Diane




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I was fourteen years old the first time Diane came to visit. My sister, Lisa,
had left for college that fall. She was a typical big sister, acting half the
time as if I were an unfortunate accident that should be either pitied or
ignored, and spending the other half acting as if I were her best friend. I
was actually looking forward to her visit home. The fact that Diane came along
was an added bonus.

I came home from school, and found the two of them sitting in the kitchen,
having coffee with my parents. I came in and, to my surprise, was greeted with
a big hug from Lisa. "Hey, little brother, I think I'm almost happy to see
you."

"Hey, big sister, me too," I answered.

"I'd like you to meet a friend of mine from college. Mike, this is Diane.
Diane, this is the baby brother I've been warning you about." Diane stood up
from the table, and looked at me with the most incredible pair of green eyes I
had ever seen, and I fell in love. She wasn't gorgeous, but she certainly was
very attractive, with short, blonde hair. She was very gracious, and seemed
happy to meet me. The rest of the evening went incredibly fast. I wanted to
spend all my time having her look at me with those eyes. (Hell, I wanted to
spend all my LIFE having her look at me!) After supper, we retired into the
living room. Mom and Dad had things to do, so it was just the three of us. We
talked for a while about our relative experiences in school, then settled in
to watch a movie. I was still in awe of her, and was by now very aware of her
looks. She was tall, probably as tall as Lisa, who is about 5' 10". Even
dressed as she was in jeans and sweatshirt, it was obvious that she was pretty
fit.

As we watched the movie, Lisa lay on the floor, and Diane and I sat on the
couch. At some point in the evening, Diane had kicked off her shoes and socks,
and was now barefoot. She extended her long legs and put her feet up on the
coffee table, crossing her legs at the ankles. I could hardly watch the movie,
concentrating as I was on her close proximity to me. I oh-so-casually matched
her pose, putting my feet up on the table as well. She glanced over at me and
grinned, then went back to watching the movie. I slowly and unobtrusively
maneuvered my foot so it was close to hers, and was amazed to find that her
feet were as big, or bigger, than mine. Suddenly, to my absolute
consternation, Diane leaned forward, and in one swift motion, pulled off my
sock. I didn't even have a chance to protest before she leaned back, then
placed her foot right against mine, sole-to-sole.

"Pretty big, aren't they?" she asked cheerfully. "They're even bigger than
yours."

I managed to stammer something through the sound of my heart hammering in my
ears. Lisa looked back to see what the commotion was, then shot me a look that
told me I was in deep shit. Well, in for a penny.. I thought, and very
innocently agreed.

"Yeah, I think they are. Jeez, first Lisa, now you."

Diane grinned even wider, then looked down at Lisa, who was looking at us, the
movie forgotten by all of us.

"Is that right, Lisa? Your feet are bigger than your brother's?"

Lisa looked at me, then back at Diane. She seemed to relax, realizing that
Diane wasn't pissed about the whole situation.

"Yeah," she replied, "As long as he doesn't keep growing."

She then continued. "You know, I used to be pretty paranoid about having big
feet, but then I realized that I couldn't do a damn thing about it. Now I
almost take pride in having bigger feet than any woman around."

Diane looked down at Lisa for a second.

"Well, that was before you met me, honey. D'you wear bigger than a size 11?"

Lisa started laughing. "What, do I have two foot fetishists on my hands? First
Mikey, then you! But, to answer your question, I am bigger than 11. I wear an
11 1/2!"

"No shit! No wonder you're so solid on your feet when we... C'mon, get your
foot up here and let's see!"

Lisa shook her head, but she got up and nudged me out of the way and sat down
right next to Diane, so close their hips were touching. They both brought one
leg up so it rested on their thigh and placed their feet together
sole-to-sole, just like Diane and I had. This time, though, Diane had met her
match, as Lisa's were just the smallest bit longer, though Diane pointed out
that hers were ever-so-slightly wider. I stared bug-eyed at the marvelous
sight of those two feet pressed firmly together, and almost lost it when they
began wriggling their toes together, giggling all the while.

After the movie, I said that I was bushed, and went upstairs to my bedroom. My
night wasn't over yet, though. I waited, listening by the door, and soon I
heard the girls coming upstairs. They went down the hall, and I heard the door
shut to Lisa's room.

I quickly went over to my window and quietly raised it. Carefully I removed
the screen, and stepped out onto the roof of the garage. I had done this
several times before, so I was accustomed to the darkness.

I made my way across the garage roof to the huge maple tree in our backyard.
One of the branches extended over the roof, and I was able to climb up on it,
then quickly made my way through the leaves and branches, making as little
noise as I could.

Finally I was in position. I found a notch in the branches where I could
crouch, and looked in Lisa's bedroom window.

Now, lest you think that I was a perverted little twerp who spied on my
sister, hoping for a glimpse of tit, let me set you straight. I was a
perverted little twerp who spied on my sister's SLEEPOVERS, hoping for a
glimpse of one of her friend's tits.

The view was perfect. I was looking slightly down in her window, with a
perfect view of Lisa's bed, with a glimpse of her desk behind it.

As I watched, Diane walked over and sprawled out on the bed, still (Dammit!)
fully clothed. She was talking, but I couldn't make out any words. A few
minutes later Lisa came in, wearing a bathrobe. Diane got up and disappeared
in the direction of the bathroom.

Lisa lay on the bed, staring up at the ceiling, occasionally glancing towards
the unseen bathroom. Finally, after several minutes, she sat up and smiled
towards the bathroom.

I then received the shock of my young life.

Lisa stood up and let her robe fall from her body, displaying an incredible
(naked) physique. She obviously had been doing some serious working out, since
she had definite muscles, which, by the way, made her already fine tits even
finer.

Lisa stood there until Diane appeared, just as naked, and just as buffed. As
natural as could be, the two girls met in the middle of the room, tits rubbing
against tits, as they proceeded to engage in one of the deepest, most intense
kisses I had ever seen.

I couldn't believe what I was seeing! My big sister was a lesbo! A dyke! A...
My eyes remained glued to the scene before me, even as I felt the unmistakable
pressure of a growing erection. I shifted in the tree, now even more intent on
remaining silent.

For several long minutes, the two women (They certainly weren't girls anymore,
not in my mind!) continued to kiss as their hands rubbed all over each other's
bodies. I noticed Lisa's hand caressing, then massaging Diane's upper arm.

I peered closer, and realized that both women were flexing as they pressed
together, as if in a contest of sorts. Hands rubbed tensed muscles, in a
faster and faster rhythm.

Finally they separated, and just stood staring at each other, hands still
busy. Lisa finally said something, and Diane laughed. She brought up her right
arm, and flexed it almost under Lisa's nose. Her biceps bulged impressively,
displaying hard muscle. Lisa rubbed the quivering bicep, then leaned over and
kissed it, running her tongue over the contours.

Diane's head went back, then she leaned forward into Lisa. Now Diane's mouth
came to find Lisa's flexed arm, and then up to the shoulder.

Lisa shivered, and pulled away, giggling. Diane went into a real posing
routine, showing off an awesome double biceps. Not to be outdone, Lisa matched
her pose with one of her own, and soon the women were almost rubbing arms as
they tried to outflex the other.

Lisa said something, and Diane nodded. They separated, finally, and walked
hand-in-hand over to the bed. Rather than lying down, as I expected, they went
to opposite sides of the bed, and got down on their knees.

Puzzled, I wondered if they were going to pray, since that's the position they
took. No, it was a more physical activity they had in mind. Lisa leaned her
tits on the bed, and put her elbow down in the middle. Diane leaned in as
well, and matched Lisa's stance.

They clasped hands in the middle of the bed, and proceeded to have an
armwrestling match. Even though I couldn't hear, I could tell when they
started by the sudden bulge to their biceps. I had thought Diane's were big,
but to my surprise, Lisa's were every bit as big and hard.

For several long seconds, they remained deadlocked, neither able to gain any
advantage. I watched their muscles start to quiver, bulging even more as they
poured on the power. After at least a minute of battle, Diane began to slowly
force Lisa's arm down. When she was halfway down, though, Lisa stopped the
downward motion, and ever so slowly inched her way back up to even.

Diane's head came up and she looked at Lisa. Lisa looked back at her. To my
absolute disappointment, I could see their muscles starting to relax as the
two heads moved together. Hands still clasped, they started kissing again,
this time even more passionately than before, as if their physical struggle
had whetted their sexual appetites.

Within seconds, they were entwined together on the bed, arms and legs wrapped
around each other as they writhed on the bed. I saw Lisa's long arm reach out,
and suddenly the room went dark.

"Goddammit!" I almost exclaimed out loud. They teased me and left me here with
a raging hard-on, but no satisfaction. Pissed off, I kicked at a nearby limb.

That was my undoing. The limb broke with a loud "crack", and I lost my balance
at the sudden loss of one of my supports. I managed to grab another limb to
keep from falling out of the tree, and when I glanced up at Lisa's window I
saw two heads side by side.

Diane was laughing, but Lisa's lips moved. I'm not normally a lipreader, but
her statement - "You son of a bitch!" was as clear to me as if she had yelled
it right in my ear.

I was dead meat.