1 comments/ 66408 views/ 6 favorites Frat House Visit Ch. 01 By: jester4747 ***SHE*** "Manny.... Manny.... Did you pack your highlight videos for the coaches," the female voice called from downstairs? "Yes, mom, I put them in my backpack." "And you packed your cleats?" "Of course I did." "Oh, and don't forget your house keys. Remember that I won't be here when you come back." "Yes, mom, I have them." "Do you have my cell phone number with you?" "Since the day you got it, mom" "And you have the credit card I gave you for your birthday?" "In my wallet," she countered, her aggravation with her mother growing apparent in her tone. "Remember that is only for emergencies...." ".....only for emergencies," Emmanuelle mumbled to herself, sarcastically mimicking her mother. "Geeez, she gives me a card on my 18th birthday because I am supposed to be more responsible, but she still treats me like I am 8." Louder, she yells back, "We've been over this a thousand times. Can we stop the questions already?" Entering the room, her mother pleaded, "I'm sorry Manny, its just that my baby-girl is going to look at a college and I'm going to be puttering around this house alone soon." "Yes mother, I know... But it isn't that big a deal. You survived Josh leaving, and you will survive my leaving too. And besides, I'm not leaving yet; I'm just visiting Josh and the coaches," Manny sighed. "Would you just go pack for your trip or something? Don't stand here getting all weepy on me. The cab is due soon and I don't want to show up and stick out like a high school kid." "Fine, I'll leave you alone, but this isn't the same as when your brother left." **************************** ***HE*** "Shut the fuck up, you asshole! There won't be any trouble!" "Josh, I'm serious. You are gonna bring Manny in and let her sleep here in the house with us? Don't you know what kinda trouble that could bring?" Joshua knew the risks. Living in the fraternity house had given him more than just an academic education. Since joining as a freshman, he had seen some things that would make a sailor blush. The star athletes in the house had a string of women coming through day and night. The seniors joked about putting a sign on the lawn saying 'Over one million served'. "Kyle, she'll be fine. The rest of the guys in the house already know my sister is staying for a few days, and it's not like she's the first girl to spend a night in the house." "Yeah, but most girls that stay here leave after receiving a sperm sample," Kyle laughingly responds. "Need I spell it out for you? F -- U -- C -- K - Y -- O - U!" "Okay, okay, sorry bro. It'll be cool. I'll be watching out for her too, man. She's practically my little sister too." Kyle, Josh and Manny had been a trio in the neighborhood. In those days Manny was a tomboy and spent her time trying to keep up with her older brother. Kyle had no siblings so he pretty much adopted Manny as his little sister too. The three were inseparable, until Kyle moved away in seventh grade. "So how is Manny these days." Kyle asked? "I hear she became quite a soccer player." "Yeah, she is good. She is coming up to meet the coaches. I guess after chasing us for all those years she actually became a pretty good athlete." "When is she due in," Kyle asked? "About two hours. I'm leaving for the train station after I eat dinner. I'll see you later man." With that, Josh left the room and headed downstairs to the dining room. ************************* ***SHE*** As she plodded up the steps of the train car, a deep voice from the top offered assistance. Manny peered up from under her baseball cap, surprised by the pleasant smile that met her gaze. She flushed with surprise. "Um... no, uh... yes, um, thanks," the words fumbled out of her mouth. He was quite handsome; an older man, at least 45, and he was offering to help her! She knew her blush was immature, but had little experience with boys, let alone men. Most of her time was spent training. There just weren't enough hours in a day. So despite her age and tough exterior, she became quite flustered when boys showed her attention. "Where ya headed little lady," the handsome stranger asked? "Uh, R-Raleigh," Manny stammered behind a sheepish grin. "Goin' ta Charlotte, muhself. Meetin' a client I can't stand. But I think rememberin' that pretty smile o' yours will help ta get me through it!" He hoisted the largest bag from her shoulder. "Where can I put this for ya, hon?" Manny could feel her cheeks flush red. A grown man was flirting with her and she wasn't able to answer the question. All she could do was point to the four empty seats at the end of the row. "Great," he said with an overdone grin. "I'll toss this up top for ya. And as I don't 'spect you can fill all four seats, ya mind if I sit 'ere too?" Manny nodded her approval, afraid her voice would crack if she tried to speak. The handsome stranger was named Craig, and he could talk! He rattled on about his job as a client rep, his wife and three kids, and even college sports, but it was okay with Manny. She was taken by this handsome and charismatic older man; all she could do was grin at him, while trying desperately not to seem immature. She focused on his lips as he spoke, wondering what it would be like to kiss them. During his stories he touched her leg to emphasize various points. Those were her favorite moments. His touches sent goose bumps up her legs, and she was thankful they were shrouded beneath her sweatpants. He really was just an overly friendly sort of guy, but Manny didn't care to know any better. She found herself enjoying the time they shared along the ride. Craig disappeared from her life with a wave from the train platform, but he had been in it just long enough for Manny to develop a slight crush on him. She dozed off for the remainder of the ride and dreamt of his lips and the light touches of his hand on her legs; the fantasy awakening an urge beneath her panties. Manny slept with an extra pillow between her legs at night, rubbing it against her groin to satisfy the need to be touched when she had these dreams. More than once in the last several weeks, she woke herself with an oncoming orgasm; her pillow damp with her innocent moisture. As she slept now on the train, her fingers had fallen into her lap, but she was dreaming they were Craig's. This handsome older man was touching her in that forbidden place; so mysterious; so exciting. His fingers rubbed her lips on the outside, and that hard little spot at the top she would focus the shower on when she caressed herself in the bathtub. He was parting her lips slowly, starting to make her.... "Raleigh! Station stop is Raleigh," the conductor bellowed as he walked the aisle. Manny barely had enough time to pull her things together and jump off the train. She walked through the station waiting room, rubbing her eyes to shake off the sleep. The burning of unfinished business was calling from between her legs and a full bladder beckoned for the ladies room. Pulling down her sweatpants, Manny lowered herself towards the toilet seat, never quite touching it. The rush of fluid from her bladder is a welcome release. It's almost pleasurable. Squatting over the seat, her mind wanders back to the dream and the feelings still calling out. Wiping herself dry, she feels the heat and wetness; the tissue is soaked with her juices. Both hands meet at her groin, fingers parting her young, hairy lips. She knows the wetness makes it easier to push her fingers inside. She had come to enjoy doing this in the shower; one finger rubbing circles around her clit, others sliding in and out between her lips. She thought of the showerhead, pulsing water on the most sensitive places, and the small shampoo bottle she used to push inside. Kicking one leg free from her sweats, Manny spread her legs wider so she could push her fingers deeper. The welling in her lower back was starting and her breathing was getting heavy. Without a pillow to muffle her moans, she heard the echo of her voice. She was startled and paused momentarily. She took shallow breaths, intently listening for anyone else in the room, but there were no other sounds. Her hungry pussy was waiting and before long, she was rubbing again, willing her way to completion. She had never cum in this position; always laying in her bed or sitting in the bath. Still squatting as the orgasm took her, the leg spasms made her stand abruptly; then just as suddenly her knees buckled, almost sending her crashing to the floor. One hand groped the walls of the stall for some means of support, while the was other determined to see this through to completion. Regaining her balance, she squatted again over the bowl, both hands coaxing the remnants of cum from her pussy and shivers from her spine. Manny fought the urge to moan, letting out a heavy breath of air instead. The sound of a drip into the water rose from the toilet below. She could see her pussy leaking its thick cum; another fat droplet hanging tenuously from her long lips. She reached for a tissue to wipe herself, trying to regain composure. It was so unlike her to have done such a thing in a public place. Josh would be waiting, so she went to the sink to splash some water on her face, and then headed outside to find him. ************************* ***HE*** It had been almost 2 years since Josh saw his sister, although they often spoke on the phone. Soccer tournaments had taken her away from home during holidays so he didn't get to see Manny when he was home from college. He was still able to spot her lithe frame in the distance. She had grown a few inches but not much else had changed. She wore running shoes, sweats and baggy t-shirt. Her hair was in a ponytail sticking out the back of a baseball cap. Still a tomboy, he thought. "Hey, Manny," Josh called out, still closing the distance between them. Spinning towards his voice, Manny threw her arms around his neck for a big bear-hug. It was then that he realized just how long it had been since he saw her last. Despite her strong outward appearance, mother nature had changed some things. "Hey, nice six pack," she smiled upon feeling the hard muscles under his shirt. "But I bet you still can't take a punch, you wimp." Josh raised his shirt to show off his toned midsection. "You like," he quipped? "The ladies think I am hooooot," dragging out the word for emphasis. "Dumb-ass. You don't got any girls that think you're hot." The comment quieted Josh. Somehow Manny always knew how to strike at his soft underbelly, yet still managed a smile to make it look like it was just a game. And then she continued, "speaking of hot, how is your girlfriend, what's-her-face, Jenny, Julie, Jessica...?" "Jackie, her name is Jackie, and you know that. You also know she is not my girlfriend," his voice trailed off as his mind started to slip off again. Jackie was the girl he had wanted to be with since freshmen year. But this was not just about lust, even at a distance he knew he was completely in love with her. "Yeah, whatever," Manny said with a punch to Josh's arm. His daydream was broken and he started helping her with her bags. They tossed them into the back hatch of his car and drove for campus. The ride was a quiet one as Josh's mind returned to Jackie. He did not how long it had been since he saw her last. He'd heard she was dating some guy from the hockey team, but it seems they had recently broken up. ************************* ***SHE*** It was Manny's first college party, and the best part was that it was right here in the frat house. Josh had warned her about some of the things that might occur tonight, but she was too excited to hear any of it. She was well into "pre-party mode" now; preparing her clothes and laying out her makeup. Josh was watching her scurry about the room in amazement, wondering when his tomboy sister started caring about how she looked. He decided to leave her to her business and stepped from the room. Manny heard him bellow from the hall "Heads up fellas! My sister is in the house! Wipe your stinky ass and get off the crapper! No one goes in the bathroom for the next hour!" The warning having been sounded, Manny wandered down the hall to take her shower. There were wooden changing stalls, each leading to a shower stall at the back. She chose the last stall against the tiled wall hoping no one would step into the stall on the other side. She removed her clothes in the changing area, leaving them on the bench. Then, not trusting the frosted glass, she hung her towel over the shared wall, before stepping inside. The shower felt good. It was warm and soothing. Manny pulled the band from her hair and let it fall to the sides. She took up the shampoo bottle and began to wash. The extra soap slid from her head, rolling down her back and chest. She often closed her eyes and imagined it to be the hands of a lover caressing her body. She used her own hands now, soaping herself slowly, closing her eyes to imagine Craig again. Would he find me better looking than his wife, she wondered? Would he want touch me the same way he does her? Stroking a single finger across each nipple, she contemplated the feeling of a strange pair of hands on her; cupping her pert breasts, twisting her hard nipples. Her breasts were not as large as some of her girlfriends' and those women she had seen on the internet. Manny had inherited her mother's slender frame, and being a serious athlete, she had not added the body fat that creates a woman's curves until this past year. She was behind most of the other girls in school, and was eager to catch up, but at the same time, not quite sure how to do it. Her self-exploration in the shower had uncovered many wonderful feelings, but she did not know if she was ready to share herself with a man yet. That was her private reason for this trip. Away from home, she was going to find out if she could be attractive to guys; would they actually find her as attractive as girls with bigger boobs. The noise of a toilet flushing and the momentary drop in water temperature ended her shower abruptly. Nobody was supposed to use the bathroom while she was in there. One of the guys had broken the rules. She grabbed the towel and wrapped herself in it, then opened the stall door, stepping into the dressing area. She heard the feet cross the floor, and then the squeak of the door next to hers. It seems the flusher was next door, preparing to take a shower. Looking down, she saw his feet, and then his underwear slide down around his ankles. The inside door opened, and now she could see the silhouette of his frame through the frosted glass partition. Manny was excited. This was the closest she had ever been to a naked man. She stayed in the changing area but kept the shower door open so she could watch him. He seemed to have his back to her as he washed, whistling to himself casually. She tried not to breathe too loud, alerting him to her voyeurism. His hands roamed all over his slim body, making her wonder how he would feel to her own hands. Was he one of those hairy guys, or did he have clean smooth skin? Was he muscled, or just slim? How good looking was he? His hands seemed to disappear from the silhouette, but she expected they were in front of his stomach. Then he turned sideways, and to Manny's surprise, she realized he was holding his penis. No, he wasn't holding it, he was stroking it, slowly. One hand after the other, he was stroking it from tip to base. His motion was deliberate and continuous, keeping a steady rhythm. Her mouth opened wide at the sight and the thought of being here to see him. She was of two minds; does she leave quickly before she is caught, or does she watch him through to his conclusion? His shadow began to sway against the glass, and Manny thought she could hear him moan lightly. He put a hand on the glass for balance as his other hand increased its tempo. Manny was growing excited herself, and felt the warmth growing between her legs. She began to imagine that it was her hands stroking his penis, trying to imagine the feeling of it in her soapy hands. She watched his hand move back and forth, trying to follow his rhythm with her own hands against her shampoo bottle. Closing her eyes, she listened intently for his moans, speeding up her strokes, as if she were giving him the pleasure. She found herself nudging the shampoo bottle down through her pubic hair, pulling open her loosely wrapped towel. His moans were getting faster and stronger, but he kept them barely above a whisper. Then there was one last moan, much longer and more intense. On the release, his free hand went to the top of the glass to hold himself up. His hips thrust forward as he rose to his toes. Manny saw his ejaculate spill on the shower floor, flowing toward the drain along with the soap. She was rubbing herself faster now, moving towards her own conclusion, the excitement of the moment driving her arousal. He was closer to the glass now, actually pressing his penis against it. It hung between his legs like a snake, still throbbing with remnants of his pleasure. She could see it more clearly and unconsciously reached a hand towards the glass. Still breathing quickly, his voice rose above the glass. "I hope you enjoyed the show, maybe next time you can help." Manny froze in shock. She was scared and embarrassed. Had he known she was there the whole time? Did he know she was looking at him? All she could force herself to do was gather her things and run from the showers as quickly as she could. She only prayed that no one else saw her between here and Josh's room. She was sure she would die of embarrassment if anyone caught her leaving the bathroom. She heard his voice as she ran down the hall. "Leaving so soon, honey? I thought you could come over to my side and say hi..." Slamming the door behind her, Manny sat on Josh's bed. She was visibly shaken and sat nervously, tapping the bed with her fingers. She crossed and re-crossed her legs several times, replaying what she seen in her mind. His hands moved up and down along the hard shaft, it must have felt so good. How did it feel in his hands? Was the skin soft and warm? She thought about the pictures she had seen on those websites, and the things those women had done to the men. Those men had such large penises and the women took them all sorts of ways. Would she ever do those things? Could she do those things? Some of those penises took more than two hands to handle, but her neighbor in the shower did not seem to be so big. Would he need her to use two hands, or would she only use one? She spread the towel open again, clearing it between her legs, but it fell off her completely. The cooler air in the room helped to harden her already rising nipples. They stood out proudly from her chest, the dark areolas highlighting them against her pale skin. She pinched them with one hand as the other slid down her belly. The pinch sent a jolt of electricity straight down to her loins, inviting her fingers to complete the task they had begun in the shower. Images flashed behind Manny's closed eyelids, fueling her lustful cravings. Caressing herself in those wanting places; she lay back on the bed to enjoy herself fully. Wet and eager, she reaches for her favorite brush with the fat handle, and turning it handle first, presses it against her swollen lips. Two fingers spread her pink lips as she glides the handle into her wetness. She imagines the hard penis from the shower; how would it feel inside her. The weight of his body would press her into the bed as he lowered himself into her. The brush mimics his thrusts as she rubs her clit harder, surprised at how wet she has become. The feelings are electric and her hips grind hard against her hands. Losing herself in the fantasy, she is swept up in her lust. Her thrusting is at a fever pitch; she rubs her clit with wanton fervor. The orgasm consumes her body, leaving her mind adrift. She turns into the pillow to stifle the scream, but even so, she knows she has been too loud, because the orgasm was too much to control. It had never been so strong. She is hoarse from the panting, and worn out in its aftermath. A quick glance at the clock tells her she has enough time for a nap. So she pulls the blanket over herself, closes her eyes and drifts off to sleep. Frat House Visit Ch. 02 ***SHE*** Manny was startled from her sleep by the heavy thud of a hand on her behind. Her eyes opened to find Kyle staring at her from an uncomfortable distance. He was squatting on the floor with his face just inches away. She could smell the cigarettes on his breath. "Hey Manny," he hollered way too loud. He was grinning ear to ear. "Josh said you were up here sleeping, so I thought I would come up to say hi. You plan on sleeping through the party?" "No, I'm gonna get up," she groaned. "What time is it now," she asked, noticing that his hand was still on her behind? "You planning on keeping that," she queried him, gesturing to his hand on her backside. "Aw shit, no... sorry," Kyle flushed. "Living with a bunch of guys kind of fucks up your manners, ya know?" "Sure Kyle, anything for a cheap feel, right?" "Hmm," Kyle smirked. "Guess you all grown up now and sensitive about that stuff, huh?" "Let's just say that grown women don't like hands on their ass. Now would you leave so I can get dressed, please," Manny requested, shoo-ing him away with her hands. Throwing his hands up in a mock defense, Kyle started backing from the room. "Cool, I got you, you are a woman now. The Lady Emmanuelle. It's all good with me." Pulling the door closed as he left, Kyle stopped and re-entered the room. "It's really good to see you again Manny." "You too Kyle," she smiled. "Now get the hell out!" ************************* ***HE*** As expected, the party was pretty big. It always was. It was the end of hell week and the pledges from the various fraternities and sororities were being sworn in this weekend. As a result, this party was the classic where everyone was blowing off steam from the prior week. It will last well into the next morning, and more than a few crazy things will occur in the next 24 hours or so. Josh, however, only had one reason he was looking forward to this party. He knew that Jackie would be here, and she was single again. Maybe he would finally get her alone. She was a striking, tanned latin beauty, and he knew that every guy in the house would be hitting on her, but he had to find a way. He had to show her that he was not just looking for another notch on his bedpost. He really had serious feelings for her. He always had. The entire campus knew about this party, most having been here in prior years. Frat brothers arrived en masse, showing off their colors. The sorority sisters did likewise, each with a pledge in tow. This party represented a stage for each house to show off their new pledge class, some even performing secret rituals in upstairs rooms. There were the jocks and members of other campus organizations; political groups; loners and the bored. It really was a campus wide event. Josh had already had a few beers before the party started and was feeling nicely buzzed. Manny had not come downstairs yet, but he knew this was a big deal for her and she wanted to look just right; he wasn't worried. He was pretty distracted as he continually scanned the room for Jackie's arrival. Some of the other girls that were arriving tonight were looking pretty good though. This was the best looking pledge class he had seen in a few years. Maybe he'd get in a few dances with some of them later. "Josh," Kyle called from the top of the stairs. "I think you need to see this, man." He was walking with Manny on his arm. Josh turned to see a long pair of legs ending in a sexy pair of black high heels. As they descended the staircase, he realized just how long his night was going to be. "Emmanuelle," Josh whispered with more than a hint of awe. "It seems my little sister has grown up while I was away." "So you approve," Manny asked, peering from behind the hair hanging over her face? She did a catwalk turn for Josh to take in the whole view. As she did, a whistle came from Kyle. "You clean up nice, kiddo," Kyle followed. "Yes you do,' said Josh. "You look awesome, Emmanuelle, just awesome." "Thanks, big brother!" She leaned in close to whisper in his ear. "I hoped I wouldn't let you down." She kissed his cheek, and then ran her finger across his face to wipe the lipstick off. "Now I'm going to see what a college party is all about. C'mon Kyle, show me around!" She grabbed his arm and dragged Kyle into the heart of the party, turning back to wink at Josh. "Oh man, am I in trouble." Josh lamented.... ************************ ***HE*** Manny seemed to be fitting in nicely. She was earning her share of attention from the college guys; some of it she saw, most of it she didn't. She had accomplished her task of not sticking out like a high school girl. None of the guys had gotten pushy with her, so all was well. The passing hours and several more drinks had made his mood somber and Jackie was nowhere to be seen. He was leaning up against the wall, wondering if Jackie would ever show up when he saw Manny dancing with a guy. She always was a dancer, regardless of the music, even when she was little. It was a typical party dance tune, and most of the room was moving to the beat, but he just stood and watched Manny in her newly mature beauty. It was a long way from Manny's sexy black heels to the bottom of her little black dress. It ended just a little too high on her thighs, and was tight enough for Josh to assume she was wearing a thong; at least he hoped she was, because there was no sign of underwear from the dress. The fabric shimmered as she moved, reflecting tiny flashes of light. Underneath was a tight, shapely pair of cheeks, no doubt toned by the miles of chasing a soccer ball. The dress snaked up her body, clinging for its very life. The front ended in a halter top secured around her neck, and the low back showed her finely toned back and shoulders. Josh noticed that she had gained some shape since he saw her last; her chest had filled out. Her breasts were not large, but they swayed and danced freely below the shimmering fabric; again there was no sign of underwear. This was a vast change from the training gear he had become accustomed to seeing her in. Manny's normally wavy brown hair had been brushed out straight. It was long enough now to reach her shoulders, although it rarely settled there as she danced about the room. She tossed her head about as she surrendered herself to the music. Dancing was the only time during which she ever let her guard down completely, often leaving her dance partners in no man's land as she did. It was as if the music was playing through her; she was the instrument from which the sounds emanated. Her motions were sensual, and often erotic. It was a long time before Josh realized he was leering at his own sister. His growing lustful thoughts were enough to stir him from his hypnotic state. The empty glass in his hand needed a refill. The basement bar had everything that Josh required. Jackie was there talking with a few other girls. His eyes lit up as he approached her; his hands unconsciously making sure his hair was not too mussed. She was so beautiful, as close to perfection as any woman could be, at least in his eyes. She had long silky black hair which cascaded down past her shoulders, framing the perfect skin of her face. It was her bright eyes and the sincerity of her smile that first attracted him, but it was the person within that kept him. She was no petite fashion model, but her healthy curves commanded Josh's desire. One of the girls heralded his arrival, and Jackie turned to greet Josh. Her smile was genuine, but not as bright as he had expected. By this late hour, she had consumed her share of drinks, and was quite drunk. She leaned forward to greet him with a hug, and almost fell off her stool. Josh caught her and was able to sit her upright, but knew she should be cut off. "Hi Jossssshhhhh," Jackie slurred. "Been a long time. How'r you doin?" She was oblivious to the fact that Josh had saved her from falling. She sat with an arm around his shoulders as she spoke. Her heavy breasts pushed firmly up against his chest. "I'm good Jackie. How have you been?" Josh could see by her mascara that she must have been crying recently, but chose not to tread there just yet. "Well," she responded, "I just had a fight with that asshole of an ex of mine. He came to my dorm trying to get me back, saying that ugly bitch meant nothing to him..." Her voiced trailed off as new tears welled in her eyes. She was deeply hurting and Josh could see it. "Hey," he said trying to salvage her mood. "I'm sure a beautiful girl like you would have no problems finding another guy. You never know where the perfect guy is standing. Heck, it could even be me," Josh threw in, fishing for any positive sign. "You are sweet, Josshhh. I miss you being around like you used to be. We were such good friends. What happened?" Josh knew that it was her desire to be seen with a senior that kept her away from him up to now, but instead, he just mumbled back, "I dunno Jackie, I really don't know..." "Are you going to be alright here? Can your girls take care of you?" "I'm fine honey," she said, despite the nauseous look on her face. "I just need to relax for a minute to get my second wind." There was a convulsion from her stomach as she put a hand to her mouth. "I need the bathroom," Jackie announced, trying to leap from her stool. Josh could see she wouldn't make it alone, so he hurried her towards the stairs. Her girlfriends were yelling, urging them to move faster. The rest of the party had seen this happen before, and the path to the bathroom cleared quickly. They were just in time as Jackie's stomach volunteered its contents. ************************* ***SHE*** Manny had been dancing for several hours, and had never drunk so much before. The two had combined to make her want a bathroom break, but it sounded like someone was getting sick in the main floor toilet. She decided to use the upstairs bathroom where she had showered and headed for the stairs. She bumped into several people crossing the dance floor, and even had to fend off a drunken suitor, but she managed get to the second floor. Couples were pairing off along her way, and she had to separate a few to reach the bathroom. This was all common activity it seemed, as they would re-couple as soon as she passed. From the bathroom door, Manny could hear a shower running. She hesitated, for fear of running across a naked fraternity brother, but her bladder was providing a convincing argument to go inside. The toilet stalls were separated from the showers by a wall, so she expected it would be okay if she was quick. She ran to the left, practically diving into the first open stall, pulling off her panties in the last few steps. She barely got the paper on the seat before releasing her warm stream. Lowering herself onto the seat, she was able to take the weight off her sore feet. It was nice to sit for a few minutes. She felt the alcohol in her head for real now. The soothing sound of the shower and the distance from the dance music allowed her to relax and meditate briefly. Manny was not sure if she dozed off for a few minutes, but she thought it was time to get back downstairs. She was having a blast, and there was still desire to dance left in her legs. As she flushed, she thought she heard a sound from the other side of the room. It must have been the cold water on the poor guy in the shower, she thought. She felt bad, but not enough to say anything. She headed for the door, but there were more noises from the showers, and it seemed the shower occupant was not alone. The nervous voyeur feeling returned to her belly. Were there a guy and a girl in the shower? Was it two guys? Emboldened by the alcohol, her curiosity got the best of her, and she crept closer to the stalls. From below the stall walls, Manny saw the polished toe nails of a woman sitting on the shower floor. Standing between her spread legs were the hairy feet of a guy, who, from his sounds, was enjoying his shower. With the noise from the water masking her movements, Manny slipped into the adjacent shower stall eager to see what she could through the opaque glass. Manny watched in intent silence as the shadow of his penis disappeared into the shadow of the woman's head. From the length of it, she expected that the end would appear from the back of her head, as took and eternity to disappear from view. His hands moved to her head as his groans reached a crescendo. His partner began to choke, pulling her head backwards, but not letting go completely. His hips rocked backwards as Manny thought she saw him shake; his moans expressing his satisfaction. Then the woman stroked him gently before letting it fall gently between his legs. Manny winced at the thought of something so large going down her throat, but was completely turned on by what she had seen. Her hands had gone between her legs and she was pulling the fabric of her thong, rubbing it against her clit. Her amorous neighbors embraced, and whispered to each other softly. Manny thought this was the time to leave, despite the buzzing between her legs. ************************* ***HE*** Jackie was in pretty bad shape. After finishing over the bowl, she was barely able to stand. She asked Josh to take her somewhere that she could lie down for a while. He cleaned her up to ensure she didn't look like she just got sick and then practically carried her up to the second floor. He chose the first room near the shower, just in case she had to visit the toilet in another hurry. He laid her gently on the bed, and then sat by her side to gaze at her. Even in this semi-conscious state she was beautiful. He brushed her hair from her face as he stood to leave, but before he turned Jackie's hand rose to take his. "I miss you," she whispered. Josh turned back, unsure of what he had heard. "What?" "I miss you, Josh. We used to be such good friends, but you aren't around anymore. I really miss you." "I've missed you too, J." "I miss having you around to talk to, and confide in. I've cried so many times on your shoulders..." Josh had distanced himself a bit because he didn't want to hear about her other boyfriends any longer. It was getting too painful and he had to save himself from the anguish. "Do you want to know why J," he asked, figuring this was his last chance. "Yes I do. What happened to us," Jackie pleaded? Josh took a long deep breath before spilling his emotions. He had been so close to her, but never as close as he had wanted. He had loved her from afar, but did not want to lose the closeness of their friendship. It had been his choice, but not one he lived with easily. Jackie sat up as he spoke, listening to every word. She knew how well he had always treated her, and how quickly he had come to her aid whenever she needed it. It all made sense now, and she realized what she had right under her nose. She leaned forward and hugged him tightly, forcing her breasts against his chest. He held her close, relishing in the moment. She felt so good. Jackie sat back, and looked deeply into his eyes. She was looking for the pain she was sure she caused him. She leaned in and kissed him; at first lightly, but it became deep and passionate. Josh surrendered to desire and kissed her with all the passion and frustration he had, but just as suddenly as the kiss began, Jackie stopped. She leaned back on her hands and asked him. "Have you wanted me for so long and I was too blind to see it?" "I've wanted a lot of girls, Jackie. You, I fell in love with." "You have been so good to me. You took care of me like no other ever has. Would you treat me that well if I was your girlfriend?" A nod. "And would you make love to me as passionately as you just kissed me?" Her hands came forward and started unbuttoning her blouse. Looking up at his dark eyes, she invited him to assist. Josh stood up in front of her at the side of the bed and finished opening her blouse. The entire time he was hoping to be sober enough to remember this in the morning. The silky blouse slid from her shoulders, exposing a lacy red bra which barely supported her heavy breasts. Arching her back to let the blouse fall completely away, her breasts heaved upwards, arousing him further. Jackie reached behind her back to unhook her bra, leaving it to fall in her lap. Josh's fingers reached to touch them, almost timid in his approach. Taking a perfect breast in each of his hands, he felt their weight and warmth. He squeezed them, feeling their mass and mentally measuring them. Was she a D-cup, or a large C? He caressed the small dark nipples which had already begun to stiffen. The end of his thumbs covered them completely as he started twirling them around in small circles. Jackie's eyes closed to enjoy the sensation. Josh marveled at her beauty. Her hands covered his and urged him to squeeze her breasts together. He kneaded them gently, still not believing this was actually happening. Jackie pulled at his belt buckle. She leaned in closer and looked straight into his eyes. He saw the pain of her breakup, the pain of losing his close friendship, and regret that this didn't happen sooner. "Josh," Jackie began. "You were my closest friend and I knew you could never hurt me. You were always safe for me to run back to, but I had no idea that I was hurting you so badly. I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry. No one was ever so good to me." Josh's pants fell away from his waist and Jackie sent his underwear right after. His erection raged in anticipation. She took it in her hands and watched it throb, the purple head expanding with each excited beat of his heart. Running a finger around the tip, she looked up at him again; there was a sorrowful look in her eyes. One hand cupped his balls and gently pulled his hips forward. Her mouth came to meet him, tongue softly tasting the head. "I owe you this Josh, it's so long overdue. I want to make it all up to you, for hurting you so much." They were Jackie's last words before she took him into her mouth. She began with slow shallow bobs of her head and then two longer thrusts before she stopped to hold her breath. Josh looked down to watch in amazement as the entire length disappeared into her mouth. Her nose was pressing against his tight abs, and the feeling was unbelievable. Instinctively, his hands went to her head, guiding her rhythm as he caressed her face. He had dreamed of this moment for years, never expecting it to happen, and yet here he stood, watching his cock slide in and out of her mouth. He was so aroused that he was ready to explode already. Jackie sensed his nearing orgasm but she was not going to let this end so fast. She pulled her head back and removed her hands, leaving him exposed to the cool room air. The coolness was a surprise compared to the warmth of her mouth. They both watched as it danced in mid air to the beat of his racing heart. She caressed his length with a light finger, teasing just enough to keep his attention. Even rarer was the painfully short touch of her lips or tongue. It seemed her years in college had taught her more than what could be found in textbooks; she was wonderfully skilled in her tease. Josh could not remove his eyes from the sight of her hands, her dark nail polish against her tanned fingers; both of them against his engorged flesh. One hand held his balls, gently squeezing and pulling just hard enough to make the flesh tight; a finger massaged him just behind, sending waves of electricity through his entire groin. Without releasing her grip, Jackie stood up before him, her second hand squeezing his manhood firmly. He didn't even realize that she was now staring him in the face as his eyes were transfixed on her hands. "I want you to take me Josh." She looked straight into his eyes. "I want to make you feel good. I want us both to feel good." Her voice was trailing off, and there were now tears in her eyes. "I want to feel good again... please," she almost cried. Releasing her grip, she reached to raise her skirt. She pulled her thong to the side, inviting him to have her. Frat House Visit Ch. 02 "Jackie, wait," Josh said, pulling away from her. "Why are you suddenly doing this? Have you been waiting for me all along?" "Josh please," Jackie begged, trying to pull his hips towards her, "Let me finish. I want to make you happy. Let me thank you for your friendship. Let me make it all up to you so we can feel better." "You don't really love me, do you?" "Of course I do Josh. You have been the best friend I've ever had and I've hurt you. This is why I want to do this for you. Please let me. I feel so bad about how I've used your friendship. I was selfish and I lost the best friend I ever had. Let me be selfless for once, please." Josh shook his head. "No, Jackie. This is not what I wanted. I have cared for you for so long, and have wanted you so badly, but I won't do it like this. You are shit-faced. You only want to do this out of pity, and to clear your own guilt. I won't do it. I'd feel like shit in the morning if I did this now. I'm sorry, but I can't. Not like this." He reached for her hips and pulled her skirt back down. Then he picked up her bra and shirt from the bed, handing them to her. She reached for him, but he caught her hands in his own. He raised her hands to his face and kissed them each softly. Her eyes pleaded with him one last time, but he turned her down. Pulling his pants up, Josh checked the mirror to make sure he was put together again with a touch of normalcy. Jackie put her clothes back on quickly, embarrassed by the rejection. She had not even fully closed her blouse when she bolted from the room. Josh heard a brief scuffle in the hall as she ran, but decided not to chase her. He had to wrestle with his own feelings again, wondering if he had just done the right thing. Frat House Visit Ch. 03 ***SHE*** Manny turned the corner from the bathroom just in time to see Josh carry the woman into the room. They had been at the door long enough for Manny to see the woman, but she was not sure if this was the famous Jackie? Josh had stood her against the wall as he struggled to find the key to the lock. Even in this drunken state, the woman was beautiful. Her hair was lush, long and dark. She filled out her blouse in a way Manny could never hope to. She had all the curves the boys liked, and then some. Standing there in the shadow, Manny felt insecurity rise in the pit of her stomach. That is what all the boys want, including Josh. Manny watched Josh pick the woman up again with an ease that surprised her. She was not a small girl, but he carried her into the room easily and pushed the door behind them. Manny was unsure of whether or not to interrupt them, but he wanted to help for Josh's sake. If that was Jackie, Manny knew he cared about her a lot. She hesitated in the hall, debating with herself what to do next. She took a few steps towards the door before noise from across the hall caught her attention. Above the sounds of the din from below, she could hear a yelling crowd. Several voices rose and fell as if watching a sporting event. Curiosity got the best of her and she turned towards the other door. Pushing the door open slightly, Manny saw a lot of people forming a circle around the middle of the room. Only catching glimpses through the bodies in front of her, she thought that someone was naked on the bed. She was not sure what was going on, and was suddenly surprised as the door was yanked open from inside. A guy dragged her into the room by the arm and handed her a cup of beer. "Either get in, or get out girl. But don't leave the door open like that for all to see." He pushed the door and she heard the lock click behind her. Everyone was focused on the bed, but she could see nothing more yet. She squirmed her way between two guys to get a better look. One of them grabbed her ass as she passed, and it scared her enough to make her jump. Looking back at him and his friends, she decided not to say anything for fear of getting into a bad situation while locked in this room. She turned her attention to the bed, shocked by what she saw. There were five people on a very large bed, two girls and three guys. One of the girls lay on her back with one guy squatting above her face. She was feverishly licking and sucking his penis and balls, while another guy was licking her cleanly shaved pussy. She was squirming and moaning from the oral attention, passing it along just as skillfully to the guy in her mouth. The other pair were in a land of their own, the girl sitting high atop him on the bed, riding roughly. The crowd noise was escalating with her as she rode him faster, willing him to make her cum. Louder groans from the threesome drew Manny's attention to the guy receiving oral. He had reached the point of no return, and Manny could see the girl below trying not to choke under his thrusts. She twisted her head to escape him while trying to push him from her mouth, but he would not allow her to get away completely, and ended up spraying all over her face. She was blinded by the sticky mess, and tried to wipe herself with the sheets, but before she could succeed, the second guy rolled her onto her stomach. The first guy grabbed her by the wrists and pulled her arms out straight. The second came up behind with his penis in hand, stroking it to ensure its preparation. He kneeled behind her and spit into his hand, then stroked it once on his shaft. Then with a quick thrust, he plunged into her, drawing gasps from deep in her throat. She began to struggle, but the guy holding her wrists kept her down as the penetrator's weight kept her pinned to the bed. His hips worked with the speed of a rabbit. The girl winced below each thrust, moaning expressions of her pleasure. It was not long before this guy was cumming also. He tensed up in orgasmic contractions, withdrawing to shoot his seed all over her back. As he finished, Manny saw more guys approaching the bed; stepping up to take a turn with her. They actually seemed to be forming a line, and she had never seen so many penises in her life. The second girl was well on her way to her own conclusion when she looked over at the first girl. She watched as her friend's face was being pushed into a pillow; unaware of the guy coming up behind her. He grabbed her hands from behind her and pushed her flat onto the chest of her partner. Her ride lay still beneath, as the second guy climbed up behind her. With her ass exposed high on her perch, he stroked his penis with his free hand, coaxing it to life. Manny saw it was not as long as the one she glimpsed in the shower, but it was quite thick and she feared it would never fit inside the girl. As he pushed it inside her ass, Manny expected to hear screams of anguish, but there were moans of joy instead. Manny could not believe her eyes. This girl was taking two penises at one time in two different holes! How could she enjoy this? The crowd around the bed started chanting, "Open up, join up, open up, join up..." Manny realized that all the guys in the room were dropping their pants and in various stages of physical arousal. Some were well along the way of stroking themselves, others just freeing themselves of their underwear. The penises were all sizes, and colors. She was both excited and scared of the display in the room. Although their attention seemed to be on the bed, she became painfully aware that she was the only woman in the room not being taken by multiple guys. With the rising fervor in the room, she feared that she could be next. The crowd closed in around the bed, chanting louder and louder. Manny pushed her way to the back and wrestled to free the lock on the door. She took one last look back to see the first girl sitting atop one guy and holding another penis in each hand. Manny finally turned for the door, slamming it shut as she left the room. Manny was both excited and confused. How those girls could do that was beyond her. Two girls taking on so many guys was madness. Were they really enjoying themselves? Would they remember doing this tomorrow? Wouldn't they be embarrassed by it? The entire thing was so scary, yet somehow exciting and arousing at the same time. Manny was dizzy from the scene and the alcohol, lost as to what to do next. Josh, she thought. If she could find Josh, she could find some semblance of normalcy, and maybe he could make sense of what she just saw. She hurried back across the hall, and then pressed her ear to the door. She knocked softly, but there was no response. She knocked louder; no response. She imagined that she might not hear the answer over the din from downstairs, so she tried the handle. It wasn't locked, so Manny pushed it open just a bit. Through the opening she saw the dark haired woman topless and on her knees. Her head was bobbing to and fro between the legs the guy standing before her. In a moment of horror, Manny gasped and leapt backwards from the door when she realized that guy was her brother! Waiting for the shock to pass, she listened for sounds that she had been discovered, but there were no so such sounds. Manny eased the door open farther this time. She was frozen to the spot, watching this woman suck her brother's penis as her naked breasts swayed from side to side. Josh's hands were on her head, and the look on his face showed he was enjoying it. If he opened his eyes, he would surely see Manny, but she forgave him his distraction. The familiar warmth had started between Manny's legs, and she could no longer ignore the need to touch it. She glanced left and right down the hall to ensure she was alone in her voyeurism, before sliding a finger of relief under her skirt. She chose to kneel on the floor for the rest of the show. This would make her hands in her lap less conspicuous. Then she opened her mouth to mimic the girl, imagining performing the service herself. The woman leaned back and took her mouth away, and Manny could see her brother's penis. It was hard and thick, but not too long, at least not like the scary one she had seen in the other room. It was twitching as it stood out before him, and she watched it jump in awe. She wondered if all guys did that. The pair had turned enough for Manny to see that the girl was teasing him now, alternately stroking and licking the tip. Her own hands followed the example, as if understudy to the star. The girl then stood, still holding him firmly in her hand. She was saying something to Josh, but the words did not reach Manny's ears. As the two spoke, there was a look of sorrow that fell between them. Josh seemed to be leading the way. The girl sat back on the bed, raising her skirt and pulling her underwear to the side. Her pubic hair had been completely shaved and her vaginal lips were small and thin, both traits quite foreign to Manny. Her girlfriends had told her that she had to shave if she was ever going to wear a bathing suit, but she never did wear one in public. Manny was embarrassed by the thickness and length of her vaginal lips, learning early that they would show through a bathing suit. So on the rare occasions that she did swim in public, it was in a pair of shorts. The conversation continued between the two in the room, but the woman's invitation was apparently declined. Josh handed her clothes back to her, and turned to dress himself. Manny was caught up in her brother's obvious sorrow, and didn't notice the woman was moving quickly towards the door. Manny had no time to clear the way and the woman ran right into her, before cursing her and running on. She had not even finished dressing completely; her blouse hanging halfway off her shoulder. The sobs were telling that she had not taken Josh's rejection lightly. Manny got up from the floor as quickly as she could; scurrying down the hall to the room she was sharing with her brother. She didn't want Josh to catch her outside the door, realizing what she had seen. Adrenaline was racing through her. She wanted to help ease his pain, but to do so would only prove she was there; flight seemed the better of her choices. With her decision made, she slipped into the bedroom and closed the door. She sat on the bed allowing her racing heart to slow; trying to figure out what to do next. ************************* ***HE*** Josh had wanted Jackie for so long. He had waited and waited, and now when his time finally arrived, he couldn't go through with it; not like this. Jackie was completely drunk, and was only doing it out of pity for him. Even worse, it was really just to make herself feel better. Despite his desires for her, he was not willing to have her in this way. He did not want her pity, and he knew she would regret it when she sobered up. It was just not what he had been dreaming of all these years. After a last peek into the mirror, he stepped into the hall, headed back downstairs. The music grew louder as Josh descended the stairs to the main room of the party. The party had continued to grow and there were many more couples and single girls on the dance floor. In his mood, he didn't bother to scan the dance floor for the hottest girls. He was headed straight for the bar. The plan was to get in a few shots, and then he would evaluate his next steps with a good buzz on. Maybe he might find a girl to spend a few hours of quality time with to help him forget about Jackie... at least until the sun came up again. Bang, bang, bang. The three shot glasses slammed back on the top of the bar. Josh was determined to drown his anguish and frustration. He scanned the room for a potential partner. There was the usual assortment of long legged women, wearing skirts that were barely bigger than a band-aid. There was an array of breasts on display, bouncing before him on the dance floor. They ran the gamut from barely there to 'those can't be real', and some of these women were gorgeous, but Josh just couldn't motivate himself to pursue any of them. He was really down, and despite the unfulfilled hardon still raging in his pants, the choice to leave the party seemed the best. He'd head back upstairs and lock himself away in his room, letting the rest of the house party on around him. ************************* ***SHE*** Manny was sitting on the edge of the bed still trying to digest what she had seen. The last few hours had been quite educational, but seeing her own brother was testing her emotional limits. She couldn't come to terms with being so turned on by the site of her brother getting head, and the thought that she would have watched the entire scene if things had not gone sour between him and the brunette. Turning the images over and over in her head, she rocked herself gently on the bed, sliding her hands up and down her thighs. It was a gesture she had done all her life. In times of emotional duress, she found it calming, but this time it was not working. Her hands brushed against the moist swatch of fabric that was passing for her underwear, and she was reminded of her arousal. That was Josh, for goodness sake, how could she be so turned on by her brother? But she was. The image of Josh's hard penis sliding in and out of that woman's mouth was so sexy. Manny wondered how it would feel sliding across her lips and if she would choke if he pushed in too far. The moisture between her legs returned and she spread her legs farther apart. The brushing of her thighs quickly became caresses of her lips, and the light from the lamp glistened on their wetness. She unconsciously formed an O with her lips as she imagined trying to get it into her mouth. She spread herself wider and rubbed faster as she allowed the images to sink in without prejudice. His penis was a beautiful sight, and she began to imagine its pressure as he probes between her wet hairy lips. Whether it would pull her hair as he went in, she did not know, but she conjured him as a gentle lover who would be concerned that he did not hurt her. Manny closed her eyes and lay back on the bed, becoming consumed by the fantasy. She raised her hips skyward to free herself of her g-string for unobstructed access. Then her fingers plunged deeply, two at a time, as her mind saw Josh's beautiful penis. He lay atop her gently with the width of his hips spreading her thighs. She envisioned his muscular shoulders and chest, as they bore the weight of his body during his slow penetration. He would feel so good, she imagined, so much better than her hairbrush ever could. She was lost in the dream while her fingers continued, and she began to whisper his name. Frat House Visit Ch. 04 ***HE*** The shots of alcohol hit him hard and fast. Josh didn't realize how buzzed he was until the redhead bumped into him on the dance floor. He managed to stop himself from falling over, but the abrupt movements left his head trying to catch up. Some of his buddies straightened him up and asked if he was okay. They had seen Jackie leave after he'd carried her upstairs, and now he wasn't looking too good. He nodded, mumbling something inaudibly and continued his withdrawal from the party. He had lost the mood to be sociable, and was already wondering how much longer the party would go on. At the top of the stairs, it occurred to Josh that he had not seen Manny in a while. He didn't recall seeing her on the dance floor, and thought it worth a peek around the house. He turned slowly, checking his balance as he spun. He was better this time, and brave enough to descend the stairs without grasping for the rail. He started on the main floor, searching through every room. Then he went down to the basement near the bar, shaking off the thought of another shot. "Focus," he whispered to himself as he walked. Manny had to be here somewhere, and it was his duty to watch out for his little sister. Fifteen minutes passed, and Josh had completed his tour of the lower floors of the house. Manny wasn't on both dance floor, and no one had seen her in a while. One of the frat brothers remembered her asking for a bathroom, so maybe she had gone upstairs. "Of course," Josh thought. She was probably drinking too much and was now paying her dues to the porcelain gods. He smirked to himself as he headed back upstairs. "High schoolers. They think they can handle the college parties, but they can't." Josh turned off the top of the stairs and stuck his head into the bathroom doorway. "Manny! Manny you in there?" "Who the fuck is Manny," a deep voice snapped back from one of the stalls. "My sister, dipshit. Have you seen her?" "As far as I know, I'm the only one in here, bro." "Takin a stroke 'cause you can't get no poke?" "Oh, fuck you!" Josh turned, laughing out loud as he headed for the room. It was the only sensible place left that she might be. He was not ready for panic mode just yet. She was probably unconscious after emptying her stomach in the bathroom. He imagined he would find her snoring on her bed. She used to snore when she was younger, and he wondered if she still did that. He thought to open the door slowly in an effort to not wake her, but figured if she was sleeping through the party ruckus, opening the door couldn't do any harm. Dim light from the door fanned across the room like the curtain before the opening act. Josh could never have guessed what the first act would be, but he discovered he had front row seats. Manny's legs were spread wide and her dress was pulled up to her waist. Her fingers were at work as she gyrated and moaned, but her eyes were closed as she was deep inside her fantasy. Josh stood in silence, frozen to the spot. His eyes were transfixed between her legs and he watched in awe as for the second time tonight, he saw his little sister as a sexual being. She was moaning just loud enough for him to hear it above the noise from downstairs. The syllable was not quite discernable, so he stepped further into the room; closing the door behind him and muting the din from below. She repeated her groan more clearly this time, and it brought his cock to attention. "Josh," her voice wavered, drifting off into space. Then again, she repeated his name as she slid her fingers in deeper. "Teach me what its like," she pleaded dreamily. "I want to feel you inside me." Josh felt the hardness growing in his pants. It was pleading to be released, yet from above, the instructions were to stand fast. His hand unconsciously stroked the fabric that held his mindless desire, while his mind raced wildly, still clouded by the drinking. He watched Manny's hand as it traced the length her body, up to squeeze her firm young breasts. Her nipples stood proudly against the shimmering fabric of her dress, and yearned for a tongue to lick them. Would he dare oblige them, he heard his mind ponder, but was equally ashamed by the thought. He tried to create some distance by taking a step back, only to knock over her hairdryer. ************************* ***SHE*** Manny was startled by the sound of the hairdryer as it fell from the table. She tried to cover up as fast as she could, grabbing the side of the bed sheets and pulling them over her naked legs while trying to roll herself into a cocoon. "Get out!" she demanded from her veil of cover. She listened for the sound of movement, but there was none. She yelled again, louder this time. "Get out of here you Peeping Tom! I'll scream 'rape'. My brother is downstairs!" "Emmanuelle," Josh said just above the party noise. "Get the hell out!" she screamed again, this time her fury gave her the courage to face the intruder. She sat up with the sheets still wrapped across her chest and looked into his face. Her mouth dropped open in silence. Her brother stood not 5 feet away. It was difficult to hold his gaze. His eyes expressed surprise and embarrassment but the bulging outline in his pants expressed arousal. "Manny," Josh started again. "I didn't mean to walk in on... I mean, I should have knocked. I just never expected that you would be..." "I never expected to either," Manny began. "I have seen so many things tonight, and I started thinking about them again. I got, well.. So I started to..." "I know," Josh responded. "These parties can get pretty wild sometimes. I was worried about what you might see once you got here." His face was turning to a look of disappointment, and he could feel his erection subsiding. "I mean, even I was..." "I know," Manny interrupted sheepishly. She swallowed hard before the next words left her lips. "I saw you with that girl in the room down the hall." His eyes widened at the news. "You saw me with Jackie? You saw what she was doing to me?" "THAT was Jackie," she asked? "She is beautiful, just like you said. I thought you wanted to be with her, Josh. What happened in there? Why did you stop?" "It wasn't right. That is not the way I wanted to be with her." Josh's face showed signs of remorse. Manny sat up on the side of the bed with her feet back on the floor. "I'm sorry, Josh." She could feel his pain, and was struggling to understand the feelings she was having right now. "It's her loss, not yours." He continued, "I don't want her pity. And I don't want to be a way for her to get over her guilt. I've known her too long, and she has known how I feel about her." "I would never do that to you. I mean, if some guy felt that way about me, I could never do that to him." Suddenly the conversation changed. "Do you think I'm pretty," Manny blurted out. "Would guys think I am as beautiful and sexy as Jackie? Would they want to be with me as badly as you wanted to be with her?" The change of topics caught Josh off guard and he tried to find a neutral response. "I couldn't compare you two. You have different qualities." "Do YOU think I'm beautiful? Do you think I am sexy?" It was obvious that Manny was boldly going down a road Josh was unsure he wanted to travel, but thought back to when he found himself unconsciously leering at Manny downstairs. He remembered the hard on as she moved about the room dancing. His little sister was growing into a beautiful sexy young woman, and if his conscious mind was struggling to cope, his baser instincts had already rendered their decision. He nodded to her in silence, unwilling to hear himself say the words. "Do you love me, Josh?" "Of course I do, you are my sister." Josh was trying to maintain a level of distance from the conversation, but he could feel himself being swept away with the tide. "Will you help me then?" ************************* ***THEY*** Josh grew nervous even before the words finished leaving his mouth. He knew the answer, but the question came out anyway. "Help you with what?" Manny pulled the sheet from across her lap, exposing her long thinly muscled legs. Part of her dress was still up high enough for him to see her pubic hair. "I want you to show me what it's like. I want to know how good it feels to have sex. Please teach me." "Emmanuelle, I can't do that. It is just so wrong!" She spread her legs wider and reached for his hips. She pulled him closer by the belt loops on his pants. His hardon was most obvious to her now. "Please," she whispered again. "I know you won't hurt me because you love me, and I love you too so I won't tell anyone. Show me how to do what Jackie was doing. Let me see what it's like to do that." The last shards of resistance and reason melted away as he looked down at her sweet face. Her brown hair was falling across the sides of her face and there was true love in her eyes. He loved her as well, and knew this was testing the limits, but he couldn't focus on why he shouldn't do this, and finally succumb to her desires for an education that isn't found in any college course of study. Manny held his belt loops until he opened his buckle and zipper. Then she let them fall to his ankles, and his penis was just one layer away. Josh lowered his boxers and his hardness sprang into view. She found its thickness surprising and wondered if she could ever stretch to fit its girth. Josh took it in hand, giving it a few strokes. Class was about to begin and he wanted to be sure he was fully ready. Josh stood before her, as Manny tested its weight with both hands. "I have been thinking about your penis since I saw you with Jackie," she said. "And before that I saw some girl sucking some guy in the shower. I wanted to try it." Manny leaned forward to take the end of his cock in her mouth. It was not difficult to get her mouth around it, but she could not take it very deeply without the urge to gag. "That's okay," Josh said as he stroked her soft brown hair. "Concentrate your tongue and lips around the head, and use your hands in a circle as an extension of your mouth for the rest of it." She was a quick study, and her excitement was obvious. She paused to slide off the bed and drop to her knees on the floor. Josh kicked his pants aside and assumed the position for the rest of the way. Manny's tongue lapped at every inch of his throbbing flesh, kissing him down to his dangling balls. She held them gently and scratched the hair with her fingernails, drawing gasps of pleasure from above. It wasn't long before he could feel the approaching orgasm. She pumped him in and out of her mouth and hands faster and faster, and his hips were thrusting in time. Her excitement grew with each thrust, as she felt his hands holding the top of her head. His groans escalated until she felt him withdraw, saying he was about to cum. "Use your hands now, keep stroking it," he instructed. Manny did as she was told and used both hands to stroke his length as fast as she could. His body began to shudder and it was not long before he was shooting his offering onto her chest. She stroked until every drop was released, amazed by the experience. She wanted more, but Josh put his hands over hers to slow her pace, and allowing his erection to subside. Manny sat still with her eyes fixated on his cock. She watched closely as it began to droop, losing its will to stand. "Does it come back," she asked with a hint of despair. "I want to try some more." Josh tried not to laugh at the question. "Yes it does, my dear little sister, but it will take a little time. In the meantime, I think you better remove that dress. It's going to need a cleaning after that." The dress was matted to her chest by his ejaculate. It clung to her small pert breasts and pointed nipples, and she stood to peel it off. Josh admired her succulent body as he slipped his sweater over his head. Her elongated form with arms stretched high was a magnificent site to behold. Manny was a wonderful vision of strong shapely calves and legs, tight firm abs, perfectly sized flawless breasts with finely toned arms and shoulders. He saw the beautiful young woman Manny had become, and he was quite eager to demonstrate his appreciation. Josh stepped closely behind her as Manny's dress finished its ascent. His hands gently traced the sides of her torso, savoring the warmth of her flesh. She shook her head to free her hair, radiating the flowery sent of her shampoo to his nostrils. He pulled her closer, pressing her muscled back against his chiseled abs and chest. Snaking forward, his strong swimmer's arms embraced her tightly, fingers pinching her wanting nipples. The electricity leapt from her breasts to her clit, and she leaned further into his body, emitting a long relieved groan. "You are beautiful Emmanuelle," Josh whispered in her ear. "You are sexy, and I do want you, any guy would. I love you, and I will teach you." She spun in his arms, putting hers around his neck. She looked deeply into his eyes and smiled. "I'm happy you are the one to teach me, Josh," and then she kissed him softly on the lips. He sat her close to the foot of the bed and gestured for her to lie back before bending down to his knees. Holding her ankles, Josh raised Manny's legs and draped them over his broad shoulders. She shuddered with the thought of her brother seeing her in this most revealing position, but was simultaneously eager for his first touch. Feathery kisses danced up her thighs; first one leg and then the other. He teased with his slow approach, feeling her roil with flaming desire. She parted her wet hairy lips, exposing her large hard clit; the gesture a plea to experience his tongue. Her clit was huge by Josh's experience, and her fragrance was irresistible. Manny's hard clit slid quickly into his mouth and he suckled as if it were candy. Her hands flittered at her sides caressing her fingertips from hip to chest. Josh's fingers pushed inside her while his tongue lapped at her clit, driving her on to further heights. He briefly pulled away and her hips rose from the bed yearning for more. He knew she was ready and wrapped his arms tightly over her legs. He sucked her large clit into his mouth and drove her over the top. She screamed with the onrushing climax, tossing her head frantically from side to side. Lost in the wake, she scratched at her stomach, raising red marks, and pulled furiously at her nipples. At the peak of her release she was pushed higher still by the finger Josh pushed into her ass. It was abrupt and unexpected, but the pain was fuel on her bonfire. She shrieked at his assault. She had never imagined putting anything in her ass, but it was exciting and she wanted more. She cried 'yes' over and over as the glorious feelings subsided and her racing heart started to slow. "Oh my God," she whispered from a hoarse throat. "Josh, that was incredible." He crawled up onto the bed and Manny saw his stiff cock dangling between his legs. She raised her knees as he brought himself down over her, wanting to feel the thickness of his cock. Josh paused to put on protection and had time to think about what he was doing. She saw his hesitation and pulled him to her, whispering "I want this, please Josh. I want this to be with you." Josh rose again and Manny lifted her legs while her hand guided his cock to her. Her lips parted under his steadily increasing pressure. Her warm wet virginal flesh strained to accept his girth. Each slow thrust parted her more deeply than the one before. She concentrated on the ripples of pleasure emanating from their connection; ignoring the twinges of pain as she tried to get comfortable with his intrusion. The thrusts were slow and shallow and seemed to go on and on. He kissed her neck and face throughout. His hands stroked her hair and caressed her body until his breathing became faster and he started to groan. He let loose a low guttural moan and his hips started to shudder. Emmanuelle wrapped herself tightly around him and pulled him insider her as deeply as she could bear. She felt the tension seep from his muscles, but she would not let him go for a very long time. She felt their hearts beating in unison and knew that he was the right one to be her first. She loved her brother and knew that he loved her. Even if he had never said the words, she could feel it in his touch. She had given her virginity to the man that cared most about her in the world, and no one cared more for him than she. It will probably be an uncomfortable tomorrow, but today had ended just right.