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"It was Saturday evening and I was home alone completing an assignment. I had chosen to do that instead of going out on the town with the guys because I also had to start work in the hotel at 6 in the morning. Mum and Dad had gone away for the weekend and wouldn’t be back until tomorrow night. Sally, my elder sister by two years was going out to party with her friends and left a half an hour ago to pick them up. Anyway, Sally had only just moved back in home after almost a year away with her then boyfriend, but after a mutual breakup, came back home. Of course Mum welcomed her back with open arms as most parents would, even though they constantly said that they had ‘got rid’ of one, only one more to go, meaning me.
Our home is one of those large two storey ones, really too big for our family, with four bedrooms upstairs, two of them each sharing a bathroom in between, and a large suite style bedroom downstairs for Mum and Dad, quite separate from the rest of the house. Although I loved the house, I always wondered why we had one so big because Mum always complained about the cleaning. We did have uncles, aunts and associated cousins stay occasionally, usually at Christmas, but it was too big most of the time. Years ago, Mum gave Sally and me a bedroom that shared a bathroom, with a sliding lockable door in between so that the other two bedrooms and bathroom were largely left untouched. When Sally moved back in a month ago, she just moved into her regular bedroom and never thought to change, not that Mum would have it anyway.
This Saturday, I had played football in the afternoon, my first start in the run-on the senior side, a feat that I was feeling really good about and at 20 years old, was pretty comfortable with my progress. The game went well, but it didn’t look like we would have too many more games this season as we were unlikely to make the finals in two weeks time. Sitting in front of my computer, I had just finished having a quick look at my favourite fantasy site, but decided to keep going with the assignment when I heard Sally shout out from the top of the stairs, “Paul, are you there, we’ve brought some pizza home, do you want to come down and get some.” I was surprised as I didn’t think she was coming back, but with the thought of pizza and not having to get my own dinner, I got out of my chair, pulled some shorts over my jocks I had been sitting in, shouted out and went downstairs.
The stairs come out onto a foyer near the entrance and the dining room was off the side, back around underneath the top of the stairs. I went through the door expecting to see Sally and her friends there, but no go, so I looked in the kitchen, again to no avail. I was about to shout out Sally’s name when I caught some laughing from the lounge (Mum would not be pleased) on the other side of the kitchen. I went through and came into this very large room that normally did not get a lot of use and it had a polished timber floor and a huge woolly rug in the middle. Sitting on the rug, was a solid timber coffee table upon which sat two large pizzas, open in the box with four pieces missing, two from each one. There were four girls, all standing around with mixer drinks in their hands, you know, the screw top bottle type, sweet and high in alcohol that you just tip to your lips and swig. There was Sally, Sandy, her ‘best’ friend from school days, and two girls I had not met before.

The top was drawn over her breasts, so that the nipples were only just covered, the deep green material keeping them balanced and somehow in place but the flattened shape of the nipples quite evident through the material. She was also wearing a pair of the hottest black shorts I had ever seen. They shaped completely to her backside pulling in towards her anus, but then flared so that there was quite a comfortable gap around her thighs, about at crotch level. The general shape of her pussy was quite discernable, without being too realistic so that a little was left to the imagination. Her beautifully taught and tanned legs just shot out the bottom of those shorts and seemed to go on forever. She was hot.




They looked around and Sally introduced me, first to Cassie, a tall thick set blonde with generous tits, seemingly pushing out her stretch top so that they bulged over the top and pushed out of her bra on the sides. She had a very short skirt on and it seemed, quite similar to the top, was a little too small, not that I minded. Then she introduced me to Dena, a slim redhead, conservatively dressed, but with a full head of flaming red hair, soft and shiny but flowing outwards so that her cute face seemed small in comparison. She had pale skin, but there was not a hint of a freckle, as far as I could see, just smooth white skin. I don’t believe she had a bra on however, and maybe she didn’t need one, as her small pert tips were just pushing out the front of her quite loose white top so that the was no shape to them, just the points on her blouse. I turned to pick up a slice of pizza, Italian style, my favourite, when Sally said cheekily, “You know Sandy, Paul, don’t you?” I grabbed the pizza to then look at Sandy, who, of course, I had known as my sister’s friend for most of my life, and nearly gagged. I hadn’t seen her for a couple of years, but this was not the Sandy I knew. I glanced around again and then back to Sandy, these girls, including my big sister, were “dressed to kill”. Some guys were going to get laid tonight!
Sandy has a good body, she looks after herself, but tonight, she had on a brief halter top made from a silken material that came over her beautifully shaped tits, so nice I would call them ‘breasts’ instead. They were not the largest ever, were probably a good C cup, but sat high, perfectly balanced and firm and her skin was silky smooth. 


I wasn’t concentrating or listening closely. “How about it?, Sally said in an enquiring and mischievous tone. It didn’t register with me, so she said again, louder and more insistent, “Paul, how about it?
“What?”, I said, “How about what?”
“Show us the size of your ‘schlong’”, she said, “the other girls want to see if it’s true.”
“S..ssee if what’s true,” I stammered, now knowing that my prowess had gotten well outside the footy club and into the general neighbourhood, although I should have expected it as Sally had dated a couple of the footballers.
“I”, she stressed and went on slowly, “Sandy, Cass and Dena all want to see the size of the legendry ‘schlong’.”
I looked at them all, now eagerly waiting to see what I would do. I had to think quickly and not let my guard down. Of course I would like pull my dick out in front of lovely sexy ladies, but in front of my sister? She must have then sensed that little hesitation or maybe she could read my thoughts for Sally said ”Don’t worry about me Paul, I have seen it before; in fact I’ve watched you jerk off in front of your computer getting spunk all over the screen but the other girls really want to see your huge prick.” “Fuck again!” I thought, now she’s been spying on me through the conjoining door; is there no privacy anymore? But, the thought of Sally watching me turned me on so I said “OK” and stood up in front of them.


I chewed on the pizza and I looked again at my sister. I have seen her dressed up many times, but tonight she was dressed up more cheaply than I had known her to dress, but that was probably only an apparition as I am her brother and, although I have thought about her sexually in the past, never actually thought about her going out for a fuck. Sally was as suitably endowed in the ‘tit’ department as me, “the Schlong” was in the ‘dick’ department. I knew that she wore a ‘EE’ bra because I had looked in the washing basket before and draped one of her used bras over my head, smelling the woman essence. That was a few years back and hadn’t done it for a while. Tonight she wore such a bra that pushed her tits right up and gave them enormous lift and support that they just bobbled on the top like jelly when she moved. Her ‘U’ shaped top came around across her tits so the top of the bra just showed over the edge of the top. She also had on one of those bead type necklaces, sitting quite high on her neck and a very short skirt, not as short as Cassie’s, but short enough.
I squatted on the mat right alongside the table with the pizza and opposite to where the visiting girls now sat, three on the red leather sofa and Sally slightly off to the side on a single seater. I was on my second piece, this time a seafood pizza, when I asked the girls why they bought so much pizza because they usually only have one slice each anyway. There were all sorts of stupid reasons, but really they said that they knew I was home alone and they needed to feed me. Most of their talk did not involve me at all and was just small talk for girls. They almost seemed to even forget I was there at times and I was surprised how much they talked about guys and sex and even the size of their members. Dena did not say a lot, but sat there taking it all in, almost embarrassed at times by the free and open talk of sex by the other girls. I had just finished my fourth slice of pizza, the girls had not gone past one, but had opened at least their third drink each, I think Cassie was on her fourth. They offered me one but I declined as I had work to do and didn’t want to fall asleep too early.
The sexual conversation kept on a for a few more minutes and I was pretending to not take notice when I glanced at Cassie to see her legs slightly apart and a fair bushy region was visible at the top of her legs. She was not wearing knickers either! “Fuck”, I thought to myself, not listening to anything now, these girls are really out to play.