This story takes place on a hot, July Saturday in 1978. My parents were driving my brother to a summer camp in northern Arizona from our home in San Diego and would not return until Monday evening. I had a job at a local country club and was scheduled to work a couple of shifts that weekend and could not join them. My sister, just back from her freshman year at a Pac-Ten school was living at home that summer, working a part-time job and partying with her friends every chance she got.

T, my sister, was a very athletic and competitive tomboy as a young girl. She excelled at every sport she ever tried and by junior-high was a top ranked swimmer in the region and state. I mostly remember her as an intense and plain looking kid who was either eating, training or competing. By her junior year in high school, she began to really transform. Her formerly plain face was now quite striking. She had short blond hair, big green eyes, dimples, a dazzling smile and a sprinkling of freckles across her nose and cheeks. She shot up in height and began to grow some curves. Her legs were long and lean and held up a very hard, round bottom. She would commonly wear just a t-shirt with no bra around the house and her little breasts stuck out like big strawberries. This got my attention. I once had a clear view of her bare nipples down a blouse and struggled with a raging boner for nearly three days until a wet dream brought some relief. At the time I was only 13 and had not yet learned to masturbate. By the time I was 14, I was harvesting her fresh, warm panties from her hamper and would pleasure myself as I sniffed and licked her underwear.

T was homecoming queen her senior year and was an absolute knock-out. My friends would make snide remarks about being able to live under the same roof with such a beauty. I just acted indifferent and never let on. The next year, she was off to swim for a big school and we barely saw her except for a brief break around Christmas. When she returned home for that summer, she was a stunning woman. The girl was long gone.

I got up early that Saturday and worked a breakfast shift at the club. My parents and brother were gone by then and my sister was nowhere to be found. I was hoping she would be lounging with her cute friends by the pool. I played tennis with a buddy and went home to cool off in the pool. While dozing in the sun I heard the doorbell and someone pounding on the front door. I figured it was some of my friends hoping to hang out and party without my folks around. To my surprise, it was my sister in the arms of her very intoxicated friends. Jenn mumbled something about a beach party and T getting wasted on beer and tequila and having taking a Quaalude, whatever that was. The two friends pulled T up the stairs by her arms and I pushed her from behind. She was beyond staggering. We dumped her on to her bed. I remember Jenn hugging me and thanking me for being home. She insisted that T take a pee before she wet her bed and then the two drunks stumbled out of the house.

I heard the car squeal away as I looked at my passed out sister lying there on the bed. At first I figured I should just leave her alone to sleep it off. Then it occurred to me that I should be a good brother and help her use the bathroom. I went downstairs and waited for 15 minutes to pass before I would take action. It was the longest 15 minutes of my life. I went back into her room and clapped loudly to check for a response.