Becca was a true and utter cunt. I consider myself a nice guy, and a gentleman at that, but when it came down to it there was no other way to describe her. Let me back up and explain what's led me to lose my cool like this.
I'm a senior in high school. I'm pretty young for my grade, and turned 18 at the end of the year. Between being a pretty scrawny guy, and worrying more about my grades than my peers, I'm considered a pretty big geek.
I'm not too worried about it though, because I've gotten a scholarship to Yale and deep down I know that people there will look beyond the fact that I'm not rippling with muscles or 8 feet tall. In the meantime, it kind of blows though. I haven't had much sexual experience...well, none outside of a girl that I dated for a year. But I'm not here to talk about that.
I am here to talk about the other sexual experiences I've had: Becca. Becca is my sister, and is the total opposite of me. She's over six feet tall, and is an intimidating woman. Her athletic frame is matched with pretty large breasts, and though she has a pretty face she's kind of a bitch, and it makes her pretty imposing. Boys and girls alike in school tended to yield to her, she's an alpha female, if you will.
She's also really unlike me in that she's dumb as a bag of rocks. Becca barely graduated, and college wasn't even a thought for her. Despite being 23, she's still living at home with my parents. She works as a clerk at some fashionable store at the mall, selling skinny jeans to bitchy teens. She parties every night and has no real prospects for the future. I can't emphasize how different we actually are, but the night that everything started is a pretty good example...
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I was up late in my room reading a physics textbook. Despite doing very well in my classes, I wanted to get a head start on some of my college classes next fall. Becca always complained that the light coming from the crack of my door bothered her, so I had to read with a small clip-on reading light that also served as bookmark. There was no way she could see light from my room, but I didn't have the energy or balls to argue it.
Despite the clock saying it was 2 A.M. I was wide awake. I thought about going downstairs to get some soda when I heard Becca come in. I could wait; I wasn't thirsty enough to warrant an encounter with drunken Becca.
I heard giggling and extra footsteps as she stumbled up the stairs and past my doorway. We were the only two bedrooms on the top floor, my parents' master bedroom was on the main floor. This happened surprisingly frequently: Becca would come home drunk with some random guy, give him a sloppy fuck, and then send him packing in the middle of the night.
No matter how I tried to time it, I never saw the guy in the house. I always wondered what kinds of guys she was bringing home, and could only see them as they walked down the driveway an hour or two after arriving. Becca was an objectively attractive girl, and I imagine she had her pick of the pack when she went out to bars. I secretly shuddered as I thought about my girlfriend being attractive and having sex with boys, and went back to my textbook.
I heard Becca's door close as they went back to her bedroom. She was usually pretty quiet, but tonight she must have been especially drunk. I groaned as I knew what I was in for...a long night of hearing Becca's sex sounds while I tried to study. It was pretty rude, not to mention undignified.
My physics book beckoned as I heard Becca go through the routines. Our headboards shared a wall, and I unfortunately knew too much about her sex life. First started the familiar slurping as I realized she was giving him head. I'd gotten a couple blowjobs before, and never really understood the appeal. Sure, it felt good...but not good enough to warrant all of the fuss people made about it. Maybe the girl just wasn't good at it, I don't know.
I started rooting around for my desk to look for my headphones. I tried not to make a lot of noise, because if Becca knew I was awake she'd get pissed at me and call me a perv for still being awake. As I started to open my desk drawers, I heard Becca burst out laughing. That was a new sound; I figured by now she'd be fucking him senseless.
"Shut up!" I heard the guy boom, too loud for this late at night.
"Oh my god, it's so small!" Becca was making fun of this guy's cock.
I felt bad, but also kind of intrigued. Having limited sexual experience, I saw most of the dicks I'd seen in porn, and knew that was hardly realistic. I figured my 6-inch penis was modest, but probably not huge. What if she was laughing at this guy's 6-incher though?
Suddenly I felt really insecure. Becca had a way of getting under my skin, even if it pertained to something I didn't know or care about. Before I knew it, I was tip-toeing to my door. I wanted to peek.
I'm not sure why, but some force was driving me to see this guy's dick. Maybe that sounds like a gay thing, but it was entirely an issue of insecurity and validation. I wanted to know how small he was, and if I was small too. I figured Becca and her suitor were too drunk to notice a Peeping Tom in the crack of the door.
I crept to the door and slowly turned the knob, waiting to hear a break in their conversation. They were bickering back and forth, and Becca was still laughing, more rambunctious than she was before. She was clearly more drunk than usual.
"Jesus Christ, you told me you were hung!"
"Well, I kind of am..." the guy was holding a pillow over his dick. At that point I probably could have left, it's not like he was going to flaunt it.
"No, you're not, Chad." She held her hands on her hips, and I realized she was totally naked from the waist down. I guessed that the slurping sound I'd heard was Chad going down on her, because her vagina and thighs were glistening as though they were wet. "That's the most pathetic dick I've ever seen."
"It just needs to get hard!" Becca crossed her arms cynically. "Seriously, just...fluff me up a bit, you'll see!" Becca approached him on the bed and stood between us, blocking my view. She got down on her knees and moved the pillow off his lap, bobbing her head up and down in tiny motions on Chad's flaccid cock.
I felt my own cock starting to harden at the sight of this guy getting blown. I tried to keep my eyes off my sister's sculpted ass as her body moved slightly with every bob of her head. "Well?" she asked as she took a break.
"Keep going," he said as he pushed her head back onto her cock. "Yeahhh, just like that..." I slowly rubbed my cock as I watched my sister blow this guy through a crack in the doorway. Suddenly she stopped and looked up at him.
"Ok, it's rock hard and it's still tiny Chad. I don't have time for this shit." She leaned over and cracked her neck in discomfort, revealing Chad's bright red dick. It WAS tiny. It must have been two or three inches, and thin as a pencil. I suddenly felt like a horse, watching this handsome, chiseled man shamefully cover his little prick.
"Fucking bitch," he spat as he pulled his jeans over his dick and started to zip up. "Just as well, I probably would've gotten hepatitis or something from your ass."
