Mom and Dad had gone to the Caribbean for the weekend. They were going to be gone for ten days. I was at home with my two sisters, Jill, 19 and Janet, 18. Jill was studying with her friend Sylvia. They had a chemistry midterm Monday and were doing some last minute cramming. Janet was expecting some friends for a sleepover to celebrate her friend Monica’s nineteenth birthday. I was relaxing, listening to the alternative radio station and surfing around online.
The phone rang, and I picked it up. It was Janet’s friend Judy. Judy is a slim redhead with pale skin and a very few freckles.
“Hi, Steve,” Judy giggled. “How are you doing?”
“Fine, how is your car?”
Judy hesitated, “I wish I could say that I was done, but I had to get a new part, and it has not come in yet.”
“I’ll get Janet.”
I went downstairs to get my sister and went past Sylvia who was bringing up two glasses of coke. Sylvia has wavy black hair.
At the bottom of the steps, I looked up to see up Sylvia’s skirt. I got a quick peek of her round ass, which was visible, since she was wearing a thong.
I licked my lips to imagine how soft and smooth her ass would be to the touch.
Janet’s door was closed and the music was loud.
I knocked on the door, “Jan!”
I walked in and saw that Janet was not alone. Sitting on the bed, legs crossed, wearing white socks and a blue summer dress was Janet’s blonde friend, Beth.
“Hello, Steve,” Beth smiled swinging her pony tail as she turned to look at me.
Beth was 18 and had been friends with Jan since junior high. I smiled back.
“Hey, Beth,” I smiled back.
Beth was no longer the skinny, flat chested girl I remember when she played soccer with Jan. Her breasts were nice and full, probably a C-cup. Her ass was nice and round without being too fat. In High School, I always had a crush on Beth, probably because I saw her so often.
“Judy is on the phone.”
“Thanks bro,” my sister was the youngest of her friends, having turned 18 last month and she still had braces. Like me, her hair was a sandy brown. But she had gray eyes where mine are green.
I walked out of my younger sister’s room when the door bell rang.
It was Monica, the birthday girl.
Monica was a short, brunette, like my sister, but her hair was a reddish brown, which she kept in a short, almost boyish bob. She was a tomboy, who liked to play touch football with the boys, and ate steaks instead of salads.
“Bye, Mom,” Monica waved to the SUV with one tire on our drive-way.
Monica grabbed me in a hug. She was wearing denim overalls over a pink t-shirt. Her tits were full like Beth’s and I felt them pressing against me in the hug. I thought how nice it would be to press my face into her soft tits. I wonder if she knew how much she was turning me on.
“Hi Steve,” Monica was always affectionate and was known to kiss me on the cheek if I did her a favor.
“Hey, Monica” I punched her on the shoulder.
“I want to talk with you about something.”
“What is it?” I asked.
“Not now, I’ll tell you later,” she walked past me to Janet’s room.
I went upstairs. At the top of the steps, I noticed that Sylvia had left my sister Jill’s door open. I walked over and peeked in. I could not believe what I saw.
My sister was standing in front of Sylvia and has one hand on her skirt covered ass. I could still picture the round globes of her ass that I had peeked at.
The two girls were French kissing. I knew my sister Jill had a boyfriend, Mike, so I figured she must like girls and boys. My sister turned Sylvia around and I could see that Sylvia was massaging my sister’s ass with both hands.