The exact same seven of us had three other sleepovers so far that summer. We had all just graduated high school. We were all 18 years old, except Mattie, who was 19. We were all starting college in a couple of weeks. We were still all virgins. That’s where the similarities stopped. Jamique was black, the others of us were white. I was big-breasted. Embarrassingly so. June was the exact opposite, practically flat as a board. Mary was Mexican. Kate was as skinny as a rail, while Sarah weighted, well, let’s say quite a bit.
The previous three sleepovers were normal enough. We talked about school, makeup, clothing, and guys. Karl, Lorie’s 20-year-old brother in particular.
This evening, we were all at Lorie’s house, and her brother was home. Tall, thin, athletic, olive-skinned, he was the picture of a young Greek god.
Her parents, on the other hand, were not at home. Her mom and dad were both nurses. Seems there was a pile-up on the freeway, so they were both called in to the emergency room, leaving all us girls alone in the house. Oh, Karl was there, but he stuck to his own room on the other side of the house.
The conversation turned quite raunchy. We voted on who would fuck Karl. All hands went up except Lorie’s. Then, she surprised us all by saying, “I’ve seen his dick.”
Naturally, we wanted details.
“He and I used to take baths together when I was 5 or 6 years old.”
“Oh,” we all said, in a collective expression of disappointment.
“Well, I wasn’t going to tell you this…” she added looking kind of sheepish. “I caught him masturbating one time. I saw everything. He has a big, hairy dick, just like you see on the Internet.”
“So what happened?” Kate wondered for all of us.
“I came into his room to borrow a pair of scissors. He was laying on top of his bed all naked. For a split-second, I didn’t notice, being focused on his desk to get the scissors. Then, I looked again, and there he was in all his glory, with his huge penis in one hand. He rapidly tried to cover himself up, but he was laying on top of the bedspread. He didn’t have anything to cover up with. He turned all red in the face, and literally couldn’t think of anything to say. I saw his mouth start to work a couple of times, but nothing came out.
“I love Karl, and wouldn’t want to cause him any embarrassment, so I thought quickly, and blurted out the first thing that comes to mind, ‘Don’t mind me, I’m just grabbing some scissors.’
“Finally, he could speak, ‘But Lorie…,’ was all he managed.
“I answered without thinking it through, ‘It’s cool. I do it all the time, too.’
“‘You do?'” he asked in a surprisingly small voice for such a big guy.”
“Now you’d think I would have left his room right away, but somehow, I didn’t. He settled down a bit, and since it just seemed natural to do so, I sat down on the edge of his bed. We talked a bit about masturbation. He was still naked, yet it didn’t seem to matter.
“I told him it would be OK to finish what he was doing. He was reluctant, but sure enough, he masturbated right there while I sat on his bed. It was the coolest thing I’ve ever seen.”
All us other girls were a gaggle of questions.
Lorie patiently answered them all. No, she didn’t masturbate for him to watch. He’s never seen her naked since they were little kids. Yes, it did make her horny.
Now, all seven of us were very horny, but didn’t have a clue what to do about it.
We were talking about sex and masturbation, to the degree we knew anything about such things.
Jamique asked the group, “What’s the most embarrassing thing for you?” probably hoping to get sexually oriented responses. And, that’s exactly what she got.
Mary was the first to answer. “My fingers. They’re brown on top, and pink on the bottom.”
All of us rushed to assure her that we found her fingers just fine, very attractive in fact.
I answered next. “My breasts. They’re too huge.”
Once again a rush of assurances.
I don’t know what came over me, but I said, “Oh, I guess they look alright when I’m wearing a bra, but without, they’re just gigantic.”
Since then, I’ve learned to love them. Boys like big breasts. But at the time, they were new to me, and just seemed ridiculously bulky.
Like all the other girls, I was wearing pajamas, but unlike the others, I was still wearing a bra underneath. I was embarrassed not to.
The girls, all continuing to assure me, suddenly went dead quiet, as Sarah suddenly took off her top, revealing her breasts. “I’ll bet they’re not bigger than these,” she said, laughing.
There was only one answer to that, horny as we all were. I whipped off my top and bra, revealing my breasts. The girls urged us to stand side by side for comparison. Whereas Sarah’s body was wider overall, her breasts were in fact a bit smaller than mine. Somehow, we got talked into standing facing each others so our nipples were touching. Exciting and unexpected electric shocks shot through my body.
Within a minute, all the other girls except June had removed their tops, everyone comparing breasts. Finally, June revealed hers also, which really were small, just little bumps with small pink nipples.
Of course we all assured her that was just fine, and that flatness had nothing to do with getting a guy and sexual satisfaction.
Jamique mentioned that we all HAD to reveal what embarrassed us, and so far only Mary and I had done so.
June filled the gap. Now topless, like all of us, she told us in a quiet voice, “Well, I like to shave down there.”
“So do I,” Jamique piped in, adding, “Look!” She pulled down her pajama bottoms, and we could she was right about that.
Seeing our shocked, yet quizzical faces, she explained. “My mom taught me about shaving. I like keeping it shaved clean.”
A mix of voices remarked, “Cool,” and “Like, amazing,” and other such comments.
Jamique added, “You should feel it. It’s like sandpaper.”
Lorie reached over and did just that, rubbing her fingertips over Jamique’s dark brown vagina. “Right, it’s rough!”
I don’t know if anyone else noticed, but Jamique shivered at Lorie’s touch.
Pretty soon, the whole group was topless and bottomless, and everyone was feeling the outside each other’s vaginas. Girls were shivering, and emitting, oohs and aahs.
Without provocation, skinny Kate announced, “The embarrassing thing for me is pussy size.”
“It looks alright,” Lorie stated.
“What I mean is I don’t think a boy could fit in there. It’s too restricted. Too narrow.”
Jamique said, “Really, I doubt that’s true. It stretches you know. Hmmm, let’s see…”
Then, without seeking permission, she simply reached over as Katie spread her legs in invitation, and pushed a finger all the way into Katie’s vagina.
Katie screamed, causing Jamique to immediately remove her finger.
“No,” Katie said, “I mean, it felt great. I screamed because that felt wonderful! Do it again.”
Jamique complied, leaving her finger in for quite a while. Then, slowly, she removed her finger which was now coated with shiny girl juice. She came back in with two fingers. Katie squirmed a bit, but you could tell she was loving it.
Meanwhile the other five girls were watching with rapt attention.
We talked about virginity a bit, and discovered that none of us had hymens left. We had all done away with those long ago through masturbation. In fact some of us, including myself, didn’t even remember having ever had a restrictive hymen.
Jamique announced, “It seems to me a guy could fit in there.”
“They’re a lot bigger than two fingers,” said the expert, Lorie, who had first hand experience seeing her brother’s penis.
“Just how big are they?” asked three girls almost in unison, causing the group to laugh.
“Well…” Lorie started.
Then, without warning, she yelled, “Karl, come in here.”
Instinctively, some of the girls grabbed their pajama bottoms in an attempt to cover themselves before Karl was expected to burst into the room.
Before anyone could really do anything, being slowed down by a combination of incomprehension and shock, Karl did open the door, and immediately closed it again.
“Karl, don’t be a jerk. Get back in here,” Lorie yelled.
Slowly the door opened. “I really shouldn’t be here. Whatever you girls are up to is none of my business… but it certainly looks like you’re having fun!”
“Karly, we, I mean the other girls, want to know how big a penis really is,” Lorie responded.
“Well, it’s about six inches long and an inch-and-a-half in diameter,” he said, moving back out and starting to close the door again.
“No…” Katie said firmly. “We want to see.”
“You told them about that time, didn’t you?” Karl asked his sister quietly.
“Well, yeah. Don’t worry, All boys, and all girls, do it.”
“But that’s private stuff.”
“Sorry.” Then she added, “But they’d love to see a real, live penis.”
“No fucking way,” he responded.
“Yes, fucking way, we want to see.”
As you can imagine that went back and forth a few times, but as it turns out, Karl was secretly bursting with enthusiasm. His penis was already hard, and straining in his pants.
So, pretending that he wasn’t going to do it, he already knew he was, and soon seemed to be worn down, and willing to comply with his sister’s request.
I won’t bore you with the details. Eventually, all the girls got to see, and touch a real live penis.
There was discussion of testing to see whether his cock would fit in Katie’s vagina, but everyone sensibly decided that still being virgins and all, that would be a bad idea. Instead, everyone took turns hugging then feeling each other’s stuff. Karl had all he could do to not ejaculate when it was decided he should momentarily rub each girl’s clit in succession. Then, it was decided they’d all take turns putting their hands around his penis and feel his balls within his scrotum.
Not every girl got the chance. The third one to put her hands on his cock and balls was his own sister, Lorie. Suddenly, his penis was spasming, and all the girls got to see a boy ejaculating.