Chapter 2
Early morning sunlight and a muffled, distant noise woke Dorrie from a sound sleep. She opened one eye enough to see the bedside alarm clock dimly lit by a stray beam from the newly-risen sun. The single beam broke through the shades across her bedroom and fell across the carpet, reaching out a long, slender, brilliant shaft for Dome's bed. It crossed the rumpled covers and fell directly across her mounds of delicious, milk-white breasts-now openly exposed, since the coverlet had slipped down during the night, nearly to the foot of the bed.
The bedroom was pleasantly warm, so Dorrie had not been awakened by the cool morning air now caressing her delicious tits. The intruding sunbeam crossed her right breast, and its mild heat warmed and tickled her nipple. The bud stirred ever so slightly and rose to a half-erect stance. A lone sentry protecting its mountain outpost! As she gazed at the alarm clock and saw it was only 5:00 AM, she let out a low groan and pulled the covers back up over her head.
"No way am I gonna get up at any five-fucking-am on a Saturday morning, like those two insane health nuts next door," she murmured to herself as she rolled over. The "health nuts" were her parents, who would just about now be rolling out of bed and getting ready for the courts.
There was a running family joke about her parent's early morning weekend tennis matches. They were both tennis fanatics, and they spent every Saturday morning on the Country Club tennis courts running and battling each other to exhaustion. They were always at the courts as soon as they opened on Saturday morning, and often when they started their first set, they had the courts completely to themselves. Only by the end of the first game would they be joined on adjacent courts by old tennis acquaintances. Although they both played against other partners on other days, Saturday mornings were reserved for their own private game.
Their private matches always turned into virtual pitched battles in which they were evenly matched. Martin Pennington had the upper hand in raw power and was an accomplished player. Alice Pennington compensated for his power advantage by being extremely skilled and remarkable agile. She also enjoyed the opportunity to work in more practice games during the week, while her husband was away at work. Otherwise, she knew, her skill would not offset his power and natural ability. The few times that Dorrie had been talked into getting out of bed and going along to watch, she had been almost scared by the way her parents seemed to attack the ball and, though it, each other. There was never any quarter asked and none given. The victor was always obvious, as neither player ever pulled up on a shot or let down in any way to let the other win. Their games were almost evenly split. Neither ever seemed to maintain a long winning streak over the other, and neither did ever seemed to tire of the seesaw battles or of the intensity of the game.
Dorrie knew that her parents were totally devoted to one another and that neither would ever do anything to hurt the other. At times, their petting and kissing around the house caused Dorrie to roll her big green eyes and mutter, "Oh, Puke!" whenever she caught them embracing.
Therefore, their tennis wars had continued to baffle her until very recently. Now she knew why they played so hard and so well; especially against each other. Now she knew why they never missed their Saturday morning matches.
The Penningtons were two healthy, athletic people in the prime of life, who not only loved each other, but who also loved to compete, and they also loved to play games. Especially games where both competitors won. Over the years, they had evolved this intricate, sexual game that only started on the tennis courts. The physical exertion of the whip-saw matches jump-started their metabolisms and gave them the opportunity to show off to and for each other. (Dorrie had read that all couples wind up in some form of competition with each other, and many times, this competition was destructive.) Dorrie's parents had found a way to compete openly and fairly in a game that they both loved and that served to stimulate them both.
And Dorrie also knew, now, why they always came directly home from the match-not taking time to shower or change at the club, even though its sauna and massage facilities were excellent. Instead, they always finished the last game, accepted the congratulations that their tennis friends always heaped on the winner and the condolences that they doled out to the loser. Then the Penningtons would throw their rackets and tennis paraphernalia into the trunk of Alice's little red Mercedes 560 convertible and roar home.
Dorrie also knew that they always took the long, winding ocean road from the Country Club instead of the more direct, but less scenic and much less exciting route through the city. The ocean road, which could be nearly deserted early on a Saturday morning. This, too, was a part of the game. The winner of the tennis match got to drive. The loser had to play passenger. No exceptions. This part of the game was both a form of reward and the next phase in stimulation.
Dorrie had driven the ocean road once, very recently, with her older brother, Matt, in Mom's Mercedes. The winding, twisting road seemed to have been made of the powerful sports car as Matt whipped it through the tight turns and then accelerated through the straight-aways. The thrilling ride was almost like that of a roller coaster for the passenger. She knew that it had to be even more exciting for the driver. The thrill of speed, the breathtaking scenery flashing past, the blast of wind whipping her long blonde hair into a streaming mane, and most of all, the feel of power radiating up through the floor of the car were a complete and intense sexual turn-on. Dorrie realized that the only thing that would make it more exciting would be if she were driving the powerful, superbly designed and beautifully handling automobile through the dangerous twists and turns instead of sitting in the passenger's seat. Even in her naivete, she realized that the feeling of being in command, especially of something powerful and dangerous, was a tremendous sexual turn-on.
By the time the ocean drive was over, Dome's pussy had become damp and her little nipples were hard as stones. Her breath was ragged and came in short pants, which had nothing to do with the blast of wind in her face. Luckily, her bikini top had kept her excitement from showing by keeping everything covered and protecting her modesty. Her surreptitious glances over at Matt's lap had been more revealing, however. His bathing suit could not hide a raging hard-on that made his lap look like it housed a small pup-tent! Only his sitting position and the fact that he didn't expect his sister would look at his crotch kept him from worrying about his condition. The ocean road changed into a highway a few miles out of the subdivision, so by the time they got home, the sexual frenzy of the drive had subsided. And so too, unfortunately, had Matt's erection. It seemed to take forever for Dorrie's nipples to relax, though, or for her tingling pussy to return to normal.
So, Dorrie knew, her parents were off for an extended session of tennis foreplay, leading up to a sexually intense drive straight back to their bedroom. It seemed that the senior Penningtons always spent hours showering and "freshening up" from their Saturday morning tennis workout! Sometimes, it was noon before they would make their second appearance downstairs for the day. Dorrie knew exactly what would be happening across the hall in about two hours or so. With luck, and a little quiet sneaking, she might even get to watch!
But right now, she was going to get back to sleep. The excitement and frustration of her dream and her subsequent masturbation marathon had left her deliciously exhausted (if a little frustrated). As she drifted back into an untroubled sleep, an errant thought caused a lovely smile to play over her beautiful face. "Sleep now, peep later!"
Martin Pennington had bought the large, rambling white house in the Northern suburb of Fort Lauderdale several years before. He and Alice had chosen it, despite the fact that they could hardly afford it on their combined salaries, because it had lots of room, both inside and out. The yards were huge and well landscaped; covering over three acres between the front and back. There was abundant shrubbery and trees to provide privacy from the streets and neighbors. The house itself originally had five relatively small bedrooms as well as living, dining, family, and other rooms. They bought the house so that they would have plenty of room for their family.
They had the house remodeled as Martin's business grew and prospered. One of the first projects was converting the five smaller bedrooms into three large, spacious sleeping chambers-each with its own private bathroom. Now Matt's and Dorrie's bedrooms occupied one side of the hallway, with a common wall between them. Dorrie's bathroom also shared a common wall with her parents' bathroom. These shared walls also held a secret that Dorrie would not share with anyone; and which she could not now force herself to break away from.
When the Pennington's had the house remodeled, they had molding installed around the ceiling of each bedroom. In Matt's and Dorrie's bedrooms, the molding was also installed as a wall accent all around each side of the room at about four feet from the floor. Only very recently, Dorrie discovered a series of small nail holes left under the bottom edge of the molding on the wall common to Matt's room. By pressing her eye close up to different nail holes, she had a "spy hole" view of almost any part of Matt's room. One night last winter, Matt had come home from college for a two-week break between semesters. She was in bed and just dozing off when she was suddenly awakened by the unaccustomed noise from her brother's normally empty room. For some reason, Dorrie's eyes were drawn to the molding and she spotted the holes. She slipped out of bed and moved her reading chair over against the common wall. Choosing one of the tiny holes, she pressed her eye up to it and squinted until she got an unobstructed view of the room next door.
Her breath caught in her throat as her mouth dropped open. Matt had just stepped into the bedroom from his shower. The noise that had disturbed her had been the banging of the bathroom door as Matt walked into the bedroom. A large, fluffy towel was around his shoulders, and his arms were raised above his head as he toweled water from his hair. Drops of water covered his glistening, almost hairless, muscular body. Dorrie took in all of this scene in the first heartbeat. Then her eyes went wide, because, pointing right at Dome's face from across the room was Matt's half-erect cock!
Mesmerized, Dorrie watched as Matt continued to towel away the remaining droplets of water. She took in his muscular chest and arms while she quickly looked down his flat stomach and his column-like thighs, her eyes kept returning to that marvelous growth now sticking almost straight up out of the middle of his body. She had to remind herself to breathe, and then she promptly forgot to do so again as she watched what Matt did next.
As Matt finished with the towel, he let it drop onto the floor. Then, still facing the wall behind which Dorrie sat entranced, he reached down and fondled his balls before wrapping his fingers around his still stiffening cock!
Dorrie took a good look at Matt's balls. She really couldn't tell just how big they were from this distance. They looked like they were maybe golf ball-sized, and they were contained in a loose pouch of skin, which let them dangle down between Matt's legs. She couldn't tell for sure, but it looked as if the right one hung a little lower than the left one. Were they supposed to work that way? But she really didn't have look to wonder about them as her attention was called back to the cock in her brother's hand.
As Matt slowly stroked up and down the shaft of his cock, it had changed unbelievably. Dorrie had thought it huge before, when she had first seen it. But then it had been only half-hard. Now, as Matt continued rubbing and pulling on it, it stiffened and curved until it pointed almost straight up. But, most importantly, it had more than doubled in size! And even more amazing, the end was now much larger than the shaft. The part of Matt's magnificent prick that was facing directly toward Dorrie was large and bulbously shaped. It was now a dull red-whether from the hot shower or from the blood making it so huge and so very hard, she had no way to know. In any case, Dorrie really didn't care. Right now it was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen.
Matt suddenly stopped his standing ministrations and moved to Dome's left as he dropped onto the bed. For a long, horrifying moment, Dome's vision of the beautiful spectacle was cut off. She was ready to scream from both frustration and disappointment.
Then she discovered that there was a whole series of little spy holes all along the wall. All she had to do to see anything in the room was find the right hole.
Quickly, but very quietly, Dorrie moved along the wall looking for and trying each nail hole until she found the right one which afforded her the best view of the bed. She even lost precious seconds of her viewing while she went back and retrieved her reading chair. Ever so quickly, she moved the chair into the new location and settled back to watch. Her action had not been motivated so much by a desire to be comfortable as by desperation. Dorrie found that her legs were so weak that she was afraid she might fall. Falling wouldn't be so bad. Missing the tremendous show would be.
By now, Matt was fully inclined on his bed, with his head propped up on the oversized pillow. His legs were straight out on the bed and slightly parted. While his left hand cupped his balls, his right was now fisted around his straining cock. Rapidly, it plunged up and down on the shaft of the beautiful cock. Dorrie watched in spellbound fascination, unable to tear her eyes away.
Matt's eyes were closed and his handsome face was twisted in a look of agonized pleasure and he continued to grip and stroke his cock. While Dorrie watched, he increased the tempo and the power of his strokes. To the innocent young woman, it appeared that he was trying to tear the thing out by its roots. However, from the look on his face, she knew that he was not in pain and that he was not injuring himself. Instead, he appeared to be having a wonderful time! Suddenly, the thought came into Dorrie's mind that it would be so nice to be able to help Matt right out. She could wrap her hands around the big cock and pump them up and down for him. She could lie beside him on the king-sized bed and rub her naked body against his skin while she worked on his prick. She would even kiss the big, beautiful, hot-looking cockhead if Matt would let her, and she would play with his balls at the same time. If only she could go into his room and into his bed, she could make him feel sooooo very good!
While these thought were going through little Dorrie's imagination, her hands had developed a mind of their own. The left hand was now cupped around her left breast and squeezed it in time to the pounding that she saw being given to her brother's big prick. Her right hand had slipped down to her pussy, which she now rubbed through the cotton nightgown. As Dorrie fondled her own tit and pussy, she did so because it made her feel good. And she did it while watching her older brother jack off.
Always before, when Dorrie played with herself, she had experienced feelings which she could best describe as "nice." Her pussy felt good, and her titties felt good, but nothing ever seemed to come of it other than a pleasant all-over good feeling. She would normally play for a short while and then drop off to sleep. This time, however, there was a big difference. Her fully blossomed new big tits had always felt firmly soft, but now they felt like they were getting harder and harder. Although it was mostly her imagination, Dorrie felt as if her tits were getting as hard as her brother's beautiful cock. And her pussy was going absolutely wild! It kept getting wetter and wetter and, as she spread her legs slightly, the tight little hole gaped open as if in invitation.
Swiftly, she pulled the nightgown up her legs and, rising slightly so she could gather it under her ass while never taking her eyes away form the peephole, freed her crotch. Now her prying fingers were no longer inhibited by the cloth and had free access to her cunt. Almost immediately, Dorrie's middle finger slipped into the moist hole and eased forward up to the second knuckle. Dorrie was a virgin, so, of course, her cunt had never been exposed to such an intruder before. Now it sent a strange mixture of sensations into the young woman's writhing body. It felt strange, and warm, and good, and hot, and wet, and maybe just a little bit dirty-which, somehow, made it feel even better. Dorrie pressed on with the exploring finger until she felt the first sensations of pressure and pain. The sudden sharp sensation dulled the other good feelings, but only so long as Dorrie pressed forward. As soon as she relaxed the probing pressure slightly, the pain went away and all the good feelings came back, in force.
As Dorrie explored her cunt canal with her middle finger, her thumb shifted until it rested on the tiny button almost hidden in the folds of the front of her pussy. Just where the outer pussy lips joined above the opening to her inner body was a small, protected valley that housed her clitoris. Now Dorrie's thumb pressed down directly on this spot. Almost as if she had pressed a "starter button," a myriad of new sensations rocketed through the body. Her pussy contracted around the intruding digit, and her entire body felt rigid as Dorrie's first orgasm shot through her entire being. Her legs spasmed and quivered in the chair, and her cupping hand clasped down painfully hard on the straining tit. Dorrie bit down on her lower lip to keep from crying out in unbridled lust.
Just as she was experiencing her first orgasm, Dorrie was treated to the sight of Matt's cock exploding in his fist. Thick white globs of semen spurted from the purplish end of the huge prick as Matt furiously pounded it in his frenzy. The first long spurt seemed to be aimed directly at Dome's hiding place. Although the force of the ejaculation was not enough to launch it all the way across the room to her spy hole, Dorrie almost unconsciously opened her luscious mouth as if to catch it all.
For the remainder of the two weeks of Matt's semester break, Dorrie spent hours each night at the peepholes. While she never got to watch him jack off again, she was rewarded with two more after-shower displays of his muscular frame. Each time, his cock had dangled limply and Dorrie had felt keen disappointment. She loved the thought of his cock hard and hot. She often thought of its jerking, spurting ejaculation.
Matt's cock was beautiful to Dorrie even when it wasn't hard and standing at attention. And so was the rest of his muscular body. Matt was on the state university track team as a decathlete, which meant that the had to be very good at a number of different athletic events. He worked out even when he was at home on semester break, since even a few days letdown could cut his fine edge and cost him valuable points in an upcoming competition. He was up almost every morning and off on a five-mile run. After catching his breath from his run, he would go into the multi-car garage, where the Pennington's had provided a home gymnasium. It was supplied with a complete set of free weights, benches, and special machines designed to permit maximum workouts. Every morning, Matt would work into a heavy sweat as he tortured his muscles in multiple sets of backbreaking exercises.
Dorrie, professing a desire to "help," wound up keeping him company and counting aloud the repetitions of his exercises for him. For her, this was exciting fun, since she could bask in her big brother's nearly naked presence and watch him strain and flex his big, sweaty muscles. It was almost like peeping without using the peepholes.
Every morning, it became more and more exciting as Dorrie became ever bolder and aggressive in her observations. As Matt strained through a series of lifts, she would position herself so that she could stare at his barely covered crotch and the outline of his massive cock through the small gym short that he wore. As Matt exercised and the sweat soaked the little bit of clothing that he wore, her imagination would start to run away. The sweat would cover his massive muscles with a glistening sheen and then accumulate and roll down his chest, across his rock-ridged abdomen, and then finally soak his pubic patch. His prick would start the exercise session limp and dangling, but as the exercises built up his body's metabolic level and as his energy rose, so would the magic cock. As his arms and shoulders pumped iron, his cock would stiffen and then pump up and down in time with his exercises. The picture that became engraved in Dome's imagination was one where Matt stood with his legs parted in a power lifter's stance. His triceps and deltoids would be bulging to the maximum as his arms pressed the massive free-weight bar high over his head. And there, springing from the middle of his body, would be his fully erect and bulging cock!
One morning, she was so far gone in her daydreaming that she forgot to count his exercise patterns and was staring in hypnotic fascination at the joining of his thighs, where his cock was again painfully obvious through the sweat-soaked shorts. She was shocked back to the present when Matt's sweaty T-shirt smacked her in the face.
"Come on, pea brain," Matt called. "What are you doing over there? You seem to be lost in woolgathering. Are you dreaming about some guy?"
Dorrie blushed crimson, which caused Matt to burst out in laughter. Obviously, she had been thinking about "some guy." She just didn't want Matt to know that he was that guy. And she especially didn't want him to know just how he had looked in the dream. She knew that Matt still thought of her as his little sister, who needed to be cuddled and protected. Well, she could certainly go for the cuddling, but she didn't feel in any need of protection. Just the opposite, her young body seemed to be crying out for ravishment.
Matt wasn't going to give up, however. "Come on Sis. I know that you're thinking about some cool dude. And I want to know what you're getting into. Tell me all about him. What's going on in your love life?"
Dorrie recovered her composure as the taunts continued. She stuck her tongue out at Matt and stated: "My love life is my concern, big brother. So just mind your own business and stay away from those hussies in Tallahassee."
In her best drill instructor imitation, Dorrie ordered him back to work. Inside, however, she was trembling. She couldn't let Matt know what she had been thinking.
But then, did Dorrie know herself what she kept thinking about? Was she just thinking about Matt's body, especially his big strong cock, just because it was the only one she had ever really seen, and just because it was so close at hand? Was she thinking of Matt as brother Matt, or as a wonderful male body who excited her tremendously? Or was she actually contemplating the joys of fucking her own brother?
Suddenly, Dorrie decided that she'd had enough of working out and watching Matt for one day. Claiming a sudden headache, she quickly left and almost ran into the shower.
Dorrie let the shower run over her trembling body for what seemed like hours. As the hot spray pelted over her shoulders and sluiced down between her tits, she forced her breathing to slow down and her body to relax. Ultimately, her emotions were under control and her troubled mind had cleared somewhat. She finally left the shower and scrubbed her body with a large towel. Lying naked on her bed, Dorrie relaxed and almost dozed off until she heard the unmistakable sounds coming from Matt's room which indicated he had entered and was starting his shower. Still, Dorrie relaxed on the bed until she heard his shower stop. Then, with quiet resolution, she slipped from her bed and took her accustomed place at the peephole. Her patience was rewarded