The Second Place Sister: Ch. 4 - Sex Stories

The Second Place Sister: Ch. 4

... were giving him the worst case of blue balls in human history. Tori was a good girl. He didn't want to call her prudish, but she was very reserved, sexually. They made out, and he'd felt up her hot body a few times, but the most play she'd ever given him was a handjob a couple of times. To say he wanted more would be an understatement. He wanted to go all the way with his hot girlfriend. Now, with Tori in some kind of drug rehab clinic, he wasn't sure he could wait. This summer was going to be full of parties, and hot chicks, and his aching balls were about at their limit. He'd been faithful, and he'd held out hope, but a growing young man has needs. Still, he really missed his girlfriend. She was such a great person to be around, and the thought of her locked up for drugs was inconceivable. He couldn't believe she'd been involved with something like that. It wasn't like the Tori he knew. Tim's big muscle car roared into the Hamlin's drive, and the handsome young man stepped out, making his way up to the door. Of course, he'd had plenty of interaction with Stephanie, and she'd always been very friendly. Maybe a little flirtatious, but that was just her personality. Over the last year he'd come to consider her a friend, and it wasn't unusual for them to chat from time to time. He knew that she was close with her twin sister, though, and they both missed Tori terribly. It would be good to have someone to talk to, and the fact that the two girls looked identical would help. ...

... It would almost be like it was Tori, anyway! He knocked on the door and a moment later Stephanie pulled it open. Tim's eyes about fell out of his head as he took in the sight of Tori's smoking hot twin. She certainly didn't dress like Tori! Stephanie's lips glistened with a fresh coat of gloss. Her blonde hair hung loosely about her shoulders. A tight half top struggled to contain her bulging tits, while her legs were practically bare in a tiny little skirt that hardly fit the definition of 'skirt'. She threw her arms around him in a tight hug, smashing her big boobs against his chest. Despite himself, Tim felt his aching cock coming to life. “Hey, Tim,” She squealed, “It's so good to see you! Come in,” She led him into the living room and sat him down on the couch. “Can I get you anything?” she asked. “Uh, maybe a soda?” “Be right back,” she said, and went into the kitchen. Tim adjusted his boner and tried to act natural. The Hamlin's house was very quiet, most of the lights out. It was strange. The place was usually so active and warm. Mr. Hamlin would be watching some kind of financial news, while his wife busied herself in the kitchen or around the house. There was always something going on. To see it like this made him feel a little sad. It was like the whole place was holding its breath, just waiting for something to happen. Stephanie returned with a can of soda and handed it to him, then took a seat right beside him. “I'll bet you can't believe it, can you?” Stephanie ...