MY SISTER & THE EXCHANGE STUDENT PART 1 THE RIDE
The names have been changed to protect the “not so innocent”. At the age of fourteen, I (Jake) was just coming into my own (My own hand that is). I was good looking I guess. A swimmer, I was long and muscular, and had that blond/straw hair that comes from spending endless hours in the pool. Having received height from my mother, and broad shoulders from my father, at 6’1” 185pounds, and 3.5%body fat, I was larger than most fully grown men but my experience was limited. I had messed around some, but I’d never seen a girl naked, or done much more than get all worked up, only to have to finish myself off later.
My sister Rachel (16 at the time) was very different. She seemed to have gotten my father’s height, and my mother’s build. At 5’2”, she barely came up to my shoulder. She was muscular, but petite (she couldn’t have weighed more than 85-90 pounds)and tan, albeit a fake tan, large green eyes that I always thought made her look elfish, and dirty blond hair about shoulder length although she always had it in a ponytail in one of those scrunchies so I’m mostly guessing on the length. Although we were two years apart, our birthdays fell in a way that made me one of the youngest in my class, and Rachel one of the oldest in her class. This meant we were only one grade apart in school. My parents had signed up to host an exchange student, and since they pair up exchange students with families that have children of the same age and sex, I was hoping for a guy I could get along with.
I guess I hadn’t considered how much better it could be until we got the info packet from the exchange people. It included, among other things, a picture, and a short bio. It was a girl, and oh my god, she was crazy hot. She (Lidia) was from Italy; 5’9”, black long hair, and crystal blue eyes that made me need to sit down. It also contained an e-mail address, which my sister took to get acquainted with the girl that would be her room-mate for the year. Our house was located in the suburban sprawl of Atlanta GA. A two story house, Rach and my bedrooms, and a bathroom made up the second floor; giving us privacy.
Our parent’s bedroom, an office for our father, living room, and kitchen were on the first floor, and a large family room was in the basement. The front door to our house entered the living room. The back door, in the kitchen, opened onto a patio, and led to the garage in the back yard. After a few days of finding myself creating fantasy scenarios in my head of ways I could take advantage of the opportunities of having this stunning girl living in my house, I came up with my master plan. We had 3 computers in our house; One in the family room for my parents to use, and a laptop in both my sister’s and my room. With that in mind I snuck in to my sister’s room and loaded a remote accessing program onto her computer, I loaded one on the family computer too. This let me control the other computers in the house from my computer.
It worked perfectly. Assuming the computers were on, I could use the other computers just like I was sitting in front of them. I tested the web-cam on Rachel’s computer and vwala, my sister’s bedroom on my computer screen. I went back into her room to see if her computer would show what I was doing. All that gave me away was a tiny icon next to the clock, and a LED light next to the cam along the top edge of the monitor. I took a key and busted the light, praying that Rach would think it had broken in her backpack, turned her computer back off, and went back to my room to begin the 14 day long wait for Lidia to arrive. After a week of heavy masturbation thinking of Lidia, I began to get worried.
Would my plan work? What if Rach left her computer off? What if she turned it away from the good views? What if she noticed the little icon, or the broken LED light, and uncovered my devious plan? ALL THIS ANTICIPATION COULD BE FOR NOTHING!!!
It would be like waking up Christmas day, only to realize I’m Jewish. I needed a real test. I decided to try it out and see what I could see. The next morning while Rach was in the shower, I turned on my remote program and took control of her computer. My worst fears were realized. Her laptop was closed, the screen mostly black, although I could make out a small glow at the top of the screen where light was leaking in from the edge. I was about to chalk it up as a failure to launch when I heard Rach’s door close through the webcam.
I hadn’t even thought of sound, so that was a plus, but it hardly made up for being blind. I listened for a minute, and heard her hair drier turn on. It was loud. I quickly turned off my speakers and put on my headset so as not to give away my little spy. Just as I put on my headset the screen came to life. There was my sister, very close. I could see the top of the towel she had wrapped around herself, her shoulders, and neck, and her jaw and lips for brief seconds.
She was standing up and moving around a bit, drying her hair I guessed. I hadn’t ever thought of my sister as a girl before, but weather because I couldn’t see her face so I could forget she was my sis, or because of the voyeur in me, I was instantly hard the way only a 14 year old guy can be. I watched her tan shoulders and graceful neck mesmerized. Several minutes passed, or maybe several seconds, or possibly a month, then the hair dryer turned off and she walked straight away from the computer. The towel she wore wrapped around her was short, just long enough to hide her butt, but short enough to show every inch of her lean, muscular, tan legs. She bounced a little as she walked which just teased me as I watched the towel rise almost high enough to see her ass. I realized she was walking to her closet and knew what I was about to see.
The towel dropped. There she was, hair already in a ponytail, tan all the way from the back of her neck, down to…holy shit her ass was perfect (for me anyway); tan, and well defined, with little dimples on the sides where her muscles flexed every time she bounced lightly on the balls of her feet…cute little tan feet. I saw she had ear buds in and realized she was listening to music (which explained the bouncing). She was taking down some clothes to wear. She turned clothes in hand, and I saw my first real live boobs. They were amazing to me. Round, and perky, they stood proud with no crease underneath, and little dark pink nipples the size of an eraser.
Her stomach was flat with a trace of muscle definition, and a tiny bellybutton. And there is my first pussy. Tan of course, with a small triangle of light blond hair. It was much lighter than her ponytail, so I guess she bleached it, but I had no way of knowing if that was normal or not, and I didn’t care. It was perfect. Now I talk about this as if it lasted forever, it seemed way to short a time for me. I hadn’t even gotten to get my dick out of my boxers before she walked out of the cam’s view.
It must have been only a few minutes before she came back into view, fully dressed. I cursed the shortness of it all, turned off my computer, and went to pull on some jeans, tucked my dick into the waistband (a trick I had come up with to hide my anytime hard dick). Something was wrong though, usually this worked fine but either these jeans were low or my dick was bigger than it had ever been, because when I tried to do up my jeans, the entire head was free and clear. Even though it was Saturday, I had swim practice in 25 minutes, so I didn’t have time to pound one out. I had to just put on a long baggy shirt, and hope my dick would go down soon. I went down to the kitchen to grab some orange juice and a granola bar to eat in the car. My mom was there franticly organizing papers for a house she was showing (she’s a relator).