Mike staggered out of bed and crossed the room to the bathroom. Fuck... was his first thought. His head was throbbing. He had gone out drinking the night before even though he had known it was a bad idea. It had been his last night of his freshman year in college, so he couldn't help himself. Now he was horribly hungover, reeked of alcohol, and wasn't even close to being finished packing. His mom and sister were picking him up in 2 hours...
Damn, that was a good night though. He looked over the girl passed out in his bed, Not bad, not bad at all. He'd rate her at least an 8.5. She was a cute, slim, young looking blonde girl with what he would guess to be C-cup's.
He decided to let the girl sleep a little longer, while he finished packing up. Hiding his condoms, alcohol, his flask, and his shot glasses under his clothes in a tub, and then just kind of throwing everything into the rest of his tubs, he packed relatively quickly.
Now I just need to shower, get the girl out and pack a couple other things.
He grabbed his towel and went to the bathroom connected to his room, and hopped in the shower.
Damn that water feels good... and damn that girl was looking good. Maybe when I finish up here I'll have time for a quickie before kicking her out...
His thoughts had quickly given him an erection, and subsequently a renewed energy. He was feeling much better than he had been when he had first awoken.
He exited the shower and walked back to his bed. After drying off, he threw the towel in an open tub and was heading to his bed when outside his door he heard...
"Yea I crashed at a friend's last night, but I wouldn't be surprised if he was still asleep either..."
The key turned in the lock and the door swung open as he lunged towards it, seconds too late.
"...uh hi... you're early..." he mumbled as he stood completely naked in the doorway, facing his roommate, his mother, and his older sister, Katie.
His mother and sister stared for a second at his enlarged cock, before answering, "Is this how all guys answer the door at your college?" his sister asked, giving him a sly grin.
His sister was a gymnast at Belmont, and she had just finished with her junior year. He could tell she had gotten into even better shape since he had last seen her, though he wasn't sure how, since she had always had what any guy would consider a perfect body. She was a slim brunette, 5'8" only two inches shorter than him, and unlike most gymnasts, she had boobs. Great, mountainous, eye-catching boobs. He quickly looked away as his eyes seemed drawn to her cleavage sticking out of her low-cut top.
"Put some clothes on Mike!" his mother sternly said.
His mom was still a looker at 40. She was an older, bustier looking version of his sister. She had always been referred to as a MILF by all of his friends. And while this had always been awkward for him, he couldn't help but silently agree when his friends voiced this.
The girl in the bed, woken by the commotion had darted up, grabbed her clothes and still covered with his sheet went into the bathroom and seemed to change in record time. Mike was just grabbing clothes and moving towards the bathroom as she darted out the door muttering an embarrassed goodbye, with her eyes glued to the floor.
"Well now I understand the... condition... you're in, she was quite a looker." his sister laughed in the main room as he quickly changed and came back out.
"Well that was awkward... uh I guess I'm ready to go..." He threw the rest of his stuff together he and his roommate carried it all out to his mother's van.
"Don't say a word," Mike threatened his grinning roommate.
