FIRST SEMESTER, SENIOR YEAR (September 1997)

“David? Is that you?"

“Yeah, mom," I answered in a flat monotone. Inside, I was jumping up and down for joy. What? You think I'd Let my mom know how I really felt inside? C'mon, I'm still a teenager.

Without another word, I passed through the kitchen and continued to the stairs. My mother had long stopped trying to ask me about my day. But this day? With a Little more effort, she might have actually gotten me to crack some emotion.

It was the very Thursday night that Monica had told me she would have sex with me on Prom night. I was totally on Cloud 9 and almost whistling to myself as I imagined what positions we would try and in what order I would remove Monica's prom dress and lingerie. I practically floated up to my bedroom.

“What's got you in such a good mood?"

I froze in my tracks. The voice was sultry, smokily seductive and oh-so-perfect. It was a voice I had memorized in my mind, and I almost sprouted wood just from hearing it. My head alone rotated to the left before my eyes went wide.

Comfortably casual in her near-nudity, Cherys stood in the hallway wearing nothing but a white towel. Her still damp hair hung back and clung to her scalp, her trademark wry grin on her lips as she cocked her head to the side and looked at me. I couldn't help but notice how the cloth was tied-off between her breasts and barely extended low enough to cover her pussy.

It wasn't the first time I'd seen her like this, and it wouldn't be the last. I knew from past experience that the towel would not completely cover her ass, and if she turned around I would be treated to the smiley-face Lower curves of each cheek.

“You got a tongue or you just going to stare at me?" There was a tease in her voice now.

I picked my jaw up off the floor and then realized my goofy grin had not gone away. Sheepishly, I stared at the floor and muttered an, “Aw, nothing."

I could feel my ears turning red. Only one woman could ever affect me this way, and she was standing right in front of me. I was a good-looking kid with a lot of confidence, and around school I strutted as if I owned the place. No high school ‘girl’ could ever break my poised demeanor. But one look and a teasing word from this goddess and

I just melted. For some reason I felt like I was only four feet tall.

Cherys smiled knowingly and then strode across the hall and into my sister's bedroom.

I Let out a Long sigh and Let my shoulders sag. Monica had swallowed my load only twenty minutes ago. But I was hard again and a fresh encounter with my dream girl was about to cause a sticky mess and require a new box of tissues.

I was just about to go into my bedroom when the bathroom door popped open again. Automatically, I paused to Look and then out came Danielle, my sister. Ordinarily, I wouldn't have paid her any mind and just continued to my room to unwind and jerk off to my latest

Cherys-fantasy.

But right now I was primed to blow, my body saturated with hormonal excitement, and the sight of another half-naked girl was enough to arrest my attention. Just two inches shorter than my 6'1", Danielle was a very pretty girl in her own right, a green-eyed dirty blonde with a wonderfully toned body. Her tits pushed out the towel just right and her willowy figure turned heads up and down the streets.

A part of my mind reared up and began flashing warning signs into the back of my brain: **She's your fucking SISTER! Look away! Look away!

Danger! Danger! #*

For the first 30 seconds or so, my eyes and my jaw refused to acknowledge the signals. I drank in every curve, hidden by the terrycloth and yet revealed with conscious knowledge that bare flesh lay along a parallel path only millimeters beneath the surface. I followed the traces of her long, bare legs upwards (and up... and up...) until they disappeared into that hateful fabric.

But then her voice cut in and the illusion of ‘beautiful girl’ was shattered in favor of the 'big sister' reality. "Hey!" Danielle reached out and snapped her fingers in front of my face.

“Wake up!"

I came to my senses, but still stood there silently with a dazed expression on my face. A giggle floated across the hall from my sister's bedroom. Danielle turned and then sighed, “Cherys has been messing with you again, hasn't she?"

Like a robot, I nodded automatically.