Introduction from the author
This is my first contest submission on this site (or anywhere else for that matter) so please be gentle. It's a little long, but I sincerely hope you enjoy reading it. Please comment when you are done, I truly appreciate any constructive criticism. Read on...
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Mike glanced at the clock impatiently. It was almost nine o'clock. He was sitting on A plush leather couch, waiting on his younger brother Paul and his wife to get ready. They were supposed to leave for the Halloween party half-a-fucking hour ago and Mike was steaming. He had already gotten into an argument with his sister-in-law Kathy, and the night hadn't even started yet. He didn't really get along with Kathy anymore. To put it bluntly she was a bitch.
He was getting ready to yell for them to hurry up again when the doorbell rang. He knew who it was. Mike sat for a moment, sighed, and got up to answer the door. Standing on the other side was Krissy, Kathy's sister. Mike's jaw dropped as he took in her costume: She had on black and white saddle shoes and frilly white bobby socks. A parody of a 50's poodle skirt barely came below her crotch and left the soft curve of her ass exposed. Her size-too-small blouse was rolled up to her elbows and unbuttoned almost to her navel, showing the soft creamy curve on the inside of her breasts and the tan expanse of her belly.
Krissy smiled at him and pushed his mouth closed as she walked past him into the house. "You're getting drool on the floor." She said playfully as she looked over her shoulder to see him watching her ass sway. She secretly loved to torment Mike with her body.
Mike was blushing deeply. "I-I like your costume." He stammered as he resumed his seat on the couch.
"Thanks, yours is...different." She said, looking him up and down. Her head snapped back up when she noticed the center piece of his costume. She laughed aloud.
Mike was wearing a plain white t-shirt, stretched over a fake beer gut. The shirt was tucked into a very tight pair of gym shorts. What caught her eye was a thick bulge running down the inside of Mike's thigh that ended just above the hem of the shorts. A hat, Oakley sunglasses and a chrome whistle made him look just like her old gym coach in high school, minus the hard-on.
"That's not..." She couldn't finish.
"No!" Mike said laughing. "It's rubber."
"Good. Cause that thing has to be over a foot long."
"What? You want his foot long?" Her sister said from behind her, startling both of them.
Mike's heart rate went through the roof when Kathy stood next to her sister. Her costume was and exact match to Krissy's. For a minute, he thought he was seeing double. The doubling effect was even more pronounced because the girls were twins. Sure, there were small differences between them as with any set of twins, but to the casual onlooker they were identical. And hot!
The girls were tall and slender, about 5'-9" and maybe 120 pounds, with mile long legs, flat stomachs and gorgeous C cup tits. Their matching chestnut hair was done up in big drooping curls and their emerald eyes sparked.
"Come on, I need your help." Kathy told her sister. She shot Mike a dirty look as she pulled her into her room and slammed the door. A few minutes later they emerged again with Paul in tow, dressed like a 50's greaser in a black leather jacket and jeans with his hair slicked back. It was finally time to go.
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The cab ride to the party was pure hell for Mike. The four of them piled into the cramped confines of the back seat, and for the next twenty minutes Mike was pinned between the door and his sister-in-law Kathy with Krissy sitting half on his lap and half on hers. Krissy's crotch was a hot coal against the skin of his thigh as she sat talking to her sister. Mike closed his eyes and listened to the girls giggle about nothing in particular, praying to whatever God there was that Krissy wouldn't feel the boner growing below her. He tried once to adjust it, but his fingers brushed against the soft skin of her ass and he quickly pulled his hand away for fear that she would feel it.
Krissy looked at Mike briefly, gave him a quick smile and returned to her conversation with her sister. She could clearly feel a bulge in Mike's shorts and she knew it wasn't from the fake dong.
Her sister was droning on and on about her boring job, so Krissy tuned her out and thought about Mike. She knew he had a crush on her; that much was obvious. But he was too shy to make any kind of move. Plus Kathy would probably castrate him if he did. Kathy hated Mike. The reason was unclear, since they had all been friends when Kathy and Paul were dating in high school, but since right before their wedding Kathy had been more and more hostile to him. Krissy had asked once and her sister had blown up on her. She never asked again.
He is cute though...
She thought as she sat there, feeling the hard, hot bulge against her ass cheek. Mike was 29, eight years older than she was, with short brown hair and dusty blue eyes. He was just a little taller than her, maybe 6', and very muscular. She pegged him at about 180, but he was solid, with nicely defined muscles in his arms, legs and torso.
The cab was slowing down, breaking her train of thought. Krissy glanced out the front window and saw that they were pulling up in front of the hotel where the party was. People in outlandish costumes were milling around in front, and making their way inside.
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The party room was pandemonium. The space looked like a rundown mental asylum, complete with escaped crazies and mutilated bodies. A live band was set up on stage at the far end of the enormous room, pounding out classic rock tunes. People were everywhere, dancing, talking & drinking. He followed Paul and the girls over to one of the few remaining empty tables that looked like a large, old examination table.
There has to be over 200 people here.
Mike thought as he looked around the room.
After they ordered a round of drinks, Kathy and Paul took off for the dance floor, leaving Krissy and Mike alone together. An uncomfortable silence fell between them.
Krissy racked her brain for something, anything to say to break that silence.
"Your fake dong was digging into my ass in the cab." She blurted out.
Shit! Way to go Kris
she admonished mentally
Way to sound like a total bitch
She fumbled for something else to say as cover.
"That thing feels pretty realistic." She quickly continued.
Mike was blushing deeply, and wouldn't make eye contact with her.
"Sorry about that." He mumbled, staring at the table.