Mistaken When Drunk
Chapter 1

Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft, Consensual, Drunk/Drugged, Heterosexual, Fiction, Cream Pie, Oral Sex,

Desc: Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 1 - What happens when there is too much to drink and sleeping arrangements are changed?

Mistaken identity when drunk.

I can say it was a fantastic weekend, even though I was expecting a pretty crappy weekend.

Let’s start by telling you a little about myself.

I live at home with my mom and older sister.

Dad left just before we turned teens but is still part of our lives.

I’m a normal geeky guy. I’m 6 feet tall and weigh about 165 pounds. I have brown hair and blue eyes.

I don’t really think I’m bad looking.

And with 8” below I feel a little more comfortable in the showers at schools.

My sister and I get a long for short periods of time normally.

She’s a year older than me. She is your typical miss popular.

My sister is about 5’5 medium length brown hair and hazel eyes about 125 pounds.

Most guys think she’s hot, and I will admit she’s pretty attractive, but she is my sister.

My sister’s friends and I don’t usually get along at all. Mostly her best friend Janelle has a disliking for me.

She always tries to act like she’s better than me and turns her nose up when I’m around.

Despite being a snob, she is a real hottie! She’s about 5’2 about 110 pounds, Hispanic and Asian mix.

She also has a cute perky chest that seems to defy gravity. They aren’t that big, probably something in a B cup.

This was one of the weekends that I was supposed to spend with my dad. Usually it’s just he and I since my sister is always busy.

When dad called to cancel, I was pretty bummed.

I knew my sister was having her friend and their boyfriends over Saturday night and I really didn’t want to be home.

Mom had to work until 10 that night, so I knew it would just be the 5 of us. Oh joy!

Typically, my sister and her friends would go down to the basement to watch TV, leaving the rest of the house to me.

My sister’s boyfriend is older and usually brings beer or some kind of alcohol when he comes. Great, a night with a bunch of drunks!

My mom doesn’t really like that they drink and usually insists that anyone drinking stays until they are sober.

At about 7 o’clock Janelle, her boyfriend Chris and my sister’s boyfriend Jim arrived. Of course, they have a bottle of something and some beer in tow.

Janelle gives me her normal huff to let me know she’s not happy with me being there. Chris and Jim just say “Hey.”

As predicted, they soon disappear down to the basement and I hear the TV come on.

Since I have nothing better to do, I flop on the couch and watch some TV also.

After about an hour I get up and head to the bathroom.

As I pass the basement door I hear them talking.

“Not now, he’s upstairs. Wait until later”. I could hear Janelle whining.

“I swear I hear him. He’s going to walk in on us”.

I guess Janelle was having bigger issues with me being home than normal and this was making her boyfriend unhappy with her attitude as well. Being a normal bratty brother I decided to sneak down the stairs a little and peeked. As I figured, they were all sitting on the couch making out. Jim and my sister were pretty heaving in to it. Jim had his hand up my sister’s shirt and I saw my sister’s hand rubbing his crotch. Janelle and Chris weren’t so happy though. They were making out, but every time Jim tried to cop a feel, she’d push his hand away. You could see the frustration building in Chris. Not that I really cared what they did. I didn’t really see them the rest of the time they were down there. I did hear them come upstairs to use the bathroom a couple of times. The downside to our basement is there isn’t a bathroom down there.

About 10:30, mom came home as expected. She knew my sister had company and decided to go downstairs to see what state they were in. Of course, there were 2 empty bottles of vodka and a handful of empty beer bottles. My sister and Jim were a little drunk, but Chris and Janelle were smashed! I guess they decided since I was home and they couldn’t get each other off, they’d get drunk. My mother made her normal command decision that everyone was going to sleep here until morning and they were all sober. My sister told Janelle she could share her room and Chris could sleep on the pull-out sofa in the basement and Jim would crash on the sofa in the living room.

My mom went upstairs and headed for her room to crash for the night. My sister and Janelle headed to the bathroom, followed by Jim when they were finished. My sister helped Janelle stumble to her room and Jim headed in to the living room. I was heading to the bathroom myself when Chris came out of it. He stumbled out and leaned against the wall. I knew if the wall wasn’t there he’d be on the floor.

“Damn dude, you look like hell”, I told him.

“Yeah, I purrty fucked up. Feel like shit too”.

“You gonna be sick?” I asked.

His head laid back against the wall in agony.

“Dunno, maybe”, he replied with a goofy grin.

I really didn’t want a big mess in the basement that I knew I would somehow have to clean.

“Why don’t you crash in my room? It’s next to the bathroom, just in case”. I offered.

“Thanks, little dude”, was his slappy reply.

And with that I helped him to my room and he flopped on my bed where he almost instantly passed out. I went back to the bathroom, then figured I would just sleep downstairs. I actually like to sleep in the basement. Especially in the summer time. It’s cooler, darker, and sometimes quieter than my room. I went down to the basement and folded out the couch. I got the spare blankets and pillow from the closet and stripped down to my boxers. I flipped off the lights and crawled in to bed. The basement is darker than most rooms in the house, but not that dark. There are 2 small sunken windows that allow enough light to see your way around and cast a glow on opposite wall. Luckily the foldout bed has its head nearest the windows and the light shines near the foot of the pullout.

As I lay there feeling the cool air and relaxing a bit I listen to the sounds of the house. I can hear the fans for the air-conditioning turn on and off and a few creaks here and there. My mind thought back to when I crept down the stairs and saw everyone making out. I started to feel a little guilty for ruining their grope session. I wouldn’t like it if someone interrupted mine, but then I remembered Janelle doesn’t like me anyway. That was the end of the guilty feeling.

I felt myself relax more and more, and my eyes becoming heavy. Then someone flushed a toilet upstairs. The sound of the water rushing down the pipes is about the loudest thing in the basement. I laid there and listened to the water trickle through the pipes in the wall and finally fell silent. I started to relax again when I thought I heard creaks on the steps. The creaks continued followed by some thuds of feet. Sure enough, it sounded as if someone was coming down to the basement. When they got to the bottom step I could barely make out the figure. But even in the dim light I knew it could only be Janelle.

“Great” I thought, “What did she forget now?” I knew she must be coming down to retrieve something she left.

I covered my eyes to protect them from the impending glare of the lights that I knew were about to be turned on. But they never came on. As I laid there waiting, I could hear Janelle stumbling about. Obviously still very drunk. Then I swore I felt something hit the side of the bed. I uncovered my eyes to see Janelle standing next to the bed in just a long t-shirt.

I started to say “What the...”, but that was all I got out before Janelle said, “Shhh”.

Then I watched as she lifted her shirt up over her head. The light from the windows seemed to glow right on her as she pulled herself out of her shirt. There she stood in just a pair of panties. Her tits were as firm and perky as I had imagined. I couldn’t believe that she was there standing next to the bed.

Then she wavered a little, I’m sure from the alcohol and put one hand on the couch to steady herself. From what I could see from only feet away, she had a great body! And I can’t deny that I felt a twitch under the covers. Then she stood back up and put her hands on her panties and down they came.

“I must be dreaming”, I thought to myself.

I could just make out the nicely trimmed triangle of her pubic patch and I felt a growing under the sheets.

I tried again to speak with a “Wait...”

But again, she leaned down and put a hand over my mouth. A little unsteady I might add and said “Shhh. I told you later”.


She pulled the covers back from me and felt her hand slide down my chest and down to my boxers. I felt her hand continue down and grip my now growing shaft.

“Mmm, someuns happy see me” she slurred out.

And with that she fished my cock out of the hole in my boxers and started to stroke it.

My mind was a little blurry. How can this be? What’s going on? Then I realized that she must have thought Chris was sleeping in the basement. I thought about telling her she had the wrong guy for a second, but her hand felt really good stroking my cock. As I looked back down I could see her lowering her head and I felt the warm moisture of her mouth engulfing my member. I let out a soft grunt as she slid it in. The feeling was great! She worked my shaft in and out of her mouth with her hand following, stroking. She used her other hand to drag her nails softly along my chest, my legs and to gently play with my balls. I continued to moan softly and I could hear her slurping and sucking as she enjoyed my cock.

“Have you grown since lass time?” her words fumbled out.

“You feel a lil bigger.”

I didn’t respond. I didn’t want her to hear my voice and figure out her mistake. I simply put my hands on her head and gently guided her back down. She followed my lead and lowered her head back to my cock. She gave a great blowjob and I knew I wouldn’t be lasting long. As she cupped and squeezed my balls I could feel the juices starting to boil. I didn’t know what to expect. Did she normally swallow or spit? Should I tell her I’m about to cum?

I decided to let things just happen as I felt the rush of pleasure tingle along my body, and up through my shaft. As my cock shot out its first load, Janelle slowed her head bobbing and sucked hard with her hand stroking my shaft. All my cum shot in to her mouth and down her throat.

I couldn’t believe it. Little miss snotty bitch just swallowed my cum. I was feeling pretty satisfied with myself as she raised her head up and looked at me still stroking my partially deflated cock.

“Mmm, yummy, I hope you have more from me”, she mused.

She pulled my boxers down and off. Then she swayed herself on to the bed, turned herself around and straddled my face. She lowered her pussy next to my mouth as she lowered hers back on to my cock. I could smell the lust coming from her pussy. I put my finger up and slid it along her slit. She was soaking wet. I moved my head forward and slipped my tongue lightly along her pussy. I heard her moan in delight as she continued to suck and play with my cock. I enjoyed in the taste of her juices and hungrily licked and lapped at her pussy. The more I licked her pussy and flicked her clit, the more she moaned and really got in sucking my cock. I could feel her grinding her pussy in to my mouth harder and harder. She was breathing much harder and had stopped sucking me, but stroked my now hardened cock. She finally gripped my leg and I could feel her body shake as she had a nice little orgasm.

It was a couple of seconds after her pleasure that she pulled herself away from my face and I watched as she straddled my shaft and lowered herself on me. We both let out a moan as her wet pussy engulfed my cock. I put my hands on her hips as she started sliding up and down on my shaft. I was in 7th heaven. Her pussy felt better than her blowjob. I could feel it gripping my shaft as she slid up and down. I slowly sat up a little to grab hold of those perky little tits of hers from behind when she leaned forward on to all fours. I quickly got up and re-entered her doggy style. I grabbed her hips and pulled her into me. Each thrust seemed to go deeper and deeper. She was moaning more and more, and getting a little louder.

“God, you feel good, so big. Fuck Chris, I’ve never felt you like this”, she moaned.

I didn’t really care if she thought I was her boyfriend, I was just enjoying the fuck. Then she did something that made me a little nervous.

She let one leg fall and rolled on to her back. She then reached up and pulled me on to her. I let my cock slide back in to her wanting pussy as she let out a grunted moan. I started fucking her again as she wrapped her legs around me and I felt her nails along my back. She pulled me down to her mouth and we kissed. Out tongues darted in and out, our lips were matched. I kissed along her neck and lowered them to suck her nipples. How she didn’t know I wasn’t Chris was beyond me, and I didn’t care at the time. I felt her body shift then felt her pushing me. She rolled us both over with her on top. I watched as she put her hands on my chest and worked her hips up and down, back and forth. I reached up and took her breasts in my hands, so firm, the nipples so hard. I could feel her grinding in to me. The more she rocked and grinded the more she moaned and groaned. I could feel her pussy gripping me with each move and I knew I wouldn’t last long. Luckily, I didn’t have to hold back much longer. I felt her nails start to dig in to my chest again and I felt her pussy gripping my shaft tighter. Her breathing became harder and harder and I knew she was about to cum. The feeling of her fucking me, her pussy pulsating on my shaft and the sounds of her moans were too much for me to hold back anymore. I felt the surge of pleasure rush from my balls again. Her movements became shorter and her moans and voice became higher as she squealed.

“Fuck, yes, yes, God Yes!!, Aahhhhh!!!”

I felt her body tense and tremble again. I wasn’t holding back any longer. The feeling and sounds of her orgasm released my last blockade. I let out a loud grunt and moan as I shot my cum in to her waiting pussy. I thrusted up inside of her with each blast of cum. Each thrust causing her to squeal again. When her body finally quivering, and relaxed she flopped down on top of my chest.

“God that was great! I don’t remember feeling you like that”.

I just lay there quietly and stroked her hair a little. Luckily the head of the foldout bed is darker and harder to see. She then kissed me and got out of bed. She grabbed her shirt and swayed up the stairs.

I lay in bed with my mind buzzing. I still couldn’t believe it. Not only had Janelle sucked me off and swallowed my cum, but fucked me silly too. Slowly I drifted off to sleep with a big smile on my face.

The next morning I woke up to the sounds of people upstairs. I got up and pulled on my boxers, shorts and shirt. Then I put away the bed and noticed that Janelle had left her panties on the floor. I picked them up and put them in to my pocket and headed upstairs. When I got to the top of the stairs Janelle was waiting to go in to the bathroom. She looked a little surprised when I came out of the basement door. Then Chris opened the door to my room and came out, I could see the realization setting in. Janelle just looked at me with a worried and anxious look on her face. Then she lowered her head and went back in to my sister’s room.

“Dude, what’s with her?” asked Chris.

“I dunno, maybe last night was too much for her?” I said with a smirk.

It turned out to be a good weekend after all. And I must say that Janelle treats me a little different these days.

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