Something To Look Forward To

1.

When I was 15 years old, my parents moved to Connecticut, and I started high school in a new school district, and I seriously hated it.  I had never had a lot of friends, but now I knew no-one.  It was an affluent area, and my family was relatively poor.  The guys made fun of me, and none of the girls would even look at me.  I would wake up with a stomachache every morning, and my grades started to suffer.

And I was horny all the freaking time.  I literally could not masturbate enough.  My dad had a stash of old porno mags that I raided whenever I could.  I jerked off in the morning, and I jerked off at night.  And I still got hard-ons at school that would make an embarrassing tent in the front of my jeans that I was certain everyone could plainly see.

School sucked.

I was the youngest of three.  It’s pretty obvious that I was an accident; my brother and sister were 10 and 15 years older than me.  My brother, Alan, flies helicopters for the army in Afghanistan and doesn’t really come into this story.  My sister Molly works for a publishing company and lives in New York City.

It was October, Columbus Day weekend.  I had a 3-day weekend, and my parents didn’t want to deal with me moping around the house, so I think they asked Molly to take me for the weekend.  It’s possible that it was her idea, but it’s hard to believe that she’d have volunteered to take her punk-ass kid brother for a long weekend.  Nonetheless, she made the long drive to my parent’s house after work on Friday and picked me up.  We drove back to the city right after dinner.

“God those things are miserable!”  Molly was referring to the dinner, which had been the usual awkward, formal, stilted affair.  “I don’t know how you do it!”

I didn’t know how I did it either.  I knew my parents loved me, but after two kids, they really didn’t have time or energy for a third.  Between my home life, my school life, and no sex life, I wasn’t quite suicidal, but I was really fucking depressed.

“Molly,” I said plaintively, “If I ran away from home, could I stay with you?”

“Of course you could Kiddo,” she said, annoyingly tousling my hair, “But don’t do it.  Trust me, it isn’t worth it.  I know high school is the deepest pit in hell, and I know our parents are lame, but tough it out.  You’ll get through it.”

Well it was good to know that Molly had hated high school too, and thought our parents sucked too.  It gave me at least a glimmer of hope. We drove up the Jersey Turnpike, and Molly asked me questions about school, and friends, and girls; and clucked with sympathy.  “You just wait ‘till you’re in college Kiddo.  The girls will be all over your ass in college.”

I realized at some point along the Bronx River Parkway that my 30 year-old sister Molly was an actual attractive female, with breasts and everything, and that I was alone in the car and in close proximity to her.  To my horror and embarrassment, my dick responded, as it was prone to doing.  I blushed furiously, and felt like a pervert, but Molly didn’t seem to notice.  It was late by the time we got to her tiny little apartment in Brooklyn, and she unfolded the futon in the living room for me, and we both went straight to bed.  I promptly jerked off into my dirty t-shirt, with naughty images of Molly and her tight black sweater and jeans going through my naughty little head.  I felt like a creep doing it, but I was too horny to care.

Molly kept me busy all day the next day.  We went out for breakfast, then came back to the apartment and played video games, then went out for lunch and checked out a couple museums and went for a walk in the park.  It was nice out, and Molly was wearing a light t-shirt that really showed off her perky breasts, and a white skirt that I could occasionally almost make out her underwear through.  My dick, needless to stay, stayed shamelessly hard all afternoon.

Molly went out for a while in the early evening, leaving me alone in the apartment.  I confess that I promptly snooped.  I found a box of condoms and a couple of dildos and vibrators in her bedside table, which sort of shocked me, though I’m not sure why.  I also found a stack of porno dvds, which looked highly intriguing.  I’d never seen an actual porn movie; only furtive clips on the internet, and my dad’s musty old skin mags.  But before I could slip one into the player and find out more, Molly came home, and I had to scramble to avoid being caught red-handed.

She asked me what I thought of New York, and I told her that I loved it, and wanted to move there after I graduated.  She smiled and said “Yeah, it’s not for everyone, but I think it suits me really well.  I think you’d like living here too.”

We ordered a pizza for dinner, and then we went back into Manhattan.  A friend of hers was in a band that was playing downtown, and we were going out to hear them play.

The band was playing in a bar, and nobody checked my ID or even looked twice at me.  I’d never been in a bar before.  The band was good, but really loud.  I had a beer, which I didn’t like very much, and then Molly got me a rum and coke, which I liked a lot better.  There were lots of hot girls in the bar.  I liked New York, the crowds, the noise, the energy.  We took a taxi back to Molly’s place.

“Can I ask you a question?” Molly asked as we got out of the cab.

“O-k.” I said.  I was pretty sure I was drunk.

“Do teenage boys really masturbate as much as everyone says they do?”

I turned purple and fell back into the taxi.  She pulled me out laughing and paid the cab driver.  “I take it that’s a YES then?”  She pulled me up the stoop to her front door and fumbled for her house keys.  “So how many times a day does that add up to?”

“Two or three times a day, usually.” I managed to mumble.

“That’s not so much.”  Molly got the door open and led me up the stairs to her apartment. “When I was your age, that’s about how often I diddled myself.  Sometimes even more.  And that was –before- I discovered pornography!”

She dropped her keys and then recovered them, letting us into the apartment and closing the door behind her.  About that point I realized that she was drunk too.

“So let me ask you something else… Do you stare at the tits of every girl you hang out with, or do you actually think I have nice breasts?”

I turned purple again.  I hadn’t realized I’d been staring.  Or at least I thought I’d been discreet when I was checking her out.

I sunk down onto the futon.  I was currently dying of embarrassment, but my traitorous dick was painfully hard.

“Ok that’s not really a fair question,” Molly said.  “I withdraw the question, Your Honor.”

“I’m sorry,” I muttered, “I didn’t mean to stare…”

“Aw Kiddo,” Molly said, flopping down next to me on the futon, “Don’t be sorry!”  She gave me a squeeze.  “I guess I was always insecure about them growing up.  I take it as a compliment.  And I always appreciate the attention!”

I swallowed.  “I think they’re… really nice.”

She laughed.  “Thanks!  I guess I haven’t gotten too many complaints.  Have you ever actually seen a pair of boobies in real life?  Of course not, I forget, you’re only 15.  Do you wanna have a look?  Up close and personal?”

Apparently I managed to nod “Yes”

Molly grinned real big and pulled her t-shirt off over her head. Her breasts were contained in a flimsy lacey white bra.  I couldn’t believe this was actually happening.  This HAD to be a dream.  She reached behind her back and unsnapped her bra, letting it fall into her lap, and setting her beautiful breasts free.

“God… Molly… They’re beautiful!” I managed to choke out.

“Well thank you!” she replied, wiggling her torso slightly and making her boobs jiggle and dance.  They reminded me of a couple of ripe pears.  The nipples were pink and erect and pointed slightly up and out.  “I’m glad you like them!”  She seemed genuinely pleased that I liked her tits.  “Would you like to touch one?”

I nodded dumbly and held out my hand, cupping her left breast.  It felt wonderful in my hand, heavier than I had expected and amazingly soft.

“You could take off your skirt, I wouldn’t mind.”  I couldn’t believe my boldness, but Molly just nodded and got up and wiggled out of her white skirt, leaving it in a pile on the floor.  She was wearing high-cut turquoise panties, the ones that had been just on the edge of being visible in certain kinds of light all day.  Her ass wiggled delightfully in them, and I could see a few stray strands of dark pubic hair.

“Ok Mister,” Molly said.  She was standing three-quarters naked in front of the futon couch.  “Now I wanna see the goods.  Drop trou for me Little Bro.”

I was dying of embarrassment and boiling-over horniness.  My hands shook, making it difficult to unsnap my jeans.  Molly giggled.  I lifted up my butt and skootched my jeans and my tighty-whiteys down around my ankles, letting my long-confined dick spring out like a jack-in-the-box.

“Oooh Kiddo!  You’re looking mighty grown-up there!”  Molly flopped back down onto the futon.  I jumped as her naked thigh pressed against mine.  “Let me tell you a little secret, Bro.  It’s not how big it is that matters, just how you use it.  But if you’ve got a big dick AND you know how to use it…. Mmm-hmm!”

I didn’t know what to say.  Clear pre-come was leaking copiously out of the end of my rigid dick.

“Ok” Molly said. “This is WAY out of control.  I think that you should jerk off for me now, and then we should go to bed.  Our own separate beds.  You can come on my boobs if you want.” she added.

So I got up on my knees, straddling her lap with my dick just inches from my sisters’ gorgeous tits and started stroking myself, while she watched hungrily.

It was a good thing I’d already masturbated once that day, because I was able to last for more than four strokes.

“Nice…niiice…niiiiiice” Molly intoned as I rubbed my cock.  I couldn’t hold back any more.  My body went rigid and my toes curled and my balls clenched and I squirted all over Molly’s tits.  It was an incredibly intense come, and it seemed to go on forever and ever.  When I could think again, the first thing I thought was that I couldn’t believe how much come had come out.  It was all over both her breasts, and all the way up onto her neck.  For some reason I was afraid that she’d be mad at me, but she just grinned and wiped off with my t-shirt.

“Bedtime, Kiddo!  Sweet dreams.  And don’t forget to brush your teeth.”  And with that, she sauntered into her bedroom and closed the door behind her.

2.

When I woke up on Sunday morning, Molly was already out.  This time I successfully managed to resist the urge to snoop in her room and check out those pornos.  Molly came home soon enough, and made me waffles for breakfast.

“Last night was a little weird, huh?” she asked me over the kitchen table.

“A little?!”

“Sorry,” she said sheepishly, “I guess horny and drunk are kind of a bad combination… I’m sorry.”

“Actually,” I said, “I enjoyed it.”

Molly smiled and seemed to relax a bit.  “I did too.  But it was still weird.  That’s not the kind of stuff brothers and sisters are supposed to do.  But if you’re into it, I’ve got a friend I can hook you up with.”

“Are you serious?”

“Heck yeah I’m serious Kiddo!  Her name’s Kira, and she’s my age and she hasn’t had a boyfriend in six months.  And she’s a serious pervert.  Just one condition, ok?”

“What’s that?”

“That I get to watch.”

Of course I agreed.  I wasn’t entirely sure exactly what I was agreeing to, but I had a feeling that whatever happened would be good.  Turns out Molly had already made the necessary arrangements.  We were meeting Kira for lunch.

We met up at a Vietnamese restaurant a couple blocks away from Molly’s apartment.  I had never had Vietnamese food before; whenever I went out with Mom and Dad, we went to the Olive Garden or to TGI Fridays.  “I told her you were my little brother, and I told her you’re a virgin,”

I started to protest.  She didn’t even let me get started.  “Well its TRUE isn’t it?  Anyway she’s never had a virgin, and the idea is a big turn-on for her.  I didn’t tell her how old you are.  If she asks just tell her you’re eighteen.  She might even believe you.”

Just about then, Kira walked up to our table.  She was a roly-poly redhead with frizzy hair and glasses.  She had a tiny little nose ring, a My Little Pony tattooed on one arm and a Smurfette on the other, and she had these really big boobs that were threatening to spill out the front of her skull-and-crossbones t-shirt.  She was wearing a really tight black skirt that ended halfway up her thick thighs, and she had a big smile on her round face, and freckles.

“I’m so glad you came!” Holly said, “I hope you’re hungry!”

“Oh I am,” Kira said, positively leering at me.  When Holly introduced us, Kira gave me a big hug that squooshed her big boobs against my chest.  I already had an erection, and I was pretty sure she could feel it through her skirt, which made me both more self-conscious and hornier than I already was.

Holly ordered something for me with noodles and beef and spices in it, and it was delicious, but I had a very hard time concentrating on the food because Kira had her hand on my thigh for the whole meal, and I thought my dick might actually bust the zipper of my pants.  I don’t remember much of the conversation; it was mostly just girl-talk between Holly and Kira.  After we were all done with our soups, Holly turned to Kira and asked if she wanted to come back to our apartment for a while to ‘hang out’.

“Oh boy, do I ever!” was Kira’s response.  So we walked back to Molly’s place, me with a girl – a woman- on each arm, almost tripping over my own erection.

“Do you know what I’m wearing under my skirt?” Kira asked me conversationally as we walked down the street.  Molly giggled.  I shook my head ‘No’.   “Why don’t you find out then?” She took my hand and guided it up under her skirt, right there on the busy streets of Brooklyn.  I cupped her ass.  There were no panties under there, just warm, soft skin, acres of it.  I must have gasped out loud because both the girls busted out laughing.

We made it up to Molly’s apartment, and then Kira was all over me, kissing me with tongue, pushing me down onto the futon and straddling me, pulling my t-shirt off over my head.  She stripped her own t-shirt off, and the tight black jogging bra that was holding her grapefruit-sized breasts in check.  They popped out of their confines, jiggling and shaking with her every movement.  The big pink nipples were pierced with thick steel rings.

“So do you want to see my pussy?” she asked me, dragging herself up and down the lump in the front of my pants.

“Um…yeah!”

“Have you ever seen a pussy before?” she asked me.  I looked over at Molly, who was watching us intently.

“No,” I replied, “I mean I’ve seen porn before.  But not in real life.”

“Well then I’ll show you mine,” Kira said, “But you have to promise to kiss it for me.”

That was an easy one.  “Ok” I said, “I promise.”

Kira hiked up her skirt around her waist.  Her pussy was shaved totally bare.  She had fat lips that pouted together in an enticing crease.  I could see wetness between her lips.  “Kiss it for me Baby” Kira said, scooting up toward my face.  I puckered up and kissed her right on the lips.  She tasted salty and sexy, and I was amazed to feel her stickiness on my face.  “Mmm” Kira giggle, “You’re going to be fun, I can tell already!”

She slid back down and deftly unbuttoned my jeans, pulling them off along with my underwear.  She sized my dick up hungrily. “Nice one Molly!” she said, “You know what the best thing about young guys is?  They’re ready to go again almost right as soon as you’re done!”  And with that she opened her mouth wide and swallowed my dick.

It felt so good, so hot and wet!  I couldn’t believe how good it felt.  I couldn’t believe this was really happening to me.  I kept expecting to wake up in a sticky, embarrassing puddle on my sister’s futon.  The whole experience probably took all of about 30 seconds.  Kira’s lips were wrapped tightly around my dick, her hand was pumping my shaft, her frizzy red hair was all over the place.  I caught myself humping back at her mouth, and she moaned onto my dick, encouraging me.  Her mouth bobbed up and down on me, and I felt my body go rigid, and I shouted out loud and all of a sudden I was coming in her mouth.  She stayed with me until the sensation was too intense and I couldn’t take it anymore, and pulled away.  My penis flopped out of her mouth with a wet plop.  Kira grinned up at me.

“So, did you enjoy that?” she asked.

“Oh My God,” was all I could manage “Oh My God that was intense!  Thank you!”

Kira’s grin widened.  “You’re welcome!” she said, “I enjoyed that very much too, so thank you!” she licked her lips, “I don’t think I’m the only one who enjoyed that either.”  She nodded over at Molly who was perched at the far end of the couch, and whose jeans had come unbuttoned, and who had one hand down the front of her panties.

“Let me tell you a little secret,” Kira said, “If you’re good at giving a girl head, you’re never gonna have trouble getting laid.  Feel like learning?”

“Yes please!” I responded, possibly a little too eagerly, because both girls broke out laughing.

“Well OK then!” Kira sat back on the futon couch, spreading her knees wide apart, “You’re going to learn from an expert.  I’ll tell you another little secret.  For a supposedly straight girl, your sister Molly licks a pretty mean pussy.  Show him how it’s done Mol!”

I got down on my knees and put my face between Kira’s voluminous thighs. She sighed audibly and skootched her crotch closer to my face.  I could feel the heat radiating off of her, and I was practically drunk on her scent.  This was way better than any porn.  She was obviously really excited.  Her pussy was spread wide open, and the inner labia were like the petals of a rose.  Her clit was a rosy pink, and even to my inexperienced eye was straining out from its little hood.  She was really wet, oozing girl come out onto the couch where she had already made a significant sticky spot.

“Don’t be afraid,” Molly whispered in my ear, “It won’t bite.  Stick out your tongue and try it out.  Be gentle to start out with, and don’t touch her clit… yet.”

I took Molly’s advice, sticking my tongue all the way out and tentatively tracing my way right up the middle of Kira’s pouting sex.

I don’t really know what I’d expected it to taste like.  I guess I had been afraid it would taste nasty, which it didn’t.  It also didn’t taste like honey or vanilla ice cream.  I don’t even know how to describe it; it was a little salty, a little tangy, and more than a little overwhelming.  I liked it.

Apparently Kira did too.  She growled out loud and I felt her hand in my hair, “Holy Shit Mol, your brother’s got a tongue like a fucking iguana!”

I blushed with pleasure between Kira’s thighs, and licked her again.  And again and again and again.  I actually didn’t need much guidance from Molly; Kira did just fine directing me vocally and with her handful of my hair.  I slurped up and down her pussy, harder and harder as she ground back against my face.  This went on just long enough for my jaw to start to ache.  And for my boner to come back, with a vengeance.

“You need to lick my clit now,” Kira gasped, “Not too hard, just flick it with the tip of your tongue.”

I looked up for the first time since I had started.  Molly had migrated up Kira’s body, and was full-on kissing her with tongue, and pulling hard on those fat pierced nipples.  Somehow her own shirt had come off, and once again I got to admire her smallish but beautiful tits.

Kira pinched her clitoris between two fingers, making it protrude even more than it was already.  I did as I was told, gently flicking her little button with the very tip of my tongue.  She responded more than I would have though possible, moaning loud and squirming and bucking to my touch.  “Put… a couple fingers inside me… finger my cunt!”

I complied, and was amazed at how her pussy opened up to accept my fingers, and how hot and slippery she was inside. I slid my slimy fingers in and out of Kira’s gasping pussy and kept my tongue on her clit as well as I could considering how much she was moving around.  I thought it was just incredibly sexy, and my dick certainly thought so too.

“Holy shit!  Holy shit!  He’s going to make me come!  Holy shit Molly, your brother is gonna make me come!  Play with my asshole Baby, play with my ass!”  This last part was clearly directed at me.  I didn’t know exactly what she expected me to do, but I did my best, grabbing her nice plump butt-cheek in my non-finger fucking hand, and pressing my middle finger against her butt-hole.

“Fuck!  Oh Fuck Yes!!”  My arm and jaw ached and now I couldn’t breathe because I was being squashed between Kira’s big thighs, and I could feel her asshole twitching  against my finger and I could feel her pussy spasming on my other fingers and all I knew was that I really couldn’t stop what I was doing.  Kira came for a really long time and I was a little afraid I was going to pass out or just die of exhaustion when she finally pushed my head away.

My face was absolutely covered with her stickiness, and my fingers had a nice thick coating of come all over them.  I extracted myself and came up grinning.

“Holy shit Kid, you’re a natural!” Kira gasped, “Molly, can I take him home with me?”

Molly blushed and grinned and kissed her on the cheek, then noticed that she didn’t have a top on and that I was looking at her boobs and blushed again.  But she didn’t put her shirt back on either.

“Looks like we’re ready for the main event!” Kira said, looking down at my bobbing erection, “But I need a glass of water first.”

She got up and went into the kitchen while Molly and me unfolded the futon couch into a bed.  I felt a little awkward walking around with a bobbing erection if front of my topless sister, but she didn’t seem to mind.

Kira swaggered back into the room and flopped down on the futon.  “I am SO ready for that virgin dick!” she declared.

“Usually,” Molly said, “When you have sex with someone you don’t really know, you should wear a condom.  But we know you’re safe, and Kira promised me she’s perfectly clean and protected, so just this once I suggest you not worry about it.”

“Bring it on!” Kira had her legs wide open, and was spreading her labia with two fingers, “God, I haven’t had a real dick in my cunt in SO long!”

My dick was so hard it actually ached. I clambered onto the bed, feeling incredibly self-conscious and hoping that I wouldn’t screw this up somehow.  Molly swatted me on the ass, “Do you have any idea how sexy you look like that?” she asked me, “Go ahead, put it inside her!”

I got on my knees between Kira’s thighs.  She reached between her legs, grasping my cock firmly.  I gasped at her touch.  “Don’t worry Kiddo”, she said, “You’re going to be awesome.”  I felt her hot wetness on the tip of my dick.  “Go ahead, come on inside.”

I slid forward, and my dick slid up into her pussy.  It felt amazing, so hot and slippery and wet all over my cock.  It seemed so right, so perfect.  When I looked down, I was all the way up inside her, my pubes pressing against her naked lbia.  I was afraid to move.  Even though I had just come, not fifteen minutes ago, I was afraid that if I moved a muscle I would shoot off right away.

“God, that feels incredible!” Kira was grinning happily “It feels so good!  Fill me up with that dick!”  I fell down on top of Kira.  Her breasts were big cushions against my chest.  I could feel the stainless steel rings pressing against me.  My dick, with a mind of its own, started sliding in and out of her, slowly at first, then faster and faster.  I felt her hands on my ass cheeks, grasping me.  She started kissing my mouth really hard and humping back against me.

I broke off the kiss.  She was pulling me deeper inside, grinding her cunt on my dick.  “If you keep doing that, you’re going to make me come!”

“Go ahead Baby,” she said, “This is your first time, its all about you.  Don’t worry, just enjoy it!  Fuck my pussy really hard and come inside me!”

That was all I needed.  I started humping her pussy with every bit of strength I had.  She encouraged me at every stroke, her tits squished against my chest, her hands on my ass pulling me deeper inside her.  It was kind of surprising, but I didn’t actually come instantaneously.  The sensations I was feeling were more intense than I had ever felt before.  We were both sweaty and gasping.

“Oh my god Molly, it feels amazing!” she cooed, “I think I’m going to come on your little brothers’ dick!  How old did you say this kid is?”

I glanced over at Molly, who was lying on the bed next to us and had her pants and underwear down around her knees.  “I never did say” she said, grinning mischievously.  Her hands were working feverishly between her legs.  I couldn’t see that much, her hand and thigh was mostly in the way, but I did catch a tantalizing glimpse of her neatly trimmed black pubic triangle.

I could feel the come boiling up inside me.  I started fucking Kira even more frantically, and she responded enthusiastically.  “I’m gonna come!  I’m gonna come!” I gasped.  “Yes!” she responded.  I felt one of her fingers pressing against my asshole, entering me, and I buried myself in her pussy, howling and grunting and groaning out loud, squirting what felt like gallons of semen into her body.

When it was finally over, I was exhausted.  I was all sweaty and my dick felt tiny and soft.  I pulled myself up onto my knees.  “Don’t take it out yet,” Kira gasped, “Leave it inside!”  She was rubbing her clit so fast her fingers were a blur.  Her pierced nipples stuck straight out, bright red.  I looked over at Molly, who was grinding against her own hand. The apartment reeked of sex.  Kira went off first, shaking and moaning and flushing red.  I could feel her pussy squeezing my dick as she came.  That seemed to set Molly off.  She came in a series of short little gasps, squeezing her thighs together, eyes shut tight, tits jiggling.

After that I went and peed, and when I came back, Molly was dressed again, and Kira was lounging around on the bed, looking very much like a big, naked, red-haired cat.  Kira asked me if I thought I could get hard again, and her just asking that question started to get my dick hard again, so I said “Yes.”  Molly giggled, and Kira asked if I’d like to jerk off onto her tits.  Which I then proceeded to do.  Not much came out this time, and my balls were all achy and sore, but Kira seemed to enjoy it a lot.  Then we took a shower together, which was fun, and she kissed me a lot, and masturbated while I watched.  Then she left, and Molly said I should probably get dressed, so I did, and we ordered a pizza.

I slept really hard that night.

3.

On Monday, Molly drove me home.  I got a hard-on in the car because I was sitting next to my older sister who was really pretty hot, and who I had watched masturbate to orgasm the night before while I fucked her friend.  I felt self-conscious about it, even though I was pretty sure she wouldn’t mind.

“You’re not going to tell anyone about what happened this weekend are you?”

“What?” I snapped out of my daydream, “Of course not.  First of all, who would I tell?  Second of all, do I look stupid?”

“You don’t look stupid!” Molly ruffled my hair fondly, “I thought maybe, if you wanted to, you could come down again next weekend.  Maybe you could take the train down.”

“That would be awesome!” I said.

“Yeah, I’m already looking forward to it.”  Molly said, “So is Kira.”  So was I.

Molly dropped me off at my house, and we all had dinner together, which was, of course, annoying.  Then Molly left, and I did some homework, and jerked off, and got ready to face a week of awfulness at school.  Only this week I had something to look forward to.

End

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  1. Hazmi said

    u sure write good stories. Im your fan and been reading it all and cant get enough

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