5 comments/ 29939 views/ 11 favorites Getting Ready for a Change By: Setanta84 Chrissy Crawford was psyched. It was the eve of her twenty-first birthday and she was planning to get hammered. Yes, now that she was legal, she was going to get hammered for the first time ... the first time with the sanction of the state, at least. Her parents had given her free reign of the house for the whole weekend for the occasion, with the little proviso that the party was to be supervised by her older brother, Matt. Matt was cool, he had been able to legally drink for a year now and Chrissy was sure that their parents did not know how much he liked to party. He was not the kind of person to get in the way of his little sister having a good time. She was going to get the most out of this celebratory weekend. Smiling at herself in the bathroom mirror, Chrissy--'Cee Cee' to her friends--stood five feet and two inches tall barefoot and five and a half feet tall in heels. She almost always wore heels. Chrissy's eyes were big and brown and shaded by naturally long, thick lashes. Her lips were small but pouted just a bit at the corners, making her virtually impossible to resist when she begged for something. She was slender and slightly pale in complexion, with perky breasts that just about fit behind her hands when she cupped them. Chrissy wished she had more of an ass, but genetics just did not have that in the cards for her. Curling her long chestnut brown locks with a curling iron, she admired herself and hoped men would admire her in the same way tonight. Her twenty-first year would be a big one for her sexual development. Chrissy had only had sex with two people before tonight. She was going to make a good faith effort to broaden her experiences. The beginning of that effort had been inviting nearly every attractive guy in the zip code to her party, through her friends and social media. If her experience was going to broaden with the help of perfect strangers, that was fine. If it happened with friends that was fine by her as well. But it was going to happen. Chrissy was a bit nervous about all this despite herself. She was going to need a bit of liquid courage. Unplugging the curling iron and carefully putting it aside, Chrissy shuffled into her bedroom. She contemplated what she would wear for her party. Guests were set to start arriving in an hour. Matt was busy downstairs getting the food and drinks together. She loosened her curls with her freshly manicured fingernails on her way to her closet, wearing only the black bra and panties she had put on after her shower. Crashing noises suddenly came from downstairs. Chrissy sighed, calling down to Matt to come upstairs for a minute. She looked through her closet as she waited for him, not bothering to cover up. Chrissy was comfortable with her body. Besides it was only her brother. She wanted an update on what he had been up to downstairs. Matt told her he would take care of everything. She was counting on him to make this a very special birthday weekend for her. "Matthew, you are to spend this weekend supervising Christine's party." That was verbatim. Their parents always used their full names--even though neither of them preferred that--with perfect but flat delivery, like goddamn sociopaths. They had ordered Matt to do this, they had not asked. He was pissed. Even though he was a graduating college senior, they still treated him like a toddler because he lived at home. Matt did not know who Chrissy was inviting or how many people and he did not care. He was going to let her do whatever she wanted. Fuck his parents. " I go to school on a fucking football scholarship, I'm fucking six feet tall, I am a goddamn Chemistry and Earth Sciences double major graduating on motherfucking time; I am a motherfucking grown-ass adult, fuckers," Matt grumbled as he stomped up to Chrissy's room. Due to the tight schedule he had to maintain to juggle his responsibilities to the team and the requirements of two majors without crapping out on either, Matt had had only four previous sexual partners in his entire life. "Fuck it, if they want to treat me like a fucking child, I'm going to act like one. At least one of Chrissy's little friends is getting fucked by a fucking blue-eyed, handsome football player tonight." After he had arranged the assorted cases of beer and liquor and the food tables, Matt had bumped into a stack of wine while moving some of the furniture into the garage; all the boxes crashed to the floor and some of the bottles had broken. Matt hoped Chrissy either had not noticed or at least had the good sense to pretend she had not noticed as he approached her doorway. "Yeah Chrissy," Matt said, just before she stepped from the closet and he saw she was only wearing a bra and panties. Chrissy turned to face Matt, tilting her head slightly to the side, causing her loose curls to fall around her shoulders. "I heard a noise downstairs ... what happened?" She roamed his body with her eyes, forgetting about her clothes for the moment, approaching him with concern. "You're not hurt, are you?" Chrissy gently ran her fingers along his arms, checking for any obvious marks and Matt just watched, slightly stunned by both the view and the contact. "Everything is fine. I just knocked over some boxes heading to the garage. I'm fine, sis." She smiled up at him, continuing to lightly rub his arms. "My big brother's working so hard for me, isn't he," she cooed. She leaned against him, wrapping her arms around his neck, tip-toeing up to peck his cheek. "You're the best, Matt." Matt nervously smiled, figuring she was acting like this because she was excited for her party. "Yeah, I am working pretty hard; It's all set up and ready to go, and there is a surprise for you down on the counter," Matt said with a grin. While setting up for the party, Matt had found their parents' stash of top shelf liquor. The best bottle of bourbon and the best bottle of vodka were on the counter as his present to his sister. "You got me beer? Tell me you got me beer!" She looked at him with pleading eyes, anxiously tugging on the back of his neck. Matt started laughing. "You'll just have to wait and find out. That's the point of a surprise silly," he said as he backed out of her room slowly. "Maaattt," she followed him to the doorway, pouting. "Can I please have a beer now? Pleeeasse?" She bit her lip, batting her eyelashes. "Just one ... just a tiny sip?" She took his hand in hers, swaying from side to side. "Please, big brother?" Watching her pout and give him those puppy dog eyes, he let out a sigh. "Alright, alright. Fine. Just a sip though!" He started walking towards the kitchen. She squealed with joy, letting Matt go get her beer. "Thank you!" She turned on her heel and headed back into her closet to sort through her clothes once again. She had to look hot. No, she had to look better than hot. Fuckable. That is what she was going for. "Hmm," she wondered if she shouldn't wear a bra. Matt went into the kitchen and grabbed a beer out of the refrigerator. He briefly flirted with the idea of bringing Chrissy the liquor instead but thought better of it. A surprise like that was best for the party proper. He grabbed a Pyramid Heffe for her and a Sierra Nevada Torpedo for him and made his way back up to his sister's room. Chrissy unclasped her bra, letting it drop to the floor in her closet. She folded her arms across her chest, covering her nipples as she browsed her clothing selection with just her eyes. She heard Matt returning to her room and called to him from inside the walk-in closet. "I don't have anything to wear," she sighed. Nothing she had was quite sexy enough. Nothing really said "Come here, I'm down to fuck."Matt sat down on her bed. "Ha, well just take your time. You have plenty to wear, sis." Stepping out of her closet, Chrissy playfully covered her chest as she stood in front of her brother. "I just looked," she moaned. "Everything I have I've worn a million times in front of my friends ... maybe I should just go naked." Matt's eyes widened as he saw his sister walk out of the closet with just her arms covering her breasts. "Yeah that's not a good idea," Matt said as he nervously quaffed his Torpedo while trying to casually trying to keep a sideways glance as his sister's unexpectedly tight little body going. "Who cares if they saw you wear it a million times. Does that really matter?" Disdainfully nodding, Chrissy went about setting him straight. "Of course it matters. You're such a guy to say that." Chrissy noticed Matt's eyes widen from slightly behind the bottle at the sight of her almost bare breasts. She couldn't help but like the attention, even if it was from her brother. "Help a girl out, big brother," she nearly whispered in an oddly seductive tone. "If you were a guy at my party, what would I have to wear to get you to go from wanting to fuck just any girl at this party to trying to fuck me?" Matt almost choked as he heard what she said. "Well to be honest, anything you wear you would look good in." Cooing at her brother as she approached him, Chrissy smiled. "Aww Matt." She carefully freed one arm from her breasts, keeping her nipples out of sight with the other arm stretched across. "Yeah, you're probably right," she gently placed her fingers around the neck of the beer she assumed was meant for her, brushing Matt's fingers in the process of taking the beer from him. She grinned, lifting the beer to her lips, taking a big sip. "Mmmm." He was trying his best not to glance at her chest as she removed one of her arms and took the bottle. Matt noticed she was doing her girlish best to chug it. "Hey, hey, slow down now, you have guests to entertain, sis." Chrissy giggled when Matt told her to slow down. That was the opposite of what she planned to do tonight. "Yeah, yeah, sure." She took another big swig, over-tilting the bottle a bit, causing some beer to slid down from the corner of her mouth. "Mmm, oops." Watching her pour it all over herself, Matt laughed a little bit. "I know that's not your first beer, but it looks like it." Rolling her eyes at him, Chrissy licked the trail of beer that dripped down the corner of her lips. "Well, good thing I had it now then." She turned from him, flipping her hair over her shoulder, heading back into her closet. "Hmm, I maybe I'll wear a skirt. A really tiny one so I can barely bend over," she said while making a wild and naughty expression towards Matt. "Like I said, you would look good in anything." Matt watched as Chrissy re-entered the closet. "You're not making me stay up in here for a motherfucking fashion show are you?" Gasping, Chrissy nearly squealed her response. "Oooh, that's a good idea. Don't move!" Matt sighed and rested his forehead in his free palm as she told him not to move. "Should have kept my motherfucking mouth shut." Chrissy grabbed a few things off their hangers and started to get dressed. Pulling on a short black skirt that hugged her hips and a dark purple halter top that really accentuated her perky breasts, she smoothed her hands over her sides and stepped out to show Matt. "What about this?" As Chrissy stepped out of the closet Matt immediately noticed how the skirt hugged her hips and how her top showed off her breasts. "Uhh ... looks good, sis." He had a hard time keeping his eyes from roaming down her body again. This is your goddamn sister standing in front of you, motherfucker. Save these thoughts for her motherfucking friends. But Matt found he could not stop thinking how good she looked or what he would like to do to her. Pouting, Chrissy was profoundly underwhelmed by Matt's reaction. "Looks good? That's all?" She moved closer to him, determined to get a better reaction. Turning in profile, Chrissy bent over steeply, making a lewd display of herself. "How's my ass look when I do that? Can you see my panties at all?" Matt began to wonder why she was doing this. But those thoughts did little to restrain him. He could not help himself, Matt glanced down at her ass and spied the fringe of her little panties and the bottoms of her tight cheeks on full display. "Fuck, Chrissy. Yes, I can see your panties. Your ass looks fine ... I guess. It's just a little weird with you asking me these questions, on the account that you're my little sister." Amused. Yes, that was the word. Chrissy was amused to see her brother so uncomfortable. "It's just a little skin, Matt. It's not like I asked you to touch me or anything." She glanced at him, wondering how he'd react if she did ask Matt to touch her. Chrissy shrugged it off for now. Standing up, she squeezed his thigh and smirked. She was fairly sure her fingertips had just grazed the length of a hard-on for the first, but hopefully not last, time this evening. Matt felt as hung as he had looked in their shower most of the mornings of their entire adult lives. At first, it had been an accident. Chrissy had been in a rush to get to class the first morning of her senior year in high school and dashed into the bathroom to get her compact. She had not expected to find Matt lathering his hair with shampoo while facing the open door of his shower. The kid had a body of a Greek god, not an ounce of fat, not a single imperfection. But he had the cock of a Roman grotesque. It was huge. Fucking huge. Thick. Beautiful. Chrissy had been ashamed when she realized her pussy was clenching and her thighs were wet. She had backed out of the room as discreetly and quickly as possible and rubbed her pussy during the entirety of the drive to school. She had had to make herself climax twice before she was decent enough to make it through the parking lot. It was the start of many mornings of walking by an "ajar" bathroom door or "forgetting" her smartphone on the counter corner directly opposite the shower. Her smartphone that had a camera, water-proof case, and a tendency to be leaning against the wall with the camera side facing the shower. Chrissy resolved to head back to her closet and continue this little game. "This outfit is going into the Maybe pile; I'm gonna keep looking." She hoped she had not sounded weird just then, those memories had gotten her really worked up. "Alright, well, while you do your fucking princess thing and dig out another outfit, I'm gonna go grab another beer," Matt groused. Heading downstairs, he felt like he needed something stronger than a double IPA after that little show. He grabbed another Torpedo, but it was going to be a chaser for a shot of Everclear this time. If he learned one thing during the few nights he allowed himself to go out during college, it was that Everclear was a useful response to troubling thoughts. After taking the shot and chugging half the beer he opened, Matt grabbed another and headed upstairs. Pausing for a second before re-entering her room, Matt thought over why Chrissy would be doing this too him. Hopefully, she was just really excited for her party and didn't yet fully understand the effect she had on men. He made his entrance and sat back down on her bed. While Matt was away, Chrissy had changed her underwear, putting on a lacey black pair with a hot pink trim. She grinned evilly. This will make Matt even more uncomfortable than the last pair did, I can't wait to see the look on his face. Chrissy no longer cared if this was inappropriate, if she ever had. She was having fun. That was the whole point of her big birthday weekend after all. "Back?" She called from the closet, already dressed in a tight, light gray mini dress with her new panties underneath. "I think this outfit has potential," she said, sauntering out of the closet, posing in front of him. Finishing off the first of the two beers he brought back with him as Chrissy came out of the closet, Matt took in the criminally tiny dress his sister had chosen to present to him It hugged her body so nice. It really shows off her luscious little curves. Chrissy was still was not wearing a bra and Matt could tell her nipples were hard. "Wow." Matt cracked open the second beer. They still had a good amount of time until things got going and neither of them seemed in a rush to leave. Grabbing the Torpedo, Chrissy stuck her tongue out at Matt. On the first day of my twenty-first birthday party, the asshole grabs two beers for himself and not a single one for me. Typical fucking male. Sipping it carefully, not wanting to stain her dress, another mischievous thought came to her. That evil smile once again crossed Chrissy's lips. For a white jock from a privileged family, Matt had odd tastes. He was one of those people who really got into The Wire half a decade after it left the air. He even had started talking like the "harder" characters. It could be worse, she consoled herself. Matt was a kid using his natural talents to make good and insisted on rising on his own steam, working for what he got. The show definitely had a soft spot in its heart for kids like Matt. The character he reminded her of was Nicky Sobotka. It wasn't like he was fucking Barack Obama, proudly announcing that he loved the show and Omar was his favorite character. That just proved he either did not actually watch the show or did not watch it closely enough to understand the show held low opinions of both politicians and Omar. What if I danced for Matt like one of those club girls on The Wire? Slowly Chrissy started to move her hips to a beat in her head. She turned her back to Matt and again bent over deeply, again making a lewd display of herself. This time, however, she did it slowly, gracefully, and seductively, like an experienced dancer at a higher-end club. She started to shake her tight little white ass in his face in time to the music. She closed her eyes and imagined his hungry eyes on her gyrating ass and on her little black panties. Chrissy started to fantasize about him taking it all in and knowing it was all for him. She started imagining him getting hard and began fantasizing about the dimensions of her brother's cock. That huge, beautiful cock. Chrissy was now re-imagining herself entering the shower that morning, only in the safety of fantasy, she did not run out of the room. No. Chrissy imagined herself getting on her knees and taking that monster in her mouth and down her throat. She started to get wet. Very wet. Matt's eyes widened as she bent over. He could see right up her dress. She had changed into a tiny, nearly sheer pair of black panties. As she started shaking her ass he could not take his eyes off it. Matt sat there in rapt awe, half-heartedly trying to snap out of his sister's lustful spell. She bent over more, backing up in front of him, almost enough to press her ass against the front of his pants. She smiled, reaching back to rest her hands on his knees when she noticed him staring at her panties. "So, Matt, did I succeed in going for the 'fuckable' look?" Her brother could not answer her, he could only stare at the spectacle Chrissy was making of herself. She smirked, playfully bumping her ass against his crotch just for a moment. It sent a jolt through Chrissy's whole body. Something had hit her pussy when she did that. Something hard and large. Chrissy's grip tightened on Matt's knees as he weakened and she started a nearly involuntary circular grind of her mound on his bulge."Yes or no," she nearly hissed into the air. Chrissy glanced back at her brother, giving him a sweet yet dangerous smile. "I need to know, Matt." Panicked, Matt grasped her wrists and hoisted his sister of his body "Y-yes. Okay? Fuck. Yes, you are definitely a fucking fuckable female. If I weren't your brother, I would fuck you. Now that you got your answer, does that mean the motherfucking fashion show is over?" Getting Ready for a Change Ch. 02 Hugging the wall, Christine could tell her big brother was going to town on his huge cock. God, fully aroused, he's fucking bigger than the shower suggested. Matt's white mesh shorts were down around his ankles, his big heavy balls resting between his sculpted thighs on his desk chair's leather seat. Christine bit her lip, barely suppressing a desire to rush into the room, drop to her knees, and suck on them. Matt is a NCAA athlete with a large frame. His hands have to be at least five inches wide. He's working that fucking thick shaft with both of them and they're not touching his head. Bastard has a fucking foot of cock. Fuck. Christy felt something strange on her calves. Looking down, she realized that not only were her panties soaked but fluid was literally running down her legs. Just as she was about to attend to more of the show and put her free hand down her panties, the door rang. She ran to her room to clean up. Pulling his long mesh shorts up, Matt tucked his fully erect cock down the right leg. He felt shame for fantasizing about his own fucking sister, but beating himself up would have to fucking wait. If he did not attend to these guests properly and his parents heard about it, he would be getting shit from them relentlessly into his fucking thirties. Christine came down to the party, quickly recognizing some friends. Shouts of "Cee Cee" rang throughout the house. She greeted friends and strangers alike with hugs and kisses and a promise to "get fucked up" before the night was over. Christine beamed inwardly as she felt a few hands reach out and either grab or slap her ass as she made her way through the room. She had done it, she had sent the signal that she was available for sex. Christine was "fuckable." She got a beer from the kitchen and went to the living room to dance. Tonight, she was going to fuck. After finishing his third double IPA of the night, Matt walked back inside and started looking around to see if he recognized anyone in the party. If it were not for his athletic mass, he would have been feeling the Everclear and beer by now, but he just had a hint of a buzz going on. He grabbed another beer and started hanging around a group of student-athletes he knew. Finishing her third full beer of the night, Christine was starting to feel drunk. Handing her cup to a friend to toss for her, Christine turned to her latest dancing partner. He was cute, between her height and Matt's, Latino, well-built, and seemed just slightly too old to be at a college party. Her friends would probably refer to him as "the creepy old guy at the party" in the morning despite the fact he was probably no older than thirty. That did not matter, neither did his name. Christine did not nag and beg her parents into unwittingly letting her host a kegger in their McMansion to hold rewarding conversation. She was here to fuck. Christine leaned in and pressed her lips to those of her older, Latin dancing partner. With her friends cheering her on, she wrapped her arms around his neck and slipped her tongue into his mouth. Christine slid her right hand down from around his neck, down his abdomen, and grabbed his bulge. Hard. It felt nowhere near as big as Matt's, but it was nice. More catcalls and cheers followed. Taking full advantage of her newfound liquid courage--and beginning brown-out--Christine slid to her knees and pulled the Latino creeper's fly down as she did. She looked up into his pleasantly shocked face as she took out his average brown cock out of his pants and ran her tongue over its lengths while maintaining eye contact. The fluttering light of dozens of camera phone flashes filled the room along with a chant of "CEE CEE. SUCK. THAT. COCK." As she steadied herself on his thighs and started bobbing her head on his length, Christine closed her eyes and found herself returning to her fantasy of sucking her brother. During the start of Christine's debauchery, Matt had bumped into his chemistry lab partner, Ruchi. Matt found her deeply attractive. She was a light, Indian-American beauty who had a surprisingly feminine figure for an accomplished collegiate athlete; E cup breasts, wide hips, toned legs, and one of the nicest asses on campus were all found on the 5'4'' frame of the person who held many of the campus' athletic records. Ruchi, unfortunately, was also another student-athlete who took the "student" part of the hyphenate seriously. While Matt had long sensed a mutual attraction, neither of them ever had the time to pursue a romantic relationship. But they had been flirting and talking with one another for most of the party now. Matt had finally managed to lure her to the porch to talk and be alone. Once they sat down, Matt leaned in and took Ruchi by her long raven hair, kissing her lush, dark lips softly at first. She didn't push him away. In fact, Ruchi seemed to welcome the kiss, so Matt grew bolder. He kissed her slightly harder on the mouth, slipping his tongue through her lips and one of his large hands on her equally large breast. Matt smiled through the kiss as he felt and heard Ruchi moan into his mouth. Christine giggled. She had been game to take this further but pulled her mouth off her Latin paramour's cock once he suggested she let his equally older friends join in; this left a thick line of saliva connecting his cock and her mouth before it snapped and splattered on her face and breasts. Christine just kept laughing at him. This guy had had a drunk, game, and hot co-ed go down on him. In public. And he pushed his luck. Even while blitzed that set off alarms and lost her interest. Telling her friends she was going to make herself a real drink and hoped she would find a real man when she returned, Christine sauntered into the kitchen and poured herself a mixture of soda, vodka and Jack. She sipped it at first, walking back out into the crowd, looking around for Matt. Christine chugged most of it by the time she reached the back door. She knocked on it at first, drunk and confused about what to do. Finally, she just embraced uncertainty, opened the door, and stepped outside. She beamed, spotting her big brother. "Maaaaattt! There you arrrree!" Hearing the door open, Matt pulled back from the kiss and very reluctantly released Ruchi's now heaving breasts. He could tell Christine was drunk by the way she acting and he was sure Ruchi could too. "Yup here I am," he sighed. "Hiii!" Giggling, Christine rudely planted herself between her big brother and Ruchi, spilling some of her drink on Ruchi's breasts and some on the porch. She glanced at Ruchi, looking over her figure defensively as she hugged Matt's waist and rubbed her cheek against his bulge. "Hey slut! It's my brrrfffdaaay! Are you gonna ... are you ... gonna ... fuck my brudda?!" Matt could not believe this was happening. He had got one of the hottest, smartest, and most successful women in their university alone after crushing on her for four years. Now his sister off all people was cock-blocking him. Matt was a furious but mostly at himself You stupid motherfucker, you got a girl hosting a kegger a truckload of alcohol. What the fuck did you think was going to happen? Chrissy was going to hold a motherfucking formal tea party? The front of Ruchi's shirt was soaked and fully displaying her excited nipples. Christine continued to blather on, unaware of what she was saying. "Is your mouf biiiig, slut? Cause Matt's dick is like ... huuugeee." At this, Christine held her hands about sixteen inches apart in front of her scrunched up face. "I've seen him ... seen him in the show-errrr. Fucking. Huuuuge." Ruchi gasped and made good her escape from the awkward scene. "Heeey? Where are youuu goooing," Christine called after her. Sitting up she finished off her drink. "Well, I'm still hereee, big brother." Christine grinned at Matt, happy to be with him. Before this evening's little show in Christine's room, Matt would have been just as shocked as Ruchi to hear Christine discuss his anatomy like that. But it made a weird kind of sense now. Matt looked at his sister, equally aroused and worried. "Okay, little sister, two questions. First, do you really watch me in the shower? Second, how much have you had to drink?" Christine looked up at her brother, smiling from ear to ear. "Maaaybe," she giggled, poking his stomach with her finger. "Just by acciiiideeent. Don't be mad. Youuu know. I think I handled that pretty well. Pretty. Well. I did. I could have ... I could have told her I bounced on it tonight." She flashed a wicked and crooked smile up at him as she said this. "Or that I watched you stroke this to it afterwards," she said as she quickly snaked her hand up the leg of his shorts and grabbed his shaft. Even nearly fall-down-drunk, Christine understood she was touching the object of her fantasies for the first time and groaned. "Mmmm, fuck, you are huuuuuge," she moaned as she began to attempt polish off the few ounces of the soda-vodka-jack mixture left. Matt could not believe his sister was speaking to him like this or fondling him so frankly. He had an especially hard time coming to grips with the fact that Christine had started this leg of the conversation by pouring her drink all over Ruchi and practically hugging his dick in front of her. And his anger over that set of events was now replaced with embarrassment that Christine had watched him gratify himself to her. Desperate for a diversion, he yanked her hand away from his dick, took the cup from her other hand and took a sip of it. "Holy crap that drink is strong. Now I can see why you're so trashed, Chrissy." Christine shrugged and reached to get her drink back. "Well, you weren't theeere to make it," she whined. Leaning over his lap, Christine started to grasp for both her cup and Matt's cock. "It's my birthday ... c'mon, dance with meeee. I wanna dance with my big brotherrr!" Pulling of his grasp Christine got up and start tugging on Matt's hands, trying her best to get him up. Matt kept trying to slow his little sister down and argue his way out of it but it was no use, Christine wanted to dance and there was no stopping her. Matt was never much of a dancer but he figured--or rather hoped--the dance would distract Christine from her recent efforts. She pulled Matt inside the house, happy to get her way. She grabbed another beer on her way into the living room, sipping it as she walked. "I'm fiiine! I'm goood!" She giggled when she tripped on her own feet a few times, the intoxication taking a toll on her coordination. "I'm so fucking wassssteed!" She exclaimed, turning to Matt with a proud smile on her lips. "Yeah you definitely had a few too many, Christine." Matt was glad he didn't know anyone else from the party--perhaps nobody else would recognize Christine was acting this way toward family. Christine offered her beer to Matt's lips. "Just driiink and daaance," she instructed, letting him take the beer. When her hands were free she slipped her arms around his neck, dancing close to him, pressing her hips to his. Matt chugged the rest of the beer hoping to drink away the thoughts that were making him feel uncomfortable. When Christine pressed her hips against his he tried not letting it bother him. Christine swayed to the beat of the music, not worried about what was appropriate or not. She was having a good time and it was all because of her brother. She tightened her arms around his neck a bit, slowly rolling her hips against his as the music changed. She sighed, reveling in how good it felt to rub against him like that. She bit her lip, beginning to feel a tingling between her thighs made all the more sensitive because of how inebriated she was. The rough denim of Matt's jeans rubbing against the soft lace of her underwear made the friction even more exquisite. Matt kept letting Christine dance on him, trying to block out the fact that it was her sister dancing on him. Feeling her grinding against him was starting to get to him again. Christine continued grinding her crotch against her brother's, softly moaning with enjoyment. She leaned in close to his ear, loudly whispering to him so he'd hear over the music. "Matt, you're maaakiing me wet down therreee." Matt froze, unable to respond. She leaned in again, inebriated and impatient. "Maaatt," she sighed against his ear. "Did you hear meee?" She squeezed the back of his neck with her fingers, sticking the tip of her tongue out to caress his ear lobe. Matt closed his eyes and let out a breath as he felt her tongue on his ear. "Yes I heard you. I really shouldn't be making you wet, Chrissy. I'm your brother. I think you might have had too much to drink." Christine lightly shook her head, dismissing his reservations. She was drunk but she clearly didn't care about that. She shivered when Matt let out the tiniest breath of pleasure as she licked the earlobe. She wanted him to loosen up, have fun with her. "You should feel it..." she sighed, teasing him. "Feel how wet you're making me, big brother..." She nodded softly, lightly pecking his earlobe then his neck. "Let's go to the bathroom...orrr upstaiirs, you can there, no one can see." She rubbed his neck, hoping to convince him. "Pleaseee? Don't you wanna make me happy on my birtthdaay?" "I won't tell," Chirssy moaned, pressing her hips into his again, determined. "Come on Matt." When Matt leaned his head down on her shoulder she pecked his neck, then softly started kissing it. "I want you to touch me..." She sighed against her brother's skin, "I want you..." Christine pulled one arm loose from around his neck, slowly sliding her hand down the front of Matt's chest. "I need you to feel how wet you got me, let's go upstairs...let's goooo," she took his hands, turning to lead the way, not letting him stay hesitant for long. She led him straight to her bedroom, which was off-limits to everyone else at the party. Christine pulled her brother into her bedroom, breaking away from him once they were inside. "Shut the door, okay?" she asked, walking toward her bed, waiting for him at the foot of it. She beckoned him once the door was shut, holding her hand out to take his. Leaning in close to Matt, Christine her lips against his. His hand felt so good on her bare flesh. "Touch me," she sighed as she maneuvered his hand toward the inside of her thigh. She pressed her unhindered breasts up against his arm, urging him on. When Matt didn't resist her kiss, Christine slid her hand across his lap, grazing his crotch. Looking in his eyes, Christine saw all of her big brother's reservations were gone--or at least forced to the back of his mind. The sheer excitement of what was about to happen had given her some focus. Christine had 'accidentally' spied on Matt in the shower several times. Tonight, she had watched him him touch himself, working that big fucking cock with large, strong hand. She had admired its size from the hall, watching, yearning, wondering what that dick would feel like inside of her. Christine wanted it so fucking bad--but she also loved to tease men. Big brother was going to have to work for his pussy. Matt started to move his fingers against her panties, breaking Christine's moment of focus and making her squirm. She pushed her legs apart a bit farther, inviting him to explore all he wanted. She reached one of her hands up to gently cup his cheek, pulling him deeper into their kiss. She slowly began to rub him through his pants with her free hand. Feeling her brother's cock begin to harden from her touch, Christine couldn't help but get turned on more. "Mmmh," She moaned into Matt's mouth, continuing to kiss him. She moved both of her hands to the front of his jeans, clumsily working at the button and zipper. Christine sighed, slipping her hand inside her brother's pants, running her fingers along the front of his underwear. She grinned against his lips, feeling how hard he was getting. Hold on, girl, make him work for it. Make him want it so bad he hurts you with it. Giving Matt a soft kiss, Christine pulled back from him. She knelt up on her bed and pushed her panties down to her knees, exposing her young, cherry pussy to him. She smiled, spotting the growing bulge in his boxers. Watching Matt, she reclined on her bed. He can start by pulling off these panties off for me. She half-smiled up at her increasingly frustrated brother, propping herself up on her elbows, curious what he'd do next. "Maaatttt," she cooed. "I'm waaaaiitiing." She tilted her head, teasing. "Don't yoouuu wanna gimme my biiirthdaaay licks? Christine sighed, staring down at her brother as he made his way up between her legs, eventually starting to kiss around her pussy. She lightly gripped at her bedsheets, anticipating the feeling of his tongue against her. "Mmm, please Matt? I've been so goood." As Matt finally gave, in Christine grinned evilly--and then moaned loudly as he started running his tongue up along her wet slit. "Mmmm." She arched her hips a bit toward his face and grabbed him by the back of the hair, driving his face into her pussy. "Unghhh, fuck, yesss. That's it, big brother. Lick your little sisterrr for her birthdaay..." Christine moaned deep in her throat, enjoying the lengths her brother was going to to please her. She wanted more though, she wanted to get closer to his cock. "Mmmm..." she released his hair, instead gripping tightly to his shoulders, arching her back as Matt licked just the right spot. "Fuuuuuck!" She cried, scratching into his shoulders as she reached orgasm, her pussy hot and pulsing hard against his mouth.Panting, Christine fell back on her bed, writhing against her sheets. That was amazing. Her big brother was leaning over her, her juices on his lips as she looked up at him. "I'm sooo happy," she sighed, pulling herself up to kneel in front Matt, throwing her arms around his neck. She pulled him down close to her and kissed his lips hard, urging him to lay down on top of her. Christine grinned against his lips, exploring his mouth with her tongue. "Mm," she slowly slid her hand down his chest and abs toward his waist. She wanted to see how hard his cock still was because of her. "Mmm, Maaatt...so harrrd...." Christine sighed when she finally felt her brother's cock, strained against the fabric of his boxers. She slipped her hand inside his boxers, brushing her fingers along his length, excited to feel his bare flesh in her hand. Christine carefully wrapped her fingers around Matt's cock, whispering to him, "What do you need, Maatt? You can tell meee. I'll give it to youu."Christine took Matt's moan as a sign to keep going. She slowly began stroking his cock, tightening her fingers around it, creating more friction for him to enjoy. She could care less what was going on downstairs. As far as she was concerned, this was her party. Christine stroked his cock harder in response to his groan. She turned her face just a bit so she could kiss her brother's neck. At first she just kissed his skin softly, making a moist trail from his jaw to his collarbone with her lips, then she began sucking on his skin too. Giving his cock a little squeeze, Christine started stroking him faster than before. She loved how it felt to slide her hand up and down around her brother's big dick. She glanced down at her hand working him, aroused by how it was all happening. She sucked on his neck, making a dark spot where she'd concentrated her efforts.She grinned, hearing her brother announce he was going to cum. "Oooh, pleeease do it," she urged him on. "Cum on top of me," she sighed against his neck, lightly biting his skin. Christine shivered as Matt exposed her breasts to the air. Her nipples were stiff, just like his cock. She stroked him fast and hard, eager to make him cum . . . and watched in awe as her brother came hard all over her chest and stomach. Getting Ready for a Change Ch. 02 "Ooooh Maaaatt," she purred. "Look what you diiiid." She reached up, releasing his cock once it'd emptied onto her, and rubbed her fingertips around in his cum.Christine smiled at her brother, playfully smearing his cum all over her tits. "You made me so dirrrty."She shut her eyes, content to play with her nipples, keeping them hard with her brother's cum. Christine looked up at her brother, the excitement of the sexual encounter had caused the alcohol to take stronger effect, making her very drowsy. She removed her hands from her breasts and just cuddled up to him for a few minutes, pressing her sticky body to his. "Thank you for playing with me... you're the best." She closed her eyes, slowly drifting. "My birthday's reaaally tomorrow..." She murmured, wiggling into her brother's chest, settling in. "I want my real present then." Getting Ready for a Change Biting her bottom lip, Chrissy barely stifled a groan. She was pleased with herself, hearing the uncomfortable stammer in her brother's voice. "Mmhm," she moved away from him, standing up straight, heading into her bathroom to do her makeup. "Fashion show over." Matt was unbelievably relieved it was over. If it had gone on for much longer, he would have definitely cum in his pants. He got up and went to his room. After her mascara, eyeliner and lip gloss were applied, Chrissy spritzed herself with a little perfume. She checked herself out in the bathroom mirror, confident that she looked 'fuckable.' Guests had started to arrive just as she turned off her bathroom light. Chrissy paused, the memory of how that glorious fucking member of her brother's felt against her mound just a few moments ago and always looked in the shower started to flood her brain. She started down the hallway. Chrissy wanted to see what Matt had gotten himself into since her fashion show. ###