Karl's sister had been at college for two years. She had settled down, and never stopped rambling on about how wonderful all her professors were, especially her gymnastics coach and her lit professor. If it wasn't for the fact that it was an all girl's school, which included the staff, then his mum and dad would have been worried.
Either way, it didn't matter to Karl. He figured if his sister brought home a bi curious young lady, then he would naturally have to step with a bottle of massage oil and his pierced tongue to assist, being the gentleman that he was.
The time finally came when Diana asked one of her professors home, and Karl happened to be there. He was passing through, and as per usual, his mum and dad insisted that he stay for dinner. Karl preferred to use it more as a chance to check in on his nefarious little sister and her supposed boyfriend.
Karl had a habit of seriously disliking anyone anyone who dated his sister, for two reasons. Primarily because he was in love with the little Jennifer Love Hewitt clone, and despite the blood between them, lusted after her near constantly, one of the main reasons he stayed away from home as much as possible.
Secondly, because she had truly bad taste in men. Diana would be constantly drawn to the bikers, the druggies, the thieves and the wife-beater brigade. It was probably her lust for the dark streak that led Karl to become a knife strapped personal security guard in the first place. Her eyes had lit up and her tongue had flashed out hungrily when he'd told her what he did for a living last trip.
The weather was absolutely wretched that night, with a massive storm raging across the entire Eastern Ranges. Karl jumped out of his custom F450, and cast a grudgingly appreciative eye over the clean cut lines of a very nicely decked out HSV Commodore sitting in the driveway that he assumed was the new boyfriend's.
Diana's little rice burner and their parents nicely conservative station wagon made the house look like the beginnings of a sale yard. He tromped up to the front door and hit the buzzer, shaking the rain out of his jacket as he did so.
There was a sudden flurry of footsteps, and the door was yanked open. There stood Diana, in a barely presentable hockey top that instantly made Karl forget his own sister's name, and a pair of tight blue jeans that clung to every curve and crevice. Karl spread his arms open wide and Diana jumped up into a clinging hug.
Karl's hands gripped her hips, just above the curve leading down to her ass, and hopefully over the massive bulge growing in his pants. She planted a lingering kiss on the corner of his mouth, and Karl dropped her down, stepping back so she wouldn't feel the press of his cock as it strained against his zip.
Karl forced a smile. "How ya doin' kiddo?" Diana laughed delightedly.
"Hey, not a kiddo anymore! It's my 18th at 11.43pm tonight, as you well know. So how do I look?" Karl pursed his lips.
"We're not inbred, so I'm not gonna answer that question other than to say fine." She squealed and swarmed up into his arms again.
"Then you'd better tell that to the rest of your body, big brother..." Karl cleared his throat and blushed.
"Yeah, well, you wanted to know how you look, there's your answer. Let's drop it." Diana pressed up against him and turned around so that her ass was rubbing against his cock. Karl growled.
"Mum, dad, the boy's here." Karl grabbed her ass, and pushed her forwards, away from him. He cleared his throat again, and jerked his chin towards the HSV.
"Who's the grunt?" Diana smiled, and Karl couldn't help but smile back a little.
