Stacy still wore a pair of bright red panties, though nothing else, as Bob, Brad, Billy, or Butt-head sat fondling her tits, his rock-hard cock begging for attention, which for the moment, Stacy was obviously neglecting, enjoying the attention he was giving her tits with his mouth, along with the hand that now reached over, cupping my sister’s groin as she sat there next to him. Bob, Brad, or Billy, whatever the hell his name was, sat completely naked on the couch, though his jeans remained wrapped around his ankles on the floor where they had just finished pushing them off to. I carefully made my way over next to the furnace and water heater, crouching down between the two as they stood side by side, leaving me an unobstructed view of the couch directly across from me where my sister and her boyfriend sat, at the moment busily engaged in some of that very heavy petting I had as yet to enjoy for myself.Īnd sis had reasonably nice tits too, which were certainly interesting to see, but again, being my own sister, it wasn’t her that I was interested in, not really.
Making my way down the hall, I then entered into the unfinished still under construction portion of the laundry area, which was as usual, darkened with the only light coming from the one dim table lamp that was on. As such, though the den itself was finished, the one wall separating the den from the laundry area remained framed, but still open. Another justifiable reason in my mind at least, to hold a bit of animosity towards my sister for that, amongst other things. Just as quietly, I then proceeded downstairs towards the den.įor a while now, my father had been remodeling the downstairs basement, specifically so my sister could have an even bigger bedroom than the one she had upstairs next to me, which was now a sitting room for my mother, though I never saw her ‘sitting’ in it. I slipped into the house as quietly as possible, and though my own bedroom was upstairs just down the hall from my parent’s bedroom, I had no intention of going there, not at the moment anyway. Obviously, Stacy had once again taken advantage of her new adult status, inviting her newest boyfriend over for some heated ‘heavy-petting’ as opposed to my barely getting a hand on a boob through the bra she was wearing kind of petting. Mom and dad having long since retired to bed as it was late even on a Saturday night for them. Sure enough, I could see the dim light in the den, though even at this angle I couldn’t see much of anything else, but knew damn well that’s where Stacy and her boyfriend where.
As I walked by the side of the house towards the back door, which is the way I always entered the house, I glanced down through the basement windows, having to stoop over in order to do so. Stacy, my older sister by three years had just turned twenty-one and though still living at home while she attended a nearby university, had been given pretty much free-reign to come and go as she pleased, and to basically do whatever she pleased now as well, since mom and dad considered her an “adult”, though still treating me like a small child in comparison the way I saw it.Īrriving home from my very frustrating date, I saw that one of Stacy’s boyfriend’s cars was parked out front of the house. Something I once again knew I would satisfy later in my own bed. I had come home late from a date, frustrated as usual at the time, a little light petting permitted that did nothing more than arouse and excite me to the boiling point, where I stayed without any sort of release or pleasure to conclude that. But I discovered because of that, I did have a thing for her soiled panties, that for whatever reason inflamed my desire and need to masturbate myself with them until I came adding my own sticky discharge to the stains she had herself already placed there. I didn’t have a thing for my sister either, though she was certainly attractive and had the attention of several boyfriends who fell all over one another vying for her attention.