Brian Laver - Horny for brother

Sammy hated it when his sister had girl friends sleep over. Not that he didn't like his sister's friends. But when she had a friend over, Sammy felt left out.

His sister was a year older than he. And all of her friends were the types of girls that Sammy dreamed about.

He was a horny kid. No hornier than usual, but kids his age are usually pretty horny.

So when he had to lie in bed, thinking about the cute chicks in the next room with their flannel nightgowns draped over their ripe tits and firm asses, naturally it made him even hornier.

Although he tried to pretend he wasn't interested, he was. He would find himself standing outside his sister's closed door on his way to the bathroom. He could hear their voices, laughing, gossiping, fooling around.

Now, as he stopped to listen, though, he heard something genuinely interesting.

"I wish my tits were more like yours," Pat, his sister, was saying.

Sammy froze. He moved his ear closer to the door.

"I like yours better," Polly said. "Look at the way mine sag."

"But I like the way they sag," Pat said. "I think mine look like they just sprouted yesterday."

Sammy realized that the girls were looking at each other's tits.

Suddenly the boy's horniness grew into a fever of lust. He dropped to his knees and put his eye to the keyhole. But all he saw was his sister's dresser.

"I like your nipples better than mine, too," Pat was saying.

Sammy would give anything to see into that room. The last, time he'd seen, his sister's bare chest, it had been as flat as his own.

Of course, he had caught glimpses of her tits when he peeked down her blouse. But those quick peeks had only whetted his appetite to see more. He just had to see what was going on in there! "Look how I can practically throw my tits over my shoulders," Polly was saying.

Sammy's brain strained at the task of thinking of a way to peek into that room.

There was a roof over the back porch. If he stood on that, he might be able to see through her window. But the roof on the porch didn't continue under the window. It would be a tricky reach.

But he had no choice. He just had to see what was going on. After all, how often does a horny kid get to see a girl throwing her tits over her shoulder?

So Sammy went downstairs, past his parents who were sitting in the living room, and out the back door.

The first thing he did was to look up at the window to see if there would be any chance of seeing into it. He felt his heart skip a beat when he saw that the shade wasn't pulled all the way down.

Then he looked for a way to climb up on the roof of the porch. With a lot of straining and clawing and stretching, he managed to get up there. But he was panting from the effort.

It was dark out, and the house was fairly secluded by trees. So he didn't have to worry about being seen.

With his heart pounding and his prick stiff, Sammy went toward the window.

But by the time he got to the end of the roof, the window was still four or five feet away. And from where he stood, he could only see an empty corner of the room.

Below the window was a large bush. It would break his fall if he slipped, he knew. But falling wouldn't be very healthy.

Sammy leaned over the end of the roof, toward the window. That way he could see more of the room. But neither girl could be seen.

There was a narrow molding on the side of the house that he could step on. Then, if he could grab the windowsill, he could see right in!

After taking a last look at the bush below, Sammy stretched his foot out onto the molding. It seemed to hold him. Then, he reached for the windowsill. He managed to grab it.

As he slowly brought his weight over the side of the roof, the only thing he could think of was that he had missed everything. He imagined the girls all dressed up in their nightgowns, under the covers, hidden from his horny gaze. They might not even be in the room any longer.

But when he brought his face to the window, he found that they were still there, and they were naked!

The girls were sitting on Pat's bed. Each was holding one of their own tits. It looked like they were examining their nipples.

Sammy's eyes bulged and his prick throbbed. He had never seen a pair of tits before. He'd seen pictures, of course. But this was different. This was a thousand times more exciting!

Sammy saw his sister point at her nipple, then at Polly's. Then they both looked at each other's nipples closely. Polly held her big boob up to Pat's face.

Polly's tits did sag, Sammy noticed. The one that she wasn't lifting up lay heavily on her chest. It still protruded with a beautiful curve, though. Sammy didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

His sister's tits were much different. They were smaller than Polly's. They were half circles that swelled from heir chest. She could never lift one high up like Polly was doing. Polly had to bend over and put her face to Pat's tits to get a good look.

After looking at each other's nipples closely, they both turned to the side. Showing each other the profile of their tits, they ran a finger down over their soft boobs, over the nipples and under the tits.

Sammy couldn't hear what they were saying. But he could tell that they were still telling each other how much they liked the other's tits more than their own.

Polly picked up a pencil from the night table by the bed and put it under her tit. Then she let it go, showing Pat – and Sammy – how the weight of her boob kept the pencil in place.

That was pretty interesting. And seeing those girl's tits was great. But Sammy was already trying to get a view of their hidden cunts.

Polly was sitting cross-legged. And although she was facing him, her thighs were hiding her pussy. Pat was sitting with her legs curled under her. But she was facing sideways to the window. So Sammy had to settle for the mere view of their tits.

Suddenly, Pat got up. She walked to the dresser and opened the top drawer. Then she went back to the bed.

She had only been up for a few seconds. But Sammy didn't think he'd ever forget the sight of his naked sister walking right toward him. He saw her hairy crotch. And even though he couldn't actually see the slot, the view of her pubic patch was quite a treat for a horny kid like Sammy.

Nor would he forget the sight of his sister's ass as she walked back to the bed. Her round asscheeks were the most beautiful things Sammy had ever seen.

Only when Pat sat back down on the bed did Sammy notice what she had taken from the drawer. It was a hand mirror.

Pat held the mirror in front of her, then to each side. She was looking at her tits from every possible angle.

Then the girls seemed to forget their tits. Pat put the mirror down. They talked to each other. And Sammy feasted his eyes on their now-neglected jugs.

But what happened next took Sammy's mind off their tits.

Suddenly, Pat threw her legs wide open. Then she took the mirror and held it in front of her. As she looked into the mirror, she put her hand to her pussy.

Sammy was so shaken that he almost fell into the bush below.

Now the girls were going to compare their cunts. The boy at the window couldn't believe his luck.

He could see his sister's cunt below the mirror she held. But he didn't have a very good view. It looked sort of blurry and far away.

As Pat fingered her own pussy and talked, Polly lay down, supporting herself on an elbow. She was facing Pat's crotch, staring right into it.

Why can't I have the view Polly is seeing? Sammy asked himself. He would give anything to stare into a girl's open crotch. Anything! But it seemed too fantastic to ever happen to him.