Camelot (My Little Slut)_(0) by MochaBrownGuy

Growing up I always played soccer. I was always amongst the smallest kids in my class so it was my only real choice at a sport without getting killed by the other kids.  It wasn’t until junior year in high school that I finally hit a growth spur and caught up to the rest of my peers. I was 5’9 by then and finally found out what a weight room was. I went from 115 pounds to a solid 150 in a matter of a year and felt pretty confident about myself.

Despite being a soccer player, I was amongst the popular kids in school and had a good group of friends. Soccer season started and the same ritual of picking on freshman began. We picked on them like it was our job. Amongst them was a kid called Cache. He was quirky and uncoordinated and didn’t fit in at all. He had just moved from Indiana so he didn’t have friends like the rest of the freshman and for some reason that made me feel bad. A friend and I were going out to lunch one day when we spotted him eating alone. Now, if you knew me, you’d know I was an asshole and wouldn’t usually do this, especially since he was a freshman but I decided to invite him out with us. To my surprise, he was pretty cool, he was funny, in fact, probably one of the funniest kids Id ever met. Not on purpose though, just his mannerisms and way of speaking made me laugh. After that day, I brought him under my wing.

I was an upperclassman and he was a freshman so he was delighted to be invited to all the parties that he normally would never be invited to. His name was Cache, but he quickly gained fame with the upperclassmen as Cash Money Millionaire. He was like a leach to me. Everywhere I went, he went. We had been hanging out for an entire semester when he suggested that I should go over to his house some day and play some video games. For some reason, this had never happened. It was always me that took him places, and my house we would hang out at. I agreed, despite being a little scared to meet his parents considering he wasn’t the most normal cookie in the jar.

I went over and was relieved to find out that they were quite normal. His father was the type of guy to crack a joke at every opportunity although they were never funny. He was missing half of his index finger from some work accident so he loved to say things were 3 and a HALF and such and would show his finger.

His mother was a sweetheart. The nicest lady id ever met and not bad looking at all. She was tall, about 5’10 with a very slender figure. Not much of a butt or tits but she was cute.

“Well what are you boys doing tonight”, his mother asked us.

Just staying up late playing video games, we responded.  Cache had a large house with his and his sisters bedroom upstairs and his parents room in the lower lever. There was also an office room on the lower level where he had his video games set up along with a nice large couch for playing. We began to play games, Halo was our game of choice, until late into the afternoon. It was about 10 pm when I heard the front door open.

His younger sister was home from a friends house.

He had told me he had a younger sister but besides that, he had never said anything about her. She was two year younger than him.

We were in the middle of an intense game when she barged into the office,

“Whats up Cache, who’s your friend” she asked.

Cache immediately annoyed, snidely responded to her, “Don’t worry about it, leave us alone”.

Despite his aggression, I introduced myself politely as I glanced over at her. She was perky and cute. Tall for her age, taking after her mother, she stood about 5’6, built the same as her mother, slender without much tits and with a cute little butt and nice long dirty blonde hair.

“Nice to meet you”, she responded, “and go Fuck yourself Cache”

she added before she left towards the living room.

I laughed my ass off at this, she was snide and clearly not as angelic as her mother. Cache and her seemed to have a typical brother sister relationship where he wanted nothing to do with her, and she enjoyed poking at him to annoy him even more. 

As time went on we spent more and more time over at his house. I had really got into playing video games and I didn’t have any myself so I went over to his house to play whenever I could. His father traveled for work a lot and was almost never home, and his mother, a school teacher was usually in bed pretty early so we could basically do whatever we wanted.

Being teenagers, we loved to drink. My parents owned a restaurant that also had a full bar so it was really easy for me to get alcohol. I would steal a bottle or some beers in my backpack and would bring them over to his house and we would get drunk and play video games all night. Cami, his younger sister was always in the living room and would linger into the office and watch us play from time to time. Cache eventually got accustomed to her spending some time with us and didn’t make as big a fuzz about it as he would in the beginning. Besides, she knew we were drinking and had threatened to tell her parents if he didn’t et her stay up late with us.

Being that it was late, she was always only wearing pajamas. At first, she wore sweatpants and long hanging teach shirts but as time went on her wardrobe started to change. She began to wear cute little pajama shorts that were just short enough to show the bottom part of her ass as she walked.

They looked amazing on her, especially with her long tanned legs. On top, she would wear little tank tops, many times without a bra, making her teenage nipples poke through on colder nights.

Despite my constant glances at her when she would spend time with us, I still always viewed her as my best friends little sister and never had any ill intentions with her.

One night while we were drinking, Cache went to the restroom and Cami took a bottle of Smirnoff pomegranate vodka I had brought over and took a big chug of it before her brother returned. “Shh”, she signaled me. She knew her brother would flip if he saw her drinking. I had mixed feelings about it, on one hand I felt a little bad that I was providing alcohol to her, but at the same time, I really enjoyed their sibling rivalry, and enjoyed her small victories against her brother.  She loved pissing him off and it was very entertaining to me so I did what I could to encourage her from time to time.

I never really thought about why she liked spending so much time with us, I mainly always thought it was just to annoy her brother until one night, that all changed.

We had planned to have a poker night over at his house. Me, and two other friends were going. I had started to get the feeling that Cami was a little flirty with me and I told one of my friends to keep an eye out for it to see if he agreed as well.

I had brought over about 30 beers that night, which seemed like more than enough to get us all drunk at the time. The night began and his sister was nowhere to be seen. We played some video games at first then decided we would start our poker night. For some odd reason we had been watching it on Tv and thought it would be fun to play some. We set up in his dining room table, each with a beer in hand. It was late, approaching midnight by this time when Cami came home again.

It was surprising to me how late her parents would let he stay out, but as I mentioned, they weren’t around all that much and were pretty Lax to begin with. I immediately sensed how annoyed Cache got that she was home, especially since there were more of us over that night. He told her to go to sleep and leave us alone.

Being the person that she was however, she didn’t give a shit what he said.

She went upstairs to change, again into her skimpy little pajamas and came right back downstairs to join us. This time, she was feeling extra confident and went straight for our beer. She cracked one open and took a seat next to me.

Cache flipped his shit. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing!” He exclaimed.

She again reminded him that he’s not allowed to drink either and that if he could, she could too. He left the decision to me, since I had brought the beer and I simply shrugged if off.

“There is plenty for all of us” I replied.

“Quit your crying now”, she told him, “I’m only going to watch, you guys can play”.

The game went on and we were almost done with the beers, all of us with a decent buzz. All except Cami. She had only drank the one beer, not trying to piss her brother off too much I assumed.

We were in the middle of a big hand near the end of the game, we were all a bit tired of playing so we were playing more risky than one usually would. Going all in with a small pair just to get the game over with. Everyone was focused on their cards, there was a big pot in the middle and apparently this was the chance Cami had waited so long for.

Without notice, I felt a hand under the table reach and grab on to my upper thigh. It caught me off guard but I didn’t overly react to it. I turn to look at Cami and she had the best poker face in the room. Not even a smirk on it. She proceeds to push the boundary and places her hand directly over my cock. Despite the shock of the situation, my cock immediately begins to swell. She begins to rub my cock, sliding her hands from side to side making me even harder. I sense my face turning red and my body begin to quiver from the sheer excitement of what is happening underneath this table. I freak out and stand up and quickly turn so they wouldn’t notice the growth in my pants and head straight to the bathroom.

There is a long hallway and the bathroom is at the very end. I lock the door and stare at myself in the mirror while catching my breath from the excitement. A million thoughts go through my mind. I sensed she was a bit flirty with me and I certainly thought she was cute but I never imagined her making a move towards my cock like that. I composed myself. I decided that I couldn’t make a move for my sanity’s sake, she was my best friends sister after all. Once I had convinced myself of this, I flushed the toilet and stepped out of the bathroom.