Summary:
Darla, the studious child of the family, has some issues about living at college with her older brother, Kyle. To be blunt, Kyle loves to fuck - a lot. What happens when he walks in on his sister getting lucky for a change?
Disclaimer:
None of the following events are real, nor are the characters based upon real characters. If the characters do happen to resemble a real person, it is only by coincidence. The following plot was created and is owned by the author.
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Admittedly, there were advantages to living with your brother while attending the same college as he did, but there were also massive faults. Advantages such as knowing his half of the rent was going to get paid - or else the parents would relentlessly come down on him for it, knowing that there would be no awkwardness throughout the time spent living together, and knowing that there wouldn't be any major fights over petty things like constantly borrowing toothpaste without returning it. After living with each other their whole lives, there was little left to quarrel over.
Be that as it may, however, there were still glaring disadvantages. Such as the annoying, nonstop screeching currently coming from her brother's room. Darla scowled at the wall separating the two sleeping quarters, pausing as she tried to concentrate on the homework assigned to her in class that day. The staccato screams were beginning to become more than she could bear to listen to; and the headboard banging against the wall in time with those screams wasn't helping either.
"Oh - my - God - Kyle!" the girl shouted. "Mmm! So - good! Fuck!"
Darla considered throwing something at the wall to remind her brother someone else lived in the apartment as well, but she knew it wouldn't help. At first when she first moved in, her brother's sexcapades grossed her out. Now she just found them extremely obnoxious. Taking a deep breath, Darla tried to recollect her thoughts and tune out the noise to finish her essay. It wasn't due until the following week, but she liked having assignments done and out of the way as soon as she got them.
She was nearly a page into what she was typing on her laptop when a high-pitched sound between a squeal and a shriek made her jump. She stared at the wall in bewilderment as the girl continued on the same note for nearly a whole minute. Was she dying or something? Who the hell sounded like that when they were coming? It vaguely reminded Darla of letting air out of a balloon while stretching the opening. Then all was silent. Taking advantage, she returned to her work.
No sooner than the front door slamming shut did her brother appear in her doorway.
"What are you doing, jerk?" he asked lazily, scratching his bare chest.
Objectively, Darla knew her family consisted of good genes. Her brother was nearly six foot-five with a well-toned body due to the vigorous workouts he did at the campus gym in his spare time. His inky black hair was a halo of unruly spikes around his head, seeming - at the moment - to be the definition of 'sex hair.' Like all members of the family, his golden brown eyes were framed with thick lashes, making him nearly irresistible to females. With a strong jaw and a straight blade of a nose, Kyle was without a doubt a very handsome man.
"I'm getting my homework out of the way." Darla replied, glancing up at him briefly. Her brother let out a content sigh.
"Oh man, what a night." he said with a cat-got-the-canary smile. "Did you hear Melanie?"
Darla rolled her eyes. "I think everyone within the city limits heard her."
"She's almost too loud, but you know I like my women vocal." He threw her a wink for good measure.
Some people would have been bothered by listening to their sibling's sexual preferences, but since Darla had been living with him for too long, she had grown used to it. She merely nodded distractedly in response. Seeing he wasn't going to get a rise out of her, Kyle left his sister alone to her work. Because Darla was so school-oriented, she barely had time for her own personal life. The few guys she had hooked up with didn't last long.
It wasn't that she wasn't desirable; far from it, in fact. She was small for being only nineteen, barely clearing five feet, and she had the most astonishing ice blue eyes thanks to her mother. Her own inky hair held the slightest wave that fell down to her backside. She was of average build, though she was blessed with a generous bust and a slightly larger than average ass. To put it in perspective, she could fill out a bikini very nicely. Her face was almost heart-shaped, giving her an ultra feminine look, further enhanced by a full set of lips.
Guys around the campus definitely had their sights set on the beauty, but because she was more about her brains than her looks, most of them quickly lost interest. The only guy that could understand and appreciate her wit was her own brother. That didn't get her very far at all.
Everything changed when Kyle hosted a party in their apartment just to liven up his otherwise blank weekend. It was one of the rare times Darla didn't have her nose in a book or typing away on her laptop to finish a paper, so she joined the party with zealous. Thanks to Kyle, the dress code for the party had been lingerie. The guys mainly walked around in boxers while the women tantalized in various mouth-watering lingerie sets.
Kyle sent the ladies crazy by wearing a pair of simple black satin boxers low on his hips. The small trail of black hair on his stomach forming a dangerous arrow to his nether regions. Darla on the other hand, wore a corset ensemble that triggered the dirtiest of thoughts. The black hip-length corset was trimmed in a delicate powder blue satin. She wore matching panties, but unlike most of the girls who wore thongs, Darla chose to wear a full-bottomed pair that was sheer in the back. It was enough to be modest, but revealing enough to be considered sexy. Thigh-high black fishnet stockings donned her trim legs and ended in a pair of black peep-toe stilettos. She let her hair trail down her back and held the front out of her face with discreet clips on either side of her head.
Drinks flowed heavily that night; be it through Beer Pong, Ring of Fire, or free drinking. Most of the people lived within walking distance of their apartment, which was lucky because everyone was trashed. Kyle and several of his friends stood in a loose circle chatting while Darla made rounds with a tray of drinks as gracefully as she could, considering she was just as drunk as everyone else. She stopped at Kyle's group of friends and waited as they switched out their old drinks for new ones.
"What about your sister?" one of Kyle's friends asked. He was an attractive blonde whom Darla thought she new as Mike. He had dark brown eyes, surfer's stubble on his prominent jaw, and a more muscular body than Kyle.
"No." Kyle answered firmly.
"She'd even up the numbers!" Mike protested, slurring lightly.
"What are you talking about?" Darla asked, discarding the tray on a nearby table.
"I'm not participating in an orgy with my sister." Kyle answered.
"You won't even know she's there." another of his friends said. This one Darla knew as Tony - a giant of a man in every way of the word. He was tall, broad, and muscle-bound, with dark hair and even darker eyes. Because he was on the school's football team, his body held multiple bruises from the vicious practices he had daily.
"It's too weird." Kyle said.
"Darla, how long has it been since you've been laid?" Tony asked. Darla was drunk enough not to care it was such a personal question.
