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by Lauren Milfinger
Published by Lot’s Cave
Sis and Her Friend, © 2018, by Lauren Milfinger
Cover by Lauren Milfinger
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All Characters In This Book Are Age 18 Or Older
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A Lot’s Cave Novel
Sis and Her Friend
I am not a porn addict. Definitely not. I hardly ever watch porn for more than fifteen minutes, maybe half an hour, at a time. And only two or three times a day. Maybe four, if I’m bored. Hell, I’m a healthy eighteen-year-old high school senior. I watch the stuff while I’m jerking off, not because I can’t live unless I’m staring at the computer screen while a cute girl sucks on an over-muscled jock’s surgically-enhanced shlong.
The truth is, I don’t have much of a social life. I’m exactly six-feet tall, but I only weigh about 148 pounds. I may be the tallest non-entity at my high school. The guy no one notices in a group. Girls don’t seem to be interested. I’m just a tallish, skinny, very ordinary-looking guy who gets average grades, tries to avoid gym class as much as possible, and will be going to State University in the fall.
I’m not involved in sports. I’m too skinny for football, get tired too quickly for track, couldn’t hit a baseball off a tee, and I’d be the first to admit that I’m too uncoordinated for basketball. I’m also too short, at least at my high school, where player heights range from six-foot-four to six-foot-eight. I’m slightly taller than average for the student body, but around the basketball team I’m just another little guy.
Girls don’t seem to notice me. Partly, this is because I’m too shy to talk to them. I can’t even say for sure that I’d notice if one of them was interested. If my grades were better, maybe I’d get some of the tutoring action. Irving Ketchum gets most of that. He’s a nebbishy-looking little squirt with the personality of whatever part Woody Allen plays in just about any movie, but he gets perfect grades in everything, and spends his evenings helping a collection of hot girls with their homework. I have the feeling he’s getting laid for his trouble.
About the only girl I’m comfortable around is my twin sister, Emme (you pronounce it “Em,” one syllable). I sometimes wonder how we could both be born at the same time. I’m very ordinary, and she’s anything but. She’s absolutely gorgeous. She has flaming red hair, a gorgeous figure, green eyes, and the sexiest voice you can imagine. Okay, she’s my twin sister, but after any trip to the beach I must admit she takes center stage in a lot of my beat-off fantasies for the next week or two. Five-foot-three and 36-22-34 can have that effect when you wrap it in a tiny bikini that just barely manages to cover enough to avoid an indecent exposure charge.
I spent a lot of time in the water on our last trip to the beach. I may be skinny and unathletic, but I do have a decent-looking cock. More than decent, really. At eleven-and-a-half-inches hard, I’d say it was in the top five percent for natural equipment. When it decides to get hard, there’s not much chance of hiding the fact if all you’re wearing is a pair of baggy swim trunks. Watching Emme in her tiny bikini was making it hard as hell, so I stayed in the water wondering if there was a way of jerking off in the surf without anyone noticing.
You might think that having a big cock would get you girls. You’d be wrong. For one thing, none of them really know about it. It’s not something you can bring up in a casual conversation, and I get so embarrassed in the gym locker room and showers that it shrinks way down, and no one would ever guess just how big it actually is. Maybe if I wandered the halls at school wearing a sign declaring “I’ve got an eleven-and-a-half-inch cock” I might get noticed. I don’t imagine it would be in a good way, though. More like a quick trip to the principal’s office and six months of detention type of notice.
I figured I was going to die a virgin at this rate. Maybe, if we decided to take another vacation in Vegas, I could cure that affliction. I was old enough now to grab a taxi out of Clark County to one of the legal brothels and get a pro to take care of breaking me in. Other than that, I didn’t have much hope.
All that changed last Saturday.
As usual, I didn’t have a date, or anything in particular to do. Mom and Dad went to bed around ten o’clock. I stayed up for another hour, watching the end of a movie with Emme. We’d seen it before, but it was always fun to watch a bunch of comic book characters save the world, so we watched all the way to the mid-credits gag scene before turning off the set and heading for our rooms.
I took care of the usual pre-bed routine. Luck was with me, and I got the bathroom first. There’s one between our rooms that we share, with doors into both bedrooms. We have the routine down after all these years. If one of us wants to use the bathroom he or she goes in there and locks the door to the other’s bedroom. When we’re done, we unlock the door. Basically, if you can open the door, you can use the bathroom.
I heard Emme rattling the knob about thirty seconds after I’d locked her door. That was followed by a muffled, “Damn,” and silence. I got on with what needed to be done, which was mostly to take a piss and brush my teeth. I guess that took about five minutes. When I was done, I unlocked her door and went back to my room, closing the door behind me.
I got rid of my clothes and flopped down on the bed. I turned on the television, turned the sound down low, and used the Bluetooth to connect the set to my laptop. I didn’t see any point in watching my porn on a fourteen-inch screen when I could watch it on a 36-inch television.
It took me a couple minutes to find I video I liked. It was a Japanese porno, but it was one of the good ones, where they didn’t throw a pixelated mosaic over everybody’s genitals. The Japanese are weird like that, but I guess if they’re exporting the video to where the censorship isn’t required they can leave it off.