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Tommy's my name and
I believe I'm a typical, sexually frustrated fifteen year old. I live at home with my parents and
older sister, Jennifer. I get along fine with my parents but, until very recently, not so well with
Jennifer. She's three years older than I and a freshman at a two year college close to our home.
She has plans to go away to an out of state university next year which suits me just fine. Jennifer
walks with a very superior 'older sister' attitude and rarely speaks to me. When she does it's in
tones that are harsh or demeaning. She has many friends, male and female, which infers that she is
a pleasant, friendly, outward going person. Her stunning breasts, beautifully tanned Baywatch babe
figure, long, silken blonde hair, all demand and receive attention. I don't know when we adopted a
'bad vibes' attitude to one another. She recently found my hidden hoard of Playboy magazines,
showing them to my shocked parents who yelled sexually repressive things at me. They grounded me
for a whole week. Once more the power she had, to 'tell on me', was used to great effect and again
it got me into trouble. I don't know which she enjoys most, knowing she has this power or using it
at every opportunity. My parents finally went out by the swimming pool. She walked past the kitchen
on her way to her room, sniggering. "What's wrong, Tommy? Can't jerk off anymore? Are you the only
male virgin in High School? Got any hot dates this weekend?" Her bitter sarcasm cut deep and she
knew it. She knew I'd been unsuccessful all year trying to get a date with a girl. Any girl. For
some reason I always told my sister what was going on in my life. I couldn't understand why I did
this. I knew I would never receive a sympathetic ear, yet I continued to tell her my innermost
secrets. Strange. Giggling, she walked upstairs as I sat at the kitchen table, more and more
depressed at my situation. I thought I had average good looks. I stood about five feet seven inches
and weighed one hundred and forty five pounds. My build wasn't impressive, it was average. I'd
begun to work out in our garage, with a range of dad's weights, in a vain attempt to attract the
girls. The one thing I knew I had in my favour was my personality. I was great. Except when I was
around girls, then I just couldn't speak more than a few words to them. I grew more depressed.
"Mister Average meet Mister Shy," I said, out loud to myself. My day dreaming was interrupted by
two of Jennifer's girlfriends ringing the front doorbell. I let them in, telling them where she was
and they hurried upstairs to see her. My cock stiffened as I watched them ascend the stairs. Their
scent and lithe figures in short mini skirts always made me horny. My cock ached for something
besides my right hand. Jennifer came down with her friends and went out the back door, all three of
them giggling incessantly. I guessed Jennifer had told them about the 'Playboy episode.' They got
into Jennifer's car and sped away to one of her sorority parties. Yes, I thought, Jennifer had it
all, a nice car, a great social life and a good job. She worked at a men's clothing store at the
mall, earning wages plus commission. With her great looks and high self esteem, she easily sold
clothes to most middle aged men who walked into the store. She also enjoyed the company of her rich
boyfriend, Dan, who was twenty two and who also treated me like a little boy. "It's not fair," I
thought to myself. I drifted outside trying to shake off my blues and think of something else.
Passing Dad's car I saw his camcorder lying on the back seat. I opened the car door and took it
out. It was one of those new small, lightweight variety that can be held in just one hand. I had
used it a couple of times before to film Jennifer and her friends laying out to get a tan, beside
the pool. I got on my bike and rode around filming my nieghbourhood. I came to Jennifer's college,
passing close to her sorority house. Curious as to what she may be up to, I got off my bike and hid
behind the tall hedge that surrounded the house on three sides. Loud rock music came from the back
entrance and I made my way silently towards it. A group of a dozen or so teenage girls were outside
the back door drinking beer, laughing and joking. I recognised my sister as one of the girls.
Jennifer held a beer in her hand. "Roll film," I thought to myself. Now I could exact some revenge
for what she had done to me. When I showed this tape to my parents they'd yell at her for hours
about the evils of teenage alcohol. They might even take away her car keys. I zoomed in for an even
closer angle as she tilted her head back, turned up the beer bottle and drank thirstily. I
continued to film for about ten minutes when she turned, left the group and walked over towards her
car with another full can of beer in her hand. The car leapt into life. She cranked up the music
volume from the CD player and took off by herself, shaking her golden tresses in time to the beat.
"Drinking AND driving," I thought to myself, filming until she disappeared from sight. I jumped on
my bike taking a short cut home. I couldn't wait to show this to my parents and get Jennifer, 'The
Queen' into some serious trouble. As I rounded the dry lake, near home, I heard the music then I
heard the car and saw Jennifer, speeding towards me. I quickly hid behind some shrubery and filmed.
She was flying. This was a residential suburb and she was doing between at least fifty miles an
hour. I raised the camera and filmed. "Man, is she gonna be in big trouble." Then I heard another
noise, a small child ran out into the street chasing a puppy dog. I watched in horror as my half
drunk sister slammed on her brakes just a little too late, screeching to a stop. She missed the
puppy but hit the child a glancing blow that threw him away from the car. She, immediately realised
what she'd done, panicked and sped away, turning a corner she was gone. It all occured in seconds.
Meanwhile the small boy on the ground was crying and holding his leg. Then a man yelled out and ran
over to where the child lay and knelt over him. I recognized him as Mr Henderson, a lawyer who
lived across from the dry lake. That's when I realised the boy was Jason Henderson, his son. A
wailing siren in the distance indicated the arrival of an ambulance that soon took Jason to
hospital. I quickly went home, unseen by anyone with the whole graphic episode on film. I went
straight to my room and lay on my bed. The afternoons incredible events rushing around in my head.
I tried to put everything into perspective. My sister had committed a felony. A hit and run, whilst
under the influence of alcohol and I had the evidence on video tape. I had the power to send her to
prison for a long time. It would serve her right, I thought. I played the tape, made some copies,
then went to bed. * The next day, news of the hit and run was all over town. It seemed no one
had seen the accident except Jason, who was in the hospital with a broken leg and severe bruising.
All he could remember was a black car. That was all. He couldn't describe the car or the driver.
The police were investigating but it didn't look good unless some new evidence came to light. Once
I got home from school, I knew Jennifer had washed and waxed her car, it was spotless. There wasn't
a mark on the front rubber bumper that had hit Jason. "So, she's covered up the evidence," I
thought,"Well, little does she know." I went to my room, knowing Jennifer was alone in her bedroom.
"Jennifer could you please come here a moment," I called out. She came in looking depressed and
asked what I wanted. I shut the door behind her, turned on the VCR and played the tape. Immediately
after the car accident Jennifer jumped up and switched off the VCR, demanding to know where I had
got the tape. I explained the whole story and also how I had made several other copies, secretly
hidden away. I told her she could have that tape. Silently, she sat on the edge of my bed, grim
faced. My face beamed - revenge can be so sweet. "I'm about to go to the mall, will you please
clean my room and since you're such a smart college girl, do my homework for me as well," I said
handing her my homework list and pointing to the textbooks on the desk. "Oh, by the way," I said,
"can you loan me twenty five dollars?" Dazed, she delved into her jeans pocket, eventually pulling
out some notes and handed me a twenty and a ten. "That'll do," I said, ecstatically and left. I was
half way down the stairs when I heard her shout after me. "If you think I'm gonna be your damn maid
the rest of my life and give you my money all the time, think again, buddy." I just laughed and
walked out of the house, got on my bike and whistled all the way to the mall. Life wasn't so bad
after all. I walked around the mall, occassionally giggling uncontrollably at my achievements. I
knew she'd be searching everywhere for the other tapes but she'd never find them. All were very
well hidden. I noticed Sally Benson walking nearby. Feeling very confident I walked up to her and
we started chatting. She's a nice girl in my school grade and whether it was due to my new found
power over my sister that gave me added confidence, I don't know but she responded well to my
presence. So, I asked her to go with me to see a movie. To my delight she agreed and we walked hand
in hand through the mall to the movie theater. Halfway through the movie she snuggled in closer to
me. I had my left arm around her shoulders and allowed my hand to loosely, drop down onto her left
breast.
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I cupped her well rounded breast. It felt wonderfully warm under the light cotten blouse
she wore. I gently caressed its shape as her nipple sprang to life. My finger and thumb delicately
tweaked her aroused nipple. Her bra felt tight and lacey against her flesh. My heart thumped loudly
in my chest, then she twisted in her seat and her left hand slapped my face, stinging my ego more
than the pain from her slap. She got up and without a word left the theater, leaving me to think
about what might have been. I could not leave without showing my huge erection that managed to stay
with me for some considerable time. 'Damn, damn, damn,' I thought, watching the movie to its
conclusion and in the dark I went straight home. After the usual evening pleasantries with my
parents I went upstairs to bed. I opened the door to my room expecting the usual mess. It was
immaculate. Everywhere was neat and tidy. My homework textbooks were on the desk in a neat pile,
all completed. This was great. I tip toed to Jennifer's room to say my thanks. I entered her room
and shut the door. Moonlight lit up the room; her room that always remained in a constant state of
neatness and order, like a mirror to her life. She lay on her bed, sound asleep. I stared at her
for a while. Asleep, she was beautiful. Perfect. Her breasts, so full, round but firm. I'd always
noticed her breasts. I always notice any girls breasts but hers were always outstanding. I sat on
the bed next to her and put my hand on her arm that lay on the top sheet. Her smooth skin, so soft,
so cool in the evening air. Her light, delicate blonde, down tickled my fingers. I gingerly eased
back the top sheet, feeling a warm rush go through me, my cock stirred. I circled her breast with
my index finger. A lump entered my throat as I became aroused at what I was doing. Leaning forward
I kissed her once on the cheek, then full on the lips. I let my tongue run over her soft, full
lips. As I enjoyed the sweet, saltiness of her lips, she stirred. Her dark blue eyes, flew open.
"Tommy, what the hell are you doing in here?" She hissed, sitting bolt upright. I told her I just
wanted to thank her for cleaning the room and doing my homework. For some unknown reason I related
the events that evening with Sally at the movie theater. She laughed at my misfortune. "Shut-up," I
said, angrily, "all I wanted was to feel her breasts." I gazed longingly at the swell of her
breasts in the moonlight. "Tommy, go to bed," she said, her voice quivering. Mesmerised,
frustrated, I kept staring at those glorious, heaving mounds covered only by a thin, silk
nightgown. With a mind of its own my hand suddenly reached forward to touch one, she caught my
hand. A sneer washed over my face. "Remember... Jennifer," I said, forcefully. Two words spoken by
me, yet, heard from a great distance, as though someone else had spoken them. In the moonlight I
heard a frustrated sigh, she released her grip. I tentatively placed one hand on her left breast,
caressing its silken structure. First my palm, then the back of my hand moved across and underneath
the warm, sensual, unresisting orb. Oh, the warm ecstasy of those breasts. I climbed onto the bed
and straddled her legs. She sat back, resting up against the pillows. She gasped as I tore her
nightgown, ripping it, pulling it away from her lightly tanned flesh. Panic tightened her chest,
uplifting her charms. At last, before me lay the two most lucious, juicy, firm tits anyone could
lust after. They looked as good or better than any portrayed in 'Playboy.' I tore my gaze from
their beauty and looked at her. Her pleading eyes, begging me to stop, were tinged with fear and
anxiety. If I had wanted too I could not stopped. I massaged and rubbed her breasts for a very long
time. My mouth sucking, my tongue worrying her deliciously long, hard nipples. My fingers and teeth
flexed them to full rigidity. Her areola ridged, splayed wide, then fashioned like a spiders web,
clung around her wet nipples. Her breath rasped in her throat. "Stop. Tommy. Stop it, now.
Please... Oh god... Yes... Tommy. Noooo..." She moaned incessantly. My hard cock was throbbing.
Reaching over I picked up an open jar of hand lotion from her night stand. Gruffly I said, "Get
naked sis." She appeared to hesitate, slightly, then surprisingly she did as I instructed. Did I
detect a glint in her eyes. Her torn night shift slid to the floor, her white, delicate, cotton
thong followed. She was naked. She sat, arms by her sides with her back to the cold headboard.
Waiting. Wondering. The rise and fall of her bare chest accentuating her apprehension. Standing, I
rapidly pulled off my t-shirt, shorts and briefs and poured some of the cool lotion into my hand. I
replaced the bottle, then rubbed my hands together. I moved onto the bed, straddling her legs, my
fingers once more began massaging her aroused, ultra sensitive nipples. Shutting her eyes she
arched her head back and moaned low in her throat. I continued to caress those aching nipples for
what seemed an eternity then my hands moved down onto her flat stomach, down to circle her hairless
pussy lips. I dipped my fingers once more into the cool lotion. With one finger I began gently
caressing her outer labia moving across them, slowly, inexorably towards her clitoris. It bloomed
from beneath its silken hood. I touched it. She gasped. Arching her tense back and hips up to meet
my touch. I moved my finger down her lips and suddenly thrust two fingers into her pink hole.
"Aghhh! Tommy, nooo, Tommy, nooo," she murmured halfheartedly, reaching out to hold my slippery
wrist. "Shut up," I whispered, harshly, "or the whole town will know the truth." She relaxed her
hold on my wrist. My fingers came out hot and wet, extremely wet. I realised I didn't need the hand
lotion anymore. I thrust them back inside her hot, wet pussy. She writhed again as my slick thumb
brushed her clit. Her eyes clenched tightly shut as she continued to writhe and moan deep in her
throat. It was then it struck me. My power over her had changed. This was a different power, a
sexual power. All it had taken to reach out and wield this new power was a kind of... passion?
Perhaps it was love. A buried love that had surfaced at last? Or was it lust? I tried a different
approach. I lay on my tummy with my face pressed against her pussy and thrust my long, rigid tongue
into her wet pussy while massaging her clit with my sticky fingers, wet from her juices. Her body
bucked upward and open mouthed she moaned, loudly. "Shhh, sis, you'll wake the neighbours," I said,
stopping what I was doing, my mouth and tongue tinged with her sweet, young nectar. God, she tasted
wonderful. "Don't stop, Tommy please don't stop now... I'm on the edge," she rasped. I buried my
face in her crotch, licking frenzedly at her engorged nub, plunging two fingers up inside her slick
cunt, in and out, in and out furiously building a steady rhythm. "Agh... Agh... Agh... Aghhhhhh,"
she squealed in delight," yes... yes... yes, I'm coming... oh, God, I'm coming." She writhed on my
face. Her warm juices payment for my control I had over her young body. I was in seventh heaven. I
realised I was the one who had given her an orgasm. Me. Inexperienced me. But no more. I had at
last become experienced, it boosted my ego and gave me the confidence to continue. Once her orgasm
subsided I gave her no respite but told her to kneel on the floor facing the bed. I sat on the edge
facing her. My throbbing cock, inches from her face. "Suck it sis. Make a good job of it. If you
don't do a good job you'll be sorry, now suck it hard," I commanded. She didn't need any second
bidding but took all of my swollen cock into her hot, tight, wet mouth furiously bobbing her head
up and down. Her breasts erotically slapping against my legs. Reaching down I grazed the palm of my
hand on the hard bullets that were her nipples. My cock felt the vibration of her throat as she
moaned long and deep. She worked my hard cock with her tongue, cupping her hand around my swollen
lubricated shaft she jacked it then pushed it back into the embrace of her warm mouth, grasping the
base of my cock with one hand ever spiralling up towards her mouth. With her other hand she gently
fondled my balls. Oh, it felt electrifyingly good. She was good. Too good. I felt myself about to
explode I stopped her and told her to get back on the bed. She lay with her long legs open, waiting
for me. I got on top of her, my cock nudging against her pussy lips. She smiled warmly, reaching
down she parted her slick pussy lips and pushed her young body upwards to meet my downward thrust.
She was giving herself to me, willingly, knowing the consequences but allowing my body to become
part of her. I loved her for that and rode her slowly, tantalizing her flesh. To my surprise she
arched up her breasts for me to suck greedily, nibbling endearingly on her long teats. Whilst one
breast was in my mouth she caressed, tweaked and twisted the other nipple. She rose up to meet my
thrusts as my urgency sped towards a huge climax. "Fuck me, Tommy, Fuck me hard, Tommy. Harder.
Harder... Yessss," she whispered into the moonlight. I came in one big rush that spurted deep
within her, it went on and on, until I lay, exhausted, beside her lightly sheened body. I looked
into her eyes and saw a different girl. She held me close as we drifted into a deep, contented
sleep, both realising that we now, truly, belonged to each other. It was how mom found us the
following morning.
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