Sam threw a pillow at me. "Hey!" I exclaimed, "What was the meaning for that?" She gave me a stern look and I knew clearly why she had thrown the pillow at me. I had just asked the group of girls, Joe- 18; Missy-18; and Sam 18(today), if they had ever dreamt about being with one of their brothers. We were celebrating Sam's 18th birthday and we sprawled out on her den floor watching movies and chowing down on junk.
I had just turned 18 last week and my folks threw me a big bash that overcame any party anyone had ever thrown. Anyone who was anyone was there(The 'rents had money!) I wanted something small and intimate-like now- but they insisted otherwise.
Joe got up to stretch a bit. She was wearing her favorite pajamas-pink tank and shorts with brown teddy bears on them. She was very small, but blessed with all the right things in all the right places. She giggled, "Come on guys. Liz has a point here." She sat back down, "If I had a brother as hot as her's, I'd want to do him too!"
A pillow was thrown at her. "Joe!?! I can't believe you!"
"Sam, you know you've thought about Jon!" Missy yelled. "I've thought about going at it with my brother, but I'd never do it." She agreed matter-of-factly.
"See!" I yelled and more pillows were thrown. It was getting pretty late and I could tell that everyone was getting restless. So I decided to liven the party. "Let's play a game!"
Missy perked up, she bounced and you could see her 38C breast jump with her. She was the oldest and most experienced out of the group. (But that's another story) "Cool, what game?"