My brother couldn't come home for Christmas. He lives almost a thousand miles away and had to work. Besides, he is the black sheep of the family. It all started when he got busted by the vice cops. You see, James is bisexual and a transvestite.
James and I exchange daily e-mails and talk on the phone at least once a week. Like my big sister, he surely is. We talked on Christmas day and he begged me to visit him for New Year's Eve. He promised me a party beyond anything I could possibly imagine in my wildest sexual fantasies.
"Grace," James explained enthusiastically, "the New Year's Eve party will be a replay of what we did at my club for Halloween, except bigger and better. Costumes will be the order of the night of course. That way, you don't know for sure who you are fucking and sucking."
James and I became very close as teenagers when our mother passed away. I never actually had sexual intercourse with him, but I’d give him a hand job whenever he asked or maybe a blow job if he begged. When James bought me my first vibrator I even let him cum in my mouth. This relationship lasted until James departed for college as my sophomore year of high school began.
My brother suggested I bring a costume for the party so I packed my belly-dancing outfit for the trip. I dance mostly North American cabaret style to whatever music gets me in the mood, although Eat Static is probably my favorite, the “Science of the Gods” album. I can do all the steps from Andulusian Figure 8 to Camel Undulations to the Peacock Stomp and more.
I made my own costume, including the Turkish-Macedonian vest and Cleopatra headpiece. For the latter I used a doily about the size of a dinner plate and ran crocheted strands around it which hung down almost to my eyebrows in front and shoulder length elsewhere. I glued beads to the strands. Most important are the bobby pins that hold the damn thing on your head. Forget them while you are doing the Shimmy or Serpentine Roll and it’s goodbye Cleopatra headpiece.
All that work and I didn’t win the contest! Four guys came as the Village People. The usual vampires, ghosts and hookers strutted their stuff. One dude wore a diaper and his girlfriend came as a Tampon. She won the costume contest. My brother James dolled all up as Little Bo Peep, although he kept introducing himself as Little Blow Peep. He dressed in his favorite Peep outfit; short pink skirt, white blouse, plenty of ribbons and mesh stockings. The pink hat over his long black wig and those pink booties rocked! Now, James told me underneath he wore his favorite lace pink panties and bra, but I declined when he asked if I wanted to see. I knew that would come later.
Harold’s Hotel is just that, a hotel, with all first-floor rooms. There are two separate buildings actually. One has what they call the dungeon, complete with a rack, a swing and an examination table complete with stirrups. The other building has a bar, a pool room, a sauna, a movie room with 24 hours of non-stop porno movies, separate booths like in an adult bookstore for guys who like the suspense, and what soon became my favorite, the Maze.
The Maze is just what it sounds like. You walk down a hall and run into a wall and have to find your way out. It is quite dark except for one small corner that has a huge waterbed in it.
“James,” I suggested, “let’s split up. I don’t particularly want to watch you suck some guy’s cock.”
“Well, why the fuck not, Grace? I’d like to watch you suck some guy’s cock. The only one I’ve ever watch you suck is mine.”
“Oh, quit your damn giggling, James. I’ll meet you back here at the entrance in an hour.”
Nothing much happened to me in that hour. I mostly just watched, and masturbated. James grinned from ear to ear as he approached me at the entrance, twenty minutes late.
“Well, what the hell happened, James?”
“I found a dark corner and decided I wanted to be a total girl so I took my panties off. Just stood there facing the wall for about five minutes until I felt a hand on my butt. The hand rubbed me and then I bent over. Slowly I got one and two fingers in me and I began to slide on the fingers, not knowing who they belonged to.” James paused, out of breath from talking so fast.
“And?” I demanded.
“After a few minutes I felt the tip of a condom and then felt a cock slip inside me. We fucked for a few minutes and then another guy appeared in front of me. I grabbed him and started sucking. He came quickly and another guy took his place. Meanwhile the first guy is still pounding up my ass like a jackhammer. He didn’t cum until I had just begun my fourth blow job.”
“How can you suck that many cocks? Don’t you like get all filled up, like with you know?”
“No way, Grace, I’m just getting warmed up. Hey, those porno chicks can suck a hundred or more in one night.”
“Yeah, but they probably don’t swallow every time.”
We decided to go back to our room and freshen up. Not that I needed to but James looked like he had just been gang-banged.
James showered and changed into his blue baby-doll nightgown he reserved for special occasions. We polished off a fifth of Jack Daniels as he put on his make-up. I remained in my belly-dancing outfit because I hoped to do some undulating if I found just the right person.
Back to the Maze we went and made our way to the bed that featured two girls in a hot pussy-to-pussy lip lock. Four guys watched as they jerked off. I moved closer to the two girls to watch as James crawled to the head of the bed and the holes that the guys put their dicks through. I soon saw a dick poking out at my brother. As soon as he began sucking it a girl dressed as Elvira lifted up his nightgown, pulled down his panties and began licking his hole. She seemed to be really into it. Soon a large black man pushed the girl away. He had on a basketball uniform; the Lakers, number 69. I could see his huge erection protruding through his shorts. Lowering them, he revealed the biggest cock I ever saw. Must have been over a foot long, and very thick. It reminded me of a black baseball bat. When he entered my brother, James cried out in shock and pain but also in pleasure. No longer able to bear to watch, I ran out of the Maze as quickly as I could.
