Stuck At A Bachelorette Party

-This is my first story, so please be kind. My first draft was pretty long so I decided to cut it to a reasonable length. There's more to the story if people are interested.

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The drive was a bitter slog through one of the worst Spring squalls anyone could remember. It was a vision of hell with palm fronds strewn across the freeway, wind gusts pushing the car back and forth, and too many cars spun off to the side of the road. Ethan did his best to take it all in stride as we peered through his rain-smeared windshield. Why hadn't he changed his wiper blades last week like he meant to? On top of that, the power was out most of the way, so street lights were off, most gas stations were closed, and Ethan's cell phone had no signal. The trip home was 4 hours of white-knuckling the steering wheel while hoping he could get there before his gas gauge dropped to zero.

Relieved at being nearly home, Ethan took the exit to his parents' house and saw lights from the corner 76 station. He pulled up to the nearest pump and freed his hands from the wheel to stretch them. His quick dash into the mini mart was enough to half-soak him, and he grabbed a soda and a shittty sandwich to add to his gas purchase.

Slumping into his driver's seat while the tank filled, he took a bite of sandwich --which was somehow both too dry AND too wet-- and pulled his cell out of his pocket to see notifications scrolling endlessly from the past four hours. His dad texted to see where he was. His sister asked if he was going to be coming to the family dinner. Six voicemails from his mother asking if he was okay. And countless others from family and friends, first organizing details for the weekend, then degenerating into worried or angry messages asking where he was. It made sense. He would have been home in under two hours if not for the storm.

Ethan sent a quick message to his father, mother, and younger sister that read: "Just got signal. worst drive ever. I'm going straight to the house to sleep. please tell everyone else what happened." With that, he ventured back into the rain to replace the pump handle and drove the last 2 miles to his parents' house. Once there, he left his bags in the car and took only the barest minute to use the bathroom and hang his wet clothes on a chair before sliding into the bed of his childhood room and dropping into a deep sleep.

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"What the fuck are you doing here!?", was the next thing he heard, as he woke with his sister in his face leaning over his bed. As he muttered "Wha," she tore into him in a slow, mocking voice; "YOU aren't supposed to be here tonight. The BRIDAL party is staying here, and YOU are supposed to be in Uncle Mike's spare room on the other side of town. You would KNOW that if you READ my emails or texts."

Ethan responded sleepily, "I'm sorry Elly. The drive back through the squall was terrible and I didn't have cell signal most of the way. I'm exhausted and just need to rest. Can I just sleep in my own bed?"

"First of all, nobody calls me Elly you little shit. But I also heard about the storm and I'm glad you're okay, even if you did miss the goddamned family dinner. If you want rest, you're in the wrong place, though. We're not just sleeping here, this is also where I'm having my bachelorette party and it won't be quiet. Plus we want some privacy, so you have. To. Go."

"Look," Ethan muttered. "I'm spent. I can sleep through anything right now. Just let me crash and I'll stay out of everyone's way - you won't even know I'm here."

"Shit," She said. "Okay. Just stay here, but stay out of our way. I don't want to hear a word from you. Not a fucking peep and not one foot out of this room."

"Love you, Elizabeth. Thanks."

"Yeah fuck off. Get some sleep. And not a peep."

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Ethan dropped off into hazy slumber, dimly aware of women's voices shouting and laughing from the other side of the house over the next few hours. Music played, bass thumped, but Ethan slept through it all.

Suddenly, another woman was in Ethan's face. He was ready to shove Elly away to keep sleeping, but his bleary eyes slowly registered her best friend Anna instead. Anna held a quieting finger to his lips as he slowly took in his surroundings. Music still blasted in the other room. He could now hear male voices mixed with the partying women. Anna's face was hard to read by the pale nightlight, but he could see that she had vamped herself up in too much makeup. Her eyes drooped slightly and novelty pink dick earrings hung from her ears. She shushed him and held her quieting finger across her lips longer than was comfortable. Who does that to someone sleeping, anyway? He could feel her hand move as her body swayed slightly and he was pretty sure she was drunk.

Anna began to whisper too loudly and lightly off kilter -- yup, she was definitely drunk. "Shhhh." She said, "We have to be quiet. Nobody can know and this has to be our little secret. I'm going to let my finger off your mouth and you have to promise."

As she lifted her finger, Ethan let out a quiet "Wha" before she pushed her palm over his mouth.

"No, I said you have to promise. No questions, no comments, not ifs ands or butts."

She started to lift her hand again, but reconsidered and pushed it back over Ethan's mouth.

"Oh, wait. You don't know what you're promising. I get it. Feel this." Anna fumbled under the covers for Ethan's hand and pulled it towards her. He resisted out of general confusion, and was shocked when she pushed it up under her skirt and against her panties. Ethan moved awkwardly in surprise, but he could feel damp heat even in his sleepy haze. He began to move his hand naturally to touch her the way you would when a lover wakes you, but she pulled him back.

"You see. The strippers are here and they are waaaaayyyy too hot. They're chiseled, and tanned, and grinding all over us." Her voice had a drunk determination, and she laid out her inebriate logic. "They're also gross fuckboys, and the thing is that I can never be with a guy like that. I'm so fucking turned on, but I could never fuck a stripper. Even if I could, I definitely wouldn't do it in front of my friends. And then I remembered. Ethan is here. I know you've always had a crush on me. I mean, I saw the way you always looked at me when we were growing up. It was cute, having my friend's younger brother want me." Anna used her hand to push her breasts up in a way that was more comical than sexy, but drew Ethan's attention to her tight green dress and ample cleavage. Ethan thought again about the feel of her wet panties and his cock bolted upright.

"Come on. This is our one chance. I'm married now, and you're here, and anything goes at a bachelorette party. You're 22 and I'm almost 30, so it's not so weird now. Just promise, and we can both get something we want."

Anna stared lustily at Ethan for a moment, but her expression slowly changed to impatience when he didn't answer. Ethan pointed to her hand, still cupping his mouth, and she pulled it away as a blush bloomed on her cheeks. He began to speak, then paused. He took a moment to look her over in her short, tight dress. He soaked up her slim curves, curly hair, and those earrings shaped like cocks. Was this just a dream? If it is, why hold back?

He nodded, then whispered, "Okay, I promise, but you have to take off those ridiculous earrings."

Anna reached up to feel her ears and laughed. "I forgot I even had these on. I guess I don't need them anymore if you're offering me a better alternative." Before Ethan could even decide what to do, Anna dropped her earrings on the bedside table and was on him. She pulled back the covers and slid his underwear down from his hips. He raised his ass off the bed to help her, even as he thought that this was all happening too quickly. Then Anna pulled her dress over her head in one quick motion. It wasn't a sexy maneuver, she was clearly in a hurry, and yet Ethan gulped at the sight of her body. Anna wore a lacy bra that pushed her pert breasts into ample cleavage. Her stomach held the tone of a suburban yoga wife and her slim waist spread into a firm, tight ass. Ethan could see the wet patch clearlyl on her silky panties now, and the smell of pussy flooded over him now that her dress was off. She had overdone her makeup for the bachelorette party, but she was still beautiful. Her eyes were intense and ravenous.

Anna began to reach for Ethan's cock but he stopped her. "If we're going to do this, let's do it right." he said as he stood and leaned towards her. His dick swayed as he stood and slapped against her stomach as he reached his hands around to remove her bra. Her perfect breasts relaxed from their pushed-up position but settled with a perky bounce. Ethan dropped her bra to the ground as he leaned in to kiss her.

"You always were a fucking idiot," Anna said. "This isn't romance, this is fucking. I'm already wet as fuck and you're hard as a rock. Your sister will miss me soon, so we need to do this." With that, she pushed Ethan back on the bed and dropped her panties. Kicking off her shoes, she straddled him and eased his cock into her pussy. Ethan felt the velvety smoothness encompass him as she pulled him in. Anna was the perfect amount of wet; her pussy was warm, inviting and easy to enter, but Ethan could still feel the beautiful resistance of her canal opening up as he entered ever deeper.

Anna rolled her eyes back and purred, "Oh yes, this is just what I needed. Fuck yes." She kept her voice to a whisper, although Ethan doubted the other women could hear anything over the music in the other room.

Anna began to move up and down while she rolled her hips, drawing Ethan cock to the last inch of her opening before dropping back down again. Her taut abs and toned thighs rippled pleasantly as she moved. "Holy shit. This is what I needed. This is what I needed. I had a feeling you had a nice cock and I'm going to use you as my personal dildo tonight. I'm going to use you and leave you wanting more, and you're going to love every minute of it."

Her pace increased. She grabbed Ethan's hands and put one on her breast and the other on her waist. Ethan began to match her pace with his hips and he adjusted his left hand so he could pinch her nipple between his fingers as he continued to squeeze her breast. His right hand pushed her up and down more forcefully to reinforce their rhythm. They were animals fucking in the night.

Ethan slid his hand off Anna's waist, sticking his thumb into her mouth. Her eyes were still closed, likely fantasizing about the strippers in the other room. She bit down on his thumb --a bit too hard, really-- and opened her eyes to meet his stare. He used his hand to grip her cheek, a sensual but commanding gesture that forced her to relax her jaw and focus on him. Ethan ran his thumb across her tongue and she gave it a gentle suck as he pulled it out. Lowering his hand to her thigh, he flicked his spit lubricated thumb across her clit, drawing a small gasp and a hitch in her grinding. Anna leaned back to give him better access while also slowing her thrusting hips. Her eyes were locked on his now as she used slow, purposeful movements to get herself off while Ethan stimulated her throbbing clit. Ethan took in the view of his cock pushing in and out of Anna's wet pussy, of her engorged clit as he rubbed with his thumb, of the toned muscles of her inner thighs as she worked herself up and down.

A few moments later, her body began to tense, her muscles tightened, and her back and neck grew rigid. Then her body began to shake as she continued her slow grinding. Ethan struggled to keep his thumb on her clit as her movements became erratic. She pulled his left hand up to her throat. Anna's body drew itself up into a shaking rigidity as waves of orgasm flowed over her body. Finally, she stopped moving altogether, although Ethan could still feel the muscles of her pussy spasming around his cock. As the final throws of orgasmic pleasure racked Anna's body, she pulled Ethan's hand up to her mouth and bit into his palm to stifle her scream. Then she lowered herself to the root of his cock and looked at him for a moment, as if considering him in a passing, sober moment. Ethan thought he could read surprise in her expression, and he thought she might have been shocked that her friend's younger brother could make her feel so good.

It was over in a moment, though, as her face changed. With the rapid emotional shift seen only in small children and the drunk, Anna's face grew hungry again. She drunkenly slurred, "I want your cum. I want your cum in me. Give it to me." She began to move again, faster now as if to finish him off quickly. Upon seeing the look in his eyes, she added, "Don't worry, I'm on the pill."

Anna leaned forward and kissed Ethan deeply as she rode. She began to whimper, "Oh yes, Oh yes. Oh yes. Give it to me. I want it. Give it to me."

The words were stupid and drunken, but also amazingly sexy coming from this beautiful, married woman he had coveted his whole life. Anna pushed her tits into Ethan's face, then began to do kegels in time with her strokes rhythmically. Ethan wanted to enjoy this moment. He tried to hold out just a little bit longer. But he felt the warmth rise in him. His hips began to move on their own under Anna, and he felt his balls contract. Soon his orgasm washed over him as he filled Anna's pussy with spurt after spurt of cum. She cried out, the feel of his massive load pushing her over the limit into another shuddering climax.

"Holy shit." She said. "Holy shit. I think that's the hardest I've ever Felt anyone cum. I swear I could feel every spurt inside me, and they just kept coming." Her voice had faded back into a drunken slur. "Watch this." As she eased herself slowly off of Ethan's cock, trickles and floods of cum oozed out of her pussy and over the root of his cock, his balls, and even this thigh and stomach. Anna reached down and held her hand under her pussy, coming away with a palm full of the thick liquid.

With an impish look, she rubbed the palmful of cum across Ethan's chest before reaching down to fill a second one. Ethan could see that quite a bit had dripped onto the bedroom floor in the meantime, but she still managed to bring back a healthy portion. Anna spread that across Ethan's bare stomach before she went back for more. And then she spread one more palmful all over his torso for good measure.

Ethan felt a mix of emotions. He loved seeing this dirty side of Anna, but also didn't relish having his own cum spread all over his body. It just wasn't his thing. She saw the look in his eyes and realized what he was thinking before saying, "Don't worry, I'm a good girl. I need something in my stomach to offset all those drinks, and you delivered such a big snack for me."

With that, she began licking him clean. Starting with his chest -with special attention paid to the nipples- then working down his stomach to clean around his cock. Finally, she pulled his full length into her mouth to suck off the last remnants of the gooey white liquid. As Ethan began to harden in her mouth, she pulled away, saying, "Oh no. I have to get back, no matter how much more cum you have for me. Plus, if I stay any longer, this won't be our secret anymore."

With that, Anna stood up, licking the last bits of Ethan's cum from her hands and lips. She began to dress, pulling on her bra and dress before reaching down for her panties. "I guess these are ruined. Oh well, it was worth it." Then she tossed them under the bed as she pushed her feet back into her shoes. Still slurring a bit, she put her finger back over Ethan's, wafting a strong smell of his own cum under his nose. "Shhh. Remember, this is our secret. Secret." Then she turned around and walked out of the room without another word.