Standing in his best friend's kitchen, a sandy-haired, green-eyed, 19-year-old Sean Winters is wearing jeans and a blue flannel shirt over a white t-shirt. He's with his girlfriend and he just wants to go home. After all, it's well past midnight on a Sunday. Most of them have morning lecture in a few hours.
"Babe, I'm... I'm ready to go," redheaded Ella O'Connor drunkenly says, wearing a red and white outfit matching Sean's. With an arm around his waist, she tries to saucily add, "Take me... Take me home and I'll... I'll make it worth your while ... during the drive."
Short dreadlocks above a clean cut fade, Matt Collins leans against the kitchen counter. Wearing a black and white t-shirt and matching jeans, he slides his glazed chocolate eyes from drunk and horny Ella to her smirking boyfriend. "I'd take her home ... if I were you.
Tapping his fist against Matt's, Sean says, "Thanks again for the party, man. But Ella and I are heading out."
"Hey," Matt drunkenly advises, "Your sister was... Ivy was looking for you."
Sean had almost completely forgotten that his sister is somewhere around here too. The last time he saw Ivy was ... an hour ago? She was heading upstairs with the guy who had picked her up from their parents' house (they both still live at home). Scott Sanders? Or was it Scott Saunders? Sean can't remember; he only knows that the blond-haired track and field guy has no idea what kind of headache he's in for with his bitchy sister.
...Or maybe he does if Ivy has already had her fun teasing him and is now looking for another ride home.
Shaking his head, Sean sighs, "Well, if you see her again, tell her I said she can just use all the gas money she still owes me for an Uber or something. Later, man."
"Later."
Sean and Ella then make their way out of the kitchen toward the living room. And as they head to the front door, Sean's mind wanders to his only sibling again.
His fraternal twin sister, Ivy, is a petite, blue-eyed, platinum blonde bombshell with firm handful-sized breasts and a small smackable ass. The problem is that she's hot and she knows it. You see, it all makes her a complete pain in the butt. Especially to Sean. After all, she's always finding fault in everything he does. Also, she was the most renowned, virgin cock-tease in their entire high school last year. Pretty embarrassing stuff for a brother stuck in the same grade, much less the same school.
To be fair, Sean's not sure about now, though. After all, Westend College is huge and only has rumors going around about girls who actually like to put out and generally with a crowd of frat guys watching.
Virgin or not, Sean's still inwardly debating whether his sister is a slut. After all, he had once witnessed exactly what she does with guys. It was at the beginning of last year. In black pants and a red and black t-shirt, a bed-headed Sean had been in Ivy's room. He was silently trying to steal a few bucks out of her many purses and coat pockets for the gas money she always owes him.
However, footsteps in the hallway had freaked him out. So, Sean had hid in his sister's closet. In a yellow off-the-shoulder sundress, Ivy and her jeans and blue t-shirt wearing boyfriend for the day, Troy, had walked into the room seconds later. And as the minutes had ticked by, Sean hadn't been able to look away from what he had been forced to see. Not when dark-haired Troy had laid back on the bed with Ivy sliding onto his lap. And not even as the football player had pulled the top of her dress down.
With her back to the open spaces between the slats in the closet door, Sean thankfully hadn't been able to see everything. But with the mirror above Ivy's bed that thankfully only showed her face and the slow, leisure movements of what he had been able to see of Troy's head, he had seen enough. Regrettably, he had definitely heard enough too. Those wet licking and sucking sounds had been unmistakable. Especially when Troy had obviously suckled and pulled on his sister's nipples hard enough to hear a wet pop each time he had let one of them go.
Weirdly enough, Sean's dick had begun to harden even before he had watched Troy lean back and pull Ivy's hips up and over his face. After lifting the hem of her dress in the front, his sister had put her hands on her headboard. And it had quickly become pretty obvious to Sean that that bastard Troy had moved Ivy's panties to the side as well.
It was all too evident from the wet flicks of Troy's tongue that was heard crystal clear between her thighs. Well, that and Ivy's first little, "hah!" from the initial feel of Troy's spit-slicked muscle obviously running through her damp little folds. And also from the roll of her hips and the flushed and lip-biting look on her face in the mirror.
Sean's attention had seriously been split between watching her dress covered ass rocking against Troy's hidden mouth and drinking in the myriad of erotic expressions on his sister's face as she had trembled and moaned. Her heated features had gone through open-mouthed surprise to lip-curled filthy to that lip-biting pleasurably pained expression from before and back again. It had really gotten to Sean's already slowly expanding cock.
After all, he had done it to countless girls, but he had never watched one get her pussy eaten before. At least not live like that (fake shit in porn doesn't count). And especially not his own sister. And Sean had known that he should look away and be disgusted. But he wasn't. In fact, he had to fight the urge to rub his aching cock through his jeans.
But the erotic sounds of a wet tongue continuously lapping up inside of a girl's already soaked pussy wasn't doing him any favors. Neither were his sister's little heated chants of, "lick it," and "eat it."
And as she had neared her peak, Sean had even watched and heard a trembling cunt-grinding Ivy moan out, "That's it, baby.... ...Lick all up inside this wet little pussy....Go on. ...Show me just how you'd like to fuck it."
Not wanting to get caught, Sean hadn't moved or made a sound. Honestly, watching his sister getting her fuck-hole licked out and having heard her dirty words, Sean had found it hard to even breathe. Not until their mom had knocked on the door, thankfully interrupting them. Ivy had disappointingly groaned and hurriedly scrambled off of Troy. And, sitting up, Troy had simply wiped his slick lips off with the back of a hand and fixed his hair.
As for their mother...
She had been completely oblivious as she had merely warned Ivy that she was supposed to keep her bedroom door open when she had guys over.
Not caught, but still forced to leave the door open after that, a still horny Ivy and untouched Troy had just decided to leave early for their movie. Luckily, his sister hadn't needed anything from her closet before they had left. Sean's not sure what he would have done if she had caught him in there with a raging boner. And he's still not sure why he had gotten so damn hard while he had watched his sister with Troy in the first place. It had just happened.
And he had only jerked off to it once ... or maybe five times ... or possibly more. Honestly, it had been so many times now that he's not even sure.
