Part One
Martha, my twin sister and only sibling, always had cute friends. Therefore, I, Eddie Stanfield, never minded very much when they were present at my family’s house—which was a frequent occurrence. Several of Martha’s attractive school chums greatly appealed to me. (When my libido was activated, it didn't matter if I was the same age or younger or older than one of Martha's comely friends. I was automatically attracted to her.)
Certainly, of the numerous buddies that Martha had, the friend of hers whom I liked the most was Denise Weatherby. Even when she was eight years old, I was attracted to her. She was a long-haired, petite brunette, who was always cheerful. Because of her small stature, she had a distinct pixielike quality about her that was quite appealing. If we were watching a television program, I always tried to sit on the couch beside her. I think Denise picked up that I liked her, because she always smiled at me knowingly and did not object in the slightest to my close proximity to her. Martha was no fool; she eventually figured it out, too. Once, when we were all about 11 years old, Martha asked our parents if Denise could come to our house that evening to watch a favorite TV show of theirs.
“Of course,” my mom quickly responded. “Denise is welcome here anytime. I like her very much.”
“So does Eddie,” Martha deadpanned and swiftly walked out of the room.
I had not expected that remark at all, so I was momentarily lost for words. I just shrugged my shoulders at my parents, neither denying nor confirming Martha’s subtle and very accurate accusation.
Mom laughed, but Dad gave me a bit of a stern look. Then he said to me jokingly, “Eddie, you are 11. Don’t get involved with girls yet. Enjoy life. You have plenty of time ahead of you to get mixed up with romantic things. For now, do something boyish, like follow sports or build model airplanes. Girls are only trouble for boys your age. Do you understand me? However, when you and she are both 19, then you can woo Denise...absolutely!”
"At what age did you start taking an interest in girls, Michael?" Mom asked Dad.
He replied, "I suppose I was about 11, the same age Eddie is right now. I knew what I was doing, though. I could handle it. But I'm an exceptional case."
Part Two
Seven years later, when I was 18 years old, I was home alone one Saturday afternoon in April. My parents were out of town for the weekend for some reason that I’ve long forgotten. Martha, who often babysat on weekends, was minding a five-year-old girl who lived six blocks away. Her babysitting gig was supposed to end around 6 p.m. I was aware that Denise was scheduled to come to the house that evening to spend the night with my sister and do whatever 18-year-old girls do to amuse themselves. Therefore, I was a little bit surprised to see Denise show up at our doorstep a few minutes before 4 p.m. She was more than two hours early.
“Hi, Denise,” I said warmly when I saw her standing on our front porch. I was always happy to see her regardless of the circumstances. “Please come in, but you’ve arrived here very early. Martha’s not here right now. She’s babysitting little Frannie Cooper today until about 6 o’clock. Of course, you are welcome to stay here and wait for her.”
“Oh, that’s right,” Denise said, gently slapping her forehead with her left hand. “A few days ago, Martha mentioned to me that she had a babysitting job today before the sleepover tonight, but I totally forgot about it. I figured she and I could spend some extra time doing something fun. You’ve got so many great games in your rec room’s closet that are very enjoyable to play.”
Denise was certainly right about that! My family loved board games. We had a huge collection of classic ones and some obscure ones that few people had ever heard of, much less played. Often Martha and I would play games with her friends for hours on end. It was a very pleasurable pastime.
“Well, Denise, I’m sad to report that I’m just here by myself for the next couple of hours,” I stated. “We could amuse ourselves with some game while we wait for Martha to return,” I suggested to her.
“It looks like you are already amusing yourself, Eddie,” Denise replied.
It took me a moment or two to realize what Denise was alluding to. About 20 minutes earlier, I had been looking through my secret stash of a dozen porno magazines that I had recently bought at a second-hand book store for a bargain price. Since I hadn’t expected anyone to arrive at the door, I hadn’t yet bothered to put them back in their hiding place in my bedroom when Martha’s houseguest arrived. Because I was now completely engrossed in trying to solve the daily newspaper’s crossword puzzle, I had actually forgotten about them. Denise unabashedly walked towards the pile of periodicals and started to leaf through them.
“These girls all have big tits. Some of them are enormous!” she commented. The truth of that statement could not be disputed.
I was embarrassed about the situation, but I did manage to say with a smile, “Well, some of these girls are certainly blessed.”
“I think I’m going to get a boob job, one day,” Denise said with a bit of shyness. “I haven’t been blessed at all that way, as you can plainly see.” Indeed, Denise was on the flat-chested side. She was still quite pretty to me, but she wouldn’t fill out a bikini in any noticeable way.
“Aw, Denise, don’t think about doing that to yourself. You don’t need to do that. I think you are beautiful just as you are,” I responded honestly. Within two seconds I realized that was the first time I had ever given Denise such a compliment. Until that moment, I had only silently admired her beauty and her many charms.
“Really?” Denise reacted with a huge smile. “You think so, Eddie? Since about the age of 12, I’ve always envied the busty girls who are in my class. I’m a bit jealous, because I’ve hardly got any boobs at all to flaunt.”
The topic of this conversation was something I never expected to have with Denise Weatherby. Unprepared for it, I just said the first things that popped into my head. “They look fine to me, Denise. They fit your body quite nicely, I’d say.”
“You wouldn’t rather look at those naked girls in your porno magazines with their enormous jugs?” she asked me with a slight giggle.
I laughed, mostly because I had never heard any female use that crude term for breasts before, then I replied to her, “None of them are in this room right now, but you are, Denise. I could stare at you for hours on end because you are you. I’ve always been very fond of you, Denise—but I suspect you already know that.”
“Yes, I’ve more than suspected it, Eddie, but I’ve never been able to figure out why,” Denise said to me.
“There are many reasons, Denise. I can give you a long list of your positive traits and attributes,” I offered. So, I did. “Denise Weatherby is fun to be around, cute, adorable, clever, pretty, amusing, beautiful, charming...”
“Now you’re just embarrassing me, Eddie!” she claimed. “You promoted me from cute to pretty to beautiful very quickly. That’s too much! You’re exaggerating! I can’t compete with those girls. Look at this one.” Denise was holding an old copy of Penthouse. The featured centerfold model was undeniably an especially top-heavy lass.
“Well, I wouldn’t throw her out of bed...but I wouldn’t throw you out of bed, either, Denise!” I exclaimed. “I think you are one terrific girl. I’ve always been glad that you are a friend of Martha’s because I get to see you often right here in my own house.”
That overwhelmingly kind remark caused Denise to become silent, at least for the moment. Then she said to me with a smile, “I think I know what we’ll be doing until Martha gets home from her babysitting job!”
I nodded at Denise to show her I knew precisely what she meant. Accordingly, I eagerly took Denise by the hand and led her to my parents’ bedroom. I chose it instead of my bedroom because it featured a newly purchased king-size bed.
Part Two
I wasted no time. “Take off your top and your bra first,” I instructed Denise, who happily followed his instructions.
“I think your small breasts are adorable, Denise,” I told her. “I wouldn’t have them any other size!”
“That’s an outright lie, Eddie...but I don’t care!” Denise responded and promptly removed the rest of her clothing. It was a dead heat between the two of us as to who was totally naked first. We each leapt onto the bed and met in its center. We embraced and kissed passionately. To the best of my recollection, Denise and I had never so much as hugged before in all the years we knew each other.
I zeroed in on his main targets: I immediately began fondling Denise’s small breasts. I was a horny teenage boy, so I was quickly aroused by them. I enjoyed them thoroughly as to disprove Denise’s claim that I was lying about their attractiveness. I fondled, caressed, licked and sucked on them. I pointed at my impressive erection and told Denise, “See, look what they’ve done to me!”
Denise smiled at me. She seemed to be as fixated by my stiff penis as I had been by her petite boobs. She began to play with it, yank on it, and give it quick kisses. Eventually, Denise placed her lips around its head and began to lick it with gusto. To heighten my sexual pleasure, Denise caressed my testicles at the same time.
“Hey, this is better than a banana-flavored popsicle!” she stated with another one of her girlish giggles.
After two minutes of Denise’s oral stimulation of my manhood, I, slightly panicky, said to her, “Denise, please stop that right now or I’ll come in your mouth. That’s definitely not where I want to come! To buy some time before I come, let me do you, now.”
Denise realized that I was referring to cunnilingus, so she spread her legs wide to allow my plenty of room to stimulate her vagina with my mouth. Denise possessed a small amount of public hair, but I could not care less. I licked every inch of Denise’s 18-year-old pussy multiple times—especially her sensitive clit. I also used my tongue to penetrate her slightly. I enjoyed this special sexual activity as much as Denise did.
“This is better than a popsicle, too!” I exclaimed. That remark caused Denise to interrupt her squeals of delight with a hearty laugh.
Knowing a cum shot was inevitable, I mounted Denise without saying another word to her, gently inserted my penis in her moist vagina—and gave her a through fucking. I stopped my thrusts once or twice to fondle Denise’s jiggling titties. At the moment I sensed an ejaculation was imminent, I pulled out and shot a substantial amount of my warm goo onto her slightly sweaty body. It created a pool of jism that started at Denise’s navel and ran as far as the split in her breasts.
I was definitely pleased by the outcome! It satisfied a longstanding desire of mine. “I’ve been wanting to come on you like that since I was 12!” I readily admitted to Denise.
Denise, beaming with sexual joy, started to reminisce. “Let’s see,” she began. “I recall you were less than 12 years old when you started to sit beside me on the couch whenever I visited here. I believe that was about a decade ago when I was about eight years old.”
“At age eight, you were a very cute girl, Denise,” I told her. “But my equipment didn't adequately respond to your presence until I was 12.”
"We could have tried, anyway!" Denise insisted. We both laughed at the idea.
The two of us remained together sharing the king-size bed for another hour of various carnal pleasures, which included Denise vigorously riding me in the sexy, cowgirl style. I barely pulled out of her in time before launching a second cum blast that again struck Denise around her belly button.
“You definitely don’t need to be a pregnant 18-year-old, Denise!” I said while holding her tightly. “And, despite how desirable you are, I don’t need to be a father in nine months.”
About half an hour before Martha was expected to be home, Denise and I both rose from the bed, washed ourselves well, tidied the bedroom, and sat down at the kitchen table to play parcheesi, a board game we both enjoyed. I planned on trying to convince Martha, without using words, that we were innocently in the middle of a game when my sister entered the house via the front door.
“Hi, sis!” I greeted her. “As you can see, your good friend Denise is already here. How was little Frannie Cooper today?”
“Oh, the same as usual, ” Martha answered her brother. “She a lively girl, always full of fun. Speaking of fun, did you two have an enjoyable fuck this afternoon while I was away?”
I nearly spit out the mouthful of cherry cola I had in my mouth. Denise, to my surprise, did not have a similar reaction to Martha’s comment. It was as if she expected it.
“Eddie,” Martha asked me, “hadn’t you figured out that Denise did not show up early here by accident? She knew I was babysitting this afternoon and exactly when I’d return home. She phoned me this morning to confirm it. The only thing left to chance was you being home when she dropped by. Lucky for you, you were home, so Denise’s plan worked perfectly. Imagine if you would have missed out on screwing Denise because you’d stepped out of the house for some trivial reason.”
“That’s entirely true, Eddie,” Denise confessed. “I’ve always had a thing for you since I was a little girl. Martha heavily suspected you felt the same way about me—and told me so a long time ago. Maybe a month ago Martha suggested to me that you and I ought to get together and satisfy our lusty desires. I agreed! Therefore, I used this wonderful opportunity today to make something happen between us. I think we both enjoyed our fuck—I mean fucks—immensely. Let’s do it again sometime very soon, Eddie! Going to bed with you today was great!”
I always knew I had a special sister who looked after my interests. This ruse just confirmed it.