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My Big SisterHome from college, nothing to do on a hot summer day. My big sister Lynn was outside splashing around our above ground swimming pool that once seemed so big and my little sister Terri was nowhere to be seen. I had completed my sophomore year at a Big Ten school but frankly was still underwhelmed by the whole college experience. I missed varsity football. I had been good enough in high school to start every game for four years but not good enough to make the next level, at least not at the Big Ten level and going down to some small school just to play football didn’t make a lot of sense. Our high school team, the Mustangs, has done a lot for me, starting with time management and the discipline that comes from it. My life had been ordered and purposeful. All that was lost and in college I had way too much time on my hands and a lot of frustrated energy needing an outlet. The other thing missing was female companionship. I had a couple girlfriends in high school but nothing too exciting ever happened but I didn’t let it drive me crazy. All that male bonding on the football team had been enough at the time, and then there was that whole thing about how a serious athlete should not expend energy in sexual release before a game. The coaches had told us to keep our masturbation under control (they never said we couldn’t do it a little and they never said we could — some things are just assumed). And so I went from high school jock not really thinking about girls that much and exercising rather amazing self-discipline before calling on the Palm Sisters to an aimless college guy with way too much time on his hands in a sea of unbelievably good looking babes on a Big Ten campus but with nothing but strikeouts every time I tried to score. The frustration kept building. You know what that meant. But I do my best to resist those urges trying to maintain the self-discipline I had taught myself in high school.Well at least back home for the summer I had my sisters, or more to the point I was hoping I might get on the scoreboard bahis firmaları with one or more of their girlfriends. Lynn was two years older than me and her friends had always been just out of reach or at least that’s how it always seemed to me. I suppose there might be some true stories out there about college seniors sleeping with sophomores but it never happened to me. Frankly I am not sure any of Lynn’s friends ever looked at me twice. I was still the k** brother. Ha! Would that ever change?As for my little sister Terri she was almost 19, my Irish twin just 9 months behind me, and so you would think I would have had much better odds swimming in her pool, but Terri and her girlfriends really kept to themselves to the point I wondered if she even liked boys. We didn’t talk much, me and Terri, whereas Lynn always enjoyed playing the Big Sister role and I liked having a Big Sister. Lynn always seemed to know how I feel.The other thing is that both my sisters are damn good looking. Our parents were tall and athletic and all three k**s seemed to have good genes. Lynn had a tight body and a tight ass that she knew I liked to look at when I thought she wasn’t looking, and her tits were what I considered just the right size. Definitely noticeable and enticing, doing justice to any tight sweater but not overwhelming or intimidating. Much like our mother’s, actually, who filled out a sweater pretty nicely too. Terri had also grown up into one hell of a package and it would be a real shame if she wanted to play on the other team. I looked out the window into the back yard and saw that Lynn’s friend Andi has joined her in the pool. Andi was Italian and she was definitely built for speed too. Wasting no time I went up to my bedroom, got into my trunks and hurried outside to join Lynn and Andi in the pool, and I couldn’t resist doing my best Cannonball to announce my arrival.The next 30 minutes we spent splashing and diving and I know I was not imagining the sexual energy in that swimming pool. Andi, and Lynn too, were kaçak iddaa noticing me like never before, and when I grabbed a mask and snorkel allowing me to stay submerged and see underwater, I noticed them big time. There is no better moment for observing female flesh in action than when the female is wearing a tight bikini bottom while swimming. The magnificence of her ass, that soft mound in the front with just a hint of her opening under the fabric, and that joyous slice of sunlight coming through her thighs, all enough to excite me beyond words — the old so close, but so far away conundrum that can drive you crazy.Or worse. When I finally came up for air, I realized I had been doing most of my underwater gazing at my own sister. It was her ass, her mound and her thighs I just got done fantazizing about. And then I realized both Lynn and Andi were now staring at me, as if they were thinking of reporting me for looking at my sister a little too intensely. Either that or they were wondering why I was now sporting a full election plainly visible under my trunks that were not quite baggy enough. The world’s longest awkward moment passed in an instant and both girls were leaving the pool. Andi was giggling, and Lynn gave me one of those looks that said really? They left the pool and I went back underwater. The next morning, I rolled out of bed, shaved and hopped in the shower, but heard the door creak open and someone else enter the bathroom. And through the opaque shower curtain I saw Lynn sitting on top of the toilet, dressed in her pajamas with her legs crossed and arms folded. And Lynn couid see most of me too. And Lynn had removed the towel I was supposed to be able to grab from inside the shower. Lynn spoke first. “I suppose you needed a nice cold shower to calm things down, a really cold one, right?” This wasn’t true, and she knew it, because I did a pretty good job steaming the room with hot water.”Come on out, brother”, Lynn said. “Let’s have a little talk.””Like this.” I asked somewhat meekly. “Where is my towel.” kaçak bahis Photos cpmlink.net/GaHdAA”A towel. Hmmm. Where did that towel go? Maybe some fish with a snorkel and a mask swam by and stole it.”I pretended not to know what my sister was talking about but it was no use.”Here’s the deal, tiger,” Lynne said. “Mom went to the cabin for the weekend with her girlfriends so it’s just us, and Terri, so you can come out now, or we can wait for Terri and then you can come out. Which will it be?”I was close to panicking then all of a sudden I was relaxed and saw things differently. My Big Sister was demanding that I expose myself to her and there was something exciting about the idea as my penis was telling me in no uncertain terms, which Lynn could notice for herself through the shower curtain. Well, if she wants it she is going to get it. Heck, this moment had been coming on for years. After our father left, and it was just me, Mom, Lynn and Terri, I always felt outnumbered and I always sensed their eyes on me. Maybe I was imagining it, but maybe not. I definitely was not imagining that Lynn she set up this little scene and there was only one way out of the shower. So, this was showtime, and in as dramatic of a gesture as I could manage, I ripped open the shower curtain and stepped out of the shower, dripping wet and butt naked, my manhood rising proudly for my Big Sister to review.”Your bigger than I realized,” Lynn said, “that must be about 8 inches, with very nice girth, if I do say so myself.””It gets the job done,” I said, trying to imagine what John Wayne would have said if Maureen O’Hara had done this to him.”Turn around,” Lynn said. I hesitated then obliged, standing with my back to Lynn so she could look at my ass.”Very nice. I knew you had a nice ass in your football uniform and now I know for sure.””Thanks,” I said, “can you help me get the word out to Andi and your other friends?””Oh, I think we can do even better than that,” Lynn said. “I think I’m in for a real treat, and your on the menu, shark boy.”Lynn had the biggest smile I’d ever see as she gestured with twirl of a raised finger I was to keep spinning, slowly, like one of those ridiculous fake Christmas trees on a rotating stand. OMG, what have I gotten myself into?

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