Be Careful What You Wish For
Copyright© 2025 by John D. Rodburn
Chapter 1
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 1 - He wished he would be caught between all the girls in his sister's sleepover, well...
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Mult Consensual Fiction Incest Brother Sister Pregnancy
I just knew that I had died and gone somewhere. On Friday and Saturday nights, I know better than to come out of my room. That’s when Kara, my sister, has her sleepovers. She is usually a very conservative dresser ... except on every other weekend or one week out of the summer. She has it planned so that there is one big bash, a week before school starts up again. This was that weekend.
During the summer, she’ll have two or three of her friends spend the weekend. Most of the time, they are different girls. On that final weekend, she invites ALL of them. There are about ten or so of them then. She has them crammed into her room too. I remember thinking how great it would be to get caught right in the middle of that room. I should be careful what I wish for.
Believe it or not, they don’t just have a sleepover. They are actually a sewing club that Kara started the year before. They get together, pick out what they want to make, then make it over the weekend. They have made everything from dresses to bikinis. I never know what it’s going to be until they’re done.
The interesting part is, she asks me to come in after they’re all done, then tell them what I think. I’m not sure how I got elected judge, but I did. Don’t think I’m complaining either. Some of the stuff they make is so small that they don’t even need to wear it. Take what they made that weekend.
I had spent Friday night through Saturday evening in my room. Kara came and got me at about five.
“Ok, Mr. Judge. Come in and see what we made this time.”
“You’re done already? What did you make, neckerchiefs?”
“No, but you’re close. Come on.”
I got up and went to her room with her. Her door was already open, and some of the girls were in the hallway. All they had on were panties and bras. I stepped into the room, and they came in behind me.
“Ok, Chad. Which of us did the best this time?” one of them asked.
“Can I at least have some room to move so I can look?”
Five of them got up on Kara’s bed. They stood there, “modeling” what they had on. Each had the same thing, except each was a different color or pattern design. They were all cut the same too. The bras were made of the same material that the panties were made of. They formed nicely to their tits, and even showed their nipples.
The panties were cut so the waistband came almost to the top of their mounds. The legs, if you can call them that. Came high on their hips, and followed their mounds down between their legs. The surprise came when they turned around. The back formed nicely to their asses. I mean that it even went into the crack of their asses. I had seen panties and bikinis on these girls before, but not as form-fitting as that.
“I like that,” I said. “If they were all white, I could probably see every pimple on your asses.”
I looked around at the girls still standing around me, and they all had the same thing. I didn’t know where to look next.
“Ok, Chad,” one of them said. “Which is the best one?”
“I ... don’t know. You’ve never done anything like this before, and it’s hard to pick.”
“If it’s hard, that’s what we were aiming for,” a girl in the back said.
“Ok,” Kara said. “The judging will continue in the family room, where he has a better chance to look.”
I was crushed in girls on the way to the family room. Again, I’m not complaining. Kara had me sit in one of the chairs, then got in front of the girls. She got them lined up, then turned toward me.
“As usual, you can’t pick me. Which of these beautiful ladies did the best job this week?” She stepped to the side then.
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