Robert Haill - His Sexpot Sis

"Well, I've got it all planned. Last week I invited one of my girlfriends over to stay."

"You did what?"

"I said-"

"I know what you said, but I thought there'd be just you and me, in bed, making love… “ "But this girl is different, Shawn. You see, she's still a virgin and she's going to sleep with me."

"Oh, that's great," he groaned. He saw his night of sexual romping with her slowly disappearing.

"Wait, Shawn, this girl is so uptight that I'm sure you'll take her virginity because she's simply begging for sex. She doesn't know it, of course." She giggled. "You know her, you've met her. Her name is Kyla Grey."

"Kyla! You must be joking. She won't let any of the guys near her. We call her tin pants." He conjured up a mental picture of her. She was a blonde with big bouncing breasts. She had angry green eyes and a small red mouth. She had no sisters or brothers and most likely had never seen a cock in her life. She was just eighteen.

"Kyla," she went on, "likes you. She told me so herself."

"But she's a bloody virgin," he wailed.

"So," she cocked her head and looked up at him. "Could you think of a better birthday present?"

"Jodi, you're evil. Do you know that?"

She chuckled and rested her head against his chest.

"She probably won't let me near her," he complained.

"You'll get her; I'll help you," she said confidently. "Like I said, we've got all night. And Kyla has a magnificent body. I know; I've seen it."

"When?" he fired at her.

"Last year, at summer camp. We went skinny-dipping together. And all the time the only thing we talked about was men. That was a year ago so you can imagine how randy she must be now. I can tell you, if you have sex with her it'll be like nothing you've had before. She must be so tight… “

She was right and it was a challenge. To be the first to take Kyla was; every boy's dream and here he had a golden opportunity.

"Mmmmmmmm! You smell nice, of bath oil and aftershave lotion," sighed Jodi.

"What time is Kyla coming?" he asked in a thick voice.

"I told her about eight. What's the time now?"

"Seven-thirty."

"Are you still mad at me, Shawn?"

"No, of course not." He planted a kiss on the top of her head.

"We'll probably have a few drinks and sit around talking," she said. "I wouldn't come on too strong if I were you, Shawn. I mean, you can't throw open your dressing gown in front of her and say, ‘Look at this.’ If you do, she'll turn and run. Just take things as they come and tonight you'll learn how to seduce a young woman."

"You don't have to give me a lecture, Jodi," he growled.

"I know that, silly. I only wanted to warn you. Kyla is shy and sensitive and you'll need to be careful. In fact," she studied her fingernails. "I don't even think she's on the pill so for Christ's sake don't make her pregnant."

"Shit. That's all I need. I don't know if it's such a good idea, Jodi."

"Well, it's too late now," she said in a huff.

"It's all been arranged and Kyla's coming."

She stood up and her filmy nighty clung to her body. "If you must know, I've been looking forward to tonight."

"What do you mean, Jodi?"

"Well, if you don't want Kyla, I do. There, I've said it and you can think what you like." She stamped from the room wanting to be by herself for a little while.

She's a lesbian as well, my own sister, Shawn grinned to himself. But he should have known that after seeing her up in the attic with Virginia. It promised to be a most interesting night.

The fire cast shadows around the room as the hungry flames curled around an old log. It had been a hot day but in the hills the nights were cold. Shawn felt the heat fan his face and he thought of the times he and Jodi had stood naked with their backs to the fire warming their bottoms when they were babies. It seemed like a million years ago.

The luminous face of his watch told him it was only a few minutes before eight. Maybe Kyla wouldn't come! She was a shy girl and she never talked very much, but Jodi would draw her out. No doubt Jodi would do many things before the night was done with. Jodi could get away with murder if she tried.

The sound of a car rolling into the drive and crunching over the heavy gravel brought him back from his reflections. Kyla had arrived. It had to be her because they weren't expecting anyone else. His heart started to pound and his mouth went dry. It was one thing making love to Jodi, but it was another thing doing it to a girl like Kyla. Damn Jodi. He wished she hadn't asked Kyla to come. Jodi was at the front door and he heard the undertone of voices, then tinkling laughter. It was too late now and he would have to go and meet her.

He made his way into the hall and stopped dead. Was this the timid Kyla he knew, standing there in a low-cut dress with her huge tits swelling and spilling from her dress! Her long blonde hair was brushed to spun gold and it cascaded over her bare shoulders and down her back. Her eyes were the only thing unchanged. They were still green like raging seas that had spilled across a thousand ocean floors. He was thunderstruck. She was absolutely beautiful. It didn't seem possible that she could still be a virgin.

"Hello, Shawn. Happy birthday." She came over to him and brushed her lips across his.

"Kyla," he said coming back to his senses. "I'm glad you were able to come."

"Isn't she lovely," gurgled Jodi taking his arm. "Come into the lounge, Kyla, and warm yourself." She hooked her other arm through hers. "Leave your bag of night things there." She caught Shawn's eye. "We'll put them away later."

"It's a lovely house," smiled Kyla.

"Yes, isn't it," said Shawn. "It's over a hundred years old."

"And this room is magnificent." Kyla stood in the door of the lounge admiring the paneled walls and the high ceiling. "And an open fire!" She rushed over to it and knelt in front of it.

"Where's the shy little mouse I knew?" Shawn whispered into Jodi's ear as they went to join Kyla.

"It's only an act to cover her nervousness, said Jodi knowingly. "You'll see."

They sat in a half-circle nursing drinks and making small talk but the air was electric. The magic was in the things unsaid and in the knowing looks they passed to each other. Their being alone in the big old house was a suggestion in itself.

"You'll sleep with me, Kyla," said Jodi, and she lounged on one elbow and half of one breast showed through the opening of her nightie. She made no attempt to hide it.

"I'm glad. I hate sleeping alone, Jodi. Would you mind if I changed into something more comfortable?"

"No, of course not. I'll show you the bedroom. Will you fix us fresh drinks, Shawn? We won't be long."

"Sure." He watched both of their small tight bottoms bouncing as they left the room and he went over to the bar to fix three long gin and tonics. He still couldn't get over the change in Kyla. It was like she was a different person. He poured generous portions of gin into the girls glasses because it was said that gin was great as a leg opener and it could help with Kyla.

The old log in the fire was burned right through and he prodded at it with a poker and buried it under a pile of coals while he waited for the girls. Jodi would be having the first look at Kyla now as she changed into her night clothes and it was anyone's guess what they'd be talking about. Maybe Jodi was preparing her for the onslaught! He gave a low laugh. That'd be Jodi.

"Did you fix those drinks?" cried Jodi coming back, and she stood to one side of the door as Kyla came in so Shawn would get an unobstructed view of her.

His eyes grew large when he saw her. She wore a Roman toga-type nightie that left one shoulder bare. The material was a thin black gauze that barely came down to her knees. It was like the nightie was glued to her luscious body for it showed every line and curve. Her breasts stuck out like primed torpedoes as she waltzed into the room. She turned around to say something to Jodi and he saw her nightie was pinched between her buttocks just where the ends of her long golden hair touched.