My name is Richard D., and I have a problem. Well, two problems to be exact. My older sister Sherri, and my mother Anne. The problem I have with them is they love to play practical jokes on me. Let me give you an example or two.
When I was fourteen I’d come home from school after football practice and was totally zonked. I went to my room and fell asleep. Unknown to me, my mother and sister were in a frisky mood, so while I slept they crept into my room and filled the palm of my hand with shaving cream. Then when one of them, I never did find out who, used a feather to tickle the end of my nose, I slapped my face. Of course you can imagine my surprise when shaving cream splattered everywhere. When I opened my eyes there they were, both doubling over with laughter. All I could do was stare in disbelief.
Another time, I think I was seventeen at the time, I’d fallen asleep sitting up on the couch. Apparently my sister thought it would be a good idea to tie my shoelaces together, then have mom scream for help. Jumping from the couch to see what was wrong I took one step and fell flat on my face. That little stunt got me a busted nose. After it healed I actually grew to like the effects it had on my face. It gave my features a rugged look, which I used to great effect against opposing teams. I never did tell them thanks.
Maybe I should tell you a little about me. I’m twenty now and play middle linebacker for our state college. That’s right, I’m one big dude. I stand nearly six-four and weigh two hundred and twenty-nine pounds. All of it pure muscle. I have reddish-blond hair which I keep short, and blue eyes. I know most of you guys will groan about this, but I was gifted with a rather impressive cock too. Nine thick inches of pussy pleasing meat. You like that ladies?
Well,that’s enough about me, let’s move on to mom and sis. Both have shoulder length fiery red hair, and slightly bluer eyes than mine. They’re both tall for being girls. Sherri stands about five-foot eight, while mom is just a tad bit taller at around five-nine. I not sure about their weight, but if I had to guess I’d say they couldn’t be much over a hundred and twenty-five pounds. Each have nice round bubble-butts and B, bordering on C-cup tits. Age wise, mom is forty-one and Sherri is twenty.
Now don’t get me wrong. I didn’t sit still for their shenanigans without striking back. But my pranks were more of a juvenile nature. Loosening of the lid on the salt shaker, itching powder in the talcum powder they both used, and things like that. Nothing serious.
There was this one time, shortly after my eighteenth birthday that will forever remain burned into my memory, however. I had slipped a fake spider onto Sherri’s pillow right before her alarm was set to go off and was waiting in the hallway outside her door ready to bust a gut. I never got to laugh at all, because she came running out of her room, screaming at the top of her lungs, completely naked. To say I was shocked is an understatement. All I could do was stand there with my jaw hanging open as my eyes took in every detail. Her breasts were high and firm, the pink nipples hard as pebbles. Lower, past one of the firmest tummy’s I’d ever seen, her pussy was totally bald. I don’t mean just hairless, no, it was as smooth as a baby’s butt. I was speechless, ready to start blubbering like a total idiot, and probably would have if the situation hadn’t gotten even worse. Mom had come running to see what was going on and she was naked too.