[size=150:3494020q]My sisters: Jill is 24, tall, slender, brunette, dark brown eyes, wears her hair very long and straight; she’s got beautiful mid-sized but pointed tits and large puffy nipples. She has a tattoo on the small of her back and one around her navel. She may not be hot in a ‘centerfold’ sense, but all of my friends think she’s the hottest girl in town. They’re probably right. She’s smart, in college, and has a very serious relationship going with another student. Jenna is 18, short dirty blonde hair, blue eyes, short and petite, with small, rounded titties and an absolutely perfect ass. She’s a real tight package and a real troublemaker who loves to party.
How do I know all this about my sisters’ physical attributes? Read on…
Last spring, my sister Jill came back home during her school’s spring break. She had shared a bedroom with Jenna and had simply moved back in for the month. All 3 of us partied together alot those first few days; I had just turned 21 and could now drink legally in the bars with my big sister. We would get together with a bunch of friends and go barhopping until the wee hours. Unfortunately Jen wasn’t old enough to go out on the town with us yet. We used to come home after closing the last club just before dawn and I would immediately crash. Jill was in college and had a few more years of heavy duty drinking on me; I tried to keep up with her but usually failed miserably.
One morning after one of these long nights of drinking, I awoke with the strangest feeling…I tried to think back to the details of the night before for something that could explain it. My memories of the last few hours of those types of nights was non-existent; I would have what Jill called ‘black outs’ where I just couldn’t remember the last hour or so before passing out the night before. She told me it was a symptom of over-doing it and that I should watch it. At least I wasn’t driving, I’d say, and we’d leave it at that. Anyway, this was a little strange. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. It seemed that my cock was a little sore; did I get laid last night? I’d have to wait until I saw Jill later on; If anything like that happened she’d be sure to tell me. And I’d be pissed that I couldn’t remember it!! More likely, I’d jerked off before passing out.
I saw Jill just after lunch that day. I asked her if she had a good time the night before; fishing for information. She looked at me as if puzzled; then said ‘Oh, blackout again, eh? Well don’t worry, you didn’t embarass yourself or me or anything. Your big sister took good care of you and when we got home you were out like a light. You really ought to slow down, though, Andy. You worry me with these blackouts. Sometimes I think an atom bomb couldn’t wake you when you’re sleeping like that.’ I guess I didn’t get laid, I thought. Must have just beat my meat. Oh well.
The next big night out was a house party a few streets down. Jenna was there and yes, she was causing trouble; the kind of trouble that a really hot young girl can cause at a party full of horny guys. Girfriends were pissed at her, pissed at their boyfriends; guys were fighting over who might take her home. Nobody did. Jenna got a charge out of this kind of scene, but she wasn’t easy. Jill was getting hit on as well, as was I, but we weren’t there to hook up, just for the social thing, catching up with friends and such. That night, during my deep sleep, I dreamed of sex. A blow job, to be specific. When I woke up sure enough, I had that strange feeling again; and the pee-hole at the front of my boxers was sticky with drying jizz… I strained to remember and yes, I remembered having a sex dream, but…well, I had never had a wet dream before…Maybe I jacked off in my sleep. This was starting to severely bug me.
That weekend, I didn’t go out with Jill or Jenna; instead I went out with the guys. We went to a local strip club where the beers cost 2x as much as anywhere else, so I hardly drank at all. I got home super late, though, and went straight to bed. I had just drifted off to sleep when something woke me. I opened my eyes to my darkened room and saw what I thought was one of my sisters standing in the doorway, silhouetted by the light in the hall. Just before I opened my mouth to ask what was up, she took a step forward. Then she stopped again. She seemed to be trying hard not to wake me. This was just weird enough for me to let it go and see what she was up to. She reached the edge of my bed and ever so slowly sat down on it. At this point I could see that it was my big sister Jill. She was watching my face intently but she obviously couldn’t tell in the dark that I had one eye open just a tiny bit. I could barely make out that she was wearing nothing but a nightshirt and panties. What the heck was she up to? She reached up to the top of my blanket and slowly, noiselessly, pulled it down at the corner to expose most of my body, clad only in boxers. I was being careful not to change my breathing one bit; I had to let her think I was sleeping so I could see where this was going. My sister then reached straight for my crotch with both hands and delicately unsnapped the button in front. Then, my entire world was rocked: Jill reached inside my boxers and gently pulled out my flaccid penis.