C Ralston: Overeager teenager

"Shit, what was I worried about?" Sheree asked herself as she scanned the short sentences. "Mom told me yesterday that she was going out to Mrs. Culver's place to get fresh vegetables for DeeDee's welcome home dinner. I should have remembered she'd be gone all day!"

Crumpling the note and aiming for the wastebasket, Sheree pulled off her halter top and headed for the shower. She was completely naked by the time she reached the top of the stairs, and she paused only long enough to toss her things into her room before plunging into the relaxing shower she had craved.

The warm water felt marvelous as it cascaded over the shapely teenager's voluptuous body. Sheree reviewed the night before as she cavorted under the spray, letting the caressing jet of water play over her sensitive pussy lips as she recalled the thrill of Johnny's hot cock sliding in and out of her grasping cunt.

What a summer she was going to have with that big stud balling her every day, Sheree told herself!

The excitement of the memory was too strong to resist, with the shower massage hitting her squarely in the pussy while another set of spray streams jiggled her erect titties.

Sheree gave in to the overpowering need to finger herself. She squeezed her clit gently between her thumb and forefinger, digging her long middle digit fully into the fluid depths of her excited pussy as she did so. Her free hand stale up to her throbbing tits and began to tickle and tease the popping nipples as the maddening shower massage continued to pound away at her tingling body.

Sinking back against the cold tile shower wall, Sheree felt the first wave of pre-orgasm tightening her cunt channel. The horny teenager finger-fucked her pussy frantically, sensing her come only a few strokes away.

The front door banged shut downstairs. Sheree froze her over stimulated body crying for release as her mind fought to reason out who could possibly be downstairs at this time of day. It couldn't be her mother, and her father never came home from his store for lunch.

It must be Johnny! The answer hit her like a jolt of high voltage. Sheree was out of the shower and running down the stairs in seconds, a large towel wrapped around her dripping torso. A fuck was better than a finger bang any day!

"DeeDee, it's you!" Sheree groaned as she came to the landing and saw her older sister standing in the entry hall.

"Well, some greeting, Sis," the tall blonde smiled. "You sure have a way of making a girl feel welcome."

Sheree grinned despite her disappointment. She was glad to see her statuesque older sister, even though the sight of Johnny and his long, hard prick would have pleased her a lot more at that particular moment. She explained this, in a slightly laundered form, to DeeDee.

"Shit, kid, I don't blame you!" DeeDee laughed, her melon-sized tits shaking beneath the skimpy tee-shirt she wore. "A big stud would be a welcome sight for me right now too!"

"Wow, Dee, it's fuckin' outta' sight!" Sheree shrieked as she stepped out on the front porch.

DeeDee was standing next to a brand new red Porsche.

"Is it yours?" Sheree asked incredulously, running her hand over the hand rubbed body. "I'd give my left tit for a set of wheels like this!"

"Oh, you have to give both tits, luv, and your pussy, and your ass, and pretty good head!" DeeDee laughed easily.

"Can we go for a ride?" Sheree asked, barely hearing her sister's sardonic comments.

"Sure, honey, just give me a hand setting this junk inside, okay?"

The two girls carried the bags into the living room and made their way back out to the gleaming red roadster. Sheree was sure that she had never felt anything quite so soft as the real leather seat in DeeDee's car. And she was positive she had never heard anything as sexy as the rumble of the exhaust as the older girl turned on the engine and backed the sleek sports car out into the street.

"You're really filling out, shorty," DeeDee kidded her little sister, glancing approvingly at Sheree's full halter.

"I'll never have tits like yours, Sis," Sheree answered truthfully. DeeDee had a set of thirty-eight D's which would have looked ridiculous on Sheree's short frame. She said as much to the older girl.

"That's true," DeeDee smiled. "You'd spend half your time just trying to sit up!"

Sheree giggled. She thought how much fun it would be, having an older sister again, now that she was grown up enough to feel unthreatened by DeeDee's spectacular looks.

When DeeDee turned down Elm Street and headed back for home, Sheree's face froze and she felt as if her whole world had just dropped through the floorboards.

Johnny Hollister was standing on Elm Street, peering into the ice cream parlor. And he wasn't alone. On his arm, staring up adoringly at the big hulk of a quarterback, was one of the cutest little redheads Sheree had ever seen. The couple disappeared into the shop.

"What's the matter, Sis?" DeeDee asked as they pulled up in the drive.

"Nothin'!" Sheree replied angrily.

They entered the house together, Sheree staring down at the carpet, saying nothing. Now she knew what Johnny's promises meant.

Sheree fought back the tears. She sat down on the bed and pulled absently at the drawstrings on her top. They parted, and she got as far as wadding the garment into a ball and tossing it into a corner before she began shaking uncontrollably with sobs. The tears welled up in her green eyes and steamed down her pretty cheeks.

The half naked girl threw herself into the middle of her double bed and cried like a baby.

"Hey, babe, did you think to tote my bag up? I don't want to put these sweaty rags back on…" DeeDee's buoyant voice trailed off as she opened the door and saw her sister.

"Sheree, honey, what's the matter?"

The sobbing girl turned slightly and saw the beautiful blonde standing over the bed clad only in the wet towel thrown around her lean waist. The milky white breasts swung free and loose, like miniature, pink-tipped basketballs.

DeeDee sat down next to Sheree on the bed, running her hand comfortingly through the younger girl's long dark hair and over her suntanned back. Sheree responded to the maternal gesture by turning over and burying her head between her sister's unbelievable knockers, crying as if there could be no tomorrow.

"Come, tell DeeDee what's the matter?" the tall blonde implored her, craddling the girl tenderly in her arms.

Tearfully, her story interrupted by shuddering sobs, Sheree choked out the details of her brief romance with Johnny Hollister. She told DeeDee about her big reputation, her cock-teasing, and her joyful decision to become Johnny's steady. When she finished, she was no longer crying.

"There, there, babe, no real harm done," DeeDee whispered softly, kissing Sheree on the forehead. "At least you got a good fuck out of the deal. Don't let the big oaf get to you this way. You're lucky you found out about him this soon!"

"But, but. I really thought I loved him, Dee!" Sheree whined, still feeling miserable.

"Sure, sure, sweetheart, I know you did. Next time out, just remember what I've told you in the past – fuck with your pussy, not your heart. Don't give that away until you're sure, understand? The rest is just harmless fun."

Sheree gave a half-hearted smile and sniffled back her tears. "Okay, Sis, I'll remember next time. You can be sure of that!"

Acting purely on impulse, Sheree turned her head and kissed her sister on the lips, to thank her for her kindness. She meant for it to be a light, quick peck on the mouth, but then her lips found DeeDee's, she leaned forward a bit and their naked breasts swung against each other. The two sisters gasped as nipple caressed nipple, and a sharp charge of unexpected passion shot through both girls' pulsing tits.