Hugging the wall, Christine could tell her big brother was going
to town
on his huge cock.
God, fully aroused, he's fucking bigger than the shower suggested
. Matt's white mesh shorts were down around his ankles, his big heavy balls resting between his sculpted thighs on his desk chair's leather seat. Christine bit her lip, barely suppressing a desire to rush into the room, drop to her knees, and suck on them.
Matt is a NCAA athlete with a large frame. His hands have to be at least five inches wide. He's working that fucking thick shaft with both of them and they're not touching his head. Bastard has a fucking foot of cock. Fuck.
Christy felt something strange on her calves. Looking down, she realized that not only were her panties soaked but fluid was literally running down her legs. Just as she was about to attend to more of the show and put her free hand down her panties, the door rang. She ran to her room to clean up.
Pulling his long mesh shorts up, Matt tucked his fully erect cock down the right leg. He felt shame for fantasizing about his own fucking sister, but beating himself up would have to fucking wait. If he did not attend to these guests properly and his parents heard about it, he would be getting shit from them relentlessly into his fucking thirties.
Christine came down to the party, quickly recognizing some friends. Shouts of "Cee Cee" rang throughout the house. She greeted friends and strangers alike with hugs and kisses and a promise to "get fucked up" before the night was over. Christine beamed inwardly as she felt a few hands reach out and either grab or slap her ass as she made her way through the room. She had done it, she had sent the signal that she was available for sex. Christine was "fuckable." She got a beer from the kitchen and went to the living room to dance. Tonight, she was going to fuck.
After finishing his third double IPA of the night, Matt walked back inside and started looking around to see if he recognized anyone in the party. If it were not for his athletic mass, he would have been feeling the Everclear and beer by now, but he just had a hint of a buzz going on. He grabbed another beer and started hanging around a group of student-athletes he knew.
Finishing her third full beer of the night, Christine was starting to feel drunk. Handing her cup to a friend to toss for her, Christine turned to her latest dancing partner. He was cute, between her height and Matt's, Latino, well-built, and seemed just slightly too old to be at a college party. Her friends would probably refer to him as "the creepy old guy at the party" in the morning despite the fact he was probably no older than thirty. That did not matter, neither did his name. Christine did not nag and beg her parents into unwittingly letting her host a kegger in their McMansion to hold rewarding conversation. She was here to fuck.
Christine leaned in and pressed her lips to those of her older, Latin dancing partner. With her friends cheering her on, she wrapped her arms around his neck and slipped her tongue into his mouth. Christine slid her right hand down from around his neck, down his abdomen, and grabbed his bulge. Hard. It felt nowhere near as big as Matt's, but it was nice.
More catcalls and cheers followed. Taking full advantage of her newfound liquid courage--and beginning brown-out--Christine slid to her knees and pulled the Latino creeper's fly down as she did. She looked up into his pleasantly shocked face as she took out his average brown cock out of his pants and ran her tongue over its lengths while maintaining eye contact. The fluttering light of dozens of camera phone flashes filled the room along with a chant of "CEE CEE. SUCK. THAT. COCK." As she steadied herself on his thighs and started bobbing her head on his length, Christine closed her eyes and found herself returning to her fantasy of sucking her brother.
During the start of Christine's debauchery, Matt had bumped into his chemistry lab partner, Ruchi. Matt found her deeply attractive. She was a light, Indian-American beauty who had a surprisingly feminine figure for an accomplished collegiate athlete; E cup breasts, wide hips, toned legs, and one of the nicest asses on campus were all found on the 5'4'' frame of the person who held many of the campus' athletic records. Ruchi, unfortunately, was also another student-athlete who took the "student" part of the hyphenate seriously. While Matt had long sensed a mutual attraction, neither of them ever had the time to pursue a romantic relationship.
But they had been flirting and talking with one another for most of the party now. Matt had finally managed to lure her to the porch to talk and be alone. Once they sat down, Matt leaned in and took Ruchi by her long raven hair, kissing her lush, dark lips softly at first. She didn't push him away. In fact, Ruchi seemed to welcome the kiss, so Matt grew bolder. He kissed her slightly harder on the mouth, slipping his tongue through her lips and one of his large hands on her equally large breast. Matt smiled through the kiss as he felt and heard Ruchi moan into his mouth.
Christine giggled. She had been game to take this further but pulled her mouth off her Latin paramour's cock once he suggested she let his equally older friends join in; this left a thick line of saliva connecting his cock and her mouth before it snapped and splattered on her face and breasts. Christine just kept laughing at him. This guy had had a drunk, game, and hot co-ed go down on him. In public. And he pushed his luck. Even while blitzed that set off alarms and lost her interest.
Telling her friends she was going to make herself a
real
drink and hoped she would find a real man when she returned, Christine sauntered into the kitchen and poured herself a mixture of soda, vodka and Jack. She sipped it at first, walking back out into the crowd, looking around for Matt. Christine chugged most of it by the time she reached the back door. She knocked on it at first, drunk and confused about what to do. Finally, she just embraced uncertainty, opened the door, and stepped outside. She beamed, spotting her big brother. "
Maaaaattt!
There you arrrree!"
Hearing the door open, Matt pulled back from the kiss and very reluctantly released Ruchi's now heaving breasts. He could tell Christine was drunk by the way she acting and he was sure Ruchi could too. "Yup here I am," he sighed.
"Hiii!" Giggling, Christine rudely planted herself between her big brother and Ruchi, spilling some of her drink on Ruchi's breasts and some on the porch. She glanced at Ruchi, looking over her figure defensively as she hugged Matt's waist and rubbed her cheek against his bulge. "Hey
slut
! It's my brrrfffdaaay! Are you gonna ... are you ... gonna ... fuck my brudda?!"
Matt could not believe this was happening. He had got one of the hottest, smartest, and most successful women in their university alone after crushing on her for four years. Now his
sister
off all people was cock-blocking him. Matt was a furious but mostly at himself
You stupid motherfucker, you got a girl hosting a kegger a truckload of alcohol. What the fuck did you think was going to happen? Chrissy was going to hold a motherfucking formal tea party?
The front of Ruchi's shirt was soaked and fully displaying her excited nipples. Christine continued to blather on, unaware of what she was saying. "Is your mouf
biiiig
, slut? Cause Matt's dick is like ...
huuugeee."
At this, Christine held her hands about sixteen inches apart in front of her scrunched up face. "I've seen him ... seen him in the show-errrr. Fucking.
Huuuuge
."
Ruchi gasped and made good her escape from the awkward scene. "Heeey? Where are
youuu
goooing," Christine called after her. Sitting up she finished off her drink. "Well,
I'm
still hereee,
big
brother." Christine grinned at Matt, happy to be with him.
Before this evening's little show in Christine's room, Matt would have been just as shocked as Ruchi to hear Christine discuss his anatomy like that. But it made a weird kind of sense now. Matt looked at his sister, equally aroused and worried. "Okay, little sister, two questions. First, do you really watch me in the shower? Second, how much have you had to drink?"
Christine looked up at her brother, smiling from ear to ear. "
Maaaybe,
" she giggled, poking his stomach with her finger. "Just by
acciiiideeent.
Don't be mad. Youuu know. I think I handled that pretty well. Pretty. Well. I did. I could have ... I could have told her I bounced on it tonight." She flashed a wicked and crooked smile up at him as she said this. "Or that I watched you stroke this to it afterwards," she said as she quickly snaked her hand up the leg of his shorts and grabbed his shaft. Even nearly fall-down-drunk, Christine understood she was touching the object of her fantasies for the first time and groaned. "Mmmm, fuck, you
are
huuuuuge," she moaned as she began to attempt polish off the few ounces of the soda-vodka-jack mixture left.
Matt could not believe his sister was speaking to him like this or fondling him so frankly. He had an especially hard time coming to grips with the fact that Christine had started this leg of the conversation by pouring her drink all over Ruchi and practically hugging his dick in front of her. And his anger over that set of events was now replaced with embarrassment that Christine had watched him gratify himself to her. Desperate for a diversion, he yanked her hand away from his dick, took the cup from her other hand and took a sip of it. "Holy crap that drink is strong. Now I can see why you're so trashed, Chrissy."
Christine shrugged and reached to get her drink back. "Well,
you
weren't theeere to
make
it," she whined. Leaning over his lap, Christine started to grasp for both her cup and Matt's cock. "It's my birthday ... c'mon, dance with meeee. I wanna dance with my
big
brotherrr!" Pulling of his grasp Christine got up and start tugging on Matt's hands, trying her best to get him up.
Matt kept trying to slow his little sister down and argue his way out of it but it was no use, Christine wanted to dance and there was no stopping her. Matt was never much of a dancer but he figured--or rather hoped--the dance would distract Christine from her recent efforts.
She pulled Matt inside the house, happy to get her way. She grabbed another beer on her way into the living room, sipping it as she walked. "I'm fiiine! I'm goood!" She giggled when she tripped on her own feet a few times, the intoxication taking a toll on her coordination. "I'm so fucking wassssteed!" She exclaimed, turning to Matt with a proud smile on her lips.
"Yeah you definitely had a few too many, Christine." Matt was glad he didn't know anyone else from the party--perhaps nobody else would recognize Christine was acting this way toward family.
Christine offered her beer to Matt's lips. "Just driiink and daaance," she instructed, letting him take the beer. When her hands were free she slipped her arms around his neck, dancing close to him, pressing her hips to his.
Matt chugged the rest of the beer hoping to drink away the thoughts that were making him feel uncomfortable. When Christine pressed her hips against his he tried not letting it bother him.
Christine swayed to the beat of the music, not worried about what was appropriate or not. She was having a good time and it was all because of her brother. She tightened her arms around his neck a bit, slowly rolling her hips against his as the music changed. She sighed, reveling in how good it felt to rub against him like that. She bit her lip, beginning to feel a tingling between her thighs made all the more sensitive because of how inebriated she was. The rough denim of Matt's jeans rubbing against the soft lace of her underwear made the friction even more exquisite.
Matt kept letting Christine dance on him, trying to block out the fact that it was her sister dancing on him. Feeling her grinding against him was starting to get to him again.
Christine continued grinding her crotch against her brother's, softly moaning with enjoyment. She leaned in close to his ear, loudly whispering to him so he'd hear over the music. "
