Chapter 1
MacIntyre Symms would always remember the wonderful things that happened to him during the summer he turned sixteen.
For the rest of his life he would get a little tingle up and down his spine when he thought of that summer, his sister, and her friends.
It was a magic summer for MacIntyre. It was the summer when he changed from being a boy into being a man.
MacIntyre lived in a big white house on Maple Street in the sleepy little village of East Rushdale.
It was a community that had changed little with time, built at the beautiful junction between the Kawanis River and Owego Creek.
The land was hilly but there were enough plains to keep the area rich with farmers.
The people that lived in East Rushdale were simple folks, who believed that more often than not, God was directly responsible for the things that happened to them.
The people were church-goers, Republicans, and believed that any deviation from the norm was a perversion to be discouraged.
One was not supposed to have sex until the wedding night, and then it was considered proper that only the missionary position be used.
The rules of society indicated that oral sex was taboo, and many of the men in town would not have been caught dead going down on their wives no matter how hard those women pleaded for that special erotic attention.
It was a hard place for a boy to be sixteen years old.
MacIntyre Symms was a very horny teenager, and he was very much a virgin.
He was only one year from his sexual peak and he hadn't so much as touched a breast.
He had only tongue kissed once, and he had been so drunk on beer at the time, that he barely remembered it.
MacIntyre Symms spent a lot of time in the bathroom looking at dirty pictures with his erection firmly clasped in his right hand.
It wasn't that MacIntyre was not attractive to women.
On the contrary, there were many girls who thought he was very handsome.
It was just that MacIntyre was incredibly shy around girls.
Whenever he felt sexual urges, he would become so embarrassed that he was unable to speak.
At least a hundred times he had planned to ask girls from his high school out.
But every single time the boy had chickened out at the last second.
He wished that he could be cool and suave like some of the other guys in town.
He wished that there were girls in town who were very aggressive.
If a girl propositioned him he was sure that he would have the courage to say yes.
But there was no way he could build up the guts to make the first move.
It was a small town and there weren't many girls MacIntyre's age who made their pussies available to boys.
But MacIntyre knew which girls "put out" and which ones didn't.
The naughty girls were the ones MacIntyre had the most trouble talking to.
MacIntyre's shyness had nothing to do with his looks.
He was tall, thin, and he had a handsome face that would someday appear rugged.
His muscles were finely toned, though thin like a swimmer's muscles rather than bulky like a weight-lifter's.
His hair was dark brown, and it was just ungroomed enough to hang over his ears.
His eyes were bright blue and his jaw was wide and firm.
His body was in such good condition because MacIntyre was a member of the East Rushdale swimming team.
His specialty was the breaststroke, an irony he thought, and he hoped to have the county record under his belt by the time he graduated from East Rushdale High School.
He also played baseball in the spring, but considered himself only of average talent.
His claim to fame came while soaking wet in the swimming pool.
It was summer vacation and MacIntyre was starting to think he would never get laid.
He didn't care if he scored a dog. He just wanted in! He wanted to know what the inside of a pussy felt like more than anything else in the world.
MacIntyre lived with his mother and father and his big sister.
His only sister Sally, was eighteen at the time, and was home on summer vacation after her Freshman year at college.
MacIntyre knew that Sally was one of those girls in town that had a reputation.
Even when she was in high school she put out on the first date, which was unheard of in East Rushdale.
Now, after a year away on Long Island, Sally was a free-spirit and made no bones about the fact that she considered her hometown's moral values to be outdated.
She encouraged MacIntyre to be brave around girls, but MacIntyre only blushed when they discussed the matter.
MacIntyre wished that he could move into the world of sexual activity as easily as his big sister had.
He had a great deal of respect for her, and besides, he thought she was one hot looking chick.
There weren't any girls in East Rushdale who were as good looking as MacIntyre's sister, and MacIntyre, though ashamed to admit it, often thought about Sally's pussy as he tugged his pud. He would be thinking about her sweet tits as he spewed hot dog water all over the top of his fist with a sigh.
Sally was a little girl, standing only a fraction of an inch over five feet tall.
She was built on a small frame and weighed around ninety five pounds.
Her hair was a glistening brown that hung down over her shoulders.
She kept her hair parted in the middle and allowed it to fall in bangs over her forehead.
Her eyes were the same bright blue as MacIntyre's, and he thought that she had the face of an angel.
Her eyes sparkled as if filled with magic whenever she was happy.
Her nose was a tiny button that turned up a little at the end.
And her mouth, well, her mouth made him ache in his big balls.
Her lips were full and pouting, and Sally looked as if she needed to be kissed very badly all the time.
In spite of her small frame, Sally had tits that made MacIntyre's saliva gland go berserk.
He literally had to concentrate on swallowing frequently when he gazed upon his sisters big tits.
Her tits would have been large on any girl, but they were particularly incredible on a girl her size.
And, in spite of their size, her breasts did not sag a fraction of an inch.
All of this, even though the little coed had never worn a bra in her life.
When she was young her breasts grew so rapidly that the theory was she would just outgrow a bra by the time she got it home.
As she matured it became obvious that nature was better than any brassiere.
The last thing Sally needed was to have her big tits lifted and separated.
It would take more than the force of gravity to get her tits to droop.
It would be many years before Sally would have to worry about things like bras.
She figured that she wouldn't wear a bra even when she was old.
She was a free-spirit, and the idea of wearing a bra grossed her out
For some reason, it seemed to Sally Symms that wearing a bra would be a hell of a lot like putting her tits in bondage.
Her tits were a little pointy at the tips, and MacIntyre could tell that her nipples were very large also.
Sometimes Sally wore white tee-shirts around the house so that the dark outlines of her nipples would be visible.
MacIntyre had seen her returning from a late-night date when her nipples were still erect and large.
Even while wearing a shirt the horny boy could tell that her nipples protruded far from the ends of her breasts when they were aroused.
He felt himself getting a hard-on when he looked at those erect nipples, obvious through the thin material of her blouse.
He could tell that her nipples pointed a little upward, and the thought of seeing her naked drove him crazy with desire.
Life changed for MacIntyre soon after his mother and father announced that they were going to go away for two weeks.
Shirley and Walter Symms shared an antique dealership, and were going to go away to California for a huge antique convention.
Mr. and Mrs. Symms sat Sally and MacIntyre down and gave them a little speech about taking care of the house while they were gone.
They told their children that they couldn't have any parties, and that they were both dead if the house wasn't as clean when they returned as when they left.
Sally and MacIntyre had their eyes open and sincere as they listened to the little talk, and they both nodded simultaneously at the appropriate times.
The second the folks were gone Sally clapped her hands in front of her breasts, and her face lit up with excitement.
"Oh, Mac," she said enthusiastically, giving him a sisterly hug. "Two weeks free from the folks! I can't believe it! Think of all of the fun we are going to have!"
MacIntyre smiled but was not nearly as enthusiastic.
He could see the writing on the wall already. He would spend a lot of time alone in his room listening to moans and groans coming from Sally's bedroom.
He knew that it wouldn't be long before Sally had some guy up in her room fucking her brains out.
He tried to think of a way that he could take advantage of the situation, but none came to him right away.
It was a Friday night, and MacIntyre had no plans.
He watched television and ate a cheeseburger he cooked himself in the kitchen while Sally got on the phone.
Not surprisingly the first guy she called, some guy from the gas station named Nick, agreed to come over right away.
MacIntyre was polite when Nick arrived and pretended not to pay much attention.
"What are you going to do with yourself, Mac?" Sally asked her brother, as she stood at the base of the stairs with the handsome black-haired Italian she had chosen to be her fuck for the evening.
MacIntyre faked a yawn and a stretch and smacked his lips a couple of times before speaking.
"Oh, I'm pretty tired. I figured that I would just catch some tube and then get a good night's rest."
Sally shrugged her shoulders, took Nick's hand firmly, and led him upstairs to her bedroom.
Sally did not believe in the pretensions of dating. She was aware that the only reason boys and girls dated was to fuck.
She believed that the sooner she got out of her clothes, the less time was wasted with society's bullshit.
Sally had also discovered that men respected her healthy attitude toward sex.
They found her candid demeanor refreshing, not to mention the fact that she was built for fucking.
Her cunt was hot and tight, she gave great head, and if the mood overtook her, she loved to get fucked in the ass to the point of multiple orgasm.
Sally had a perfect hourglass figure. Although her waist was very slim, her hips were round and firm.
She had a way of swinging her hips from side to side as she walked that drove men wild with desire.
She knew that men liked the way she walked, and always swung her hips a little more if she knew she was being observed.
She had seen men cross the street or go out of their way just so they could walk behind her, and this amused her and flattered her a great deal.
Sally loved to feel sexy, so she always wore her blue jeans so tight they looked like they had been put on with spray-paint.
In the summertime she wore short shorts that were so short the bottoms of her creamy buttocks were exposed.
They were so tight that the outline of her vulva was always clearly defined.
She had shapely legs, with slim ankles and thighs.
She had the sort of ankles that looked dynamite in spike high heels, which was precisely what Sally Symms wore most of the time.
Her skin was fair to the point where she had to be careful about going out in the sun in the summertime.
By the end of the summer she was always tanned, but she had to suffer through burning and peeling repeatedly before that could be achieved.
Sally had her legs waxed rather than shaving them, so they always appeared silky smooth and touchable.
She also waxed her pubic hair so that there was no hair in between the cheeks of her ass or on either side of her outer cunt lips.
Her pubic patch had been trimmed by a professional so that it grew perfectly in the shape of a heart.
Her fingers were long and slim and she took special care to keep her fingernails long and very close to the same length.
She always painted her fingernails a deep red color, and her toenails a matching color.
But she never wore make-up on her face. Her beauty was that of a well-scrubbed girl next door nature.
She figured that make-up would risk gilding the lily, and she considered that to be unnecessary.
Her eyelashes were very long and licked at her high cheekbones whenever she blinked or winked.
MacIntyre watched his sister disappear upstairs with Nick.
He turned one corner of his mouth upward into a half-smile.
He knew what he was going to do. He knew that he could press his ear against the wall in between their bedrooms and be able to hear everything that went on.
He had two weeks to figure out a way to spy on his sister.
He would kick himself right in the ass if he didn't get a chance to see his beautiful sister naked before his parents came home.
The second Sally got to her bedroom she shut the door behind her.
Nick stood looking at her erect nipples though the tee-shirt she wore.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, intertwining her fingers.
He wrapped his strong arms around her tiny waist and pulled her close to him.
He could feel her big tits being pressed flat against his strong chest.
He felt her hard nipples, and the tension grew in the crotch of his jeans.
All of a sudden Nick's pants felt very tight, and he moved his face toward Sally's. Her lips parted and looked especially puffy as she closed her eyes to kiss him.
Nick thought that his cock was going to burst right out of his jeans at the moment his lips touched Sally's.
In a matter of seconds they touched the tips of their tongues together, and they both gasped audibly at the initial intimate contact.
Sally could feel her body reacting quickly to the man in her arms.
She could feel the bulge in the crotch of his jeans pressing against her loins, and this made the blood pump downward in her body.
Her lower abdomen was starting to ache with a deep yearning for hard cock meat.
She could feel her pussy flesh slowly becoming engorged with blood.
Her glands were beginning to secrete their natural lubrication.
In a few minutes her cunt would be soaking wet with those cunt juices.
Already she could tell that she was making a wet spot in the crotch of her white cotton panties from the juices that had spilled from her cunt.
The kiss lasted for a long time and Nick and Sally playfully had an internal swordfight with their tongues.
By the time it was over they were both breathless with passion.
They were both piqued with the knowledge that the evening was going to be filled with wave after wave of physical bliss.
"Let's fuck," Sally said simply and stepped away from Nick so that she could quickly undress.
She wasn't much for having conversations while she was horny.
Sally Symms liked to get right down to the meat and potatoes of the matter.
Just at that moment MacIntyre was turning off the television set.
He listened carefully, but he was too far away to hear anything coming from his sister's room.
He wondered what Sally would think if she knew that he was preparing to spy on her.
He figured that she would feel sorry for him, and pity was something he could do without when he was sixteen.
He didn't want Sally to know that he was listening in, even though he suspected she wouldn't be too upset even if she caught him.
It was simply a matter of not wanting to lose face for MacIntyre. Besides, he didn't know much about this guy Nick, but he didn't think it was a good idea to get in his way, even if he was balling MacIntyre's sister.
Nick looked to be on the tough side, and MacIntyre was aware that the Italian was known to hang around with a ruthless crowd.
MacIntyre tip-toed quietly up the stairs and moved into his room.
He thought that he heard the murmur of conversation inside Sally's room as he paused in the hall, but he couldn't make out any of the words.
He quietly shut the door to his room behind him and moved over to the wall that faced his sister's room.
He pressed his ear firmly against the wall, his eyes wide with expectation, and was very pleased to find out that he could hear every word as if they were both in the same room with him.
"Oh baby," Nick said in his deep voice. "You've got the nicest tits I've ever seen'"
"Come here, you big handsome stud. I want you to suck on my tits. Suck them deep up into your mouth."
"I'm drooling baby. I can't wait I have to-Oh yes, let me shower those big tits with little tiny kisses."
"Oh Nick, you are making me so fucking hot. I can feel my cunt getting all wet. I can't wait to feel your cock inside me."
"My cock is hard for you already, baby. Hard and ready to fuck."
"Let me see your cock. Whip out your cock while you suck my tits."
"There it is, baby. Oh God, it feels so good to get it out of my pants. Now it feels free. Now I can feel it really getting hard."
"Oh my God, Nick. I didn't know that you had such a big one. I can tell you are going to fill my cunt right up with that big cock. Now bite my tits. Get your teeth on my nipples and pull. OH! YEAH! I feel like my clit is going to pop right out of my cunt, I'm so on fire for you."
"Let's get out of the rest of our clothes and get on the bed, Sally."
"That's the best idea I've heard in a long time, Nick."
MacIntyre could feel his jaw drop as he listened to that conversation.
He couldn't believe that they actually talked to each other that way.
He would have died from embarrassment if a girl had spoken that way to him.
He was in awe of the way they seemed so comfortable with their sexuality.
He knew that he would be able to listen to them for a long time without having to worry about getting bored.
He could feel the blood pumping down his lithe muscular body into his cock.
In a matter of second his cock was fully erect inside his pants.
He could feel his testicles start to burn with desire.
He pressed his ear a little harder against the wall and ran the palm of his hand up and down the inside of his thigh.
He unsnapped the single snap that held the top of his jeans together, and slowly unzipped the zipper to his fly.
His cock had worked its way inside his pants so that it was pointing directly upward.
The bulging purple head of his prick was pinned to his belly by the elastic to his underwear.
He quietly kicked off his sneakers and hooked his thumbs under the top of his underwear and his jeans at the same time.
He pulled them both down and he sighed louder than he wanted to when he felt his cock freed from its prison.
He pulled off his pants and his cock stood at attention straight out in front of his slim muscular hips.
He was a well-endowed boy. He had the kind of cock that, as Sally would put it, could "fill her up."
The conversation continued in the next room and MacIntyre began to touch his own balls.
"Nick, go down on me, baby. I want to feel your tongue in my cunt."
"Sally, I love the way your cunt smells. I know I'm gonna love the way it tastes."
"That's it. Bite my thighs. Oh it makes me tingle all over."
"Your cunt is so wet, I feel like drinking from it."
"Suck my cunt! Suck my cunt juices right out of my pussy."
At that point MacIntyre heard a series of slurping noises that made his cock throb especially hard. He masturbated slowly. He wanted his own climax to coincide with the orgasms in the next room.
He could hear Sally's moans and groans getting louder and louder.
"MY CLIT!" he heard Sally scream out. "LICK MY CLIT! ARRRGGGHHH!"
MacIntyre squeezed his balls once again and moved his right hand to the shaft of his cock.
"Keep licking my cunt. Let me get into position so I can suck your cock at the same time," Sally said.
"That's it baby, lick my balls. Lick my ass-hole. Oh yeah. Now take it in your mouth. Suck it, Sally. Take the whole thing. I want to feel my cock go all the way down your throat. I want to feel your lips wrapped tightly around the very base of it."
Then there was a pause in the conversation, and MacIntyre realized, to his frustration, that that was because everyone's mouth was full.
"I need your cock in me now!" broke the silence, and MacIntyre could hear the bed springs squeaking as they changed position on the bed.
"I need your cunt."
"Take me like a dog."
MacIntyre envisioned his sister Sally on her hands and knees.
He tried to imagine what she looked like naked, but had trouble.
He envisioned Nick mounting her from the rear, running the tip of his cock up and down the slash of raw meat between her sweet thighs.
"All the way in me. GOD! Oh, you're gonna make me come. Make me come. Fuck me. Oh harder. Faster. FASTER! COMING!"
MacIntyre was pumping up and down on his prick with his fist as the conversation in the next room was once again reduced to a cacophony of muffled grunts, rising screams of passion and sighs of afterglow.
In a matter of second the boy's virgin cock spit come all over the top of his fist.
Frustrated, he cleaned himself off with a Kleenex and sprawled on his bed.
He knew that he would have to find a new method of spying on his sister.
He knew that it would be risky, but he had to find a way so that he could actually watch his sister fucking.
He knew that he would not be able to sleep at night until he knew what his sister looked like naked.
He had to know what her cunt looked like. He had to know what it looked like when a thick cock slid in and out of that hole.
He sighed and stared at the ceiling of his room. He felt lonely.
He was more sure than ever that he would never get a chance to feel the inside of a pussy for himself.
He was reduced to voyeurism by his own shyness and that made him kind of sad.
But he still wanted to watch. Then he snapped his fingers and sat up in bed with a light bulb shining brightly over his head.