Well, it's been a little over a year since the night I fucked my drunk big sister at her sorority party, and now I'm a student at the same college. Weird, you go from being a BMOC senior in High School, to once again being a lowly freshman. I wanted to party, that's for sure, but being a frosh (and after the way the last party turned out) I figured that my Sister wouldn't invite me to any more sorority parties; and I was partly right: she invited me to a fraternity party instead.
"Don't worry, little Brother," she said with a smile, invisible to him on the other end of the phone, "there'll be girls from lots of sororities and some that aren't even Greeks there, actually you'll probably have a lot more fun at this party than the last one..."
"Oh, I don't think that's possible Sis," I said, my implication clear, but only to the two of us.
Marie blushed at the other end of the line, I could almost hear it, emanating from her silent pause. "Well, are you going to come or not?"
"I'll be there," I told her.
"Great," she said, excitedly, "I can't wait for you to meet Ryan!"
Of course, I realized, feeling a little let down. It was her boyfriend's Frat that was throwing the party, and that meant that Sis would be hanging on his arm all night. Plus, it meant that there definitely wouldn't be a repeat of what happened last time, and though he'd expected that, he'd hoped for one anyhow.
We said a few more things of no real consequence before I let her go, and puttered around my new dorm room, putting my stuff away. I was lucky, my assigned roomie wouldn't arrive for a few days, so I could set things up how I wanted them and he'd just have to deal. When that was done, I spent some time surfing the net, and in general thinking about what might lie ahead of me that evening... girls, booze, making new friends.
After a few hours, I was rummaging about in my stuff getting ready to go when there was a light knock at the door. "Yeah," I called, and to my surprise my little sister Angie let herself in. She was dressed in tight jeans and a tank top, and her hair and makeup was all done up. Jeez, I thought, I sure do have cute sisters. "What's up," I said.
"Hey, just wanted to let you know Marie asked me to come to the party too," Angie said, and I was a little surprised she had since Angie is the baby of the family and as the oldest Marie treats her that way a lot, so do I. But it made sense too, if Marie was trying to surround herself with people to keep the subject from turning to what she and I did at the Balls Out Party last year. Besides, she was 18 and a Senior in high school by then, just like I was when Marie invited me to a party, so why not? "So, do you mind if I ride with you," Angie asked, her eyebrows raised.
"Sure, I mean, it's OK," I said, then thought I better add, "You're here already anyhow." Didn't want to seem too easy.
"This is gonna be so fun!" She said excitedly, bouncing up and down the way girls do. "Thanks!" And laying a kiss on my cheek she bounded out the door, closing it behind her.
Where the hell is she going, I wondered, but found out in a minute when she returned. And she wasn't alone.
"Hi Billy," Angie's best friend Sandy said with a smile as I stood there a little surprised to see her, though I quickly got my composure and smiled back at the girl with a lopsided grin meant to make her weak in the knees. Sandy was Angie's hottest friend, and she was also one of the girls from our home town with a bit of a reputation, since her folks were not exactly stellar influences. I definitely saw possibilities in the situation, I mean, here she was, in my dorm room, miles away from anyone else who knew her, miles away from parents and rules. And about to go out drinking. Yeah, definite possibilities there.
Sandy laughed hollowly, soft chuckles that barely escaped her red lips, and shot a look at my Sister which Angie conspiratorially returned.
I finished getting ready, in a big hurry so they wouldn't get bored, and in a few minutes we were out the door walking down the street.
Now, there were parties going on in all the houses on the row, it seemed, but there was no mistaking that a party was definitely underway here. As we walked up to the door I spotted this big guy sitting on a stool in the doorway, wearing a football jersey, and I had no doubt he was on the team. Suddenly I remembered what Marie had said about the Frat guys making all the girls flash their tits to get into their parties, and wondered if she'd warned Sandy & Angie about that. Then I wondered if I was about to get to see my little sister's tits, and her hottie friend's.
Sure enough, the guy stopped us at the door. "What's the password," he said to the girls with a leering grin.
Angie looked nervously from him to me, and then, though she trembled a little as she did so, she lifted her shirt (which was the kind of fancy top with the sewn in support cups) and exposed her perfect little breasts, which were actually a bit more full, and definitely nicer than I'd expected.
As Angie lowered her shirt, and wiggled to get her tits back in just right, the big guy smiled at her and said, "Nice. Go on in."