Stepping out of the shower, only John's smile and twinkle in his eye remained dirty. He was so looking forward to that evening - his party, his chance to impress. He'd bought new clothes for the evening, had his hair trimmed, pampered himself more than normal when showering. John had never been a ladies man, although streetwise and handsome, he had never taken the opportunities that had presented themselves, he had not yet lost his virginity. But tonight would be different.
With their parents on holiday and the college summer holidays looming, John and his sister had organised a party at their home. There was never any fear of the party getting out of hand, at 23 John was quite mature and picked his friends carefully. Karen, younger than her brother by just 14 months, was always a little bit of a wild child, but was unlikely to ruin anything for John. Karen had too much respect for her older brother. Both had found difficulty in their younger years as their father's profession involved much upheaval, the family never really settling in one part of the country until John was 15, Karen 13. They'd remained close, sharing interests and a large circle of joint friends.
It was one of those within the large circle of friends that John had his eye on, and the feeling was mutual. One friend of Karen virtually threw herself at John everytime they met, and John had made sure she'd be at the party.
Soon the evening was upon them, the party in full swing. And then there she was, Lauren. John felt a tremor run through his body. He didn't want to appear too keen, but didn't want to waste the chance either. As John drank and chatted to other friends he went over in his mind just how he was going to make love to this beauty. But John's heart dropped as he watched Lauren flirt with other guys, he got another beer, tried to talk to her, failed, and got another beer. Then Lauren made her move.
Leading John into Karen's bedroom, Lauren seductively closed the door behind her and leaned back. John needed no more invitation and they began to kiss, and explore each others bodies, pulling off what clothing they could. Semi-clad, they jumped into the bed and kissed wildly, John began to finger Lauren, as much for his own education as her enjoyment, she showed him just where she wanted to be touched and he rubbed and fingered happily. But John wanted more, but his cock wouldn't play ball, it just wasn't hard, he tried to force it into Lauren's pussy. Lauren protested, John tried again, and Lauren told him to stop. Lauren persuaded John just to finger her, kiss her for now - John obliged, he rubbed furiously upon her, kissing her neck, her chest, feeling her tits, and pulling at his own cock to make it hard, but nothing! John and Lauren both fingered and rubbed Lauren's cunt, panting, smiling, sweating. Reaching her climax, Lauren's body buckled, she groaned, smiled and kissed John - and John just lay there limp. After both had tried and failed to spark some life into John's cock Lauren quickly got up, dressed again and left John with his thoughts. The feelings of embarrassment and guilt gave way to the exhaustion and drink induced tiredness and John drifted off to sleep.
Becoming aware of a presence in the room John awoke. His first reaction was to be startled by the surroundings, of course it was his sister's room. Karen was the presence he had felt. She was checking that he was OK. He assured her he was fine and apologised for being in her bed. Karen told John most of the guest had left now. John asked if Lauren had said anything, Karen told him she had said he was "really cute". John told Karen what had happened, without detail.
Karen placed a hand on her brothers shoulder and kissed his forehead sympathetically. John almost got a facefull of Karen's chest as she leaned over, then got a flash of her legs as her skirt rode up. "Oh Great" cried John in a sarcastic tone, "What?" question a puzzled Karen, "Now I get a stiffy!" John dryly stated shooting daggers at his sister, then laughed. Karen joked that she'd get Lauren back if he wanted and left John to get dressed again.
With their guests gone, the house tidied, Karen went to bed. John sat watching some night-time show on the television, running over his experience in his mind time and time again. Filling up his glass with another brandy he slumped down in the chair and looked at his watch, "Karen's room" he thought has he realised it was missing. He sipped his drink, flicked through the channels and settled for some very soft porn film - usual crap, it did nothing for him. John left his drink and headed for his room.
Going up the stairs he saw the bathroom light go on and door close , with Karen in there he'd pop in to her room and pick up his watch. As he went to open the her bedroom door he thought "why is it closed?", if Karen was in the bathroom, why was her door still closed. He went to his parents room, no-one was there, nor the spare room and no-one was downstairs, he'd checked that before going upstairs. He went into his room, Lauren lay asleep in the bed, John was confused. He was considering his options when he heard the toilet flush and bathroom door open - John braced himself for an argument with who-ever this was, then out walked Stevie, Karen's ex-boyfriend, he patted John on the shoulder and whispered "She's mine" as he walked past John towards the awakening Lauren.
