In part one, Amy gets caught in her bother's room where he drunkenly fucks her thinking she's his girlfriend, Sarah.
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The next weekend, Sarah dumped him and he spent most of the next few weeks sleeping in his room or moping around the house. He stopped drinking, making my constant fantasies of taking advantage of him in his drunken slumber again impossible to realize so I was once again stuck with masturbation.
One night, weeks later, a friend of mine invited me to a party and my brother asked if he could come along. It was the first time since that weekend that he had shown any interest in getting out of the house so I agreed. Besides, I thought, maybe I could get him drunk enough to take advantage of him later.
The party was BIG. More young, vivacious people than I knew there were in our tiny little town. I didn't see much of Jason once we got there, but I knew he was drinking and having a good time. I had been flirting back and forth with a couple of guys who were there together from out of town. My friend had been doing the same with another guy who we went to school with. We were all steadily getting more and more inebriated.
The five of us sat down and decided on a game of spin the bottle. Our little group grew bigger and after an hour of steadily louder and dirtier questions and more risqué silly dares (which involved everything from flashing tits to dry humping in front of the group and were making all of us extremely horny), I was dared to go blindfolded into the closet and to have sex with the next guy to come in, a guy chosen randomly from the group not playing our game. Wow, I thought. I'm not going to need my brother tonight after all. The only rule was that I couldn't say a word to him and had to keep the blindfold on until he was out so that it would be a totally anonymous experience.
Fine with me, as long as I get to come, I thought. So I went into the closet, pulled my panties off from under my skirt, and after what seemed like an eternity (probably only 3 minutes), the door opened and someone stepped in. I put out my hand and felt a hairy, muscular leg and followed it up to firm erection pointing toward me. My pussy was wet almost immediately. As soon as I stood up, he kissed me and began to undo my shirt and bra. I unzipped his pants and pulled them down to his knees. He reached up under my skirt for my panties, only to find I'd already removed them, so instead finger fucked me while we made out heavily. My skirt was quickly hiked up and I sat on his lap, easily slipping his cock into my hot, wet, and ready pussy.
We kissed as our bodies accustomed themselves to each other and found a rhythm to fuck to in the tiny little space of the closet. The fucking was intense and better than it had been with my brother. I was bouncing on his lap and breathing heavily into his ear. The game, the kissing, the expert finger fucking, and now the feeling of this hot, muscular body throbbing under and inside of me quickly brought me around to where I wanted be. I slowed and began to grind my hips into his and gradually felt every muscle in my body begin to tense. I whispered, "I'm coming" and he must have been in the same place because he started coming too. He grunted out "I'm coming too!" as I felt his cock explode inside me. I suddenly stopped and pushed back with my hands flat on his chest. "Jason?!?" I heard myself yell. It was my brother!
"Amy?!" I could hear the tension and fear in his voice.
I yelped as I felt the last of his semen spurting into my pussy. We both fumbled to separate, but the confines of the closet made it a clumsy attempt that only succeeded in putting us both up on our knees and burying his cock deeper inside of me. "My god! Get off me!" he grunted as he pushed me back. This undermined my attempts to stand up and elevated his pelvis so that I was knocked off balance and pushed over on top of him with my knees behind him and feet up in the air. "Amy, stop. We have to cooperate" He whispered.
