This is part 2 of the story with the same name. It can be found in Loving Wives, and while it is not necessary to read it first, I think it would help make this a better read.
About a week after our "walk on the wild side" with Candy and Paul, we had an interesting surprise. My 21 year old sister called me and asked if she could stay with us during her 10 day Spring Break from college. Our folks were in the Chicago area here until about 3 months ago, when they had to move to Denver because my Dad got transferred.
My sister Ronnie had lived here all her life, and her roots were here as well as her friends. Her college was not that far away. I told her "Sure, come on out," as we had two empty bedrooms in our 3 bedroom house. One was furnished as a guest room, while the other served as my 'office'.
Though I am 3 years older than Ronnie, we had always gotten along well, and her and my wife Laura were fairly close too. She has short brown hair and big blue eyes. Ronnie is a frisky little girl, emphasis on "little". She stands 5 feet tall, and weighs about 95 pounds soaking wet. She has a great figure in my book, with a slender waist, great ass, and small tits. Definitely a member of the "itty bitty tittie" club.
Though I realize I should not look at my sister that way, it is hard not to. Not when she is so damn appealing, and terminally flirtatious. I often think that she may be a closet exhibitionist with the way she struts her stuff. We had many "close calls" as kids, with her walking in on me when I was getting out of the shower, and vice-versa. She also had a knack for leaving her bedroom door open, and I would get juicy glimpses of her while dressing or undressing. I also had fun with some of her dirty panties. After years of these close calls, I started to think she intended for that to happen, which drove me nuts. What's a horny American male to do?
Her school is about 150 miles from our house, and she has a car that my folks bought for her after graduating high school with a 3.82 GPA. She is no dummy. She drove in on a Saturday, and I unloaded her car for her while her and Laura gabbed and got caught up.
We told Ronnie to make herself at home. She had been to our house many times, but never as a guest for an extended period. I knew she would settle right in though, as we have all the creature comforts she was accustomed to at our folks' house.
After getting her things unpacked, Ronnie came downstairs and we talked about what we would do on her first night of her Spring Break. She said that she didn't necessarily have her heart set on anything, and that she would probably be happy with anything we wanted to do. Laura agreed and it was decided that it would be up to me to decide what we would do that night. I decided to treat the girls to something nice, so I made a reservation for us at a local Cantonese restaurant that Laura and I loved, but rarely went to.
Laura and I dressed semi-casual, me in Dockers and a Polo shirt, and Laura in dress jeans with a nice tank top. Ronnie wore a short skirt and a tank top. Both girls looked very nice, and I got a few envious looks from men at the restaurant who were probably jealous that I had these two lovelies with me. Dinner went well, we all had excellent dishes, and we also all had a lot to drink. I can never resist having a few Zombies when I go there, and both girls had Navy Grogs, all of which are known for their potency.
After dinner we elected to go to Morrison's for a couple more drinks. The band was the same as the week before, which was fine with me. They were good. We weren't there for more than 10 minutes before a guy asked Laura to dance with him, obviously unaware that she was my wife. She looked at me and I nodded 'ok', so off she went out to the dance floor.
It was nice to be alone with Ronnie for the first time. I asked her all of the perfunctory questions about school, and she filled me in on how she was doing. I told her to be sure to keep in touch with the folks, and she said she would, and we continued the drill for a couple more minutes until the next tune started. Laura was still on the dance floor with whoever that guy was, so Ronnie grabbed me by the arm and said, "You're dancing with me now, buster!" She kiddingly dragged me out to the dance floor, but I didn't give much resistance, as anyone would want to dance with a hottie like Ronnie.
She was wearing a white skirt and a yellow tank top, and it contrasted with her skin well. She was pretty tan from going to tanning salons at school. Now, Ronnie is a seriously good dancer, of which I was not aware before tonight. She moved it around the dance floor really well, and she treated me like a boyfriend, with her closeness and style. As hard as I tried, I couldn't help but notice her figure. Great ass, great hips, and those little tits of hers were just as jiggly as they could be. She also had a suggestive way of getting up and down, and I saw down the front of her tank top quite a few times.
For sure she was braless, as you pretty much have to be to wear a tank top like hers and have it look good. A bra would have ruined her look. We finished a couple of dances, and went back to our table. Laura was there, and she asked Ronnie how I had done out there on the dance floor. Ronnie said I did ok.
"Just ok?" Laura asked Ronnie.
"Yeah, I think he needs to loosen up, Laura." Ronnie replied.
"Let's show him how it's done, Ronnie." and Ronnie agreed. They got up and went out on the dance floor together, and I sat to watch. There are few things that look finer to me than 2 great looking women dancing with each other, especially when they know how to dance. These two looked great, moving their asses and shaking their tits around the dance floor. I think Laura was braless too.
We kept drinking and dancing and got fairly plowed, and left the bar at about midnight. Both girls dozed off in the car on the ride home. When we got to my house, I buzzed the garage door up and pulled it in, with 2 sleeping beauties in my car! They were probably more smashed than I realized. I clumsily helped Laura upstairs to our bedroom, and laid her down on the bed. When I went back for Ronnie, she was sort of waking up, and I didn't have to carry her, but I stayed with her in case she was unsteady.
After I got Ronnie settled in her room, I went to tend to my wife. She was still out cold. Laura can't really hold her liquor. I had her on her back on the bed and got her out of her jeans, then tucked her in, wearing just her tank top and panties.
Ronnie had been kind of semi-out-of-it when I left her a few minutes ago, so I decided to see if she was ok. The door to the bedroom I had her in was still opened the way I left it when I brought her in, and I peeked in. Good grief. Ronnie had gotten her skirt off just after I left, and had evidently dozed off. Her skirt was on the floor, and she was sprawled on the bed in her panties and tank top. Worse yet, the head of the bed was on the far wall, meaning her head was farthest from me, and her legs were pointing at me. And her crotch.