18 comments/ 238858 views/ 93 favorites Mixer By: WatchingCloud "For someone who just broke up with another boyfriend, you sure seem to be in a pretty good mood," Kate said, leaning close to Sarah's ear to be heard over the deafening thump of the music. She handed a rather strong, fruity drink to her friend. "Yeah, well, it wasn't a big loss," Sarah said and gratefully accepted the drink. "Jerry turned out to be a pretty big jerk. Why do the cute ones always seem to turn out that way?" "Sucks, don't it?" "Yep. Too bad, too, 'cuz he was a pretty good kisser. Wasn't bad with his hands, either...for a college guy, anyway." In the press of bodies, a tall and gangly guy shuffled up next to the girls and tried to start dancing with them. Kate and Sarah humored him for a minute, but a knowing look between the two indicated that both found him completely uninteresting. When the guy turned his back for a moment, Kate grabbed Sarah's elbow and steered her toward the back of the house. "Thanks," Sarah said. "I may be a little frisky tonight, but I do have some standards." "Hey, Jen was just telling me that the guys set up something downstairs that they're calling the 'Mixer'," Kate said. "I guess they've got a couple small rooms set up, completely in the dark. You can put in your name and they'll pull 'em from a hat. Guy and girl get paired up for ten minutes of touchy feely. Supposedly they've got it set up so that the rooms have different entrances for the guys and girls. You never even see who you're making out with." "Yeah, sounds like a lot of fun," Sarah said with a roll of her eyes. "Like I want to get groped by a drunk guy...probably a total loser." "Oh, come on," Kate said. "Most of the guys here aren't bad. Besides, don't you think it's kinda exciting? Making out with someone you'll never know?" Sarah gave a non-committal shrug and finished her drink. She caught a glimpse of a couple guys heading down the stairs, presumably toward this Mixer. They were pretty cute, she had to admit to herself. "You said you were a little frisky, anyway," Kate said, further prodding her friend. "This way you can scratch your frisky itch a little without having to go all the way. You can only get just so far in ten minutes." "Fine," Sarah said in a reluctant tone. Secretly, she was warming up to the idea. There was something exciting about the unknown. The basement of the house was only partially finished with rooms fashioned from the least expensive building materials that a bunch of college guys could get away with. Sarah thought it felt like being in a cave, but at least it was a little bit cooler than the cramped party upstairs. The stereo was still booming loud downstairs, the bass thumping through the ceiling and resonating against the concrete floors. Two closed doors stood near the bottom of the stairs, each garishly lit with strings of Christmas lights. Signs designated them as the guy's and girl's Mixer waiting rooms. Kate led the way through the girl's door and into a smallish room with nearly a dozen girls waiting – most were drinking and trying to chat over the music. It was very dimly lit and one wall had clearly been removed and replaced with a barrier of heavy blankets – the entrances to the Mixer rooms. "Write your names on these cards and we'll throw them in the bucket," a girl said almost before they were even in the room. Sarah immediately recognized their hostess - Mary, the girl that her now ex Jerry had dumped to date her. Sarah had been a friend with Mary during their freshman year when they lived on the same dorm floor, but they hadn't seen much of each other in the couple years since. Mary blamed her for "stealing" Jerry. Sarah had done no such thing, but she figured that any explanation would fall on deaf ears. Sarah just scribbled her name on the card and dropped it in the bucket without saying a word. * * * * * Mary had been having a good time at the party, doing the guys who lived there a favor by coordinating the girl's side of the Mixer. When Sarah entered the room, a wave of hot anger bubbled up unbidden. She tried to act aloof, as if the bitch wasn't worth acknowledging. Mary felt a sneer break through her façade, however, and she was annoyed at herself for showing weakness. Sarah and her friend sought out a spot to wait and Mary shot one last sneer in her direction. She turned her back and set the bucket of names on a dresser and asked someone to keep an eye on it for a few minutes until she got back. "Sass, I need a drink," Mary said to her friend who had been helping hand out the cards. "Yeah, I can see why," Sassy said. "She's the one who Jerry split with, isn't she?" "The very bitch," Mary said, navigating her way up the stairs and toward the bar. "And not even a month later, she's here at a fucking party looking for a quick hookup." "Better than showing up with him," Sassy said, trying to be helpful. Mary only gave her a dirty look in response. While waiting in line for drinks, Mary spotted a familiar face in the next room. Somewhere in the depths of her brain, vengeance neurons clicked into perfect alignment. A sly grin worked its way across her face. "Here," Sassy said, handing Mary a drink. "What are you smiling about?" Mary was about to spill her idea to her friend, but then thought better of it. "I'll tell you later. Just go back to the room and keep the Mixer going. I'll be along in a few minutes. Sassy gave a quizzical look, but when no further explanation was forthcoming she just shrugged and went back downstairs. Mary waited a minute and then followed downstairs, but went to the guy's door and cracked it open just enough to stick her head in. "Carlos, come here a minute," she called across the room. There were quite a few more guys waiting than girls, and more than a few gave her hungry looks. She pointedly ignored them. Carlos, one of the house party's hosts, hopped up from his seat by the curtained wall and came over to Mary. "Hey, how's it going on your side? Everyone here seems to be having a lot of fun with this." "Oh, yeah, it's going just fine," she said. "Look, I was wondering if you could do me a huge favor. You know Bryce Hudson?" "Yeah," he said. "Not real well, but we've had a few classes together. Played a little rec basketball, too. Why?" "Well, I was wondering if you could get him down here," Mary said. "I just saw him in the living room and I would really appreciate it if you could arrange for him to be in one of the Mixer rooms at a specific time." Carlos chuckled. "Oh, I get it. You got a thing for him?" Mary paused for a second and then shrugged as innocently as possible. She'd let Carlos interpret that however he liked. "Do you still have a thing for Sassy?" she said, knowing full well that he did. "Yeah," he admitted. "Oh, I see how it is. You get what you want, I get what I want?" She gave him a conspiratorial wink. "Yeah. Don't do it on this next round, but the round after that. Pull your name for the outer Mixer and pull Bryce's for the one closest to the stairs. I'll fix things on my side, and everyone's happy." "Deal," he said. * * * * * Bryce had been unable to get the night off work, so he was late arriving to the party. He'd considered skipping it altogether, but some friends of his had pressured him into making an appearance. He pushed his way through the mass of bodies dancing in the living room. He nodded to a few people he recognized, but he didn't see any of his friends. Near the bar, Carlos intercepted him. "Hey man, good to see ya," Carlos said, thrusting a beer into Bryce's hand. "Looks like your party's going pretty well," Bryce said, almost yelling just to be heard. "I could hear it from three blocks away." "Dude, you gotta come downstairs," Carlos said, leading the way in hopes Bryce would follow. "That's where the real party is going on." Bryce took one last look around for his friends. Not seeing them, he followed Carlos down to the basement. "We set up something we're calling the Mixer," Carlos said as they walked down the stairs. "We curtained off areas between me and Greg's rooms. We're pulling names from a hat, matching up random guys and girls for ten minutes of make out time in the dark. The way it's set up, you never get to see who you're paired with." "Huh," Bryce said. "Sounds like it could be alright." "Yeah, it's been quite a hit," Carlos said, opening the door and dragging Bryce into the waiting area. "Mostly kissing and groping, but a few guys said they got sucked off for a couple minutes. I'll put your name in." Bryce surveyed the room and still didn't see any of his friends. And judging by the number of guys waiting in the room, it could take hours to get a turn in the Mixer. He turned to Carlos. "Look, it sounds like a lot of fun, but I'm not sure I want to wait around that long." "Oh, it's not that bad," Carlos said in a hurry, trying to keep Bryce in the room. "We've got two Mixers going simultaneously." "Still, there's gotta be twenty guys in here," Bryce said. "Tell ya what," Carlos said, leaning closer to Bryce's ear. "I still owe you for bailing me out on that Chem lab last year. I can see to it that your name just happens to get pulled soon. I hardly know any of the other dweebs in here anyway, so I'd rather see you get a turn." Bryce was about to decline the offer, but had a last moment change of heart and accepted. He hadn't been with a woman in a little bit longer than he cared to admit. While this wasn't exactly a night of hot sex, he had to admit there was a certain bit of appeal to the idea of it being in the dark and with a total stranger. * * * * * Sarah and Kate had ensconced themselves in a corner of the small waiting room. A couple classmates had joined and the four of them made small talk as best they could over the thumping of the dance tracks. Sarah found herself growing increasingly excited about her turn in the Mixer. She had been a little nervous, but that was gone after she saw the first set of girls come out of the curtained rooms looking flushed and wearing big grins. Another set of girls had just been discharged from the room and Mary picked up the bucket of names and reached in for one. All the girls still waiting quieted to hear who was called. "First one is...Sassy!" Mary said, giving her friend a big grin. "You're in the left room by the wall." The curtain was pulled aside for Sassy and she disappeared into the darkness beyond. "Second one is...Sarah Hudson," Mary said. "Go girl!" Kate said, clapping Sarah on the back. "Lucky you, getting your name picked so quick." "Hope this goes well," Sarah said as she got up to head into the unknown. "I expect explicit details when you get back," Kate said. Sarah met Mary's eyes on the way through the curtain. Where Sarah had expected to see more of the same smoldering anger, there was instead something else. Smugness, perhaps? Sarah suddenly got a nervous twinge in her stomach, wondering if Mary had managed to set her up with some really nasty man. Unpleasant scenarios caught hold of her imagination as the curtain closed, blotting out all but a thin line of dim light at the floor. "Have fun with your brother," Mary said with a wicked grin once Sarah was out of earshot. * * * * * The guys coming out from behind the curtains were looking pretty pleased with themselves, Bryce noted. His old acquaintance had left him to take care of the name calling as well as the timing duties. Carlos had a stopwatch and would call out to the lucky couples when they had five, two, and then one minute left. With the Mixer rooms clear, Carlos pulled a pair of names from his hat. "Okay, guys, let's see what we've got," he said, unfolding them melodramatically. "Bryce Hudson and...me! Hey, 'bout damn time." Cries of 'fixed' came from the rest of the room, tinged with equal parts humor and jealousy. Carlos handed the hat and stopwatch to one of the other guys. Bryce stepped toward the curtain and exchanged a high five with Carlos. "Which one do I get?" "I'll take this one, by the wall," Carlos said. "You can take the other one. Have fun, man." "Yeah, you too." Bryce stepped into the darkness and let the curtain fall back behind him. It was almost pitch black and he certainly couldn't see any girl. The thumping of the bass was overwhelming in the absence of any other sensory inputs. Bryce suspected that he was now directly underneath the powerful subwoofer. Eager to find his partner, Bryce reached out with his arms and slowly advanced forward. Only a couple steps in, he made contact with another set of arms. Cautiously, he moved in closer. He ran his hands up her arms, over the shoulders, and down her back, pulling her into a gentle embrace. * * * * * The first contact with her mystery man caused a tingle of nervous energy to course through her body. As they began to embrace, Sarah ran her hands over his chest and arms. Button down shirt, tall, and pretty well built, she thought with a bit of relief. Her fear of having been set up with some nasty guy quickly dissolved. His hands wrapped around her head and neck, gently guiding their lips together in the darkness. His lips were warm; his kisses soft yet deliberate. It was clear to her that he was being a gentleman, testing her comfort level. She encouraged him to expand his boundaries by opening her mouth and teasing him with her tongue. He was quick to respond in kind. Sarah felt herself losing control. Here she was with an iconic man – a hint of musky sweat, firm muscles, five o'clock shadow rubbing her cheek. There was no talking between them over the thumping music, no looking at one another for visual cues. This was something primal, and it touched her on a level that she hadn't expected. * * * * * The eagerness with which the woman returned his kisses encouraged Bryce to let his hands start exploring. Aside from a single tie, her back was bare. He quickly deduced that she was wearing one of those shirts that have fabric only in the front, held in place with a string tied around the neck and another just below the shoulder blades. That meant no bra and probably pretty easy access to her breasts. How far would she let him go, he wondered. Bryce let his hands wander up and down her bare back while their kissing rapidly escalated. He tugged at the string around her back, undoing the tie. He then brought his hands around her sides and under her top, pausing just beside her breasts. She shoved her tongue even further into his mouth, and Bryce took this as permission to continue. He cupped her breasts, creating a mental picture by way of touch. They were a pleasant handful, but small enough that there was little sag. His thumbs played over her nipples, which responded eagerly to the stimulation. She sucked in her breath, the only other sign Bryce had that she was getting into the moment. * * * * * The stimulation to her nipples was driving Sarah crazy. Whenever she reached this point of arousal, her body always demanded more. With the little bit of rational mind she had left, she realized that ten minutes wasn't going to be nearly long enough. She decided to push things along as quickly as she could. Sarah guided one of the man's hands down to her crotch. She pulled up the front of her skirt, inviting him to explore further. His entire hand cupped her crotch over her thong, sending an electric shiver through her body. She started kissing and sucking his neck and earlobe, encouraging him to go further. They were clicking on the same wavelength in a way Sarah had only experienced a couple times in her life. The man's fingers pushed aside the scant fabric of her thong and began massaging her clit. Her body was responding in all the right ways, providing ample lubrication for his ministrations. * * * * * Bryce was amazed at the way this was turning out. After a couple short minutes with a complete stranger, he was massaging her breast with one hand and her pussy with the other. They'd achieved a carnal rapport that surprised him. Maybe each just needed exactly what the other was willing to offer. Bryce focused on bringing her to a quick climax. He wanted her to leave satisfied. He alternated his pace and stroking in response to changes in her breathing, dipping his fingers deep into her pussy every now and then to keep things slippery. He reluctantly broke off from her kisses to stimulate a nipple with his tongue. * * * * * Sarah rode the building wave, letting the stranger have his way with her. The unique circumstance combined with his skill was bringing her to a rapid and powerful orgasm. She distantly registered a voice calling out "five minutes" and realized that she was getting the lion's share of the attention in this arrangement. She unbuttoned his fly and slid a hand inside his boxer shorts. Her fingers quickly worked their way through his pubes, tickling and scratching en route to his cock. She dug deeper and wrapped her hand around his fully erect cock. A groan of satisfaction resonated through his mouth where it was latched onto her nipple. Sarah pulled his cock up and over the elastic of his boxers and did her best to start stroking him. She smeared a drop of pre-cum around the tip, then ran her fingers down the shaft and cupped his balls. He was good-sized and very responsive. She wanted to do more with his dick, but it would have to wait. The flush of orgasm began to wash over Sarah's body. The man's fingers were working magic on her clit and she let herself go. She knew she was moaning and groaning loudly, something she rarely did, but it was lost even to her own ears beneath the rhythm of the thumping bass. Sarah held still for a moment as the rush of the orgasm passed. Her body was trembling, sweaty with lust. Much as she wanted to just savor the moment, she knew the clock was ticking and she desperately needed to do more for her mystery man. She pulled away from his hands and lips, and then dropped to her knees. * * * * * Bryce could feel the woman's orgasm in the way her body shook. He slowed the pace of his fingers, helping to bring her back down. The sexual responsiveness of this woman was intoxicating and he desperately wished there wasn't a timer ticking away on the other side of the curtain. The woman pulled back from him and knelt down. He felt her tongue flick across the head of his cock, surveying and teasing. Her fingers played up and down the shaft, around his scrotum, and back again. When she finally took him into her mouth, he gasped. "Two minutes," a voice yelled out from the other side of the curtain. Bryce felt a pang of disappointment. The girl clearly knew what she was doing and he was primed to blow, but he didn't think they'd be able to close the deal in only two minutes. The girl, however, seemed even more intent on getting him off as she upped her pace. * * * * * Sarah heard the time warning and took it as a personal challenge to get this man off. His fingers wrapped in her hair and she let him help guide her pace. He was practically fucking her mouth, and she relaxed her jaw as much as possible to accommodate. His cock was almost uncomfortably wide, but she was very determined. "One minute left," the voice yelled out. "Time to make sure you're decent!" Sarah could feel the tell tale twitching in the man's cock – he was close. She upped the pace just a bit more, licking, sucking, and stroking. On a whim, she reached around his balls with her fingers and ran one of them over his anus. When he shuddered at her touch, she pressed on – circling and sliding her finger back and forth. The man gripped her head tightly and exploded in her mouth. He was deep enough in that she had a little trouble swallowing, but Sarah relaxed and let it slide into her throat. She pumped his cock a few more times, milking all of the cum she could get, then finally pulled her mouth back off with a final loving lick. Mixer Ch. 02 Thank you for the positive feedback on Chapter 1 of this story. For those who have not yet read it, I encourage you to read Mixer first. Otherwise, the context of what happens in this chapter may be a little confusing. Bryce and Sarah, siblings separated in age by only a year, stared at each other for a moment that stretched on interminably. Both seemed to wait upon the other for a sign of how to react, how to properly acknowledge what had just happened. "I...I didn't know," Bryce said, feeling that he had to break the awkward silence somehow. Sarah's expression changed from shock to sympathy. She could tell that her brother was feeling guilt over their carnal encounter. "I didn't either," she said. "We've gotta go, though. Somewhere else. Somewhere we can talk." Sarah glanced back at the garishly lit door. Somewhere behind it was her former friend Mary, who had undoubtedly arranged for this embarrassing encounter. Sarah hoped that Mary would keep the prank to herself, but she wasn't willing to wait around and find out. ***** Bryce knew that he and his sister would have to talk, straighten things out. She was right about going somewhere else. It was too loud at the party for conversation and they would need some privacy. Sarah grabbed his arm and followed his lead through the throng of the party and into the mild spring night outside. He glanced at Sarah and realized that he saw a woman who was at once entirely familiar and a complete stranger. She'd been his kid sister for twenty years. They'd gone to school together nearly their entire lives, even college. And while their social circles rarely overlapped, Bryce had always tried to look out for her. He had helped with her math homework, celebrated her triumphs in volleyball and soccer, and sympathized when she felt their parents were being too strict. Now, however, he also saw a beauty. Smart, sexy, and confident. This was a woman, where his sister had always just been a girl. And she had just given him perhaps the hottest blowjob of his life. He looked away, ashamed of himself for still finding the memory pleasurable in light of the revelation. It wasn't something they'd done knowingly. They would find a way to get past it. The sky before them flashed ominously. Bryce's attention snapped back to the present. He could feel the change in the air, a building tension that could only be released in the torrent of a spring storm. The wind picked up and the temperature began to drop. "We'd better hurry," he said, picking up the pace. When they left the party, Bryce had given no thought to where they were going. Now he realized that they were heading toward his apartment, and he was grateful for the foresight of his subconscious. ***** Meanwhile...back at the party... Sassy was still feeling all warm and tingly following her ten minutes in the Mixer. The couple drinks in her system were probably contributing, but the heavy make out session with a complete stranger had certainly gotten her libido kicked up a notch. Her friend Mary had just sent the next pair of girls behind the curtains and motioned for Sassy to come closer so they could talk. They leaned head to head just to be heard over the music. "Have fun?" Mary said. "Yeah," Sassy said. "I think I got lucky. My guy was pretty nice. Got me all hot and bothered." "Well, it may not have been all luck," Mary said. Sassy pulled back to look her friend in the eye. There was definitely a mischievous, possibly evil look about her. "What did you do?" Sassy said. "Did you rig it?" "You could say that," Mary said. "But in a good way for you. Carlos is pulling names for the guys' side and I had him fix things so you two would get paired up together." Sassy felt a wave of relief. Carlos was a pretty good looking and nice guy. She'd never hooked up with him, but they'd partied together several times in the past. "Well, that's cool then," Sassy said. "Better than hooking up with some loser." "I didn't think you'd mind," Mary said. "And he was very happy to make the arrangement." "Why'd you do it, anyway? Not that I'm complaining." "Revenge," Mary said smugly. "What!?" "I finally found a way to get back at that bitch Sarah for stealing Jerry away from me," Mary said. "Oh my god," Sassy said. "You sent her in at the same time I went in. What, did you get Carlos to send some loser in with her?" "Better," Mary said. "Her brother, Bryce." Sassy stepped back for a moment to let the words sink in. Mary's wicked grin stretched from ear to ear. Sassy, however, found that she didn't share her friend's joy in the deed. One of Mary's less endearing traits was her petty, possessive nature. This was a new low from her friend, one that made Sassy feel uncomfortable. "That's just wrong, Mary," Sassy said. "All's fair in love and war, and she's the one who declared war when she stole Jerry." "Yeah, but...her brother? Ewww." "You should have seen the look on her face when she came out of the Mixer, too," Mary said. "She was sweaty and glowing. I'm betting they were very intimate in there." "Shit. That gives revenge an entirely new meaning. Did Carlos know who he was setting Bryce up with?" "Nah," Mary said. "In fact, he thought it was going to be me. I didn't bother to set him straight. Figured he wouldn't help out then." Sassy was relieved to hear that. She liked Carlos and was hoping that this evening kicked something off between them. Had he been a willing participant, she would have had serious reservations. "Well, remind me never to get on your bad side. You can be evil." Sassy patted Mary on the arm and begged off to go find another drink. Sassy rested her head on the door to the girl's Mixer waiting room as she closed it behind her. She had always thought that Mary overreacted when it came to the men in her life. Mary had been glad to be rid of Jerry, right up until she heard that he was with another girl. With no supporting evidence, Mary decided that Sarah had "stolen" him away from her. Sassy had just nodded and listened to her friend's rants, knowing better than to try to reason with her. Sassy needed to clear her head. She didn't want to be around Mary any more tonight, and she wondered whether it wouldn't be a good idea to start spending more time with some other friends. A couple guys came down the stairs, heading for the men's Mixer waiting room next door to where she was standing. "Hey," she said. "Could one of you do me a favor and ask Carlos to come out here?" The guys smiled and agreed. She took a deep breath and ran her hands through her hair. The men's door opened up and Carlos stepped out, haloed in the cheesy red Christmas lights that had been strung up around the doorframe. When he saw Sassy, he smiled. She made up her mind to handle this boldly, stepping forward and pulling him into a firm kiss. Carlos pulled the door fully closed behind him and wrapped his arms around her. Sassy opened her mouth and forced her tongue into his mouth. He responded in kind, and their tongues dueled for a full minute before they came up for air. "Mary must have told you," Carlos said. He ran his hands down her back, settling gently on her ass. "Yeah," Sassy said with a sly grin. "I was hoping we might find somewhere private to pick up where we left off." "Definitely," Carlos said. He looked deep in thought. "The house is pretty well packed, but my truck is parked around back. Nothing too fancy, but it'll be quieter and private." "Lead on," Sassy said, giving him one more kiss and letting him lead the way. ***** Sarah hunched over as the first cold breeze hit. The intensity and frequency of the lightning increased by the moment. "How much further is your place?" Sarah said, flinching as the first icy drops pelted her face. She had been to his apartment on only a couple occasions, and didn't know the neighborhood very well. "Just a couple blocks," he said, breaking into a light jog. Sarah kept pace with her brother, but the jogging failed to spare them from the weather. In the couple minutes it took to reach Bryce's apartment, the rain had opened up with primal fury. Both were soaked to the bone. ***** Bryce opened the door and flicked on the living room light. The apartment he shared with his friend Edrian was one of four apartments carved from a large old house. It wasn't terribly fancy, but it had a couple bedrooms, a living room, and a small kitchen. Unusual for two male college students, they managed to keep it halfway picked up. "Yuck," Bryce said. "Gotta find something dry to put on." He looked back at his sister and was again forced to confront the new aspect of her nature. Sarah's silky top was plastered to her breasts, exposing every nuance of curvature. The cold rainwater had brought her nipples fully erect. He couldn't help but appreciate the view, even if she was his sister. Bryce suddenly realized that she was staring at him, and she had to know exactly where he'd been looking. He turned away, the hot flush of embarrassment rising in his face. "Sorry," he muttered. "Let's see if we can find something for you to wear." ***** Sarah wasn't sure if she was annoyed, flattered, or amused to have caught her brother so blatantly ogling her breasts. As she followed him toward his room, she glanced down at her chest. She had to admit that this top, under ordinary circumstances, didn't hide much. When wet, it was barely there. She smiled to herself behind Bryce's back. She stood in the doorway of her brother's room while he fumbled around, trying to figure out what he was looking for. Bryce kept his room about as neat as he could, given such a small living space. The desk was buried under textbooks and folders of notes. Every other nook and cranny was stuffed with assorted belongings and makeshift furniture. Bryce fished a pair of athletic shorts and a clean towel from his dresser. "Here," he said, handing her the towel. "I'll change in the bathroom. You can dry off in here and help yourself to any clothes you can find in the dresser. I'd offer to toss your stuff in the dryer, but it's been broken for two weeks and the landlord is still dragging his feet about fixing it." "That's fine," she said, taking the towel gratefully. "I'm sure I can find something." "Everything in the dresser is clean," he said, as if to preempt any concern she might have. "Okay," she said. "Now go get dried off." Sarah intentionally waited in the doorway, forcing her brother to squeeze his way past her. She watched his eyes as he passed. He was clearly trying to avoid looking at her breasts again, but she caught him sneak a glance anyway. "Men," she said to herself with a giggle and closed the door behind him. ***** Bryce closed the bathroom door and peeled off his dripping clothes. "Dammit, man, she's your fucking sister," he chided himself. "You're not supposed to be staring at her tits, no matter how incredible they are." The shape of her breasts, her nipples, was burned in his mind. And he'd been fondling and sucking those very breasts less than fifteen minutes ago. "Let it go, man," he thought. "This is wrong and you know it." Bryce hung his shirt and jeans over the shower curtain rod. His socks and boxers were also soaked, so he shed and hung those as well. He toweled off his hair and body, trying desperately to ignore his partial erection. Once dry, he slid on his nylon shorts. His cock tented the fabric a bit too noticeably for his comfort. "Shit," he muttered. He stood in front of the mirror and gave himself a critical and disapproving look. "Cold showers...grandma naked...cold showers..." ***** Sarah double-checked the blinds to make sure they were shut tight. Satisfied, she shed her top and her skirt, and then toweled her hair and body dry. Her thong had managed to soak through as well, though much of that had happened prior to the rain. She sighed and the thong joined the rest of the wet clothes on the floor. Standing before the dresser mirror in her brother's room, Sarah felt more naked, more exposed, than she would have almost anywhere else. She was proud of her body – muscular legs from a decade of soccer and volleyball, firm tummy, smallish but curvy breasts. She had seen the glint in her brother's eyes tonight when he looked upon this body - lust. He'd never looked at her that way before. It made her a little bit uncomfortable, but she couldn't help but be flattered. She brushed her fingers across her hard nipples, then down her stomach and over her trimmed fuzz. The electric trace of his fingers exploring her body was still fresh in her memory. "Dammit," she thought. "Don't go there." Sarah opened a couple drawers before she found one with shirts. Rummaging through an assortment of t-shirts, she settled on a Chicago Cubs jersey. It was a short-sleeved button down affair that came down mid-thigh. She slipped it on and buttoned it all the way. In the mirror, it didn't look quite right. She undid the top two buttons, exposing just a hint of the valley between her breasts. Better, she thought. The hem of the shirt offered good coverage on the front and back, but the sides were about six inches higher, almost reaching her hips. Sarah opened another drawer in search of a pair of boxers or pajama bottoms. She found the underwear drawer, mostly boxers and boxer-briefs. In spite of his assurances that everything was clean, she was reluctant to dig through in search of something to wear. She gingerly picked through the selection of boxers, discarding most options for style reasons. If she was going to have to wear her brother's clothes for a while, the least she could do was find something that looked okay with the jersey. At the bottom of his pile of boxers, something caught her eye that made her stop cold. Her pulse quickened and palms grew sweaty. There was a small stack of photographs at the bottom of the drawer. Sarah knew that there had to be a reason they were buried where no one should be looking, and that knowledge made her both nervous and incredibly curious. She'd always considered Bryce to be a "nice guy," forever caught in the limbo between geek and cool. Tonight's encounter with him had already gone a long way toward changing that image, and she instinctively knew this stash of photos would push the boundaries even further. With a guilty glance toward the door, she reached into the drawer and pulled out the photos. The first photo was of Laurie, Bryce's ex-girlfriend. She was kneeling on her Bryce's bed, stark naked, making a seductive pose for the camera. Laurie carried a few extra pounds, but Sarah had to admit that she had curves in the right places. The attitude in Laurie's pose suggested that she was very comfortable with her sexuality as well. The second photo was a close-up of Laurie spreading her pussy wide. Sarah quickly skipped past that one. The next had Laurie lying back on the bed, holding an erect cock – presumably taken by Bryce while straddling her. It was Bryce's cock, she realized, the one she'd just blown. In spite of herself, Sarah felt a tremor of arousal. The next couple photos appeared to be posed shots of Bryce and Laurie in various sexual positions. From the angle, Sarah figured that the camera must have been sitting on his desk and set with a timer. None of the photos were terribly good quality, but the voyeuristic aspect of seeing shots of her brother fucking his girlfriend had a profound effect on her. She couldn't help but stare at the pictures of her brother in his most exposed moment – naked with erect cock halfway impaled in Laurie's pussy, or in her mouth in another photo. His body was that of someone who jogged, biked, and ate well. More to the point, though, Sarah realized that he looked like a man. Bryce had become the essence of man, an primal incarnation with whom she had been smitten in the darkness of the Mixer room such a short time ago. Knock, knock. "You find something to wear?" Bryce said from outside the door. Already tense from the guilt of snooping, Sarah's heart leapt in terror at the knock. She stuffed the photos back in the drawer and shut it a bit harder than she'd intended. "Uh, yeah," she said, trying desperately to sound casual. She scooped up her wet clothes and the towel, and then opened the door. Bryce stood in front of her, wearing only a pair of red nylon shorts. Her eyes wandered helplessly over his body, superimposing images from the photos onto the real thing. Strong chest, strong legs, confident posture; her knees felt weak. ***** The sight of Sarah in his Cubs jersey startled Bryce. He noted the hint of cleavage before his eyes were drawn to her long, bare legs. Oh, such legs. When he'd given her free reign to find some of his clothes to wear, he hadn't considered what she would actually pick out. Shorts and a t-shirt, perhaps, or something a little less revealing. Was she trying to drive him nuts? "Let me hang my stuff to dry," she said as she wiggled her way past him down the hall. "Meet ya in the living room?" "Sure," Bryce said. He couldn't help but sneak a glance at her backside before turning to the living room. Outside, the storm raged with great fury. Thunder from each lightning strike blended into the next. The wind thrashed the old elm trees in the front yard. It was a particularly violent storm, though not too unusual for this time of year in the Midwest. He clicked on the television to see if he could get the local radar. Sure enough, the first local station he found had gone to wall-to-wall weather coverage. It was after 1am, and the youngest staff meteorologist was stuck calling the play-by-play on the storm. "...and for those of you just joining us, the National Weather Service has issued a tornado warning for Gillespi and Brown counties until 2am," the weather jockey said while the Doppler radar looped in ominously bright colors. Bryce saw Sarah enter the room. He remembered how much she hated storms and dreaded tornadoes – the polar opposite from him. It was one of the few things he'd teased her about as a kid. Clearly, she'd heard the tornado warning, and she once again looked more like his kid sister than the sexy woman. She sat down beside him on the couch, the side hem of the Cubs jersey sliding up distressingly high. "Now, this hook you can see here on the Doppler is what has prompted the warning," the meteorologist said, drawing a circle on the map. "Circulation suggests it might be tornadic. Luckily, it's north of the city and likely won't pose a threat to any highly populated..." ***** Sarah let out an involuntary yelp as the television and lights cut out. Storms had always made her nervous and the threat of a tornado in the area had her completely on edge. She grabbed Bryce's arm, digging her fingers in much harder than was necessary. "Should we go down to the basement?" she said. She could hear the nerves in her own voice. "Not if we don't have to," he said. "The only way into the basement is from the back of the house, and I'd rather not get wet again. We should be fine, though. They said the worst was passing north of here anyway." "Is it okay if I stay here tonight, at least," she said. "Uh, sure," Bryce said. "Edrian's gone camping this weekend with his girlfriend anyway, so it should be quiet. I suppose we still need to talk, too. Let me go find a candle." Bryce stood to leave the room. Sarah didn't relinquish her hold on him. "Don't leave me alone," she said. "Still afraid of storms?" he said with a hint of humor. "Yes, I am," she said matter-of-factly. Ordinarily, his jibe would have annoyed her. After what had happened between them tonight, however, it felt reassuring. Maybe, somehow, their intimate encounter wouldn't ruin their relationship after all. She eased her grip on his arm and let her hand slid down to meet his. Sarah smiled when he reassuringly wrapped his fingers in hers. Mixer Ch. 02 "Don't worry," he said. "You'll be fine here. I've got a couple candles and a lighter stashed in my desk. Come on." ***** Bryce led his sister through the dark apartment and back to his bedroom. After getting her seated on the edge of his bed, he fumbled through a desk drawer to find a candle and lighter. The frequent flashes of lightning from behind the blinds did little to help. Finally, he found the wide candle, placed it on the nightstand, and got it lit. Sarah smiled up at him, her nerves seeming to have eased a bit. She stretched out and rolled across his bed, coming to a full stop on her stomach. Bryce couldn't help but grin at the playful gesture. Then he caught himself gazing at the long length of her legs, glowing gold in the soft candlelight. The shirt had ridden up while she rolled and the back hem barely covered her cute butt. He was pretty sure that he'd be able to see pussy if he was standing at the foot of the bed. She looked up at him expectantly and patted the bed beside her. "Come on," she said, "we still have stuff to talk about." Bryce caught Sarah's gaze drop down to his shorts, and he became uncomfortably aware that he was starting to become aroused. He felt his face flush with embarrassment. Quickly, he lay down beside her, also on his stomach in hopes of hiding his growing problem. Her broadening grin told him that she had indeed noticed. "Thanks again for letting me stay," she said. "I'll feel a lot better riding out this storm with you around." "Quite alright," he said. He patted her back comfortingly. When she smiled at the touch, he left his hand between her shoulder blades, rubbing softly. "So, about what happened tonight then," she said. "Look, I'm really sorry about all that," Bryce said. "I had no idea..." "Neither did I," Sarah said, interrupting him. "And you needn't bother apologizing, either. I'm pretty sure that someone else should be doing that." "Huh?" "Well, I'm not a hundred percent sure, but I think we may have been set up." Bryce pulled his hand off his sister and rolled to his side so that he could prop himself up. The look on his sister's face was difficult to read, but he was sure that she was being serious. "What do you mean?" he said. "First off, tell me what happened to you at the party," she said. "When did you go to the Mixer? Who was picking the guys' names?" Bryce explained how his friend Carlos had suggested that he try out the Mixer at the party. Carlos was pulling the names and had 'seen to it' that he would get picked without waiting long. "I think that pretty much cinches it, then," Sarah said. "You see, on the girls' side, my old friend Mary was pulling the names. She thinks that I stole he previous boyfriend and has been ice cold toward me ever since. To be perfectly honest, I didn't even know they'd been a couple until after I started dating the guy. She's a bit psycho that way, though. "Anyway, so Mary pulled my name not too long after I had gotten there with a friend of mine. She had this artificial smile on her face when I went behind the curtain and I was, in fact, worried that she might have set me up with some really nasty guy. Luckily, that wasn't the case." She smiled at Bryce and he couldn't help but smile back at her compliment. "When I was done, Mary seemed unusually friendly and keen to know if I'd had a good time," Sarah said. "I said that I had. For someone who not long ago hated my guts, she seemed disturbingly pleased with herself. When I found out it was you that I'd been in there with, well, I have to believe that she set things up." "The connection makes sense," Bryce said. "Well, I just want to make sure that we'll be okay. I know what we did was...well, it's not generally looked on too favorably. But I'm not mad, or even really upset at all. Embarrassed, maybe." Sarah gave a shy smile, making her look for just a moment like the girl she was a decade ago. "I'm glad you're not mad. And I don't want things to get weird between us, either. It happened, neither of us knew, and it was..." "What?" Bryce said. Sarah looked away, flushing slightly in the flickering candlelight. "No, I shouldn't," she said. "I shouldn't say it." "Say what?" Bryce said, prodding her good-naturedly. "Say that it was good?" Sarah looked Bryce in the eye. "No. I was going to say that it was...hot. Really hot." She buried her head dramatically in the pillow, groaning in embarrassment. Bryce laughed. "It's okay, sis," he said. "You're right, it was really hot. Honestly, I don't think I've ever been turned on quite so much." "Really?" she said, looking back up. "Definitely. Who'd a thought I had such a hot and frisky sister." "Jerk," she said with a laugh and playful slap to his bare chest. "Now you're calling me a slut. Saying that I'm easy." "No, no, no," he said. "Liberated. Fun. Embracing of new experiences...and total strangers." "Fuck you!" she said, knowing full well that he was just teasing her. "Oh, ease up," he said. "I'm just as guilty as you. We're both easy." Sarah rolled up from her stomach to her side so that she was facing Bryce. Bryce couldn't help but steal a glance down at her long, bare legs, golden in the dim light. She really wore his old Cubs jersey well, he thought. "Yeah, but you're a guy," she said. "Guys are supposed to try to fuck everything that even looks like a woman. Girls are supposed to be discriminating." "I believe in equality," Bryce said. "If a guy can get horny with a total stranger, then so can a girl." "Well, just so you don't get any wrong ideas about me, I'm not into hooking up with strangers," she said. "I've only had a couple one-night stands and it was mostly because I was drunk and being stupid." "Don't sweat it. I haven't lost any respect for you over this little incident. In a twisted sort of way, I feel like we'll probably be on better terms now than ever before. I mean, I've always felt awkward talking about relationships and such with you. Now, well, it feels like a barrier has been broken." "Don't you mean blown away? Literally? I know what you mean, though. I should be creeped out, but I'm not. Thanks for being such a cool brother." "Thanks for a fantastic blow," Bryce said, laughing and throwing his arms in front of him as a shield against her flurry of slaps. ***** "Men," Sarah said, easing up her assault. "You're all a bunch of apes." She played up the annoyance, but in reality was glad that her brother was making an effort to keep the mood light. Mary's incestuous set-up could have really screwed with their heads, with their relationship. Instead, it had only made things better. With the assault over, Bryce rolled onto his back. Sarah decided to give him some payback for his humor and she crawled over his chest in an effort to reach the candle on the nightstand. She deliberately stretched her own chest across his, slowly and agonizingly dragging the shirt across his skin. Sarah could sense Bryce tense up a little. How sweet, she thought, he's trying so hard to be a gentleman. She lingered before blowing out the candle, plunging the room into darkness. Feigning fatigue at the effort involved in reaching the candle, she collapsed her full weight perpendicularly across her brother. "You okay there?" Bryce said, patting her back. "Over-exert yourself?" "No, no," she said. "I think I'll make it." Sarah liked the feel of his hand on her back. It felt like the beginning of a gentle embrace, courage against her fear of the storms. Slowly, she slid back across his chest, careful to allow his arm to remain in place around her. She ended on the mattress, laying across his arm and snuggled firmly along the length of his body. Her shirt had slid up, exposing her trim fuzz. Grateful for the cover of darkness, she pressed her public bone against Bryce's hip. A loud clap of thunder rumbled nearby. Sarah took it as a good excuse to throw an arm across her brother's chest. She felt so comfortable in this place that she found herself entertaining forbidden thoughts. Her body yearned to return to that place it had visited early tonight in the Mixer. Brother or not, she found herself yielding to primal urges that accompanied being in a strong man's embrace. "You falling asleep?" Bryce asked. He had made no effort to extract himself from their embrace. "No, why?" "You just got really quiet all of a sudden," Bryce said in a voice scarcely able to carry over the rhythmic tapping of rain on the windows. "Just drifting along with my thoughts," she said, practically whispering in his ear. "What sort of thoughts?" "Mostly about tonight," she said honestly. "I can't help but think back to the way I felt while in the Mixer. Now here I am, curled up with my brother, and somehow I'm okay with that." "Strange world, eh?" "Yeah. Can I ask you a question?" "Sure, anything," Bryce said. "When you were in the Mixer, what were you thinking?" "I don't think I was thinking much at all," Bryce said. "I couldn't see or hear anything. It was like my body finally got to take over and do what it wanted without having to analyze things too much." Sarah snuggled even closer, if that was possible, and gently started to caress his pectoral with her hand. She was getting desperately aroused, her body craving the full release that it had so needed during the brief time in the Mixer. She tilted her head so that her lips ever so lightly brushed his earlobe. "And what did your body want from that stranger in the dark?" she whispered. Her brother gasped slightly at the contact of her lips. His body trembled ever so slightly under her fingertips. She knew that he was as desperate as she was. Only one gentle nudge from either of them would push this scenario past the point of no return...into the realm of the forbidden. Did she dare? ***** Bryce couldn't control the shudder that raced through his body at his sister's touch, her whispers. He was becoming aroused and the impropriety of the situation was insufficient to overrule his body's instincts. They both wanted the forbidden, but could reason overcome hormones? Bryce twisted ever so slightly toward Sarah. He let his free arm reach across to her side, touching her ever so gently. "Two strangers in the dark," he whispered back at her, his own lips drifting down toward hers. "Without any light, that's all we need to be," she said. Her breath conveyed the message to his lips more than the sound of her voice to his ears. Thunder rattled the windows. Bryce didn't know who actually initiated it, but they kissed. Gently, softly, lip to lip. It was tentative and cautious, but only for a moment. The raw energy that had been shared during their experience in the Mixer roared back to life as touch, taste, and smell became the only sources of input. ***** Sarah sighed deeply as her lust finally found its receptive outlet. She melted into her brother's embrace, opening her mouth in response to his increasingly frantic kisses. She allowed herself to embrace the simple illusion that this was her passionate stranger, the essence of man, an unknown but perfect quantity who existed only for a brief but exquisite moment in time. She disengaged from Bryce's embrace for a moment, throwing a leg across his waist. Sitting upright, she straddled his crotch, settling her weight on his hard-on. She shifted back and forth until her bare slit was aligned with him, separated only by the nylon fabric of his shorts. He moaned in pleasure. Sarah ran her fingers up his chest, circling through his sparse hair. She leaned forward and reengaged their kissing, tongues seeking new depths. His hands, meanwhile, had slipped under her shirt from her hips and were working their way up. He gently tickled her sides and moved his hands around and up to the underside of her breasts. She desperately wanted to feel his fingers touch her nipples, but he retreated, massaging and caressing around and between her breasts. Sarah broke the kiss to sit back upright, using her weight to grind her clit against his hardness. His hands continued to tease ever closer to her nipples, but infuriatingly slowly. She wanted more, faster. Fast as her shaking fingers could work, she unbuttoned the jersey and let it fall from her shoulders. ***** Bryce felt the jersey fall away. As if timed to highlight her nakedness, a brief flash of lightning slipped through the closed blinds, illuminating Sarah's body for the smallest fraction of a second. The after-image of her mounted on his crotch, perfect breasts cupped by his hands, head thrown back, was burned in his mind. This moment wasn't about what he could see - the after-image seemed to belong to a sense other that vision, something ephemeral. It revealed passion, carnality, and lust in a way no other ordinary sense could. He brushed his fingertips over her nipples, feeling her sharp intake of breath through their erect tips. Bryce continued to circle around the areolas, seeking to establish a rhythm with her breathing. She encouraged him by grinding even harder against his cock. If she hadn't given him a blowjob earlier, Bryce was sure he'd have blown his load in his shorts already. Sarah leaned forward, sliding off his erection. She kissed him fiercely for a minute, then positioned one of her breasts before his mouth. Bryce sensed that she sought a greater level of stimulation that his fingers could provide. He obliged by taking her nipple between his lips and fluttering his tongue across the tip. Bryce heard her whimper, and he felt a rush at her response to his stimulus. Now that his hands were no longer busy at her breasts, he cupped her butt. She wiggled encouragingly and Bryce couldn't will himself to show restraint for more than a few moments. His fingers wrapped around and found the moisture of her pussy. Warm, slippery, and extremely inviting. ***** Sarah rode a wave of unadulterated joy as her brother worked magic on her pussy. Fingers plunged into the depths of her pussy while other fingers slid deftly across her clit. His tongue continued its relentless stimulation of her nipples. She could feel herself beginning to shake, coming inexorably closer to climax. Throwing the last shreds of reservation to the wind, Sarah reached back and under the waistband of his shorts. She grabbed his cock and began to tug at it demandingly. This time, her body would not settle for anything less than full consummation. She slid back from their embrace, breaking the connection with his tongue. In the process, she managed to get his shorts down just past his erection. Reluctantly, she slid back further and forced Bryce to extricate his fingers from the magic they were working on her pussy. Sarah elevated on her knees and positioned her pussy directly over his cock. Bryce placed his hands on both her hips, allowing her to control the situation, but eager to assist. Sarah reached between her legs, slid her palm down the length of her brother's cock, and cupped his balls. He groaned and bucked slightly at her touch. She knew he was as lost as she in the heat of the moment. Slowly, she slid her hand back up its length and began to lift the swollen head toward her. ***** Bryce was in blissful agony as his sister lifted his cock toward her pussy. When it made contact with her soaked pussy lips, he let out a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding. Sarah tortured him further by sliding the tip up and down along the slick channel of her lips. This sort of stimulation was too intense; it went beyond pleasure to agony. Seemingly sensing his need, Sarah finally stopped. She positioned the head of his cock at the entrance to her pussy. From here, only a fraction of an inch separated them from consummation. Sarah need only sink down or Bryce thrust up, and the last barrier between them would be broken. Bryce sensed Sarah hesitating. Had she changed her mind? And did he really want this? As one, Sarah began to settle her weight and Bryce pulled gently on her hips. Electricity exploded through his body as the head of his cock slid into his sister's pussy. Just an inch, just the very tip, and it was amazing. Sarah paused, then lifted back up until he almost slid out. Bryce guided her hips back down, and this time his cock slid over half its length in. Some small part in the back of his mind wondered how a simple thing could be both so wonderful and so wrong. ***** Sarah knew she was lost. She had never felt so aroused, so wet, so desperate to be filled. She let Bryce guide her hips up once more, and then plunged her full weight onto her brother's cock. Pubic bones connected and her clit tingled at the contact. They held this position for a long moment, savoring the contact, the connection. Sarah leaned forward to plant a loving kiss on his lips, one that was returned with equal passion. No matter how forbidden this should be, Sarah thought, it felt truly wonderful. Bang! Sarah sat bolt upright. Something had just made a loud noise and it sounded like it was inside the apartment. "Shit!" Bryce said, holding his voice down. "The front door. Edrian must be back. Probably abandoned the campsite when the storm hit." Much as she was reluctant to do so, Sarah rolled off Bryce, his cock sliding out of her with a soft pop. "The bedroom door's still open, isn't it?" she said. "Yeah," Bryce said, trying desperately to pull up his shorts. "Fuck." ***** Sassy held Carlos tight, letting his erection soften inside her. There was something about making a guy stay insider her after coming that she had always enjoyed. It seemed to make the moment last longer and end more gently. Carlos had been a champ this evening. He'd been ready to get back at it only a few minutes after blowing a load in her mouth. Once the storm knocked out the power, a lot of guests had started to leave. Headlights were turned on all around them and partygoers constantly walked by. Luckily, they'd already fogged the windows pretty well by then and it was unlikely that anyone had seen them. Still, Sassy found the somewhat public aspect of their union to have heightened the arousal for her. She'd have to explore it further before too long. "We'll have to do this again," Sassy said. Carlos had finally slid out of her, so she unstraddled him and snuggled up beside him in the truck's back seat. "Definitely," Carlos said. "I'm glad Mary was able to help us get hooked up." "Yeah, probably the only good thing she did tonight," Sassy said. Carlos looked down at her, even though in the darkness he could scarcely make out her outline. "What do you mean?" "I should probably tell you," she said. "Bryce is a friend of yours, right?" "Yeah." "Well, Mary did set the two of us up, but her real goal was to set up two other people," Sassy said. "She wanted Bryce, right?" "No, though she let you think that. No, she actually set up Bryce with his sister, Sarah." "Holy fuck," Carlos said. "You're kidding? What the hell would she do that for?" "Revenge," Sassy said. "Petty revenge. See, she thinks that Sarah stole her last boyfriend away and she wanted to get even. Honestly, I doubt Sarah even knew that they'd been a couple, and Mary wasn't even all that interested in the guy anyway." "That's low. Too low." "That's what I thought when she told me what she'd done...after the fact." "Shit," Carlos said. "Bryce came out of there looking pretty damn pleased. I bet they really went a bit too far for brother and sister." "Yeah," Sassy said. "I didn't pay much attention to Sarah, but Mary seemed to think the same thing as you." "And Bryce left right after that to try to hook up with her. Damn, they probably know what happened by now. How messed up is that?" "Very. Look, I thought I should tell you. I know you weren't knowingly in on it, but Bryce might not know that. And for that matter, I don't want Sarah thinking I was involved either. We should probably find a tactful way of talking to them." Mixer Ch. 02 Carlos thought for a moment. "Yeah, you're probably right. They'll be really embarrassed, but it wasn't their fault. And besides, there's something else we should probably talk about with them." "What's that?" "How we can help them get revenge." To be continued... Mixer Ch. 03 Again, thanks for all the wonderful feedback and for your patience in waiting on this tale's conclusion. I may revisit some of these characters in the future, but not in this story arc. Enjoy! * Five months later... "I can't believe it's a month into the new semester and we're only just now finding time to hang out," Sassy said. She had to almost yell into Mary's ear to be heard over the party's thumping sound system. Mary shrugged indifferently and took another long pull on her drink. "Yeah, I suppose," she finally said. "You've been too busy with Carlos, of course." Sassy sensed her old friend's jealous streak flaring up. Over the summer, Sassy hadn't missed spending time with Mary at all. The cruel stunt that Mary had pulled at the last Mixer party, setting up Sarah in a borderline incestuous situation with her brother, had revealed the full extent of her petty, vile nature. Sassy found that she could hardly stand her any longer, but she maintained a pleasant façade for the sake of civility. "A relationship for which I have only you to thank," Sassy said, trying to mollify Mary. "If you hadn't set us up in the Mixer last spring..." Mary only gave a half smile at the gratitude. "Speaking of last spring's Mixer," Mary said, "I haven't seen that bitch Sarah or her brother around here tonight." For Mary's benefit, Sassy surveyed the throng of people dancing and drinking. She recognized more of the people this time around, having gotten to know many of Carlos's friends over the summer. But she knew full well that Mary wouldn't see either of the siblings. Not yet, anyway. "You really think either of them would show their faces here, after what you did to them at the last one?" "No, I suppose not," Mary said with her first genuine smile of the night. "The humiliation would be too much." Sassy led the way back to the kitchen to get another couple drinks. From experience, she knew that Mary tended to get wild, even slutty, when she'd had a lot to drink. For tonight to go as planned, that disposition would be beneficial. "Tell you what," Sassy said, leaning in to Mary's ear just to be heard over the music. "I owe you one for setting me up with Carlos. He and I are both working a shift pulling names for the Mixer, starting at midnight. I'll ask him to hook you up with some hot guy." Mary considered it a moment before giving Sassy a dirty look. "No way. Carlos and Bryce are friends. If Carlos knows what happened last time, he'll probably hook me up with some smelly, sweaty, nasty dweeb." Oh shit, Sassy thought, watching the entire plan start to unravel. "If he knew about what happened," Sassy said. "And I don't think he ever found out. Besides, I don't have to tell him it's you on the other side. I'll just tell him to hook up one of my friends with a cute guy. I have Carlos so wrapped around my little finger, he'll be more than happy to do anything I ask." Mary grumbled and drained most of her new drink. "Relax," Sassy said. "Worst that happens, you get a little felt up. Best, you don't go home alone tonight and maybe even get lucky like I did with Carlos." Mary rolled her eyes. "Fine. Whatever. I just want to make sure I've got a few drinks in me first." Inwardly, Sassy heaved a sigh of relief. She hated lying to an old friend, but in her own mind Mary was no longer a friend. And if tonight worked out, Mary would certainly share the sentiment. ***** "30 min. Plan on." Kate read the text message and then stuffed her phone back in her pocket. "Who was that?" Mike said. He leaned across the table, knocking over an empty beer glass in the process. "Just some friends at a wild party," she said, leaning back into her bench. She made eye contact with a couple of her other friends in the crowded booth. Each returned a look of sympathy. It had taken only a few minutes of clubbing together for Mike to prove to everyone in the group that he was a putz of the highest degree. He'd latched his attention on her, probably because she was the one who'd invited him along. "Wild party, eh?" Mike said. "Dude, I could tell you about some wild fucking parties. Like this one I got so shit-faced drunk at...we were jumping naked into their pool from the second floor balcony. Dude, it was totally crazy." One of Kate's friends across the table mouthed the words, "Did he just 'dude' you?" Kate half rolled her eyes in agreement. She only pretended to listen to Mike drone on about the other amazingly stupid shit he'd done at any of a number of parties. Over the summer, Kate's best friend Sarah revealed the full extent of the events that had happened at the Mixer party. Kate was stunned at the audacity of Mary's unjustified vengeance upon Sarah for "stealing" a boyfriend. The only good thing to come of it was that Sarah said she and her brother had worked things out and were actually a little closer than they had been before making out with one another in the darkness of the Mixer. Sarah had then revealed the beginnings of a plot for revenge of their own upon Mary. Kate was the kind of person who would do anything for a friend. Her own role in the revenge plot, however, had left her with some guilty reservations. She'd been asked to involve someone who had no direct connection to the events of last spring. Tonight, however, looking across the table at Mike, all of those qualms vanished. If ever there was a more disgusting, arrogant asshole, she hadn't met him. "Anyone else want to go check out this party?" she said, interrupting one of Mike's stories to everyone else's relief. "These guys threw one hell of a party last spring. They've set up some little rooms in the basement that they call the Mixer. They pull names from a hat and hook up random guys and girls for a little make out session. It's set up so you never see who you're hooked up with...all in the dark." "Killer!" Mike said. "I wonder what lucky girl will get the full Mike-treatment tonight? Maybe one of you ladies, if you're lucky enough." All three girls sitting at the table tried not to openly groan. The other guys at the table even gave him a little shit over that comment. In the end, though, everyone agreed to head over to the party. Mike insisted on walking next to Kate, sharing tales of his athletic achievements, sexual prowess, and stupid drunks. She quietly took it in stride, knowing that she was working toward a good cause. Truly, Mary and Mike Dunham were cut from the same cloth, in more ways than one. ***** Sassy and Mary went downstairs together, both with drinks in hand. At the bottom of the stairs was a short hallway and a couple closed doors. Both doors were adorned with garish Christmas lights and signs indicating which was the men's side of the Mixer and which was the women's. "I'd better wait a couple rounds before I pull your name, just to keep the other girls from calling foul," Sassy said, practically yelling in Mary's ear. These rooms were located directly underneath the sound system, and the thumping bass literally rattled the rooms. Mary nodded in agreement. The women's side was crowded with over a dozen partiers waiting for their names to be pulled from the hat. The bed and most other furnishings had been removed from the room just to accommodate the needs of the Mixer. The guys who lived in this house had also removed one of the walls between the makeshift basement bedrooms. In its place hung a series of heavy blankets that created two small, dark rooms accessible from both the men's and women's sides. "Jen and Darla, you're up next!" yelled out the girl who was currently holding the hat. Sassy made introductions and then assumed control of the hat for her two-hour shift. Both Sassy and Mary scribbled their names on cards and dropped them into the hat. "I'd better message Carlos," Sassy said in Mary's ear. "Having him start looking for a good one for ya!" Mary nodded. "He'd better find me a good one," she said. "I'm starting to feel in the mood." Sassy typed on her cell phone: "In the Mixer. All clear." The number she sent it to, however, was not Carlos's. ***** Kate read the message and snapped her phone shut. The house party was only a block away, so they'd almost arrived too early. At least the plan hadn't crashed and burned yet. Mike was droning on still, some story involving a couple cheerleaders and a bass-fishing boat. She didn't want to know and only nodded once in a while so he'd think she was listening. Much to her relief, Mike's story telling had to end at the door to the party. The music was so loud that it was difficult to hear anyone who wasn't within a foot, and Kate was able to keep at least that distance from him by weaving through the throng. She looked back at Mike and mouthed the word "drinks." He nodded and followed back to the kitchen. After a few minutes' wait to get drinks, Kate dared to lean in close to Mike. "I think I'm gonna head downstairs and put my name in to the Mixer," she said. "You coming?" "For a chance to boink you in a dark room, absolutely," he said back with a dumb grin. She merely smiled and headed off for the basement with him in tow. Knowing that someone like him was waiting on the men's side would be enough to frighten her from ever putting her name into the Mixer hat again. Luckily, she knew there was no chance of hooking up with him. "Have fun!" she yelled at him when they reached their respective Mixer waiting rooms. He gave her a lusty wink and then headed in to the men's side. Kate removed her hand from the women's side, heaved a sigh, and started back up the stairs while typing another quick text message. ***** Sassy read the message and then shot off another quick one of her own. She glanced over at Mary, who was chatting with a few acquaintances. Sassy was pleased to see Mary smiling and talking with wild gesticulations. Yeah, she's had just enough to drink, she thought to herself. ***** Carlos felt the phone is his pocket vibrate. He glanced down at the screen while a newcomer to the room scribbled down his name on a card. "Package delivered. Call round after next." The guy handed Carlos the card and he read the name before dropping it strategically on the top of the pile in the hat. "Nice to meet you Mike," Carlos says, offering a handshake. "If you're lucky, you won't have to wait too long to get called." "Hope not," Mike said. "Sweet idea you guys have here. Get a little anonymous pussy." "Maybe not quite as anonymous as you think," Carlos said under his breath as Mike looked for a spot to wait in the crowded room. ***** "Mary, you're up!" Sassy yelled across the room. It didn't take much effort to stack the names in the hat. "Carlos got me a good one, I hope?" Mary said. "That's what he said," Sassy said. "Give him hell!" "Boy won't be able to see straight when I'm done with him," she said with a wicked grin. Two girls emerged from behind the curtains, each looking slightly disheveled, flushed, and smiling broadly. Sassy pulled back the corner of the curtain to the Mixer room closest to the outer wall and held it open for her old friend. From here on, matters were out of her hands. ***** "Showtime!" Bryce said from his seat at Carlos's desk, locked away in a bedroom upstairs above the party. "It's about time," Sarah said, looking over his shoulder at the computer monitor. A grainy green and black image sat in the middle of the screen. Though the quality was poor, it was good enough to discern that the figure moving into the screen was definitely Mary. "Looks like the recording is going just fine," Bryce said. "Now all we need is the rest of our cast." "Speaking of..." Sarah said. She leaned closer to the screen, her cheek almost touching that of her brother. Mary's brother Mike had just moved into the field of view. Both were moving with arms outstretched. In the Mixer, it was pitch dark, so moving by sense of touch was the only way to go. When the two made contact, they quickly embraced and wasted no time in starting to kiss. "Bingo!" Bryce said, looking back at his sister with a big grin. "You are a genius." "You guys did most of the set up work," she said. "All I had to do was sign out a camera." Sarah was a Zoology major and had been able to sign out a night-vision camera from the department under the premise of doing some night observation work for one of her labs. Still, it had been her idea and she was rather proud of it. The camera angle was high, looking down upon them from a corner of the small curtained off area. In the unfinished ceiling of the basement, the guys had been able to mount it in the support beams. "Wow, look at those two go at it," Bryce said. Sarah noted that his eyes were glued to the screen. Personally, she found their performance to be rather distasteful. Mary and Mike had quickly escalated their make out session. What started as sloppy kissing had moved to Mike's hands lifting up her tank top and groping her breasts. Mary, meanwhile, appeared to be trying to pull down his pants. "Yeah, she's a slut," Sarah said. "I always figured it, but geez. Look at that! Less than three minutes in and she's already on her knees sucking him off." "That doesn't make you a slut too, does it?" Bryce said. "What?" She felt her face begin to flush. No matter how much they rationalized the events of that night last spring, she still found it difficult to reconcile every now and then. "I mean, you gave me a blowjob while we were in the Mixer," he said. His grin told Sarah that he was just leading her on. "So if BJ's for strangers means you're a slut..." Sarah slapped him gently on the back of the head. "I waited at least seven minutes before I went that far," she said. "And besides, we were more...tasteful. Classier." "Well that's okay then," Bryce said, turning back to the show. "Okay, now see that? That's the distinction between being passionate and being slutty." On the screen, they could see that Mary had only blown her mystery partner in the Mixer just enough to get him ready. She dropped her own pants and panties and bent over, allowing Mike to take her from behind. Sarah felt a bit of vindication, knowing she could separate her own actions from the behavior being displayed by Mary. "Ah, all clear now," Bryce said. "That's definitely slutty. Skanky, even. I'm mean, look at that. They're each screwing a complete stranger and not even using protection." He turned back to her, placing a hand over the one she had resting on his shoulder. "Don't worry," he said. "I've never considered you to be anything of the sort. You're a sweet, passionate, and assertive lover." "Right," she said, rolling her eyes. "Like you know enough about my sex life to draw those conclusions." Still, she was flattered by his comments. "Okay, true, my experience with you has been admittedly limited," he said. "But still, I stand by everything I said based on that brief encounter." Sarah was glad that she was able to get along with Bryce after so narrowly averting outright incestuous intercourse with him. Their relationship could have turned disastrous. Instead, they had achieved a relaxed openness more common with good friends than siblings. Five months had passed since that night in the Mixer and later in his apartment - the blowjob, the touching, the kissing, and...yeah, even the few seconds during which his cock had been in her pussy before his roommate had unexpectedly returned. She knew that by society's norms, she should feel guilty about what they had done together that night, especially after learning with whom they'd been making out in the darkness of the Mixer. She should also feel guilty over the subsequent fantasies she'd had all summer about Bryce, wondering what it would have been like had his roommate not returned. Would they have had sex again? How messed up could things have gotten? In the light of the morning after the Mixer, by unspoken mutual agreement, they let the matter drop. Sarah felt no guilt and no regrets. She relived what happened, fantasized about what didn't, and was comfortable trying to leave it at that. Or had been. "Thanks for being so sweet," she said, giving him a quick peck on the cheek and pat on the shoulder. ***** Carlos's phone vibrated again, about halfway through Mary and Mike's ten minutes in the Mixer. "We are next. Same side as our friends." Carlos's eyes bugged out at Sassy's message. He was all for a quick romp with his girlfriend. They'd been having great sex for months, after all. But this suggestion made him a little nervous. He knew all about the night vision camera in the little room, and he wasn't sure he felt comfortable performing for Bryce and Sarah. Ever since their first screw in his truck just outside the spring's Mixer party, Sassy had been pushing Carlos to try riskier things in their sex life. They'd done it in parks, swimming pools, movie theaters, restaurants, and other such places. At first, the risk of being caught made him extremely nervous. He found that it did heighten the excitement, however, so he played along. On the couple occasions when they knew they were being watched, Sassy had turned into an insatiable wild creature. But that had all been with complete strangers. Sassy was asking him to perform before one of his friends. He had to go in, though, because letting another guy in with his girl simply wasn't an option. And once he was alone in the dark with her, he had no chance of controlling the situation. "That girl is going to get me into serious trouble someday," he muttered to himself, smiling at the possibilities. ***** Bryce clicked on the stop button once Mary and Mike had finished their copulation and left the Mixer. He was surprised that they'd gone so far. A few of the Mixer couples that evening had gone as far as brief oral sex, but for the most part it was limited to heavy petting and kissing. Much as he enjoyed watching a little porn, taping Mary and Mark hadn't done much for him. He figured it had to do with his severe dislike for Mary and the fact that this was being taped for revenge. And as far as revenge went, it was a smashing success. He was about to start burning the recorded segment onto a couple blank CD's, but Sarah grabbed his arm. She was reading a message on her cell phone. "Hang on," she said. "Hit the record button." "Okay," Bryce said, clicking on record. "What's going on?" "I'm not certain, but I think we're about to get a show." Bryce looked at Sarah for an explanation, but none was forthcoming. She just pointed back at the grainy green and black display. Another girl had just entered, followed moments later by a tall man. It was something about the man's posture that finally made it click. "Holy crap," he blurted. "That's Carlos and Sassy!" "How sweet of them," Sarah said from behind him. She rested her chin on his shoulder and gripped his arms. "Sassy must have put Carlos up to this," Bryce said, watching as Sassy peeled off her t-shirt. A sheer bra was snapped off a moment later, allowing her breasts to swing free. "Carlos told me that she had something of an exhibitionist streak to her." "You could say that," Sarah said, her eyes glued to the screen. "Pretty nice tits, eh? A lot bigger than mine. I suppose you boys like them that way." Bryce was a little surprised at his sister's commentary. He couldn't quite tell if she was teasing or not. "They're decent, I guess," Bryce said. "But I prefer them a little bit smaller. Less sag. Every guy has his own personal tastes." "You like them smaller, huh? How would you rate mine?" Bryce was worried about the way this conversation was going, though he was reasonably sure that she was just teasing him now. "Honestly, I think your breasts are just about perfect," he said. He meant it, too. His mind flashed back to images of that silky top, plastered to her breasts from the cold rain of the storm. Because of the darkness in the Mixer and his apartment afterward, he'd never had a good view of them bare, but it didn't take much imagination to fill in the details. Mixer Ch. 03 On the video, Sassy had turned Carlos sideways to the camera. She was down on her knees and working his erection out of his jeans. In spite of being in a pitch-black room, Sassy was clearly playing to the camera as if she were shooting a movie. Unlike with Mary's performance, Bryce felt himself becoming a bit aroused at Sassy's exhibition. "Sure, you're just saying that," she said. "I figured you'd like Sassy's more than mine. Hers look a lot like your old girlfriend Laurie's." Bryce looked up for a moment at Sarah, wondering where that comment had come from. Sarah tried to look innocent, but failed to do so convincingly. "What do you mean by that?" Bryce said, his eyes returning to the show on the monitor. "You only saw her a couple times. You want me to believe that you were checking out her tits?" "No, I wasn't," Sarah said innocently. She then leaned her mouth so she could speak in a low voice over the thumping of the music. "All I'm saying is that Sassy's breasts look almost identical to the pictures of Laurie I saw in your dresser drawer." Bryce felt flush with embarrassment. Sarah had never told him that she'd come across those pictures. "Oh my god! I can't believe you saw those." He half buried his head in his hands, but Sarah pulled him back up. "Oh, chill out," she said. Her laugh caused Bryce to relax just a little. "It's not like I was looking for them. I saw them in the drawer and, well, there was no way I couldn't look at them. Besides, they were pretty hot." Bryce groaned again, but now he was doing it more for show than out of any real embarrassment. "You could have said something." "Like what? 'Hey bro. Just saw those pictures of you and your girlfriend fucking. You looked really hot in them.'" "Er, well...no, I suppose that would have been awkward." Sarah nodded, and then steered Bryce's eyes back to the monitor. Sassy had lifted her skirt and removed her thong. Carlos moved up behind her and started screwing her with long, slow strokes. Sassy, with thong wrapped around one wrist, was moving in time with Carlos, massaging her breasts with one hand and bracing against the wall with the other. "That's pretty hot," Sarah said. Bryce could feel her breath against his ear and cheek as she spoke. Between that and the show, he was becoming uncomfortably aroused. He just mumbled in agreement. "I guess I just can't help being a voyeur once in a while," she said. "I hope you're not upset about me seeing those pictures. Honestly, they were a bit of a turn on for me that night, as if I'd needed anything else." Bryce felt himself pulled between embarrassed and flattered. He noted that Sarah's hands were starting to rub his biceps while she watched the monitor. They were even moving in time with Carlos's thrusts. This really was turning her on, he realized. The pair on the screen rapidly upped their tempo, clearly trying to climax before the end of the ten-minute session. Sassy was massaging her breasts with one hand while propping herself against the wall with the other. Carlos held her hips and slammed her hard from behind. He slowed his pace abruptly and held his cock deep in her pussy, the expression on his face clearly showing that he had reached orgasm. Carlos pulled out of Sassy, his engorged cock flopping around for the camera before he pulled up his pants. Sassy pulled him into a quick kiss and gave him a pat on the crotch. She turned to the camera, looking slightly off center in the darkness, cupped her breasts and waggled them playfully for the audience. She then gave a big smile and waved before hurrying to dress herself. "What showmanship," Sarah said in a low, raspy voice. "I wish I had her confidence." "Yeah, I don't think I could do that on camera, knowing that I was being watched." "For what it's worth, though, I think your body works better in front of the camera than Carlos's does," Sarah said. Bryce spun the chair around and gave her a mock dirty look. Sarah put her hands up in defense. "Hey, I just call it like I see it. And oh, I've seen it." "Right, thanks," Bryce said. "Just kindly keep mention of those pictures to yourself. I don't need mom or dad finding out. Or some future girlfriend." "Don't worry," she said. "It'll be our little secret. But only if you let me see them again sometime." "You dirty little perv," he said. He knew she was joking by the way she smiled when she said it. But, her tone suggested that there might have been a hint of something else there, too. "In fairness, though, if I ever take dirty pictures with a boyfriend, maybe I'll let you see a couple of them," she said. Bryce raised an eyebrow. "What, is watching Sassy turning you into an exhibitionist too?" "Nope. The offer only extends to you...and only to make things even between us." "Okay, sure," Bryce said. "Photos would be fine. Though I'd accept video as well." Sarah's face brightened. "Be careful what you wish for," she said, giving him a playful punch on the shoulder. "Now, you'd better save a copy of that latest show. I'd imagine that Sassy will want to see how it looked." ***** Sassy stepped out from behind the heavy curtain of the Mixer room. She was sweaty but satisfied, having found their live exhibition to be a tremendous turn on. She desperately hoped that Sarah and Bryce had gotten her message and stayed to watch the show. Unfortunately, she had another hour of pulling names to finish before she could go find out. "Looks like you had a good time," Mary said, sliding up to Sassy. Sassy was a little surprised that her old friend was still in the waiting room. "Yeah, I told Carlos that I needed a quicky. How'd your tumble go?" "Good," Mary said. "I got what I needed and so did my partner." "Cool. So, you gonna try to hook up with whoever it was?" "Nah, I don't think so," Mary said. "He was good enough for a down and dirty one-off, but he had a bit of BO going and was a sloppy kisser. If I want company tonight, I'll find someone else." Sassy nodded. Mary wouldn't know that she'd been with her brother until the video came out, then. Though she hadn't said so outright, it sounded to Sassy like Mary had been pretty intimate with Mike. "You gonna hang out around the party for a bit?" Sassy said. "Yeah, for a little while, anyway," Mary said. "See if I can find someone worthy of going home with tonight. I'll catch you after your shift, if I haven't found Mr. Lucky by then." "Right. See ya." Sassy knew it was unlikely they'd cross paths again this evening. And when they next met, any last trace of their friendship would have likely vanished. ***** Sarah watched on as her brother burned Sassy and Carlos's performance to a CD. She couldn't believe that she'd just promised her brother photos, or even a video, of her and some future boyfriend having sex. She knew that the comment could have been taken in jest and that Bryce would never hold her to it. Yet, in a way, she wanted to follow through. She had seen the intimate photos of him with Laurie and those, combined with their encounter in the Mixer, had charged her fantasies for the entire summer. She wanted Bryce to feel the same about her. Watching the video and reminiscing about that night last spring had made Sarah incredibly horny. For more than the first time this evening, she wished she had a boyfriend to go home to and fuck the bejezus out of. In her tight, low-cut jeans and short T that exposed her fit abs, she would have no problems fetching a one-night stand from the party downstairs. Unfortunately, an anonymous screw wasn't what she needed right now. "Okay, CD's burned," Bryce said, holding up a couple discs. "I only made one copy of their show, and I'll leave it for them. Unless you really want a copy for yourself." "Nah, that's okay," Sarah said. "Seeing it live was good enough for me." "Alright then," he said, clicking off the monitor. "Our work here is finished." He stood and stretched. Sarah's eyes rolled across his tanned body. He wasn't one to hit the gym much, but clearly he'd been biking and swimming a lot over the summer. Images from the sex photos and memories from the night following the Mixer when she was poised over his naked body, collided in her mind. She felt her stomach knot, just like it had the first time she'd kissed a boy. Impulsively, she threw her arms around Bryce and hugged him tight. His strength, his smell, his warmth - she tried to absorb all of it. "Whoa, what's that for?" Bryce said, patting her gently on the back. "Just for being you," she said. "And for helping finish this whole revenge thing, even though my heart was never completely into it." "Yeah," Bryce said. "Sometimes it felt like we were setting up this revenge just for show...for Sassy and Carlos, who knew what happened. For my part, I'm kinda glad Mary set us up. It seemed to bring us closer together in a way that probably wouldn't have happened otherwise." "Exactly," she said. Reluctantly, she let go of him, though she slid her hand down to his. To her relief, he took it. ***** Bryce reached to unlock the bedroom door, but Sarah reached around him to hold it shut. He could feel her breath on the back of his neck and it made him uncomfortably warm. "Wait," she said in a soft voice that scarcely carried over the music below. He turned to face his sister, scant inches away and looking up intently into his eyes. Her arm remained around his side, almost the beginning of an embrace. "Yeah?" Bryce felt his voice nearly crack, dry from nervousness. "Can I ask you a question?" she said. "It's a personal question, but it's important to me." Bryce gulped. He sensed where this question was leading and he was afraid to go to that place. Fear, however, could not stop the inertia of the moment. "Sure, anything." Sarah took both of Bryce's hands into her own. She looked down at the floor for a moment, collecting herself, and then looked back into his eyes. "That night, what happened between us, do you think much about it?" "Yeah, I do," Bryce said. He couldn't help but be completely honest. Against all common sense, he'd fantasized about that night - what was and what might have been - countless times over the summer. "Do you ever wonder what things would be like if your roommate hadn't come home? I mean, do you ever wish we would have...finished?" Sarah's hands were trembling ever so slightly in Bryce's. Or were those his hands that were shaking? "Yes, I've wondered what would have happened between us," he said. "As it is, we probably went somewhere we shouldn't have. But things worked out okay and I don't think either of us is too messed up. I know, deep down, that it's probably best that we didn't finish...but yeah, sometimes I do wish we had. Just to know." Sarah leaned into Bryce's body and laid her head on his shoulder. The two just stood there for a long minute, holding each other tenderly. The touch of her body, the smell of her hair, the rhythm of her breathing against his chest, all directly routed past his conscious mind to the parts that generated arousal. Finally, he broke the moment by asking her a question in return. "And you?" "Honestly, I couldn't get it off my mind all summer," she said, pulling her head back to look at him again. "You're right, we shouldn't have gone that far and we should consider ourselves lucky that we were interrupted before it went any further. But I just keep replaying things in my mind...fantasizing...and it's driving me nuts." "Do we need some sort of closure, to move on?" Did he really just say those words out loud? "Is that okay? I mean, can we do that and not screw things up?" "At this point, do we have a choice?" ***** Sarah watched Bryce's eyes carefully as he spoke. Throughout the evening, she didn't know if she would have the courage to reveal her feelings to her brother. In his eyes, though, she could see that he was very much in the same position she was. She'd never been as rattled with nerves as she was at this very moment, yet with the nervous energy came a rush of arousal that needed to be unleashed. "Just this once," she said. "Agreed," he said. "For closure." "Swear," she said. "I swear," Bryce said with genuine seriousness. "I swear too," she said. On a deep subconscious level, she finally began to relax. Only now, as it melted away, did she realize how much tension she'd allowed her obsession to build up since the night of the last Mixer party. Sarah leaned into a full contact embrace with Bryce, their lips meeting in a cautious exchange that quickly escalated. She groped his butt, and then let her hands wander up his back and down his chest. Just as with their first encounter in the darkness of the Mixer, she was smitten with his solid build and masculine scent. She could also feel his erection straining against his jeans. She smiled inwardly at that, knowing he was being honest with her in his need. Sarah broke off the embrace and pushed away from him, indicating that he was to remain put. She took a few steps backward until she was beside Carlos' bed. The room was only lit by a sliver of light from the streetlight outside and by the reddish glow of a lava lamp perched on the nightstand. While dim, it was enough to see clearly by. "I have the advantage over you," she said. "I got to see pictures of you naked, but you haven't had a chance to see me bare all in anything other than almost pitch darkness. I think it's only fair that we even that score." Sarah couldn't believe she was doing something this stupid crazy, but neither could she deny that she loved every moment. Stripping for her brother while watching the incredible lust build upon his face fed the fires of her own arousal. Only on the night of the last Mixer had she ever felt so alive. She cupped her breasts, teasing Bryce with the playful gesture. She had no idea where this silly streak came from, but she just went with it. Both hands then gripped the front of her cropped t-shirt and peeled it up and over her head in one smooth motion. Bryce's eyes dropped to her bra, which she remembered was a sheer number that revealed a shadow of her nipples underneath. It made her feel good to be desired. Sarah then turned away from her brother and reached around to unsnap the bra. She shrugged it off her shoulders and down her arms, hiding her breasts for the moment from Bryce. Again, she cupped them in her hands. Slowly, she turned back around. Bryce was behaving well by staying in place, but clearly he was riveted with her performance. "You sure you want this?" she said, jiggling her modest breasts under her hands. "More than you could possibly know," he managed to say. She smiled broadly and let her hands slide seductively down her sides, revealing herself to her brother. Clearly, Bryce was lost in lust, and it gave her a sense of pride. She had a fit body from years of soccer and volleyball, and she'd worked hard to keep in shape in college. It was nice to be able to show it off to an appreciative audience every now and then. "Does everything meet with your approval?" she said. "Amazing," he said. "You are, without a doubt, the most beautiful woman I've ever laid eyes on." "You're just saying that," she said, teasing him. "I've seen your pictures of Laurie. I know you like bigger breasts that these." Bryce looked almost annoyed at that comment. "Not at all," he said. "Yes, she had nice tits. They worked for her. Yours really work for you. Perfect shape, perfect size." "Uh huh," she said with a mocking smile. "So, now we're even over those photos, right?" "Oh, not just yet, I don't think," Bryce said. "Those were full nudity pics...and in compromising positions. You still have a ways to go, I think." "Perv," she said with a laugh. "Very well, then." ***** Bryce couldn't help but smile at Sarah's uninhibited joy. He was also riveted by her performance. There's probably a special place in hell reserved for me for enjoying this, he thought to himself. He watched on as Sarah playfully pinched each of her perfect, erect nipples. She then slid her hands seductively down her sides along her firm tummy. One by one, each button from her low-cut jeans was popped free. She wrestled the fabric over her hips and down each smooth leg. "Closer?" she said, tossing aside the jeans. Sarah was now clad in nothing but a sheer pair of panties that matched the discarded bra. She posed for Bryce, a gesture that nearly caused his knees to buckle. "Getting really warm," he muttered. Yes, it was getting really warm in here. Sarah looked down at her own body. She seemed to "discover" that her panties were still on. "Oh, silly me," she said with a grin. Bryce watched on as Sarah slid her thumbs inside the waistband along her hips. She teased her panties down an inch at a time until Bryce caught just the slightest hint of her pubic hair. Seemingly sensing his anticipation, she again turned her back to him. With a suggestive wiggle of the ass, the panties were finally pulled down and allowed to pool at her ankles. Sarah was backlit by the reddish glow of the lava lamp. From her side, the sliver of streetlight served only to accentuate the smooth nuances of her curves and musculature. This glorious sight, her strong legs, her ass that beckoned to be held, the angle between her hips and her waist, the crevasse between her shoulder blades, her delicate neck, and the wavy locks of hair - it was a masterwork of art, etched only in Bryce's fallible mind. More than he'd ever wanted anything in his life, he wished to be able to retain this vision for all his days. Sarah turned her upper body partway around, revealing one perfect breast in profile against the lava lamp. Her face bore an expression caught between the innocent beauty of his kid sister and the smoldering sensuality of the woman she'd become; one aspect he feared he was taking advantage of, and the other he sensed was controlling his every move. She turned the rest of the way, facing him full on. "So, are we now settled over the photos?" "Absolutely," Bryce said. "Honestly, sis, you are just amazing." "Thanks," she said. He sensed a bit of modesty overtaking her playfulness. He wondered if she might not be having a change of heart. There was no way he could blame her if she did. Bryce's gaze wandered down the front side of her body, appreciating every nuance just as he had with her backside. Her pubic hair was trimmed short and shaved back into a thin strip that was framed in a slightly wider area of pale skin. His gaze snapped back up as he came to a realization. "What's so funny?" Sarah said, noticing that he'd started to grin crazily. "Oh, I was just noticing that you have tan lines down there," he said, pointing at her crotch with his eyes. "Very small tan lines, from the look of it. But you don't seem to have them anywhere else. Just an observation." "Oh, that," she said, blushing. "I spent the last two weeks of summer vacation with Kate at her parents' cabin. We spent most of our time sunbathing. It's isolated enough up there that we were able to go topless without fear of prying eyes." "Now that's a sight I wouldn't have minded stumbling upon," Bryce said. "Two lovely ladies, mostly naked." "Yeah, I'll bet," she said. "And if you knew what bikini I was wearing up there, well, let's just say that there isn't much to it. It's not the sort of thing I'd ever be caught dead in if there was a chance of being around anyone I knew." "Aside from Kate?" "Well, yeah, aside from her, of course," Sarah said. "She's the one who talked me into buying it...and into removing the top for most of our time up there. Oh, and if you think my suit was skimpy, you should've seen hers. She had to completely shave just to wear it. Crazy." Mixer Ch. 03 "Consider me jealous," Bryce said. "And if you're ever so inclined, maybe you could model yours for me. You've piqued my curiosity." "Perhaps. Perhaps." Sarah sat back on the edge of the messy bed, her eyes never leaving Bryce's. In a wave of déjà vu, Bryce remembered back to the night after the first Mixer party. He was looking at someone who was both his kid sister, brimming with shy innocence, and a sexually confident and alluring young woman. The two images could not seem to reconcile with one another and it gave him pause. Could he really go through with this? ***** Sarah saw a complex mixture of emotions flash across her brother's face. Lust seemed to dominate, but a bit of trepidation and concern was mixed in. She knew that he had to be having a few of the same reservations that she had. In the Mixer, their first encounter, they'd only been phantom physical manifestations to one another, sexual outlets that both desperately needed. Later that night, in Bryce's bedroom, their actions could have still been blamed on the sexual build-up of the evening's events. But tonight, there was no such excuse. Both knew exactly what they were doing, and with whom. And yet Sarah was still convinced that this moment in time was a direct result of their encounter. A seed had been planted that night, and the relationship change that had subsequently grown had to either bear fruit or whither away. After months of agonizing indecision, Sarah had settled on trying to reap the fruit - it would be like a rare desert flower that could bloom only once, yet was all the more beautiful for it. "You aren't going to leave me here, are you?" she said. "Naked and alone?" Sarah used a suggestive tone to help assure him that she was still serious. It seemed to do the trick, deflating Bryce's last barrier of hesitation. He peeled his shirt off, revealing his fit torso with its scant distribution of hair over and between the pecs. He didn't have as much of a tan as she did, but he must have spent some time outside over the summer, as there were no farmer tan lines. "Better?" he said, taking a step closer. His shirt joined her discarded garments on the floor. "Mmmm...much," she said, flashing him a broad smile. "But not good enough." Bryce deliberately unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his jeans. He slid them off his legs, kicking his shoes off along the way. Sarah's eyes wandered back up his legs, over his runner's thighs, and to the erection tenting inside his boxers. Her brother had just the sort of body that she loved - fit and muscled, yet lean instead of bulky. It was undoubtedly a big part of why she'd gotten so turned on by him in the darkness of the Mixer. "How about now?" he said, teasing her. "Well, you're getting pretty close," she said. "But it looks to me like I'm still the only one naked...and I'm the only one on the bed." "Any suggestions?" Sarah looked up into his eyes. She knew she had to keep this lighthearted or it could haunt them forever. "Oh, how about you drop your shorts and show me your fucking cock." Bryce's eyes bugged out in shock at that last statement, getting him off-guard just as she'd intended. "Please," she said meekly. Bryce let out a heavy breath and laughed. "Yes ma'am," he said. "I think that clears up what I need to do." He hooked his thumbs under the waistband and wiggled his boxers down over his erection, letting it bob free. The boxers pooled at his feet and were then kicked across the room. His expression reminded Sarah of a time they'd been out fishing together in their youth. He'd been presenting a largemouth bass to their parents, proud of his catch, yet just a little bit embarrassed in his own pride. She extended her hand and he took it gently. She guided him to the side of the bed where he sat down beside her, bare let to bare leg. He leaned in and Sarah met him in a warm kiss. "Crisis averted?" Bryce asked when they finally broke the kiss. "Well, I'm still naked," she said. "But not alone. I guess that'll have to do." Sarah leaned back into him, kissing her way up his neck and nibbling his ear until he squirmed. In a soft whisper, with the utmost sincerity, she whispered in his ear. "Let's end the fantasizing before it does me in." ***** Bryce reached an arm across her lap and gently stroked her hip with the tips of his fingers. He was almost afraid to touch her with any more force, be it for fear of hurting her fair skin or frightening her off. She moaned at his touch, however, and kissed him more fiercely. Taking the sign of encouragement, Bryce allowed his hand to slide up her side until it cupped her breast. The small nipple hardened as his thumb made small circles around it. Sarah's skin was warm and firm to the touch. Though she was no longer playing sports, it was clear that she must work out frequently. Bryce slid his hand down her stomach, playing his fingers over her abs. She trembled, tickled by his efforts, but she kept her tongue firmly in his mouth. Bryce moved lower, brushing along the narrow strip of fuzz pointing the way between her legs. His sister finally broke off their kiss. She slid back on the bed and laid her head upon the pillow. She pulled her legs up around Bryce, spreading them just enough to be inviting. Bryce climbed into the middle of the bed, kneeling between Sarah's legs. Her body glowed in the dim orange light of the lava lamp. He couldn't remember ever seeing anyone so beautiful, so inviting, before. Her body was that of an incredible woman, but the radiant smile belonged entirely to the sister he loved. He ran both hands up the outside of her legs, over her hips, up her sides and under her arms. Bryce then drew his hands back down her body, dragging his fingertips across her breasts, tummy, and pelvis. She moaned ever so slightly, raising her knees and spreading her legs just a bit wider. Bryce framed her pubic hair between his thumbs and forefingers. He moved his thumbs lower, each tracing the angle between Sarah's legs and labia. Back and forth, massaging with thumbs and fingertips, he began to stimulate her without directly contacting her pussy. When she closed her eyes and began moving her hips in time with his rubbing, he knew that she was lost in the moment. ***** Sarah rode the waves of pleasure that her brother's fingers were generating. Her entire body tingled with arousal and she desperately needed him to move his thumbs just a scant inch closer together. As if reading her mind, Bryce finally slid his thumbs into her slit. Using her own moisture, he traced his way up until he reached the bud of her clit. She let out an involuntary gasp of pleasure. Up and down her slit, teasing across her clit, Bryce continued to bring her closer and closer to orgasm. Her breathing was shallow and ragged. She resisted the urge to touch his hands, instead massaging her own breasts. Her arousal reached a fevered pitch and she desperately needed him inside her. His cock waved invitingly, hovering just above the magic he was working with his hands. Sarah reached out and grasped him with both hands. She stroked him hand over hand with feather-light pressure. Bryce smiled in response while keeping up the stimulation on her clit. Sarah desperately wanted to convey upon her brother the same stimulation that he was giving her, but the imminent approach of her own climax made it impossible. She closed her eyes and started to moan involuntarily. Bryce then slid two fingers deep inside her and used his other hand to precisely flutter across her clit. Sarah grasped his erection as if it were the only handhold while she dangled helplessly over a bottomless chasm until she could take no more stimulation and had to let go. ***** Bryce gazed down at his sister with adoration while his fingers gently brought her back down from a writhing climax. Her eyes were clamped shut, her brow and breasts glistening with a thin sheen of perspiration. She was definitely not a quiet one in bed, moaning, groaning, crying, and gasping like no other woman he'd ever been with. Sarah finally opened her eyes, looking directly at him with lust and adoration. He was about to say something, but she interrupted him by throwing her arms around his neck and pulling herself up into a passionate kiss. She ran her hands through his hair while he helped support her weight from where he kneeled over her. "You'll make someone a very happy wife someday," she said when their tongues finally unlocked. "Thanks," he said. "Glad you approved." Sarah sat up and gently guided Bryce to lie back on the bed where she had just been. He complied obediently, settling in and admiring her beautiful form as she knelt beside him. Once he was laying flat with legs stretched out, she straddled him, her trim bush tantalizingly close to his twitching cock. Without fanfare, his sister simply reached down between her legs, grasped him, and guided the tip of his erection to her pussy. In much the same way she had several months ago, Sarah slowly settled her weight, allowing only a fraction of an inch of penetration at a time. She repeatedly lifted herself off and then settled back just a little deeper, teasing him mercilessly. Sarah pulled him back out of her, holding the tip of his cock just along the slick folds of her lips. "Now, when your roommate so rudely interrupted us, I think we were right about..." She drove herself down, taking his entire length inside her pussy. "Here." Bryce just smiled up at his sister and said nothing. He knew what they were doing was wrong and probably quite foolish, but for the moment it just felt so right. The smile she shared back was worth more to him than any fleeting moments of physical joy that he would recall from this brief encounter. Sarah, likewise, said nothing. She just began to ride him, alternating slow and deep strokes with quick and shallow. Bryce found himself falling into an easy rhythm with his sister, thrusting to the tempo she set. He let his hands play lovingly across her tummy and breasts, teasing the fine peach fuzz and tweaking a nipple every now and then. Their lovemaking came so naturally that he felt as if they were old lovers, in tune with each other's needs. Perhaps it was something that came of their relationship, something that would take much longer to attain with a typical lover. ***** Sarah watched her brother's eyes carefully while she rode him, reading his subtle cues and adjusting her pace accordingly. She had never before been so focused on maximizing a man's pleasure before. She knew they would never, could never, do this again. It was a singular event, but carried so much more meaning and love than any one-night stand ever could. Bryce's thrusts became more insistent and aggressive. Under the sheen of sweat, she could feel his muscles quivering as his whole body edged closer to release. Abruptly, he sat upright and kissed her furiously. His hands cupped her small breasts, playing over the nipples and sending shivers down her spine and between her legs. "Lean back," he said, his voice raspy and urgent. She hooked her hands around his neck and leaned as far back as she could. She then wrapped her legs around his back so that she was sitting in his lap rather than kneeling over him. Bryce grabbed her hips firmly and wrapped his fingers around her butt. She could feel the strength in his arms as he began to rock her pelvis back and forth, building up speed with every second. Another warm wave of arousal surged through her body. Sarah closed her eyes, threw her head back, and focused on the feel of her brother filling her body, thoroughly banishing the frustration of months of fantasy. ***** Bryce felt the telltale signs of imminent orgasm. Giving his arms a desperately needed break, he slowed their pace from fast and shallow to long and deep. He moved his own pelvis in perfect synchrony with Sarah's. He couldn't help but notice how wet she was, how easily he slid inside her, and how wonderfully, painfully sensitive every nerve ending on his cock was as it slid home with each thrust. Once, twice more, and he found that fleeting moment of ecstasy. He pulled Sarah back up and held her in a tight embrace while his cock pulsed deep inside her. For a long minute, he just held her close, feeling her heartbeat fluttering through her breast and deep into his chest. He felt her fingertips as they traced up and down his spine, her warm breath on the back of his neck, her breasts crushed into him through the sheen of each other's sweat. In spite of its brevity, it was one of the most intense sexual experiences Bryce had ever had. He desperately hoped that going through with it wouldn't end up having been a mistake. His improved relationship with his sister meant too much to him. Only time would tell, he supposed. As one, they released their tight hold on one another and Sarah looked him hard in the eyes. She was sweaty and disheveled, but beautiful beyond description. Her eyes revealed only contentment. She leaned in and kissed him softly on the lips. "Thanks," she said, breaking the kiss. "I needed that." "Me too," Bryce said. "I'd say it was worth it...once." "Once," she said in agreement. "Of course, this never happened." "I don't even know what you're talking about anymore," he said with a grin. "Exactly. Still...that thing we didn't just do. Amazing." "Absolutely the best thing I've never done in my life," Bryce said. They both shared a laugh at that. "We'd better move before Carlos and Sassy come looking for us," Sarah said. "We really don't want to have to explain this." Reluctantly, Bryce let Sarah climb off his lap, his softening erection sliding out of her with a soft pop. They kissed one last time and then set about dressing, fixing the sheets, and making themselves presentable. ***** Sassy spotted Sarah coming down the stairs into the packed living room. She waved until Sarah noticed her across the room. "Well, did it work?" Sassy said, almost yelling to be heard over the thumping music. Sarah held up a CD disc and smiled broadly. "Perfectly," she said. "That's great!" Sassy said. "Did you catch the second act?" Sarah gave her a look of amusement, tinged with perhaps a bit of embarrassment. "Yeah, we saw it. Very hot stuff!" "Glad you liked it. Mary's back in the kitchen by the drinks." "Thanks so much for your help," Sarah said. "You and Carlos both. We'll be by tomorrow to fetch the camera." Sassy nodded, gave Sarah a friendly pat on the shoulder, and disappeared into the crowd. Sarah turned toward the kitchen and soon spotted her nemesis chatting with a guy beside one of the kegs. She strode confidently toward Mary, the crowd seeming to part before her. "Please give us a moment," Sarah said to the guy standing beside Mary. Mary finally noticed Sarah and gave her a haughty, sneering smile. "Well, well. I never expected you to show your face here again." Mary turned to the guy and pulled him into a wet, sloppy kiss. Sarah tried not to roll her eyes at the display. "Don't wander too far," Mary said, giving him a slap on the butt. "Okay, I'll bite," Mary said. "What do you want? Looking for an apology? Looking for a little more...?" "No, I just wanted to explain the way things are," Sarah said. Inside, she was shaking, having anticipated this conversation for most of the summer. Outside, she did her best to keep her voice even and calm. "Last spring, I met and dated Jerry for about a month," Sarah said. "It wasn't until almost a month after I'd broken up with him that I learned you two had even been a couple. I didn't take him from you, not knowingly, anyway. While you and I may not have ever been great friends, I never had anything against you, and I wouldn't have gotten involved with him if I'd known about the two of you. "And then there was the Mixer last spring. Apparently you, in a fit of shortsighted petty jealousy, decided to get even with me for taking him from you. I guess channeling your rage at the guy who left you wouldn't have occurred to you. After all, that would be to admit that he found something about you to be...unsatisfactory." Mary's expression darkened. Sarah thought she saw something flash through her eyes. Was it just a hint of guilt? Maybe there was a bit of decent human being buried underneath the petty, shallow exterior. "So, you found an opportunity here to enact a little spontaneous revenge. You manipulated and deceived, and I suppose you got some measure of satisfaction. It would have been a brilliant bit of vengeance, if only you'd had a legitimate reason to do it. Worse, though, you involved my brother who had absolutely nothing to do with any of this." "A nice story," Mary said. She mustered a sneer, but Sarah didn't think her heart was in it. "It's a shame I don't believe it." "I don't need you to believe it," Sarah said. "I know the truth of things, and I won't live in your reality. I will, however, see that balance is restored." She flipped the CD up before Mary's face. "Balance," Sarah said. Mary's expression turned from confusion to realization and ultimately to anger. "You bitch," Mary snarled. "Balance," Sarah said again, handing the CD to Mary. "If you tip it again, this goes public." Sarah spun on her heel and left the party. Her palms were sweaty and her hands shook, but she felt an overwhelming sense of relief. And as she crossed campus in the mild autumn air, the fresh memories of Bryce's touch, his breath, their union, gently put to rest her months of anxiety. ***** Carlos pressed Sassy hard against his bedroom door as it closed behind them. Their bodies molded together and their kissing was fierce. Hands explored each other's bodies with great familiarity. Finally, they broke apart, gasping for breath. "You fiend," Carlos said. "What possessed you to pull that little stunt?" "Just a whim," Sassy said, kissing him again. "You have to admit, it was a hell of a turn on - performing for a live audience." "Well, yeah, I suppose," Carlos said, kissing her back. "But how am I supposed to ever face Bryce again?" "I'm sure he'll be cool with it," Sassy said. "Might even be jealous of you, of us." Carlos gave her a dubious look, but just shrugged. She was probably right, he thought, though he would still feel awkward for a while. "Let's see what we got on the video," Sassy said. "Sure thing." Carlos crossed the room and hit the power on his computer. "No, I meant the other one," she said, opening the partially cracked closet door. From under a concealed spot on the top shelf, she retrieved a laptop and the little camera to which it was attached. Carlos sighed. "I still can't believe you wanted to do that," he said. "Did you really expect anything to happen?" Sassy didn't reply. She clicked a few buttons, killing the camera and rewinding the recording. With a triumphant grin, she spun the laptop around for Carlos. "Told ya," she said. Carlos looked at the display and his jaw dropped. The image was of poor quality, considering the camera used and the dim lighting. The performance and the two people involved, however, were perfectly discernable. And they'd done it on his bed, less than half an hour ago. "How did you know?" Carlos finally managed to say. Sassy shrugged. "I didn't. Just a hunch, I guess. Women's intuition?" Carlos had been worried about how he'd be able to face Bryce after the show he and Sassy had put on for the camera earlier. Now he was worried for an entirely different reason. Mixer As Sarah stood, she tucked the man's cock back into his boxers and managed to button his fly back up. The man was kind enough to try to retie her top, though it was obvious that he was having a little bit of difficulty. She found it amusing, adding a degree of personality to this otherwise anonymous man. "Okay, that's time!" the host yelled out. Sarah threw her arms around the neck of her mystery man and kissed him fiercely. "Find me," she said in his ear, almost yelling just to be heard over the music. "I will," he said back. Sarah reluctantly let him go and fumbled her way back through the curtain, wondering who the man was. Something in his voice, even over the background noise, sounded familiar. She wondered if he was someone she knew. * * * * * "Well man, how'd it go?" Carlos asked Bryce, giving him an enthusiastic pat on the back. "Wow," Bryce said, knowing full well that his big grin was telling the whole story. "That girl was amazing. Totally got into the moment. Maybe it was the darkness and all, but we were just clicking the whole time." "Good deal," Carlos said. "My girl was pretty into it too, but it was mostly just kissing and grinding. She let me cop a feel under her shirt at the end, but we didn't get much further." Bryce was about to boast about his encounter, but then decided to just keep it to himself for now. He was eager to find the girl and take her somewhere more private to continue what they had begun. "Hey man, I'm gonna take off. Thanks again for bringing me down here. Great idea you guys had doing this." Bryce left the room while Carlos resumed his host duties. He decided to wait at the bottom of the stairs, hoping that the woman hadn't come out of the waiting room yet. He was confident that she'd be easy to recognize by her backless shirt and short skirt. * * * * * "Have fun?" Mary asked Sarah as she came out of the curtain. Sarah wondered if perhaps Mary didn't hold as big a grudge as she'd feared. Mary seemed to be acting pleasant enough. "Yeah," Sarah said, still catching her breath. "It was pretty...fantastic." Mary just gave her a big grin. "Good," she said, then turned to talk to her friend Sassy who was also just coming out from the curtain. Sarah rejoined Kate and her other classmates in the corner. "You look pretty flushed, there," Kate said. "I take it you had a good time." "God yes," Sarah said. "That was such a turn on, doing all that in the dark with a stranger. I think I got lucky, though. My guy was tall, built, and knew what he was doing." "I hope I get as lucky," Kate said. "You gonna hang out with us?" "Actually, I'm going to try to hook up with this guy. I think we both left wanting things to go quite a bit further than time permitted." Sarah gave her farewells to everyone and turned to leave. Kate grabbed her by the shoulder and retied the back of her top. "Not that you'll need that for much longer," Kate said in Sarah's ear and gave her a playful slap on the butt as a final sendoff. * * * * * Bryce looked up from his seat on the stairs as the girl's door opened. He knew instantly that she was his Mixer partner - the backless shirt, the skirt, her height. Then his stomach lurched up into his throat. It was his sister. "Bryce?" she said, stopping cold. An expression of horror spread across her face that had to mirror his own. Both knew, with absolute certainty, who their mystery partner had been. And both knew that the other knew. To be continued...?