Let's all get ready to go 
look at our new house!" Mom was trying to be the 
Cheerleader about the move. "Go get your swim suits 
and some big towels! You'll need them!" She looked 
happy as we went up to get the suits. 

Dad and Mom were ready with a bag filled with beach 
stuff and towels by the time we got back. They had 
been ready when they told us. We all trooped out to 
Mom's station wagon because there was more room than 
Dad's car.  Half an hour later we were turning off 
toward Brallet. Dad pointed out the intersections like 
a tour guide. Apparently they had driven all over this 
area looking at houses that were on the market due to 
a local downturn in the economy. We drove another ten 
minutes or so, Mom reading out directions as Dad 
drove. I was paying attention to the turns and 
Landmarks as we went. Sarah watched what she could of 
the places we passed, calling out the names of shops 
and restaurants she was interested in. 

We finally turned into a subdivision and on to Little 
Swan Court. Dad pulled up in front of a house with a 
two car garage and a wide front porch. The front of 
the house showed three windows upstairs and wide 
picture windows in the living room. There was enough 
side yard between the house and the neighbor's house 
for another garage. The back yard had a tall wooden 
fence with a gate. The soft pastel yellow walls looked 
clean and inviting. 

"This is where we're going to move kids! You two can 
go choose your rooms upstairs, while we get the keys 
and sign the last of the papers. You're going to love 
it here!" 

I had to admit I liked what I saw. The garage was 
attached to the side of the house. There would be no 
nights on the roof watching Sarah while she undressed, 
but I had a better view from her bed and I was pretty 
sure I'd be welcome there soon. 

Mom and Dad hustled us away from the gate to the back 
yard and got us all together on the porch. Yolanda the 
realtor introduced herself as she opened the door from 
inside the house. "Hi I'm Yolanda Cruz, the Realtor!" 
all bright smile and deep cleavage. 

She held out her hand to Sarah, then to me after Sarah 
shook it. "You must be Lucas! Your Mom and Dad have 
told me all about you! I'm Sarah," Sarah said, to 
Yolanda's shoulder. 

Yolanda steered me toward the stairs and pointed up. 
"The bedrooms are up there, except the Master of 
course. Why don't you go on up and I'll – I mean we'll 
join you after the paperwork is all done."

Sarah and I climbed the wide carpeted stairs to the 
landing, Yolanda shepherded Mom and Dad into the 
kitchen, and apparently the papers were in there. 

"I thought she was going to start tearing off your 
shirt right there in the front hall!" Sarah seemed 
irritable at the idea. I laughed it off before we 
separated on the landing. We each walked into open 
doors at the opposite ends of the small carpeted 
space. I walked into a bedroom that had a walk in 
closet and a bathroom! The closet was almost as big as 
my whole room! 

"Sarah, come check it out! This room has its own 
bathroom!" 

"No it doesn't!" came her voice from the bathroom. 
"They share a bathroom!" Sarah walked through the 
bathroom door. "This has to be my room." she announced 
firmly. "You don't need that big a closet but I do." 

There was still another door we hadn't looked in yet, 
Sarah went through the hall door while I checked out 
the bathroom and the other bedroom. The bathroom was 
built over the kitchen and had its wall against the 
garage. There was a small window over the huge 
bathtub. It was too high to look out while taking a 
bath but it let in a lot of light. The room Sarah was 
claiming had only one window looking out over the 
front lawn. The other bedroom connected to the 
bathroom had a window overlooking the front yard and 
one that looked out on the side yard. There were a 
pair of closet doors on one wall of the room that 
seemed to have as much space as the walk in did. 

Sarah was welcome to the room she chose. I could see 
the car in the driveway. I was looking out toward the 
side yard when Sarah came rushing in. "Come look 
Lucas! Come look out in the back yard!" She pulled 
urgently on my arm and hauled me out the door. She 
pulled me across the hallway babbling excitedly. 
"You're not going to believe- ." She cut off as she 
pulled me into a small room with a window that looked 
out the back. It was smaller than Sarah's room and its 
closet was tiny. She led me to the window. The blue 
glare from the back yard made it hard to see what was 
there for a moment. 

There was a Swimming pool! Three times as long as 
Mom's car at least and about three times as wide! We 
both crowded up to the window to look out. Sarah was 
ready to run down and jump in. "Mom – Dad there's a 
pool!" Sarah yelled as she barreled into the kitchen. 
I followed a little slower but no less interested. 
"Mom, you didn't tell us there's a pool!" Sarah blew 
past them and out the back door. 

Yolanda looked startled, but Mom and Dad weren't 
surprised at Sarah's outburst, they'd obviously 
expected a loud enthusiastic reaction to us finding 
out about the pool. 

Dad and Mom were grinning and laughing as I followed 
Sarah to the back yard past them. Yolanda and the 
paperwork were left behind as they followed us out the 
back door. 

Sarah loves swimming as much as she does running track 
but our school doesn't have a swim team. She had her 
suit in the car, the same place as mine but she didn't 
wait, as I got there she hit the water in a huge 
cannon ball. The spout of water thrown up soaked me 
and almost splashed Dad. Mom held back with Yolanda. 
Dad tried to throw me into the pool but I slipped out 
of his grasp. We horsed around pushing at each other 
for a few seconds, until Mom charged up and tipped us 
both into the water.  

Sarah's thin summer top billowed up around her where 
she was treading water. I could see her boobs in the 
sports bra she'd chosen to wear. Her shorts showed the 
color of her panties. I hadn't gotten a big breath 
before the water closed over my head so I lost no time 
getting to the surface. Sarah was in the deep end, I 
passed close enough too her to feel the current caused 
by her kicking and paddling. She smiled at me and 
grabbed the back of my shirt, to duck me as I passed. 

My head went under as Sarah climbed me like a monkey! 
I grabbed for something, anything, trying to get hold 
of her and let my longer arms keep her from ducking me 
again. My fingers closed on cloth and I pulled down as 
I pushed her off. I kicked off the bottom and rose 
past Sarah who was on the way down. I got another 
breath before I realized I'd grabbed Sarah's bra! When 
I realized where my grab had landed, I pulled up on 
the band of cloth between her breasts and was rewarded 
by a good look at them in the water. Her top flowed 
down over them as she pushed off the bottom. I'd won 
the ducking contest! Sarah swam to the other side of 
the pool, adjusting her clothes there out of sight of 
Mom and Yolanda. 

Dad had his back to us as he climbed out of the pool 
and stalked over to Mom, water sluicing off him, 
squelching in his shoes as he walked. 

Sarah climbed out on the ladder and I climbed the 
stairs in the shallow end, we both wanted more time in 
the water. We needed to get our suits from the car, 
the towels were there too so we went together. Sarah 
was laughing at the way I'd splashed into the pool. I 
reached out and grabbed the back of her shorts to keep 
her from getting to the car first. She stopped and I 
kept moving as my fingers slipped in the waistband. My 
hand shoved down the back of her shorts, my knuckles 
rubbed against her wet butt cheeks. 

Sarah jumped as I goosed her. I yanked my hand away 
before I could really enjoy the feel of her firm round 
ass. Dad came up behind us, unaware there had been 
anything out of the ordinary going on. "Did you kids 
even notice the cabana?" Sarah held my hand in hers as 
we turned to face him. He was looking back over his 
shoulder at a brick building on the far side of the 
pool. The back yard was wider than the front, kind of 
like a piece of pie, if the point was out in the 
courtyard. 

I hadn't really been able to look at all the back 
yard, since Dad tried to push me in and Mom ambushed 
us both. The cabana didn't look at all like the house; 
it looked more like it belonged to the neighbors 
across the back. I looked that direction and all I 
could see was trees. There was no house over there not 
left or right either. 

Dad passed us on the way to the car where he retrieved 
the bag of towels. He tossed one to Sarah and one to 
me. "Go change into your suits. You can go for a swim 
before dinner." He pulled his suit out and jogged to 
the cabana. 

"I have to use the bathroom." Sarah said. "I'll change 
in there." She pulled her suit out and handed me the 
bag. 

Mom and Yolanda were standing over by the pool as I 
passed. "Too bad you don't have a suit, you could swim 
with us." Mom said. 

"I just live two houses away. I walked over here, but 
I do have a busy afternoon, can I get a raincheck?" 
Yolanda asked. "Maybe after you get moved in we can 
have a block party to introduce you to your new 
neighbors."

Mom has never been enthusiastic about big parties so I 
didn't think she'd go for it. I was surprised to hear 
her say "That would be great! We plan to be all moved 
in by the end of August, before the kids start 
school."

"My kids practically grew up in that pool." Yolanda 
said. "Claire and Taylor are at camp for the next few 
weeks."

"How old are your kids?" Mom asked. I was interested 
so I hung back as Sarah took off for the house. 

"Claire is oldest she's 14 and Taylor is 12 almost 13, 
Claire starts High School this year. Taylor is still 
in Junior High."

"Too bad your son is so young. I said. Are there any 
other guys my age around here?"

"Oh, Taylor is a girl Lucas. Ha, ha. She's a little 
tomboy but she's a girl. "Since my husband left there 
hasn't been a man in our house except Claire's 
boyfriends." She laughed when she said it; her eyes 
never left my face as she spoke. 

Mom looked toward the cabana where Dad had gone. "You 
better go in and change too Lucas." You and Sarah can 
stick your clothes in the dryer. It's in the room off 
the kitchen. 

Yolanda said she'd give Mom a call soon and walked 
around the house toward her house as Mom went to the 
cabana and I headed for the house. I'd pulled my 
trunks out before handing the bag to Mom. 

Sarah wasn't in the bathroom downstairs so I went up, 
looking for her. She wasn't in her bedroom either so I 
checked the bathroom. She was standing in front of the 
mirror, looking at her reflection. Her hair was still 
wet and hung down her back, just beginning to lift 
where it was starting to dry. 

I watched her turn and look for a few breaths before I 
knocked and she turned to look at me. "Do I look Ok 
Lucas?" Her Jade green bikini was strained to the max 
holding in her growing female charms. 

Her little bikini top had looked much larger last 
year. The sight of her body in those little scraps of 
cloth had a very erotic effect on me. "I – ah _ I like 
the way – err, the way you look."

She blushed and giggled. Looking at my crotch she 
said, "I can see that you do. It seems like every time 
I see you, you have a boner." She teased. 

"More like every time I see you!" I shot back. 

"I did say I'd help you with that, but there's no way 
I'm going to give you a hand job in here." Sarah 
laughed as she said it. My penis throbbed harder just 
hearing her say hand job!
 
I'd stepped all the way into the bathroom. Sarah's wet 
clothes were in a pile on the floor. I pulled my shirt 
over my head and unbuckled my belt. "Are you going to 
watch me?" I asked. Sarah just stood there as I 
unzipped my pants and let them fall. I had an enormous 
erection so she saw my penis as swollen as it could be 
when I worked my wet underpants off. 

My stiff penis slapped against my belly with a loud 
enough thwack to cause her to jerk back. She didn't 
look away and I started feeling proud. I was erect and 
naked in front of my scantily clad sister. She'd been 
naked in front of me without knowing lots of times. 
The reversals of our situation were not lost on me. 

I grasped the shaft of my penis and started moving the 
skin up and down. Sarah licked her lips, about to tell 
me to stop or to go faster, I don't know. I reached 
for her bikini top with my other hand. 

My fingers grazed her tit and the spell was broken. 
Sarah jumped away from the counter where she'd almost 
sat. She almost ran out the door into her room, 
leaving me there with my pants around my ankles. "See 
ya in the pool!" she shouted as she bounded down the 
stairs. 

I sat on the toilet and pulled my shoes off. I got my 
pants and shorts off too. There I was naked, with a 
painful erection. What was I going to do? Sarah's wet 
underpants and bra were right there. I gathered up the 
flimsy material and massaged my penis with them until 
I shot a load. I caught the load in the panty. I shook 
most of it out into the toilet and rubbed the last of 
it around and into the material. 

I pulled on my trunks and gathered up Sarah's clothes 
with mine. I tossed all the clothes into the dryer 
that I located downstairs, right where Mom said it 
would be. The controls were easy to figure out. Mom 
and Dad came into the house as I was going out. Mom 
said they decided not to swim today after all. They 
were going to drive over to a pizzeria nearby and 
bring back some food for us all. 

 They pulled out of the driveway as I went out the 
door and to the pool. Sarah was lying face down on a 
pool float with her arms in the water. She didn't hear 
me come close because I was barefoot. I launched into 
the center of the pool, making a huge splash that 
nearly turned the float over. 

She slipped sideways, her legs hanging in the sun 
warmed water. I caught her ankle and pulled myself up, 
letting my body slide against hers the full length. As 
my head broke water behind hers I put my hand on her 
belly and pulled her butt against my groin. 

I clamped my lips on her neck where it meets her 
shoulder and pretended I was biting her. My erection 
was nearly poking over the waistband of my trunks. I 
had it pressed into the crack of Sarah's ass. She was 
kicking to move the raft in circles but her legs were 
kicking to the sides, trying to not dislodge me. I 
ground my hips and let my hand slide down her belly 
under her suit. I was kicking to guide the raft into 
the shallow end where I could get firm footing. Once 
we got there, I could plant both feet and stop our 
spinning. 

I ducked under Sarah's arm and surfaced again between 
her elbows, facing her breasts. 

I pushed my lips together between her tits and went 
"brrr, brrrt, rrrrt, motorboat!" By inserting myself 
between her and the raft, I made Sarah have to let her 
feet drop to lie flat against me. I could feel the 
outline of her vulva pressing against the head of my 
penis. I wanted to yank her suit aside and pound my 
dick into her! 

Sarah tightened her hold around my neck and shoulders, 
I pressed my lips to hers and we kissed long deeply 
satisfying kisses. I tried to pull the tie behind her 
neck to get her bikini top off. I wanted to see her 
boobs there in the sunlight. I wanted to feel them rub 
against my chest hair. She slapped my hand away and 
leaned back with her legs tight around my waist. She 
pulled each cup to the side exposing her nipples, then 
pulled them further until the green fabric framed her 
pretty creamy breasts and held her coral pink nipples 
up toward my face. 

I'd kissed a nipple before, but never with as much awe 
and wonder. Sarah held still as I looked at them. The 
areolas puffed up a little and the nipples themselves 
got hard. I leaned my face forward almost into the 
water as I put my lips on one and sucked. 

Sarah hissed as I tickled her nipple with my tongue, 
when I sucked on it the areola got puffier and the 
nipple enlarged. I cupped that breast in my hand; she 
held the back of my neck as I suckled at the other 
breast. I'd let myself sink deeper in the water to 
make it easier to nurse at her soft smooth boobs. When 
I pulled myself up to kiss her lips, my penis rammed 
into her labia. I bobbed down and up again softer, 
again and again. 

Sarah got into it and had her legs around my hips 
while I was only using my arms to hump her through our 
suits. 

"Do you kids want some Pizza!" Dad shouted from the 
driveway. I'd been so intent on what I was doing that 
I hadn't even heard the car pull in!

Sarah ducked under the water leaving me leaning 
against the wall. My erection diminished some but 
remained large enough to be troublesome. She surfaced 
as Dad came through the gate, followed by Mom and 
Yolanda who had found time for a swim after all. She 
was wearing a two piece suit that showed off a trim 
figure. Her bathing suit certainly looked better than 
the Outfit she wore for work! This Realtor put in some 
serious gym time! 

Her boobs weren't huge, not even as big as Mom's lush 
ripe breasts but there was no obvious sign of plastic 
surgery. Her yellow top was thin enough; I could make 
out the size and shape of her areolas. As Yolanda 
looked at Dad, Mom watched him slitty eyed. Yolanda 
wasn't doing anything obvious like flirting, she 
laughed at Dad's jokes but only the funny ones. Mom 
stared daggers at her back while Yolanda circled Dad 
with a bag of sodas that she put out on the patio 
table. 

I could appreciate the view as she leaned to place a 
glass and plates for each of us. This necessitated her 
moving all the way around and bending straight legged 
at each place. Mom carried one Pizza, extra cheese, 
ham and tomato slices, and Dad had the other, 
mushroom, sausage and olives. They always got the same 
thing and I always had two slices of each. 

Sarah got her top back in place while she treaded 
water beside me. She stepped up on the ladder, giving 
my groin a pat as she did. She wiggled her butt at me 
and pulled out her bikini bottom while she stood above 
me. I couldn't really see much but when the cloth 
slipped between her cheeks my erection slammed back to 
full strength!

Sarah let her bikini bottom snap back into place and 
stood wringing water out of her hair. I needed a few 
minutes before I could climb out. Dad and Mom were 
seated at the table. 

Yolanda had set places for the four chairs and pulled 
the stool from in front of the barbeque, she sat with 
her drink between Mom and Dad and her Pizza plate on 
her knee. 

Sarah pulled a couple slices from Mom's Pizza box and 
chose a drink before she sat. There was some tension 
around the table but I was too hungry to pay much 
attention. I took two slices and my drink and sat to 
eat. Every time Yolanda picked up her pizza, she took 
tiny bites and licked her lips before chewing and 
swallowing. 

She looked at Dad often but mostly she watched Sarah 
and me. She was checking me out! Every time I looked 
in her direction, she reached or stretched, making her 
bathing suit top gap away from her breast. I had a 
good look at her crotch over the table top too. 
Yolanda crossed and uncrossed her legs several times, 
making sure I had a good look at the tight fabric 
covering her mound. It was deliberate!

I could see her whole vagina covered and outlined by 
the yellow nylon fabric of her bathing suit. Sarah, 
off to my side and Mom to the other side of Sarah, 
didn't have a view like mine. Yolanda's knees were 
aimed directly at me. Dad had a good look when she 
crossed her legs but her crotch was covered by her 
thighs. 

As Sarah finished up her third slice and I took a 
fourth, Yolanda remembered the business she had come 
back to talk to Mom and Dad about. 

She looked at Mom when she said "These chairs and the 
table, and those lounge chairs, belong to the company 
that dresses places up to sell. They'll be by to pick 
them up in the next few days unless you want to buy 
them." The furniture looked fairly new and Mom was 
looking at it with a designer's eyes. She was 
imagining what she would do different. 

"They can get it any time unless they want to give us 
a pretty big discount. I have a few ideas about how I 
want the patio. We may decide to screen in this part 
and leave the Barbeque uncovered."

Yolanda turned to Dad "The lawn service was just here 
a few days ago. You'll need to call them to continue 
service. My office has been paying them but that will 
stop too." 

Dad sat up at that and turned to me. "My son and I 
will be taking on the yard work for a while. I have an 
hour less commute time and he has all weekend. We can 
cope I'm sure. What equipment are we going to need? 
Let's check it out son!" He stood and beckoned me to 
my feet. "Ladies, we'll be back in a few minutes."

Dad led the way to the garage where we surveyed a 
collection of rusty bent or broken tools. The former 
owners hadn't bothered to take them. We had a push 
mower but that would take three days just to cut the 
grass! "You go check in the cabana son, see if they 
left anything there that we can use. I'll call them 
tomorrow to see what the service would cost. We'll 
have to do a lot ourselves Lucas. Until our old house 
sells, we have two mortgage payments."

Dad was appealing to me to act like a grown up and 
pull my weight. I was already in charge of the lawn 
care of our old house. That took a few hours twice a 
week, but this place was at least three times the size 
and there were shrubs all the way along the fence. 

I looked over the junk in the garage. "I'll go look 
around Dad but I think we're going to need a new Lawn 
mower at least!" He grunted as he pulled some hedge 
trimmers out. 

I went back out and told Mom what Dad had said. "I'll 
help you look!" Yolanda said as she jumped to her 
feet. We walked to the cabana before she said anything 
more. "Look Lucas" she said pointing off to the side, 
"You can see my house from here." I looked and she 
smiled at me. "When I looked over here a while ago, I 
just couldn't resist coming to join you two." 

"Could you see us swimming?" I asked, hoping she 
hadn't seen anything she'd want to tell Mom. 

"I heard the splash when you jumped in and looked out 
the window. You and your sister were wrestling for the 
float. It looked cool and fun, so I went and found my 
suit. By the time I got out of the house, your parents 
were coming home. I stopped them and got forks and 
plates." 

"Were you watching us?" I asked, hoping the damage was 
minimal and I could go on living. 

"Oh no, I had to try on several suits to find one that 
fit. Do you like the way this one fits Luke? Can I 
call you Luke?" She pulled at the top of her suit as 
she asked; she walked backward a few steps, still 
heading for the cabana. When she adjusted her top, she 
nearly spilled her boobs out!

"Mrs. Cruz, um it looks fine. I mean, you look great, 
um." I couldn't tear my eyes away from her chest to 
look her directly in her face! 

We had arrived at the cabana and Yolanda turned to go 
in. Over her shoulder she said "You can call me Yoli, 
if you want Luke." 

"Oh um sure uh Yoli do you know what they used to do 
the yard work? What they mowed with?"

Yolanda had gone into the cabana so I followed. The 
light was dimmer in there, her blonde hair shone like 
a beacon. Her tan looked darker and her swimsuit 
looked almost white. As my eyes adjusted to the 
dimness I saw the interior. There was a couch and a 
table Yolanda stood by the couch, her suit looked 
yellow again but it was on the floor by her feet! She 
stepped out of the bottoms and toward me. Her breasts 
were more than ample, their round fullness made the 
areolas and nipples point out and down a little until 
her arms, raised toward me encircled my neck. 

I was so surprised that my hands still hung to my 
waist. She pressed her big warm firm breasts against 
my chest and pulled my belly against hers. The 
pressure ground my engorged penis against her stomach; 
she smiled and cocked her head to keep looking at my 
face. 

"Do you like what you feel Luke? I know you like what 
you see." I raised my arms to embrace her. Naked, she 
looked better than any clothes could improve. In the 
dim light she looked no older than Sarah. I was more 
stimulated than I'd ever been before as she knelt and 
pulled down my trunks. 

My penis, freed from my suit, slapped against my belly 
then stood out from my body, rigid and throbbing. Yoli 
grasped it gently but firmly. Nothing hesitant about 
the way she pulled it to her and into her warm soft 
mouth! In less than a second she had my dick half way 
in her mouth. She sucked as she drew back, letting my 
penis slide out. She kissed the head and then opened 
her lips again to suck it back in. Her hand held my 
shaft while she moved her head and shoulders. A few 
minutes of the first blowjob I'd ever had and I was 
ready to explode. 

Yoli knew before I did, that only a little more 
stimulus would make me cum. She pulled back off the 
glistening shaft of my penis, the head clamped firmly 
in her lips. Her hand on my hip remained there as she 
stared up at me. Below her face I could see her big 
round breasts. She sucked in my whole penis and let it 
slide almost all the way out. She clamped on the head 
as her other hand cupped my balls and gently squeezed 
them. 

I climaxed as she held the sperm in, not releasing the 
string of cum. I surged again and again! Finally she 
let my cum spew into her mouth, and then she sucked me 
dry!

"I wanted to fuck you Luke, but it's too dusty in 
here. That couch is great but we'd get filthy." She 
stood and rubbed her chest against mine. "Do you think 
we could fuck standing up? Maybe we could at that." 
she said speculatively as my penis responded from its 
flaccid state to touch her thigh. I almost got a full 
erection when she pulled my head down to hers and 
kissed me hard on the lips. She opened her mouth and 
pressed her tongue into mine. 

I'd never had a blow job before, but now I knew what 
guys liked about them! 

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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