Chapter 1
Iris and Kata had a quarrel about Trish. Iris accused Kata of monopolizing her. They finally agreed to share her, as in she would give each one three evenings of her week, and had one for herself.
Whereas Kata moved with low lives, Iris moved with the rich and affluent, the fine, noble society. She would dress Trish up real nice and take her to eat at noble restaurants, teaching her decorum. They went to theatre and the opera, and attended galas and events. Sometimes they would run into Daniela there, who would give Iris a mean frown and cast Trish a murderous look. Then she would sweep over with her friends, all dressed in fine gowns and jewellery, and she would introduce Iris and Trish, saying Trish was the daughter of her husband's brother, for every one could see the resemblance between the two girls.
Trish liked being with Iris because Iris was proud of her. When her mom was not around, Iris would always tell people proudly that Trish was her sister. And she catered to her and pampered her. The only problem was that the things Iris liked were so stiff and boring for Trish.
One evening, Trish convinced Iris to go to an African disco with her for Trish missed African music. Iris was nervous, but finally agreed.
They walked into a crowded, loud disco. There was a mixed race crowd and African music was blaring. Many people were getting their groove on. Trish loved it but Iris was all stiff. They got cocktails and started boozing. At one point, Iris gasped to Trish,
"I didn't know there were so many white girls that liked black men."
For indeed, there were many white chicks getting cosy with brothers, dancing, chatting, or kissing and groping.
"Have you never fucked a black dude?"
"No!" she paused and then added, "I don't have much experience. I have only slept with two guys."
"What! At your age!" Trish chuckled incredulously.
"How many have you slept with?"
"Enough!" Trish giggled. "But not as many as Kata!"
"Oh, she is a pig! I bet she has done black guys!"
"You sound as if you think its wrong!"
"I have nothing against black guys. Its just that it wont work, you see. Different cultures and stuff. I know two girls who married black guys and they are divorced and all alone with their kids."
"Come on. White couples get divorced too."
"That is something else."
"Is that so. Maybe I should hook you up with a brother Iris. Some fine looking brother that will open you up, your mind I mean."
"No! They are not my type! And I got a boyfriend. We will be marrying next year..."
"But aren't you curious? Don't you ever wanna try a black dick?"
"No!"
"Oh Iris!" Trish groaned, smiling naughtily.
"What!"
"Nothing! Do you wanna dance?"
"No! I cant dance!"
Trish tried to coerce her onto the floor but Iris wouldn't dance. She was too shy and self conscious. Trish kept ordering cock tails and they got drunk. Then Trish saw her starting to eye the brothers with interest. Trish wanted to dance and so she sought the floor alone and shook that ass like a salt shaker. Brothers came at her, getting down. Iris stared, seeing her sister dance raunchily with guys she didn't know. It was almost like they were fucking on the floor. For a second, she wondered if it was bad influence from Kata, but she dismissed it, for she knew Kata could not move like that. She felt jealous, watching her black sister get down for the girl could move. Then she blushed, realizing Trish was making her feel aroused and excited..
Then black guys started shooting their game at Iris for they dug the beautiful, tall, pretty blond with a fine, big ass and tits. Trish laughed as she watched and realized that Iris didn't know how to deal with this. She was almost scared her sister would run away. Iris came and joined her on the floor to seek refuge. Trish embraced her and started grinding it on her and putting it on her. Iris went pale. Trish laughed and told her,
"Lemme show you how, big is."
She grabbed her ass and made it roll and pop. She poured more cocktails down Iris' throat and finally got her to relax enough to dance. Iris couldn't dance at all. Trish handed her to a big handsome brother and grabbed another for herself and the brothers started grinding their hips on them. Iris was by then drunk enough to grind back.
Trish lost sight of Iris and searched till she found her, cornered by the big brother. Iris was very nervous, but drunk and horny. The brother was trying to take advantage, of course. He was pressing his big dick into her and Iris looked paralysed, for she was not used to the direct approach. The brother whispered something in her ear and Trish laughed as she saw Iris gasp and blush. She went to rescue her. But the brother was one of those horny ones and he wanted to fuck Iris right that night. He told Trish to piss off, with her black ass.
Trish was shocked and then pissed. She told him, "Oh, so you are one of those brothers that wanna be white huh, and you star looking down on a sister, forgetting that you came out of a black pussy!"
"My mom is white!" he said proudly. "I am German."
"With an accent like that!"
"My dad was African! But I am a German citizen!"
"Then go down on your knees and suck black dick like your mom did, jerk! This girl is my sister! Look!" she pulled Iris close and pushed their faces together. He noticed the resemblance. "And I will make sure you never fuck her! I will talk so badly about you she wont even want to see your shadow."
Iris was looking confused. But the brother changed his style and started apologizing profusely and acting sweet.
"Sorry! I didn't really mean that. Actually, I don't feel German at all," he whispered to Trish. "I was only saying it because German women like that. But I am a true son of Africa! Please put in a good word my sister..."
"Go get us two double Vodka's and red bull, with ice and straws. Chop chop!"
The boy bought them drinks like crazy. Him and his man were close to them like butter on toast. But they were really too pushy, so Trish ditched them and picked two other brothers for her and Iris. Now, the other guys were pissed, for they were drunk and their dicks were hard as rocks. They tried to start a fight. The guys shouted and shoved each other, and then turned around to see Trish leading Iris to some other cool cats,
"Trish!" Iris exclaimed, "What are we doing?"
"I don't see any ring on these fingers. Just scout around for talent, dear sister. We are seeking cool cats that look good, dance well and spend. Lets have fun!"
"What if they think we must sleep with them!"
"What! Tell them this pussy is not for take away. It might be hot but its not a MacDonald's burger!"
Iris looked kind of surprised by all this.
They danced with many guys all night. The guys were in lust. Two of them walked them to a taxi, talking that "I need you" stuff, and trying to lure them home, saying, "Just for one drink!" Iris would have gone, for she thought they really just wanted to talk and drink. But Trish knew brothers. She got their numbers and said we will call. She stopped drunk Iris from giving the guy her number. "They don't call, we call," she told her.
On their way home, Iris was now all excited, saying brothers were real nice. And they could dance real nice.
"But they are so pushy!"
