My Tree House

Fbailey story number 410


My Tree House


When we were younger my father bought an old farm and he converted one of the extra bedrooms into a playroom for my sister and her doll collection. Whenever I played in there with her it was under her rules. The only reason that I would play with her was because Mom kept her well supplied with Oreo Cookies and bottles of Pepsi. I was pretty sure that Mom did that so that I would play with my sister.

Dad also built me a really nice tree house up the woods and high up in the top of three trees. It was triangular in shape and the one side had a nice view back at the house, barn, and fields. I kept a pair of binoculars up there along with everything a teenage boy would need including a sleeping bag and some adult magazines that I had ‘found.’

At the time I was fifteen years old and my sister Kate had just turned thirteen years old. We were out of school for the summer and could get our chores done in an hour or so, so that the rest of the day was ours.

Over the winter I had become pretty good at jerking off and once I found Dad’s old stash of skin magazines I had plenty to do, all by myself.

Kate kept trying to get me to play dolls and house with her but I had more important things to do, like jerk off to pictures of naked women.

One hot day Mom and Kate were running around the farm wearing just their bikinis. Neither one of them had done that in the past so it was different to see. Mom was pretty well endowed as Dad called it. That meant that she had big tits. She looked almost as good as the women in my magazines and that got me to thinking about her when I jerked off.

However, I realized that day that my little sister had tits too. They were small but they were growing. Dad always told Kate that her tits would be as big as her mother’s tits someday.

Their bikinis were brand new because they had just gone shopping the day before and it was my first look at them in them. Mom’s bikini was bright orange and sexy. Her ass was covered pretty well as was her pussy but the strings at the sides were pulled up very high. Mom called it a French cut. The top covered most of her breasts and had strings around her back and neck. She looked very nice and had just a slight belly that she complained about. Her hair was up in a bun and she was going out in the backyard to sunbathe.

Kate had on a little pink number that was a whole lot smaller than Mom’s suite. It was sort of the same style but it didn’t cover as much in the front, back, or top as Mom’s did.