Where it happened: My Sister's Bedroom
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 10
Category: Straight
I was 14 years old and had recently run away from a Boy’s Home
in New York State. My sister, who lived in Canada, was kind enough
to take me into her home, providing a safe refuge for me. At the time,
she was a very successful television actress, and having large numbers
of people over to her house for cast parties was a common occurence.
She preferred, however, to send me away to the movies during these
wild parties. I had no problem with that, they were adults, and I was
just a shy kid. Upon one of these occasions, I attended a movie, which
began at around 7:00pm. When the movie ended, around 9pm, I began the
45 minute subway ride back to her house.
When I arrived home, I stood outside her front door and listened to
the boistous goings-on emanating from the opposite side. I hesitated to
enter, remembering her directive that I not be there during the party. As
I was about to turn away and head for a nearby coffee shop, the door suddenly
swung open, and like a deer caught in a car’s headlights, I froze in my tracks.
A male party-goer was leaving, and all eyes were on the door as the group said
their good-byes to him. My sister shot me one of those looks that conveyed
embarrassment: I had intruded on her private party, and she wasn’t prepared to
explain to the others who I was.
“Well, who have we here?” queried the man who opened the door. My face flushed,
and words to reply were not forthcoming. The living room was crowded full: gorgeous
women and wild-eyed men stirred about, some dancing to music, others chatted away in
small groups. “This is my brother, Andrew,” answered my sister, as she approached the
doorway. “He’s just here for a short visit,” she added, as she took my hand and pulled
me into the living room. “Everyone,” she bellowed, “meet my brother Andrew!” The group,
in perfect unison, emitted a thunderous, ostensibly rehearsed, “WELCOME ANDREW!” The next
moment, before I had a chance to evaluate the degree of my anguish, a woman standing
beside me softly purred into my ear, “Would you mind fixing me a drink?” The resonance of
her voice resembled that of a finely tuned Ferrari. I turned my head toward her, unable to
conceal my startled expression. Her spellbinding eyes met mine. Her fixed, ravenous gaze,
engulfed my will, ensnaring me in her desirous designs.
I stood motionless, mouth agape, heart beating frantically. “Well,” she said, her hand
clasped mine, delivering tender, yet deliberate pressure, “would you?” A seductive grin
grew onto her lips with the same gradual build-up as steam on glass shower door. “Would I. . .
what?” I asked hesitatingly and barely audible. She lead me toward a couch, where she took a
seat. I stood in front of her, her burning hot hand still clasped with mine. “Would you fix
me a drink?” she asked again, this time glancing around the room, to see if anyone was
watching her. She took two fingers and pulled the low-cut neckline of her dress away from
her chest, “Something cold,” she said, and fanned the material back-and-forth, offering me a
bird’s-eye view of her finely contoured breasts. “Sure,” I replied, “I’ll be right back.” She
slowly released my hand, laid her penetrating gaze upon my buldging crotch, and said, “Please
hurry. . . I’m so damn hot.” I turned away, well aware that my cock was about to burst through
the seams of my pants, and walked, self-consciously, toward the kitchen to prepare a drink for her.
I began making the only drink I know how to make: 7-seven. My mother had us kids make it for her
at bedtime. As I put it together, I thought about her long sandy blond hair, her large sea-green eyes,
and her shapely body in the tight fitting dress. “like a Mermaid,” I thought to myself. I was exceptionally
big for my age, standing 5 feet 11 inches, very muscular, and already sporting a full beard. “She probably
thinks I’m older,” I thought, as I plunked some ice into the glass. I began pouring a stiff amount of whiskey
when a man just entering the kitchen said to me, “It looks like Pepper has taken a liking to you,” as he knudged
his shoulder against mine, and laughed hoarsely. “Oh,” I replied nervously, “she’s very friendly. . . and very
thirsty.” “Well,” he continued in a lowered voice, “feel damn lucky. She’s the hottest model in Canada at the
moment.” “Really?” I said, and added, “that doesn’t surprise me, she is beautiful.” “You’ve got that right,” he
said, then roared as he left the room, “. . . beautiful AND hornier than a Viking’s helmut!” He winked at me, then
disappeared amongst the crowd. “There is no way,” I thought as I brought ‘Pepper’ her drink, “was she interested in
me.” Up until that day, the closest thing I’d had to a real woman’s flesh touching mine, were the kisses I exchanged
with a female neighbor behind my parent’s garage. Outside of that, I knew that women wanted ‘real men’ from reading
my older brother’s Playboy magazines . . . I’d jack-off to the naked model’s pictures and imagine I was older than
I was. I couldn’t wait, I thought at that time, until I was 18 years old: then I’d be mature and know how to love a
woman properly. All I knew at 14 was that if you ejaculated inside a woman, she’d get pregnant, and I could not afford
the cost that would bear upon me! So, I avoided it at all cost. Heck, who was there to screw at school anyway?
I handed Pepper her drink, and looked nervously around the room. She took a sip. “Mmmm, very nice,” she said, then
asked me to sit beside her. The room was barely lit, rock music blared, and smoke from cigarettes and pot was thick.
“So, tell me Andrew,” she asked grabbing my attention, “do you live here with your sister?” “Yes,” I replied in an ‘adult’
tone. “Right here?” she asked. “Yes,” I said, “but, I’m just visiting.” We chatted together for what seemed like an eternity:
telling jokes, stories, and as for myself, big black biographical lies in an attempt to cover my self for the twenty-seven years
I told her I’d been on this crusty earth. Then, “I’d love to see your room,” she said out-of-the-blue, as she stroked my hand with
hers. “Well, I’d love to,” I said embarrassed, “but my nephew is occupying my bed tonight.” “Oh,” she said with disappointment, then
said, “So let’s just cruise around the place.” “Sure, would you like to see the bathroom?” I asked jokingly. “My favorite room,” she
replied. We both laughed and made our way through the crowd, and down the long hall leading to the bedrooms and the bathroom. She stopped
at the closed door of my sister’s bedroom. “What’s behind here,” she asked. “Oh that’s my sister and her husband’s bedroom,” I said. She
opened the door and peeked inside. “Empty,” she reported, “Let’s talk in here,” she said and tugged me into the room.
The only light in the room was a dim stream enetering from the lamp post outside the window. She handed me her drink, and eased herself
gently onto the king-size bed. Pepper’s sexy silloette was framed within the pale silver illumination of the window behind her. I took a
drink from her glass. “Sit beside me,” she said and patted the bed with her hand. I downed the remainder of the 7-seven, and said, “Oh,
I’m okay, I like standing.” She bounced herself off the bed, and stood before me, nose-to-nose, chest-to-chest, and hip-to-hip. Numerous
emotions rushed through me simultaneously: fear, embarrassment, exhileration, and doubt. She brought her thick round lips to mine. We gently
pecked at each other’s mouths. I had never kissed like this before! Her hot tongue pierced through my hesitant lips, and began flicking my inner
mouth. I extended my tongue into her mouth. Our arms wrapped tightly around each other’s shoulders, and I began to perform the actions I’d only
read about in magazines: running my fingers through her hair with one hand, and stroking her round, firm ass with the other. She began sucking my
tongue into her mouth, pulling it until it hurt. Yet, I couldn’t stop her, I was enjoying the erratic rythmic motion our bodies were swaying to.
Pepper stopped, and in a breathy whisper, turned and asked me to unzip her dress. I did. I watched as her white bra strap appeared, and as the zipper
revealed the top of her panties. I grabbed the shoulders of her dress and pulled them away from her body. The dress dropped to the floor, and I pressed
my hard vertical cock along the crack of her tight ass, and began kissing her neck and shoulders.
Pepper gyrated her ass, pressing it hard against my exhilerated cock. She sqirmed around and faced me. We kissed, emitting deep, involuntary groans
as we held each other, tightly pressing our quivering bodies together. We fell back onto the bed, still clutching each other, intoxicated by each other’s
moist, hot mouths . . . our veins flooding with passion. The bedroom door suddenly opened, and the room filled with light from the hallway. We both looked
up toward the door, our eyes squinting. It was George, my brother-in-law. “What’s going on?” he asked, his head poking through the door. “Oh nothing,” we
both said simultaneously, as I covered her half naked body with mine. “Okay,” he said, and left. We laughed, and resumed where we left off. Pepper ordered me
to remove my clothes, “Socks too,” she said playfully. I removed my clothes. She watched as my erect cock sprung up from out of my briefs. She wrapped her hand
around it’s thick veinous shaft as I removed my socks. She stood up and pulled her panties off, then asked me to undo her bra. I did so, and we kissed as my in-
experienced hands fumbled with the bra clip. I got it unclipped, and slowly drew it away from her pounding chest. I was awed by her statuesque beauty. We pressed
our hot bodies together and fell back onto the bed. I climbed on top of her, and felt myself drop between her legs, as she spread them open and wrapped them around
my waist. I kissed her everywhere: neck, mouth, ears, chest. I drew a hard nipple into my mouth, and twirled my tongue around it. She writhed wildly. She took my cock
and guided it into her wet pussy. Her hips thrusted upwards, her tight, juice-dripping pussy devouring every millimeter of my stiff cock. I put the palms of my hands
on the bed. Continuing to tie our tongues into knots, our bodies seemed to levitate off the surface of the bed, as the synchronous momentum of our soaked bodies clapped
against gravity’s influence. Pepper’s pussy muscles squeezed my cock like a vice grip, while her long, lithe legs locked my hips to her. She moaned deep sighs as she
felt my cock swell inside of her. She sensed my cock’s eruption was near. I began to groan and slapped my hips more vigorously against hers, my balls aching to propel
their flooded sacs. My teeth clenched, i furiously sucked Pepper’s long, muscular neck, as I felt her pussy muscles begin to milk my solid, swollen cock. Together, we
gasped ecstatically, as my cock launched a sizzling stream of cum into the crevice of her greedy groin. My head clouded over with gratification, as Pepper pumped her hips,
pulling every drop of semen from my spent rocket. Our mouths came together once more, and we playfully nibbled upon each other relaxed lips, exchanging words of gratitude.
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