My Sister and Her Friends – Chapter 10

Incest story: My Sister and Her Friends – Chapter 10

by Mojavejoe420

We’re both looking in the mirror as I take her from behind. I’m fucking her like a wild animal. Her gorgeous tits are trembling and swaying from the abuse her cunt is taking.

I reach around and squeeze her tits hard. Fucking hard. She whimpers a bit.

“Kids!” yells Mom from out in the hall. “You’re gonna be late!”

“ooof… OK Mom! Just drying my hair now!”

She fumbles for and almost drops the blow dryer. I grab it and start to blow her hair, never breaking stride.

In a few moments, I give her the dryer as I feel my orgasm approaching. That’s such a lovely thing, when that approaches. When the cum starts coming. And then it arrives… yes… yes… fuck yes… fuck yeah…. take it all bitch… take it… take all my cum inside you… we stare at each other in the mirror…

I look at my watch. We’ve got like 12 minutes.

“Vick, you can rub one out in the car but we’ve gotta go NOW!”

– – –

We get to school, her hair still a bit damp and I forgot to shave. Whatever, it’s college, nobody really gives a crap.

I get to my first class. Psych 101. Mostly freshies like me, but there’s a few upper class folks in there. Everyone is standing around outside because the door is locked, the prof isn’t here yet.

One of the guys says “Whoa” in that way that guys do when they see a hot babe. I turn to look. It’s Vanessa of the large chest. Vanessa who I finger fucked 3 days ago. Vanessa who sucked my jizz down her throat, twice. Vanessa of whose tits and ass I spanked pretty fucking hard. Yeah, THAT Vanessa.

She’s got on a tight red sweater and some kind of capri pants, although it’s too chilly for those. Most of the girls here are in sweats or other dumpy clothes, Vanessa really stands out. She has this big smile on her face and heads right towards me. She does that kind of excitable thing chicks do when they see someone; run a little bit, squeal a little bit, puts her arms out and says “Davey” just a bit too loud.

She hugs me on full, her chest pressed up against. I have no choice but to drop my backpack and return the hug, good and firm. My right hand on her ass cheek… squeezing.

“You need to call me, my friend!” she says, lasciviously. “How was the rest of the weekend??” She kisses me full on the mouth. Not a peck, but a serious smooch of a couple seconds. She walks away as me and I think everyone else watches her hips do the hippy-hippy-shake. Fucking poetry in motion.

I sigh, pick up my backpack, and then I realize something; everyone is just staring at me. I know they are all thinking, ‘What was that? Why is she like that… with HIM?’ They all seem to want some kind of explanation.

“We uh… went… uh… out…” I didn’t want to say more than I should. Don’t want people to think Vanessa is easy. Although, I’m probably too late for that.

After class, this upper class dude, Tom, tells everyone that his frat is having a Halloween costume party this Saturday and that we all should come. Nobody can get in without a real costume, though. No T-shirt that says ‘This is my costume’. He then specifically looks at me and says, “Make sure you come by, dude. Bring your sister… and her friends…”

Hmmm. Cool to be invited to the only cool frat on campus, but I don’t really like the idea of bringing my sister, Vanessa, and Michele to the wolves, ya know?

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The rest of the week goes by in a spermy blur; homework, hard-on, homework, hand-job, homework, hand lotion, lather, rinse, repeat.

Mom seems a little suspicious. She’s also not drinking, which sucks. Vickie and I don’t try anything other than a quick morning jerk. But, that’s every day and that’s fucking cool.

Called Vanessa that day she came by, Mom picked up the phone right in the middle of a fairly hot discussion but I got Vanessa to stop talking before Mom could hear anything. I think. I hope. Anyway, Vanessa wanted to congratulate me on the loss of my actual virginity. She also was very excited that there are no more rules concerning my behavior, I’m fair game. She promised to see me at the Halloween party, and said I just might, perhaps, enjoy her costume.

Today, Friday, sucked big time. Vickie had been skipping some classes on Friday so we could knock some sperms out of my cock, but she couldn’t skip today’s lecture.

I’ve been trying to figure out what to do with Michele. She is… the nicest, sweetest, and also the prettiest, sexiest girl, woman, babe, I’ve ever met. We had a special time in the library last week when she helped me with some cunnilingus questions I had. I actually fingered her in the library; it was fucking hot, I shit you not. But now I’m not sure what to do. She lives at home, has a job at nights… she is coming to the party, so I’ll see her then.

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Saturday, I’m getting ready for the Halloween party by myself. Victoria and the girls are doing something together so I’m on my own. I’m doing an Indiana Jones thing. Had an old hat, have a leather jacket, using one of Mom’s old purses as my satchel from her 60’s hippie days. Vanessa had a whip that she let me borrow. Yeah, I know. She just has a whip. Put some of Mom’s eyeliner on my cheeks and chin and smeared it in to look like dart and voila, I’m Indiana Jones. But skinnier. And I don’t know shit about archaeology.

I’m just about to leave when Mom wants to talk for a minute. She started on the wine again this afternoon. One bottle is almost finished.

“Davey,” she starts. I hate that… ‘Davey’. The only grown-up Davey I know was from the Monkees and he was like 5-1. I want to be David or Dave but she never hears me when I say that.

“Son… do you have… ‘protection’?”

“Mom! Jeez! Don’t worry, I got it under control” Actually, I didn’t have any. Vickie told me that she and her friends were all on the pill so we were free and clear to ride bareback.

“Well, have you ever used one?”

I give her a glaring look…

“They can be tricky, you know. I don’t want you to get nervous and then not use one. A lot of girls are whores and will try and get pregnant.”

“Mom…”

“Davey, you’re a hot looking boy and I’m just looking out for you. You should practice first. That’s all I’m saying. And… I know… I mean… I know how they go on and stuff if you need any help I could…”

You’ve gotta be shitting me…

I respond very sharply. “Nope, got it. Thanks. Bye. Might stay overnight somewhere.” And I flee out of there. I mean… I know lots of guys think about that. But my mom, isn’t very nice. She isn’t nice looking, either. She doesn’t have an ounce of sex appeal. The thought of… doing anything with her turns my stomach…

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Now, the cool thing about Halloween, is that it is some kind of license for chicks to get slutty. And I mean with a Capital ‘S’! And that is a nice thing. I wish we had Halloween every weekend.

I drop by Chad’s at his dorm room as it’s too early to go to the party. I bring a 12-pack (Vickie buys them for me) so they’re glad to see me. We spark up a rather scrawny little number, but it does the job. Chicks drop by for us to check out their outfits and such. Nurses seem to be the the dominating fashion this fall… Nasty nurses with fishnet stockings, vampire nurses with fishnet stockings, zombie nurses with torn fishnet stockings. I think maybe I should go into the fishnet stocking business… at least this time of year.

Of course, word has gotten around about Vanessa and her smooching me in the hallway. The men all want to know the story.

“No story, dudes!” They throw shit at me and hit me a little bit.

“No, really! She’s a friend of my sister’s and… well… she’s just trying to make me look good at school here…”

They aren’t buying it, much. Then they start talking about some other ‘Wendy’ chick who’s making the rounds through the guys and I’m quickly forgotten. Phew!

We finally make our way to the frat. It’s pretty much an open party. Five bucks and you’re in. Slutty chicks are free. It’s mobbed. And people keep coming in. The party is limited to the downstairs, gotta be a frat boy to get upstairs, I guess.

I’m partying pretty hard, dancing with random chicks, drinking beer, whooping it up… but no sign of my girls. This one chick comes up to me in a leopard or cheetah outfit, complete with some mask that covers her eyes. Of, course, she’s showing some nice cleavage, too. It’s nice to see a non-nurse chick! She wants to dance and we kind of dirty dance for a couple songs. It’s so loud we can’t talk, I don’t know who she is yet, but I’ve got a semi going and she knows it. We go outside, where she takes her mask off. It’s Jennifer, a girl in two of my classes, including my Psych class. She’s always seemed a bit plain, but tonight she looks very hot.

“So, David, are you free tonight?”

“Mmmm, not sure just yet… how about you?”

“I’m taken, by you. That chick on Monday? Outside the class? I want whatever it is you gave her.”

Man, nothing like having a hot chick kiss you at school to boost your rep.

“Sweetheart… I uh, I didn’t take her out to a nice dinner or anything.”

“I’m not hungry… for food…”

“We didn’t even go out for a movie…”

“I just want to be where you’re going to be.” With that, she pulls me close and starts kissing me and full-body grinding me. My cock springs to full-johnson mode. It does that when breasts are pressed up against me.

“You gave her that,” says Jennifer, meaning my cock.

“It was more than that… it ain’t kid’s stuff, sweetheart.”

I slap her on the ass, hard.

She gives a quick “Ooohh!!” and then a “Me-fucking-ow.” She’s a cat, get it? Meow? Well you had to be there, it was hot.

Suddenly, there’s lots of screaming and catcalls coming from inside. I think I hear some familiar voices after that.

We go in, Jennifer’s holding my hand. Sure enough, my ladies have arrived, and in full regalia.

Vanessa of the humongous chest is dressed in a devil’s outfit. Kind of this hot red, multi-layer flap thing that kind of looks like flames. She’s got an unbelievably low cut neckline, her breastesses are hardly contained. She’s got horns in her hair and a trident to complete the outfit.