Misc. Erotica Summer of Sisters 1

The hardest thing about living with two gorgeous stepsisters is hiding all the erections.

It would be easier if they had any shame in the house, but they both insisted on prancing around in panties and crop tops. Only pulling on shorts or a sleeved t-shirt when their mom yelled at them.

Bonnie at least wasn’t trying to tease me. The younger of the two, she’d never been a flirtatious girl. Bookish and shy, she and her friends spent most of their time at school in the library, when not hanging out in the theater. She was a beautiful and slender brunette, but growing up compared to her blonde sister, she’d convinced herself she wasn’t attractive.

Aniston, on the other hand, knew the effects she had on men. From an early age, she’d been able to command the attention of everyone in a room, simply by entering. The queen of our high-school and now of her sorority, she lived a perfect life.

Our parents eloped after a month-long affair when I was in middle school. After the honeymoon, we moved into a giant house in a new state where my dad got a job, and I found myself sharing a bathroom for the first time.

The girls ignored me those first few years, too busy with friends and high school drama to care about the kid running around ogling them. But my stepmom and I’d grown close.

My dad was a free spirit who hadn’t even married my birth mother. I don’t know how Ella got him to propose, but the marriage didn’t last long. Six months after the girls moved in, my dad moved out and got himself a one bedroom ‘love palace’. Once a week we’d go out to lunch, but that was the extent of the parenting he offered throughout high school.

My stepmom Ella became my parent during those formative years. Following up with my schoolwork and showing up at football and basketball games whenever I joined the teams.

It could have been guilt, because my dad sent us enough money she could afford not to work. But I think we were kindred spirits who found exactly what we needed in the other person. Her daughters were both strong willed and rebelling against her during high-school, and I’d never had structure or a mom.

I spent more than my fair share of night dreaming of my mom’s jaw dropping figure and high cheekbone face. But afterwards I always felt guilty and sullied for the fantasies. My dreams of golden-haired Aniston, and shy Bonnie were free of them dark emotions and I came back to them again and again.

High school was a tough time. With the drama at home, and having moved to a new state, it took me a while to find my place. I’m a good athlete, and excelled at sports, but never fit in with the jocks. The kids I met in my honors and AP classes had more in common with me and I made friends with the ‘nerds’.

It didn’t help that my stepsister was the hottest girl in school. Instead of making me popular, it made guys awkward around me and girls want nothing to do with me. If I’d been cool in Aniston’s eyes, perhaps it would have been different. They might have wanted to get close to me, to be near her. But I was a ‘nerd’ and Aniston never failed to mention it when we passed each other in the halls.

“There’s my nerdy little brother!” She would whisper and point, and her friends would add an “Ewwww!” To drive home my humiliation.

Things got easier when she graduated, and I got to know Bonnie better over her last year at school. We had the same math class and often studied together for tests. She has a sharp, inquisitive mind and a dark sense of humor that I loved, but something kept her from getting too close. I was constantly frustrated by Bonnie closing off and withdrawing from our budding friendship. Then it would take a couple of weeks before she’d begin opening once again.

Everything changed after I graduated. I’d been planning ongoing back east to school, eager to get away from this place, but then I was accepted into Stanford. The opportunity was too good to pass up, and with it only being an hour's drive away, I could come home on weekends to do laundry and food that wasn’t made in a microwave or on a hot plate.

My stepmom was ecstatic, but the girls had strange reactions.

Bonnie wouldn’t meet my eyes or speak to me after a brief congratulation. At first, I thought it was jealousy, because she’d always loved the ivy leagues. But Bonnie loved theater and her school, Cal Arts, was perfect for her.

Aniston’s reaction was even stranger.

My oldest sister paused when she learned the news from my stepmom and turned a puzzled frown on me.

“They took you Pre-Med?”

“I guess so,” I said with a shrug.

“Don’t guess,” she said, her thick, widest mouth turning down in a frown. “Know. You can’t show up cringing and simpering like you did in high school.”

“I didn’t cringe,” I said, feeling my anger awoken and a glower forming on my face.

“Good boy,” Aniston winked her long fake lashes. “Keep that BDE when you show up and you’ll be a leader. Lose it and you’ll be a loser again.”

I wanted to ask her what ‘BDE’ stood for, but she was already sweeping from the house. While my stepmom planned a party for later in the month, I lay atop my blankets, trying to stuff down my anger at Aniston. What made it all the worse was I suspected she was right.

I’d never had trouble making friends when I was younger. Being one of the more popular kids in my elementary and middle schools. Something had shifted in high school, and I hadn’t been able to reclaim my old confidence. Pushing the worries from my mind, I pulled on my trunks and went out to the pool.

There were congratulatory messages on my phone, and a friend invited me over to drink with him in celebration. The thought of drinking warm beers in his basement didn’t appeal to me, and I dove into the cool waters, letting them push back the sadness I felt at not escaping this house.

It wasn’t a bad home; in fact, it was one of the best I’d ever known. But living around Aniston and Bonnie wasn’t sustainable. I got another reminder of how impossible it was when my eldest sister returned home twenty minutes after leaving with two of her sorority sisters and beach towels. I groaned inwardly when I saw them heading out to the pool.

For a moment I thought about retreating to my room, then the anger returned, and I resolved not to let Aniston run me off like she usually did.

“Get out of here, Jake,” she said, dropping her towel over a lounge chair and untying the linen robe covering her bikini-clad body. “We’re gonna be here all afternoon and I don’t want you eavesdropping when we talk about shit.”

“No,” I said, smirking as I climbed out of the pool and flopped down atop the chair my towel was on.

“It’s cool, Ani,” Laura said, flashing her friend a smile. “I have an annoying younger brother too.”

“Jake isn’t annoying,” Victoria admonished her friend, then blushed and ducked her head when Aniston made a disgusted sound in her throat.

“Don’t Vic. I don’t want to hear about it today.”

Victoria’s blush deepened and she wouldn’t meet my eyes as she laid out her towel. Victoria and Laura were common fixtures around our house. Not only did we have a pool for them to hangout by, but my mom always kept the fridge stocked with healthy foods the girls devoured like they were teenage boys.

Victoria is cute, with auburn hair, an upturned nose, rosebud shaped lips and soft, rounded cheeks. If not for her body, and charming personality, I’m not sure my sister would have elevated her to royalty within their sorority. But Victoria’s body was much discussed by not only the boys at their school, but everywhere she went.

A gym rat. She was toned but not bulky. With an ass that you could bounce a quarter off, and tits so round and firm, they looked fake but weren’t.

Laura is Victoria’s opposite in many ways.

Loud and flirty, the Latina was second only to my sister in being able to turn heads. Her black hair hung long and flowing down her back, framing a face with thick lips and large dark eyes, and hinting at darker desires. Her body was all softness, and curves, with a narrow waist, flat stomach, and a fat ass balanced against massive breasts that hung heavily.

Aniston is taller than the two, with thick, wavy blonde hair. Her torso and limbs are willow slender, and a pair of the most glorious breasts hang from her chest. Heavy and sloping, I knew from the soft shirts she wore that her areolas were puffy; the nipples inverted.

I attempted to keep this knowledge out of my head as I lay back and enjoyed the sun. Tried as well, to ignore the girl’s conversation, but that proved to be harder.​