2003-06-27
From: Casey
Comments: Average game its boring at start but it gets better towards the middle of the match pretty cool.
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Home Alone
2011-07-06
From: Casey
Comments: Yeah, well, older sisters do tend to be on the bitchy side from what I gather, but my sister Teri was a rather delightful exception. She was just nice, always nice, even to a pretty dorky and very shy little brother. She took it as her duty to kind of look out for me and to help me through the tough times that come with adolescence, especially for the less-than-popular such as myself. Anyway, like most every fourteen year old boy on Earth, I was no stranger to masturbation and, like most every male of any age, I often found that tasteful nude photos of women, such as those found in Hustler or Swank, helped the process out quite a bit. So, there I was, one otherwise ordinary day after school, having found myself (seemingly) alone in the house, I got out my stash of illicit porno mags (collected from friends who stole them from fathers or older brothers) and started going to town, doing what comes oh so naturally when my sister pops her head into my room to say "hi" like she always did. Well, I surprised as fuck, she was, oddly, less so. She said simply, "Oh, sorry, Case...didn't know you were reading" and then left as if I had just been reading. I was kind of mortified, actually, that she had caught me. I was always a very private person, even then, and outwardly extremely shy about anything sexual in nature, so much so that Teri later told me that she thought I might be gay. Whether or not the average seventeen year old girl's gaydar is all that finely tuned is really beside the point, what mattered now is that Teri knew, from catching me in perhaps the most private moment imaginable, that I did, indeed, like girls and that I sure as hell liked looking at girl parts. What a mean older sister would do with such information, I do not know, but what my nice older sister did was, at the same time, both nice and quite frustrating. Amazingly outgoing by nature anyway, Teri combined this with her newfound knowledge of my little brother perviness and took any and every opportunity (within reason) to flash her goodies to me. The first time was at the dinner table. I dropped my fork on the floor and bent down under the table to pick it up. As I did, Teri nudged my hand with her foot to get my attention. I was about to utter a protest when I glanced up and saw that she had pulled her shorts and panties to one side giving me a pretty clear look at her pussy for a second or two. "You find it?" she asked with an obvious (to me) double meaning as our parents sat eating, barely noticing the exchange. I managed a meek, "yeah" that, by virtue of my tone, told her that the fork was not what either of us were talking about. I asked her after dinner why she did it, not content for some reason to not look a gift horse (or whatever) in the mouth. She just said that she thought I would "get a kick" out of it and that, while she knew I liked looking at that kind of thing, I shouldn't get fixated on pictures in magazines, that "real" ones aren't all shaved and splayed out like an open book. Sure enough, in the rather poor lighting beneath our table, her "real" one was quite hairy with just the faintest outline of her inner labia visible beneath her bush; just the slightest hint of pink flesh under reddish-brown hair. Still not fully understanding why she would do it, but now sensible enough (from a male perspective) to no longer really care, I told her "thank you" and added, with an uncharacteristic boldness, that "it" was really beautiful. She said "thanks" and went about her business as if I had commented on something trivial like "hey, sis, like what you've done with your hair" (no wonder she thought I was gay). In any event, this was far from the last time that Teri would tease her little brother this way, and it certainly wasn't the best or most exciting or revealing, but the first time will always be the most special in my mind. We never did anything like touch each other. For her it was just a flirty little game she played with her shy but horny little brother. For me it was, quite simply, a chance to see a real pussy years before most of my friends. Sure, I couldn't really do anything to it, with it, on it, or in it, but I'll never regret my sister's boldness and unusual kindness towards me. It was often frustrating, though....
Rating: n/a
California Games
2011-07-06
From: Casey
Comments: Well, if they have sons, I think all moms come to terms with masturbation on some level. My mom was understanding to the point that she realized that I was going to do it no matter what. She neither approved of, or disapproved of, my masturbation, she just accepted it as one accepts that the Sun will rise in the morning and set in the evening. In fact, she was fairly open about such matters with me, telling me that it was natural and that everybody does it, those exact words, no doubt, to be found in some book on parenting she had read. I say this because I always got the impression that for all her acceptance of my masturbation, she didn't really like that I was doing it. At the time I thought she was just a prude or a stick-in-the-mud or simply old-fashioned, but now I realize that her difficulty with the subject stemmed less from the act itself than from the result of the act, namely my semen. I doubt that a day ever went by without her finding, through her motherly duties, some evidence of my jerking off. Stained sheets, excessive tissue consumption, even the occasional gentleman's magazine. Hell, when she put away my clean socks and underwear she was likely confronted with the crusty old rag I used at night to clean up my cum. Actually, there's no "likely" about it. She flat out told me one day that she wouldn't wash it, not just with the other laundry, but at all. I either had to wash it myself or throw "that thing" away. I switched to a sock after that episode thinking that I could sneak them into the laundry with her being none the wiser. Who knew that she turned the socks inside out before washing them? Well, it wasn't long before she confronted me with a sock I had been so using and I was told that she would not be washing it either and not to use my "good" socks if I had to "do that". What is odd, though, is that she never said anything about my sheets and their stains. She changed them every two weeks and by that time they usually looked like some abstract painting. Rag? No. Sock? No. Sheets covered with whitish streaks? Okay, I guess. Regardless, I can't imagine what she would have thought about me using a pair of her panties instead of that rag, but I think it would have involved shipping me off to military school or perhaps an exorcism, something like that. She did walk in on me one day, however. She caught me standing naked in front of my bed, dick in hand, with my trusty rag in front of me and with a Victoria's Secret catalog open and next to it. I should say HER Victoria's Secret Catalog because she marched over and grabbed it up from the bed accompanied by a rather sharp, "it is NOT to be used for that!" with the tone she used for the word "that" being almost impossible for me to describe. Then, with a quick glance at the rag, she realized that, for better or for worse (I think worse), I had just finished using the catalog for "that". She let out a disgusted sort of sigh and followed it with, "who'd have thought you'd have any left" and, noticing that in my shock I was still, uh, holding on to myself, mom said, "you're done, might as well put it away" and then left. I offered a halfhearted "sorry, Mom" and got a stern, "alright, get cleaned up for dinner" in reply from the end of the hallway. She never brought it up again and I stayed away from any lingerie catalogs from that point on. I also decided to use Kleenex for most all of my cleaning up.
Rating: n/a
Super Tennis
2003-06-27
From: Casey
Comments: Average game its boring at start but it gets better towards the middle of the match pretty cool.
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