Part 2

She liked the idea of being boyfriend/girlfriend but wanted to rib him.

“I could go out there and tell them the truth. That you just deflowered your underage blood-related sister!” she retorted.

“Don’t you dare!”

He then proceeded to wrap his arms around her body and his lips around her mouth. The towel and sheet fell to the floor. Their bodies hugged tightly to each other, flattening her breasts against his chest and bending his messy dick against her belly. His hands went under her butt cheeks and lifted her upwards. She wrapped her legs around his waist and arms over his shoulders. As he carried her like a child, she seemed so small and fragile to him. He was surprised at how light she felt. His craving returned.

She felt his hardening prick push against her pussy even as it still leaked.

“Oh wow, again,” she whispered as they traded kisses.

He slid into her soaking puss easily as his mouth deadened her groan. He backed her against the bathroom wall and plunged repeatedly into her. She grunted with each blow. Her body shoved upwards as he pounded her. She was sore but now that the barriers were broken, she wanted him to fuck her as much as possible.

The door to the bathroom opened, “God damn! Fuckin’ rabbits! Shit!”

“GET OUT!!” the both of them yelled.

George backpedaled as fast as he could and slammed the door.

Muffled, “Damn man, they’re in there doing it again! Horny bastards! Hey in there! I gotta PEE!”

The mood killed, they quickly parted and did a speedy cleanup. Brian opened the door, fully naked, purposefully showing off his well-endowed body just to shake them up.

“Damn, Brian,” George quickly looked away from his erection, only to find Hannah peeking from behind Brian, wrapped again in the sheet.

“Shit girl, if you ever want to dump this loser, old George here is ready and willing!”

Jerry came in just then, “Hey, what’s all the commotion? Fuck, Brian! Get some clothes on man! Oh sorry, Miss. Don’t mind us. Ole’ George here is stone drunk and I guess I’m a bit high.”

Jerry let Hannah pass as Brian glared at the two of them. Brian slammed his bedroom door, ignoring their catcalls.

“Hey, since she’s living here now, don’t she gotta pay part of the rent?”

Brian opened the door, “Jerry, FUCK OFF!” the door slammed again.

Hannah sat all alone in their room. Brian had gone with her to meet with the principal and explained about the bullying over their parents’ problems. In his shirt and tie, mixed with Brian’s imposing size, though quiet demeanor, he had convinced the principal to give Hannah a second chance. Normally she would have been expelled for the rest of the term, but the principal was impressed that Hannah’s brother was so determined that Hannah graduate, even making her guarantee that she would work doubly hard to bring her grades up. So the principal allowed her back ... under strict probation. One more slip up and she would be out. The principal had already told them the other involved parties were now being homeschooled and no longer attending here.

As they left, Brian watched some of the cute cheerleaders swishing their barely covered bottoms down the hall. Hannah poked him.

“You know ... BROTHER, I could have told them what you DID to me! Right BROTHER?”

He quickly hushed her and rushed her out the door.

“Don’t EVER say ANYTHING, even a HINT! You know what they would do to me ... and to you? Jail for me and foster home for you.”

She downturned, fighting back tears at his brusqueness, “Sorry! Sorry! I would never.”

“Not even as a joke. I had to tell the guys we were pulling their leg. We are really boyfriend/girlfriend. Not related. Lucky for us, they were so wasted at the time, they accepted it.”

“I’m really your girlfriend?” her eyes lit up and her fingers intertwined in his hand.

He rolled his eyes, “Yeah, but you better behave, with me and with school! You will graduate! With good grades!”

“Yes ... my boyfriend!”

In their room, she giggled to herself as she worked on her homework, her brother, her boyfriend, her lover!

The Party

Hannah met Mia that evening at the party. It had started as a meetup to see a new band. Hannah was lying on the floor in their room, fitfully studying for next Monday’s history test. Brian came in in a rush.

“Hey, Hann, come on, we’re going out!”

He grabbed her arm, tugging her up.

“Brian! I’m studying...”

“Hush, come on, don’t you want to go on a date?”

Her eyes widened, then narrowed, “A date? You? You’re taking me out?”

“Yeah, you’ve been cooped up here nearly every night, we’re having a party!”

She giggled, “A date!” leaving her books behind without another thought.

“I have to get ready!” she whirled grabbing some likely items of clothing.

He banged on the bathroom door, “Come on! The guys are waiting. You’ve been in there for ages.”

A muffled reply, “It’s been fifteen minutes. The guys?”

“Yeah, we’re all going. Mia is here, too.”

She knew Mia was Jerry’s girlfriend. Poor George was still without. She hurried her final touches.

“Damn girl, you’re fine!” Brian’s eyes traveled down his sister’s body.

She came out in a flurry of sexy moves, still pulling her tight jean mini skirt into place, just inches below her crotch. Her tall boots and a cowgirl crop top showed bare shoulders and a bare belly, both looking munchable to Brian. Dark eyes, with pink lips and glowing cheeks, made her face shine as brightly as she felt. A date. With her boyfriend.

George’s eyes glued to her posterior as she passed.

“Hey, George, pick up your tongue, and let’s get moving! We’re late. Jerry just texted asking where were we.”

Out on the street, the evening was just falling. The two guys flanked Hannah in a protective shroud as they headed for the club, not far from where they lived. Hannah’s hand in Brian’s as they walked. George peeked at the two, then offered his hand as well, so she took it with her other hand, smiling. She liked the attention.

“Where is this place?”

“There,” Brian pointed towards a run-down old building.

“The basement,” he added.

Down the steps, now dark and crowded, heavy metal blaring so loud that you felt the sound as much as heard it. An extra $20 to the bouncer got Hannah in without ID and Brian in with his fake. The place was packed. Brian dragged Hannah, weaving a path, while George hung onto her and followed up behind them.

George yelled into her ear over the music, “Shit, Hannah, you are going to have to protect ME here.”

He noticed that most of the action seemed to be guy-on-guy. Well-endowed males, both in ripped chests and down below. Hannah laughed.

“Jerry! Hi Mia!” Brian yelled, “This is Hannah, my ... sis, girlfriend! Hannah, Mia! And you know George!”

The music suddenly dropped fifty decibels.

“Glad to meet you, Hannah,” as Mia leaned almost against her, “I’ve heard all about you.”

Hannah turned, now only inches apart, “I hope it was all good.” Mia nodded, grinning widely.

“Hello, Georgie! How’s it hanging tonight.”

George hated that nickname and was always taken back by Mia’s language.

“Mia,” he offered with a nod as the volume came back up to jet engine level again.

“Drinks!” Jerry passed around shots to everyone.

Brian hit the next two rounds. Hannah was totally shocked that no one bothered to card her. And just as shocked that her brother was being so lenient tonight. He must have been in a really good mood. She didn’t mind and didn’t refuse.

There was little talking, mostly hand gestures like ‘good time?’, ‘drink up!’, ‘ready for another?’ and so on. Being all packed together, Hannah found herself seemingly being passed back and forth between each of the guys and sometimes even Mia. Anytime Brian served them another set of shots, jello this time, she ended up in George’s or Jerry’s arms. George tried to yell something to her, but even inches apart, it was near hopeless.

“AAFT gaeEA fveey AEREH”

She downed her jello shot and turned to face George, “WHAT!?!”

Faces an inch apart, he looked at her, paused, and his lips went to hers. At first, surprised, but the crowd, the noise, the alcohol, swirled her. She responded to his kiss. A second one followed. Suddenly, her face was turned by Brian’s hand. He laughed and said something, then kissed her, then turned her head towards Jerry and released her. The two stared at each other, as Brian handed them another round.

“George, you get the next one,” Brian yelled and George nodded.

Mia suddenly grabbed Hannah’s hand, both downed their shots and Mia dragged Hannah away into the crowd. Brian looked at Jerry, questioningly. Jerry smiled and shrugged. The three guys sipped their shots this time.

Mia pulled Hannah into the bathroom. Suddenly the noise level fell dramatically, leaving their ears ringing and voices muted. The place was packed with other girls, a few boy-girls, and even a guy making out with someone. Hannah’s eyes roved the place. She hadn’t been to such a club. She hadn’t drank, at least as much as she had. She was a young innocent no more.

“Much better!” Mia called to her in a muted voice.

“Much!” Hannah giggled nearly constantly now, “I think I’m drunk!”

Mia laughed, “Hardly, we are just getting started!”

A stall suddenly emptied out and Mia grabbed it, pulling Hannah in as well. She pulls up her skirt and yanks down her lace panties.

“Oh fuck, I was about to pop!”

Hannah, eyes wide, giggled between her giggles. She was flying high. Mia flushes and stands, leaning against Hannah.

“I hear you’re into brother-sister?”

Hannah’s mouth dropped open, blushing red, “Ah, I, no, not, he’s boyfriend.”

“Sure, sure. No biggy. You like girls?”

Mia didn’t let her answer but instead kissed her fully on the mouth. At first, Hannah did nothing, but in just moments their kisses became deep, mouths and tongues tussled together. Their hair cascaded over their faces as they licked and kissed. Mia laced the fingers of one hand with Hannah’s and held it above their heads. Hannah was pressed against the closed door of the stall, their lips still locked. She felt a hand as it cruised up along her thigh and under her short skirt. Fingers played against her panties, creasing them into her trough. She instinctively tugged at Mia’s hand only to have Mia take her hand and push it between her own legs. Hannah felt wet pussy lips and Mia’s slit, her panties still down around her knees.

“Been with a girl?” Mia whispered into Hannah’s ear, ending with a nibble of her earlobe.

Hannah shook her head no. She felt breathless as Mia urged her to rub into her. Hannah had never felt another girl before. Her face heated and the alcohol eased the transition. Mia’s fingers returned to Hannah, pushed aside her panty gusset, and slid in along Hannah’s own slit. Hannah began to rub Mia in unison. The two girls merged into each other, mouths releasing only to take a breath. Free hands now felt breasts, massaged them, rubbed them, making nipples harden.

“Play with me,” Mia urged Hannah.

Hannah felt fingertips press into her vagina. She was being finger-fucked, masturbated by another girl, a girl in her early 20’s. Older, more worldly.

“You’re young?”

Hannah nodded. She knew Mia mean underage.

“Good. Follow me.”

She followed Mia’s lead and pushed her index and middle finger into Mia’s pussy opening. Mia moaned into Hannah’s mouth, again locked in kisses. The music disappeared. The laughter, running water, flushes all disappeared. Their world was of two young women locked in a battle of lust, making each other come. Hannah widened her legs to Mia’s forceful finger twirling. Her body craved the new feelings she was being given.

“Come for me, baby. Come for Mia,” Mia whispered and then licked into Hannah’s ear.

Hannah felt Mia’s hand as it moved ever faster, in and out of her, and wiggling inside her. She tried to follow but kept losing concentration. She panted, forehead sweated from drink and sex.

“Offff Fuuk” Hannah grunted, body shook without warning as her orgasm washed over her.

She lost strength, her hand coming out to balance herself. She had just been sexed by a girl.

“Like?”

Hannah smiled, eyes soft, recovering, “Yeah.”

The two finished with a kiss and Mia took Hannah’s hand, fingers to her mouth, and licked Hannah’s fingertips. Hannah groaned, her body already re-warming.

“Come, girl, the boys are waiting. Time for some dick!”

Hannah blushed even as her face was so flushed. They hurriedly finished and were back out into the explosion of crowd and sound.

“Long time!” Brian yelled, handing Hannah yet another shot.

She nodded, trying to control her grin. Mia leaned over after releasing Jerry from a kiss, took her shot, and fed it to Hannah.

“Drink! Party!” Mia turns to George, “Don’t feel left out, kiss her!”

She pushed Hannah, now buzzing and still spinning, into George. They bumped noses, then went into a wet slobbery kiss. Hannah released George and turned to find her brother whose lips were locked to Mia. She giggled, turned to Jerry, and offered herself. He obliged, kissing her, feeling her tits as he did. Hannah turned again towards George, this was fun, she thought with blurred reasoning.

The place was packed with gyrating bodies forcing the five of them to be squeezed together, thus giving them privacy in the midst of public. Metal screeched at deafening levels. Drinks magically appeared and disappeared. Hannah was in a frenzy of sexuality and passion.

Hands roughly squeezed and handled her butt and hips, her breasts and arms. She was swapped back and forth, Jerry, then George, then Brian, then Mia. It was a dance of carnality and the entire room was roaring with it.

She ended up sandwiched between George and Jerry. George behind her, squeezing her ass cheeks and feeling between her legs, her skirt up to her hips as she and Jerry kissed and dry humped. A hand grabbed her breast. Time had disappeared.

Suddenly, they were on the move. Brian cleared a path as their party pulled each other hand-in-hand, all headed out the door. Into the street they crashed, the ringing in their ears nearly as deafening as the music was. The world was underwater, muted sounds of laughter and hollering all around them.

Private Party

Staggering back into the apartment, Jerry pulls out a baggy. George rummages the closet for his bong and Brian pours them vodka shots. Mia and Hannah crash on the couch as the guys hit the floor. The bong lights and Hannah experiences her first hit of pot.

In minutes, Hannah is giggling and laughing at every little action. George takes a hit, falling into a coughing fit with Hannah laughing continuously. Mia takes a drag, turns to Hannah, kisses her, blowing smoke into her mouth as she inhales.

“Oh, shit, that’s fucking hot!” Jerry calls, watching Mia kiss Hannah.

Mia undoes her shirt, large round breasts freed. She tugs on Hannah’s top, pulling its stretch material over her head. Another set of breasts bounce. Brian leans over and kisses Hannah breasts, then Mia’s. Jerry and Hannah’s lips lock, even as Brian is sucking back and forth on each of their tits.

“Your turn,” Mia leans to George and they kiss. She feels his hands squeezing her breasts as they do.

Hannah licks her lips, preparing, even as she giggles, while the guys take another hit.

“Me?” Hannah, eyes flashing, asking George.

Their mouths tussle and she feels her breasts massaged. George’s kisses trace to her neck and down ending with his lips sucking and kissing her hard nipples, now aching. As George continues to suckle, Mia kisses her then turns to Brian. Jerry unbuttons his shirt, downing another shot as he goes. Brian follows suit. Hannah helps George out of his tee-shirt.