Sister's Slumber Party
Ever since she was a kid, my sister was notorious for her slumber
parties. We had a relatively large house, swimming pool, and wooded
acreage that welcomed all kinds of adventures. A small stream about knee
deep flowed through the heart of the wooded area. It alone allowed for a
nice cool swim and fishing.
Now that my sister is older, and I am in college, her slumber parties
have not lost their luster. Any one that is invited, considers it an
honor and a privilege. My parents only had one rule, no boys. My sister
and her friends never broke that rule, which meant I was the only guy
present among five to seven girls.
Kim was very creative and planned each party with a different theme.
Rarely was a theme repeated. However, one thing that could always be
counted on was a hot and daring game of Truth or Dare at midnight.
It never failed that one of the dares would include me. Most of the time
they were innocent. A girl would be dared to sneak into my room and
steal a pair of my boxers, to moon me, or something like that. As we got
older, the dares became more daring.
I can not count the number of titties I have seen because one of the
most popular dares was to flash me. On one occasion, a girl was dared to
give me a pair of her panties. Never however had any of the dares been
sexual, or had they ever required touching. My parents were cool with
everything, although they were always in the bed on the opposite wing of
the house while the game was going on.
One of the reasons for our acreage and big house was because our parents
were naturalist. We grew almost all our own food, and what we didn’t
grow was all organic. We were also nudist. From the time we were out of
diapers, Kim and I strolled around the house and property naked, along
with our parents.
I will be honest. Once I hit puberty, I had a real big dilemma. Both Kim
and my mother were attractive women and once Kim started blossoming, it
was real hard to not stare at her round, perky tits and round firm
butt. When I would stare, nature would take control and I would become
embarrassed and erect. Luckily, I quickly got used to it and the problem
went away.
During her slumber parties, we were required to wear clothes while out
in the house, but as soon as I went into my room, I would remove my
clothes. Knowing how her game would always include me, at least once, I
always covered my pubic region with a blanket.
At the last party, things went further than they ever had. There were
seven girls from the age of 18 to 19. Most of them were regulars,
Kim’s BFF Cassie, was the first to arrive. Cassie’s tits were the first I
ever seen, that wasn’t my mom or sister’s. She has a nice rack, firm
and perky 34C.
As they all arrived, I was sitting by the pool drinking a bottle of
water. I was there on purpose. I was there to observe the parade of
girls wearing short-shorts, tank tops and pretty much nothing else.
It was a Luau theme, so it was not long before all the girls were in
grass skirts and coconut bras. I helped Dad grill some burgers, we ate,
and left the girls to their fun.
I went to my room, stripped off my clothes and lay down to read. As
usual, I pulled a blanket over my bare cock. I was lost in my book in a
matter of minutes and time past quickly.
I was startled by a knock on my door. It took me a second for my brain
to register where I was. I assumed it was one of the girls coming for
their dare.
“It’s open,” I announced.
The door opened slowly. Standing in the door was Whitney. Whitney had
just turned 18, and to be honest, she was the sexiest of all my sister’s
friends. She was standing in a bikini top and shorts. Unlike my sister
and most of her friends, Whitney was not petite. She was not fat, but
she was thick. She had thick thighs and a nice bubbly butt. I had never
seen her in a bikini. Her breasts were not big, but they fit her frame
perfectly. I would assume a 38 C or D. Her abdomen was not fit and thin,
but she still made my blanket raise a little.
She smiled shyly as she stood at my door. I tried to think back if I had
ever seen her tits, if I had, I didn’t remember, and I think I would
have remembered hers. She stepped inside my room and left the door open.
“Hey Rob, what’s up?”
“Nothing yet,” I thought, but didn’t say.
“Just reading, did you get a dare?”
“Yeah. I was dared to come in and look under your blanket.”
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