My Sister and the Cowgurl Cantina by Jorunn
Explore the tantalizing tale of “My Sister and the Cowgirl Cantina” by Jorunn, where desire meets adventure in an unforgettable erotic journey. Join the characters as they navigate passion and secrets in a Wild West setting that will leave you breathless. Dive into a world of seduction and intrigue today!
The Dance of the Bull
This is my entry in the Literotica Summer Lovin 2024 contest. I hope you enjoy it.
Put on your Stetson. Put on your boots. Come join Colt and his sexy older sister, MK, at the Cowgurl Cantina, located just off campus at the University of Texas. But beware of the mechanical bull!
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The Cowgurl Cantina
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“If there is anything I can do fer ya, just holler.” The sweet southern drawl of my older sister, MK, still rang in my ears. Mary Kay was going into her senior year at the University of Texas, had been elected a new officer at her sorority, and was heavily involved in campus activities. I was an incoming freshman struggling with the many new changes in my life.
I met up with my sister at 6:00 PM outside my dorm. It was the last Sunday before Fall classes started. I gave her a quick bro-sis kiss and a much longer hug. MK looked good, smelled good, and felt good. My intended major is Communications, and since she knew I had done a little acting in high school, she asked me to help at a sorority event tonight at someplace called the Cowgurl Cantina.
As I walked with her, I complained, “MK, you promised to help me settle in on campus, but I hardly saw you all week. I had to move in myself, find my books, and figure out where everything was. This is one giant campus.”
“Sorry, Squirt. I didn’t know Primary Recruitment Week would take so much of my time. Bid Day was yesterday, and we had the Pin Ceremony this morning. After tonight’s mixer event, things should settle down for a while. I promise. I’ll find a way to make it up to you.”
I wasn’t fond of her nickname for me, but whining wouldn’t make her change. My sister is five foot ten with an athletic frame, while I am stuck at five foot six. She has called me Squirt for years, and I gave up hope of ever catching up to her. Despite our age and gender differences, we have always been close. She is a mentor to me, and we try to call each other every week.
She had dressed like a cowgirl, with a Stetson covering her long flowing blonde locks, tight-fitting T-shirt, short colorful cowgirl skirt, and of course, cowgirl boots. I was dressed like a typical UT freshman on a hot August Day, with a T-shirt, baggy shorts, and sandals. Hot, Hazy, and Humid. I could feel the sweat running down my back.
One block off campus, we approached what looked like a typical honky-tonk from the outside, except there were no pickup trucks parked out front. In fact, they didn’t even have a parking lot. This was a college bar, for students willing to walk off campus to let their hair down and kick up their heels. Judging by the name, it catered to female students.
We passed clusters of young women waiting outside, chatting while they stood beneath shade trees. A sign read, “Closed for Special Event”. My sister and I approached the door and two female doormen opened it to let us in.
As we passed a table my sister pointed and said, “I’ll be sitting at this table to check IDs.” In front of the table was a guest chair, and “Check-In Here First” on a sign. On top of the table was a large cowboy hat, nametags, pens, and a clipboard with papers. My sister wanted to re-create the Sorting Hat from Harry Potter but with a Western theme. “As I told you last night, I’m going to collect names and contact information, ask the candidates a few questions, and then, depending on their answers, refer them to one of the sorority sisters inside.”
She wanted me to be the voice of the cowboy hat, sitting in a quiet, concealed location next to the bar. My sister would give me a hand signal, then, using my best western drawl, I would announce who the new member should go see. My sister would have her cell phone under the hat set to speaker.
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Lookin’ Good in Pink
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We kept going and came to two sorority members, with four piles of pink T-shirts behind them. “Hi, Janet. Hi, Kate,” said my sister.
“Welcome back, Mary Kay,” said Kate.
After exchanging quick hugs, my sister introduced me. “This is Colt. He’s a froshling Communications major and has agreed to help us out tonight.”
“Let me get you a T-shirt, Mary Kay,” said Janet. “It looks like you need a large.”
“Thanks,” said my sister. I don’t know much about women’s sizes, but at five foot ten, and possessing a fit, athletic frame, large seemed appropriate. I watched my sister’s hands grab the bottom of the T-shirt she was wearing and begin lifting. I quickly turned away.
“Relax, Squirt, I’m wearing an athletic sports bra. I wear one every time I go out running. As my breasts got larger, they needed more support, otherwise, the nipples move around too much and get chafed and tender.”
MK was doing this to purposely embarrass me. I glanced back and saw the stretchy fabric of her size 34C bra struggle to contain her well-rounded breasts. My sister slipped on a sleeveless pink T-shirt, revealing the stylized name of their sorority. I also noticed how hot my sister looked in pink.
Janet looked at my sister, “Do you want a T-shirt for Squirt?”
“Good idea,” replied my sister.
Janet looked at me, “I think a small will work for you.” As she turned around to grab a T-shirt from a different pile, I frowned at her use of the nickname my sister had given me. It was not a name I wanted to spread around campus. Janet handed me the T-shirt. I held it up for size and saw it had a tapered cut.
Janet must have noticed my hesitation, “It’s a woman’s cut, of course. A little larger around the bust line, then narrow at the waist. It should fit you really well.”
Following my sister’s lead, I removed my T-shirt. It took me a moment to realize I was standing bare-chested in front of three good-looking sorority women. Being a runner, I knew my core was solid, but it came at the expense of skinny arms and legs. I quickly slipped on the pink T-shirt which fit me perfectly.
“Nice,” said Kate, though I wondered if her attention was solely on the fabric. Still, it felt good to be ogled by an upperclassman.
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Getting into Position
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My sister said, “OK, Squirt. Let’s get you into position.” She pointed to the end of the bar. “Go sit behind that curtain. Leave it open a crack and you should be able to see my hand signals.”
“Got it!” I replied.
I entered the main part of the cantina and saw the long wooden bar with different beer taps. At each end of the bar was a stool fashioned from a real saddle. Behind the bar were bottles of hard liquor, and behind those was a large mirror. There were the usual lit-up beer signs scattered around, and a naked cowboy done in neon. As the lights flashed, his cock slowly rose and fell. Towards the back was a stage where a band was set up. Painted on the wall behind the stage was the name “Cowgurl Cantina” and a logo. Next to the stage, I saw a mechanical bull surrounded by a wooden railing. In the center of the bar was a large wooden dance floor, and around the outer walls were tables and chairs. Various women clad in pink T-shirts were busy setting things up.
Arriving at my perch, I watched my sister put her cell phone adjacent to the hat. I called her number but got a Not in Service message. Walking back to my sister’s table, I tried again and got the same message. I said, “This isn’t going to work, MK. I can’t connect to your phone. The steel roof and ductwork must be blocking the signal.”
“Damn!” she muttered under her breath. MK looked around as if hoping for an alternative. “They’re going to open the doors in a few minutes. Quick, Squirt, get under the table. Your voice will still sound like it’s coming from the cowboy hat.”
“What?” I yelped. “People will see me!”
“Get under there. The tablecloth goes all the way to the floor. No one will see you. Just scrunch up.”
I promised my sister I would do this hat thing for her. Although the plan had changed, I reluctantly agreed. Lifting the tablecloth, I crawled beneath it. Entering the translucent semi-darkness, I saw my sister’s legs. Then the smell hit me. Leather cowgirl boots! You ain’t been brung up right if you don’t love the scent of leather when you walk into a boot store. And there is nothing sexier on a cowgirl’s feet than a good pair of boots!
MK whispered, “Get between my legs and stay quiet.” She spread her legs slightly. My eyes followed her thighs inward and I saw her red lace panties. I stared. I had to. I have always had a crush on my big sister and missed her these last 3 years. A cacophony of excited voices erupted as the doors opened, accompanied by approaching footsteps.
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Who’s First
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“Single line, ladies!” yelled my sister. “Who’s the first cowgirl.”
I spun around to face the front of the table, sat down between my sister’s legs, and pulled my knees against me. Then I nestled the back of my head between my sister’s lean thighs. The guest chair scraped softly across the wooden floor and a pair of brand-new cowgirl boots appeared under the table. Two shapely well-tanned legs, spread slightly apart, rose above them. I stared into the sexy darkness, right at my eye level, but could see little.
I heard the shuffling of papers on the table above me and my sister requested to see an ID. My sister had told me this is an 18+ bar. Anyone between 18 and 21 could enter, but would not be served alcohol. All the seventy-nine new members coming tonight were over eighteen, so there shouldn’t be any problems.
“There’s a taco bar in the back. The bartenders will serve you soft drinks or juices, and if you want to drink beer, you can ask for a flight of four good non-alcoholic beers.”
Every new member was thoroughly screened for Primary Recruitment by the sorority, still, my sister asked them a few questions anyway. Things wrapped up quickly with this first new member, but I couldn’t see my sister’s hand signal. Instead, she squeezed my head between her thighs two times. Using my best fake Western drawl, I broadcasted, “Y’all best be moseying on over to Barbara Boggs!”
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