All characters in the following fictional work are original creations. Any resemblance to real persons – either living or deceased – is unintentional on the part of the Author. Unless otherwise noted in the narrative all characters are written as being eighteen years of age. The narrative contains graphic depictions of sexual activity between consenting parties and is not intended for minors.
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Heather despised Friday nights. It was the one day of the week when her mother excused herself to go out with her friends – several of whom she was fucking – and her brother had his idiot fraternity brothers over for a poker game. These games normally lasted well into the wee hours of the morning and kept her awake until she passed out from exhaustion. She had a feeling that tonight was not going to prove any different. She had already told Fisher goodnight and sent him home. Their date had been the usual bullshit. A bag of cheap fast food and then parking at The Point while he tried to tease an orgasm out of her with his puny pecker! Tonight she had sucked him off so he would quit whining at her, but doing that had only stirred something deeper inside of her. She couldn't really recall the last time that she had gotten enough cock to satisfy herself. No sooner had that thought come to the fore than the sound of a loud fart – and even louder laughter – carried to her from the family room downstairs. Maybe it was time that she took a more active interest in her brother and his social circle after all? After a quick clothing change Heather was closing her bedroom door and heading to the main floor of the house . . .
Tony swore a blue streak as he crapped out on his third straight hand. That meant he was down another ten dollars and it was getting harder and harder to cover his debts with his frat brothers. It was bad enough then that he had an entire house filled with assholes, but they were taking his money as well! Anton asked to use the head and Pete excused himself to grab another round of brews. At least the beer was cold and there was plenty of it. Maybe they would all get drunk tonight and forget how deep he was into each of them? If not, it was going to be another month of earning his keep around 'The House' by washing their clothes, doing their homework, and being their bitch as he took their girls to every fucking, idiotic, chick-flick and estrogen-fest that they could find within ten miles of the college campus.
"Mind if I sit in?" Came the cautious voice of his kid-sister, cutting into Tony's brooding and lightening his dark mood.
"Sure thing. You ever played before?" He asked her.
"Not for money." Heather confessed, as her cheeks flushed pink and she shifted nervously in the doorway.
"What do you mean, not for money?" He risked asking. Afraid of the answer he was going to hear.
"Only for clothes a couple of times. Oh, and then there was my first game where I bet my virginity – and lost!" Heather smiled at the shocked look on Tony's face. He had always suspected that she wasn't a virgin anymore, but hearing it right out of her own mouth came as something of a surprise.
Tony waved her into the room and gave her a five minute run-down on five card draw and Texas Hold 'em, the two variations of poker that they always played during these sessions. No sooner was he winding up her tutorial than the guys started drifting back into the room and taking up their seats. Anton flopped into his seat and bitched about flowery shit being in the crapper – and the fact that he had clogged the toilet. Pete turned up with two more twelve packs from the bar down the hall. Without even asking he popped a brew and handed it to Heather. Tony was about to start bitching her out, but she tilted back her head and slammed the damn thing like a pro. Who would have suspected that his sister could drink beer like a pro? Eric and Mike had stayed in the room as Tony had given Heather the rundown. Keeping their mouths shut and their eyes riveted on how well her shirt was filled out by her tits!
Good, thought Heather as her brother read her in on the rules they were playing under. Her panties were sopping wet just from entertaining the notion of what she wanted to do and she was having a hard time not sliding a hand down the front of her denim shorts to rub one off right in front of everyone sitting around her. She was only happy that everyone here – except her – had a swinging dick. If any of these guy's girlfriends had been sitting in it might have been a little awkward. Not that she hadn't experimented with eating pussy before. Just when given a choice she much preferred cock to cunt any day of the week!
Tony had just dealt five cards to everyone and they were passing chips into the center of table while talking shit to each other and drinking more beers. Anton had fished inside a jacket on the back of his chair and passed around cigars as well. Before the discard phase the entire room was filling with thick smoke. Heather puffed on her stogie with practiced ease and watched as the older guys sitting around here were conflicted. They were having a hard time keeping their eyes on their cards and off of her chest. It was one of the quiet ones then that broke the silence with a rather pointed question.
"What else do you smoke as well as that cigar, Heather?" Asked the one named Eric.
