Chapter 2
It took MacIntyre a long time to fall asleep that night, because he was too busy thinking about his plan to spy on his sister.
He knew that Sally had a big closet with a sliding door directly across from her bed.
MacIntyre figured that he could tell his sister that he was going to be spending the night over at his friend Donny's house.
Instead, he would hide in her closet and leave the sliding door open a crack so he would be able to see everything.
He had a sudden pang of fear when he realized that Sally might not even have a boyfriend over for the evening.
But the fear soon passed him. Sally was so horny he was sure that she made a point of sleeping with a guy each and every night.
Sally went out in the early evening the next night and MacIntyre lied to her.
As soon as she was gone he grabbed a coke bottle, just in case he had to take a piss while he was in the closet, and positioned himself on the floor of the closet, moving her many pairs of shoes out of the way so there would be a place for him to sit down.
He wondered how long of a wait he would have to have.
He got himself in the most comfortable position possible.
He sat with his knees up in front of him, hugging himself.
He could hear his heart pounding so hard it was threatening to beat right out of his chest.
He practiced breathing quietly, to minimize the chance of discovery.
Time moved very slowly, and sweat had formed across his brow when he heard the front door open.
He gasped as he heard his sister's voice. She was talking to a male voice, and MacIntyre was pleased that his plan had worked so well up to that point.
"Oh Charly," he heard Sally's voice say, as he heard them coming up the carpeted stairway. "You are so sexy! I can't wait to see those broad shoulders."
"You won't have to wait for very long," the male voice said.
MacIntyre realized that his beautiful big sister was going to sleep with Charly O'Connor, the guy who worked in the bowling alley tending bar and fixing the setting machines.
MacIntyre didn't think much one way or the other about Charly.
He always seemed like a nice enough guy, but Charly wasn't the sort of man who would waste his time talking to sixteen year old boys.
The door to the bedroom opened and MacIntyre had a great urge to hold his breath.
He was so excited he was finding it very difficult to breathe normally.
Sweat dripped down into his eyes, making his eyes turn red and burn.
He wiped his forehead with the palm of his hand slowly, so that his motion would not cause any noise.
Charly and Sally moved so that they were standing at the foot of the bed.
MacIntyre could see them perfectly. His anticipation was so great that he could already feel his balls start to ache.
His cock was starting to throb and grow. He knew that it wouldn't be long before he had a raging hard-on.
There was no doubt that his tight jeans were getting tighter in the crotch all the time. He tried to breathe quietly.
No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't fill his lungs completely with air.
His breaths came short and quick, as if a heavy object were resting on his chest.
MacIntyre realized that he was panting. He was panting like the wild sexual animal that he wanted so much to become.
For some reason the handsome boy was amused by this.
He had to remember to blink regularly. His attention was focused on his sister so hard that he had a tendency to stare unblinking.
It was only when his eyes started to burn and swell that he knew he would have to be careful to blink every once in a while.
Charly didn't seem like an especially attractive man to MacIntyre.
But the boy had never considered himself much of a judge of male looks.
Charly had red hair that sat on top of his head in a mop of red curls.
He had very white skin, but he did not have the plethora of freckles that one naturally associates with people of that hair-color.
At that moment Charly's white skin was very red.
MacIntyre could not tell if it was from the flush of passion or the sun.
He didn't spend a lot of time looking at Charly anyway.
His attention was riveted almost exclusively on his big sister.
The guy was insignificant. MacIntyre would have been equally pleased if he had had the opportunity to watch his sister masturbate.
He wondered if Sally did touch herself. He supposed not.
With all of the time she spent in the sack with the local boys, when could she possibly find time to touch herself? And for what purpose?
He watched as Charly placed his hands on either side of Sally's face.
They looked directly into each other's eyes and their faces came close together.
Sally was rubbing Charly's shoulder's, obviously enjoying how broad they were.
Their lips came together, and it was obvious to the boy in the closet that they were kissing with their mouths open.
He could see Sally's big tits pushing out the green button-up blouse she was wearing that evening.
He could see that her nipples were very hard and erect.
Her nipples were sticking a little upward, sending a chill of anticipation up and down MacIntyre's spine.
He thought he was going to die unless he got to see those tits right away.
Not only had he never seen his sister's tits, he had never seen tits period.
Sure he had seen pictures in dirty magazines, but he knew that the addition of a third dimension was bound to add a lot to the appearance of breasts.
The kiss lasted for a long time and the couple swung around so that Sally's ass was facing MacIntyre.
She was still wearing her tight jeans, and never before had MacIntyre been so aware of the delicious curves of her body.
He could see the muscles in her ass cheeks tense then relax as he watched.
He thought he was going to tear right out of the crotch of his jeans.
When the long tongue kiss was over both Charly's and Sally's lips were wet and shiny from the spit they had shared.
They were both breathing hard and their eyes continued to focus exclusively on each other.
Sally began to slowly unbutton Charly's shirt. She pulled it back to reveal that his chest was covered with hair just as red as the hair on his head.
MacIntyre thought about his own chest. He had only a small lock of brown hair between his nipples.
He wondered if not having a hairy chest would turn girls like his sister off.
Charly's shirt was peeled back over his shoulders, removed and dropped carelessly to the floor at their feet.
At that point the couple swung around so that MacIntyre could see their profiles.
Charly began to unbutton Sally's blouse and MacIntyre had to bite his bottom lip to keep from moaning out loud.
Charly worked slowly, and MacIntyre thought he was going to faint his attention was so piqued.
When the blouse was unbuttoned, Charly pulled the shirt open and MacIntyre got his first glimpse of his sister's big boobs.
They were ten times more beautiful than MacIntyre could have imagined.
They looked like two huge scoops of vanilla ice cream with cherries on top of each.
MacIntyre could feel his balls turn to molten lava and he had a great urge to touch himself.
He would have pulled down his jeans right then and there to pull his pud if he hadn't been worried about making too much noise.
It was a struggle but he continued to breathe quietly.
The palms of his hands were covered with sweat as he continued to hug his knees up against his chest.
"Oh Sally, your tits are wonderful," Charly said, looking down at those twin mounts of delicious flesh.
"Kneel in front of me and kiss my tits," Sally said, and there was a strange look on her face that MacIntyre did not quite understand at first.
It was a look of power. It was obvious that Sally liked the idea of having men kneeling before her.
Charly dropped to his knees and moved his hands so that he was holding the beautiful girl by the seat of her jeans.
He could see the man's strong fingers working through the firm yet supple flesh of Sally's ass.
Charly began to shower her breasts with little peck kisses.
This made Sally arch her back and throw back her head.
Sally was looking up at the ceiling of her bedroom, her eyes opened only to slits.
She bent a little at the knees and moved her spike high heels apart on the floor.
She placed her hands on top of Charly's red hair, and let out a deep gurgling sound that seemed to be coming from the back of her throat.
It was obvious that Sally liked to be in charge when it came to sex.
She liked to be the one that was calling all of the shots.
She licked her lips rapidly with the tip of her tongue to moisten them.
Charly kissed all of her tits, saving the nipples for last.
Then MacIntyre could see Charly sticking out his tongue as far as it would go.
That tongue found Sally's right nipple, and MacIntyre could see his sister's hips begin to move.
She was gyrating in a slow writhe, little moans seeping from her parted lips with each exhale.
"Suck it, Charly. Suck that nipple as hard as you can!" Sally said, running her fingers through his red curls.
Charly made a humming sound and then got his lips wrapped around that rosy bead of flesh at the tip of her tit.
Macintyre could see the man's cheeks hollow as he sucked her nipple deep into his mouth.
Sally's hips moved more violently, first from side to side and then back and forth.
"Bite them! Bite my nipples!" Sally said, her voice high-pitched from the excitement she was feeling.
MacIntyre could tell that many of the muscles in Sally's perfect torso were tensed.
Charly began to give little love bites to Sally's tits.
He nipped at her nipples lightly and then pulled on them with his teeth.
He pulled them until the skin around them was stretched taut, and then allowed them to snap back into place.
MacIntyre had had no idea that nipples could grow that large when stimulated by a knowing mouth.
Each of Sally's hippies had to be almost an inch long at that point.
MacIntyre found himself wondering what kept those big tits aloft.
It looked as if they were defying the force of gravity.
In spite of their size, Sally still moved about life with perfect posture.
Her shoulders were back and her chin tilted slightly upward.
She kicked off her spike high heels even as Charly continued to suck and lick at those big tits.
The little girl then reached down and began to undo the snap that held the tops of her tight dark blue designer jeans together.
Again MacIntyre had to concentrate as hard as he could on keeping quiet.
He almost panicked for a moment as he thought he was going to sneeze.
But he battled back the sneeze in spite of watering eyes, and let out a silent sigh of relief.
Throughout all of this Sally had the distinct impression that she was being watched.
But she figured that she was being ludicrous, so she thrust the thought into the back of her head.
MacIntyre realized that it was only going to be a matter of seconds before he would get to see his sister completely naked.
Charly pulled his mouth away from her nipples but remained on his knees before her as if her were praying to a goddess.
MacIntyre took a deep breath and held it as he saw Sally hooking her thumbs under the tops of her tight designer jeans.
They were so tight that Sally had to wiggle her ass from side to side to peel them down.
She pointed her toes like a perfect little lady as she pulled off her pants.
She was wearing only her panties, and already MacIntyre could tell that her ass was going to look creamy and delicious.
She turned for a moment so that she was fully facing the closet.
MacIntyre could see that the crotch of her soft white panties had worked their way up between her outer cunt lips.
MacIntyre could see the oudine of her vulva clearly, and he could also see that she had made a big wet spot on the crotch of those panties.
He knew that she was so horny her cunt had already lubricated itself.
"Stay right here, Charly. I want to hang up my pants so they don't wrinkle," Sally said and bent over to scoop her designer jeans off of the floor.
MacIntyre thought he was going to have a heart attack.
He tried to think of a way to make himself invisible at that moment.
He began to squirm with fear and he could feel all of the blood running from his face.
He was doomed. There was no way his sister could hang up her jeans in the closet without seeing him.
He held his breath once again, but he could still hear his heart pounding wildly from the anxiety he was feeling.
He watched Sally's tits as she approached the closet, and he was positive that all hell was about to break loose.
At the same time Charly quickly removed the rest of his clothes and sprawled on his back in the center of Sally's bed.
He folded his arms behind his head as he rested upon one of her pillows, and looked up at the ceiling thinking about what a lucky guy he was.
The door slid open and MacIntyre meekly looked up at his sister.
His eyes were sorrowful, and he thought he felt them welling up with tears.
He was afraid that he was about to be the subject of Sally's temper.
But she did the one thing he never could have anticipated.
She winked at him. One corner of her mouth turned up and it was obvious that she was quite amused at the thought of her brother spying on her while she fucked.
She calmly hung up her pants and closed the door again, being careful to leave it open a crack so MacIntyre would still be able to see.
She slipped out of her panties with her back to the closet standing at the foot of the bed.
Then she did something that thrilled MacIntyre like nothing ever had before, because he knew that it was intended for him.
She ran her fingernails over the cheeks of her ass as if she were scratching herself thoughtlessly.
MacIntyre felt his cock throb violently as he saw the flesh of her buttocks quiver a little bit.
She then grabbed her ass cheeks with both hands and pulled them apart as far as she could.
She separated her ass cheeks until the skin in the crack was stretched taut.
She then bent forward at the waist so that MacIntyre could not only see her pink little ass-hole, but he could see the wet swollen lips of her hungry cunt parting.
Sally had great muscle control and she could make her inner cunt lips smack almost just like the ones on her face.
She then stood up, and held her own tits. She turned and MacIntyre could see for the first time that her tiny patch of pubic hair had been trimmed into the shape of a heart.
Once again he felt faint and he could see little stars in front of his eyes.
He felt ashamed at getting caught, and confused over Sally's reaction.
He merely assumed that she was laughing at him. She knew that he was shy around girls and considered this act of voyeurism charmingly quaint.
He could feel his face burning from his embarrassment, and he knew that he was turning as red as a beet.
He could tell that his face was probably just as red as Charly's at that moment. But none of MacIntyre's embarrassment could keep him from watching the impending hot fuck action.
As Charly lay on the bed on his back his cock was as hard as a rock resting flat on his belly.
Sally began to lick and suck at the man's balls, and then used the tip of her tongue to lick at the length of his prick.
She started at the very base of his cock and flicked the tip of her tongue back and forth lightly and rapidly as she worked her way toward the glans.
The man began to moan immediately, and put his hands on top of Sally's head.
Charly moved his legs far apart on the bed so that Sally could get up on her elbows and her knees between them.
Sally moved her knees apart on the bed also and arched her back so that her ass rose magically into the air.
Again MacIntyre could see the cheeks of her ass part. He could see the swollen flesh of her pussy, and the tiny beard above her slit.
His hand moved to the inside of his thigh. He wanted to touch himself very badly.
Sally took Charly's cock into her mouth, but MacIntyre could not see the actual contact.
He could only see Sally's head bobbing up and down wildly as she took the whole shaft of Charly's cock in her throat.
MacIntyre imagined that it was his cock that was getting sucked in that way, and he heard himself sigh.
He didn't want to fuck up Sally's night, so he knew that he still had to be quiet as possible.
MacIntyre suspected correctly that Charly would not have been too enthused to know that his privacy was being invaded.
After a few moments the pair on the bed switched positions.
Sally rolled over on her back and spread her legs far open.
She opened her thighs to a perfect ninety degree angle.
She raised her knees up a little in the air, and MacIntyre could see her cute chubby toes clawing at the crumpled bedspread.
Charly moved so that he was on his belly with his head in between Sally's parted thighs.
She squirmed and moaned as the red-headed man kissed and licked his way up the insides of her thighs toward the drooling delta where her thighs came together.
"EAT MY CUNT!" Sally screamed out. MacIntyre could tell that there was a part of Sally that enjoyed performing sexual acts with an audience. He watched as her face contorted and turned red from the absolute physical pleasure she was feeling in her cunt.
Her lips were puckered and moved in the air as if she were kissing some kind of invisible lover.
MacIntyre wished that he could actually see Charly's tongue licking at her cunt.
He wanted to know what technique the red-headed man was using.
MacIntyre had no idea what a man was supposed to do when he found his face in front of a hot cunt.
He was hoping he would get a chance to learn how to give a woman pleasure with his tongue, but his viewpoint was limiting.
"MY CLIT! LICK MY CLIT!" Sally called out at the top of her lungs.
Once again her hips were moving wildly, and Charly had to wrap his strong arms around her thighs to make sure he could keep his tongue on the magic spot up near the top of her vaginal slit.
It was obvious to MacIntyre that his sister was about to have a crushing orgasm.
"SUCK IT! SUCK MY CLIT!" she screamed and then her whole body became rigid.
MacIntyre could see the back of Charly's head moving as he furiously worked his hungry tongue over her erect love button. "Oh God, Charly. You are going to make me come!"
Sally screamed out, and it was all MacIntyre could do to keep from pulling down his pants.
Sally let out a high-pitched scream that made her sound as if she were being tortured.
The scream sounded as if it were straight out of a horror picture.
Her orgasm went on for a long time and she bucked about wildly on the bed.
Then, when she was still she looked at Charly, who was gazing at her between her heaving breasts.
His lips and chin were soaking wet from her cunt juice, and his eyes were twinkling.
He knew that he was going to get his cock inside her in the very near future.
Sally held her arms out as an invitation and Charly moved quickly.
He moved so that he was directly on top of her, his cock pinned between their abdomens.
He lifted his hips and MacIntyre could see Sally take his cock in her hand.
She ran the tip of his prick up and down her cunt slash, and then stopped when his glans was in between her inner cunt lips.
The second his cock was in place he began to push downward with his hips.
MacIntyre could actually see his cock going into her cunt.
The fuck started out very slow, with Charly working his hips a little from side to side as he fucked.
He used the entire length of his prick with each thrust, and steadily increased the pace of the fuck as he went along.
He rode his cock high in her slit, since he was not as well-endowed as MacIntyre, so that the movement of his prick would give maximum stimulation to her throbbing little man in the boat.
Soon the fuck became frenzied and both of them were calling out with passion.
Their moans and groans got steadily higher and louder as the fuck progressed.
It was obvious to MacIntyre that they were both going to achieve their climaxes rather quickly.
Sally clawed at Charly's back with her long red fingernails.
She lifted her feet up off the bed and bent at the knees.
She drew her knees back and then wrapped her lovely legs around Charly's humping hips.
"FUCK ME HARDER!" Sally screamed out, and MacIntyre realized that everything his sister said was for his benefit as well as her most recent lover's.
Then Charly rammed his cock all the way in Sally's cunt and left it there.
There was a moment when they were both clutching at one another with all of their strength.
Charly could feel Sally's inner cunt lips gripping at the base of his cock as that rod began to spasm wildly.
They both came at the same time and Charly deposited his silver seed well up inside Sally's fuck hole.
Then they relaxed and paused to catch their breaths and allow their heartbeats to return to a normal pace.
MacIntyre realized at that moment that he too had had an orgasm.
Without even touching his cock he had come inside his underwear.
He could feel his semen, hot and sticky, rolling down the inside of his thigh.
Sally got up off the bed and winked toward the closet.
She then took Charly by the hand and said that she wanted to make out down in the living room.
"I just love the way the fuck rug feels on my back," she said, and Charly was in no position to say no.
MacIntyre was grateful to Sally for this move.
It would give him a perfect opportunity to get out of the closet.
He could return to his bedroom where he would be a lot more comfortable.
He would even get a chance to clean up the little mess he had made in his pants.
His come was starting to cool off and he felt awful.
He felt just like he had pissed himself at that moment.
When he heard the couple walking naked downstairs he slowly opened the door to the closet.
He quickly returned to his room and wiped off his cock with a kleenex.
He sprawled himself on his bed and sighed. He had never been so confused in all of his life. He prayed that he could wake up and find that Sally was no longer his sister.
That way he would be able to fuck her any time he wanted to.