The sink was piled with dishes and Mom was pissed. They were supposed to be done before any of the ladies arrived for her yard party. Pam had put them off as long as she could, hoping they would go away. In the back of her mind she understood why Mom was mad. But would she admit that? No way.
She turned on the water in the sink and waited for it to get hot. What pissed her off was that Ethan had finished cutting the grass and all he had to do was take out the trash and he was free to go back to playing video games in his room, or whatever it was he did up there.
She picked up the first dish, a greasy pan with hard cheese baked on the edge. It wasn't fair. She could think of a million things she could be doing in her room, and most of them she could do with her clothes on.
She filled the sink with hot, soapy water and stuck her hands in. Before she was done with the first few dishes, someone rang the doorbell. She waited for Ethan or Mom to get it, but they weren't around and whoever it was rang the doorbell again.
"I'll get it," Pam shouted, and slapped the brush in the soapy water, which splashed on her blouse. She spit out a silent curse, washed the soap suds from her hands and blouse, and went to open the front door.
It was a girl, not one of the ladies for Mom's party. She looked like one of Ethan's friends, and she was wearing jeans and a dark t-shirt that were a couple of sizes too small for her chunky body. She had really big boobs that stretched the front of her tight shirt, and she wasn't wearing a bra. Her jeans were low on her hips, exposing the straps of her thong underwear, and the short shirt revealed her soft belly with a ring in her navel and a tattoo on her hip. She stopped chewing her gum and smiled.
"Hey. Can Ethan come out and play?" she said.
"Who are you?"
The girl on the other side of the screen door chuckled. "You're cute."
Ethan came in from the garage and saw her. His eyes lit up.
"Iris. What are you doing here?" he said, and opened the door to let her in.
"I came over to see if you wanna get busy."
Ethan scratched his head. "I can't. My Mom's home."
Iris touched his chest with her index finger.
"That's ok. She won't hear me scream if I got your cock in my mouth. What about you?"
He glanced at Pam. His face was bright red.
"Is this your sister?" Iris said with a quick smile.
"Yes. This is Pam."
Iris gave him a big kiss with her tongue in his mouth and rubbed the front of his shorts. He gasped when she pulled away, and looked at Pam.
"Why don't you go back to what you were doing?" he said.
Iris grinned at her. Pam frowned, but went back to the kitchen. Already, she hated that girl. It was so easy for other girls, like her or even Debbie, to get her brother. Why was it so hard to get him to share what he had with her?
Ethan watched her walking into the kitchen for a second. He was sorry to be so rude to her, but he suddenly had a burning lust for Iris, and he was rapidly growing stiff in his shorts.
"Where's your Mom now?" she said.
"She's in the back yard."
"Is your room up there?" she said, pointing up the stairs.
He looked in the direction she was pointing. "Yeah."
She grabbed his hand and practically dragged him up the stairs.
"Great. I can jump you and she'll never know."
He followed her ass up the stairs. It was a bit bigger and rounder than other girls, like Pam's, but it was still hot, especially squeezed into those tight jeans. And from the way her boobs jiggled and swayed under her shirt, it was painfully obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra. At the top of the stairs she turned left and went straight to his room, as if she had been there before. She stood inside the door, looking around.
"Wow. I like your room. These are all your movies? I haven't seen any of them. Are any of them dirty?" she said with a sly grin.
He shrugged. "A couple."
He had his hands in his pockets, hoping to cover the swelling that was pushing out the front. Iris didn't seem to notice, however. She touched the post at the foot of his bed.
"This is a nice bed. How many girls have you fucked on it?"
"Just a couple."
She pulled her t-shirt up over her big, round boobs.
"Wanna make me next?" she said.
She put her arms around his neck, tilted her head to the right and kissed him, pushing her tongue into his mouth. He opened wide and let it in, swirling his tongue with hers. There was no hiding the bulge in his shorts any longer. Her soft belly was pressed against it. He reached up and squeezed her boobs, and that made her moan.
"Your hands are so warm. I like it when you touch me."
She ground herself on his erection, then put her mouth back on his.
He wanted her badly. There was something about her that wasn't quite right. Maybe she was too pushy or too bossy, he wasn't sure what. But he didn't care about that. She had a soft, warm body and she knew how to use it like skinny girls didn't, and he wanted to use it for himself. He let his hand slip down into the back of her jeans, but she backed away.
"Getting a little ahead of yourself, aren't you?" she said.
"I'm right where I wanna be."
She giggled. "You're a lot cockier than the last time we fucked. You used to be kinda shy. What happened?"
"Maybe I just found out girls like what I'm carrying," he said, and rubbed the lump in the front of his shorts.
She leaned back on the bed with her legs spread, staring at the lump. Her nipples were stiff.
"Yeah, cockier. You got a lot cockier."
He pressed his knee to her crotch. She said "Ooo," and lifted her ass off the bed to push back.
"What did Darien mean when he said you were in the club?" Ethan said.
"The club? You know about that, baby. All the girls are in the club."
"Really? Who are all the girls?"
"A lot of girls. Girls you haven't met yet. Some don't even go to our school. We just like to fuck hockey players. Especially ones with big cocks."
She reached up to unbuckle his belt and pull down the zipper.
"I thought we had something special," he said.
Iris snorted. "You're the one who's got something special." She reached into his shorts and pulled out his dick and sighed. "Oh my. You don't know how much I've missed you."
Ethan had another question he wanted to ask, but forgot what it was. She was stroking his dick slowly and licking her lips. He couldn't wait for what was going to happen next.
"I'm gonna lick your cock. Is that all right?" she said.
"That's fine with me."
"Good. I'm gonna lick it right here."
She lifted his dick and ran her moist tongue over the head.
"I like the taste of your cock, baby. Can I lick it one more time?"
"Go ahead."
"Thank you," she said. She stuck her tongue way out and licked up one side. "Uh oh. It looks like I got this side wet. Is it ok if I got this side wet, too?"
"Yes, it's ok."
"Good."
She tickled the other side of his shaft with the tip of her tongue, letting it flicker back and forth as it moved closer to the head. Her lips stretched wide and she sucked on the tip. Her tongue poked into the tiny hole at the end. She leaned forward, sliding his cock deep into her mouth over her tongue. The head touched the back of her mouth and made her gag and she pulled it out.
"Damn, baby. I thought I was gonna choke." Then she grinned and her eyelashes fluttered. "Guess that wouldn't be such a bad way to die, I mean with your cock in my throat."
"Have you ever tried that?"
