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One evening, I had a late baseball game, followed by a meal
with the team at a pizza place. It was dark when I cut
through the vacant lot beside the house.

My sister Susan and her friend Nancy were sitting in the
porch swing, talking about boys and giggling a lot. I
silently slipped into the bushes beside the porch. I was
originally planning to jump out and scare them, but then I
decided I wanted to hear what they were saying.

After listening for a couple of minutes, I realized they
were smoking a joint. I was already aware that Susan
smoked pot, and even knew where she hid her stash, but
smoking on the front porch seemed fairly bold. I guess
they felt safe since Mom and Dad were out of town.

“I’d love to the my hands on Jack,” Nancy was saying. “He
has the cutest ass I’ve ever seen.”

“Jack is nice,” Susan agreed. “But I saw Ed Harris during
wrestling practice last Thursday. Phil almost had him
pinned. Ed squirmed away, but his shorts came off in the
process. He has a totally gorgeous ass, but what really
got me wet was his jock strap. He was really bulging and
he’d gotten a hard-on from rubbing against Phil. I just
wanted to flop down on the mat and drag him into me.”

“Yeah, Ed is hot,” Nancy said, “but he has a thing going
with Phil.”

“Ed certainly doesn’t seem gay the way he looks at me,”
Susan replied. “Maybe I can get him to change teams.”

“Dream on,” Nancy replied. “You know Betty on the
gymnastics team? She was working out late. She heard the
shower in the boys locker room. There was nobody else
around, so she decided she’d check it out.”

“Betty saw a lot more than the naked boys she was
expecting,” Nancy continued. “Phil was standing in the
shower with a big hard on. Ed was on his knees in front of
Phil, giving him head. Most of the lights in the locker
room were off and the boys were totally focused on each
other, so Betty got really close.”

“Phil suddenly pulled away. He gasped, “I’m not going to
come in your mouth.” Ed stood up, turned around and bent
over, bracing himself against the shower wall. Phil moved
behind him and stuck his cock up Ed’s asshole. Betty was
fingering herself, and she came over and over as she
watched the boys fucking. Ed finally splashed cum onto the
shower wall. A moment later, Phil pulled out and sprayed
Ed’s back. Betty slipped off and spent the next hour in
the girls locker room, playing with the vibrator Mrs.
Benchley keeps in her desk.”

“Nothing like that ever happens to me,” Nancy concluded
wistfully.

“That’s quite a story,” Susan said. She took a long drag
on the joint and slowly let it out. “It’s interesting that
Betty told you about it. I wonder if she’s making a play
for you.”

“Of course not!” Nancy sighed and changed the subject.
“Dave really isn’t working out. He’s getting so insistent
on me giving him a blow job and it just seems so gross to
me. I don’t know why girls like it.”

“He’s going down on you, isn’t he?” Susan asked.

“Yeah. A lot,” Nancy answered. “Boys always say they like
it, but I don’t see how they could . . .”

“They’re just so eager to please,” Susan interrupted.

“I think guys know that if they go down on a girl and make
them come, it hooks them. And it’ll come back to them.
Some of them just do it for themselves.” Nancy shrugged.
“Guys are so easy.”

“Maybe so,” Susan said. “Chris really likes it when I suck
him. He went down on me way before I went down on him. He
came in his shorts a couple of times while he was doing it.
And it’s really exciting to feel him throbbing right before
he squirts his stuff into my mouth.”

“Chris is a lot better than Jeff was,” Susan continued.
“Jeff wanted me to suck him, but he wouldn’t give me head
at all. And he wasn’t into foreplay, he just wanted to
stick it in and shoot as quickly as possible. That’s why I
dumped him so fast. I refuse to just be another notch on a
guy’s bedpost.”

“Jeff thinks that being the big football star is enough,”
Nancy agreed.

“I wonder if Ed and Phil are sucking each other,” Susan
wondered. “If I can’t have Ed, I’d at least like to see
what they do together.”

“Shit!” Nancy exclaimed. “I’m so horny I can’t stand it.
Let’s put on our slut clothes and go hang out at the truck
stop.”

“There are so many losers at the truck stop,” Susan
answered. “I have a better idea.” She bent over and
whispered into Nancy’s ear.

Nancy giggled. “That’s great! Let’s go!”

They went inside holding hands. A minute later, I heard
the sound of Susan’s bedroom door being closed and locked.

Susan’s bedroom was on the second floor. It was impossible
to see into the room from the ground and there was a
single-story house next door, so she rarely bothered
closing her curtains. I climbed the tree beside the house
and looked inside.

The overhead light was off, but the lamp on the nightstand
provided adequate illumination. Susan and Nancy were
standing in the middle of the room, tongue kissing like the
girls in a porn magazine.

I moved closer to the window. It was as if the tree had
been designed for spying on Susan. A thick branch
stretched horizontally toward the house, stopping a few
feet from her window. I moved until I was crouching near
the end of the branch. I was able to see everything in the
room while heavy leaves and darkness shielded me from view.

Nancy broke away from Susan, removed her tee-shirt and
dropped it on the dresser. She wasn’t wearing a bra. Her
breasts were small, but beautiful. I already had a
hard-on, and I almost creamed my pants when Susan bent over
and started sucking Nancy’s nipples.

After several minutes, Nancy gently pushed Susan away. Her
nipples were spectacularly swollen. The window was open
and I heard her whisper, “Let’s finish undressing.” In a
few moments, the girls were standing naked in front of the
window. Susan’s breasts were much bigger and heavier than
Nancy’s. They sagged slightly when released from the
confines of her bra. Susan’s thick black hair was matched
by the luxuriant bush covering her crotch. Nancy had
blonde hair, but her sparse pubic hair was black.

Nancy started stroking Susan’s breasts and gently pinching
her nipples, which instantly began swelling. I unzipped my
fly and fumbled with my cock. It took several seconds to
untangle it from my underwear and pull it out of my pants.

Nancy dropped to her knees, pressing her face against
Susan’s crotch. Susan spread her legs wider and leaned
forward, placing her hands on the window sill for support.
“Oh, that’s so good,” she gasped. “You eat me out better
than any boy.” Susan began gasping rhythmically. As I
watched her breasts bounce, I realized that Nancy already
had her on the brink of orgasm. I gripped my cock and
began stroking it rapidly. “I’m coming,” Susan cried. My
cock spurted as she screamed and thrashed in front of me.

Susan sank to her knees, so only her head and shoulders
were visible above the windowsill. She and Nancy kissed
tenderly for a long time. Then Nancy sat on the windowsill
and opened her legs. With her back to me, I couldn’t see
much, but it was obvious that Susan was now going down on
her. When she screamed and came, I came with her.

After that, the girls moved to the bed and made out for
another half hour. They were further away and I wasn’t
able to hear or see them as clearly as when they were at
the open window. Still, I could tell they kissed a lot, on
their mouths and up and down each others’ bodies.

Susan got out of bed and went to her dresser. She took out
a dildo and slid it into Nancy’s pussy. I almost fell out
of the tree trying to see better.

I stayed in the tree, watching, listening and masturbating.
First, Susan fucked Nancy. Then they traded places. They
both came several times. So did I. Finally, they stood
naked in front of the window, with arms around each other’s
waists, gazing out into the darkness.

“That was so good,” Nancy said, hugging Susan. “Sometimes
I wonder why we bother with boys.”

Susan kissed Nancy. “I’m not sure,” she answered. “Sex
with you is so great. But there’s just something a boy has
.. . . I think it’s a penis.”

They both giggled.

“You’re right,” Nancy sighed. “That dildo’s fun, but it’s
just not the same.”

Nancy and Susan got dressed and went downstairs. I decided
it was time for me to “officially” come home, so I stuffed
my pecker back into my pants and climbed down from the
tree. I stopped with my hand on the back door knob, amazed
that I was still horny. I moved into the deep shadows of
the back yard and jacked off again before going inside.

I remembered that Susan and Nancy had slept over with each
other every week since they were nine. Even when they had
boyfriends, they still spent frequent nights together. Now
I understood why.