It’s Only Fair

An experience shared by R.J.:

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Only a few people know of this: those involved, my wife, and a few trusted women. While no one involved felt it was wrong – not then nor now – it’s something that many people will judge as bad. I don’t think so, even after close to 40 years later.

At 12, I found gaps in the bathroom door that allowed me to look at the females who were using it. I found that my sister and her best friend would show a lot of skin when they would shower, take a bath, or use the facilities. I was addicted, so to speak.

For a year, I would spy on them then quickly go to my room to masturbate. I felt as if we were playing a game: They’d show and see how long before I would go up to my room. I had no idea, however, if they knew I was watching. I found out one rainy Saturday afternoon in June.

I had been at Babe Ruth practice which was supposed to have lasted from 11:00 to 3:00 pm, but rain ended it early. My parents informed me they would be out – Mom working at Montgomery Ward and Dad working on DIRT modified before it left for the race. My brother would be out with friends. My sister was 15 and had many friends. She was gone before I left for practice, so I thought she wouldn’t be home.

A teammate’s dad dropped me off. I unlocked the door, and ran up to my room. I removed my wet clothes and walked down to the bathroom. I jumped in the shower and cleaned off the layer of mud before soaping up. When the soap was off, I let the hot water roll over my body. I noticed the plastic shower curtain moved, an indication someone walked into the bathroom. I pulled back the curtain and quickly looked. My sister and her best friend were staring at me.

Wendy was 15, the oldest and very open. She looked at me and grinned. She told me if I was going to see her naked, she might as well see me. Her friend Karen was the same age. She looked at me from the threshold and agreed: it was only fair.

I agreed and pulled back the curtain, exposing myself to them. My sister commented that my penis was darker than she had expected. Thanks to my Mohawk ancestry, I had dark skin, but my dick was always darker. Karen said she liked what she saw. I asked if I could towel off. Wendy told me to dry and go to her room once I was finished. She turned and walked out. Karen stayed to make sure I would go. She told me to leave the towel, and to stay naked.

I finished and went to my sister’s room. She was waiting, sitting on her desk chair. She told me to get on her bed. Wendy told me that if I didn’t do as she said, she would tell our dad what I’ve been doing. I was scared. I had nothing. I had to do what she said. I asked her what she wanted me to do.

Wendy looked at me and with a devilish smile told me to stroke it. She wanted to see what I did after I saw her and Karen in the bathroom. I hesitated, but looking at the two and knowing that if I didn’t do it Wendy would rat me out left me no choice.

I took my cock in my hand and made it harden. Karen sat on the floor close to me, wanting to get a better look. Wendy moaned but stayed in the chair. I stroked slowly, trying to make it last. I was excited but still wanted to put on a show. I looked down at Karen and thought about her breasts, how I would have liked to cum over them.

I stopped and told my sister I will cum if both of them took off their tops. She looked at her friends and both laughed. They had anticipated this: They removed their blouses and immediately their breasts popped out. Without touching myself, I almost came.

Wendy asked me if I liked what I saw. I nodded and returned to stroking. She told me that she knew what my answer would be. I looked at Karen. She moved closer to me, almost touching me. I leaned back and stroked faster. I felt a pair of hands on my legs.

Wendy told me to open my eyes and stop. I looked and saw her friend climbing up. She slipped my cock into her mouth, and I felt a hand on my balls. I looked to my sister. She was standing, removing her jeans.

Karen released my penis and spoke to my sister, telling her that my cock just got hotter. Wendy giggled as her pants and panties hit the floor. I was happy to see her naked. Karen resumed sucking. Wendy sat back in her chair and spread her legs. She told me to get a good look. She rubbed her pussy, inserted a finger, and moaned loudly. The sound made Karen intensify her work on my cock, fucking her mouth with my hardness.

Wendy added a second finger and began to finger fuck herself with more fervor. I lost my breath for a moment, seeing my older sister being so naughty. I whispered to Karen I was going to cum. She released me and stroked me quickly. She told me to cum in her mouth. Karen returned to working my cock with her mouth. Wendy told me to cum in her mouth.

I began to squirt into Karen’s mouth. She did her best to swallow, to not allow anything out of her mouth. My sister began to swear, call her friend a slut, a whore, which made Karen moan. I fell back onto the bed as the last of my juice filled her mouth and throat.

Wendy’s orgasm started, the sloppy wet sounds became louder. She screamed how dirty this all was and how she loved it. I felt Karen release me. I looked over at my sister and saw her licking her fingers. I saw her friend taking off her pants and lay on the floor. She quickly fingered herself, her wetness echoed off the walls.

My head began to spin just before I passed out from sexual overload.

I awoke when I felt the bed move. Wendy and Karen were still naked and both were smiling. Wendy kissed my cheek and thanked me for not being a baby about this. She told me to keep this a secret, and if I could, we’d do more. I tumbled out of her room and up to my room, my head filled with what more could happen.

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