Comfortably casual in her near-nudity, Cherys stood in the hallway wearing nothing but a white towel. Her still damp hair hung back and clung to her scalp, her trademark wry grin on her lips as she cocked her head to the side and looked at me. I couldn’t help but notice how the cloth was tied-off between her breasts and barely extended low enough to cover her pussy.
It wasn’t the first time I’d seen her like this, and it wouldn’t be the last. I knew from past experience that the towel would not completely cover her ass, and if she turned around I would be treated to the smiley-face lower curves of each cheek.
“You got a tongue or you just going to stare at me?” There was a tease in her voice now.
I picked my jaw up off the floor and then realized my goofy grin had not gone away. Sheepishly, I stared at the floor and muttered an, “Aw, nothing.”
I could feel my ears turning red. Only one woman could ever affect me this way, and she was standing right in front of me. I was a good-looking kid with a lot of confidence, and around school I strutted as if I owned the place. No high school ‘girl’ could ever break my poised demeanor. But one look and a teasing word from this goddess and I just melted. For some reason I felt like I was only four feet tall.
Cherys smiled knowingly and then strode across the hall and into my sister’s bedroom.
I let out a long sigh and let my shoulders sag. Monica had swallowed my load only twenty minutes ago. But I was hard again and a fresh encounter with my dream girl was about to cause a sticky mess and require a new box of tissues.
I was just about to go into my bedroom when the bathroom door popped open again. Automatically, I paused to look and then out came Danielle, my sister. Ordinarily, I wouldn’t have paid her any mind and just continued to my room to unwind and jerk off to my latest Cherys-fantasy.
But right now I was primed to blow, my body saturated with hormonal excitement, and the sight of another half-naked girl was enough to arrest my attention. Just two inches shorter than my 6’1″, Danielle was a very pretty girl in her own right, a green-eyed dirty blonde with a wonderfully toned body. Her tits pushed out the towel just right and her willowy figure turned heads up and down the streets.
A part of my mind reared up and began flashing warning signs into the back of my brain: **She’s your fucking SISTER! Look away! Look away! Danger! Danger!**
For the first 30 seconds or so, my eyes and my jaw refused to acknowledge the signals. I drank in every curve, hidden by the terrycloth and yet revealed with conscious knowledge that bare flesh lay along a parallel path only millimeters beneath the surface. I followed the traces of her long, bare legs upwards (and up… and up…) until they disappeared into that hateful fabric.
But then her voice cut in and the illusion of ‘beautiful girl’ was shattered in favor of the ‘big sister’ reality. “Hey!” Danielle reached out and snapped her fingers in front of my face. “Wake up!”
I came to my senses, but still stood there silently with a dazed expression on my face. A giggle floated across the hall from my sister’s bedroom. Danielle turned and then sighed, “Cherys has been messing with you again, hasn’t she?”
Like a robot, I nodded automatically.
With a wonderfully understanding and loving expression, she smiled and then reached up with one arm to wrap it around my shoulder and give me a quick hug. “Don’t worry,” she said quietly into my ear. “You’ll get yours someday, little brother. Everything works out alright in the end.”
It sounds trite and impossible, but I believed her. I always believed her. She was only a year older than me, but for most of our lives she felt more like a second mother. Most kids go through either a jealous or aggressive phase towards their younger siblings, often both. Danielle was never anything but a wonderful big sister. We had a relationship built on sibling trust, and I easily fell into our old family patterns.
Despite the close proximity of a barely-clothed female, I felt my arousal dimming as she hugged me comfortably. My erection softened and I wrapped her up in my arms. “Thanks, Dani.”
“Mmm…” she just hummed, enjoying the loving feeling as she snuggled tighter into me. “You haven’t hugged me in MONTHS. I forgot how nice this feels.”
The ‘months’ comment percolated in my brain. I stepped back and held her at arms length. “Oh, hey! That’s right, it’s a Thursday! What are you guys doing here?” Danielle and Cherys were freshman at the in-state University that was a good hour-and-a-half drive away.
She shrugged. “It’s a mid-term break. Yeah, I know, it’s a random coupla days in the fall. The school has a strange schedule. But we were a little homesick and mom promised to make Lasagna. So we came back for the long weekend and don’t have class again ’til Tuesday!”
Danielle gripped my forearms and sharpened her gaze on me. “Now you have to help me tonight. Mom’s been dropping hints that she’s going to resurrect the whole poor-me-I’ll-never-have-grandchildren conversation.”
I smirked. It was an annoying, if understandable fear of our mother’s. She’d harped on it so much while we were growing up that Danielle was afraid to come out for a long time. I was the first person she’d told when she started dating Cherys, and I’m very proud of the trust she put in me. And now with Danielle out of the closet and me vocally waffling on whether or not I ever wanted to have kids, our mother was constantly badgering us about grandchildren. She accepted Danielle’s lesbianism easily, but she wouldn’t accept a lack of grandkids.
“Done,” I answered confidently, happy to support my sister. “But then you’ve got to remind Cherys that if she ever tires of you and needs a good, strong man-”
“Hey!” she interrupted.
I laughed. “Just… try to keep it down tonight. Some people here might actually be trying to sleep.”
Danielle laughed and agreed. But then sometime close to midnight, she and Cherys failed miserably at keeping quiet.
After ten minutes of listening to their moans, I realized I’d never get any sleep as long as my cock kept twitching. So grabbing a tissue, I closed my eyes and listened to the ecstatic sounds floating through the wall. My mind was filled with visions of Cherys in all her nude splendid glory, contorted into erotic positions that would make a Greek sculptor blush in embarrassment. Once I’d gotten my rocks off, slumber came with relative ease.
***
Game Night. There’s nothing else quite like it: the brisk air, crackling with energy; the hum of a thousand local fans rattling the bleachers; the Friday night lights illuminating our stage. And the pinnacle of all game nights is Rivalry Night. We were on our home field, with our cross-town rivals ready to bash our teeth in. Whatever ‘it’ is, I could feel ‘it’ in the air.
“Hey there, hunk…” A perky, raven-haired Senior cheerleader was waiting by the curb as I pulled up. She was dressed like a dirty old man’s wet dream: full cheer outfit with her hair in pigtails with blue and yellow colored ribbons, her makeup sparkling with sexy-innocent allure, and her top a little too tight and short enough to reveal a wide expanse of her flat belly with every movement. The white uniform with blue and yellow trim showed off her gorgeous body to perfection.
“Back off you little cocktease,” Monica growled as she stepped out of the passenger seat of my car, careful to keep her own cheerleading uniform neat. The words were biting but the smile on Monica’s face muted any heat. The two best friends did their little clapping and jumping and giggling thing together.
“I’ll see you after the game,” I called out through the open window, then put the car into gear.
“Don’t forget to watch me, big boy!” The dark-haired girl turned away from me and gave a little wiggle of her short-skirted ass in my direction. I suppressed the shudder of arousal threatening to work its way down my spine. My world was full of temptations, and out of all the young pussy at school, this hot little vixen could possibly be THE worst one.
Clearly, the biggest crack in my monogamous loyalty was Cherys, the angel of my dreams. But she was unattainable and therefore extremely unlikely to actually cause any damage. Hell, Monica even had some idea that I lusted after my sister’s girlfriend, but she didn’t really fear Cherys.
So the second biggest threat to my loyalty was Cherys’ hot vixen of a little sister, Elemis. Same iridescent eyes, same cheekbones, same sparkling personality. And to further tempt me, Elemis was built like a Russian tennis starlet. Her legs went on forever and she had a habit of wearing REALLY short skirts that just barely covered her butt cheeks. To top it all off, she looked just enough like her older sister to ruffle my feathers any time she wanted, which was pretty often. And she was the one shaking her tight ass at me right now.
As if in retaliation, my girlfriend actually reached out and spanked her best friend’s ass… *hard*. “Ellie!” Monica scolded.
“Oww!” Now Ellie was hopping up and down, squeezing her asscheeks together with both hands clamped over the pained flesh. In her skimpy cheerleader outfit, the sight wasn’t much better for reducing my erection.
“Stop flirting with my boyfriend!”
“Oh, I always flirt with your boyfriend,” Ellie grinned at me, a carbon copy of Cherys’ trademark grin. It was enough to make my knees buckle for a moment. What she’d said was true. She had been flirting with me forever. You’d think I would have gotten used to her after all these years. But I never did.
Still, I rarely lost my composure around Ellie the way I did around Cherys. And while Ellie teased me constantly, she never actually made a move on me. Good thing too, or Monica may have been forced to choose between her boyfriend and her best friend.
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