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After finishing freshman year of college, I headed home for summer break. I was looking forward to spending time with my girlfriend, Beth, but she ruined my plans by telling me she was moving to the east coast to live with her sister. We had a tearful goodbye, having sex as much as we could for our final weekend together. Beth promised to visit me at school at least once a semester, reasoning that I was actually going to be just one state over from her now. It made sense, but I knew that our relationship was over.
Tired from my warehouse job, and just generally bored, I decided to visit my cousin Randall. He was constantly bugging me to go golfing. I told him that my clubs had disappeared, but I would come over for some beers and laughs. He said that he didn’t golf anymore either but just wanted to get together. Randall had just finished his sophomore year of college and was working for a delivery service.
“How did you lose your clubs?” Randall said, taking a drag on his cigarette.
“I think, I don’t know for sure, but my mother may have sold them at a garage sale,” I said, checking out his apartment: the lower floor of a duplex.
“Yeah, I’ve had so many things go missing at garage sales. Rookie cards that’d be worth something.”
“Maybe you can buy some furniture at a garage sale. This place is practically empty,” I said, looking at his television and three office chairs.
“This is just for the summer. It’s really cheap, actually. My sister’s boyfriend owns it, or his family does. He lives in the other unit.”
“How is Jessica?” I said, remembering my cousin with the big boobs and killer bikini body.
“Good. Running her house cleaning service.”
We went to the backyard and sat down on the deck; we started drinking, grilling up some food, and recalling some of our mediocre adventures that now seemed abstractly interesting. Jessica’s boyfriend, Joe, came by for a beer and some food, shaking my hand and inviting me to a barbecue that he was having the following day. He looked close to thirty and way more experienced than either me or Randall; Jessica was turning twenty-three that summer.
“I’ll try to make it,” I said, wondering if Jessica would have a bikini on.
“Sounds good,” he said.
Randall waited for Joe to leave before saying, “my sister is nuts for hooking up with him. He wants to get married right away. I told her it’s too soon for that. I don’t know, but she can do what she wants.”
“He seems like a decent guy,” I said, taking a swig of beer.
“I guess.”
We finished up eating and played some video games afterwards, trying to remember the names of our crushes in high school. There was one we both liked named Dawn. She had blonde hair, bouncy boobs, and a small, tight ass that she liked to show off.
“Will you be at Joe’s BBQ?” I said, getting ready to go home.
“Probably. His sister might be there. She’s our age with a great body,” he said, giving me a hug goodbye.
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After I got home from Randall’s, I went to my sister’s room to tell her that I had visited with our cousin, and that I had met Jessica’s boyfriend. There had always been tension between my sister, Brenda, and Jessica. I thought it was because they both had great bodies, especially boobs. The tension seemed catty, and each girl tried to outdo the other.
My sister was also home from college, after finishing up her junior year. She partied more than I did and was a member of a fraternity. She definitely had been with more sexual partners than me, using her impressive boobs and bubble butt to attract guys and probably girls, too.
I knocked on her door and waited for her to respond. When she asked who it was, I told her. Brenda made me wait for a minute or so before telling me to enter.
“Hey, Brenda,” I said, going into her room.
“What do you want?” She said, getting up from her bed.
Brenda had on blue shorts and a loose, white blouse. She usually went braless at home, and this was no exception. I think that she caught me looking at her tits, searching out for her nipples behind the thin material of the blouse.
“I just wanted to tell you that I saw Randall earlier, and that I met Jessica’s boyfriend,” I said, sitting down across from her bed in the only chair in the room.
“Did you see Jessica?” Brenda said, sitting back down on the edge of her bed.
“No, how is Randall? Straight to your rival, huh?”
“That’s how rivals behave.”
“No, I didn’t get to see Jessica.”
“Sounds like you expected to see her.”
“I wanted to, but this was at Randall’s apartment, so I didn’t expect to see her at all.”
“Why was her boyfriend there?”
“He owns the duplex where Randall is living. He lives there, too. His name is Joe.”
“He sounds exciting,” Brenda said, sarcastically, checking her cell phone after it beeped.
I watched Brenda scroll through her messages, looking at her shapely thighs and setting my gaze on her chest to look for any movement from under her blouse. There was a slight jiggle when she shifted nurdağı escort on the bed. She acted as if I was not even in the room, ignoring me for whatever importance came with her messages.
“He seems like an okay guy; he looks older than her. Actually, he invited to a barbecue he’s having tomorrow,” I said, after she set her phone down.
“How much older?” Brenda said, scratching the side of her thigh.
“He looks about thirty or so.”
“I saw her with him at one of the restaurants at the Casino. She was leaving while I waited to get a table with my date.”
“How does she look?”
“Curious, huh?”
“A little.”
“I bet you’ve enjoyed watching the rivalry up close,” she said, crossing her arms over her chest.
“Yes, of course,” I said, feeling like I was blushing.
There was silence in the room; she seemed pensive, and I could feel my erection growing. I looked around her room and noticed that her walls were mostly bare. Gone were all the posters of actors and singers that she used to follow. Brenda had seemingly moved on from that phase of her life some time ago. I noticed that near her dresser was a pair of red panties on the floor; next to the panties was a blue bra with the cups facing up. She caught me looking at her undergarments, and I felt myself blushing again.
“Are you eyeing my bra and panties?” Brenda said, uncrossing her arms.
“I always meant to ask you about why you and Jessica were, are, rivals,” I said, trying to change the subject.
“Why do you think?” She said, forcing me to answer my own question.
“The way I saw it, she is a little older than you and was hot before you were, getting a lot of attention from guys and grown men. At some point, your body caught up to her body and the rivalry started.” I said, hoping I had gotten it right.
“That is exactly right!” She said, crossing her legs.
I shifted in the chair, feeling a rush of curiosity about Brenda and Jessica that I had never felt before. Brenda once again went to her phone to answer a text. This time she took a selfie with her tongue out and a hand brushing some of her brown hair from her face. I watched her boobs move around, playfully bouncing for my enjoyment.
“So, she resented the fact you were taking some attention from her?” I said, after she set her phone down.
“Yes. The queen bee had some company,” she said, uncrossing her legs.
“Did it bother you?”
“No way. I liked attention, too. She got really pissed one night at a pool party she had.”
“Why?”
“Her boyfriend at the time and his best friend were flirting with me. I guess it was because I was new to them. The boyfriend had already seen her naked and was curious about me. It was so obvious that he was flirting with me. She was furious, I could tell. I think they broke up soon after that night,” Brenda said, adjusting her shorts a little.
“Wow! What were you wearing?” I said, excitedly.
“I had on these cheeky bottoms that were showing more than I wanted to, and a top that didn’t cover my boobs so well.”
“What was she wearing?” I said, wanting more information.
“She had on a skimpy bikini. My bikini was blue. Her’s was purple and showed just as much skin as mine. She was getting lots of looks from other guys there. It wasn’t just me hogging attention.”
The idea of Brenda and Jessica being involved in a bikini battle was mind-boggling to me. I wished that I had been there to see the action. I also found it hot that Jessica broke up with her boyfriend afterwards — all because of my sister and her sexy, cheeky bikini.
“To be fair, Jessica returned the favor at my going away to college party,” Brenda said, standing up and then picking up her bra and panties, placing them inside a basket of clothes that needed washing.
She moved slowly, moving her bare feet across the carpeting. There was no hiding her boobs now. The bouncing they did was practically mesmerizing to me. She definitely held my attention and had my cock at attention.
“I remember that party. There were no bikinis that day,” I said, laughing.
“No, but she was braless under her dress, and she made sure my boyfriend got a good look at her tits when she bent over for something,” Brenda said, bristling from the memory of it as she sat back down.
“Wow! I missed my chance at seeing them.”
“Yeah, well, I broke up with my boyfriend soon after. It was going to happen anyway, with us both going away to school.”
“You have a chance to get back at her tomorrow, at Joe’s barbecue,” I said, trying to instigate something.
“I’ll pass. There will be other battles between us,” Brenda said.
“It would seem strange that you’d show up. Like you were looking to start trouble with her.”
“Yeah, we’re not friends. It’s always been about jealousy and hate.”
“Jealousy?” I said, inquisitively.
“Yeah, she’s jealous of me for something, and I’m jealous of her for something.”
That revelation stopped me and made me wonder nurdağı escort bayan what they were jealous of. It was obvious that the two of them were beautiful but had different looks. Jessica was taller and had dark hair; Brenda looked thicker because she was shorter and had lighter hair. Still, both were not lacking anything from what I could see.
“What could cause jealousy? Both of you are hot,” I said, making her blush a little.
“Well,” she started, “Jessica is jealous of my pink nipples. She said that she wanted pink nipples, too. It’s not a big deal to me, but it’s an issue with her.”
“Pink is nice,” I said.
“I guess,” Brenda said, touching one of her nipples.
“And what are you jealous of?” I said, watching as Brenda moved her hand away from her nipple.
“Isn’t it obvious? Her height!” Brenda exclaimed.
“I didn’t think that was as much an issue for girls as guys.”
“It can be. If I’m not wearing heels, and she is, she’ll put those tits of hers in my face.”
“Does that piss you off?”
“Yes!”
Brenda’s phone rang, ending our conversation, but I was hard from what we had talked about. I stood up to go but stopped when she scooted onto her bed and laid on her back, lifting her blouse to expose some under boob. She was watching me for my reaction, tempting me into staying, I thought.
“Yeah, I don’t think he knew it was going to get back to you. So much drama from a guy, wow, crazy,” Brenda said into her phone, moving her hand to her tits while watching me.
I pointed to the chair and gestured with my hand as if jerking off, asking permission to do so in her room and in front of her. She rolled her eyes and nodded her head, signaling that it was okay for me to do so. I smiled at her and proceeded to lower my shorts and underwear before sitting down.
Brenda was looking at me intently now, sizing my tool up. I worked myself to full hardness and let my hand go, showing her how I measured up. Both my length and girth were slightly above average, prompting Brenda to give me a playful thumbs-up and an encouraging nod of her head. Her approval really mattered to me.
Her phone conversation sounded like it was with her friend Lizzie, another busty college girl with dark, wavy hair and the sexiest gap-toothed smile I had yet to see. The talk was about guys and hook-ups that ended badly. Brenda was on cruise control, touching her titties and keeping an eye on my jerk session at the foot of her bed. She teased me by pretending that she was going to raise her blouse to give me a look at her bare breasts. A smiling Brenda flashed me the nipple on her left breast: pink and erect. I could see that her breasts were full and firm, ready to compete against her cousin and rival, Jessica.
My cock was fully erect, and I felt proud stroking it for Brenda. I think she was proud of her body, moving her hands from tit to tit and nipple to nipple. Her toes wiggled every time she touched one of her nipples, making her moan a little. There was a pause in her work, as she watched me find a winning rhythm.
As if conceding a need to sample from her own source of excitement, she slid her left hand under her shorts and started to play with her pussy. I watched her eyes staring at the ceiling blankly; she continued talking on the phone in a dreamy cadence to her friend Lizzie.
“I wanted to be there. Tell me what you did with him, Liz,” she said, sounding sedated and wanting Lizzie to talk while she played with herself.
I felt close and ready to blow my load, but I wanted to prolong being with her as long as possible. I was prepared to just stroke mindlessly while ogling Brenda, but she made it extremely difficult to not finish myself off when she flipped over onto her stomach and pulled her shorts down just past her butt. With her pale ass in the air, Brenda started to hump her fingers. She had seemingly forgotten that I was there and concentrated on her needs.
“Okay, later, then,” she said to Lizzie before tossing her phone across the bed.
Brenda’s booty in the air was too much for me. I tried to align my strokes with her hand humps, centering on what was now a dual session between sister and brother. We were both now desperate to get off.
There was no stopping my ejaculation at this point; something innate pushed me to let go. I could not resist letting the cum fly as high and forcefully as possible. My milky ropes landed on her comforter. My only regret was that Brenda did not see my handiwork nor the look of relief on my face.
I could only watch her now, listening to her moans. She said a few incoherent words, working deeply inside herself with her college-girl fingers. After an increase of movement that seemed to take my sister to the brink of orgasm, Brenda slowed down and finally stopped. She pulled her shorts back up and flipped herself over. Her face was red and her eyes lost.
“I think we’re done,” she said, softly.
That was my cue to leave her room, to leave the moment. escort nurdağı I pulled up my shorts and walked to the door. I was not sure if I had accomplished anything, feeling as if the results of my time with Brenda were not enough and nothing was proved. I waved to her as I left. She gave me a small smile and picked up her phone again.
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I was awake, lying naked in my bed the next morning. I was thinking about my interaction with Brenda, wondering if there would be other chances for us to share intimacy like that again. Just as I was about to start tugging on my half-hard cock, there was a knock at my door. It was Brenda asking to come in.
“Sure,” I said, covering my business with a pillow.
Brenda entered my room wearing a short, silky robe; she had just stepped out of the shower and had her hair wrapped under a towel. She was smiling when she closed the door, looking almost predatory as she strutted into my room with seductive steps. Brenda knelt down at the edge of my bed, making me think she was going to do something sexual to me.
“Relax,” she said, sensing my expectations.
“Do you want me to cover up some more,” I said, nervously.
“You’re good,” she said, looking at the pillow covering me.
Brenda got close to my face, letting me smell the soap and shampoo she had used to shower with. Underneath the pillow, there was definite growth going on. I felt captured by my own sister, trapped and at her mercy.
“Are you going to the barbecue?” She said, softly.
“I don’t know. I’m sure it’ll be mostly an
older crowd,” I said.
“Go! I want you to see Jessica. She’ll probably be walking around in a bikini like she’s the greatest thing ever “
“You want an update on your rival?”
“Yes! That’s exactly what I want.”
“Maybe a picture, too?” I said, half-jokingly.
“Maybe,” she said, opening up the top of her robe a little and teasing me with a show of just a little skin.
“No pink today?” I said, feeling brave.
“Not today,” she said, closing up her robe again.
“How will I compare you to Jessica?”
“Use your imagination.”
“Just a little pink,” I said, sensing she was going to make a grab for my pillow.
“You saw enough pink yesterday. You even saw my butthole,” Brenda said, standing up.
“Just one nipple?” I said, pleading.
“Maybe some other time,” she said, taking the pillow off of me and flicking at my nearly hard cock with her index finger.
“Ouch!” I said, liking it.
“Stay hard,” Brenda said, walking out of my room and quickly lifting the bottom of her robe, flashing me her bare butt.
I jerked off, thinking of my jealous sister with her hot body competing against Jessica and her statuesque body. I let fly another load in honor of my sister, with images of Jessica trying to crash the party.
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So, Joe barely recognized me when I walked up to him at his party. I’m not sure if he was drunk or high on something. Most of the people there could have easily exchanged mindsets with him, and I would not have been able to tell the difference. I went up to Randall and asked him where his sister was. I wanted to see her; it had been so long since I saw her last.
“She’s in my apartment, said she had to make a phone call or something. Something about her business. I don’t know,” Randall said, looking at me like he wanted me to go away because he was talking to some light-haired girl with blue eyes and perky tits.
“All right, Randall,” I said, feeling like an outsider.
“Come back later, way later,” he said, turning his back to me.
There were a couple of friendly faces: girls without dates or not talking to guys. I made a mental note of where they were sitting and what they were wearing, in case I decided to stay after talking to Jessica.
I knocked on the back door as I stepped inside the kitchen without waiting for approval. There was Jessica, waving me in. She was sitting on the chair I had sat in the day before, talking on her cell phone. She was wearing a silky, see-through bikini robe that was opened. Underneath the robe, Jessica had on a plumb-colored bikini. I could see the shape of her boobs, and I could see her flat stomach. In spite of her above average height, Jessica had on a pair of strappy heels.
She motioned to me with a finger, telling me to wait just a moment. Standing there, patiently waiting for her to wrap up her call, I started to think of Brenda and the intimate time we had spent in her room and my room. It was a dizzying experience for me, and now I was looking to create something similar with Jessica.
“I covered that deal already!” Jessica said, ending her phone call.
Jessica stood up and walked towards me. With her heels on, she was looking at me face-to-face. I smiled warmly and told her that it had been so long since we had seen each other. She smiled at me and held out both her hands for me to touch. I grabbed her hands, feeling how soft they were.
“I have sunscreen on, so I really don’t think you want to hug me,” she said.
“Of course, I do,” I said, opening my arms for her.
Jessica slipped in for a hug; I embraced her greedily, feeling and sensing her curves. She smelled amazing and felt even more so. Her boobs prominently pushed into my chest. My sister’s rival was not only in my presence, but she was also in my fleeting grip.
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