A few years later, I was almost 21, and a couple of friends and I were going to go tubing down the river a few hours away. Somehow, Heather had gotten wind of my plans and thought it sounded like fun. I remember dad convincing me to let them follow us out and tag along. And by convinced, I mean he gave me a couple hundred bucks for gas and ‘whatnot’ for the trip. I managed to procure a couple cases of ‘whatnot’ and gave the three of them a six-pack to share. I figured, what the hell, we would be on the river for some four to six hours, a couple of beers each wasn’t going to do them any harm, and it would keep them occupied and out of my hair.
I had just started dating a girl named Robin, a sultry red-head, and hadn’t yet ‘sealed the deal’ so to speak. I recalled spending the entire trip trying to get in her pants. When we hit the bottom of the bend, I did carry the girls’ tubes up the hill for them, and the girls all recalled how the wet swim shorts I wore clung tight to my torso as we made our way out of the water. “It looked huge!” Heather whispered in my ear. I don’t remember having an erection, but, having spent most of the trip kissing, making out with & feeling up Robin, I can’t deny having one either. (If I remember right, I finally sealed the deal with Robin a few weeks later. However, just after I turned 21, we broke up.)
So now, by this time, they all thought I was cute, strong, and had some sex appeal. And I had no clue to any of it. I may not have paid attention. I may not have noticed, but apparently, they had. All three admitted to fantasizing about me on more than one occasion. They recounted watching me from Heather’s bedroom window as I mowed the yard in the summers, shirtless and sweating. And then, after my prom night, Heather kept a picture of me in my tuxedo stowed away in her dresser. She cut off my date for the night, Victoria, the snobby-but-hot cheerleader.
I remember coming home so disappointed that night. I had asked her to prom on a dare and was shocked when she said yes. All dolled up, she was gorgeous, but I got nary a kiss from her that night. I came home from my prom just after 12:30 am, having dropped her off at her house at midnight. While the rest of my friends were out drinking and partying in hotel rooms, I was beating off to computer porn. Down the hall, Heather was masturbating too. I never knew.
As they recounted their memories, speaking slowly, and in low, sensuous tones, the girls exchanged knowing glances between one another. I started to relax. They had been noticing me for years just as I had been noticing them these past months. But I was the one who acted on those thoughts. I still blamed myself. Well, it turns out the three of them had tried to act on those feelings back then, but dopey me never ever got the hint. I couldn’t see the forest for the trees, so to speak.
They tried small, subtle things, they said. Rolling the waistbands of their skirts up to make them shorter and show off more leg when they were hanging around in the living room watching TV with our family, all the while hoping I’d notice. Then, they would be leaning down to point something out to me, hoping I would glance down their shirts. Heather said she would leave her bedroom and bathroom doors open slightly and always made it a point to announce to me when she was getting a shower at night. Stupid me took those announcements as a warning that our shared bathroom would be occupied and to steer clear. I never dreamt she was hoping I would peek in at her young, nubile body.
I heard tales of them trying to get glances at me naked when they could, even scheming a crazy plan to put a camera on a pole and go outside, lift the pole to the bathroom window, hoping to get a picture of my naked dick coming out of the shower. I learned that when they would lay out in our backyard during summers, they made sure to always have their bikini tops untied, theoretically to tan their entire backs, but encouraging me to see some side boob if I would just look. Blind me never even looked down once. They went as far as to stage a play-fight in the pool at Lisa’s house where our families held a joint cookout every spring. They arranged to ‘accidentally’ pull Mandy’s top down when they thought I would be looking. No one saw but Lisa’s elderly Aunt Martha, who motioned to Mandy to cover herself up right away.
Throughout all of this they would each have boyfriends from time to time, some serious, some not so much. There were times where there would be nothing for me to have paid attention to. They all had first kisses and sexual encounters without me. They talked to each other extensively about things their boyfriends liked and didn’t like. They practiced hand jobs and sucking dick with cucumbers and to my utter surprise, had all kissed and caressed each other’s bodies numerous times over the years. I heard tales of group masturbation sessions where my name was prominently featured. They had helped Lisa have her first orgasm together while whispering my name. If one girl was dating, the other two used me in their sexual fantasies. As they got older, the sexual explorations got bolder. Touching became kissing. Rubbing became fingering. Kissing became licking. They taught each other how to lick pussy and shaved down there for the first time, together.
I felt myself start to blush. Their voices were speaking soft and breathy after a while. The girls all had a bit of color in their cheeks also. Heather was nuzzling my neck off and on when Lisa and Mandy spoke. Her taut little ass squirming in my lap was having a pronounced effect on my cock. He was pulsing and expanding rapidly. Eventually I found my voice. “Wow. Just… wow. You three are just… Wow.”
Everyone laughed and the tension in the room relaxed. Things were going to be ok it seemed. I turned to Heather. “So, the fact I was your brother, did that ever bother you at all?” I was genuinely curious. Because it was still bothering me some. I needed to know If I was the only one with that hang-up.
She took a deep breath, “well, kind of. At first anyway. I mean you weren’t a guy, you were my brother. But the more Mandy and Lisa started to point things out about you, the less and less it bothered me. If I commented on some guy on TV or something, they’d remark how his eyes reminded them of yours, or maybe it was a voice or a laugh or a smile, and it seemed, well, harmless enough to have a little crush on you. Then we’d see you playing ball in those tight pants, or in the pool shirtless, or whatever. And you being my brother just made these feelings I had just a little naughtier, which in turn made the pleasure I gave myself fantasizing about you just a little more intense. It was a little kinky, a little dirty, and… I liked it a lot.” Heather’s voice trailed off at the end, saying the last phrase in a whisper.
“And hearing her get turned on by the thought of you was a turn on for us too. We had out own little crushes, but we have always thought of each other as sisters, and by proxy, you were our brother too. Her dirty little secret became ours. And that made the thought of it all that much sexier.” Lisa said in her alluring voice. Heather put her hand on my chest.
Mandy winked at me and spoke next. “The funny thing is, we really didn’t plan on anything happening. The first time we came here before we went out dancing, we were honestly not planning on messing with you yet. Lisa was in the shower and your sister noticed one of you dress shirts in the clothes hamper. She stripped down to nothing and put it on. You should have seen her Chase, she looked so hot and sexy in it.” Mandy winked at me. “We took some pictures of each other doing sexy poses while wearing just that shirt. Then you knocked on the door. Heather poked her head out, and Lisa came out of the bathroom at just the right time. Heather guessed you saw her streak by and somehow, we started brainstorming. We were at your place. In your bedroom. And we could be as naked as we wanted to be. Should we do anything? Leave the door open? Would you look? Could we walk out to the kitchen topless? Try and tease you a little? Just talking about it got me so turned on I couldn’t stand it. I laid down on your bed and rubbed my clit until I came, all the while wearing nothing but your dress shirt. It felt so sexy, so good, and so naughty.” Lisa rubbed up her friend’s thigh as Mandy finished talking.
“You have no idea how hard it was to keep her quiet either.” Lisa piped up next. Mandy blushed at my gaze. “Though, it was kind of cool to be the first one of us you saw naked, even if it was just a little bit and by accident.”
“After I was done,” Mandy continued, pointing at Lisa, “big mouth over here dared Heather to stand there in her thong and let you see her getting dressed, just to see if we could get a reaction from you. When I opened the door, I could tell by your eyes you noticed. But you played it cool, mister. You never said a word or flinched at all.” Mandy continued, touching her nipple absent-mindedly now.
I thought back about that evening, remembering every detail. Lisa’s naked butt flashing by the doorway. Then Heather’s ass in that black thong. I had no idea they were wearing my shirt but, how could I? I looked around the room again. Lisa was openly rubbing herself over her shorts. Mandy was sitting with her legs spread a lot more than they had been earlier, touching her tits. And Heather was still snuggled to my chest, wiggling her naked ass on my hard cock every so often. You could sense the sex in the air. I wanted them to keep talking. Heather did next.