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All Characters are 18 years or older.
This story contains elements of voyeurism and, not to bury the lead, some group sex and technical non-consent.
Thanks to Ante-Matter for his consistently fantastic editing.
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"You do get that your brother is pretty cute, right?"
Waking up to that statement was unexpected, but considering I had fallen asleep in the basement lying on a couch in front of a muted TV, I wasn't really expecting anything at all.
My older sister was having her 'Annual Sleepover.' Years earlier that had meant over a dozen girls all cramming themselves into my parents house, making a complete mess and devouring snacks like a plague of locusts. I went through phases in how I reacted to this yearly event, mostly depending on my age and level of hormones. When I was eight, I hated it and hid in my room the entire weekend. By the time I was fourteen, I was fascinated by all the pyjama clad girls and my parents realized it, banishing me to my room instead of my self-imposed exile. Now I was eighteen, and my sister's social circle had thinned as her friends went to college or moved away. Over a dozen had diminished to five last year, and this year Nancy had only managed to finagle two of her best friends over.
That was probably a good thing, since our parents had gone off on a two week cruise five days earlier. I could only imagine what the house would have looked like if she'd had one of her old fashioned ragers like back in high school.
As the sheer numbers had dwindled the past couple years, I'd finally been allowed to hang around the house during the party, and since our parents weren't around at all I had declared myself master of the basement, and thereby the entertainment centre, leaving Nancy, Erin and Amanda the run of the living room upstairs, along with the kitchen.
I'd played video games for a few hours, stripped down to a t-shirt and boxers despite the company in the house. Erin and Amanda had both seen me naked the year before when, on a joint family camping trip, I had been dared to streak through the campgrounds at night. They, and my sister, were supposed to do it after I had made sure it was safe, but instead they had ambushed me at the finish line with a polaroid camera, laughing their heads off and waking up half the camp.
At some point I must have fallen asleep, and now their voices were close by. I kept my breathing regular and forced myself not to smile, preparing to jump up and scare them as soon as they got close enough. They kept talking across the room, however, and I opened my eyes just enough to look through my lashes sideways at them.
"Yeah, I know," my sister responded, "Not like I can do anything about it though."
Erin snorted, clapping her hands over her mouth to stop from laughing out loud and waking me up. She had a broad, angular face with bright green eyes and a ready smile, and her auburn hair was thick and full, but we all knew her best asset was her slim body. She ate like a pig, but somehow she always managed to stay thin and trim, her cute little butt and tits usually hugged by form-fitting yoga pants and clingy shirts that showed off her flat tummy.
"Still, it's a waste to leave him here like this. So vulnerable, just waiting to get pranked." That was clearly Amanda, just out of my field of view. Where Nancy was a tall and statuesque blonde, like the rest of our family, Amanda was short, curvy and a huge tease. She had the ass of a pornstar and she used it frequently to play with my head, bumping against me 'by accident' or brushing way closer than necessary to get by in a small area. She was also the instigator of their little group, and I was pretty sure she was the one that had brought the polaroid camera that time at camp.
My sister grinned and nodded, "I think you're right, but what should we do to him? I do need to live with him without my parents around for another week, it can't be too mean."
"Something with a delayed reaction?" Erin suggested. "Maybe something he won't even know about until it's too late for revenge."
"Or maybe," I could practically hear the cogs working amongst the brain trust as Amanda filled in, "We do something he won't even want to take revenge for. He'll just know he missed out on something great."
The three girls were suddenly whispering, probably a natural reaction to the fact that they were conspiring to do something. Finally, Nancy broke off, "Alright, I'll go get the camera. Don't wake him up!"
As my sister bounded up the stairs her two friends quietly 'snuck' over to me, giggling to themselves and gesturing oddly. It would have almost been worth it to just scare the two of them, but I wanted the catch all three in the act now so I kept breathing regularly and kept myself from moving. Erin was wearing the same pyjama outfit as my sister, fleece pants riding low and an old tank top. Amanda, on the other hand, was wearing a flannel nightie that looked more like a shirt. Both girls knelt on the floor beside me and tried to check to see if I was awake. There was a lot of hand waving and silly faces and it took all of my concentration not to flinch or blink my mostly-closed eyes.
Nancy finally came back down the stairs, her digital camera in hand, and quietly tiptoed over. "Ok," she whispered, powering it on, "What are we gonna do?"
Amanda grinned, "Let's moon him, take a picture of our butts right in his face."
Erin and Nancy snickered, following Amanda's lead. Nancy stood at the opposite end of the couch and pointed the camera at me, and I heard rustling behind me. Nancy covered her mouth, trying not to laugh, and snapped a couple of pictures. Suddenly a shadow loomed over my head and I could see the pale flesh of someone's butt out of the corner of my eye.
Click, click
, went the camera.
"Ok," I heard Amanda whisper from behind me as the barely seen butt moved away. "Your turn Nancy."
My sister made a face. "I dunno, that feels kinda weird," she whispered.
"Oh come on," Erin whispered back, "It's just your butt and thong. Plus, we all need to do it or else one of us could use it against the others."
Amanda agreed, but Nancy snorted, "Yeah, because we would definitely do that to each other."
"Come on," Amanda said a little louder, "Sister solidarity or whatever. Just do it."
Nancy rolled her eyes. "Fine."
The girls all switched places and I lost sight of Nancy as she moved behind my head. Amanda and Erin came into view, however, and I found out Erin had dropped her fleece pants and was clad in just her old pink tank top and a tiny blue thong. I swear I must have flinched, but none of them noticed.
The two friends stood at the end of the couch, jockeying for position, as Nancy did something behind me. Amanda had the camera and lifted it up above her head to get a good angle, lifting her nightie in the process until I had a clear view of her own fabric-covered mound. It might have been a shadow, but I could have sworn she had a firm camel toe going on, maybe even a little wet spot.
Click, click, click.
