He had often sneaked into her room to smell the sweet smells of a girl; just the mix of perfume, talc and hairspray sent him into a daze. Occasionally when he knew he was alone in the house he would find a piece of her underwear and caress it to his skin; feeling the silky softness. James had even been known to sneak a pair of Tabby's dirty panties back to his room to masturbate with.
At first Tabby had been really annoyed with her parents. They had insisted that she stay at the house all weekend to make sure that her little brother didn't get into any trouble. It was all very well for them going away for a long weekend as a sort of second honeymoon. But Tabby was a dutiful daughter and so she agreed to be babysitter.
The decision was made easier when Tabby's Mom agreed to let her friends come over to stay. That would make the weekend fun. Her friends the Bradley twins, Jenna and Krista and the fourth member of the group Lana. They were well known as the College Four a few years back. Four of the most gorgeous women on campus, and all friends together. Jenna and Krista were identical twins with long straight blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes. Some of the boys called them the Barbie twins. Lana was tall and dark like Tabby, but she kept her hair short. It was Lana's smile that captivated, those bright white teeth and the cheeky look she gave.
Tabby's folks had no problem with this request. They had known the other girls for a long time now and trusted them as responsible adults. The twins were 21 and Lana 22. There would be no trouble from these girls. Even Tabby planned a low-key weekend of mall visits and sunbathing. It would be a fun girls-only weekend, except for brother James. The play station and television would keep him busy.
So the girls arrived after work on Friday, and Tabby's parents drove off knowing their house and youngest son would be safely cared for. Tabby's Dad was envious of his young son being left in the company of such a range of pure sexual beauty.
James sat in the lounge watching the television as he listened to the four girls laughing and giggling in the family room next door. How could girls that age act so stupid he thought as their voices interrupted his watching? The more the sound of their whispers and laughter infiltrated his head the more he found himself drifting away from the television.
He could picture them. Jenna in the little sexy black dress with thin shoulder straps that revealed a pink bra strap every now and then. Her sister, Krista, in a plain white blouse that stretched over her large breasts. And Lana, the dark haired nymph in a short denim skirt and red tank top. Tabby herself wore a pair of tight fitting jeans and a black t-shirt, her dark hair falling about her shoulders.
As the noise grew to replace the television James felt his hand stray to his crotch, his cock rising as his thoughts turned from one sexy girl to another. This was going to be a weekend to remember. He let his hand rub across the soft nob of his head, squeezing out a little cum through his pants.
"Hi James."
The voice startled him and he sat upright in the chair. It was Krista standing over him, staring down at the young boy with a broad grin. Her sweet perfume filled the air.
"Oh…ah…hi," James stuttered.
"Tabby has ordered in some pizza for us," the tall blonde said, her eyes looking almost directly at his crotch. "Shall we call you when it arrives?"
"Um…yes…that would be great," he said, shyly pulling his hand away from his pants.
"Cool," Krista said, standing upright again. "Hope you are enjoying yourself. You could always come and join us girls if you want?"
"No, it's ok, I think I should stay out of your way," James smiled back. He could feel his face going red. "Just give me a call when you're ready."
Krista giggled as she left the room. His eyes followed the 21-year-old as she left the room. He noted how her round butt swayed and how much it showed through the tight pants she wore. There was no sign of a panty-line showing in the fine cotton. His cock twitched a little.
Somehow he managed to pull his attention back to the television. He knew he was going to be giving his cock a hard workout later after they had all gone to bed.
He heard the doorbell ring a short time later and figured the pizza delivery had arrived. James didn't move. The sound of heels on the slate entrance hall confirmed that one of the girls had answered the door. Muffled female voices came from the kitchen as James continued to watch the television.
"Here you are," it was Jenna's voice.
James looked up at the sexy blonde who was holding a plate of fresh pizza in one hand and a can of Coke in the other. His eyes scanned her lovely 36C chest, admiring how the tight black dress hugged her body so well. The pink bra strap had slipped part way down her arm as she lent forward to offer James his dinner.
"Wow, room service," James laughed taking the plate and sitting more upright in his chair. All the time his eyes stared at those wonderful breasts.
"Now, now, James, don't get too comfortable. We're not your slaves remember," the blonde said with a wink and a smile. "You get to clean up, ok?"
"Sure thing ma'am," he grinned back. His eyes followed her butt as she strolled slowly toward the door. It wobbled a little, as though she wasn't used to walking on the high heels she wore. Then she was gone.
Quickly he ate the pizza, watching his television show. His mind gradually wandered away from the sexy foursome he was sharing the house and weekend with and back to the re-run of Star Trek he was watching. The pizza was good and the Coke refreshing and his cock slowly deflated.
"Finished?" This time it was Lana's voice that startled him. "Can I take your plate?"
"Oh…um…" he looked up and then down at the plate and then up at the transformed Lana. She was no longer dressed as she was when she arrived, at least not entirely the same. The little denim skirt was still there, but the bottom two brass buttons were undone now, showing off her long tanned legs as she walked. The red tank top was gone as well, replaced by a blue denim jacket, left undone, and a red lace bra underneath, fully exposed for all to see.
His jaw dropped as he stared at the dark-haired beauty. His cock seemed to spring back to life without any prompting. He felt his breathing change and a dryness filled his mouth.
"Oh...yeah…thanks Lana," he half stuttered. His eyes never left her chest as Lana lent forward to take the plate. The denim jacket fell open and her small firm breasts were presented to him, wrapped in the red lace of the bra. He gulped. Her nipples were clearly visible through the red lace, hard and round against the delicate fabric.
"I hope you enjoyed it," she said with a big smile, flashing her perfect white teeth behind the deep, moist red lips. "Is there anything else you need?"
She seemed to be lingering, letting him soak in the image of this slim, sexy figure bent over him, her cute little butt stuck in the air, her milk white thighs exposed in the break of her skirt and those breasts, just a short arm length away.
James cleared his throat. "Um…no…I will be fine…thanks." His face went red and tried to pull his gaze away. He took a sip of the Coke, not sure what to say or do. All he hoped was that she hadn't noticed the growing bulge in his pants.
Lana just grinned as she stood and turned. He let his gaze follow her to the door.
The television had become irrelevant to him now. It played in the background as his mind drifting between the twins and Lana. There was no going back now, he would have to go to his room soon and tug on his cock until he relieved the pressure. That wouldn't take long with the thoughts that were going through his young mind, in fact there was a danger of him spilling his load right there in his pants.
"Well, are you going to come and give me a hand or not?" It was big sister Tabby's voice. The tall brunette was standing in the door to the kitchen. The same one that Lana had taken his plate through moments before. "We can't leave these dishes for our guests to do you know." "Oh…oh…ok," he stuttered, his dream shattering as he jumped up. Then he remembered his hard-on and tried to cover the obvious bulge with a hand.
He waited until she had walked into the kitchen and then followed, hoping it would shrink before he had to confront those four lovely bodies again. It hadn't, but the three visitors weren't in the kitchen anyway. Only Tabby waited for him. He looked up at his sister and wished she wasn't his sister. She looked stunning, she always did.
"You wash, I'll dry and put away," she commanded pointing to the sink full of foaming water.
"Um…fine," James said quietly, hoping Tabby wouldn't comment on his obvious state.
At least the bench would hide it and he could flee to his room straight after the job. There weren't many dishes, just a few plates, a couple of knives and wine glasses. The girls had obviously been enjoying a bottle with their pizza. He started scrubbing the plates.
As he washed, tabby stepped up behind him, her body close to his, almost touching. She was very tall, much taller than James. As the first plate emerged from the sink she lent down over his shoulder to take it from him. Her firm 34B breasts brushed his shoulder sending a shiver through the 18-year-old. Her perfume engulfed him in its sweet fragrance.
"What have you got planned for tomorrow?" Tabby asked innocently as she stepped back with the plate.
"Oh, nothing much. I thought I would hang out here tomorrow," James said. "If that's ok."
"Sure. I just thought you would want to get out with your buddies," tabby said. "Make the most of Mom and Dad being away. We're all going to the mall tomorrow morning but we will be back after lunch I think."
"Sure sis. Robert is away with his folks tomorrow, his Grandma's birthday or something and the others all have things on so I'm by myself."
"That's too bad. Want to come to the mall with us?"
"No that's ok, I'll just hang out here."
The dishes proceeded with Tabby draping herself over James every chance she got, bumping into him or waiting to catch his glance to bend to lower cupboards. James had never known his sister to be so overtly sexy before, not towards him.