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Drinking Games Ch. 01

By: scarlett_devil



My sister Jessica came to town that October to check out the university's undergrad program. She'd gone to community college for a year and wanted to transfer. I had a small apartment and she asked if she could stay with me for the week. I told her sure, but with this being my final year I was pretty busy and wouldn't be able to hang out much. Jessica said that was fine, she would find ways to entertain herself.

She arrived on Thursday morning. I met her at the train station. It was unseasonably warm that October and she wasn't wearing a coat. I noticed a few heads turn to watch this 20-year-old girl in a pleated black skirt and low-cut red blouse stride across the terminal floor to greet her brother. Jessica's short black hair was cut into a bob, framing her face. Her large blue eyes were bright and her full lips parted for a dazzling smile when she saw me. I knew the other men in the terminal weren't looking at her eyes or hair, though; they were staring at her full, pert breasts and the shapely butt wiggling under that skirt. I had never admitted it to anyone, but I'd noticed too.

Jessica dropped her bags and gave me a hug. We hadn't laid eyes on each other in four months. She smelled sweet.

I took her to my apartment and gave her the ten-cent tour. She would have the bedroom. I'd stay on the couch. My next class started in an hour so I had to go. She said she had an appointment with an admissions officer and she'd see me later that night.

Classes dragged. By the time I got home it was after seven and I was starving. The stereo was on when I opened the apartment door and Jessica was in the kitchen. Her clothes were the same she'd been wearing that morning. She was bent over, getting a pan out of a low cupboard. For a moment I caught a glimpse of lacy, plum-colored panties. I said hi and she looked over her shoulder and smiled.

"I'm making pasta," she said.

"Sounds great. What can I do?"

"You could go get some wine."

She must have seen the hesitation on my face. Before I could say anything she said, "I just turned 20 two months ago. That means it's only ten months before I'm 21."

"I don't know..."

"Then look at it this way: now's your chance to make up for missing my birthday party."

She had me there. I walked down the street to the liquor store and picked up a bottle of red wine. When I got back she had two plates of sauce-covered pasta ready, complete with grated cheese. She also had two shot glasses full of whisky.

"Someone's been snooping," I said.

"Yes," said Jessica. "And I am appalled that you drink such cheap shit."

She insisted we take the shots. I wished her a happy birthday and she winked and we downed the whiskies.

We sat on the floor in my living room, eating and drinking wine while music played in the background. She told me about her appointment that day and the tour of the campus. We talked about movies and friends and our parents and our love lives. Jessica's last boyfriend had been handed his pink slip a few weeks ago.

"He got a little freaked out," she said.

"What?"

"He was nice and everything but he just wasn't, well..."

I poured the last of the wine into my glass. "He wasn't what?"

"Adventurous," she said, blushing a little. "There were some things I wanted him to do and, well, he wasn't up for them."

"Like what?"

"Like, you know, sexual things."

I laughed and so did she and I told her to say no more.

"Are you sure?" she asked.

"What?"

"What about you? Any special ladies?"

I shrugged and told her there'd been some dates but nothing substantial. Jessica stared at me without saying anything and finally I laughed and asked what she was thinking. She just smiled and shrugged and took another drink of wine.

An hour later the bottle was empty, we both had a good buzz going, and the best idea in the world right then was getting some more wine. I stumbled down the stairs and walked down to the store to get another bottle of red. There was a line and the girl in front of me couldn't find her ID, so a ten minute trip quickly turned into twenty. When I got back to the apartment, my head wasn't swimming quite as much.

Jessica wasn't in the living room. I shut the door and looked around. The stereo was still on, but louder than I remembered. I opened the bottle of red and poured two more glasses. The bottle we had finished was not on the counter, I noticed. I took a sip and then walked back to the bedroom to see if Jessica had fallen asleep. The door was open and the light was on. What I saw stopped me in my tracks.

My sister's panties were on the floor. She was lying on the bed, on her back with her black skirt up around her waist. Her long legs were spread and her milky white thighs were delicious in the light. Her eyes were closed and she was biting her bottom lip. Two of her fingers were knuckle-deep in her shaved pussy. Her other hand held the empty wine bottle as she worked the bottle's neck in and out of her perfect ass.

My mind reeled at the sight. I was frozen.

Jessica moaned and gasped. She pumped the bottle into her ass faster now, her asshole stretched and wet. She withdrew her fingers from her pussy and stuffed them in her mouth.

My cock was hard. I took a step back from the door but kept watching.

"Fuck me," she moaned. "Fuck my ass harder. Do it."

She rubbed her clit and her moaning became louder and her full red lips were glistening just as much as the lips between her thighs. She began to orgasm. Her eyes popped open. 

I stepped back quickly and retreated to the front door. I counted to five and then opened the door and shut it hard, yelling that I was back.

I waited in the kitchen, trying to get my hard-on to subside and failing miserably.

A couple minutes later Jessica came out of the bedroom. Her face was flushed and if I hadn't seen her fucking herself with a wine bottle just minutes before, I would have thought she'd just woken up from a nap.

"I thought I heard you," she said. "I fell asleep."

I wondered if she had put her panties back on. I held up a glass of wine. She held up the wine bottle; she'd brought it out from the bedroom.

"There's still a few sips in here," she said. "Why don't you finish it off?"

I stared at the bottle. Did she know I'd seen? No, of course not. I took the bottle and moved to pour it into my glass.

"Just drink from the bottle," she said.

"I don't like to," I said. She took the bottle and drank from it and licked her lips. She handed it back to me. "Don't be a baby."

I put the bottle to my lips. I could smell her ass on it but pretended not to. The scent was intoxicating. There were a few drops of wine in the bottle. I couldn't help myself: I licked the glass. Jessica smiled and watched me drink.

We sat on the couch and killed the other bottle. Her cheeks were flushed and she stumbled getting up, falling back on the couch and landing in my lap.

"Sorry," she said, giggled, stood back up, bending over and putting her hands on the coffee table to steady herself. Her skirt rode up and I had an unobstructed view of everything beneath: two firm and delicious ass cheeks with a thin red thong wedged deep between them. She had changed her panties. Jessica stood like that for I don't know how long.

"I think I'm going to fall over," she said. "Will you—help me—the bed?"

I didn't say anything. I stood up and there was my sister bent over in front of me. My cock was like steel in my pants.

She looked over her shoulder at me. Her blue eyes dark. Her lips parted and her breathing heavy.

Suddenly she pushed back and that luscious ass—the same ass she'd been shoving a bottle in—collided with my crotch. I fell back and she fell on top of me. On the couch now, my sister grinding her butt into my stiff dick. She was almost panting.

Then she stood up and straightened her skirt and said I was drunk and she disappeared stumbling into the bedroom, leaving me stunned and speechless on the sofa.

An hour went by. I couldn't sleep.

She had drunk too much. What if she got sick? If she was lying on her back she might choke. I should check on her. That's what I told myself, and it seemed like a great excuse to go see her, so I got up and went to the bedroom and opened the door slowly.

Jessica had fallen asleep on the bed. She was on her back. Her black thong was down around her ankles. Her skirt was bunched up around her waist. Her hand rested on her crotch. The lamp was on. She was asleep. My guess was that she'd fallen asleep while trying to get herself off.

I walked over to the bed to turn the light off. She didn't stir. My eyes ran over her long legs and red toenails. Her breathing was slow and deep.

It couldn't be helped. I can't say it was the wine in me, or simple curiosity. It was lust. And it had such a hold of me that leaving the room without at least touching her was out of the question. I gently moved her hand aside.

A strip of dark pubic hair crowned my little sister's pussy. I wetted my finger and, trembling, put it between her legs. She was wet still. Her lips were soft. I ran my finger along her slit. She didn't respond. I did it again, and again, and this time she gasped. A small gasp.

I had to leave, I knew it, but not before one more thing:

I slid my finger inside her. She was warm and slick and tight. A moan escaped her. I withdrew slowly, savoring the feeling. Then I put my finger in my mouth and tasted the rich sweetness of my sister's pussy.

I wanted to dive between her legs. I wanted to pull my cock out and stick it in her mouth and fuck her exquisite face until I came. Instead I went back into the living room and jerked off and went to sleep. Too much had happened that night. I wasn't about to make a huge mistake.

The next morning I woke up to find Jessica had left. There was a note on the bathroom mirror saying she had gone out to shop for a costume for the party. It took me a moment to figure that one out, then I remembered I'd told her about a Halloween party this weekend and she was welcome to come. I was having second thoughts about that offer now.

The note also said that Jessica would meet me for lunch if I wanted. She would be at the bookstore on the east side of campus.

I only had one class that day and it ended at eleven. I made it to the bookstore around noon. It was a huge place, two stories, with smaller rooms within it. Finding someone wasn't easy. I had made it to the cooking section when I overheard one male employee say to another, "You gotta see the girl in erotica, she's totally fuckin' hot."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. She's been over there for like fifteen minutes just flipping through books. I'm pretty sure I saw her pinch her nipple."

I had the sinking feeling that I knew who the girl in the erotica section was. I made my way over there. There was indeed a girl there, the same height as Jessica and wearing tight blue jeans that highlighted her long legs and tight ass. She wore a tight black T-shirt. I would have thought it was Jessica except she had dark red hair that fell to the middle of her back. She was turned away from me, engrossed in a book.

I'd had enough searching. I called Jessica's cell phone. The redhead's small purse started vibrating. She pulled a phone out and before she said anything I said, "Jessica?"

The redhead turned. It was Jessica. Apparently she owned a wig.

I was about to ask her why she was wearing a wig, but her expression stopped me. Her cheeks were red and her eyes were hungry. Her nipples were hard and protruding through her tight t-shirt. She mumbled something under her breath and walked away quickly. I followed her, asking if she was ready to go. Jessica didn't answer. Instead she went to the back of the bookstore where the bathrooms were. She jerked open the women's door and disappeared inside. She was in there ten minutes before another woman knocked on the door. I heard my sister swear and when she came out she was breathing hard and didn't look happy.

"You okay?" I asked.

"Let's go."

I guess she didn't get to finish what she started.

At lunch Jessica told me she'd found her Halloween costume. She wouldn't, however, tell me what it was. I was at staring her long red hair.

"Do you like the wig? It was on sale and I thought it'd be fun. I think I look good as a redhead."

"C'mon, Jess, you'd look good bald."

"How do you know I'm not?"

"What? You're..." Then I realized we weren't talking about her head and I changed the subject.

That I evening I came back to the apartment not knowing what to expect. Normally I would have been at a study group session on Thursday night, but I was eager to spend more time with Jessica. Eager and terrified, all at once.

She was on the phone with a friend and waved to me from the living room. I set my bag down on the floor and spotted some boxes of takeout on the small kitchen counter. Next to the boxes were a frosty bottle of vodka and two shot glasses.

Jessica finished her call. She had taken the wig off. At first I thought she was wearing the same outfit as earlier, but I realized she'd changed her jeans. This new pair, just as tight as the old, had holes and tears in them. Especially around the thighs and butt.

"Before you say anything," she said, "let me explain. I met one of your neighbors and she said she was buying party supplies for Halloween."

"One of my neighbors?"

"So I asked if she would mind picking up some liquor for us since I still had to make dinner..."

"Okay, I get it. You convinced her to commit a crime. That's great."

"I didn't tell her I wasn't 21!"

"She didn't ask?"

"Not about that. But she asked about you."

"Who was she?"

"The girl down the hall. Blonde, long legs, really pretty eyes? Nice full lips, too."

I knew who she meant. I'd helped that girl move a chair in a few weeks back.

"She's cute," said Jessica. "You should ask her out. I bet she gives great head."

"Okay, are we going to eat or what?"

We did. Then Jessica demanded we take some shots. I said no and almost meant it.

"Come on," she pleaded. "I can't go to the bar with you and I probably won't see you again until Christmas! When do we ever get a chance to party together?"

Like I said, I almost meant it. We did two shots and started a game of scrabble. I don't remember the drinking rules, but I knew Jessica was pouring more shots and pretty soon I couldn't spell anything without giggling. Jessica was laughing too, but not nearly as much. Then, for some reason, I had the brilliant idea of asking about the bookstore.

"Were you getting off in the erotica section?"

"What?"

"At the bookstore. You were breathin' all heavy and then you went into the bathroom and you just, you just disappeared..."

"I was," she said. "I got really turned on. I love reading erotica.'

"You should see the library. The library's got a lot."

"What are you talking about?"

She was by the sink pouring more shots. I was staring at her ass and thinking that I should probably look someplace else, but my eyes were locked on those curves and the creamy skin showing through the holes and tears.

"How many have I had?"

"Six. No: seven."

"Is this seven?"

"This is eight."

"How many have you had, Jess?"

"What's at the library?"

"Oh yeah, the library! There's an erotica section on the fourth floor. Not huge, but there are, like, three or four shelves of it. That's a lot for a library, I think."

"Is the library open?" She handed me the shot and sat on my lap.

"You're sitting on my lap."

"You noticed."

"Yeah the library's open, it's open all the time."

"Drink."

I did. So did she.

"I want to go," she said. "Let's go right now, we'll take the bus."

I'm sure I protested, but for how long I can't remember. Not that long, I figure. 

She insisted on wearing her new red wig. We stumbled outside and down to the bus stop. It was chilly out that night. The bus was empty except for us. We sat near the back. 

I was warm and reeling. I knew I was drunk and I felt bad that my little sister was drunk, but not that bad. She was hugging me because she was cold and hadn't grabbed a jacket and her nipples were hard and I could feel them through her shirt pushing into my arm. She wasn't wearing a bra.

Lemme ask you something, Jess."

Yeah?"

How do your tits stay so perfect without a bra?"

She laughed. "How do you know I'm not wearing one?"

"I can see you're not."

"Well you're wrong."

"I am not."

"How do you know?"

"Because..."

Jessica took my hand and placed it on her left breast. I could feel her stiff nipple under my palm. My hand slid down to cup her breast. She closed her eyes.

I took my hand away and said, "I told you you weren't."

Her mouth was near my ear and she was telling me things that I forgot immediately because her whispers and breasts were turning me on. Her tongue flicked my ear and I jumped a little. She laughed softly and sucked on my earlobe. I told her she shouldn't do that.

"Why not?"

"Because..."

"My jeans have all these holes in them."

"Yes they do. Yes they do, Jessica."

"I'm getting cold, could you put your hands over the holes to warm me up."

She pulled my hand between her thighs, near her knees. I could feel her skin. It was really was cold.

"Jessica, you're freezing...!"

"I know, that's why you have to warm me up."

I rubbed her skin. She nuzzled my neck. Then she grabbed my hand and pulled it up to her crotch and said, "There's another hole."

Indeed. There was a tear right near her crotch. The wig helped; it was like she was some girl I'd only just met. A girl who wanted me to finger her on the bus.

I was in the middle of deciding whether this was a good idea when the bus stopped and she slid forward. My finger brushed her pussy and I jerked my hand out of her lap. Jessica just laughed.

It was a short walk to the university library. The building was quiet. She was giggling about something but I wasn't sure what and I was too busy trying not to walk like I was drunk. Then she became very serious and asked me where we were going. I said the third floor. We took the elevator. I showed her the row of erotica. Just a few shelves, really, maybe sixty books. She started reading to herself, then out loud. After a few minutes of staring at her while she read, I was hard as a rock.

Suddenly she stopped. "This is too much," she said. "I've got to get off."

Jessica grabbed my hand and dragged me back towards the elevator. There was a bathroom nearby. She told me to stand guard outside. She disappeared behind the door.

I stood there about a minute, wondering what the fuck I was doing in the library, holding a book of smut, with a hard-on for my little sister who was no doubt fingering herself to orgasm not even twenty feet from me.

Then I heard her call: "I need help."

"What?"

"Open the door!"

I peeked my head in. She was in one of the two stalls. I couldn't see her.

"I want you to read to me," said Jessica. "I can't get off."

"I can't do..."

"Just shut the door behind you and read!"

I did. The story was something about a young girl of eighteen getting finger-fucked by a woman in an elevator. Then a security guard got on the elevator and both of the women proceeded to suck his cock until he came all over the young girl's. The other woman then licked the cum off her face.

Wet sounds were coming from the bathroom stall. My sister was panting.

I unzipped my pants and pulled my dick out. It was wet with pre-cum. I started stroking myself listening to her.

"Come over here and read to me," she said. "I can't hear you."

I went over to the stall and pulled the door open. There she was, sitting on the toilet, her jeans and panties down around her ankles. Rubbing her clit with one hand and squeezing her breasts with the other, pinching her nipples through her tight black shirt. She looked up at me and her eyes went to my cock.


Drinking Games Ch. 01



"What are you...?"

I stepped forward and thrust my cock at her face. She opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around it. She started to suck. I grabbed her head with both hands, my fingers sliding through her red hair.

I fucked my sister's face.

Her blue eyes looked up at me. Her tongue swirled around my cockhead when I pulled back. Her thick lips wrapped around my shaft as I pumped in and out and she grunted and continued to fingerfuck herself.

My balls tightened; I could feel the explosion coming. I pulled out of her mouth and she whimpered. I jerked a few times and shot hot white cum across her cheeks and lips. Some landed in her hair. She gasped in surprise.

I looked down, as if waking from a dream. Here was my sister, naked from the waist down, on a toilet, my cum splattered on her face. She looked shocked.

"Sorry, I'm so sorry," I mumbled, and ran out of the bathroom. I didn't know where to go. I walked down a row of books, I couldn't go downstairs, there were people down there and I couldn't see people right now.

I bent over, hands on my knees, taking deep breaths, trying to figure out what'd I'd done. She was drunk. I'd taken advantage of her. She didn't know what she was doing. She was horny and I took advantage and—

"Are you okay?"

I couldn't look at her.

"Can I tell you a secret? Those vodkas we drank? I didn't have any. Mine was water."

I turned around. "What?"

My sister kissed me. Her lips crushed mine and her body pressed into me. My hands ran down her back and over the swell of her ass to cup her cheeks.

"I want you," she said. She bit my bottom lip.

I pushed her away and turned her around, so she was facing the bookshelf. I kissed the back of her neck as I reached around to unbutton her jeans. I pulled her with me to the middle of the aisle, then jerked her jeans down to her ankles.

"Bend over," I told her. "Grab the shelf."

She did. I was on my knees then, hands pulling her cheeks apart, licking them, running my tongue down to her dripping pussy. But I didn't want her pussy, not yet.

"Oh fuck!" she gasped.

My tongue was circling her puckered asshole.

"Yes, lick my ass," she moaned. "Tongue-fuck my ass. That's it."

I buried my face in her heart-shaped ass, sticking my tongue in as far as I could. I slid a finger in her pussy.

"That's it, yes, eat my ass. Eat your sister's ass."

I rimmed her ass until she convulsed in orgasm.

"I want to put in your ass, Jessica..."

"Do it, stick your cock in my ass..."

I stood and was ready to jam my cock into her when suddenly a door slammed a few aisles away. We both froze. Then we quickly and quietly scrambled to get our clothes in their proper places and we didn't bother with the elevator, we took the stairs. At the first floor, still in the stairwell, Jessica slid between me and the door.

"We're not done," she said.

"But—not right now, no—"

"You need to cum again."

"Trust me, it can wait."

"No."

Jessica turned to face the door. There was a narrow vertical window that allowed a view of the lobby. She unbuttoned her jeans again and slid them down to her knees and stuck her gorgeous ass back at me.

"Cum on my ass," she said. "Don't fuck me, just cum on my ass."

The sight was too much. I pulled my cock out and started stroking.

"You like my ass, big brother? You want to fuck my delicious ass?"

"Yes..."

"I love the way your tongue feels in my ass. I can't wait for your hard cock to fuck me there. It's so tight and hot. You'll pump my ass and then I'll make you take it out so I can suck your hot cock, I wanna taste my ass on your dick."

"Yesss..."

"Then you'll fuck my ass some more, harder and harder," she said, looking at me over her shoulder, her red hair around her face. "You know you want to fuck your little sister's sweet little ass. And when I suck you again I won't stop. I'll suck you all the way down my throat and make you face-fuck me until you're ready to cum. Then I'll let you cum all over me—my face, my tits, my ass..."

I exploded hot white cum all over her ass.

She reached back and smeared it over both cheeks and rubbed it in. Then she licked her fingers clean and pulled her jeans back up.

My sister looked me dead in the eye. "We're not even close to being done," she said.

I thought I knew what I was getting in to, but I hadn't seen her Halloween costume yet.



Drinking Games Ch. 02



The day after the library, I avoided my apartment and my sister altogether. Try as I might, I couldn't wrap my head around what we'd done. She called a few times but I didn't answer and she didn't leave any messages. The day passed too quickly. My concentration was shot. I knew I couldn't go back home, not yet. I went to a bar downtown to think things over. It was 9:30 on an October weeknight and I was into my second beer when somebody sat down next to me at the bar and said, "Hi, stranger."

It was my neighbor, the cute blonde one with the full lips. She wore a dark blue university t-shirt that stretched the university letters across her sizeable breasts. Her plaid skirt reached just above her tanned knees. She was wearing knee-high socks and two-inch pumps. Her name was Sandy. She was 22. As far as I knew, she didn't have a boyfriend.

Sandy asked me how I was and thanked me again for helping her move that chair in a couple weeks ago. Then she dropped a bomb.

"I'm down here with your sister Jessica. We didn't know you'd be here. You should come sit with us!"

I looked over my shoulder, hoping that maybe I had some other sister named Jessica that I'd never met. No such luck.

At a booth in the corner of the bar sat Jessica, drinking some sort of fruity-looking concoction, her lips pursed around a long straw. She wore a black mini-skirt and a tight white wife-beater that did nothing to hide the black bra she was wearing beneath it. Her creamy arms were toned. Her black bob hairdo emphasized the lines of her jaw and her neck. She smiled at me and all I could think was that nobody should look that good.

"I can't," I said. "It's been a bad day and I...I just need some time to decompress. Maybe later."

Sandy told me not to wait too long and then she went back to the booth.

Should I stay or go? The bar wasn't packed, but there were a good number of people there. A lot of guys. No big secret who they would be hitting on most of the night. Hitting on both of them probably. Thinking about it, I felt too jealous for my own comfort. I ordered a shot of Irish whisky and when that was burning in my belly I stood up and walked over to the booth and sat down next to my beautiful little sister. I tried not to think of how I'd had my tongue in her ass this same time last night.

The two of them were giggling.

"What are we talking about?" I asked. A waitress asked if I needed anything and the bar in her tongue brought a whole slew of idea to mind. I was polite, though, and just ordered another round for the table.

"We," said Sandy, "are discussing boys."

"Oh no!"

"Oh yes," said Jessica.

I stopped paying attention to what they were talking about and started paying attention to Sandy. She smiled at me a lot and after a few minutes it was clear she wasn't the least bit sorry to have run into me. I wasn't sorry either. I wondered if she'd been a cheerleader in high school. I wondered if she still had her uniform.

"Were you a cheerleader?"

"What?"

"I bet you were a cheerleader. Your legs are just, it's like they're sculpted."

She looked at Jessica and laughed. "Yes, okay, I was a cheerleader."

"I bet you looked good in that uniform," said Jessica.

"I would bet a thousand dollars she still does," I said.

"Well maybe I didn't throw it away," Sandy said. She winked at me. At least, I think she did. My eyes had strayed to the letters on her chest.

Before I could suggest we race back to her apartment to search her closet for the uniform, the girls excused themselves and got up to use the bathroom. We'd all had a few by then. I felt warm and happy and whatever had happened with my sister seemed dreamy and not all that important. When the girls came back, Sandy slid into the booth next to me. Jessica sat across from me and gave me the world's most obvious wink. Both girls erupted in laughter. I pretended not to know what was going on.

Sandy was asking me about classes, leaning in close to me, her hand on my thigh and mine on hers. That's when I felt Jessica's foot in my crotch.

I shot her a look but she just went on sucking her pina colada through the thick straw. I was hard now. Jessica leaned back and slid her toes up and down my cock.

Sandy hadn't noticed. Sandy was a lightweight and three drinks had put her over the top.

"You know," she said into my ear, "we should hang out more. You should come over some night so I can show you my collection."

"That sounds like a great idea. I'd love to see your collection. What do you collect?"

Jessica stopped stroking my cock. I was relieved and a little disappointed.

Sandy was about to tell me what her collection was but then her eyes widened. She looked at Jessica.

It took me about two seconds to realize Jessica's toes were now between Sandy's thighs. I looked out at the bar but only the bartender had noticed the brunette across from me molesting the blonde beside me. The music was loud enough for no one to hear. The bartender was staring but he wasn't saying anything.

Jessica slid down in her seat a few inches. Sandy gasped.

"You're naughty," said Jessica.

Sandy's eyes were closed. I looked at my sister, who mouthed the words "No underwear" to me. Right now my sister's big toe was sliding up and down Sandy's wet slit. Now teasing her clit.

Sandy looked over at me. "Sorry," she said. "I just didn't feel well for a moment." She leaned into me, her breasts against my arm. I put my arm around her shoulders so she was leaning against my chest.

"You all right, Sandy?"

"Yeah, I just...oh god..."

"You feel good, Sandy," my sister said.

"Your sister's toe is...rubbing me..."

"It is?"

"Yes, I'm...sorry..."

"Do you like it, Sandy?"

She looked up at me, surprised. She nodded. I put my mouth closer to her ear.

"Then let her make you cum," I said.

Sandy moaned. I kissed her. She shoved her tongue in my mouth and then pulled away. She was startled, confused.

Jessica said, "Excuse us, big brother, but we have to use the ladies room."

Both girls stood and walked arm-in-arm back to the bathrooms.

My cock was aching. I knew what my sister was doing. Right now she was sucking on Sandy's breasts. Now bending her over the sink and running her tongue up the crack of her ass. Now sliding a manicured finger into Sandy's dripping pussy, slowly, now faster, now two fingers and standing behind her and that long pink tongue exploring Sandy's ear and her lips on Sandy's neck and those fingers fucking her faster and faster. There was Sandy, panting and moaning and whimpering and slapping the counter with her hands and begging to be fucked harder.

I had to leave. I knew I had to leave. I didn't want to but it was the thing to do. Get up and walk out before I got myself in more trouble. So what if Jessica wanted to get off with my neighbor, what was it to me?

Or should I go back there and open the door. See Sandy with her plaid skirt up around her face, grinding her pussy into my sister's face. My sister crouched on the bathroom floor fingering herself, those wonderful tits of hers waiting to be sucked and her ass pounded.

I could go back there. I could lock the door behind me. I could have both of them.

Somehow I did it. Somehow I left.

At home I showered and waited. It was a little after midnight when I heard them coming up the stairs. What apartment would they go to? I stared at the door, half hoping that it would open and they'd stumble in kissing and stripping.

The voices stopped outside the door.

I stared at the door handle.

The voices moved on. The sound of Sandy's apartment door opening and shutting.

So much for that.

It was a couple hours before dawn. I woke up on the couch, back aching. This was not going to work. I needed to sleep and if Jessica wasn't using the bed, I would.

I peeked into the bedroom and saw that the bed was still unmade and still empty. I was only wearing boxers and the silk sheets were like a balm. My body savored the feeling. The pillow under my head was a blessing. I drifted away to sleep.

Somewhere in my dream a toilet flushed.

This sound spun around in my head for a minute or an hour and the more I thought about it, the more I heard it repeat, the more I suspected it was not a dream.

Someone slid into the bed. Someone warm and smooth and wearing panties and who had a leg draped over mine.

I was on my stomach. I turned my head. Jessica smiled at me.

"Are you awake?"

"What are you doing?"

"I'm in my bed."

"Get out of here."

"You get out of here, you said I could sleep here."

I rolled over and stood up. She was wearing a black lace chemise along with her panties.

"I need to show you something," she said. "I think Sandy might be sick."

"What is it?"

"Come with me."

I followed her out to the living room and into the hall and over to Sandy's apartment. The door wasn't locked. Jessica led me inside. It was messy and smelled like sex. We went back to the bedroom. Sandy was sprawled out on the bed, on her back, still wearing the plaid skirt but no shirt or bra. Her breasts were full and tan.

"What's wrong with her?" I asked.

Jessica pushed herself into me and grabbed my crotch.

"You should have come into the bathroom with us. I really wanted you to. Do you know what I would have done?" Her voice was low and husky.

"Jessica, please..."

"Sandy's fine. She wanted to see you but she was tired." Jessica gripped my hard-through my boxers. "When I was tongue-fucking her, she said she wanted a cock in her mouth. She passed out before I could come find you, but I don't see why we can't give her what she wants."

"No, I—"

Jessica pulled my cock out and stroked me. She pulled me over by the bed. Sandy's head was near the edge. My sister guided my cock towards the girls mouth.

"Let me rub it on her lips. Doesn't she have nice lips, big brother? Oh, I want you to fuck that mouth of hers. I want to watch you cum all over her face. Do you want to cum on her face? If you do, I'll lick it off, every drop. I'll lick it up wherever you cum on her."

It was all so surreal. I felt disconnected.

Until the tip of my cock touched Sandy's lips.

Jessica pulled me closer to the sleeping girl and slid me back and forth across those lips, smearing pre-cum on her face. And then, much to my surprise, Sandy's mouth opened. So did her eyes. She took me in her mouth and started sucking.

"Somebody's awake," Jessica murmured.

She crawled onto the bed and dove between Sandy's thighs. Sandy's eyes widened. She moaned. Her lips wrapped tighter around my cock. She sucked harder.

My little sister ate pussy and I fucked Sandy's face. After a few minutes, I was ready to cum and Sandy must have sensed it because she immediately stopped sucking and pulled away.

"I want you inside me," she said.

Jessica moved away and Sandy got on all fours with her ass to me. I stared at the delicious sight, my cock only a few inches from her wet slit. Jessica stood on the bed and put her leg over Sandy and sat on the small of her back, facing me. Her breasts were heaving inside the chemise. Her panties had disappeared.

My sister reached down and grabbed my cock and pulled me forward. I buried myself in Sandy's pussy and began sliding in and out, slow at first, but then pounding.

Jessica leaned forward and kissed me. Her tongue thrashed with mine. Her lips were all over my face and neck.

Sandy bucked and moaned. "Fuck me harder. Yes, fuck me. Fuck me."

Jessica smiled and her dark eyes were all I could look at. "You like that tight pussy, big brother? You like putting your dick in that dripping wet pussy? Her pussy tastes so good, I've had my tongue in it almost all night. When I wasn't licking her pussy I was licking her everywhere else."

Jessica stood up, bringing her crotch to within inches of my face. I could smell her arousal, musky and sweet and intoxicating. She began fingering herself.

"I can't wait for you to cum, big brother. I can't wait to see you cum all over that hot ass of hers."

Sandy was cumming but I didn't slow. Her fists beat against the bed.

Jessica fingered her own pussy faster. Her breathing was quick and shallow.

"Do you want him to cum on your face, Sandy?"

"Yes..."

"I didn't hear you."

"Yes, cum on my face!"

"She wants you to cum on her face, big brother. I want you to cum on her face. Cum all over her face and then cum all over mine."

Sandy's pussy was hot and tight and wet. I felt my balls tighten. I pulled out and exploded across Sandy's ass.

Jessica quickly dropped down beside Sandy, her fingers still working her pussy. She leaned forward and began licking my cum off Sandy's ass.

Her tongue ran over those firm, tan cheeks and in between those cheeks, searching deep, lapping at Sandy's puckered asshole.

Sandy moaned and squirmed.

When she was finished, Jessica looked up at me.

"That was fun. But you still owe me."

It was dawn then. Later that night was the Halloween party. I'd forgotten all about it. I had the feeling, though, that Jessica's mystery costume was going to make it unforgettable.