Chapter 6

“Do you think that lady’s dog would have licked my pussy?” my sister asked me after we made it a few more houses on our journey to Ashley’s stately home.

“What are you talking about?” I thought she was being absurd.

“I mean, on accident or something. You know? Like, he was hyper-focused on my cunt-hole. I don’t know. Do you think he would have gone down on me? It probably wouldn’t be unpleasant.”

My sister was being weird. I had no idea she thought about things like this. I chuckled and told her that no one is going to eat her pussy without my permission and that old lady’s dog definitely didn’t have it.

“Are you going to go down on me, Jason?”

“I don’t know,” I admitted.

“Are you going to get weird about sex stuff? I get fucked at least five times a day and suck at least ten cocks, more on weekends when I am at West Arkansas,” my sister admitted with a hint of pride. “I am getting a little horny. That’s why I put your hand on my crotch. I know you are bashful, so I thought you’d need a little push.”

“Yeah, yeah,” I looked at my shoes while we walked.

“We’ve been walking for fifteen minutes, and you haven’t tried to poke me, or told me to suck your dick behind a trash can, or anything like that,” she reminded me.

“That’s because we have to do your task, and we are outside.”

“Yeah, that’s why I said go behind a trash can or something, Jason,” my sister looked at me like I was being silly. “I know you used to like looking at me before you knew what a whore I am. I guess, I am wondering if anything changed?”

“Yeah, a whole lot changed. You belong to me, and I plan to use you,” I touched her butt with my hands and then slid my hand under her pussy. “My hand is cold, warm it up,” I pushed a finger in her pussy.

“Your entire hand is cold, you can slide in more than one finger,” she assured me that she wouldn’t break like a piggy bank if I tried to open her up.

I walked the rest of the way with three fingers pumping up and down inside my sister’s wet pussy until we reached the mailbox of her former best friend.

“What if Ashley is not here?” I asked.

“She is here, but I suppose we’d be able to drop off the present, drop the bell, and be done,” my sister waited for me to remove my fingers and give her the sweater to put on. She warmed herself up and stomped her feet a few times to get her blood pumping. She adjusted the bells under her clothes and asked me if I was ready.

I led her up to the door and rang the bell. Ashley’s mom opened the door. She was a hot redhead, the kind of MILF that has a nice boob job, drinks a lot of wine and drives a sport car. She probably sells real estate or something.

“You have a lot of nerve showing up here,” Ashley’s mom looked angry to see my sister.

“I know, Ma’am. I brought a present for Ashley. It’s Christmas. Can I just say my piece and apologize, and I’ll be on my way?”

Ashley’s mom slammed the door in our face.

“I thought Ashley was your best friend?”

“Former best friend,” my sister admitted with a look of shame on her face. “Her mom caught me fucking Ashley’s dad on Grad Night,” she admitted.

“What? It might have been good to know that,” that was pretty low.

“I assumed you heard all the rumors at school,” my sister admitted. Her eyes were slightly red as if she might cry. Her nose was red too.

Ashley opened the door just as we were turning away to leave. “What the fuck, Tay?”

My sister turned around and smiled. “I am so sorry, Ashley. I never got a chance to apologize,” she walked back.

“I’ve known you since kindergarten. You’ve never apologized about anything, Tay!”

“Well, I am trying to grow,” my sister admitted. Taylor seemed vulnerable and genuine. I think Ashley hadn’t expected that.

“Yeah, I see that chunky monkey,” Ashley was hot like my sister, and she noticed my sister’s thighs immediately. She was thick like Kim Kardashian, but apparently that was too fat for her high standards.

“Thunder thighs,” I announced, and Taylor nodded in agreement.

“Who is this? You are really scraping the barrel, Tay” Ash regarded me like a piece of dog shit she found on her shoe.

“This is my little brother, Jason. You’ve seen him plenty of times at sleep overs and stuff.”

“Oh yeah,” Ashley didn’t seem that interested in me. “I thought your little brother’s name was Brandon. He’s didn’t turn out nearly as cute as I thought he would.”

“No, that’s my other little brother,” Taylor explained.

“Okay, well, I liked him, he was alright,” Ash regarded me for a moment as if trying to reassess me and then told us we could come in if we liked.

“That’s really up to Jason. I don’t want to keep him out for too long,” my sister gave me the chance to decide if we were staying.

“Who are you and what have you done with my Tay-Tay?” Ashley sniffed around my sister and pulled her close to pretend she was trying to determine if she was dealing with some doppelganger pretending to be my older sister.

We were welcomed in, but we received as icy a reception from Ashley’s parents as we felt outside in the actual cold. Taylor was surprised that her father was there. Stan wasn’t there. I was glad. He was that kind of handsome, confident frat-boy type.

“Hello Taylor,” he greeted my sister in a very wholesome manner, that was obviously designed to be polite and placate his wife. She looked at him with scorn in her eyes.

“Hello Mr. Swallows,” my sister replied in the same stiff manner. I always thought Ashley Swallows had a tough name to bear in high school. She was one of the popular girls and graduated the same year my sister did. She was so hot and she probably DID swallow when she went down on guys – so I doubted anybody really teased her about it.

“You must be cold dressed like that,” Ashley’s mom observed how my sister was dressed in just a sweater, stockings and a Christmas hat.

“As long as I keep walking I am fine, Rachel,” my sister called Ashley’s mom by her first name. I could tell her demon horns were popping out and the vitriol between them was powerful.

“I see you are a Chi-Omega, Ashley noted the shirt. “I am a Tri-Delt, like my mom,” she was obviously home from school as well. I wondered if Ashley was on a similar mission like my sister. It would blow my mind if every girl coming home from her first year pledging a sorority was going through a similar training ordeal.

“Tri-Delt? That suits you,” Taylor’s tone was harsh, and it didn’t an expert in body language to know the subtext was she was posturing that Ashley’s sorority was inferior to hers.

“I brought you a present,” Taylor offered the package. It was cold to the touch and Ashley’s jerked her hand off the box.

“Oh wow, should I open it now? Or wait until Christmas?”

“That’s up to you, I am sure you will get a lot of use out of it,” Taylor smiled.

“Well, I would have bought you a bra as a present, since it seems you need one to support those saggy boobs,” Rachel could tell my sister’s nipples were hard through the sweater. I think the cold air had a lot to do with it.

“I’ll just get a boob job when I am fifty like you, a couple other plastic surgeries and pretend I am still forty,” Taylor fired back.

Rachel’s eyes flashed red. They traded barbs a few times.

I was inclined to let it continue because I was too intimidated to get into a pissing match between an adult woman and my big sister. Taylor still intimidated me on some level, because despite our agreement I still felt like a teenage boy and she looked like a grown woman.

Ashley and her father watched helplessly as the two traded insults. When I saw Rachel pour herself a big glass of burgundy wine, I knew that she was not going to back down and was just getting started.

“Thunder Thighs, shut your fat face, right now,” my sister obediently stopped talking.

The look on Ashley and her father’s face was surprise and wonder.

Ashley’s mom looked impressed and grateful.

“What did you make me promise to do before we came here?”

“I don’t know, Jason,” my sister pouted like a spoiled brat. Her pulse was racing, I could see the veins in her smooth forehead pulsing.

“You made me PROMISE not to let you get snippy. You said you wanted to apologize to Ashley and Rachel for any hardship you put their family through and you didn’t tell me anything about your affair with her husband.”

Ashley’s dad looked down at his glass and mumbled something about it being a one-time thing and hardly an affair but Rachel didn’t seem inclined to cut him any slack for that reason.

“You nearly ruined their marriage, broke up their family and you have the audacity to come here and start a scene?”

“I am sorry, I did tell you to stop me from making an ass of myself, and bringing drama, Jason. I miss my best friend so much, and I’d do anything to get her forgiveness. I’d do anything to get Rachel’s forgiveness too, because It was low down of me to fuck her husband, but please don’t make me do the thing we discussed. I was just kidding when I promised you could punish me.”

I had no idea what Taylor was talking about. I started to panic because I thought this could have all been some elaborate trick after all. I didn’t know Taylor was tricking me – only that this wasn’t what we discussed at all.

“What did you tell your he could make you do?” Rachel poured a glass of wine. Rachel seemed unsurprised by what Taylor said but I could tell she was secretly intrigued.

“It doesn’t matter, because you would never allow him to do it anyway!” my sister replied with a sassy grimace and then pretended to glug imaginary wine. The implication being that Rachel was drunk.

“Taylor, you made me SWEAR to keep you from making an ass of yourself at the Swallow’s house,” I tried to sound very serious and play along. I hoped I was doing it right.

“I lied, when I asked you to keep me from being an ass. I am a lying liar, pants on fire, that’s why you didn’t let me wear pants over here,” Taylor lifted her sweater slightly and revealed her bald, bare pussy to Rachel and Ashley. Mr. Swallows was afraid to look in her direction.

That was unexpected! I had no idea what would happen next.

Ashley’s mom hissed like a cat and said she had the nerve to call our mother and tell her how disrespectful she was being.

“That won’t be necessary, Mrs. Swallows,” I tried to deepen my voice like a superhero coming to her rescue. I doubted I was successful. “Since you like flashing so much, remove that sweater and hand it to me!”

Taylor looked at me with a grim expression on her face. She ground her pretty teeth slightly. She put her hands on the sides of her sweater. “I am sorry, Jason. I didn’t mean to be a total ass. Please don’t punish me. I know I told you that you could punish me if I was an ass. I wanted to congratulate Ashley on getting Stan and apologize to Rachel for fucking her husband, but I knew I couldn’t do it politely. They would never believe me.”

In a way, Taylor had just apologized for both of those things, without coming right out and apologizing.

Ashley and Rachel didn’t seem to know what was happening. I barely understood. I assumed we were playing a little role-play for their benefit.

My sister pulled her sweater over her head and handed it to me. “Okay, okay, I made you promise to punish me if I was rude. I probably should have just walked over here naked, because I knew I was not going to behave.”

I suppressed a laugh. “You will WALK back completely naked in the cold, nice and slow so you can think about your icy behavior here, TT,” I ordered very sincerely.

Rachel and Ashley scoffed at the very notion that I would dare talk to my sister that way. My sister played along and put her hands on her naked hips. “You wouldn’t dare make me do that?”