Game of Stamina - Sex Stories

Game of Stamina

... was 20-year-old but she was more voluptuous and full-breasted than her little s****r. She had high Nordic cheekbones and an exquisite, cock-teasing smile. Unlike Priscilla and our father, she was a natural Swedish blonde like her mother. Her eyes were sensuous, exotic with a touch of azure and unfathomable depths of passion. She was a tall girl (she's five-eleven) with breasts that were the size of cantaloupes and a slim waist that made her even hotter. Good genes ran in this f****y. All the hours of weightlifting and swimming paid off for me. Back in high school, I hadn't been as well-defined or confident as I am now. I'm six feet tall with a smile that was boyish, charming, and I weighed a solid 180 pounds. Since then, my s****rs had been complimentary and affectionate with me from time to time. "You're a hottie," Veronica would say as she caught me coming home from the gym. She even gave me a kiss on the lips, lingering for just a long second, and whispered, "I'm glad I've got a big handsome b*****r like you." Priscilla wasn't as obvious but she had been checking me out. Whenever she saw me sunbathing by the pool, she would bring me a glass of lemonade and try to strike up a conversation so she could occasionally touch my biceps. "Mm, not bad," Priscilla cooed, rubbing my arm with a cute smile. "I just love men with big arms." With Mom and Dad out for the night, I kept wondering if their blatant affection was intentional or a just harmless tease. My hormones was so ...

... off-the-chart tonight that I was surprised I was this horny. I haven't had sex in a week and I even managed to avoid masturbation so that would explain my abnormal longing. In a way, I had been saving myself for that stupid date. I heard some more laughter and some excited talking. I leaned against the door of Priscilla's bedroom and listened. Before I even heard a word they said, I had an immediate impression they were talking about boys and sex. It definitely wasn't fast cars and sport. "I swear, he was so small," Veronica's voice said, " it wasn't even funny. It was actually pretty sad." Priscilla giggled. "Oh, my God, are you serious?" "I'm dead serious. A big hunk with a small cock, and he's a point guard for the college basketball team!" "Did you tell him anything?" "No way! You never tell boys that they have a small cock. It can scar them for life. But I had the courtesy to at least give him a pity fuck. The little prick came before I could take off my bra!" Another giggle from Priscilla. "Well, you do have nice tits." "Aw, thank you, sweetie." Just the idea of seeing Veronica taking off her bra gave me a semi and I realized my way of thinking about my own s****rs was changing tonight. Maybe it was the full moon or the fact that I haven't had a release in quite a while. The way she was talking in her hushed tone turned me on and I suddenly had a pornographic image of fucking her senseless. My semi was slowly turning into a full-fledged erection. I tried not to lose control of ...