Stacy 1 - Sex Stories

Stacy 1

Perhaps if I hadn't been still feeling the effects of a long afternoon's drinking, I would have had more sense. I am certain that it was my d***kenness that caused me to make a mistake that no-one would have made sober, and which changed my relationship with my little s****r forever. Then again, that could just be an excuse for me acting on a subconscious desire I had hidden for years. ++++++++++ Mitch, tank-boy, Cooper and I had been out of the army for a week when we all met up for a drinking session at Coop's house. As usual, we went too far and I ended up staggering home far the worse for wear. And it was only early evening. When I closed the front door and fell up the stairs, I could hear giggles coming from the brat's bedroom. Oh, no. The little cow had another of her soppy team-mates round. Stacy was nearly ten years younger than I. In fact, she had only had her eighteenth birthday last month. As usual, Dad and Mum spoiled her rotten with a huge party and lavish gifts. She may be my little s****r, but to me she was always "the brat." No matter how nice I was to her, she would always make some snotty comment and show me up. We just did not get along at all. I swayed as the stairs spun about me and I had to steady myself with the banister. Taking a deep breath, I carefully placed one foot in front of the other and made my way up to my bedroom to lie down and take a nap. As I passed the brat's bedroom door, I noticed it was slightly open and I could see Stacy and her ...

... friend limbering up. The brat was an immensely talented gymnast and was on the regional team, often bringing one of her team-mates home to have a sl**p over. I usually hated the little airheads as much as I hated her; they were all self-centred little ego maniacs that believed all the bull she told them about me. But the girl that was in there with Stacy tonight was stunning! She was a slim brunette with hair almost as long as the brat's. They were stretching and seemed to be practicing some of the positions that they would use in the contests. This vision was dressed, like my little s****r, in a tiny pair of panties and a cut-off T-shirt that barely reached the bottom of her small breasts. I could not help but stare as she flexed and stretched her lithe body into graceful arcs that most girls would find impossible. Then, she noticed me watching. Her beautiful face melted into the most wonderful smile and she winked at me. With a smooth, elegant swing, she lifted one foot behind her body and curled it around, bending backward until the flat of her sole touched the top of her head. She never wobbled in the least as she balanced perfectly on one leg and displayed her athletic ability to me. My throat wasn't the only place to get a lump. Dropping her long leg back to the floor, she moved forward and stepped out into the hallway. Behind her, I could see my little s****r sat on the floor in the splits. Her legs were at one hundred and eighty degrees to each other and her forehead was ...