Ryan stood at the large window of the student residence living room he shared with his sister and adjusted the binoculars he held to his eyes. He looked out onto the beautiful sunny day and the scattered groups of students on the lawns and benches sunbathing, chatting or just fooling around. These really were the beautiful people, especially the young women in their light coloured short tops and shorts or skirts. Ryan liked to observe the young women on campus.
He ran his fingers through his slightly curling, short, light brown hair and focused on two girls in particular, sharing a rug under the slight shade of a poplar tree. His sister Sarah came at once into focus and he couldn't help a wry smile cross his lips as he saw her body language to the other girl. She was so transparent. Still it would prove to be amusing to watch for a while so he picked up his glass of wine and took a sip as his sister, a masterful flirt, worked her magic.
"You see Selma, guys don't really like kissing so you've got to make the most of it" Sarah addressed her younger listener and smiled inwardly at the ease of this task. Really Selma may be extremely attractive, with her deep brown eyes, her silky dark hair and a smile so cute you couldn't help but be attracted to her, but she really was so naΓ―ve.
"But Tommy likes our kisses, he said so."
"Selma, listen to me, liking something isn't good. He's got to LOVE it, and once he does you'll have him in the palm of your hand, you can do anything with him. Men are like that, useless creatures that we have to guide carefully around to make sure they get things right for us. Understand?"
Selma, two years younger than Sarah and a whole lot unwiser nodded her understanding, but really she didn't. However, she didn't want to let the coolest girl on Campus, Sarah Blanchard know she was such a dork and so inexperienced. Sarah really was so cool to take her time to talk to her like this. I mean a cool girl like Sarah could be hanging out with all her other cool friends or with the guys but here she was speaking her, Selma Newton, amazing. Sarah was staring intently, almost hypnotically into Selma's eyes and Selma couldn't help reflect upon how strong and sexy Sarah came across as being. Sarah was 20 years old, had long, dark brunette hair (that until recently had been a bottled blonde), a perfectly maintained face and figure and a habit for wearing the most revealing outfits on campus. And she was spending some quality time with Selma this afternoon. Sarah plucked a strawberry from the hamper and held it up for Selma to take a little, tentative bite from, her lips brushing Sarah's soft hand in the process.
"You know Selma I really do worry about you, I think I need to show you exactly how to kiss properly, here lean closer and I'll demonstrate."
Selma nearly choked on her fruit and barely managed to mumble back.
"B-But you're a girl!"
'Glad you've noticed' thought Sarah as she leaned forward deliberately so more of her cleavage was revealed to the younger girl. She reached up and cupped Selma's chin in her hand and spoke in her most trustworthy voice, maintaining eye contact at all times.
"I know Selma but who knows better what a woman likes and should do but another woman? Here let me show you."
Without another word or action Sarah bent in towards her young protΓ©gΓ© and planted her big, soft lips on Selma's and passionately began to kiss her. Her feelings confused and not knowing what to do, Selma's body took over and reacted by returning the kiss and when Sarah's tongue slipped out and began to probe Selma's mouth Selma's did just the same until these two young , nubile students were French kissing in the full view of the college. But they were in a world of their own and didn't care, Selma's eyes closed and enjoying this passionate demonstration. Those eyes popped open quickly when she felt Sarah's hand move under her skirt and start to pull at Selma's knickers. Was this part of the demonstration? Surely not. She should stop this, but oooh! As Sarah's skilled fingers found Selma's pussy lips and then her clit she could not find the desire to prevent this happening.
Back in their apartment Ryan finished the wine and chuckled to himself, his shameless slut of a sister had done it again. He headed to the kitchen to fetch another bottle and await Sarah's return.
She came into the apartment twenty minutes later twirling Selma's red, lacy panties on her index finger, a smile on her face like the cat that got the cream. Ryan sat back in the leather armchair by the window and mock applauded her efforts. Sarah just held out her other hand for payment of the bet. Ryan held out the keys to his Italian sports car, at least making his sister have to come and get them (a minor point but a point scored nonetheless). Sarah came forward, bent right forward to get the keys and purposefully gave her brother a revelling look down the front of her loose, low top. She looked up smiling at where Ryan's eyes were directed and spoke.
"Mine for the week I believe (the keys) if I provided the panties (worn of course) of the Principal of the University's daughter?"
God the letch was still staring at her tits! At last his stare was broken and he met her eyes.
"Have fun doing it little sis? I looked like fun from where I was watching."
"God no. The stupid little bitch knew nothing, I wouldn't fancy being the boyfriend of that uptight idiot! She wouldn't know what to do with a cock if it rubbed against her lips!"
Ryan smiled at this crude comment from her, knowing this to be the real Sarah Blanchard. She rarely lost the bets he set her, though in truth he rarely lost the ones she set him. They usually involved sex or seduction and played to their, well developed kinky natures. After all with multi millionaires as parents, who showed little interest in them they were pretty much free to amuse themselves in what ever fashion took their fancy. They had a love-hate relationship and although close , seemed to enjoy spiting each other.