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-=Our Parents's Guests Brought Their Kids Part I=- 

My sister and I had not been looking forward to the arrival of my
parent's best friends from college. Not because of a visiting couple,
though, we're used to that-old friends of our parents often seem to
find ways to be in town for the weekend, once they learn of our
oceanfront house and private beach. Actually, grownup visits are
usually a pretty good thing, because the folks want us out of the way
of their partying, and they'll let us stay at friends' houses for the
whole weekend. Works out pretty well for everyone in the family, you
know? 

But this time there would be no sleepovers at a buddy's house, no
staying out late and cruising the neighborhood or other cool stufd
like that. This time we were expected not only to be home the whole
weekend, but also to play host to some strange kids we didn't know and
undoubtedly wouldn't like. Mom said their friends had a son and
daughter "about our age," which to Mom can mean anywhere between five
years old and twenty. The chance of these kids being cool and our age
was pretty slim. More likely, it would be whiny brats for us to
babysit while the folks whooped it up. 

Me, I just turned fourteen a couple weeks ago, and I'm starting high
school in the fall. I'm a pretty fair swimmer and tennis player, and
I've been working out daily all summer so I can make the teams next
year. It was supposed to be me and these two buddies working out every
day, but both of them suddenly got all ga-ga over these two girls from
school, and they're like boyfriends-girlfriends now. So I work out by
myself every day, getting monster buffed, while they go hang at the
mall or whatever. It's too bad for those guys-I don't think they'll
have much of a chance to make the team after wasting away the whole
summer babytalking with their girl-friends. 

Don't get me wrong, I'm not gay or anything, I like girls all right. I
just need to be focused right now, you know, and I reckon it's better
to be working out than giggling with girls. Not that any girls seem to
be interested in me anyway. 

But lately I have been noticing girls more and more. I got my first
hard-on awhile back, you know. I had just come in from playing two
sets of tennis, all hot and sweaty in my shorts and t-shirt, and went
downstairs to the den to cool off watching tv. Only my sister and my
mom are down there watching girls gymnastics on tv. I said could we
please change the channel to something good, and they were like no
way, watch the tv upstairs. But it was hot upstairs and I needed to
cool off, so I dealt with it and crashed on the couch. 

So I'd always thought that girls gymnastics was this dopey sport kinda
like ballet and had never paid much attention to it. But we've got
this new major screen tv in the basement, you know, and it makes
everything so huge and clear-Shaquille O'Neal looks like he's a
hundred feet tall on it. So I'm lying there, half watching this stupid
show, when I notice for the first time that these girl gymnasts wear
these totally skintight outfits, and the light colored leotards are
practically see-through! And there's this one girl doing the floor
exercise who looks a lot like this hot girl in school, except she's in
this skimpy little getup, shaking her nice body around and I can see
the material is sliding sideways into her ass, and her ass cheeks are
almost completely sticking out. And it looked so amazing, like now I
knew what people meant when they said, "nice ass." And she kept
dancing and doing flips and somersaults and showing more of her
beautiful bare butt, and I was like staring right at it. I started
having this idea that I was working out in the gym and this girl was
working out with me, bending over in rhythm with my pumping iron. 

Then I felt this nice burn between my legs, getting more and more
intense. I had this instinctual feeling to grab my crotch, but I
couldn't because my mom and my sister were sitting right there. And so
instead I just kinda looked down at my lap and the head of my cock is
stiff and sticking out of the bottom of my shorts! I nearly freaked
out-I rolled over on the couch really quick and almost knocked the
lamp off the end table. I hoped that nobody saw that! While facing the
other way, I grabbed my cock and stuffed it back inside my underwear,
then slowly rolled back over. Thank God it was a commercial on tv and
I wasn't getting turned on by that glorious ass again! I casually
glanced over at my mom and my sister and they seemed to be looking
only at the TV. I figured I was in the clear. the only thing that made
me a little worried was that my sister had this kind of silly grin
going, but she didn't say anything. Maybe she was just laughing at the
commercial. 

My sister and I pick on each other a lot, so I figured if she had seen
me she would have been giving me all sorts of crap. She's a
year-and-a-half younger than me, and I call her "Worm" because she's
always being a pain in the butt. Everytime I call her Worm she calls
me something dopey like "creep". We're in different grades, like
different things and have different friends, so we pretty much go our
own way and that keeps us from arguing too much. She's totally into
things like horses and dolls. Now she's talking about wanting to take
gymnastics, too. 

I'm sure she'll never look anything like that gymnast on tv, though.
But to tell you honestly, I couldn't even tell you if she's overweight
or skinny. The kids in her class are still into that dressing baggy
stuff, and she wears these enormous jeans and oversized t-shirts
covered by one of my dad's old flannel work shirts. She has so much
excess fabric on she could keep a banjo under her shirt and you'd
never know, far as I could see. 

If there was evep a time I was thankful for having a sister, though,
it was that day, because I remembered seeing her new gymnastics
magazine on top of the mail pile upstairs. I shuffled out of the room,
making sure to complain about what was on tv so no one would get
suspicious, went upstairs and snagged her magazine back to my room. 

I got so excited heading to my room that by the time I locked my door
my cock had nearly shred a hole through my tennis shorts. I yanked my
shorts and underwear down to the floor, and saw my hard-on. It looked
pretty cool, not a bad one, I figured, though I'd never seen a real
hard-on to compare it to. I had a thick column of rock-taut flesh
sticking straight out, just begging my fist to grip and massage it.
What an awesome feeling it was to squeeze tight on it, and feel surges
and rushes of wonderful electricity pulsing through its inflexible
girth! I felt like my whole life had been wasted until now-this was
unbelievable, the best sensation ever. 

I found myself groping on my shaft while my other hand flipped through
the pages of my sister's gymnastics magazine. It was packed with
gorgeous, lithe girls in the slightest of costumes. In some of the
pictures you could see small but taut breasts and nipples pushing
through the fabric; in a couple you could even make out the darker
areola surrounding the protruding nipples. In a picture of a team
whose uniforms were wispy white, I could discern the dark, feathery
outlines of strands of hair between the girls' legs. Seeing that made
the joyous pressure in my cock throb far beyond what seemed its limit.


I turned the page and saw a picture of the same girl I had just seen
on tv, doing a handstand with her legs split forcefully apart,
revealing a tiny strip of leotard that did nothing to hide the
incomparable shape of her perfect ass-nor did it hide the subtle
outlines of her labia, tightly pressed up against the material by her
acrobatic strength. All I could think was how badly I wanted to be
right there and push my face between her legs and slurp with my tongue
like a thirsty dog. 

With that a firework of frothy white foam streaked from the tip of my
cock, splattering the bed and splashing drops onto the magazine. I had
come. And the beautiful gymnast had been sprayed with my essence. I
certainly couldn't give the magazine back to my sister now. She had
others, anyway. This one was mine. 

I've pretty much dog-eared that magazine at least daily since then,
but that is all I've ever done sexually. I've mentally fucked pretty
much every girl in that gymnastics magazine, but in real life I've
never even kissed a girl before. I guess I'm not really sure where I'd
start. 

Which brings me back to our houseguests. The afternoon they were to
arrive Mom made me put on my dorky company clothes, which made the
impending arrival of her friends' dorky kids even worse. I heard a car
door slam and commotion outside, then my folks opening the door with
their stupid too-loud "Well, HELLO!", as I stood behind them in the
hallway. I grimaced at the thought of having to tag along with some
little brats all weekend. 

Then the group parted a bit, and they introduced me, and I saw their
daughter, who was not a bratty kid at all, but older than me, with
long, jet-black hair, big smiling eyes, perfect tan, and the kind of
body that had never been seen in our eighth grade class. She had a
big, curvy dresser-drawer pushing out the dront of her tenlis dress,
yes, a tennis dress! This unbelievable female, looking more hot than
any girl in an MTV video, obviously liked tennis! And she had boobs
twice the size of even my mom! 

Her name was Allison but she said "Call me Ally." Her brother was then
introduced to me, and I just barely got together in time to stop
staring at her and say hi to him. He was Cory, and he was the same age
as me, maybe a couple inches shorter, and he had the same thick black
hair as his sister's, and almost as long. My mother would never have
let me get away with hair as long as that. 

I was grateful for Cory to start talking to me because otherwise I
would have just stared and drooled at his sister. My sister Worm (they
actually introduced her by her real name, which is Misa) asked Ally if
she wanted to see the ocean, and they walked off together towards our
back deck. I couldn't help but notice how breathtakingly Ally's
sculptured form filled out her tennis dress, how her dark mane tumbled
side-to-to side as she walked, caressing her smooth tan skin. It was
such a contrast to my sister's juvenile brunette pigtails and baggy
garb. 

I took Cory up to my room and we shot the shit for a while. We were
starting to run out of things to say when my sister appeared at my
door and suggested we all go play tennis, doubles. I put on my best
looking tennis togs, the ones I wear at the club tournament, then
looked at myself in the mirror and wished I had some chest hair. There
was no way I was going to impress Ally, and kind of figured she would
never even consider a little kid like me, so then I was kind of
relieved at not having to worry about it. It would be excellent just
to check her out. 

We walked to an outdoor court that's down the street from us. I made
sure I was last in line so I could continue ogling Ally without anyone
noticing. She had put her hair back into a shimmering ponytail which
sashayed about her statuesque form. Worm had opted for her usual baggy
grey sweats and baseball cap. I had loaned one of my tennis getups to
Cory; it was a little big on him, but looked OK. He actually was
pretty buffed and might even have had broader shoulders than me. I
guess good genes ran in their family. 

We played Worm and Me against them. I was better than both of them,
and of course Worm was much worse, making us end up losing more points
than we won. We never really played a real set, just kind of hit
around and gabbed a lot. I intentionally hit a few lobs over Ally's
head so that she would have to bend over and pick up the ball facing
away from me, and she didn't hesitate or disappoint me. She bent over
gracefully and her skirt climbed over her hips, revealing the lower
part of her modest tennis briefs; still, her curvaceous and athletic
ass was superbly displayed. It was not sinewy like the
orgasm-producing gymnast ass, but still just as attractive-womanly,
supple, in handsome proportion to the rest of her and blossoming
perfectly above her muscular, tanned legs. She gave me a suspicious
look after I hit one over her head for a fourth time, so that was all
I was going to see of her awesome backside, I figured, and didn't try
it again. 

Eventually Mom called for us, so we cleaned up and all had dinner with
the folks. Afterwards, the grownups broke out the liquor and started
getting goofy and reminiscing, and we were bored and in the way, so
Mom suggested that we kids go down to our beach with some blankets and
build a fire. 

We gladly headed out, and Cory and I built a pretty decent driftwood
blaze on some soft sand while the girls spread out blankets. Again, I
hung on one side with Cory and Worm sat and talked with Ally. While
Cory blathered on about Student Council or some other crap I overheard
Ally telling Worm about her boyfriend, a college guy (of course) who
had his own BMW. Worm listened fawningly like she was in the presence
of the Pope. I felt glad I had already ruled out Ally as a
possibility. 

I heard a door slam from our house and soon saw my parents and Ally's
parents coming down to the fire. They were carrying a cooler and
sleeping bags, and were giggling and yelling, obviously pretty drunk.
They came down to the fire and announced they were going to camp out
under the stars like they did "in the old days". We hung talking with
them for a bit, but it soon became obvious that they didn't really
want us hanging around. Mom suggested that maybe we kids should go up
to the house and watch a movie and make some popcorn, so we headed
back inside. 

In our den our folks had left a mess-several half-drunk bottles of
liquor, a large ice-bucket almost tipped over, and lots of open,
mostly full cans of mixers and sodas. I started to look through our
video collection with Cory, leaving the girls to make popcorn, but
instead Ally and Worm came in carrying large tumblers. "Misa and I
have decided we are going to have a cocktail," Ally announced in her
most grown-up voice, while Worm giggled with anxious energy,
apprehensive but going along so Ally would think she was cool. "Would
you gentleman care to join us?" 

Cory and I both said we probably shouldn't, we'd catch Hell if we were
caught, but Ally convinced us that our folks were on the beach for the
night, and we'd hear them coming in long before they ever got to the
den, which is pretty far from the beachside door anyway. Ally made us
a drink she said her college boyfriend taught her, and used some of
just about every bottle open. She said it was an "Ice Tea", and I
thought it would taste pretty gross. I've had sips of my parents
cocktails before and they nearly made me gag. 

But to my surprise the drink was smooth, and kinda did taste like ice
tea. It didn't have much of an alcohol taste. Even Worm was sipping
hers down easily, not bad for a girl not even thirteen yet. Then Ally
asked if we had any dice, and we found some in an old backgammon set.
She taught us a game with dice where every time you lost you had to
have a sip of your drink. The game made you drink a lot-fast-and soon
all four of us had polished off our tall drinks and had laughingly
poured ourselves another full one to work on. 

I definitely started to feel the effects of the alcohol, because I
found myself staggering a bit when I went for a pee. When I came back
the others were sitting on the floor and giggling. Ally was drunkenly
weaving a little while shuffling a deck of cards with a wicked grin.
Worm had tears running down her face, she was laughing so hard. I
asked what was so funny. "Ally said we should play strip poker," Worm
shrieked with alcohol-slurred speech, "but I don't know how to play
poker!" All three of them burst out hilariously again, and soon I was
cracking up as well. We were so buzzed we couldn't stop cackling for
the longest time. 

Suddenly Ally interrupted, "Well, we could play Hi-Lo, anyone can
figure that out." I was momentarily speechless-this wasn't just joking
around, she seriously wanted to play strip poker! Then Ally looked
right at me with an amazing stare, the first time I'd ever felt a
woman look at me in a horny way. "What do you think, Shawn?" she
murmured. "You want to play, don't you?" 

In my intoxicated state I was still able to realize that she was
coming on to me, and not anyone else-I mean, I was the only guy there
except her little brother. The alcohol had loosened me up enough to be
able to look her right back in the eye and say, "Sure. Let's play." 

"All right!" purred Ally. We sat in a circle-Cory to my right, Worm on
my left, and the gorgeous Ally sitting directly across from me. Ally
told us that every time we called the wrong card, we had to take off
one piece of clothing. I was so eager to see Ally naked that I didn't
even think that I might be the one to lose my clothes; I realized that
for a second, and got a little scared that Ally might think I had a
little boy's cock-especially compared to her college boyfriend! But
there was no stopping now, Ally had already begun to deal. 

Starting to her left, she dealt her brother a five of spades. He said
"higher" and she turned over a jack. He was safe. Next was me, and
luckily I got the two of clubs. Worm, next, missed her call on an
eight, and promptly took off her shoe. I calmed inside. I had
forgotten about shoes and socks-this game was probably not going to
get very far, we'd chicken out before removing too much. I half wanted
us to play to nudity and half was dead afraid that we actually would. 

We went around several times, giggling, teasing each other, continuing
the game relatively innocuously. Cory was the first to be barefoot and
removed his belt on his next loss. I lost next, and removed my last
sock. Worm lost her sock, but then Ally won again. To my chagrin the
rest of were running out of unrevealing options but Ally still had one
shoe and both socks. 

We went around several more rounds till Cory had taken off his
sweater, and was down to t-shirt and jeans. I had lost my belt, and
Worm was down to her baggy t-shirt and sweat pants. For the first time
I noticed that Cory was totally checking Worm out, and dispiritedly
figured that he had probably talked Ally into playing this game so he
could go after Worm, and Ally was probably going along with it for his
sake rather than having any idea of wanting me. But wait-she had given
me that way horny stare. And I couldn't imagine anyone could see
anything sexy about Worm. 

My attention returned to Ally, as she was now barefoot and removing
her belt. To do so she had to arch her body forward, which made her
large breasts stretch her sweater tightly around them, defining the
bulging twin globes enticingly. She looked up and caught me dreamily
gazing straight at her chest, and mocked me, "What are you looking
at?" 

I quickly looked away and said "Nothing." 

Ally chided, "Keep your eyes to yourself." Was she teasing or serious?


I felt silly and avoided looking her way for a bit. Cory and I both
won, but Worm lost, and she looked up nervously. "What should I do?"
she pleaded to Ally. 

Ally asked, "Are you wearing a bra?" Worm nodded. "Then you have
nothing to worry about-it'll be just like you're wearing a swim top." 

Worm said "OK" and timidly turned away, pulling up her t-shirt. I was
ready to tease her but instead I had to stifle a gasp. It had been so
long since I'd seen my sister this undressed, and she was not the
scuzzy little brat I remembered. She had obviously been growing up
without me noticing. As she lifted the t-shirt, she revealed smooth,
ivory-toned skin, with a delicate, flat belly. I realized for the
first time why she was into gymnastics-she had a gymnast's body! I
found myself more and more interested in what was under her shirt as
she slowly raised it, checking her progress just below her bra and
looking around nervously. With Ally's encouragement, she pulled her
shirt the over her head to reveal a small training bra, white cotton
with a printed pattern of little pink flowers. I ogled her developing
young mounds in the moments while she struggled to get the shirt over
her eyes and wouldn't see me. In the center of each of her petite
breasts were protuberance the size of pencil erasers, firmly jutting
out. I found myself wishing I could squeeze her firm little nipples
between my fingertips and quickly caught myself. What am I thinking!
That's Worm! She uncovered her head and I looked away as she shyly
crossed her arms in front of her exposed front. I told myself I
shouldn't have been checking her out. But in spite of it, I felt a
tingling in my crotch. 

Worm tried to relax as I noticed that Cory wouldn't take his eyes off
her. But she didn't appear to mind, and actually seemed to be getting
into it. She even lowered her arms a bit, revealing the soft plunge of
her bare neckline to the restrictive seam of her undersized bra, and
smiled at him. 

Ally, up next, lost, and casually unsnapped the front of her cardigan.
She turned to the side to remove it, though, and I couldn't really see
anything of her till she turned back. To my dismay she was wearing a
loose fitting pullover that actually showed less of her figure than
the sweater had. I found myself sneaking glances over at Worm, who was
coyly trying to cover up by sitting forward with her knees bent,
blocking Cory's view of her but unwittingly displaying to me a side
shot of her breasts gently pressed forward. She didn't realize I could
see the subtle rise in her skin as the smooth plane of her torso began
to angle frontward into a delicate outgrowth which disappeared beneath
the bra fabric. I found myself having to jab my elbow discreetly into
my crotch for a moment to relieve the tingling down there. 

Next Cory, and then I lost, and we both ended up taking off our
shirts. I noticed Worm smiling at Cory's hairless, tan chest-it must
have looked a lot like the shirtless boys in those teen magazines she
read. I was really happy I had been working out so much, it had paid
off! Ally commented appreciatively on what nice shape I was in, and
winked. Wow! 

And now the game went slowly clockwise, each of us guessing carefully,
the hand anxiously circling past us each twice with no one missing. We
knew whoever lost next, it would be a revealing turn. Worm, Cory or I
would be down to only underwear. Ally, though still mostly dressed,
would-hopefully, finally! -- expose what was hidden beneath the
frustratingly unrevealing folds of her blouse. All of us were taking
big sips of our drinks as the cards passed by us. We nervously called
our cards, aware the game had gotten serious. This should be when
someone would chicken out and we would all be off the hook. But no one
wanted to be the coward, and trembling, we each took our turns, trying
not to look too relieved when we won. 

At last, it was Ally who lost, and I felt a joyous twitch between my
legs as I gazed towards her, giddy inside, anticipating the
long-awaited spectacle of her robust bosom scarcely contained by
lingerie. But she realized she was going to have to take off her shirt
and started stalling, saying maybe the game was over, then maybe she
heard our folks coming. But Cory insisted that she had already made
Worm go that far, and Worm encouraged her as well. Ally finally said
OK, as long as Cory and I would cover our eyes until she was ready. I
agreed, knowing how good I was at peeking through my fingers. 

I shaded my eyes leaving a sly fingerspace to watch her. In my partial
vision I saw Ally look suspiciously towards me, but finally seem
convinced I wasn't looking. Then she crossed her arms in front of her
and grabbed the bottom of her shirt, quickly pulling it upward. I felt
my cock stiffening as I watched her have to pull outwards and
rearrange slightly as her progress was impeded by the task of
uncovering her cumbersome breasts. She yanked irritatedly on the shirt
and the resistance gave way, the fabric quickly sliding backwards like
a magician whisking away a handkerchief. As her shirt finally pulled
high enough, her overfilled bra burst out from beneath, harnessing two
swollen melons it seemed barely able to restrain. The bra material was
stretchy but thick, as it obviously had to be to support the weight of
her breasts, but I could still detect the protruding outline of dark
silver-dollar sized areolar disks in the center of each globe. I was
stiffening so much I had to cross my legs. 

Ally sat forward with her knees up, covering her chest like Worm was
doing, and said we could open our eyes back up. I tried not to look
her way too much, but it was impossible not to see the luscious
plunging cleavage disappearing down behind the shield of her bent legs
as she leaned over to deal. Cory won his hand. I got dealt a six of
clubs and guessed higher. Ally turned over a four of hearts. I had
lost and would have to go down to my jockey shorts. 

-=To Be Continued=- 


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