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Never Have I Ever

By: SmallTownPrincess



Cassie gasped, jumping in her seat as the clap of thunder and splitting bolt of lightning across the screen lit the theater like daylight for an instant. In her momentary panic, she grabbed at the armrest, the fingers of her left hand finding instead the warm forearm of her fellow movie-goer and best friend, Andrew.

Their met eyes for a moment, hers still wide with residual surprise and his glittering with amusement. With a blush for her silly panic and for the unexpected touch, she took her hand away, crossing her arms across her stomach and turning her face back to the screen.

Recently, for reasons she couldn't entirely understand, Cassie had begun to feel awkward around Andrew; too often she found herself blushing for small things, or giggling nervously, or losing the courage to do things like brush a hand through his hair or jump on his back for a piggy-back ride - things that a few months earlier she would have done without thinking.

It was their stupid friend Margaret who'd started it, with her talk of "friends with benefits." Cassie had never considered the idea that her tall, gangly Andy could be, as Margaret had put it, "a certified hottie." They'd been friends for so long that she could no longer hold herself far enough away from him to be able to see him with an objective, appraising eye.

Andrew's lips suddenly brushed her ear as he leaned over close to whisper to her, and she nearly jumped again. "The scary part's coming," he murmured, offering his shoulder as a place for her to hide her eyes. 

Ah, this was why she loved him so. Who else would understand how much she loved horror films - and how deeply they terrified her? Who would take the time to go to these films first without her, then come back to see them a second time, ready to point out all the really horrific scenes so that she could hide her face and not be scarred beyond belief?

No doubt he would also stay with her after the movie tonight, curled in an uncomfortable ball on the floor next to her bed to act as her protector. He snored and drooled and would probably sleep through the apocalypse, but somehow having him there still made her feel better. 

When the film ended, the heroine narrowly escaping by boat as the only survivor, Cassie and Andrew filed out into the chilly, early autumn night. Cassie shivered, and Andrew dropped a friendly arm around her shoulders.

"Did you like it?" Cassie asked.

"It was alright. Definitely better this time than when I watched it by myself. Your reactions are priceless," Andrew said with a laugh.

"I can't help it! I jump at the jumps, I'm scared of the scary parts - that's what's supposed to happen when you go see a horror movie!"

"I wasn't complaining. I'm amused." 

"Hey, I saw you jump a little when he came out from under the shed to grab that girl's ankles."

"Strictly for your benefit. I am never scared."

"Oh? Well, good. You can stay up and keep watch tonight. Make sure no creepers come in my house in the middle of the night to chop me up for their stew."

Andrew stifled a yawn, shaking his head. "An all-night vigil? Fat chance of that. You'd have to stay up with me."

Immediately, Cassie began to think of ways she might keep him awake, each a little more risque than the last, and she blushed again. What was it about him tonight that made her think such silly thoughts? He was joking with her, being her almost-brotherly friend as he always had been. The flirtatious edge was something she was imagining, she knew.

"Whatever you want, just keep the monsters away from me!" Cassie cried with a melodramatic wave of her arms. She ducked out from under his arm, darted the last few feet to the door of his car and leapt inside.

The drive to her house was quiet, each of them thinking their own private thoughts in companionable silence. Once they got to the house, Cassie began to feel again a twinge of that fear she had experienced in the theater. The darkness, the quiet, the sense of waiting, it unnerved her enough that she let Andrew lead the way through the front door, clinging to his arm as if that would save her if some slasher movie antagonist were waiting on the other side.

"I don't want to go to sleep yet," Cassie said as they marched to her room, Andrew turning on lights as they went. "I'm all antsy. Let's play a game or something, huh?"

Cassie had a grand total of three board games, one of which was nothing more than a sticky Candy Land board, devoid of any cards or playing pieces; there was little there with which to while away the evening hours.

"Let's play Never Have I Ever," Cassie suggested, and Andrew shrugged, his preferred signal of acquiescence. 

They sat on either end of her bed, both cross-legged, facing each other and hugging pillows in their laps. Each of them held up all ten fingers, ready to play.

"Never have I ever...read Hamlet," Andrew said by way of starting. Cassie shook her head.

"No, that's boring!" 

"What? We always do stuff like that."

"I know! Let's talk about something more fun than our reading lists and bodily functions." She eyed him beadily, daring him to repeat his disgusting scatological comments from the last time they'd played this game. 

"Like what?"

"Like..." Cassie considered and discarded a dozen suggestions instantly, filing them away as either too mild or far too dirty. "Like, never have I ever kissed someone below the chin."

"Really, never?"

"Never ever."

"I'm not putting a finger down for that. It's dumb. You can't seriously have gotten to be nearly twenty years old and never done that."

"But I haven't!"

"Come here. Kiss me right here on the neck, and then think of another one." He was laughing, but he did lean forward and pull his shirt away from the side of his neck, clearly intending for her to follow through.

With another blush - would they never stop? - she bent and pressed her lips quickly to the spot where his neck met his shoulder. It was brief, but she was still pleasantly surprised by how warm his skin was there.

"Alright, now think of a better one than that," Andrew said with another laugh, sitting back.

"I can't think of anything. You say one."

"Alright, fine. Never have I ever...made out with a hot girl who was sober."

It was Cassie's turn to laugh. "Wait, how many drunk hot girls have you made out with?"

"Just one, but she was scorching."

"Oh, prettier than me, huh?" She meant it as a joke, but her tone fell a little short of the levity she was going for, and she ended up sounding a great deal more jealous than she felt.

"Well, no, I mean, not prettier than you, per se..."

Cassie gave him her most dramatic look of mock-hurt. "You don't think I'm pretty, Andrew?"

"Are you kidding? You're beautiful, Cass. But you're...you know...you're Cassie."

A jolt of something like fear, but entirely not, shot through Cassie's stomach. He'd never said that before, that she was beautiful. True, he'd qualified it, but at the same time...he thought she was beautiful. Her face warmed.

"I'm tempted to make you make out with me and pick another one, just because you were so obnoxious about mine," Cassie said, laughing.

Andrew laughed once, but then his smile became something decidedly more inviting.

"Oh, really? That wasn't obnoxious. I was merely pointing out that there are things in this life that you should have done in your teenage years."

"And making out with a girl with no alcohol involved is definitely something you should have done. I still have another couple months before I'm out of my teens. You've missed the boat already! Anything you do now is necessary just to catch up."

"So you think I should have done...this?" He rolled up onto his hands and knees, which put his face directly in front of hers, an inch or two away. After a pause, their lips touched, and in her surprise at the suddenness of it she broke the kiss to suck in a startled breath.

He backed away a couple of inches, thinking he'd startled her unpleasantly, but Cassie followed him, leaning forward until they were separated by a mere sliver of air. Andrew kissed her again, softly at first, but then inspiration seemed to strike, and he sat up a little, putting his hands on either side of her face to hold her to him. When he finally released her, both of them were breathing a little harder, eyes a little wide, movements a little uncertain.

"So," Andrew said, clearing his throat and sitting back. "So, I guess I can't use that one anymore. Unless you've been drinking, of course?" Still too stunned to react properly to his comic jabs, she merely shook her head. "I thought not. You're not alcoholic enough to sneak a flask into a movie theater. Well, is it your turn to think of one, then, or are you going to make me go again?"

"I, um..." Cassie shook her head a little, cleared her throat. "Well, let's see. Never have I ever..." She thought of the moment earlier when Andrew had pulled his shirt back from his neck, showing off the lovely, muscled shoulders he was secretly proud of. She wondered if the rest of him was as nice as his shoulders. "Never have I ever seen any of my friends naked." 

Andrew's eyebrows shot up. "What, you've never been in a locker room before?"

"When would I have been in a locker room?" Cassie laughed. She was not the athletic sort, as Andrew was well aware.

"Still, never? Like, you've never gone streaking, skinny dipping, changed in front of each other, anything?" 

Cassie shook her head, grinning. Andrew stood up next to the bed. "Well, I can't let that go unchanged. Seriously, nudity among friends - it's a rite of passage!" 

He seized the back of his shirt and tugged it over his head, dumping it unceremoniously on the floor before going to work on his belt. Cassie watched with a mixture of horrified amazement that he was actually stripping naked in her bedroom, laughable discomfort because it was Andrew, and a growing appetite for the new perspective she was gaining on him, this thought of him as a real, handsome, sexy boy - not just her buddy Andrew.

His pants hit the floor and he stepped out of them, standing awkwardly in his boxers for a moment before seizing the waistband and tugging those down to his ankles, too. Cassie couldn't help but stare; she'd never seen any boy totally naked, and here was a very fine specimen of man, standing in front of her with much less self-consciousness than she would have expected.

After a moment, he bent to pull his boxers and pants back on, but Cassie protested.

"Aw, you're going to put it all back on?" she asked jokingly. "Here I thought you were going to play the rest of the game that way."

Shrugging, Andrew sat back at the end of the bed as he had been, with the notable difference that he was now stark naked. "This hardly seems fair."

"What do you mean?"

"I'm totally hanging free here, and you're still bundled up like a nun. A little reciprocation would be fair, don't you think?"

Cassie shuddered at the idea of Andrew seeing her naked. She was self-conscious enough about seeing herself in the mirror.

But Andrew was staring at her expectantly, and she knew he would play along no more without this quid pro quo. She stood nervously, then pulled her shirt up over her head, dropping it beside her. Andrew just watched, expressionless except for his small smile, so she carried on. 

Her skirt followed her shirt to the floor, and then with a deep breath she unclasped her bra in the back and dropped that onto the pile as well. Without looking at Andrew, and with a face undoubtedly colored like a beet, she slipped her panties off, sliding them down her long bare legs and kicking them off onto the pile of discarded clothes.

Andrew's eyes took in every inch of her nudity, and he sighed; she thought she heard him say "Cass" under his breath. When his eyes trailed back up to meet hers, he smiled. "And now neither of us can use that one."

Cassie sat back down, a little closer to Andrew this time, their knees touching. "It's your turn."

Andrew hadn't taken his eyes away from her yet, and still didn't as he answered without hesitation, "Never have I ever touched every inch of a girl's naked body." His hands were already reaching out to touch her shoulders, trail along her leg, cup her face. Grabbing her legs, he pulled her farther down on the bed so that she could fit lying down without hitting her head on the headboard. He took her face in his hands and kissed her sweetly.

"Andrew!" Cassie cried in a voice that was half a laugh when they paused to breathe. "What are you doing?"

"Not sure yet," Andrew said absently, tucking her hair behind her ears and kissing her soundly.

Cassie could feel her heart beating in every extremity; had she ever been able to feel every inch of her hypersensitive skin the way she could now? Andrew did not stop kissing her as his hands fell away from her face, slipped down her neck and gently ran over her breasts to her stomach. When his thumbs grazed over her nipples, a shock wave ran down through her torso, straight to that soft, dark place between her legs. She had never been as aware of that spot as she was at that instant.

Andrew was kneeling over her now as she lay back on the bed, and in their mutual nudity it was impossible for him to hide his body's appreciation of this turn of events. His erection brushed against her thigh as he shifted, and she tensed, the unfamiliarity suddenly overwhelming her. 

The kissing stopped immediately; Andrew sat back, concern on his face. "Is this okay? Are you-- I mean, is this too weird?"

"No, no," she assured him, and she meant it. All this felt surprisingly natural, even as quickly as it was moving - as if this was the most obvious and right state for them to be in, and everything they had been and done before had been awkward and unsatisfying. "Please come back."

He acquiesced with a vengeance, the force of his kiss pinning her to the bed as she wrapped one arm around his shoulders and grasped the back of his neck with the other. When he suddenly moved to change positions, he almost lifted her off the bed in his enthusiasm as she clung to him. She admired for a moment the powerful muscles of his abdomen and lower body when he sat up on his knees to shift, putting himself between her legs.

She was unbelievably, overwhelmingly aroused, almost to the point of discomfort; she could feel the slickness of her own juices between her thighs as she moved over on the bed to center herself, and when she spread her legs apart to give Andrew a place to kneel, the cold air of the room was a shock on her wet flesh.

Andrew's hands were on her hips, his thumbs tracing small circles on the skin of her stomach as his kisses began to trail downward - along her neck, across her collarbone, up the mound of her breast. His mouth closed over one nipple, his tongue moving torturously slowly in a narrowing spiral around it, ending at last in a fierce, cat-tongue lick and a small, playful nip. 

The muscles in Cassie's stomach tightened suddenly, jerking her, forcing a small gasp out from between her lips. Andrew smiled against her skin. 

One hand slid away from her hip, along the outside of her leg, fingers dragging lazily across the skin of her thigh. He folded his hand so that only his index finger pressed against her skin as he worked his way back up, running it along between her legs as she squirmed. At length, his finger found the already wet-slick folds of her nether lips, teasing them apart and sliding from her clit to her drenched opening.

Her fingers tightened on the skin of his back, her mouth dropping open; it seemed suddenly as if there wasn't enough oxygen in the room, and the lack made her deliciously dizzy. He pulled back from her a little, watching her face as his finger slid up and down slowly.

She couldn't get enough of his face, especially the tiny smile, like he had a secret and was going to tell her in little pieces, stretched out over the night. There was something strange and thrilling about watching him touch her; he seemed to waver between being the Andrew she'd always known and trusted more than anyone else in the world, and a completely different man, surprisingly sexy, totally aware of what she wanted and needed and ached for.

"Is this really happening?"

She didn't realize she'd spoken the words aloud until Andrew paused in his finger's ministrations and bent to bury his face in her neck, whispering between kisses, "It must be, unless we're both sharing the best dream I've ever had."

He sat up, eyes on her body like he was trying to memorize it. His hand started to move again, faster, his fingertip teasing her clit and sending alarmingly powerful jolts of pleasure through her body. Her toes and fingers were going numb in waves of tingles. She was blazing hot inside; her skin ought to be steaming in the air of the room. 

And at the core of her, so close to his hand, she began to feel an almost unbearable emptiness, as if he'd stolen a piece of her and he alone could return it. She closed her eyes, concentrated. She was so empty; she was a shell made only of feverish skin, holding nothing but this raging inferno and a desperate, gaping vacancy.

"I need you," she breathed, her eyes slitting open to see him. "Now. Please."

He met her eyes, his forehead creasing as he posed the silent question: Are you sure? She was beginning to feel frantic, something akin to panic filling her chest. Reaching up, she grasped his shoulders, letting her urgency show in the tightness of her grip, tugging him down where he could kiss her.

For the length of several long kisses, he just lay against her, and Cassie realized a new level of pleasure as she reveled in the buttery smoothness of his skin on hers, the solidity of his muscles as he held his weight just off of her, the unbelievable warmth between their two bodies.

And then she slid her hands from his shoulders to his waist, her eyes meeting his, wordlessly begging him to end the torturous wait and take her as they both clearly wanted. He complied eagerly, shifting, aligning himself with her slit.

In a moment of sober clarity, she allowed herself to realize what was happening. This was her virginity, that part of her that was hers to grant; she'd been holding onto this, guarding it carefully for nearly twenty years - would she give it away here, suddenly, without pause for thought or consideration for anything but how perfect the moment felt?

Andrew watched her, his eyes burning with his readiness, incredible patience on his face. She could see that he would wait until the anxiety cleared from her face again, until she asked him again to fill that space. She could see that he would stop altogether at a word, even with every cell in both of their bodies calling for them to come together in every way.

Who better to experience this with? Who would she ever trust so implicitly? Her apprehension evaporated, and she smiled up at him. She lifted her hips, the tip of his penis pressing against her flesh, the slit widening to allow the head inside. He hadn't gone far when an obvious resistance stopped their motion.

He leaned into her harder by a fraction, and she gasped at the shock of warning pain. It was so unlike any pain she'd ever felt; not terrible or unbearable, just so intensely personal. Her body was shrieking, intruder! Invader! Internal alarms everywhere were insisting that she do something to stop this thing from entering her.

But a larger part of her saw more clearly. This was Andrew. She wanted him inside her. She wanted him in her and on her and against her. So she relaxed her legs, which had tensed and tried to close. They dropped wider suddenly, and Andrew's weight carried him into her.

Her head jerked back of its own volition, her breath hissing out from between her teeth as her flesh gave, tearing a path for him.


Never Have I Ever



Don't get me wrong, I have always loved my little brother Sammy. He was always just sort of, I don't know, a dork. I think that she came out of the womb with a certain social awkwardness and a unique ability to make himself invisible in plain sight. Sammy is a total nerd and always has been. I am not saying that to put him down. Like I said, I really do love my little brother. We never had that sort of torturous older sister/younger brother thing that you see on television and movies. I just want you to know what we are dealing with here.

So, this story I am going to tell you about my brother and I happened about two years ago. At the time I was 20 years old and a sophomore in college. My brother was 18 and a senior in high school. Not that he looked it. He was always painfully shrimpy and reaching the age of adulthood hadn't changed that. I am not a tall girl, only around 5'5, but I was still taller than my brother at 5'3. On top of that he was string bean thin, probably only 110lbs. He had short brown hair and dark brown eyes. He had a handsome face, but it was a bit childish and he couldn't even begin to grow facial hair. His skin was always very pale and he was incapable of tanning. Worst of all, he always wore really baggy clothes and slouched. He looked like a pouty kid more than a man just a few months short of college.

If you just looked at us, you'd never know that we are related. As I already stated, I am taller than my brother. I have very long light blonde hair and bright, wide blue eyes. I have thick pink lips and a pretty, oval face. The only thing I don't like about my face is that I have slightly rotated eyeteeth, but some people tell me they look cute. Whatever. I have small, round breasts (34-B) and a flat stomach. I have hips slightly wider than my breasts, a toned butt, and shapely legs. On top of all that, I take after our mother and tan very easily. You wouldn't think we were cousins, let alone brother and sister.

It all started on a Friday morning. It was in December, near the end of the first semester. I would be going home for Christmas break in a few weeks and classes were just starting to wind down before exams started. As I said, my brother was a senior in high school so he was deciding where he wanted to go to college. His applications were all due in early January, so he was really running out of time. 

I went to a big public university. Very much a party school. Also very affordable. My brother was always much smarter than me and he wanted to go to some small liberal arts school in the middle of nowhere. It was prestigious and quiet, which suited my brother's personality perfectly. Unfortunately it was also wildly expensive. My dad had called me on Thursday to tell me that he was sending my brother to my school. He wanted me to show my brother around and try to convince him that my school, or a similar school, would be a better fit for him. I knew that meant my dad didn't want to pay for my brother's prestigious choice. 

I was not really excited about showing my brother around on a Friday night. I had plans, I'd been invited to a party and I wanted to dance (things that I would not be able to do with my sulking brother lingering around). But, when the man who is paying for your education (and giving you money for food and gas) asks you to do something, you have to suck it up and agree to it. So on Friday morning (a day I don't have classes) I was at the train station in town, picking up my brother.

"What's up nerd?" I asked when he sat down in the passenger seat next to me. He gave me a sad little smile and threw his duffel bag in the backseat.

"Hey Lynn," he said, "Sorry dad is making you do this." He looked almost embarrassed, like he knew that I had been bitching about him the entire drive to the train station. I smiled at him.

"Don't be a doofus," I said, "It'd be an honor to show you around." And with that I kicked the car into gear and headed back towards campus. While we drove I asked my brother about school and about his extracurricular activities (he was president of a thousand socially suicidal clubs, but I tried not to give him a hard time about it). He gave me short, embarrassed answers, so I mostly let things dropped.

"New girlfriend or anything?" I asked finally, trying to make him talk. My brother has a hard time warming up to conversation, even with my parents or me. He gets shy around people he's known his entire life. You have get him started, then he can almost manage a normal human conversation. 

"No," he said and he looked over at me with the most pathetic face I'd ever seen, "I have pretty much realized that that is never going to happen." He sounded sad, but not in an acute way. He seemed...resigned. Like he really had given up on the opposite sex. My heart broke for him. He was so smart and he could be funny when he allowed himself to be. He could be cute if he dressed himself properly. There was no reason for him to give up. I felt like I was going to cry. I reached over and gave his hand a squeeze.

"Don't think like that Sammy, you will have a beautiful girlfriend someday very soon. I know it. And someday you will get married and have an army of cute little nerdy children with glasses and pocket protectors," I said. He laughed a little and I felt better, even though I was pretty sure I hadn't convinced him of anything.

It was around ten in the morning when I parked my car outside of my dorm. I had begged my dad to let me move off campus for my sophomore year. I knew a bunch of people and could have stayed at any number of houses. But he said he didn't like the things that happened at off-campus housing and said I would be in the dorms at least through my junior year. Like you can't get drunk in a dorm or something! Sometimes, my dad is kind of dense. 

Luckily, two girls that I knew, Adrienne and Carrie, were both on full-ride academic scholarships. Because they were on scholarship, they received a grant to pay for their student housing. They'd lose the grant if they moved off campus so they stayed in the dorms as well. Since we were friendly (if not friends) we got a suite together. The suite was on the fifth floor of a large brick building and it had four rooms. There was a living room with a small kitchen essentially in one corner, a bathroom with a slim shower stall, and then two bedrooms. We'd had a coin flip to start the year and I'd won. So I had a private room and Adrienne and Carrie shared the other.

We took Sammy's duffel bag up to the dorm and dropped it in the living room. I'd already discussed it with Adrienne and Carrie, and they were cool with Sammy sleeping on the couch. When we came up, Adrienne and Carrie were sitting on the couch watching television.

"Hey Lynn" Adrienne said, "Is this the rug rat?" she pointed to my brother. He almost flinched away from her finger and Adrienne laughed. She was the boisterous and friendly roommate. She was very pretty with long black hair, grey eyes, and olive skin. She was tall and lithe with small breasts and pretty legs that she poured into tight jeans to show off her small, muscled butt.

"You're giving him a complex," Carrie said. She was the sweet and shy roommate. Not shy by my brother's standard, but by normal human standards. Carrie was short and curvy with long auburn hair and green eyes. She was almost as pale as my brother, but she pulled it off better, like a Victorian-era lady or something.

"Yeah this is Sammy," I said, throwing his bag on the floor, "Sammy this is Adrienne and this is Carrie." He stared at them blankly. His lips moved a little, but he didn't say anything.

"Nice to meet you," Carrie said, finally. Adrienne smiled and nodded.

"Same to you," My brother said in a squeaky little voice. Adrienne looked like she was about to make a joke, but I shook my head. She would think it was funny and wouldn't mean to hurt, but any little teasing would crush Sammy. We stood awkwardly and quietly for a few moments. It was like Sammy was capable of bringing discomfort with him.

"So what are you guys doing today?" Adrienne asked finally.

"Oh you know, doing the tour thing. Taking him out to Florentine's for lunch, not really sure exactly," I said.

"What are you kids doing tonight?" Adrienne asked, "Are the Sampson children going to go wild on a Friday night at the state college?"

"No," Sammy said and I was surprised, "I don't much like parties." Well that was the end of that. I was hoping to take him out, to loosen him up and make him see the opportunities that were available in college. No dice.

"Well Adrienne and I are staying in tonight. Habitat for Humanity in the morning. If you guys want to hang out with us this evening, that's cool," Carrie said. I thanked them and then dragged my brother out of the dorm. We might not be able to go to a party tonight, but I wasn't going to let him hang out in his room all day. It wasn't like he was at home.

As I promised I took my brother out to Florentine's. It's a surprisingly good, and inexpensive, Italian restaurant that is sort of a hangout for the students at my school. He looked sullen most of the time, but that was normal. He seemed to like the food. When we were done eating we checked out the things I knew he'd like. I showed him the library and the computer labs. We walked around the gardens (though they didn't look great in the winter) and the portrait gallery. We even looked in some of the darkened classrooms and dining facilities. I kept him away from the things most people would want to see, the bars and the frat houses. 

But it was nice. During the day he started to warm up a bit. We had a conversation, an honest to god talk, about college. What he was looking and everything else. I knew from what he was saying that my school could be a decent fit for him. That's the nice thing about a big college; there is plenty of space for everyone.

"I told dad I wanted to go to that little school we took you to in Springfield," he explained as the sun was starting to go down, "The little liberal arts college. I did it just to get a rise out of him." He explained and I laughed. My dad was paranoid.

"Where do you want to go? Here?" I asked and he shook his head.

"I want to go to an urban school somewhere, like New York or Boston or something. I just, I like being anonymous. I want to go somewhere where no one would notice me," he explained. I guess I knew that feeling. But I felt bad for him. Part of his problem was that he was already too anonymous. He needed to branch out.

"Don't go trying to disappear on me little brother," I said, "I love you and if you try to become completely anonymous, I will hunt you down and find you." Then he did something very strange. He reached over and grabbed my hand and held it.

"I love you too sis," he said, "Sometimes you're the only person I love, but I do love you." I was touched. I mean, I really felt lovely when he said that. And we walked the rest of the way back to the dorm, hand in hand.

We arrived back at the dorm around 5:30 and the sun was almost completely out of the sky. Carrie was still sitting on the couch watching television, but I didn't see Adrienne anywhere. Carrie didn't look like she'd moved all day and she stretched and yawned when she saw us.

"How was the tour?" she asked. Sammy shrugged.

"It was fine," I said, "We ran into that mouth-breather guy who likes you at the library."

"Oh God!" Carrie said and we both started giggling. Then I heard Adrienne's voice.

"Hey Carrie, are we taking your care to Habitat tomorrow? I was just...Oh!" I turned and looked Adrienne was walking out of the bathroom. She had clearly just showered. She had a towel wrapped around the top of her breasts but it was incredibly short. A triangle of flesh was exposed on the open side and one entire ass cheek was in the open air. If she moved slightly, she vagina would have been clearly visible. Normally this wouldn't have been a huge issue. I, and to a greater extent Carrie, would have liked Adrienne to be more discreet, but if it was just us girls, who care? The problem was Sammy.

I looked over at him and he was staring at Adrienne's hip. His eyes were wide as saucer's and I swear his mouth was actually hanging open. This was probably the closest he'd ever come to a naked woman and I think I could feel his heart beating.

"What are you doing?" I said, laughing, "You knew my brother was going to be here, you pervert." Adrienne put on a shocked face.

"How was I supposed to know you'd be back? You're the pervert, staring at me!' she said and I saw Sammy look away quickly, even though Adrienne was talking to me.

"Whatever," I said, "Go get changed." And Adrienne went into her bedroom. She came out a few minutes later in soft pajama pants and a tank top. He outfit was almost identical to what Carrie was wearing, except Carrie had a t-shirt on instead of a tank top. They looked comfortable.

"I am going to put my pajamas on too," I said, "I will get changed in my room. You can get more comfortable if you'd like Sammy. Just use the bathroom. Please don't come out half naked, that is Adrienne's job." Adrienne stuck her tongue out at me as I went to my room. I came back out a few minutes later wearing a pair of tight gym shorts and a long-sleeved t-shirt. Sammy was already back, wearing sweat pants and a t-shirt. Both black, as fit his sense of style (if you could call it that).

We sat around for a while and watched television. I ordered a pizza and we all ate dinner. For a while the girls tried to get Sammy to talk. I did as well. But it was no use, he was too shy. Eventually, even Adrienne started to give up. 

I was thinking about my brother's eyes when Adrienne walked out of the shower. He clearly found her attractive. He hadn't given up on girls because he didn't think they were sexy, he did it because talking to girls stressed him out too much. If there was just some way I could show him that talking to girls didn't have to be difficult, that it could be fun, I'd maybe make his trip here worthwhile. But how did I do that? Then I thought of something.

"Let's play a game!" I said. Sammy would be forced to talk, and maybe even attempt to flirt, if we played a board game or something.

"Yeah, this show sucks," Carrie said and clicked it off, "What do you want to play?" 

"I don't know. We have Risk, Monopoly, and Scrabble. But I am not in the mood for Scrabble," I said. Scrabble is a quiet game; we needed something that required talking.

"Ah! No Board games let's play something else. How about Kings!" Adrienne said. I shook my head.

"Even if we wanted to we don't have any alcohol. How do you play a boring drinking game sober?" I asked. I looked at Sammy out of the corner of my eye. He was watching everything happen, but didn't seem to be taking much of a rooting interest in anything.

"Well I won't play if we play a board game," Adrienne said.

"How about Poker?" I asked. Everyone else groaned at once.

"You always win, that's no fun," Carrie said and I laughed. It was true, but I still would have liked to play.

"I know!" Adrienne said, "I played this game with some people last week. You know that game 'never have I ever?' well it's like that, except you have dares mixed in!" I was just about to decline to play that game when my brother spoke up.

"I don't know that game," Sammy said and I was shocked to hear him talk. Adrienne was so excited about her idea that she didn't even notice that Sammy was awkward, she just engaged him, which is what I was looking for.

"Oh I'm sorry," she said, "Okay so like everyone will put up a hand and then whoever's turn it is will say something like 'never have I ever eaten a peach pie,' and if you ate a peach pie then you have to put your hand down. You can play it with beer, so like if you put your hand down you have to drink."

"We aren't drinking," I said. Adrienne turned to me and rolled her eyes.

"I know that Lynn!" she said in an exaggerated tone, "That's why I said it can be played with dares. If you play it that way, anytime you play a round everyone who puts their hands down it 'out.' Whoever is out, they have to do a dare that the people are 'in' make up together. So like on that last thing. If Carrie and I put our hands down because we both have eaten peach pie and the Sampson Siblings kept their hands up because they are sociopaths who've never had peach pie, the brother and sister team has to come up with a dare for Carrie and me to do." She said it all in one breath; it was exhausting just to hear her.

"I don't know," Carrie said, she looked a little nervous about the room this game had for potential dangers. I was about to add my voice to the chorus, when I saw that Sammy looked a little bit excited. He was staring at Adrienne in the same way he had when she was nearly naked. Like she'd accidentally forgotten he existed and he was going to get to take advantage of it. I wasn't happy about this game, but I'd do it for my brother.

"Come on Carrie, it's this or more Jersey Shore," I said. And now it was Carrie's turn to roll her eyes.

"Fine, let's play," she said. I didn't ask Sammy, I just assumed he was on board and figured he didn't want me to point out his presence to the girls.

"I will go first since it was my idea," Adrienne said and we all booed. She laughed and said, "hands up everybody. Okay, never have I ever... slept in Lynn's dorm room when she was out of town!" Adrienne said and the laughed. Carrie blushed as her hand slowly went to her side.

"You bitch!" I said, "I can't believe you slept in my bed!" I was trying not to giggle, I could care less if she took a nap in my bed.

"I cleaned the sheets! It was because Adrienne had a boy over. It was her fault," Carrie said. I shot a look at Adrienne and she just shrugged.

"Carrie is the only one out, so we have to make a dare for her," Adrienne explained. So Adrienne, Sammy and I huddled up and decided on a dare. Since my bed was defiled, I got to announce it.

"Carrie, we dare you to take off your tank-top and play the rest of the game in your bra!" I said. It was harmless, and I knew that Sammy would get a kick out of it. Carrie's fair skin turned a deep crimson.

"I don't know..." Carrie said, and I saw her eye dark to Sammy.

"He's seen way more of Adrienne than he will see of you," I said. Carrie saw that we weren't going to budge. Deftly she slipped her tank top up over her head and threw it onto the floor. She was wearing a pretty pink demi-bra with white lace. Her breasts looked large and round in it. Sammy noticed as well, but did a decent job of hiding his interest.

"I think we should let Carrie go next, she is half-nude," Adrienne said.

"Fine," Carrie said looking right at Adrienne, "Never have I ever had sex in Lynn's bed when she was out of town." Now I was actually pretty angry.

"I assume you didn't wash the sheets," I said to Adrienne and she gave me a devilish smile. I looked around and saw, thankfully, Adrienne's hand was the only one down.

"Shouldn't you have a hand down, Lynn? I am sure you've fucked in your bed. I mean three weeks ago..." Adrienne started but I cut her off.

"She said while I was out of town. It is impossible for me to have sex in my bed when I am not in it," I said. I didn't really want to talk about my sex life in front of Sammy. I was a little nervous about where this was going.

"Fine, come up with a dare then," Adrienne said. We huddled together. Sammy didn't do much talking, but Carrie and I came up with one. Carrie announced it.

"Adrienne, we dare you to moon out our window for thirty second! Pull the window down too, the December weather is good for your ass!" Carrie said and we all giggled. Even Sammy laughed a bit. 

Adrienne moved like she wanted to prove she was stronger than Carrie had been. When she reached our window, she pulled it down quickly and turned. The freezing air poured in and I wrapped my arms around my chest. Adrienne pulled down the back of her pajama pants and pushed her ass out the window. It was darkening outside, but there were lights on the side of the building. Our dorm faced into the middle of the quad and we heard someone laugh and we hoped it was because of Adrienne's ass. I noticed that Sammy wasn't watching Adrienne, his eyes were on Carrie's chest, where the cold breeze from the window had made Carrie's nipples hard. She didn't notice.




Never Have I Ever



After 30 seconds, Adrienne hiked up her pants and slipped the window closed. We gave her a hearty round of applause and I threw her a blanket. She was clearly freezing, but pretending she wasn't. She wrapped herself up and then looked at me.

"You're turn," she said around chattering teeth.

"Never have I ever...stuck my ass out the window in December," I said and then quickly waved my hands and giggled, "just kidding. No. Never have I ever... kissed a girl." I said. This was true. I wasn't the kind of girl who makes out with girls just to get a rise out of guys. But I knew that my roommates had once made out when they were drunk (to Carrie's sober mortification) to impress one of Adrienne's boyfriends. I also had a supposition about my brother. And I saw that Carrie and Adrienne's hand drop and they looked embarrassed, but my brother's hand was still up (his face was SO RED). 

"Really? Never?" Adrienne asked, clearly for my brother.

"No I haven't," I said quickly, I wasn't out to embarrass him. I didn't confer with Sammy, I just let them know the dare, "I dare you, Adrienne and Carrie, to both kiss my brother once." I said. It had worked out just like I'd planned. If he wasn't going to talk to the girls during this game, I was going to jump him ahead a step.

I think Sammy was pleasantly surprised that Adrienne didn't balk. She walked right over to the couch where he was sitting, sat down next to him and grabbed his head. She turned my brother's face towards her own, closed her eyes and leaned forward. Their lips met and I saw that Sammy trying to give her a little smooch. But Adrienne was forceful. She ran her tongue along his lip until he opened his mouth and then Adrienne dipped her tongue into his mouth. They kissed for about ten seconds, then Adrienne moved back to where she'd come from. Sammy looked more than a little dazed and I smiled.

Just as Adrienne moved away Carrie moved forward. She sat in the same spot as Adrienne had sat and blushed. Neither wanted to make the first move, but I knew my brother better than Carrie did. Finally, she turned and put her lips against his. It was the smooch that Sammy had tried to get from Adrienne, their pursed lips pressed together for a few seconds and then they parted. It was sweet. When Carrie moved back to her chair, Sammy had a dreamy little smile on his face.

"Sammy, it's your turn," Adrienne said. For a minute, he didn't seem to realize that she was talking to him. Then he started to blush.

"Oh, I don't know, I don't have any good ideas," Sammy said, staring down at his feet. 

"Don't be a wimp!" Adrienne said. Carrie shot her a look. I was happy because she saved me the effort of scolding.

"It doesn't have to be really good or anything, it just has to be something," Carrie explained, "We are all just going to answer it. So don't worry." Sammy seemed to actually consider what she said.

"Okay," he said and then paused for a few seconds while he thought. I think it was while he was thinking that he realized the huge advantage he had by being male and also being younger than everyone else, "never have I ever... sucked a cock."

I was sort of shocked to hear him say that. But he was clearly horny from the kisses I had asked Adrienne and Carrie to give him and it was a logical progression in the game. Anyway, all three of our hands went down. I know I was blushing then. I knew my brother was thinking about me giving someone a blowjob. He had a little smile on his face; he was enjoying this at least.

"Now the dare," Adrienne said, "It's all on you." Sammy took another few moments to think about his options. He looked at the three of us. 

"Okay," he said and he looked bolder somehow, like he was engaged. I wondered if it had to do with the fact that he was turned on. I had to admit to myself I was a little turned on, with all this talk of sex, "I dare you three to... flash me." And I heard Carrie groan. It took me a second to realize what he'd requested.

"Even me?" I asked. That was kind of weird.

"I want to be fair," he said. I looked at Carrie and Adrienne. Of course, Adrienne just shrugged, grabbed the bottom of her shirt and lifted it up. She wasn't wearing a bra and her small, teardrop breasts dropped out of her shirt. Her nipples were small and hard and she looked quite beautiful. She put her shirt back down. My brother turned to look at Carrie. For a second she just sat and blushed. Then, she slipped her fingers into the cups of her bra and pulled down quickly. Her breasts popped out, exposing big pink nipples and large round breasts. The she quickly stuffed her breasts back into the bra.

Then all eyes were on me. Sammy was staring at me and he had a strange look in his eye. I think that it might have been lust. I have to admit, that I felt a sexy chill run through my body when his eyes fell on me. I felt the same about the two girls looking at me. I wanted them to want to look at my body. I quickly pulled off my long-sleeve t-shirt. I was wearing a black bra with a front clasp. My heart was beating now and I felt a sort of sick excitement mixed with fear. But I reached up and unclasped the bra. I grabbed the two cups and pulled them away from my breasts. I looked down and saw my round pink areolas and longish nipples, my small but perky breasts and felt proud of my body. I felt Adrienne, Carrie, and Sammy's eyes on me and I looked up at them. They all looked at me hungrily. I close my bra back up, but felt strange. I could feel the moisture between my legs and realized I was very turned on! In front of my brother!

"You all have pretty bodies," Sammy said and he blushed.

"He is so cute!" Adrienne said and he just blushed harder. I was sort of proud of him for making the compliment. And I actually felt glad he liked how my body looked. That was a weird thought. Suddenly I realized the room felt very hot (all the cold from Adrienne's mooning had dissipated). It felt muggy in the room and smelled a little like arousal. This was getting weird. But I didn't want it to stop.

"Ok Adrienne, your turn," I said. I turned to hear and her cheeks looked flushed. Carrie was the same. I realized we were all getting turned on with our naughty little game. This had gotten sexy so quickly; I didn't even realize how odd it was. This was not the sort of thing I did with my roommates! But I'd wanted something like this for my brother, so I had to keep going.

"Never have I ever," Adrienne said, "masturbated in my sibling's room," I looked around and saw that Sammy's hand was down! He was my only sibling. He had masturbated in my room?

"What?" I asked.

"I knew it!" Adrienne said, "I totally can tell that dudes like to do stuff like that. They crank it in weird places!" I was looking at my brother and he was blushing, but he was giving a sly little smile too. I felt a little grossed out. But also a little intrigued. Why had he masturbated there? What did he think about?

"Sorry sis," he mumbled, "I just want to do it in a room that smelled like a girl." He explained and Carrie and Adrienne giggled. I was dumbfounded. My brother, masturbating with my smell in his nose. I was a little disgusted that it turned me on even more.

"Come on, huddle up for the dare," Adrienne said. This was Sammy's first dare, so we discussed it for a while. I will have you know that I fought against the dare; I said it was gross and a bad idea and begged them not to do it. I was shocked by how quickly I felt this was spinning out of control. But they took a vote and I lost. Finally, Adrienne got to deliver the challenge.

"Sammy, we dare you," Carrie said, "to show us your dick." Sammy's eyes got very wide and he made a small choking sound in the back of his throat.

"I...uh..." he managed to say. He looked at me for a moment, then his eyes darted away, mortified.

"Come on, you made us show you our tits, even Lynn had to show her tits. This is really the least you can do," Adrienne said, putting her hands on her hips.

"Lynn..." Sammy started and I looked at him and shrugged.

"This is so embarrassing," Sammy said and then he hooked his thumbs into his sweatpants. He was actually going to do it. I don't even know how to describe the feeling I had when I saw that. I was happy he was into it, but I didn't want to embarrass him. And I didn't want to see his cock. I didn't think I wanted to see his cock. I kept looking at my feet.

"Holy shit!" Adrienne said and I looked over at her. Her eyes were wide and her mouth was a little slack. Carrie had the same look on her face.

"What?" I asked.

"He's got a huge dick," Adrienne said. I turned quickly and looked. My brother was on the couch with his sweat pants and boxer shorts pulled down to about mid-thigh. His cock was hard and standing straight up out of his lap. Adrienne wasn't kidding. My tiny, nerdy little brother had a huge dick. I am no virgin (nor a slut), I've seen my share of dicks. And his was the biggest. It was around 8.5 to 9 inches long. Not only that, but it was thick, maybe 2.5 inches in diameter at its thickest point. The circumcised tip was red and glistening with pre-cum. Sammy looked incredulous.

"I have a big dick?" he asked. I realized that he was probably the only person to see it since he was a baby. 

"It's one of the biggest dicks I've ever seen," Adrienne said, "And I've seen quite a few." Carrie just nodded her head. Suddenly I didn't like these two girls staring at my brother. He was smiling and looking proud of himself as he slid his big dick back into his boxers. I saw it straining against his sweatpants now; I still couldn't believe how big it was compared to how tiny he is. I wanted to move on.

"Carrie, it's your turn," I said, and my voice sounded thicker that I'd expected.

"Right," Carrie said, "Sorry. Umm... Never have I ever... masturbated while thinking of a family member." It was a shocking question. I didn't know what Carrie was thinking. Then Adrienne spoke.

"You rat! I told you about that in confidence!" she said, but she was smiling. But her hand was down, "My cousin Ricky is really cute okay." I giggled at that. So naughty. Then I looked; Sammy's hand was down as well. One of our relatives? I couldn't believe it. It could even be...

"Who was it for you?" Carrie asked, also looking at Sammy. For a moment, Sammy's eyes darted to me, then down at his feet.

"I don't have to answer, I mean that wasn't part of the rules," he said. I felt my stomach churning. He didn't have to say it. We all knew what happened.

"No, its cool," Adrienne said slyly and smiled at me. Then Carrie and I huddled up to come up with a dare for Sammy and Adrienne. My stomach was all butterflies and my panties were soaked through. What was wrong with me? I mean, I know sex talk turns me on, but this was not okay. Carrie and I were both a little timid at this point, so we came up with a dare we thought might slow things down. I delivered it.

"Okay, Sammy and Adrienne, I dare the two of you," I said, "to switch clothes!" We thought it would be funny to see Adrienne Sammy's baggy, but short, sweats and Sammy in Adrienne's girly shirt. We didn't expect what happened. We didn't expect them to get naked in the living room. In a quick motion, Adrienne's shirt was on the floor, and then she quickly shimmied out of her pajama pants. Finally, she threw a tiny red thong onto the floor. She was standing in front of us completely naked. I'd seen little bits and pieces of her naked, but never seen her completely nude. She was gorgeous, with slim body lines and a tiny, pink shaved pussy. My head was swimming. Sammy was staring at her as well.

"Hey I am naked here, want to give me those clothes," she said to Sammy after a few moments. He shook his head like he was waking from a dream, smiled sheepishly, and pulled off his shirt. He was bright red all over from blushing. Next he took off his sweatpants and boxers in one motion and set them on the floor. He was thin and pale and completely devoid of chest hair. His monstrously large cock was still hard and looked even more absurdly huge now that he was standing. 

Adrienne picked his clothes up and quickly put them on. She looked absurd with the cuffs of the pants falling just below her knees, but billowing out around the waist. Sammy bent over and picked up Adrienne's t-shirt and threw it on. It was a little loose in the chest area and a little long on him. He bent over to pick up the pajama pants and threw the panties to the side.

"No way, you have to put those on too. I put on your boxers and they are damp!" Adrienne said and we all giggled nervously.

"Tough luck," Sammy said and slipped on the long pajama pants. I was sort of proud of him for standing up for himself. But I was too busy laughing at how absurd they looked to say anything else.

"Come on Lynn," Sammy said, pushing the action for once, "It's your turn." 

"Uh, never have I ever," I said. And I wanted this to be a good one. I was so horny at this point that I was no longer thinking straight. The room was downright humid and the sexual tension was thick. My tummy felt light and I felt like I was spinning. "Watched porn." I was a little surprised when Adrienne's hand stayed up, from what I was seeing of her today, she was very sexual. But I was more surprised when Carrie's hand went down. Along with my brother (which I kind of expected).

"Woah! Carrie, you watched porn?" Adrienne asked.

"She didn't say watched porn regularly, she just said watch porn. I've watched porn before, so what?" Carrie said defensively.

"What's the dare?" Sammy asked, ignoring the controversy. Adrienne and I huddled up and made a decision. By this time I was completely past the point of self-control. I let Adrienne pick whatever she wanted.

"Okay," she said, "Carrie I dare you to stroke Sammy's cock for ten seconds!" She said. No one made a sound. Carrie and Sammy looked at one another and then looked away. They clearly didn't want to do it. But Adrienne crossed her arms in front of her chest. I didn't say a word, although I couldn't make eye contact with Sammy.

"Okay..." Carrie said. She moved over to the couch next to Sammy. Sammy didn't move a muscle. He seemed completely frozen by fear. Adrienne's pajama pants (the ones that Sammy was now wearing) had a fly in the front (they must've been boys pajama pants, I don't know). Carrie furtively stuck her hand into the hole of the pajama pants and fished around for a second. I saw Sammy tense. In a few seconds, Sammy's cock was out of his pants through the fly. Carrie's hand was wrapped around the base. Slowly she started to slide her hand up and down on my brother's cock. His eyes were closed and he let out a soft sigh. The cock looked big in Carrie's delicate little hands. I wondered how the cock would feel sliding between my own fingers or into my...

"Ten seconds," Carrie said and released my brother's cock. For a moment Sammy seemed too stunned to move. Then he quickly shifted his cock back into his pants.

"Wow, that was kind of hot," Adrienne said, "Now I know why you watch porn." Sammy adjusted himself, and then quickly got back into the game.

"Never have I ever had sex," Sammy said. It was kind of a startling confession (though everyone could have guessed as much). I think he just wanted to give us all a dare. And he got to do it, as Adrienne, Carrie, and I dropped our hands.

"Carrie and Adrienne," he said almost immediately, "I dare you to suck on my sister's nipples for twenty seconds." He said. I almost moaned. I was so horny, my clothes felt like they were too hot on my body. And I have incredibly sensitive nipples. This was going to be tough.

"Oh you are going to pay for this little man," Adrienne said, but she didn't sound angry. She had a wicked little grin on her face. I lifted my shirt up over my head and threw it in the corner. I unhooked my bra again and threw it off. Then my breasts were just open in the middle of the room. I felt Sammy's eyes on them, part of me wanted his eyes there. I thought about his cock sliding up between them. Then I tried to shake out of it. This was my brother; I'd never had feelings like this before. I was some kind of horny drunk I'd never experienced before, its power was overwhelming.

While I was thinking about this, I felt hot warmth on my left nipple. I looked down and saw Adrienne's beautiful eyes looking up at me. Her mouth was closed around my nipple and I could feel her tongue flicking it. My entire body vibrated along with that nipple. Then, a few seconds later, I felt that same feeling on my other nipple and turned to see Carrie, eyes closed, with her pretty little mouth on my chest. I closed my eyes and arched my back. I just luxuriated in the warmth and wetness of their tongues. Then, suddenly, the cool air was on my nipples. I opened my eyes.

"Twenty seconds," Adrienne said. I quickly put my bra back on, but left the shirt off. I didn't think it was worth it at this point.

"Is that what you wanted?" I asked my brother and he just gave me a sheepish grin.

"Never mind, I told your little brother he was going to pay, now he is," Adrienne said, "Never have I ever been named Sampson."

"Oh come on, that is so lame!" I said. But when I saw Sammy put his hand down, I did as well. 

"That's what I thought!" Adrienne said. Carrie moved over towards her to huddle up for a conference on the dare, but before she had a chance, Adrienne spoke, "Lynn I dare you to make out with your brother for 25 seconds," she said. Somehow I had almost sensed that was what she was going to say. And I was terrified. This was already out of hand, now I had to make out with my brother. I considered balking at it, but I remembered what everyone else had already done. If I backed out now, it would be truly unfair.

"You guys don't have to," Carrie said, sensing my discomfort.

"No come on, I had to put my ass out the window, flash everyone, take off my clothes, and lick Lynn's nipples. They are going to make out," Adrienne said and she said it so definitively that I knew there was no alternative.

I moved to sit next to my brother. For a moment we just sat there. My heart was pounding and my palms were sweating. I hadn't been this nervous to kiss someone since the moments before my first kiss. Finally, I turned my head towards his and closed my eyes. A few moments later I felt his soft lips graze mine. I opened my mouth and let instinct take over. I rubbed my tongue against his lips and when he parted them, against his teeth. Then his tongue was against mine and I felt the sandpapery feel of his taste buds. I felt his hand on my waist and I put a hand on his shoulder. I dug my tongue deep into his mouth and let him do the same for me. I pulled him close, I want to eat up all of his kiss. And... a hand was on my shoulder, shaking me.

"Yo," Adrienne's voice was saying, "25 seconds is long over, didn't you hear me?" She asked. I opened my eyes and moved away from my brother. I looked at him and saw embarrassment. I looked at my roommates and saw Adrienne giving me a naughty look and Carrie looked embarrassed to have seen anything. Suddenly, the realization of what was happening hit me. I was seducing my brother, or allowing other people to seduce him for me. Or something. The room was almost moving with sexual electricity. This was terribly wrong. Everything I was feeling was wrong and evil. I felt hot tears start to run down my cheeks.

"I am sorry," I choked, " I don't feel so well. I am not behaving like myself. It is almost 11, I am going to go to bed." Then in a shot I was up and running into my bedroom. I closed the door behind me and threw my face in the pillow. What was going on? I cried until there were no more tears. 

For a long time it was quiet in the living room. I heard the three of them talking softly. Then I heard the door to Adrienne and Claire's bedroom open. I heard them both say goodnight and heard the door close behind them. I heard my brother getting his bedding and everything ready. I saw the light go out under the door and everything was silent. And the worst part was I was still unimaginably horny. Nothing had changed that. It just deepened my shame.




Never Have I Ever



For a long while I just tried to sleep. I though that maybe if I fell asleep I'd wake up in the morning and it would be like nothing happened. My roommates would remember what happened. I'd forgive myself for acting foolishly. And I would stop thinking about my brother's cock and daydreaming about it sliding in and out of my wet pussy. But it was no use.

I'd tossed and turned for well over an hour when I heard a soft knock on the door. Then it opened and I saw my brother slink in. I turned my bedside light on and sat up in bed, pulling the covers up over my chest even though I was still wearing my bra and gym shorts. Sammy was back in his own pajamas. For a long while we just stood there awkwardly.

"I'm sorry about everything," he said. I was confused. I was clearly in the wrong, he hadn't done anything wrong.

"Why are you sorry, I was the one being a creep," I said.

"No, I made you... well we both know what I made you do. I shouldn't have. It was wrong. And I am sorry. Don't tell me I shouldn't be sorry, just accept the apology or reject it," he said and I smiled. 

"I accept your apology if you accept mine," I said and he nodded, "So are we back to normal now? Like can we put this behind us?"

"Yeah," he said, "I think so." He turned and started to walk back to the living room to go to sleep. I still felt strange, but I think we could have stopped it then. But I couldn't.

"Hey, wait a second," I said. There was a question I wanted to ask, I needed to ask, while I was still sort of in a fog, "You said you masturbated while you thought about a family member. Who was it?" He blushed; I could even see it in the low light of my bedside lamp. He didn't say anything for a long time.

"You," he said finally, in a voice barely above a whisper. I had suspected as much, but I needed to hear him say it for some reason.

"Why me?" I asked. 

"Why not you?" he responded quickly, "You are the most beautiful girl in the world. I love you and you love me back." He said, catching himself and becoming quiet. I don't think I've ever enjoyed a compliment more than that one. I felt positively radiant.

"Most beautiful?" I asked.

"And you're smart and funny and sensitive and everything else. You are perfect," he said, finally finishing his thought.

"And you are wonderful too," I said, "Some girl really is going to be lucky to have you someday."

"I don't want some girl," he said, "I only want you." And that's when I realized something was going to happen. My heart rate shot up and all of the shame and embarrassment I'd been feeling drained away. Just the animal sexuality remained. 

I let the blanket drop from my chest, exposing my bra and the tops of my breasts. My brother was standing at the end of my bed. I got up on my hands and knees and started to crawl towards him. My brother froze.

"Lynn, what are you doing," he said, but his eyes were following my ass as moved left and right as I crawled towards him. When I reached the end of the bed, I slipped my hands into the top of his sweat pants. I pulled them down quickly and his hard cock stood out proud from his body.

"Nothing you don't want baby brother," I said in my sexiest voice, "the instant you want this to stop, just say the word." I looked up at him with my widest-eye look, trying to put on a sexy, doe-eyed face. It must've worked, he didn't say a word, or move.

I looked at his cock now. It was just as long and thick as I remembered it. It veins stood out strongly against his pale white skin. His balls hung down low, heavy with cum. The tip was a light pink color and I saw a single thick drip of pre-cum boiling over the top. I wanted to taste it. 

I reached forward and grasped his cock at the base. I felt his whole body shudder, but still he didn't stop me. His balls felt soft and hot again my hand and his shaft was rigid and smooth between my fingers. I looked at the top of his cock and licked the messy tip. He shook and breathed in sharply. He tasted salty and dirty. I loved it.

"Sis, please suck my cock!" he begged. An electric thrill ran through my body. Those were perhaps the nastiest words I'd ever heard strung together. And I wanted to give him what he wanted. I opened my mouth put the tip of his cock inside. I swirled my tongue around on it, lapping up the rest of his cum. I closed my eyes, and slowly started to slide my mouth down over his bulging shaft.

I felt my brother's hands jump up and rest on my shoulder. Inch my inch his smooth cock slid into my mouth. I ran my tongue along it, feeling its heat and loving the sensation as it grazed the roof of my mouth and finally plunged into my throat. I gagged and pulled the cock out. I heard my brother groaning. Then, faster, I began to move the cock in and out of my throat. I ran my tongue against the base of his cock, feeling the urethra on my tongue.

That's where I felt his orgasm first. I had his cock deep in my throat, my eyes running from being gagged. I felt his urethra pulsate. Then I felt his balls seize up on my chin. I slid the cock back so that the tip was resting in my mouth and the first hot spurt of cum splashed onto my tongue and painted the insides of my cheeks. The cum kept going, spurt after spurt. Big, thick streams of cum with lots of pressure, some even shot straight down my throat. My brother's hands tightened on my shoulders and I could hear him groaning. Finally, the last few drops of cum dripped out of my brother's cock and into my mouth. 

My mouth was full of cum when Sammy's cock finally popped out of it. The cum was thick and salty and still tasted hot. I looked up at my brother, who was absolutely dazed and showed him the cum pooled in his sister's mouth. His eyes widened. Then I closed my mouth and swallowed it all down. I opened my mouth again, to show my brother that his seed was in my belly.

"Sis, that was the best thing ever," he said. I smiled and pulled him down onto the bed. We moved so that we were lying up on my pillows, next to one another.

"You tell me when you are ready to go again, and we can do something else," I said. I was so horny still; I needed his cock inside of me.

"What do you mean?" he asked, and I sighed. Typical guy, he got what he wanted.

"I mean once you know, you've recovered we can do something else. We don't have to..."

"Oh you mean you aren't ready to go again?" he asked confused, "But I didn't even touch you yet."

"No, I mean guys usually need some time to recover," I explained.

"I don't," he said, "What did you want to do?" he asked. Now this was a fun development. 

"Fuck me baby brother," I said and I turned and kissed him on the mouth. At the same time I reached between my breasts and unhooked my bra. I felt my brother's tongue all over my mouth and melted into him. I threw off my bra. I pushed him over onto his back, breaking our kiss. I leaned over him, letting my nipple dangle just above his face. He took the invitation, taking my left nipple into his mouth and sucking it gently. He reached over with his left hand and started to knead my other breasts and play with my nipple.

"Oh god yes!" I moaned and arched my back. I started to grind my pussy against Sammy's leg, I needed him bad. When I couldn't take it any longer, I sat up, I heard my nipple pop out of Sammy' mouth.

"Take your shirt off," I demanded. At the same time I pulled his sweat pants and boxers back down off of his cock and threw them on the floor. Then I slipped out of my gym shorts. My brother's eyes went immediately to my little pussy. I have a tiny little clit and dark red lips. The lips are tight and my clit was hard. I was waxed bare. I needed to fuck. 

My brother started to move but I put a hand on his thin chest and straddled his hips. My pussy was hovering over his cock now. I knew he wanted it, but I wasn't going to rush this. I felt my pussy drip on his cock and he knew how bad I wanted him. Finally, I started to lower myself onto him. I shuddered when his cock first brushed against my aching pussy.

"Holy shit!" I moaned. Then the big, hard, bulbous head of my brother's cock first entered me. It was an indescribable feeling. First, his cock was big and it stretched me to the limit. Then, the entire situation was just so dirty and wrong; it made me want it more.

"Lynn this feels so good!" My brother yelled and I put my hand over his mouth. There were still other people in the dorm. Slowly I moved down, letting my brother's cock slide deeper and deeper into my cunt. He kept stretching me out, going farther than any man ever hand into me. Finally, I felt my ass rest on his legs and I knew he was completely inside of me.

I leaned forward and gave me brother a sweet, sisterly kiss on the cheek. Then I started to grind into his cock. I sat up, driving the cock deeper into me. It felt amazing. My clit pushed down hard, rubbing into the skin and hair above his dick. Each touch sent waves of pleasure throughout my body. Then I started sliding so his entire dick, except for the tip, stayed inside of my body, then I'd bring it all down at once. He grunted with pleasure when I did it. I grabbed his and placed them on my breasts and he played with them while we rocked together.

Finally, that familiar feeling came over me. It started with a sudden tightening of tension. The pleasurable shocks of lighting burst out from inside my pussy, pulsating all over my body and I moaned loudly in pleasure. I felt my pussy convulse, wrapping hard around my brother's cock, milking him. That was all he needed. I felt his palms squeeze around my breasts. Then he grunted. And I felt the hot warmth of his cum spray inside of me. I felt him filling me up with his seed, painting my insides. Then, the last of my orgasm faded. I rolled over and his cock popped out of me.

We lay panting on the bed for a while. I felt his cum dripping out of my cunt and thought it was such a delicious feeling. It was so bad and naughty. I loved my brother more in that instant that any sister had ever loved her brother before. And I needed more.

"Are you ready to go again baby brother?" I asked in a sexy baby voice. I looked at his cock and it was hard against his leg.

"Anything for you sis," he said.

"Good," I replied, "Fuck me in the ass." I don't know why I said that. I'd never done it before and never even really thought about it before. But I wanted it now from my brother. I wanted to do everything dirty and wrong with him. To make him know that I, a woman (a beautiful woman according to him) needed him and wanted him. Everywhere. In every hole.

"Really?" he asked.

"Yes, give it to me baby brother," I moaned. I was got up on my hands and knees and reached behind me. I slide my fingers into my cunt. I pulled out my brother cum and my own juices and then slathered them all over my tight pink asshole. I saw my brother getting up and moving behind me. Now his fingers were inside of me, then they were on my asshole and I moaned as he rubbed our juices into me, lubricating me for his cock.

The next thing I felt were his hands on my ass cheeks, spreading me apart. Then I felt the hard tip of his cock against my wet asshole. He was gentle, but in a few seconds the big tip of his cock was bursting into my asshole, tearing me in half. I moaned, half in pleasure and half in pain. But I didn't want him to stop. 

"Oh fuck sis, you are so tight," he said. Then, he took a hand off of my hip and slapped my ass, hard. I moaned and my knees felt like they were going to buckle. That slap had been amazing. I pressed back hard, finally driving his cock into my asshole. 

My brother fucked me hard this time. He pulled his cock out and then slammed it in. The sensation was so intense I couldn't tell if it was pleasure or pain. I just knew there was a lot of it. I was screaming and my arms gave out. I fell forward on the bed, my ass still sticking in the air. My brother kept pumping his cock into my asshole.

At long last something happened. I don't know if it was an orgasm, but it was some sort of amazing feeling. Then I felt his fingers digging into my ass cheeks and I could hear him groaning. Then that hot feeling as his cum splashed inside of a third hole in my body. I had taken him everywhere and I felt amazing as I pushed myself back up onto all fours. I was breathing heavy, feeling light-headed.

"That was awesome," I said. My brother's cock was still buried in my asshole and he was leaning over me panting. 

"I am good at it?" he asked earnestly. I looked over my shoulder and his face and kissed his chin.

"You're great you nerd," I said and he blushed again. 

"I don't know sis, maybe Dad is right, maybe this is the school for me!" he said and I laughed. Then, I heard something. My eyes shot up and Adrienne was standing in the doorway, with that wicked grin on her face again.

"I thought I'd heard something," she said and she walked in and closed the door behind her. "This is not over yet!" 

The End

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