05-11-2022, 04:24 PM
Chapter 3
That Saturday morning Melanie woke me early. She was standing by my bed, shaking me gently as she called out to me. I rolled over on my back with a groan as I looked up at her, squinting.
"Time to get up," she said "we have to get a table from the basement and put the stuff out."
I turned to check the clock on my nightstand. It was 7:48.
Melanie seemed amused by my groggy state, judging by the expression on her face. Once my eyes focused and I could see her clearly I felt my cock twitch. She was wearing the very sundress that she had mentioned the night before when she told me of how mom had remarked about how much cleavage it revealed. I bent my left leg to hide the inevitable tent that was about to form in the blanket covering me as my cock began to swell.
"Has mom said anything about you wearing that dress?" I asked, concerned.
"Not yet," she told me "she's downstairs. She said for me to get you up."
"That dress would get any man up." I quipped.
"Are you... up?" Melanie asked. Her voice was soft and sexy as she breathed out the last word.
"Getting there." I answered.
On the floor beside my bed were the jeans, t-shirt and boxers that I had been wearing the night before. Melanie looked down to them, then ran her eyes over me.
"Are you naked under there?" she asked, probably surmising that I was.
"Yes." I told her.
"And... up?" Her voice was full of innuendo.
"Kind of." I said.
"But not all the way?"
I shook my head.
"Maybe this will help." she suggested.
Melanie sat down on the bed beside me. She put her right hand on my chest and leaned forward. Now I could see down the front of her dress. Her breasts were less than a foot from my face, swaying as she moved her shoulders. She was braless. Now my cock was fully erect. I hoped she would bend over more so I could see her nipples, but a few seconds later she straightened up. Her swollen nipples stood out from her breasts, pushing out at her dress.
"So...?" she said, dragging out the word as if she was singing.
"I'm really up now." I said, noticing that my voice was thick and deeper.
Melanie let out an excited giggle. "Good. I'll leave you alone so you can get dressed then."
I waited until I heard my sister going downstairs before I got up and went to have a shower. The hot water helped to wake me up. I wrapped a soapy hand around my cock as I stood under the shower nozzle and began stroking it. Thoughts of what Melanie and I had done, and what I wanted to do with her, filled my mind as I pumped my shaft. I pictured her breasts and heard her voice in my mind until streams of cum shot from it.
"You're going to have to help me get that table out of the basement." Melanie told me as I entered the kitchen after my shower.
"Okay." I grunted.
I followed Melanie down to the basement to where the table was. We carried it out to the front lawn and dropped it about twenty feet from the sidewalk. Melanie went back in to bring out a box while I unfolded the legs of the table and positioned it beside a large pine tree.
We soon realized that it had not occurred to us to make a sign advertising our yard sale, so while I brought out the rest of the boxes and began placing the contents of them on the table Melanie made a sign from some cardboard she found in the basement. Her handwriting was much better than mine and it looked perfect once it was completed.
"How's this look?" she asked as she held up the sign.
"Great," I said "a lot better than I could do."
Melanie had brought out a hammer and nails which I used to I affix the sign to the front of the table. While I did that she brought two lawn chairs from the verandah.
It was a sunny, cloudless day and I was optimistic about our success with our yard sale. Melanie sat down beside me behind the table and we watched passing cars, hoping someone would soon stop.
Eventually people began stopping to view the items we had for sale. Most left without buying anything, but some found things they wanted. By early afternoon Melanie and I had made just under fifty dollars I estimated. It wasn't a lot, but anything we earned was good.
That Saturday morning Melanie woke me early. She was standing by my bed, shaking me gently as she called out to me. I rolled over on my back with a groan as I looked up at her, squinting.
"Time to get up," she said "we have to get a table from the basement and put the stuff out."
I turned to check the clock on my nightstand. It was 7:48.
Melanie seemed amused by my groggy state, judging by the expression on her face. Once my eyes focused and I could see her clearly I felt my cock twitch. She was wearing the very sundress that she had mentioned the night before when she told me of how mom had remarked about how much cleavage it revealed. I bent my left leg to hide the inevitable tent that was about to form in the blanket covering me as my cock began to swell.
"Has mom said anything about you wearing that dress?" I asked, concerned.
"Not yet," she told me "she's downstairs. She said for me to get you up."
"That dress would get any man up." I quipped.
"Are you... up?" Melanie asked. Her voice was soft and sexy as she breathed out the last word.
"Getting there." I answered.
On the floor beside my bed were the jeans, t-shirt and boxers that I had been wearing the night before. Melanie looked down to them, then ran her eyes over me.
"Are you naked under there?" she asked, probably surmising that I was.
"Yes." I told her.
"And... up?" Her voice was full of innuendo.
"Kind of." I said.
"But not all the way?"
I shook my head.
"Maybe this will help." she suggested.
Melanie sat down on the bed beside me. She put her right hand on my chest and leaned forward. Now I could see down the front of her dress. Her breasts were less than a foot from my face, swaying as she moved her shoulders. She was braless. Now my cock was fully erect. I hoped she would bend over more so I could see her nipples, but a few seconds later she straightened up. Her swollen nipples stood out from her breasts, pushing out at her dress.
"So...?" she said, dragging out the word as if she was singing.
"I'm really up now." I said, noticing that my voice was thick and deeper.
Melanie let out an excited giggle. "Good. I'll leave you alone so you can get dressed then."
I waited until I heard my sister going downstairs before I got up and went to have a shower. The hot water helped to wake me up. I wrapped a soapy hand around my cock as I stood under the shower nozzle and began stroking it. Thoughts of what Melanie and I had done, and what I wanted to do with her, filled my mind as I pumped my shaft. I pictured her breasts and heard her voice in my mind until streams of cum shot from it.
"You're going to have to help me get that table out of the basement." Melanie told me as I entered the kitchen after my shower.
"Okay." I grunted.
I followed Melanie down to the basement to where the table was. We carried it out to the front lawn and dropped it about twenty feet from the sidewalk. Melanie went back in to bring out a box while I unfolded the legs of the table and positioned it beside a large pine tree.
We soon realized that it had not occurred to us to make a sign advertising our yard sale, so while I brought out the rest of the boxes and began placing the contents of them on the table Melanie made a sign from some cardboard she found in the basement. Her handwriting was much better than mine and it looked perfect once it was completed.
"How's this look?" she asked as she held up the sign.
"Great," I said "a lot better than I could do."
Melanie had brought out a hammer and nails which I used to I affix the sign to the front of the table. While I did that she brought two lawn chairs from the verandah.
It was a sunny, cloudless day and I was optimistic about our success with our yard sale. Melanie sat down beside me behind the table and we watched passing cars, hoping someone would soon stop.
Eventually people began stopping to view the items we had for sale. Most left without buying anything, but some found things they wanted. By early afternoon Melanie and I had made just under fifty dollars I estimated. It wasn't a lot, but anything we earned was good.