I was getting a blowjob from my roommate's girlfriend when my cell phone rang. I checked the number, didn't recognize it, and didn't worry about it - I was trying to get a nut.
The phone rang again.
"Damnit! Sorry, I gotta take it," I said.
"Fuck it," she said, jerking my meat absently, "Make it quick."
"Whaaaat?" I hollered into the phone, trying to sound as disturbed as possible.
A young woman's voice: "Jaime Fitzgerald, we gotta talk."
"What?"
A young woman's sigh of exasperation.
"I have some news you might not like," the voice continued.
I couldn't place it for a second, the voice was dark, quiet, and low ... a tinge of Spanish accent ... then I realized who it was; my Cousin Ginny. I hadn't talked to her in years but she was the type of girl that once you met her - you never forgot her; she was smoking hot.
"Ginny! What's up?"
There was something kinky about talking to my hot cousin with another girl jerking on my meat.
"Dude, Listen," her tone was serious.
I leaned up and the girl between my legs gave me a look of disgust.
"What's wrong?" I asked shrugging an apology to the girl stroking my meat.
"It's your Sister - Tabby."
I stood up and pushed the girl between my legs away before fumbling to pull up my jeans.
"What the fuck?" She spat, the look of disgust transformed into a look of astonishment.
"Sorry, Mindy, I gotta take this call."
"Fuck you, Faggot!" She grabbed her shirt off the floor, stood up, and wiped her mouth. "My name's Cindy!"
"Whatever ... I gotta go."
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I stepped off the icy sidewalk in front of my building and ducked under a low branch of one of the oaks that dotted the campus. I leaned against the tree and braced myself - in the back of my mind I always knew that crazy shit would happen to my crazy Little Sister.
"Alright, hit me. What happened?" I asked.
"She's getting married."
Okay, so she wasn't dead or in the hospital but the pain I felt was nearly the same.
"Who?" I asked.
"Tabby!"
Ginny was a joker with a sadistic streak and always had been.
"Who ... is ... she ... marrying?" I asked as calmly as I could.
"You wouldn't believe it if I told you," she squealed, "I'm fuckin' tweakin' about it myself!"
I didn't say anything ... It didn't really matter who she married ... I knew it couldn't be me. I crushed some old acorns with my heal, grinding them into the frozen mulch, hoping to hear Ginny tell me she was just messing with me.
"I'm gonna be a bridesmaid! Can you imagine that? I gotta really hot dress and even got the 'Fuck Me Pumps' to go with it!"
The thought of Ginny in a sexy dress made my blood pressure rise a notch. Ginny's Mother, my Aunt Vivian, had been a relatively famous model in South America twenty years ago and Ginny had definitely inherited her looks.
I still had an old Spanish Language magazine featuring a spread of Vivian in her best years. It was one of the few treasures I'd brought to school with me. I could never figure out how my Uncle had managed to score some fine ass like that. Vivian must have come to her senses eventually because she divorced him and went back to Buenos Aires when Ginny started her first year of college.
"Are you listening to me, Jaime?" Ginny asked, snapping me out of my thoughts.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm sure you'll look great - by the way, when is the wedding?"
"Your parents just flew in yesterday."
"Where?" I asked impatiently.
"Your Mom is there already. I can't wait to see them together - you know that's gonna be a real party."
I wanted details about the wedding - and she was dodging me.
My Mother, Elenya, and Tabby hated each other and it wasn't a family secret. Tabby looked exactly like her; beautiful long blonde hair; full pouty lips; bright green eyes, fortunately, she was completely the opposite inside.
"Why is she getting married?" A pang of horror at the thought that she was pregnant caused me to cringe at my own question.
"Is she pregnant again?" I asked, praying the answer was no.
"Probably ...." Ginny hesitated, waiting for my response.
"Ginny, please stop being an ass."
"Why does anyone get married, Boludo?" They marry for money!"
Funny.
My heart stopped for a moment and panic started to kick in, I had to get off the phone before I lost my composure.
"I got finals, Ginny, I need to study."
She ignored me.
"I've been dying to hang out with you and I can't think of a better reason."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"You're picking me up on the way to Vegas."
"Vegas?"
"Where else would our little Miss Tabby tie the fuckin' knot?"
"That's a two day drive from Chicago, at least," I protested. "Not to mention the two days it'll take me to get to your campus."
"Then you better get your ass moving," she said, "we got three days and you better be there."
She hung up.
When I went back into the apartment Mindy was too busy sucking my roommate's dick to notice me. He sat in my lounge chair and played a video game while she worked him over.
"I love you, baby!" he said as he took out another zombie.
The room reeked of weed.
"I love you, too," she said around a mouthful of his cock.
Call me selfish but there was no way I'd ever let Tabby get married - not if I could find a way to stop it.
I packed my bags and left - no time to waste.
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I made good time to Texas ... fourteen hours in what should have taken twenty.
My second-hand Alpha Romeo Spider was old but I maintained it well. I chastised myself for not getting an oil change but there just wasn't enough time.
I called Ginny when I got to her campus. She was waiting on the long redwood porch of her sorority house with a pile of bags at her feet when I pulled into the roundabout.
My jaw literally dropped when I took her in.
It was unseasonably warm in Texas so she wore wide legged khaki shorts and sported the latest fashionable high heeled sandals. Her luscious tits practically spilled out of a bright pink Spanish-style halter.
Her skin was a caramel that literally glowed golden in the glaring sun. Her perfect teardrop breasts were huge in proportion to her thin frame and her dark nipples were just visible through the thin material of her top.
Her brown legs were almost too perfect to describe - long, thin, and athletic. She didn't wear any jewelry other than a thin silver chain on her left ankle. With a body like hers she wouldn't need the help of accessories.
Shiny black hair spilled over her shoulders; her bangs framed her rich almond eyes and her perfect Latin features brilliantly.
She crowned it all with a wide shining smile that only rich people could afford. I had no doubt that she could be a famous model like her mother - if she chose to. Knowing her, though, she'd more likely end up in a biker gang.
In all, she had a Castilian Spanish look that spoke of exotic locales and old European money ... a far cry from the alabaster Irish-Russian half of the family I was descended from. Comparing the two sides of our family was a lot like comparing Rio to Berlin.
"Jaime!" She cried as she threw her bags in the back, threw herself on top of me, and planted a big wet kiss on my forehead.
I stirred in my pants at the touch of her full moist lips.
A tinge of guilt twisted inside me. Tabby had always been the sexiest woman in my life and I hadn't been in love with anyone since her. She was my sister, a mother, and apparently well on her way to being a wife but my love for her had never faltered - not until this very moment.
"Damn, you got kinda sexy!" she gushed.
"You too," I stammered as she let herself fall back into the passenger seat. "I mean ...!"
"Shut up while still you're ahead, Silly," she laughed.
Without asking my permission, she reached up, unlatched the flimsy vinyl convertible top, and pushed it back.
I was mesmerized by the delicious curve of her mocha hips and navel as she stretched and turned in the passenger seat to stow the top.
My eyes rose to her breasts and the nipples straining the material of her stretched halter.
I was guessing D cup but how they stayed in place on her tiny frame without a bra was a mystery to me ... they were too perfect to be natural and I wondered if she was so shallow as to get fake tits so young.
I had to consciously stop myself from reaching out and touching them to find out, so I settled for drinking in her beauty with my eyes.
She ended up being bent, precipitously, over the back of the passenger seat while she struggled with the stack. The Khakis rode high and a good bit of her lovely round ass was exposed.
I let my eyes surf the long sweep of her thighs and calves. The shorts weren't designed to leave much to the imagination and I took full advantage of it.
She spun and plopped back into the passenger seat while whipping her hair back into a quick pony-tail. She shot me a little wicked smile as I watched her mesmerized.
"¡Vamos!" She slapped the dashboard to snap me out of my stupor. "Vegas, remember?"
I looked sideways at her. "Take it easy, this car's a classic."
She defiantly folded her arms.
"Well then, what's the point of having a shitty little Italian convertible if you don't put the top down?"
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We talked non-stop for hours as I drove.
She'd picked up the Texas "twang" in the last few years and her vocabulary was still as vulgar as I remembered.
I think I always liked that about her ... she was a little naughty, had more balls than the Chicago Bulls, and I tended to think it was her influence that steered Tabby down some dark paths when we were younger.
She told me all about the exclusive private college she attended, sprinkling her sentences artfully with saucy Argentinean idioms and variations of the words 'fuck' and 'shit'.
