My sister Brooke made the f'ockey team at St. Mary's and was really excited about it. This has been a dream of her's for a couple of years. She was now in the shower of the hotel room we shared. We had just left the tryouts, and she wanted to shower before we got something to eat.
The guys from a frat house invited the team and the new girls to a frat party, and Brooke wanted to go. I had reservations about it, but I didn't want to spoil her fun.
While waiting on her to finish up, I logged on to my lap top and googled the address on the flyer, and discovered it was just a few blocks from our hotel, which made it convenient for us to walk. I didn't especially want to drive because I was sure there'd be plenty of beer there, and I didn't want to risk getting stopped on the way back to the hotel after the party.
Looking at the flyer, I noticed that it was nondescript. It implied that the party was hosted by the college, but after the discussion with the guys at the school, I was sure it was a frat party. The presentation of the flyer, I was sure, was to lure unsuspecting girls.
I saved the directions to my iPhone, and just as they loaded, Brooke's phone rang, giving me an instant erection. I probably need to explain this. About a year ago, Brooke asked me to download MC Hammers's song, "You Can't Touch This" and convert it to a ring tone for her phone, which I did. The song has special significance to Brooke, and to me for that matter. Brooke and three of her f'ockey friends have perfected a sexy dance routine to the song, and every time they're over at the house, they practice it. If you aren't familiar with the song, google it and watch the video. The dance Brooke and her friends do is similar to the video, but has some added features.
Their dance routine is highly charged sexually and quite erotic, which causes me to instantly get aroused. When the song starts, they go at it, sexily dancing to the music. Near the beginning of the song you hear the words, 'My, my, my, my." To the four distinct beats, in a synchronized manner which they have perfected, they remove their tops, and perform most of the song in their shorts and bras. Watching Brooke and her three sexy friends dancing like this always gets me hard. I think that's why they do it so much when I'm around. When Hammer sings, "You Can't Touch This," the girls lean back, spread their knees apart and place their hands over their crotch and mouth the words, "You Can't Touch This!" When they did this, they looked directly at me as they sang and covered themselves. They were always teasing me, but I didn't mind at all. I think they were also aware of the effect their dance had on me, which I'm sure was their intent. Her friends were always hitting on me, and I dated two of them, although one never put out for me. Near the end of the song, Hammer sings, "Break it down," and when he does this, in one swift motion, they would sometimes, depending on their mood, remove their shorts and toss them at me, and perform the remainder of the song in their bra and panties. I've seen them do this dance at a couple of parties, but they never removed any clothing. They save that for the practices at home when I'm there. Whenever her phone rings, I think of the four of them dancing to the music in their bras and bikini underwear, and instantly get an erection.
Thinking it might be mom, I grabbed her phone, but noticed the call was from an Amanda. I didn't know an Amanda, so I assumed it must be one of the girls from the f'ockey team. I put the phone back on the desk, and in a couple of minutes she got a text. I picked up her phone again and read the text. It was from Amanda. She wanted to know if she and Liz could go to the party with Brooke and her "boyfriend." They didn't want their moms to know that it was really a frat party, and if they dropped them off, their moms wouldn't let them go.
I thought it was interesting that she referred to me as Brooke's boyfriend. I'll have to ask Brooke about that.
In a few minutes I heard the shower stop, and shortly after that, Brooke walked out of the bathroom, drying off with a towel. I couldn't believe how comfortable she was now being around me in the nude. I was really going to love rooming with her next year if it all works out.
As she reached down to dry her legs, starting with her feet, I got a good view of everything. Her toned, athletic body looked better to me every time I saw it, and right now it looked damn fine.
"You got a call and a text from Amanda," I told her.
"What's she want?"
"I didn't take the call, but her text said that she and Liz want to go with you and your 'boyfriend' to the party, so their moms don't find out it's a frat party."
"Yeah, I thought they might call and ask that. We were talking about the party while waiting to find out who all got on the team."
"What's this about me being your 'boyfriend?'"
"Oh, yea, about that, it just kinda slipped out. They saw you with me a couple of times, and they both think you're hot. If I told 'em you're my bother, they'd be all over you at the party, and I didn't want that, so I told them you're my boyfriend and you brought me to tryouts. I also assured them that you're off limits."
"So, from now on I'm your boyfriend?"
"Yeah, if that's ok with you."
"Fine with me," I replied. "Should make things interesting at the party."
"I told you that I wanted to go with you, and I want everyone to know that you're my boyfriend so they'll leave me alone; and besides that, you and I can have a good time together. Everyone there will think we're a couple, which we are. We don't have to go into the brother-sister thing. Nobody has to know that part."
"Then if we're both here next year, we'll be here as a couple and not brother and sister?" I asked.
"Do you think that'll work?"
"It should," I replied. "I just hope I get in, that's all. I'd hate for you to be here with all those guys from the tryouts and leave your brother, excuse me, your boyfriend, at home."
"I don't think you'll have any problem getting in; if you don't, maybe I wont come."
Brooke had finished drying off by this time. She dropped the towel on the floor, and stood before me naked. She walked over to me seductively as I looked from her legs, to her pussy, her tits, to her sweet lips, which she planted on mine. Dropping my hands to her sweet, firm ass, I pulled her in tight, feeling her tits pressed against my chest. As we kissed, I let my hands roam freely, feeling every inch of her back side. God, she felt so fucking good. The thought of rooming with my sister next year and seeing her like this all the time got me even more excited. I could feel my erection pressing against her through my shorts. Apparently, Brooke could feel it too.
"Do I always have that effect on you?" she asked.
"Yes, you always have that effect on me. If we room together next year, I'll have an erection 24-7."
"Good. I like you hard," Brooke said as she reached down and started unbuckling my shorts. She slowly unzipped them, while kissing me and slipping her tongue into my mouth.
As we kissed, Brooke slid her hand inside my shorts and boxers and started rubbing my hard cock.
"It's getting wet," she said, noticing the pre cum oozing from the head of my cock. She continued rubbing my cock, spreading the cum all over it.
