Megan's Story

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The water felt great onto my soft, tired skin. A day's worth of volleyball practice sure took its toll on me. It wasn't easy; I felt insecure while playing due to my...stature. Men would primarily attend the game and watch me play, making me feel incredibly self-conscious about everything. Still, I tried my damn hardest to not let it get to me. I was in it to be part of something, an aspect in my life that I found invaluable. I was in my college's volleyball team and we would, in short time, participate into competitions against others. Our establishment had quite a few trophies in numerous sports, but none yet in volleyball. I planned to change that.

Aside from that, I attend the school to eventually get myself a degree in architecture. I found that differed from most of my friends, each who shared similar dreams to become a doctor, or a psychologist. I did well in my academics for sure, going well above class average. Still, with all this studying and practicing, I found myself with little to no time to spend with guys my age. My social life was actually getting pretty mundane, now that I think about it.

At the moment, I'm back at home for the weekend. I didn't come by to see my folks very often now (as I've mentioned, I've been incredibly busy) but took it upon myself to come by...and they weren't home. Just my luck. My brother was here, though two minutes after I show up he tells me that he had to go to work. Still, as to not waste a trip, I thought that relaxing was in order.

Leaning my head back, my mind slowly drifted away. That is, until I heard someone call me out; "Hey Megan."

I turn to see my brother's friend, John, standing over by the fence. He didn't even waste time standing behind it - he quickly jumped over and came over near me. "What are you doing over here sexy?"

I nearly cringed. He was always all over me, despite being his best friend's sister. "Just home for the weekend." I reply, noticing how his eyes were practically scanning my chest.
 
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John

I hopped the fence in short order, shoes absorbing the shock from landing on the grass. My white shirt flowing over my blue-jeans does little to hide my body. I'm no God, but I have all the right cuts, and my green eyes also seem to shine over my body. I'm a lady-killer, if you will. But in truth, my best friend's sister, Megan, is the one for me. She's a brain, a volleyball player, and she has killer tits.

I grin, sitting at the edge of her chair, my fingers playing with the soft skin above her feet. "Any plans for the weekend?" I ask. She's never been interested in me, and I doubt things were going to change now. But shit if I wouldn't try. I was a Law Major at the local college, and I had a way to sweet talk with people. Tie that in with my obsession with Mixed Martial Arts, and I wasn't really one to piss of. Luckily for her, I have a sweet disposition, and a soft spot for her.

My eyes trail up her long legs to her flat stomach, up to her huge breasts. My eyes ache with longing, and I know that I need to have her. Soon.
 
I couldn't believe the sheer audacity of John. Here he was, with his best friend's sister and he couldn't keep his hands to himself. I did little however, to move my foot away as his finger gently caressed the soft skin. After all, I didn't like him all that much but I didn't want to appear rude. Granted, he was a rather handsome fellow but like I mentioned it's his attitude that got to me. "No, no plans." I said honestly, trying to see where his gaze was to now. I cursed myself within my mind for being out in a bikini like I was, the great amount of cleavage it gave out wasn't exactly helping my cause. "I mean, I was here to see my family but out of the blue, they're just not home. Took a trip, at least that's what my brother told me before he left for work."

"Why?" I then asked.
 
I smiled at her, fingers slowly moving up her leg to the bend of her knee. She was gorgeous, and I always wondered where her self-consciousness issue came from. She shared almost no resemblance with her brother, which I considered a good thing. Her bikini hid nothing from my eyes, and I knew that all I had ever wanted was to remove the last shards of clothing from her body.

"Well, I was thinking, you could make plans with me." I winked at her, fingers now moving to the inside of her knee, trailing down her thigh. I was taking a huge gamble, I had known that much, but life was all about gambles I had decided. And besides, her parents were home, her brother was at work... what could possibly go wrong?
 
His boldness was certainly the strongest attribute he had. His fingers wasted no time to move to my knee, caressing it as his eyes went all over my body; mentally, he was undressing me and I knew it. His intentions were clear as he spoke; "Well, I was thinking, you could make plans with me." and added a wink of emphasis.

I chuckled a bit over how forward he was. "John, you do realize that I'm your best friend's sister right?" I asked, though his hand didn't seem to budge.
 
I looked up in faux surprise. "What? No way!" I chuckled, my fingers now beginning the descent towards their ultimate goal. The sunlight was beautiful, and the air was really beginning to heat up. A bead of sweat rolled down my back, and I wasn't quite sure if it was from the sun, or from anticipation. Either way, I would not be stopped.

"You are aware that you've been the target of all of my fantasies for years now, right?" The words seemed to have slipped from my lips before I had time to stop them. Well, too late to call them back now, I realized.

My erection grew uncomfortable inside of my jeans, and I knew that pretty soon the tenting would be obvious. What was I doing? This was my best friends' sister! Stop! My brain screamed at me. But I refused to listen. Hell, she hadn't stopped me yet.
 
There was something that I already knew. As his hand became ever so more bold, I listened to his slip and could see in his eyes the lust, practically illuminating. He was certainly getting excited judging by the bulge in his pants and I looked around. While my parents were definitely not home, I couldn't risk someone seeing John as he was. I looked around and said; "Okay, let's just um...go inside. I don't want anyone seeing you like this..."

I got up and walked towards the house, leading the way. I yelped however, when I felt a playful swat hit my behind. That John; I was just bringing him inside, I wasn't going to do anything with him.

I wasn't going to have sex with him. There was no way.
 
As she got up, I wound back and gave her ass a good smack. It felt good, beneath my hand, and had just enough jiggle to show that she wasn't card-board flat. The surge of excitement within me threatened to explode. She was inviting me inside, what more could I have wanted. She was so with it, I decided.

I followed her closely, playfully attempting to untie the string that held her bikini top up, walking close enough to her that my tenting bulge almost rubbed against her ass. As we approached the house, I muttered under my breath "finally.." knowing that my dream was about to come true. Morgan, my best friend's sister, was finally down to fuck.
 
I walked to the door, feeling John rub himself on my ass. I had to admit; he felt huge. Still, I wasn't going to do anything with him. He had to know that, right? At least, that's what I thought until I felt his fingers play with the string behind my back.

"finally.." I heard him say out softly.

Once I opened the door, and we were in, to my surprise my bikini top fell and my heavy breasts spilled out.
 
My smile grew wider than my erection, and I stepped up behind her, my erection pulsing into the small of her back. My hands reached around to cup her breasts, admiring their size and smoothness. My lips buried into her neck, gently suckling the sweet skin, as I let out a slight chuckle.

I murmured into her skin "just go with it." as I kissed up her neck to her cheek, waiting to see if she would turn her head to kiss me. Or, if she kicks me out and calls the police. Both options seemed equally as likely.
 
I gasped as his hands reached out and grabbed both of my breasts, marveling on their size and how they were each much more than a simple handful. "just go with it." he practically whispered as he kissed my neck and cheek, lustful as always. I turned to see him; what was I going to say? I had no idea because his mouth quickly took hold of mine.

"Mmph!" I protested at first as he kissed me straight on the lips and brought his tongue inside. And to his own satisfaction, I easily melted into it.
 
"Success!" My mind screamed. As my fingers started to slowly manipulate her hardening nipples, her tongue and lips melted into mine. Her ass pushed slowly up against my crotch, and the pressure only served to heighten my pleasure, and need. The kiss grew more hurried, more lustful, as our tongues played together in the small space between our mouths. I turned you around so that you would be facing me now, and pushed us up against the wall.

My hands reached down your back, to the string holding up your bikini-bottom. I chuckle at the sponge-bob reference, but your hands pulling me back towards you quickly subdued such thoughts. With a flick of my wrist, your bottoms came down as well.
 
We continued to kiss as my hands went to your arms, a muffled moan escaping my lips as your fingers began to tweak my nipples. Perhaps out of instinct, I pushed my backside against your crotch, practically rubbing against the bulge now growing inside of your pants. Before I knew it, I was turned around, pushed up against the wall.

My eyes watched as your hands quickly got rid of my bottom garment, showing my trimmed region and I realized that here I was, completely naked in front of you. This was happening all so fast...Still, I tilt my head and moan as you seem to devour my neck with your lips and tongue.
 
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