Innocent Sister Requests Donations

NOTE ---- All naughty activities in this story are completed by people 18 years of age and older. No pets were harmed with the writing of this story. A big thank you to "Snookered" for editing duties.

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Attending my sister's wedding last week end I had to smile. She was so beautiful. She floated above the assembled celebrants as she walked the aisle. It was a wonderful occasion.

My smile was for that wonderful day, but also just a snapshot of my mind going back years. Back to a simpler time when kids were kids and learned more about life each and every day. A blast from the past remembrance.

Thinking back to the year that Courtney turned 18, I could not help but think about some of the nights that my lovely sister made unforgettable, as well as equally bedazzling several friends.

You see, back then, the guys would have a weekly poker game at one of our houses. Basically, there were five players, but we alternated the game between four houses as one of our players parents refused to allow "gambling" in their home. Oh well, no big deal.

We'd play poker at my place once a month, either on the dining room table if my parents were out for the night or in the basement if they were on hand. We'd munch on popcorn and wet things down with soda. No beer. Just kids in our late teens playing penny ante cards.

The guys always loved it when Courtney would arrive home from her normal baby-sitting duties, and she'd laugh with us and graduate over time to being a waitress and make a few more bucks. We'd tip her a buck or two at the end of the nigh to thank her for various duties, like refreshing sodas or replacing snacks.

I should mention my friends always wanted to date my 18-year-old sister, but she wasn't into it. She had a couple guys who she'd go to movies or lunch with, and she knew better that accept a date from one of my buddies as she'd lose the ability to joke with us and just be a friendly teenager.

Courtney would joke with the guys about their first year of college and the chasing of college girls. But also wanted to know about studying, difficulty of classes and everyday campus life. Her big goal was to get a car, but finances around the house were such that our father could come up with a small down payment but she was responsible for anything above that number.

To build a bankroll Courtney did odd jobs around the neighborhood, served food at a local restaurant, baby sat, and saved everything she could. Despite the savings she still only had cash for a non-reliable POS junker. So, she saved and saved some more. She had a great personality, a very fine ass and nice, pert 32B tits. She could be provocative yet demure. So, she never found difficulty in getting a basic job.

Which brought us to the night the week of her birthday when she busted into our poker game -- ok, she merely walked into the room --- and after some pleasantries she sat to the side and watched our play.

It was a time for smiles, eye raising and innuendo. She could give and she could take.

Somewhere along the line Tom said to Courtney, "Hey honey, get me a soda."

Courtney smiled, shook her head letting her long brunette hair flair to and for, and went to the kitchen and got the drink. She came back into the room and presented Tom the drink with a flair. "Oh sir, here's your drink."

Tom smiled, reached into the pot, and pulled out a dollar bill. He made a production of slipping it under the belt that surrounded her dress' midsection.

"Ohh, thank you sir."

Okay, not Oscar worthy, but the scene was funny and each of the guys started kidding about her taking the dollar. Charlie mentioned it looked as if Courtney knew how to get those bucks and wondered if she worked at Savanah's -- a local strip club.

"You wish," said my sister.

In any event the little back and forth brightened our night. Later, after the guys had left and Courtney and I were talking, she asked if it was inappropriate for her taking the seven dollar bills by the end of the night from the guys. I told her she was providing a service, got some tips, and deserved them.

The next week saw each of the poker playing friends joke with me about Courtney, and I firmly insisted she was off limits.

In any event, two weeks later it was Kenny's turn to host but couldn't as his parents were having a party, so I volunteered to host our weekly game. My parents were on a "date" that night, but we played in the basement just because.

The game was going well but got better when Courtney came downstairs to greet one and all, smiling and talking about a cheer event coming up the next night. The guys all said Courtney and her teammates were great and would win, and that led to Kenny asking if we could see Courtney modeling her cheerleading outfit. After a little cajoling she agreed.

She went to her room, changed, and soon she was back downstairs, spinning and turning and jumping in the basement while the guys, me too, ogled her look, outfit and cheering.

Along the way Tom mentioned he'd dropped something by the stairs and asked my sister if she could get it for him. She went over, bent over, and I realized what was going on. Tom knew her bending over would put her behind and bright red panties on display. We all were riveted to her butt until she realized what was going on.

"You guys are such juvenile pigs," said Courtney, smoothing down her skirt. "But harmless oikers!"

Innuendo followed, and Courtney did her waitress thing and began collecting dollar bills for her efforts. She looked so very sexy in her cheerleader outfit and brought a smile to each of us guys as she'd work the crowd.

Along the way Kenny pushed the envelope. "Hey Courtney, I know you need more cash for your car, and wonder what you'd do for a donation."

My sister went with the flow, and said "Not much. I'm not that kind of girl. You will have to go down to South Street for a hoe."

We all laughed. Kenny came right back, though. "No, no, no. I know you are a good girl. I know you wouldn't do bad stuff. I was just wondering if you'd allow us to see your backside sans panties for a peekaboo view for a minute. You know, just show us that wonderful ass. I'd throw in ten bucks for that and think others would to..."

Courtney shook her head no, but after some back and forth did wonder out loud, "no touching just looking?"

"Yup" came the response for the assembled group of horny guys.

With that she directed us to place our chairs about ten feet from the stairwell. All lights were turned on, and the girl insisted no touching, no pictures, and no talking about this outside the room. We all agreed.

We moved then took our seats, and then Courtney danced around in front of us. She wiggled and did some of her cheer routine. Then, as we all stared, turned and bent over the steps. Her skirt covered her goodies, and she wiggled a bit more, moving that backside back and forth, teasing with some pizazz.

Reaching back, she slowly reached under her skirt and slid down her red panties. She kicked them off her feet and watched us as we egged her on. Wiggling, she grasp the sides of her skirt. There was no drum roll, but should have been as she turned toward the steps, bent slightly at the waist, and lifted the flimsy skit. Second by second, we saw more of her beautiful, sexy ass. She held the skirt above her ass while wiggling her butt, displaying perfection right before our eyes.

Bare ass! Bare teenage ass. Sweet ass of my sister right there in front of us.

Guys spit out instructions. "Wiggle that ass." "Move it girl." "Beautiful." And other such complements and requests.

Courtney continued the position for a bit, displaying her ass and exciting us guys. And then she reached back and said, "show's over" and returned her panties to their proper position. Then to our dismay, dropped her skirt.

When she turned around; she was totally red in the face, eyes to the floor, and head upstairs. When she returned the room was in total silence, until Ken broke the silence with a "thank you, Courtney. That was simply wonderful."

We'd taken up a collection while she was upstairs, and Ken handed the girl $100 insisting it was a tip and nothing more. "This never happened," said the guy, embarrassed and excited at the same time. "You are wonderful Courtney. Thank you. You made our night."

All was well, he said the right things, and after the guys left Courtney and I spoke for a bit.

"I can't believe I did that" said my blushing sister.

"Did what sis? We just were playing cards."

We laughed and I reminded her it was our little secret. The guys know not to say anything, because I'd kick their ass and deny it happened. "But I'm thinking each of the guys will be, uh, remembering tonight when they go to bed."

Courtney asked if I'd feel the same, maybe even jerking off to her. Admitting I'd be replaying the activities of the night, she admitted she would be too.

The next week each of the guys wanted to have another poker party at our house. But all spoke respectfully of Courtney. Tom said it best. "She's our friend, your sister, and while she's beautiful we'd never break our bond as friends."

The following week each guy admitted that the game that game night just wasn't a great as the night at my house. I said don't expect the show next time at my place, and the game went on from there. Along the way we all spoke about how none of us had yet to have sex, getting only to second and third base with our dates. We wondered what base Courtney had allowed Zach, her current beau, to reach.

It was a quest, finding out, that each of us had. I was pretty sure my sister was a virgin, but who really knew except her and the guy she was with. Still, I believed she was chaste.

The next time at our house the guys were disappointed my sister wasn't on hand, as she was babysitting down the street.

But the night brightened around 10 when we heard the door close upstairs. A few minutes later Courtney came downstairs looking adorable.

Small talk ensued as the game continued for a while until it was time for a break. We asked how Courtney's quest for a car continued, and she said our donations and commitment for dad to match her earnings was great news.

"I'm hoping to get a 2015 Mustang and I'm closing in on buying outright one from a guy in Vineland," said Courtney, pointing out dad was having a mechanic check it out. "I'm within spitting distance of paying for me."

We sat around and talked about cars, school and eventually dating. You guessed it, Ken popped the question. "Are you a virgin?" he asked Courtney.

Aghast, my sister replied he should mind his own business.

The back and forth continued, until Courtney said she'd answer his question but wanted some cash to discuss such naughty topics.

We immediately agreed and threw cash into the pot for her.

It was time for five questions, with each of us guys getting one.

Tom asked, "Have you had sex? Are you a virgin?" Courtney replied "yes".

Ken asked if she'd given a blow job. Courtney replied, "No, but with an explanation."

Clark wanted clarification of the explanation. "Well, I have not sucked on a dick, but I did lick one a couple times. More than once. He jerked off after that and I watched."

The guys loved her innocence. Mark followed up with his question: "Have your felt a dick and jerked it off to completion. And if so, more than once?"

My sister looked around the room, smiled, and said, "Yes, on several occasions. And I will agree that's one question, but yes, different guys...at different times."

Damn, learned something new every day.

My turn, and I went in for the kill. "Well, sis, how often do you masturbate, and what do you use to help you along?"

My sister shook her head. "I got hoodwinked here, because I think there were three questions there. But because you guys are so very nice, I will answer, but, before I do, I want each of you guys to give it up and let all of us know how much you guys jerk off and who the last fantasy was with."

That was an uh oh, as some of the guys immediately agreed to respond but a couple didn't. It took some cajoling, but the final answer was we'd all tell our tales.

Tom said he does it 3 or 4 times a week, and the last girl he fantasized to was Missy Gardener, another cheerleader who is blonde and with a chest that didn't end.

Ken admitted he jerked off nearly every night. He said his last image was of Courtney, who he said was bent over the basement stairs when he entered her from behind.

"OMG Kenny, don't you dare..." said my sister. "Oh my, that's so very bad."

Clark was next, and he said about 4 times a week, and his last image was of Mrs. Nace, his high school math teacher. "She gets in my mind regularly. When she would wear that flared pleated skirt, I could not get her image out of my mind."

Mark claimed Courtney was the last girl he fantasized about, and that he did it 4 times a week on average.

All eyes were on me.

At first, I said "pass," but everyone including my sister nixed that response. I came clean. "I do it every other night, usually, or sometimes in the morning when I wake up with wood. The last time, well, it was getting a blow job by the lake and train tracks, when Beverly Johnson was doing it and we were observed by the engineer."

There, I said it. But I added I never thought of my sister...much.

"What..." asked several at once.

Shaking my head, I mentioned that sometimes I thought about my sister, and catching her masturbating, and getting off while watching her.

Even Courtney was a little put back by that thought. "I better make sure my shades are drawn and my door is looked laughed the girl.

That set up Courtney's revelation.

"Well I do the deed a couple times a week," said my sister. "I normally start off with a nice long warm bath. I relax, and while in there I think about naughty situations. I think of myself as a voyeur sometimes, and other times making love with different guys, not just one fantasy but several. Not at once, but several different guys.

"After the bath I will get on the bed or in a comfy bean bag in my room and turn off the lights. I'm relaxed, and slowly stroke my body working way down there. You know, between my legs. Sometimes it will be my fingers doing the work, but I do have a small vibrator that I might use. And, before you ask, yes, I've used a banana a couple times. Very innocent. Masturbate until I'm satisfied."

The room was silent. The guys marveled about Courtney's admission. She had her eyes closed, apparently thinking about the topic.

Kenny broke up the frivolity. "Whose deal is it."

Boos and heckled followed. And we all laughed. We broke for drinks, and Courtney brought in freshly popped popcorn and it was as if we hadn't been talking about naughty things.

We spoke about the Mustang, and how close my sister was to her goal. She said within the month, because while she could almost buy today there were some things that would have to be done to ensure it wouldn't be dangerous. "It needs new back brakes so I need them to be taken care of as soon as I buy it. He's figured that into the price, so I'm almost there."

In the kitchen Tom asked if I thought Courtney would do a replay of her ass baring. I didn't know, but thought it wouldn't hurt to ask.

And so, when we were all sitting around, Tom posed the question.

Courtney considered. The answer took a while in coming. Finally, she asked that we agree to never, ever let what she said get out of the room. "How about this. I do a replay of that display of a couple weeks ago? And, if you want, you can, well, you know, jerk off and spew your stuff onto my ass? No touching, other than the sticky stuff hitting me, but bust your nut in front of your friends and let it pool onto my ass? And you guys will be generous to help me hit my goal?"

The silence was deafening. To a guy we couldn't believe it. There was muttering. Near groaning. But in seconds, unanimous approval.

Courtney slipped upstairs to change outfits, while we all shook and agreed this never happened. That it wasn't gay watching each of us jerk off. That we'd each double what we donated a few weeks back. We moved the chairs into position and awaited my sister's return.

She came back and sat in front of the circle and we all talked like the friends we were. We all agreed this was our own little secret, and that nothing would be expected down the road. With that, Tom asked that the show begin!

Courtney smiled, took a deep breath, and moved her chair out of the way. She danced around a little by herself, then danced with each of us for a minute or so each. And then, it was time for the main event.

Everyone was so excited. Nobody but me noticed she'd set down a glass with a nail file in it. Also, in it was a small tube of lube. There was a little bit of liquid in it, maybe a leftover drink. She looked at each of us separately. "Okay boys, you can direct me, but no touching, No way, no how," said my sister. "Drop your pants."

To a guy we dropped our pants and stood there in our underwear. Courtney stared intently at the assembled bunch, smiling. "Let's see what you have there."

Boxers and briefs slid down our legs and were kicked off. We sported various stages of erections, from just a little bit of chubby from Tom to Ken and his full blown hard on.

Courtney mentioned the lube, and that we were welcome to stroke some onto our dicks. We passed around the slime and rubbed our cocks.

My sister knew what she was doing. "I love the sight of those big cocks," said Courtney, pushing up or egos. "Stroke those cocks, boys, check this teenage ass."

Through the show Courtney wiggled, then moved her midsection back and forth to simulate fucking. We saw her finger appear underneath as she rubbed her pussy in time to the faux fucking. It was amazingly hot. It was if we had our personal porn star performing for us. Savanah's couldn't have anyone hotter on their main stage.

Ken was first to get to the front of the line, stroking his dick and closing his eyes. Starting slowly, soon he advanced to stroking his cock like no tomorrow. Soon he was cumming on Courtney's ass (and back). He let out with several volleys of hot male sauce, coating my sister's ass with a glaze that brought a grunt from Clark, who bullied his way into position and stroked his cock until it spews a copious clump of cum onto the beautiful white ass below him.

As each guy completed his actions, they moved back but kept Courtney's ass in sight, glued to her movements and acceptance of the bukkake like act. Mark was next and it took only a minute or so for him to shoot his load. The cum was pooling on Courtney's ass.

At this point Courtney turned toward me and asked for me to do her a favor. "I want to remember this, so get the glass and use the file to move the cum into the glass. Please. Don't lose any."

Doing as instructed, I slid the sticky sauce into the glass before Tom bullied his way past me and stroked his cock to the movement of my sister's ass. It didn't take much longer before he fired his load onto her ass. That left me as the final depositor, and at this point I was more than ready to orgasm. Courtney purred me on, telling me to fuck her ass in a fantasy way. That sent me over the top and I shot my stuff all over her ass, mingling with the cum of my friends.

Breathing hard, I used the nail file again to remove the cum from her ass and deposit it into her cup. To a guy we thought she might take the cup to her lips and swallow the slimy stuff, but she merely pulled up her panties, dropped her skirt and thanked us. She went upstairs as I collect the donations for her car fund.

We all were near speechless at the night's activities, and stood pantless before the embarrassment set in. All quickly dressed, and soon we were presentable. When Courtney reappeared, it was as if nothing had happened, although she was coy at what happened to our releases. Courtney quietly said she'd be using our cum on her tits when she masturbated. Problem solved.