Test Run: Runs In The Family Ch. 1
Three AM. My first thought as I fumbled with my suddenly complicated house keys, before finally opening the damn door was 'shit! The house is burnin' down!' Okay so I'd been out on the piss all night with my mates, and after hittin' double figures on the ale I was a little worse for wear, although not as bad as my buddy who was stayin over at mine and was currently acquainting the hedge around my lawn with his nightly bar consumption. Still I was feeling no pain but unless my nostrils were deceiving me, something was indeed burning.
Of course the fact that I could see no smoke or flames didn't register in my drunken brain as I lurched from room to room before finally, in the kitchen discovering the source of the towering inferno: Toast. The rest of the house was dark, my mother long in bed, early nights being her thing since my dad had left (although if they had been a regular thing before he had left there might not have been a messy separation). The only other current inhabitant of my house at the moment, (apart from the dog) being my sister, Kate, one of the chief suspects in the toast burning incident.
The other chief suspect, (no it wasn't the dog) was one of her hot mates, Alison who being there at 3am was probably staying over for the night. At first my alcohol-fuelled mis-functioning mind started wondering why they were up cooking at this ungodly hour, before slowly memory and logic provided me with the reasoning. My drunken memory cleared for a second, and I remembered that Kate had also gone out tonight clubbing with her mates, and had obviously only got back a short while ago avec 'the munchies,' hence the now cremated toast. The logic part was simpler. They weren't dressed for bed.
What they were dressed in however was pretty spectacular. Mine and my sister's tastes on music and nightlife differ greatly. I'm into the lo-fi look, dress codes just nark me, so I do my utmost to wear trainers and shit like that, even when I go out and the places I go out reflect that. I mean, I can dress and look sharp, but the rarer I do it, the greater the effect, right? My sister on the other hand is much more of a clubber's clubber. She likes the big superclubs, the sensory drugs, the big DJ's....and the hot outfits.
I guess you could pigeonhole us by our favourite choice of illegal substance, mine being the Jah, to stay laid back and chilled, whilst she likes pills when she's out kickin' it big time, so she can dance all night. Anyway, she'd been out tonight at some half-decent joint where some badass DJ (it's all the same to me) did some set. So naturally my sis and her mates all dressed accordingly, and were still dressed accordingly when me and my well-caned mate, Andy arrived back home. I'm 23, but Kate is slightly older than me at 25. She's almost as tall as my six feet, with blue eyes and long naturally wavy, I dunno strawberry blonde I guess you'd call it coloured hair framing a classically beautiful face....and she is hot.
Her body is kind of tawny with small, high breasts an tight, tight ass that looks better in tight 501's than any I've ever seen, (I shit you not!) and legs that just won't quit. She has a real good job, so she buys a lot of designer stuff, dresses expensive, yet fashionably hot, as well much to my discomfort. Short skirts, knee-high boots, tight levis, real tight tank tops, designer leather trousers etc. And since fishnets have come back into vogue this summer, my house has become really popular for all my mates for some reason (and it 'aint Nintendo.) She never used to live here till last winter. She fled the nest at 16 and had a righteous pad down in London, but had a nasty break-up with her fiancΓ© just before Christmas so she ended up leaving everything down there for this new job and coming back to us. I never left home, mainly because of mom being on her own, and 'cos I was at the local University so money was kinda tight.
Kate had really gone all out tonight, maybe in the hope of finding someone else, although she'd never admit to it. She was wearing her hair real tight back off her face, up in a bun then down her back, kinda like Madonna used to have it way back when, and even though she'd been out all night her make-up was flawless. Her white arms were bare, but her torso was covered by a designer cat-suit in black PVC that was literally sprayed onto her thighs, showing off that holy ass, and flared at the ankles underneath which she was wearing these black expensive-looking spike-heeled shoes.
The cat-suit flawlessly climbed her belly, cupped those gorgeous tits, showing an ample amount of cleavage, before fastening around her neck, leaving her back bare. I mean, she looked hot.....but she's my sister. I still remember hearing Andy's jaw hit the floor as he entered the room behind me. She was an intoxicating sight that could sober a man quickly, if that makes sense. Her friend Alison, who, whilst not being in the same league as my sister was still quite something. She was a good deal shorter than Kate, probably around 5'6, and not as slender, but definitely more curvaceous. She also had pale-blue eyes set in a gorgeous face with these hot, red lips that even through my drunken haze, I couldn't help imagining having wrapped around my cock.
She was a brunette, with long, long tresses of fine, shiny brown hair that she wore loose. Having met her before, I knew one department in which she outmatched my sister...her voice. She simply had the sexiest voice in the world, throaty, without being too husky. Every time she glanced at me and laughed I felt like creaming. Her skin was a little darker than my sister's, and her tits bigger and fuller, but her ass although hot, was sadly no match. Not to be outdone by my sisters outfit, Al looked equally hot, dressed in a short black tight, backless, short sleeved Calvin Klein dress. She was wearing a pair of those snakeskin tall leather boots that are in uberfashion at the moment in black, reaching up to her knees, whereupon her legs were clad in a pair of fine black, fishnets.
Andy and I must have stood there for a minute whilst the two older girls just giggled crazily at us staring I assume with huge boners. It was kinda obvious that they were both still loved up on pills, and far from coming down. 'Toast..' I finally croaked, breaking the silence. They just collapsed in another fit of giggles while I feeling stupid, put some coffee on, and proceeded to roll a joint to bring me and Andy around.
A half hour later I was sitting in the living room still drinking java, feeling a lot less drunk and a little high, cable surfing and hoping the girls would go to bed so I could switch to the porn channel and take out my sexual frustration that they'd aired on some buxom, blonde tartlet. It hadn't been that long, a couple of weeks since I'd fucked a girl from University who'd been eyeing me for a couple of semesters but she wasn't nearly as hot as my goddess of a sister, so I let it slide. Unfortunately I had developed a really high sex drive, since I'd turned twenty, but I just wasn't getting enough. Looks or personality weren't the problem. I'd had endless compliments about my handsome face, and sexy green eyes, cool scruffy brown hair and slender build. But, I was just crap at relationships, meaning I was kinda fucked. Or not as the case may be.
Andy had passed out after his first toke on the reefer so I sent him upstairs to crash on my bed. The sofa was an old and familiar friend to me. The girls came in and sat down, still giggling and obviously high, so I lit another joint and passed it round. Kate asked me where Andy was, so I told her, asking her why. She just shrugged. 'Just being polite,' she deadpanned. 'That, and the fact I've always wanted to fuck a younger guy.' They exploded into giggles again and I just smiled and closed my eyes.
After a while of talking amongst themselves, we made small talk about our respective nights, me trying my very best (which isn't much) to charm Al, making sure to insert my infamous killer smile, as often as possible. The effects were negligible. She kept looking over at me and smiling, even when I was not involved in the conversation. Also she kept crossing and recrossing her legs, giving me a great view of her fishnet clad thighs. Soon I realised that my own sister was doing the same thing, both of them were overtly flirting with me! Although the cat-suit she was wearing was incredibly hot I found myself wishing that they were wearing each others clothes, so I could see my sisters creamy thighs, maybe even the dark shadow of her bush.....After another half an hour or so I must have begun to doze, dreaming about such things because when I woke the girls were whispering darkly to one another. They saw me wake, and separated. Kate got up and bent over my chair, giving me a great view of her PVC clad tits, her hair still tied severely back, falling over one shoulder. 'Goodnight bro' she whispered, and then kissed me on the mouth, strange in itself, but also for a fraction of a second longer than necessary. I just smiled sleepily, my dick growing harder than ever. They left the room together, heading upstairs, Alison not saying anything. I waited until they were safely upstairs before turning the tube on and beginning a prolonged search for the remote.