It was hard for me to categorize this story, as it has a lot of different components to it between the four characters. There's a sibling romance, a little teacher/student, and even a little group stuff. Hopefully you aren't too turned off by any of these to give this story a shot!
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A Friday night in Anytown, USA...
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"Um, okay, two words," Annie said as Savannah began the new round of TV show charades.
Savannah looked a little unsure of what to do for just a moment, then an idea hit her, and she began to act as though she were being arrested.
"Oh, okay, you are a bad guy being arrested. Cops!"
Savannah stomped her foot and held up two fingers, reminding Annie that there were two words in her particular show.
"Right, forgot, sorry! Keep going, Savannah, give me something else!"
Savannah thought for a little bit, then began to act like she was snorting something up her nose.
"Uhhh...you are smelling something strange. I don't know any shows about smell, Savannah!"
Savannah looked very frustrated with her partner. It was a look that everyone in the room had seen several times before, because every time the four of them did anything that involved competition, Savannah always got way too serious with it.
"Only one more minute, Savannah!" Felicity teased. "You're gonna lose!"
Savannah brushed off the taunting and started to act as though she were injecting a needle in her arm, and followed that up with trying to look as relaxed as she possibly could.
"Oh, I see, you're doing drugs!" Annie exclaimed. "Um, shows about drugs...That 70's Show?"
Savannah glared at Annie and, as calmly as she could, held up two fingers again.
"Ugh, sorry! And I guess they didn't stick needles in their arms on that show, anyway. I guess they just took weed or something?"
"Took weed?" Felicity teased. "Who says that? 'Took weed'. You're such a nerd!"
Savannah clapped her hands angrily and got Annie's attention once again. There were about thirty seconds left on the timer, and Savannah had a new angle.
All of a sudden, in the blink of an eye, she pulled her pants completely off of her body, leaving her standing there in her shirt and a pair of white cotton panties. Then she made like she was grabbing on to some kind of imaginary stick in thin air and started to mimic the action of stirring a pot.
"What the..." Annie wondered aloud. "Okay, you're some kind of...sexy witch thing brewing up a potion. Bewitched?"
Using both hands, and looking furious, Savannah once again held up two fingers on each hand, shaking with violent tremors.
"That is two words!" Annie shouted out. "Be, witched!"
"Only ten more seconds!" Felicity called out. "You'll never make it! Get ready to drink up, bitches!"
In a last-ditch effort that turned out to be a stroke of brilliance, Savannah ran over to Annie, snatched her glasses off of her face, and put them on her own. Then she grabbed a cowgirl hat that she randomly had sitting on a shelf by the couch and stuck it on her head. She stood in front of Annie and looked at her menacingly.
"OH! You're Walter White! Breaking Bad!" Annie called out just before the timer went off.
"Son-of-a-bitch!" Felicity exclaimed.
"Woo-hoo!" Savannah screamed out as she gave Annie a high-five. "Good job Annie! Now, to use your own words against you, Felicity, drink up bitches!"
"Ugh, whatever," Felicity said.
Felicity poured two shots of whiskey and passed one over to her silent and brooding partner.
"Here ya' go, Brynn."
Brynn was mid-gulp on a beer as Felicity passed the shot over to her. Brynn lowered the beer from her face just long enough to put the shot back. Then she passed the empty glass back to Felicity and continued to drink her beer.
"You okay, sweetie?" Felicity asked her.
"Yeah, m'fine. Sorry if I seem a little mopey guys, it's just...well, you know."
Earlier in the day, from out of nowhere as far as Brynn was concerned, her boyfriend of five months had broken up with her. She had considered not showing up to the get-together with her close friends that she had known since their freshman year in college, but they had talked her in to coming. They had told her that it would make her feel better, but so far, that had proven not to be true.
"Oh, come on Brynn, forget that jerk!" Savannah said. "You were way too hot for him anyway. That lazy eye of his always bothered me, you know."
At that, Brynn looked up at her friend and replied, almost achieving a smile.
"You really think I was too hot for him?"
"Are you kidding!? Look at you! Great rack, nice little bubble butt, and you're as cute as a button!"
"Jeez, Savannah," Felicity chimed in. "You're not thinking about turning lesbo again, are you?"
"First of all, I was never a lesbian, just...bi-curious. Secondly, why are you asking? You interested?"
"As I told you several times in college, Savannah, I am certainly not interested in touching, groping, or licking any body parts of any females, especially those that belong to one of my best friends."
"See, now that hurts, Felicity. You saying I'm not hot enough for you?"
Savannah had always been very confident in her body, and for good reason. She had an athletically thick build, with broad shoulders, prominent breasts, and legs that were probably strong enough to choke out a young deer. She worked very hard on her body, and got a lot of attention for it.
"You are very attractive, Savannah," Felicity responded patiently. "I just have no interest in eating your pussy. Besides, even if I did, I doubt you would be able to work me in to your busy sex life."
"Hmm, kinda sounds like you're calling me a slut, dear friend of mine."
"Do you deny it?"
Savannah considered the question for a moment.
"Nah, I do love me some sex."
"How many guys...well, people, would you say you have had sex with in your lifetime, Savannah?" Annie asked. "No judgment, by the way. I love that you are so open with your sexuality, I almost envy it. I am curious, though. How many?"
Savannah thought for a while.
"Well, it's hard to pinpoint an exact number. Contrary to popular belief, it's not like I'm fucking someone different every night or anything. If you made me guess, though, I'd have to say...fifty-ish."
"Shit!" Annie cried out.
"Sounded a little like judgment, there, Annie."
"No! It just took me by surprise. I guess I had a number in my head that was a tad lower than that, and then you came out and said fifty!"
"Well, fifty-ish. And for the record, despite all my years of almost countless encounters, my butt remains completely untainted!"
"Good for you, Savannah!" Felicity said. "Way to maintain your anal virginity and hold on to at least part of your dignity!"
"How about you, Annie?" Savannah asked, side-stepping the comment from Felicity. "What's your magic number?"
"Oh, come on, you guys know that I haven't had much luck in that department in my 27 years of life."
"I can think of three boyfriends off the top of my head that you've had," Felicity said, "so I know it's at least three."
"And there you have it, that's my big number right there. Three boyfriends equals three sexual partners."
"Never had any random hookups?" Savannah asked. "Not even once?"
"Not once."
"Why not?"
"It's not like I don't want to, don't get me wrong. I'm not morally opposed to hooking up with random guys, I was serious when I said I kind of envy you, Savannah."
"Then let's find you a guy, Annie! I know plenty of beefcakes down at my gym who would love to get into your pants."
"Ew, Savannah!" Felicity said.
"It's not that I can't find someone to have sex with," Annie said. "It's more of a 'me' problem. I've just never been comfortable with that many people to open up sexually with them. You guys, all three of you, are so hot. Savannah, you define sexiness with your athletic body and your, what are those, D-cups? And like you already said before, Brynn is so cute and has a great body. Felicity, you're so thin and curvy...and me, I've just never felt like I'm in the same league as you guys."
"Stop that!" Savannah replied. "You are just as hot as we are, if not hotter. The whole geek thing is super sexy right now!"
"Wow, Savannah," Annie responded. "That makes me feel so good. You ever thought about being a guidance counselor?"
"What Savannah is trying to say, Annie," Felicity said, "is that your look is just different than ours. You are petite and beautiful. You've got that whole, I don't know, Natalie Portman thing going on. It works for you, you just need to accept it. Flaunt it!"
"She's right, Annie," Savannah continued. "I think you are the prettiest out of all of us, always have. I know I'd do you."
"Yeah, well you'd do anything that walks upright," Annie joked.
"You know, you guys keep calling me a slut," Savannah retorted, "but you forget that someone else in this room used to be just as much of a slut as I am before she went and got all religious and whatnot."
"Hey!" Felicity said. "That's...well, yeah, that may be slightly true, but that was then, and this is now. And I'm not THAT religious. I am drinking and swearing like the rest of you."
"Yeah, but you're not having sex like the rest of us!" Savannah teased.
"That's okay, Parker is very much worth the wait."
"You guys seriously haven't had sex in six years of dating?"
"Nope. Six years, three months, and twenty-two days of no sex. And in four months, five days, and sixteen hours, when we are married, we are going to have the hottest sex in the history of mankind. No, not mankind. The world."
"You must be pretty backed up, though," Annie said.
"Well, like I said, it's worth it. But yes, I am pretty, uh, backed up, as you say. Let's just say my fingers have gotten quite a workout over these last several years. I could probably crush a rock between my thumb and forefinger."
"Have you tried to, you know, engage him physically?"
"I have, but to no avail."
"You don't think he's...you know, into dudes, right?"
"No, I don't think so. Every time I try to get him to do stuff to me, he kind of gets into it for a little bit. And even though he always eventually stops me, I can always get him super hard first."
"Damn, girl," Savannah said. "You must really love him. I know that I could never-"
"I'm a virgin," Brynn blurted out all of a sudden.
The other three girls completely stopped in the middle of their conversation and slowly turned their heads towards Brynn, looking at her wide-eyed and open-mouthed. Brynn looked back at them, let out a long belch, scratched her crotch, and finished up the rest of her beer in one giant gulp.
