An Ordinary College Sex Life

Chapter 16: Winter Break

It was just after 2am when I finally returned home. The party was pretty much over, just a few stragglers hanging around. The music was off and the lights were low. And being the only resident still up and about, I felt it was my duty to usher out the final guests.

Marian Liu was on the back patio smoking something that didn’t smell like a cigarette with two guys. She seemed to be trying to decide which one to take home; and when I arrived, her decision was made to just take them both back with her.

I found Julie Carpenter and her boyfriend Lloyd making out in the bathroom. I would have thought this completely ordinary except that Kerri Trainor was on her knees sucking his cock. I just smirked and told them to take it back to their own place, wishing Lloyd luck. I’d certainly found myself in the same position more than a few times.

Luckily there was no one passed out somewhere, so I didn’t have to worry on that regard. The closest was Tony Calderon, who was asleep on the couch with Jamie Miano, the Tri-Delt freshman, under the crook of his arm. I got them both up and sent them on their way, most likely to Tony’s place.

And then I finally went into my own bedroom.

You’d think that after spending five minutes walking back in 40-degree weather from Ryan’s and Dawn’s apartment that I’d have lost my erection. You’d think that spending another ten or so minutes ushering partygoers from my house would have made damn sure I’d gone limp.

But no, I hadn’t. The whole time I was walking home, shooing out guests, and cursing my sense of morality that wouldn’t let me sleep with Dawn when Ryan didn’t really want me to, I was envisioning the way Dawn looked tonight. I saw her beautiful face. I saw her full, firm, and naked breasts. I saw her flat tummy and flared hips and the pink juncture between her thighs. I saw the way her lips were parted (both sets) as she panted softly ... panting in arousal ... for ME.

And I was still hard.

Yeah, the damn thing was starting to ache a bit.

And so it was with this massive erection that I entered my room and found it already occupied. I hadn’t expected any company and so wasn’t the quietest of people as I shut the door, dropped my keys, wallet, and cell phone onto the dresser, and started pulling off my shoes. Only then did I see the head pick up off my pillow as a gorgeous girl turned to look at me.

Hunched over, my hands still on my shoelaces, I froze in surprise. Beautiful young Meli, still clad in that dark, sleeveless crop-top, sat up and let the blankets fall down to her waist. Her gold-flecked eyes stared in amusement at me, and as I stood up straight her eyes went up with me before dropping right back down to the obvious bulge in my jeans.

Her face was flushed with arousal and she was sweating lightly. Licking her lips, the young stranger I’d only met this evening stared straight at my crotch as she asked in a heated voice, “Is that for me?”

I blinked just once and then moved. I didn’t ask any questions. I didn’t wonder what circumstances had brought about her presence in my bed. I simply strode over, put my arms on Meli’s shoulders, and bore her onto her back across the mattress while fastening my lips over hers.

I was horny. And I was about to get laid.

“Nnnnhhh...” Meli moaned when I pulled my lips off hers and moved them down her neck. I arched myself while she frantically tugged at the blanket to get it out from between us. Once that was accomplished, her hands slid around to the hem of my shirt, jerking upwards until I got up and tossed it over my head. And then I paused for a second to admire the pretty girl beneath me.

Meli had caught my notice from the very first time I laid eyes on her, even flanked by three other pretty girls in Jocelyn, Kelly, and Jamie. Meli’s 5’10” height and model slenderness got my attention. Her extremely pretty face held it. And her youthful, almost innocent quality got me really engaged.

But I wasn’t thinking about youthful innocence anymore. I was thinking about fucking a hot babe; and from the way Meli was scrabbling at her clothes, she was thinking the same thing. Her dark crop-top was tight-fitting, but she managed to wriggle it over her head on the way up her arms. This left her perky tits completely bare to me, and just when the material was covering her face, I put a hand on the top to trap it over Meli’s face while leaning down to swirl my tongue around an erect nipple.

“Mrf!” Meli squeaked into her shirt, which was still bound around her arms and face, blinding her. She couldn’t remove the shirt while I held onto it, and she was completely at my mercy as I continued lavishing my oral attentions on her perky titties.

I didn’t leave her helpless for long. After a minute of suckling I helped her remove the top and she shot me a look of mild annoyance. Clearly, she wasn’t a tie-me-up-and-have-your-way-with me kind of girl, especially since we barely knew each other and she had no reason to trust me. Actually, if she’d been listening to all the girls’ gossip, she’d have every reason to believe I’d have my way with her and then move on to the next girl.

But she wanted me to have my way with her first.

I grinned and kissed her in apology. Then I slid down the bed, taking her shorts and panties with me on the way. And I finished by giving her a much better apology, this time with my tongue in her twat.

“Oh, yesss...” Meli hissed as my tongue sank deeper into her channel, quickly joined by a finger. She was soaking wet, and from the heavy volume I imagined she’d been playing with herself long before I came into the bedroom. But her pussy was still quite tight and I only needed one finger to wriggle around while I licked and suckled on her clit and the other erogenous spots around her pussy.

I started working her up to a quick orgasm, but after a minute or two she grabbed at my shoulders and tugged, gasping, “Forget it. Just get up here and fuck me!”

My instincts told me to ignore her and give her a quick orgasm first, entering her while she was still in the throes of climax. But after everything that had gone on tonight with Dawn, I’d been hard for too long and I was craving my own release. So I swiftly slid up the bed and swabbed my mushroom head through her wet labia.

“Oh, shit!” Meli groaned and then looked down between her legs. “It’s so BIG!”

I grinned and rubbed around a bit more, building up moisture on my cockhead. “Not really. But this may stretch a bit.” And then I pushed forward.

“Aiiiiii!” Meli squealed as I parted her folds and began sinking inside. She was really tight and for a second, I wondered which girl had the tighter cunt, Meli or Robin. Despite her height, Meli was quite thin and she certainly felt just as constricting as Robin had earlier that night.

“I TOLD you it was big!” Meli complained as I pushed another couple of inches inside and then withdrew. And then she simply let her head lay back as I slowly pumped in and out of her until at last she adjusted and I was fully buried inside her sweet pussy.

“How does it feel?” I husked as I began kissing her neck.

“So full,” Meli moaned in response as she hooked her ankles around mine and tugged tightly, trying to feel how deep I could get.

I nibbled my way down her shoulder as the young girl got used to the feeling of having me fully inside her. And then I pushed myself up and off her chest to look down once again at her face. “You really ARE gorgeous, you know that?” I said in wonder.

She smiled and then chuckled. “You’re just saying that to get into my panties.”

“I already am,” I grinned.

“Ooh ... I know...” Meli sighed and turned her head. “I can’t believe we’re doing this. I don’t even know you.” She shook her head.

“We can change that,” I said softly as I withdrew about six inches and then swiftly thrust forward again. She groaned and sighed and looked at me. Then I asked, “What did the other girls tell you about me?”

She shook her head. “Not much, actually. It was all sex, sex, and more sex. Jocelyn and Kelly talked about how you made half the girls they know pass out from too much pleasure. Kerri and Julie talked about how agile your tongue was, doing things they couldn’t believe were possible. And Dayna told me you two used to have all these random late night hookups for the fun of it.”

I raised my eyebrows. “You get around. How DO you know everybody?”

Meli smiled enigmatically and then hunched her hips up at me. “You know, let’s play twenty questions later. How ‘bout you do your legendary sex god stuff on me first and then we’ll get to know each other before fucking again, m’kay?”

It sounded like a plan to me.

Meli and I never did the “getting to know you” stuff. I fucked her to two orgasms and then remembered my Hawaiian, telling her “Ale ko’u kai” when she eagerly took me into her mouth and let me blow my load down her throat, the young girl swallowing like a champ.

She didn’t take her mouth off my cock, either. The pretty, exotic-looking babe rolled me onto my back and continued sucking to get me hard again. I looked down at her very pretty face, those gold-flecked eyes staring up at me while her brown and gold-streaked hair hung around her face. The only thing she was wearing was that puka shell necklace, something that looked mysteriously familiar to me somehow; but with her mouth on my cock I wasn’t thinking too hard about it.

When I was hard again, Meli swiftly replaced her mouth with her pussy, sinking down onto me with a throaty moan. “Still so fucking BIG!” she exclaimed as she hit bottom. I just gripped her hips and started guiding her up and down.

By now, I’d figured out most of Meli’s triggers and sensitive spots, and taking her to another climax was pretty easy. Her tits were small, not quite B-cups, but they were very sensitive. Like most young girls I knew, she was at first squeamish when my fingers played around her ass; but at the moment of climax, a little pressure against her anus heightened her pleasure. And of course I had easy access to her clit while she rode me up and down.

But now it was time to put her out. After cumming in Robin and once with Meli, I felt like I only had one round left in the chamber and I was getting tired as the hour ticked past 3am. So gripping Meli’s tight ass in my hands, I held her body against me and rolled us over into a missionary position without dislodging my cock from her cunt.

“Oh, shit,” Meli groaned as I began thrusting into her. She was relaxed beneath me, absorbing each blow, and I took advantage of her state by raising her legs and putting both of them over my shoulders. Folding her in half and pounding her was a fantasy from the house party that I wanted to live out.

“Oh, shit!” Meli whimpered when I pushed forward, taking her legs with me and rolling her ass up and off the bed. In this new position, I was able to drive almost vertically downwards into her pussy, hammering her even deeper than before. The young babe tossed her head left and right while I folded her beneath me, really dicking her hard. And soon we were both ramping up to our final orgasms.

“It’s so good! I can’t believe it! Fuck me! Fuck me!” she gasped and tried to hump herself back at me.

“Urgh, urgh, urgh!” I grunted with every thrust. I usually did my best work around midnight or at 7am. My circadian rhythms were off and I was struggling a bit to keep up the pace after 3am.

“Fuck me! Fuck me! Harder! Yes! Yes! Yes!” Meli screamed and scrabbled at my back, her nails digging into my shoulder blades.

“Ugh-ugh-ugh-ugh-ugh!” I wound up grunting as I sped up my thrusts, losing myself to the uncontrollable final short rows. I didn’t have much time left, and I ran my lips up Meli’s long neck and then bit down gently just below the left side of her jaw. My left hand slid up to grip her right breast, tracing my thumb along the sensitive undercurve while my index and middle fingers bracketed her nipple. I pivoted my hips so that each thrust of my pelvic bone would impact against her clit. And at the very last moment, I popped my right index finger into her ass for the very first time all night.

It was all a little desperate for me, and I wasn’t even sure it was enough. Normally I would have spent another five minutes getting Meli primed to be knocked out, but I simply couldn’t last any longer. But fortunately for me, it was enough.

“AAAAAIIIII!!!” Meli screamed right into my ear, the sound deafening. Her legs clamped around my neck as if she were trying to strangle me. Her butt kicked higher off the bed as she tried to get away from the finger in her ass while simultaneously clenching down around it. And I felt the tremors in her pussy as a massive orgasm swept across her body at the same time.

My eyes were closed as I hammered her for another three strokes and then held myself at maximum penetration, grunting in relief as I felt the flood pour out of me. Meli jerked again when she felt the first jets splashing inside of her spasming pussy. And then the two of us were lost to the riot of orgasmic bliss as we thrashed and humped and screamed in ecstasy.

The tall, slender young babe went limp before I was done sperming her. Her legs were still trapped over my shoulders, so her body was still curled up and off the bed, with only her shoulders against the mattress. My own feet were digging into the bed to hold us in that position; and with my cock pointed almost straight down, I squirted out the final drops of cum to join the lake forming inside her teenaged vagina. And when I rocked back onto my heels while slowly removing her legs from my shoulders, I saw that Meli had indeed passed out from her pleasure.

I was dizzy for a few seconds from the force of my orgasm and from unconsciously holding my breath while I was squirting. I was getting steadier with each passing second; but I felt so tired that I decided to just succumb to the vertigo and laid down next to Meli’s unconscious form. Finally, I pulled the blankets over both our naked bodies and cuddled up next to my young lover. And then I sighed and went to sleep.

“WHAT THE FUCK???”

The male voice cracked in the air like a gunshot, loud enough and harsh enough to startle me from my slumber. My eyes flew open as I instinctively woke up and turned toward the sound of danger. Automatically, I grabbed the blanket and pulled it up to my chin as a shield over my naked body while my eyes tried to focus on the visibly upset young man in front of me.

Matt Kanemura, Brandi’s boyfriend, stood in the doorway with an expression of shock, outrage, and purely unadulterated hate on his face. “MELI! What the FUCK happened?”

Behind me, my most recent lover grabbed onto my arm and whimpered in fear, pushing her nose and the lower-half of her face against my shoulder. Apparently, Meli had just been startled awake as well.

“HOLY SHIT!” Matt continued yelling. “Did he... ? Did you... ? Oh, FUCK! I’ll fucking KILL you!” He started stomping forward and I immediately held my hands up in defense.

“Whoa, whoa, WHOA!” I stammered and backed up on the bed, Meli still cowering behind me.

“You get the HELL away from my little sister!” Matt raged.

“Whoa, what? Sister? What?” I jerked around wide-eyed and stared at Meli. Only then did I look at her neck, and everything clicked for me: the necklace. She and Matt had identical puka shell necklaces. Come to think of it, Matt and Meli had similar tans and facial structures, with an exotic mixed Asian heritage. “You’re his sister?” I gasped in shock.

Meli just nodded rapidly and wordlessly.

Ah, hell.

I sat up and slid away from Meli, more for Matt’s benefit than anything else, until I my back was against the headboard. My hands were still in the air and I looked at him with wide-eyes. “I didn’t know, Matt. I swear.”

“She’s just a kid! She’s still in High School!” Matt screamed at me.

“I didn’t know,” I pleaded again. Well, that explained Meli’s youthful appearance.

“What the hell happened?” he yelled at me. “What the hell are you doing here?”

I blinked twice. “It’s my bedroom.”

Suddenly Brandi was in the doorway behind Matt. He turned around to look at her and then back at me. “You were supposed to be gone for the night! You left with Dawn and Gwen!”

I blinked again. “Stuff happened. I came home.” I turned and looked at Meli, who was staring downward while clutching the blankets around her naked body, blushing pink in embarrassment. By now, Adrienne had also arrived in the doorway and was looking in curiously.

“Did you assault her?” Matt thundered at me.

“What? No! Of course not!” I protested.

Matt turned on his little sister. “You wanted to sleep with him?”

“I was horny...” Meli pouted. “Do you know how thin the walls are here? I could hear people fucking upstairs and in the next room all night! I was rubbing myself for an hour before he came in.”

“I sent you in here to sleep!” Matt groaned at his sister.

“Wait, YOU put her in my bed?” I asked.

“I thought you were GONE!” Matt growled. Then he turned and harshly jabbed a at Brandi. “Actually, it was YOUR idea! YOU told me to let her sleep in here! This is YOUR fault!”

“Whoa, whoa!” Brandi held her hands up. “YOU were horny, too, Matt! YOU asked me what to do with your sister so you could spend the night with me! We were BOTH there when Dawn took him out. We BOTH thought he’d be gone for the night. And it was a free bed.”

“Worst fucking mistake of my life!” Matt yelled. “FUCK!” He turned and glared at me. I knew the look. It was the same look he’d given me when he caught me with my dick up Brandi’s ass. And it was the same look he’d given me every now and again ever since. It was a look of pure hate and disgust, and I’ll never forget that look for the rest of my life. He’d caught me fucking his girlfriend (my own sister); and now he’d caught me fucking his sister. Let’s just say I wasn’t expecting the guy to send me a Christmas card.

I now turned to Meli. “You weren’t waiting for me?”

The young girl blinked and shook her head. “I didn’t know you were coming home.”

I winced. “But I thought ... And when I walked in ... you...”

“Oh, I wanted it,” Meli shook her head. “I just didn’t plan it.”

Ah, hell. I’d just assumed she was in my bed to seduce me.

Hanging his head, Matt seethed quietly for a few seconds before snapping his head back up and whirling back to the bed. “Get dressed,” he barked at Meli, pointing his finger threateningly at her. Then he turned and glared at Brandi. “We’re leaving.”

Silently, Meli slipped out of the bed and held an arm over her breasts self-consciously. The only two guys in the room were me and her brother, and Matt was deliberately averting his eyes while she snatched up her crop-top, panties, and shorts. She got dressed, and then with Matt still looking the other way, she came up and pecked me quickly on the cheek. Her eyes apologized for the words she couldn’t say, and then she moved away. “Okay, I’m done,” she announced.

Matt turned and grabbed her hand. And then without a backwards glance, he practically dragged her out the door and out of the house.

Sighing, I snagged some pajama pants and got out of bed. I went out my door and stood next to Brandi and Adrienne, who were thoughtful as they stared out the open front door.

Just then, Dayna and Kevin came sleepily down the stairs and looked over at us. “Heard a ruckus,” Dayna commented while yawning. “What’d we miss?”

I slammed the trunk closed on the Mustang and looked up to watch Adrienne let Brandi into the back before folding the passenger seat into place and jumping in herself. Only, Brandi wasn’t getting in. Her hand was over her mouth and she was staring at her cell phone in shock.

Adrienne looked over, made a noise, and then brought her hands up to Brandi’s shoulders, squeezing comfortingly. I realized that something was wrong and went around as well.

Peering over Brandi’s left shoulder, I saw the screen the girls were still staring at and realized it was a text message from Matt: Can’t do this anymore. We’re done.

Sadness for Brandi mixed with anger at Matt. Seriously, a text message? After the years they’d been together? But I realized I’d had a significant role in the break-up and I immediately turned to my big sister. “Brandi, I’m SO sorry.”

[SMACK!]

My eyes popped open in shock that Brandi had just slapped me. She had raised her hand again, holding it a few feet away from her head. Her face was a look of pure rage and as she glared at me, her teeth grinding and her irises aflame. Her hand vibrated with energy as she decided whether she wanted to hit me again or not.

Wincing, I just closed my eyes and braced myself for the blow.

And I waited...

And I waited...

Maybe she wasn’t going to hit me again? I started cracking my eyelids open and—

[SMACK!]

“Owww!!!” I turned and held my cheek.

“Brandi!” Adrienne was now holding Brandi’s wrist, stopping her from hitting me one more time.

“GAWD DAMMIT, BEN!” Brandi yelled at me. “Why’d you have to DO that?”

“It’s not his fault!” Adrienne said loudly while trying to restrain Brandi’s flailing limbs without hurting her.

“Of COURSE it’s his fault!” Brandi screeched. “My boyfriend fucking broke up with me by fucking text because Ben fucking slept with my boyfriend’s fucking little sister!”

“She was in his bed and she came onto him,” Adrienne argued. “What did you THINK he would do?”

“Oh, I KNOW what he would do. He fucking DID it! He fucking did HER!” Brandi squalled and kept flailing, now trying to hit Adrienne.

But a second later, all the fight went out of Brandi and she literally collapsed straight down, sitting on the asphalt of the driveway. She buried her face in her hands and rivers of tears poured out from around her fingers. “Why do you have to be YOU, Ben? WHY?”

“Brandi, I’m sorry,” I pleaded and reached out to her. But she immediately raised an open palm straight at me in a clear ‘keep away’ gesture. I stopped and gritted my teeth.

“Why couldn’t you be just a normal little brother? Just an ordinary boy?”

“An ordinary boy STILL would have slept with Meli if she threw herself at him like that,” Adrienne pointed out.

“But an ordinary boy would never have attracted Meli in the first place,” Brandi moaned. “An ordinary boy wouldn’t have two dozen girls in the house raving about how good he was in bed all night.”

Adrienne and I looked at each other. We didn’t have much defense for that.

Brandi whimpered, “An ordinary boy wouldn’t have seduced ME and started this fuck up in the first place...”

Adrienne barked sharply, “Brandi, you don’t mean that!”

My older sister sighed and put her forehead down on her upraised kneecaps, clutching her arms around her legs. “I wish we’d never gotten started, Ben. I regret everything I’ve ever done with you. I hate you and I wish you’d just fucking get out of my life.”

“Brandi!” Adrienne gasped.

Now I felt like collapsing onto the ground and crying.

It was a quiet drive home. Brandi hid out in the back seat, not talking to either one of us. Mercifully, she fell asleep after the first two hours and didn’t wake up again until we were home.

Adrienne drove us instead of me, at least halfway. I was pretty shell-shocked myself after everything that had happened since last night. Between the party and the Swingers game and Dawn and then Meli and Matt and Brandi, I was so emotionally wiped out I could barely see straight.

Seeing straight is kinda useful for driving, you understand.

But after we stopped for gas and snacks, Brandi still dozing in the back seat, I felt good enough to drive and wanted something to focus on. So I took over driving and we made it back just after 4pm.

“We’re home,” I called after pulling my key from the door, glancing around the foyer. I moved forward and Adrienne followed after me, dropping her purse and duffel bag onto the floor. Almost immediately, our parents came out from the family room and embraced us with warm hugs.

“Ohhh, we missed you,” Mom hummed as she patted my back. We then switched partners and I hugged my dad while Adrienne embraced Mom.

“Brandi?” Dad asked.

“Still asleep in the car,” Adrienne explained. “She, ah, had a rough morning.”

“I’ll get her,” Dad volunteered and went out through the doorway.

“Oh, I want a bath,” Adrienne groaned and stretched.

“You’ll have to wait until we unload the car,” I remarked with a smirk, summoning what little humor I had left.

“The car can wait,” Mom interrupted us with a quietly serious tone. “Ben, Adrienne: Eden wants to see you both.”

I knew at once that something was terribly wrong. I was pretty drained, but my adrenaline spiked and in a dangerous voice, I asked hurriedly, “What happened?”

“Everything is fine. Nobody got seriously hurt. And Eden is pretty much unharmed.”

’Pretty much’? I sensed a “but” coming and leaned my weight forward in anticipation.

“But,” Mom continued. “A boy tried to rape Eden last night. Ben, wait—”

I was already halfway up the stairs. Adrienne was right behind me.

A split-second later, I knocked and then rushed into the twins’ bedroom without waiting for a response. Eden was in bed, still in her pajamas with the blankets and her favorite stuffed animals surrounding her. Emma was sitting on the end, clearly talking to her twin sister. And both of them looked up excitedly when I came in.

“Ben!” Eden exclaimed in relief and opened her arms to me. I rushed forward and quickly sat on the bed beside her, taking my baby sister under my left arm and trapping her tightly against my side while she wrapped her arms around me.

Adrienne went up and sat behind Emma, draping her arms over the smaller girl’s shoulders in a hug from behind as well. And when I looked up I saw that Brooke had also stepped into the room. For now, our parents stayed behind. I’m sure they’d had their own chances to talk to the twins.

“How are you, kiddo?” I asked Eden.

“I’m okay, really. It’s no big deal.”

“You sure? Mom said some punk tried to rape you.”

Eden didn’t answer but snuggled her face tighter against my chest.

“Who?”

“Dexter Walker,” Brooke put in. “He’s a Junior.”

My eyebrows rose as I looked up at Brooke. “Did you say ‘Walker’? Any relation to Drew?”

Brooke winced and nodded. “Little brother. Basketball player.” I saw some of her own old demons surfacing in her expression.

My eyes met Adrienne’s and I could see the same fire in her eyes. I could feel the buzz in the back of my head that told me we were on the same wavelength. So my eyes asked if she still had those pointy-toed shoes and Adrienne was already nodding with me in agreement. “Where is he?” I growled and stood up off the bed.

Eden grabbed my arm and said, “Ben, don’t.”

Brooke’s eyes were aflame as she stared back at me, some sort of vengeance on her mind. “He usually plays ball on the weekends at the old courts. You know, where Drew used to practice?”

I knew exactly where the courts were and started to move away. But Eden tugged me back. “Please Ben, don’t! It’s my own fault!”

I rotated my head down and looked in shock at my little sister. “Your fault? Did you say ‘no’?”

“Yes, I did.”

“And did he stop?”

Eden winced. “No, he didn’t.”

“Then it’s not your fucking fault!” I yelled.

Eden cowered and winced when I swore at her. I immediately scrunched my face up and said in a much calmer voice, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to yell at you.”

She just gave me the puppy-dog look, looking small and helplessly vulnerable. I didn’t have any choice but to quickly sink back onto the bed, holding my arms open for Eden to merge up against me. I rubbed her head and then said as calmly as I could, “Tell me what happened.”

I remembered back to my Junior year of High School when Brooke and her Freshman acolytes first started traipsing around the school in stylish new clothes that did much to emphasize their developing assets. The skimpy tops and push-up bras gave them cleavage and the skintight jeans hugged their butts. My own best friend Kenny commented more than once about how hot the Freshman girls were; and he even perved on my own little sister.

Eden and Emma were those hot freshman girls now, and like their older sisters before them, they had world-class asses and adorably pretty faces. Brandi had been one of the hot, popular girls years ago. Brooke had followed her by becoming one of the hottest girls in her class — even Adrienne had pointed that out back in the day. And now my twin baby sisters were hot new girls on campus. Only heightening their appeal was that they’d followed Adrienne’s and Brooke’s advice and joined the Junior Varsity Cheerleaders.

Back when I was still in school, the guys frequently discussed Top 10 lists: Top 10 racks, Top 10 asses, Top 10 Sluts, Top 10 Bitches, or Top 10 girls ... period. (Adrienne was at the top of that one. Actually, she was at the top of a lot of lists.) There was also the Top 10 Freshmen girls, an annually-compiled list celebrating the sweet, young blood that entered campus with almost no idea what predators awaited them. Brooke had found out that Eden and Emma were tied at number 4. And the upperclassmen had moved in fast.

On Brooke’s advice, the twins had played it coy and not accepted solo dates. This early in their High School careers, it was too easy for a guy to brag that he’d nailed a Freshman girl, especially a cheerleader, even if he hadn’t. The guy would get props from his friends and the girl would get a reputation as a slut even before she had a chance to get started. It was unfair; but it was High School.

Brooke had also cautioned the twins that these older boys were nothing like the eighth-graders they’d known before. These boys had experience, were smooth talkers, and were manipulative. They’d say anything to get laid, and the twins learned this part firsthand over their first semester as High Schoolers.

Brooke had told the twins of some of her own experiences, being a good big sister in warnings and making herself available for advice. But through all that, Brooke never told the twins exactly what happened to her that night at Drew Walker’s house. She never even mentioned Drew’s name. Perhaps it was because she was embarrassed about the incident. Perhaps it was because she herself had done her best to forget it. But the point was, the twins didn’t know about Drew and they had no warning that Dexter Walker might be a carbon-copy of his big brother.

The twins had been at a friend’s house for a semi-annual post-Finals party, not unlike Elaine Fukuhara’s parties I went to throughout High School. They were with their crew of all girls, six of them in total, just enjoying each other’s company and talking about boys when Dexter meandered by. It was a Sophomore boy hosting the party, and while there weren’t many upperclassmen in attendance, Dexter was friends with some of them as well.

As it turned out, Dexter had been flirting with Eden for the past month. He impressed her in that he was one of the few boys who could always tell Eden and Emma apart — the twins usually looked down on any boy who tried to flirt with them both because he was too dumb to realize which twin he was with. And Eden was also impressed that a Junior, a handsome Varsity basketball jock, was flirting with her.

The four other girlfriends tittered when Dexter came by to flirt with Eden. Dexter’s boys were also flirting with them. And when Dexter asked if Eden wanted to see the new sound system he’d put in his car, she agreed. Emma warned her it probably wasn’t a good idea, but Eden was too smitten at the time to listen. She reasoned that even if she was alone with the boy, they were just going out to the street for a bit, not actually for a drive. And besides, she knew she could take care of herself. The only risk might be to her reputation, but it was a status boost for a freshman girl to be with a Varsity jock, and she deemed it worth the risk. As long as she came back in a couple of minutes, it wouldn’t be a big deal.

Dexter’s Chevy had a front bench seat and he snuggled Eden under his arm while showing her the sound system. She squeaked a bit when he started the car and pulled away from the curb, but he explained that you had to hear the car’s engine running and the road noise to appreciate how good the sound system was. The point of listening to music in a car is to do so while driving. It made a logical kind of sense, and Eden swallowed her objections.

Fortunately, they didn’t drive very far away. The party was in the hills and just two blocks up, Dexter parked on a bluff overlooking the city below. He also switched from playing loud metal to the KOST 103.5FM radio station, known for playing slow, cheesy love songs at all hours of the day. And there, the handsome Junior finally got in a kiss.

It wasn’t the first. Dexter had stolen kisses in the school hallways from Eden twice in the past week. Eden had even concocted a plan to send Emma after him, just as a test, but the guy instantly recognized Emma and just chatted smoothly before asking about Eden, claiming he felt like he was falling in love with her. So now, while they were making out in Dexter’s car, Eden’s hormones kicked in and she was soon welcoming Dexter’s hands on her budding breasts.

Unfortunately, Dexter couldn’t maintain the control and slow-seduction he’d been running up until this point. As their kisses increased in intensity and their hands started wandering over each other’s bodies, hormones took over the both of them. Eden actually started it by grabbing at Dexter’s bulge, and quickly the guy had his pants and shorts tugged down while Eden stroked him excitedly.

That’s when Dexter pushed her down and started pulling her panties off. He didn’t ask. He didn’t plead. He just MOVED. Only at that point did Eden realize she’d gone a little further than she was comfortable with, and she tried to clamp her legs shut and push him off, telling him to stop.

Predictably, Dexter got mad. He complained about how he couldn’t control himself, that Eden was too pretty. He said that it was Eden’s fault that he got this worked up, because Eden had started things by grabbing his cock and then giving him a handjob. He complained that he would get blue balls and that it wasn’t fair. And Eden, worried that she’d upset this handsome, popular jock, offered to at least get him off.

But Dexter wouldn’t accept a handjob. “I need you,” he’d pleaded.

“I’m a virgin,” Eden had protested. “And I’m not on the pill.”

“But I love you,” he’d urged. “And I promise I’ll pull out.”

But Eden wouldn’t back down. She was saving herself, and besides that she really was scared at this point. Any horniness or arousal she’d been feeling had evaporated, replaced by nothing but fear. Brooke had warned her about how boys got when they were this horny, and that they were capable of anything.

Seeking something to defuse the situation, she offered to give Dexter a blowjob. She’d never given one to anyone other than me, but she HAD to give him something.

So she blew him. And he ALMOST came. But just before they got to that point, Dexter shoved Eden back, ripped away her panties, and tried to mount her. She fought him off as best she could, finally scratching his cheek and kneeing him in the stomach. And then she managed to open the passenger door and scramble out, running the two blocks back to the party, where she called home for our parents to pick them up.

Dexter never bothered to come back to the party and Eden was visibly upset with a torn blouse and running makeup. The rumors whipped around the party like wildfire, each telling more outlandish than the last. Some boy overheard Eden telling her friends that Dexter tore her panties off, and then for the rest of the time before Dad arrived, boys kept trying to sneak a look up her skirt. She’d just gotten assaulted and other boys were now trying to sneak peeks? Boys just disgusted her right now.

Dad got the twins home. They told their story and even called Brooke home from her own date. And then they’d cuddled up and waited for the rest of the family to come home from Berkeley.

“Why didn’t anyone tell us?” I asked heatedly. It took conscious effort on my part not to squeeze Eden too hard, given that my fists were clenched and I was thinking of all the terrible things I could do to Dexter.

Brooke sighed. “They didn’t want you to panic and do something stupid, Ben. You were already driving home the next day. The last thing they wanted was for you to drive like a demon and get everyone killed in a stupid accident.”

I frowned. “I did just fine when I drove after Dawn that one time.”

“That one time is exactly why Mom didn’t call you,” Brooke drawled.

I snarled and then stood up again. Only now did I realize that at some point during Eden’s story, Brandi had also slipped into the room. But my looks went to Adrienne and Brooke and I asked Brooke, “Do you think they’re still at the courts?”

“Ben, don’t,” Brandi warned.

“Ben, please,” Eden whimpered.

“What?” I growled. “This punk has GOT to know he can’t mess with my family!”

“He’s not a threat anymore,” Brandi urged. “Didn’t you hear Eden’s story? Think about it. He knows he blew any chance he’s got of sleeping with her or Emma, or probably any of their friends, at least for now. Every girl he goes out with for the next few months will know about this story, and while some of them might give him the benefit of doubt, he won’t go near the twins again.”

“Oh, he certainly won’t go near them once I’m through with him. He won’t even be able to walk.”

“Ben! Please,” Brandi urged. “I know you’re trying to be a big brother but you’re 19 and he’s a minor. It’s assault if you touch him.”

“I don’t care! Throw me in jail! I will NOT let him get off scot free!”

Brandi sighed. “Maybe not scot free. But Mom was right; we don’t need you going off half-cocked and doing something stupid right now. You’re tired, you’re stressed, and you didn’t get much sleep last night.”

Adrienne touched my arm. “She’s right.”

“Fuck that!” Brooke growled. “Go kick his ass!”

“That’s two to two,” Emma pointed out.

“This isn’t a democracy!” I barked at Emma. “This is my call!”

“No. It’s Eden’s call,” Adrienne said softly. Then she sat down in my old spot and hugged her adoptive baby sister. “Eden, sweetie. What do you want to do right now.”

Eden sniffled. And in the shyest, most innocent voice, she whimpered, “I just want my brother to hold me.”

All sense of fight flew out of me. My heart went out to her and I quickly moved back to the bed. Adrienne moved out of the way and let me climb onto the bed. I wrapped my arm around my baby sister’s back, cuddling her up against my side. And Eden whimpered and went back to hugging herself against my chest.

“I’m here, kiddo,” I told her confidently while squeezing her tightly. “Nothing bad can happen to you now.”

We met as a family for dinner, and while Eden was still far less talkative than normal, she was feeling much better. Having her entire family around her was doing wonders for her sense of calm.

After dinner, we six “kids” congregated once again in the twins’ bedroom. And one-by-one, we shared our stories as well. Eden had to know that she wasn’t the only one to have gone through something like this. She had to know it wasn’t her fault. And she had to know that she would recover.

We got started because the twins wanted to know about Drew Walker, Dexter’s older brother. I started to explain before Brooke cut me off, stating, “It’s my story to tell.”

Brooke then laid out how she’d succumbed to the same dreams of popularity and a handsome jock. The parallels between her story and Eden’s were chilling, but they’d even gone a step further. Brooke wasn’t a virgin at the time, and she admitted that she’d willingly slept with Drew at a party. But Brooke cautioned that boys try to get more than you give them, and sometimes they even spring surprises on you in the hopes that you’ll just go along with it. Brooke then explained about Marco. And she told the twins how, when she was helpless, Drew had sodomized her over her objections.

“What happened to him?”

Brooke blushed and told the twins about Adrienne and me picking a fight with Drew and Marco, ultimately leading to our suspensions. The twins remembered that we’d been suspended for fighting, but never knew exactly why. Now, it all made sense to them.

I smiled at the memory. That week of suspension had put Adrienne and me on the path to getting back together. And when I looked up at Adrienne, I found that she was smiling and looking at me as well. Things hadn’t worked out romantically for us in the end, but we were still together in our own way.

“Whatever happened to Drew after that?” I wondered aloud.

Brooke smirked. “I wondered about that myself. I never really knew after he left for college. But just a couple of weeks ago, one of my friends at UCLA told me she heard he’d gotten kicked off the basketball team for doing drugs.”

“Steroids?” I arched an eyebrow.

Brooke shook her head. “Weed.” She smirked. “Turns out he wasn’t a good enough player to get away with it. Seems his lateral mobility was never the same after Adrienne’s kick.”

Adrienne grinned, Brooke chuckled, and I had a smile of my own.

But when the room quieted down again, Eden said, “Okay, that’s Brooke’s story. But you guys mentioned that weekend when Ben just disappeared and drove up to Dawn’s place. What happened to Dawn?”

I took a deep breath, looked at my sisters around me, and then nodded. This one was my story to tell.

If the twins were freaked out by the idea of Drew Walker, a guy Brooke had willingly slept with, going further than she wanted, they were terrified by the story of Mark Everson and Dawn. Drew was an upperclassman and a popular jock; the twins knew they needed to be careful with how far they let a guy like that go.

But Mark had been a ‘nice guy’. And while the twins could see how a consensual encounter might get out of hand like with Drew and Brooke or with Dexter and Eden, they couldn’t comprehend someone like Mark deliberately drugging Dawn and then raping her while she was barely conscious. Right then and there, the twins swore they would never accept a drink from anyone else ever again.

But just when I thought the twins were horrified enough, Eden asked Adrienne what she’d felt like when Adam was raping her. They still vividly remembered the story I’d told them after Adam showed up the past summer.

Adrienne squirmed at first, but she went on to talk about how she felt helpless and that no one would believe her. She talked about how she hadn’t had a loving family around her for support. She would have LOVED to have this kind of gathering, the way we were having right now. But it wasn’t there for her when she needed it. “Never hesitate to get your family involved, girls,” Adrienne told them. “You have people who love you and will move heaven and earth to protect you. Ben’s already willing to get thrown in jail for what Dexter did to you, Eden. Imagine how far he’d go if someone did worse? Don’t ever think that we won’t believe you or that we can’t help. There’s ALWAYS something we can do as a family and you are NEVER alone.”

The twins solemnly nodded their understanding, with wide eyes and serious expressions. The room went silent as we all pondered everything that had been said this evening.

And then out of the silence, Brandi spoke. “One of Dad’s coworkers molested me when I was fourteen.”

Adrienne, Brooke, and I stared straight over at Brandi in shock. We’d never heard of this before and our mouths gaped open in surprise. The twins looked confused. To them, this was news, of course. But then, it ALL had been new to them.

Staring off into space, a tear rolled down Brandi’s eye as she sank onto Emma’s bed. Adrienne was quickly beside her with an arm wrapped around her shoulders. Brandi was wringing her hands together and hunched over, looking at the floor as she whimpered, “I’ve never told anyone this before. Not even Mom and Dad. I didn’t think they’d believe me. I thought I was alone. So I never said a word.”

“Ohmigod,” Brooke breathed.

“Mom and Dad were hosting a barbecue on Fourth of July, so I was what, 14 and 3 months? Just a few months older than you,” Brandi said while looking at the twins. “I don’t even know who the guy was. I don’t know if he was Dad’s boss or just a coworker or even the janitor. But we were running out of paper plates and I volunteered to get more out of the closets in the garage. He volunteered to go with me.”

I moved closer to Brandi and knelt on the floor in front of her, holding her hands and staring straight into her eyes. She stared right back at me and said the rest right to me. “It all happened so fast. The plates were on a high shelf and I was getting a step ladder, but he offered to just lift me up. It never occurred to me that he was tall enough to grab them on his own. So he lifted me, and the next thing I knew his hands were on my breasts. He started nibbling on my neck and pawing at me. I was so terrified I couldn’t even scream. I didn’t fight back. I was just scared stiff. He must have thought that meant I was okay with it or something because then one of his hands was inside my shorts as he was rubbing my pussy. He started to put a finger inside me but he hit my cherry and he let out this big groan and started rubbing himself against my back. Only then did I finally dart away and he just let me run off.”

“Oh, Brandi...” Adrienne groaned in agony, no doubt reliving some of her own nightmares.

“I spent the rest of the party in my room. I don’t even know what happened to him after that. I was too scared to tell anybody.”

Still holding Brandi’s hands, I looked her straight in the eyes and said, “I’m sorry, Brandi. I’m sorry I wasn’t brother enough for you back then. I’m sorry for a lot of things. But I promise you that I’m here now. I will ALWAYS be here for you, no matter what.”

Still crying, Brandi nodded and then pulled me to her. We hugged while she hooked her chin over my shoulder and clutched me tightly. A second later, Adrienne was hugging her from behind. And right after that, Brooke was wrapped around us as well. And all of us where whispering how we were a family and how we’d always support each other.

From behind me, Eden and Emma were whispering to themselves. And when we older kids finally broke apart, the twins looked seriously at us and said in unison, “We are NEVER going to be alone with a guy ever again.”

It was Monday morning when Adrienne came into my bedroom, still clad in her pajamas. With everything else that was going on, one new arrangement that had turned out in my favor was that Brandi invited Adrienne to share her bedroom for the break and therefore leave me to my own bedroom. If Adrienne was bothered by the musical beds and not having a permanent room in our house, she didn’t show it. I think she was just happy to have a family to come home to, period. Plus, I think Brandi wanted Adrienne to share the full-size bed at night for occasional comfort sex through the next four weeks.

Apparently last night was one of them. Adrienne was looking sensually gorgeous, as usual, clad in a silky, thin pajama set that clung to her curves like a second skin. The short robe over the top kept the ensemble from being too scorchingly hot, but I still had a clear outline of her big breasts and pokey nipples. And as she sat on the bed beside me, my sex-attuned nose picked up the scent of female pussy juices.

“Morning,” Adrienne said sweetly while I cracked an eye open and elbowed myself up. I’d already been awake, but hadn’t rolled out of bed yet. “Sleep well?” she asked.

I looked at the clock to see that it was almost 10am. Our parents would already be at work and it was the first time I’d been able to sleep in past 7am. “Apparently I did,” I replied, nodding to the clock. “Much better than last night.”

Adrienne nodded. “It’s been an intense weekend for all of us.”

“You didn’t seem to have problems sleeping.”

She gave me a Cheshire smile. “Well, Brandi and I helped each other get to sleep.”

I grinned. “I’ll bet.” And then I sighed and let my head fall back against the pillow.

“You know,” Adrienne drawled. “I was thinking that sleep isn’t the only thing you’ve been lacking lately...”

“Hmm?” I arched an eyebrow with my eyes still closed, still working on waking up completely. But before I could say anything further, I felt Adrienne’s hand sliding up my legs, but on top of the covers, until she eventually centered over my crotch and began rubbing lightly.

Now my eyes did open and I propped myself up on my elbows again. Adrienne was already dragging my covers down my body and leaning over to extract my cock from my pajama pants. This position let her tits hang downward and almost fall out of her scooped top, giving me a tantalizing view of her cleavage. And if I wasn’t hard before, I was getting really, really hard now.

“You don’t have to,” I said softly.

“Of course not,” Adrienne replied to my cock, stroking it up and down while her lips parted. “You know I do this because I want to. I want to do it for you, to give you some relief. But I also want to do it for me. I’ve been so busy with these modeling shoots and you’ve been so busy with the Tri-Delts that it’s been a looong time since I got to play with Big Ben here.”

I groaned as Adrienne’s expert stroking had me stiff as steel. And I groaned again when she bent down and took me into her mouth. “You can play with him whenever the hell you want...”

“Mmm-hmm...” Adrienne hummed around a mouthful of prick. She relaxed her throat and then took me all the way inside, sealing her lips around the base of my cock and sucking hard. And then she popped back up and grinned while stroking me rapidly. “Brandi made me feel really good both last night and this morning, but I’ve got this itch deep inside me that only you can ever fill. Think you can help me with that, Tiger?”

“Over and over again,” I grinned.

“Goody!” Adrienne grinned right back and swiftly stood up next to the bed. Without bothering with the tops of her pajamas, she shimmied out of her pants and panties and dropped them to the floor. The scent of aroused woman hit me full force as she scrambled onto the bed and straddled my hips. We’d done this hundreds of times and I was already in position, holding my cock aloft in my right hand while grabbing her hip with my left. And then with the precise control of a NASA shuttle operator capturing a satellite, I guided her into position and notched my head into her folds.

One lunge and we were joined. Adrienne arched her spine, threw her blonde head back, and sighed, “Aaaaaahhh...” while feeling my prod rubbing against that itchy spot seven-and-three-quarter inches inside her body.

Her pussy muscles milked me for a few seconds, clenching and unclenching in a rippling motion that felt like a third hand. And when Adrienne’s exhalation gave out she inhaled again and sat up straight, bending her head to mine and wrapping me up in a passionate nuclear kiss. And in the sweet taste of her lips and the heavenly feeling of being inside her, I felt the past few days’ worth of tension melt away.

After everything we’d been through, Adrienne was still together with me. Through the seductions and relationships and breakups and questions about sexual orientation, we still found each other when we needed to. She was right: for her and me, “sibling” was better than “romantic partner”. We had all of the love and none of the expectations or disappointments.

“Fuck me, Tiger,” Adrienne breathed right in my face with her eyes closed. My ears heard, ‘I love you, Ben’. “Fuck me,” she repeated.

Her legs were doing most of the work, flexing to move her body up and down my pole while she gripped my shoulders in her hands. My own hands roved around her hips and squeezed her buttcheeks, guiding her motions side-to-side in addition to her vertical humping. I pushed my face forward into her cleavage, licking and suckling the exposed skin of her upper chest. But it wasn’t enough for me and I soon slipped my hands beneath her pajama top and started lifting upwards.

Adrienne helped me by first shrugging out of the robe, letting it drag off her arms before I whipped the silky top over her head and then yanked my own T-shirt off as well. That left us both completely naked, and this time when I buried my face in her cleavage, there was nothing keeping my lips and hands from those glorious G-cup melons that I delighted in playing with.

Adrienne crooned happily while I nursed at her swollen nipple. Once again, I got a momentary mental thrill at the idea of suckling breastmilk out of her, fucking up into her body a little harder and spurring myself toward filling her womb with my potent sperm. And she also started fucking back at me with greater enthusiasm.

“You like that, Tiger? You like sucking on my big titties? Feel how nice and firm they are. Taste the sweat off my heaving breasts. Smother yourself in my titflesh!”

“Mmm-hmm!” I mumbled enthusiastically.

“Oh, fuck yeah,” Adrienne sighed. “Fuck me harder! Does it feel good? Does my pussy feel tight around you? I know you’ve been nailing younger girls, thinner girls. Were their pussies tight? Did they feel like virgins? Are you still happy with mine?”

“Fuck yeah,” I grunted and gripped her hips, fucking myself into Adrienne’s cunt with increased power.

“Oh, FUCK! Fuck me, Tiger!” Adrienne squealed. “Feel my pussy clenching around you. Do those girls know how to do this? Can they squeeze you and caress you like I can? If not, maybe I should teach them. Whaddaya say, can you set up some threesomes with us, Tiger? Can we both fuck you at the same time so I can help teach them how to please you? Will you let me eat out their pretty pussies while you fill my asshole from behind? Huh? Does that sound like fun?”

“Oh, FUCK!” I grunted and really started kicking my hips off the mattress, driving my cock upwards and deeper into her spasming channel.

“Fuck me!” Adrienne cried.

“Ugh!”

“FUCK ME!”

“UGH!”

“I’m cumming! Cum in me! CUM IN ME!”

“UGH!!!”

“AAAAHHHH!” Adrienne arched her spine, threw her blonde head back, and screamed this time. Her body jerked as her climax shot through her like a lightning bolt. And I was cumming at the same time.

“Ughhhh!” I grunted. My body fired jet after jet of cum up and into her body, squirting days’ worth of built-up semen out of balls that were used to firing a minimum of three times a day. And I wrapped my arms around her torso and shoved my face into her massive tits while Adrienne screamed and clutched my head tightly against her chest.

Eventually, our orgasms passed and I flopped onto my back, taking Adrienne with me. My cock was still inside her and she wound up laying her head on my chest, breathing rapidly while we both panted after our exertions. And cuddling together, we both smiled happily.

Adrienne only had the one orgasm and she didn’t pass out. But I knew from the buzzing chemistry we felt and the wave of happiness pouring out from her that she was far from disappointed.

Dawn was right: the most important part of sexual satisfaction for a girl was not orgasm, but the connection to the person they were with. And as I lay content and happy with only one girl in my arms, Adrienne, I realized that just maybe, it was the same for me, too.

Christmas Eve, everyone stayed home to hang out together. We played family poker, and Adrienne sharked all of us ... AGAIN. We watched movies while piled together in the family room. The twins were seriously getting too big to keep using me as a backrest, but that didn’t stop them from crushing me. Eventually, they talked Adrienne and Brandi into swapping places, the two older girls moving up onto the couch and Eden, me, and Emma sitting on the floor and leaning against the couch base so the twins could have room to continue smothering me.

Christmas Day itself was its usual flurry of activity. We exchanged an abundance of presents with the usual assortment of DVDs, video games, books, and clothes.

The phone lines were jammed as our parents made various calls to friends and family to wish them Merry Christmas. All five of my sisters spent the morning with their ears glued to their cell phones. I’m surprised the local tower didn’t overload.

I called Dawn and we spent over an hour catching up. You wouldn’t have thought much could happen in the six days since we’d last seen each other, but there was quite a bit. I told her about what happened to Eden and she told me about what happened with Ryan when he came out of the bathroom with Robin. The guy wasn’t sure whether to feel happy that we hadn’t gone through with it or worried because he STILL didn’t know how he’d feel if we ever did. There wasn’t much Dawn could do to reassure him that we never would as long as they were together. In the end, we reminded each other of our love and promised to meet up ASAP upon our return to campus in January.

Megan Kwan and Cassidy O’Leary then called me to say Merry Christmas. Megan was still with Kaito and Cassidy had recently found someone she thought was pretty special. Daniel Chen called to ask if I wanted to meet up for basketball, but I explained that we were taking a ski vacation over New Year’s this year.

After lunch, Keira McNeil, soon to be Keira Fitzpatrick, came by to introduce baby Colin. He was only a month old and slept for the entire visit. And she didn’t stay much longer than the time needed to give us the invites to her March wedding.

Then it was time for the big family dinner. Brandi and Adrienne spent most of the afternoon in the kitchen with Mom. The rest of us set the table and vegged out in front of the TV. And we spent a good two hours talking and eating and drinking the night away.

My last Christmas present came to me just before bedtime.

I heard a light knock at my door and turned around. I had just gotten back into my bedroom after taking a shower and doing my nightly routine of getting dressed and settling into bed. I was shivering slightly under the still-cold sheets of my bed, not yet warmed up from my body’s presence. And I had been about to switch off the light and put my head down when the knock stilled my hand. “Come in,” I called.

“Hi, Ben,” Brooke said softly as she came into view, wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around her torso. Her hair was slightly damp as she’d taken the shower after me, and I couldn’t help but notice her nice curves packed into the white terrycloth. Now 17-years-old and maxed out at 5’7”, my little sister was now a fully-formed young adult woman; and she had the mature poise and carriage to go along with her developed curves.

Still wearing the towel, she approached the bed and then raised the covers. I arched an eyebrow but didn’t say anything, merely rolling over to the side while Brooke dropped the towel to the floor and then slid in beside me.

My body heat had warmed the middle of the bed. Fully naked and shivering, my sister pushed me over and moved herself to the warm spot. That left me shivering myself, now trying to warm the furthest edge. She turned onto her side and lay her head down on my pillow, inviting me to do the same while facing toward her. And then she reached out to take my hand and bring it up to her bosom, gently placing my palm against the bare skin of her left breast. When I squeezed reflexively, she sighed and smiled happily. “Hi, Ben,” she said again.

I smiled and replied, “Hi, Brooke. How are you?”

“Better now.” Her hand slid down to the front of my pajama pants, fingers tracing and then gripping the bulge she found there. My little sister had been visiting me naked at various times since I was a Junior in High School, and she’d never failed to arouse me, even if she hadn’t always been able to get through to me.

Eventually, she dug inside the waistband of my pants and grasped my erection with her bare hand. And with my hand still cupping her boob, Brooke smiled at me and said, “Let’s talk.”

I arched an eyebrow. “Like this?”

She just nodded. “Feels ... intimate ... this way.”

I nodded and said, “Hang on a second.” I then took the time to wriggle out of my own clothes, shoving my shirt, shorts, and pajama pants further under the covers where they’d hopefully stay a little warm for when I wanted to put them back on. But now I was naked and resumed holding Brooke’s C-cup breast while she wrapped her fingers around my cock. “So what’s up?”

She sighed. “I miss him.”

“Kenta?” I raised my eyebrows. It had been a rough semester for Brooke. Her grades were fine and unlike DJ, she seemed to have an easy track into Berkeley. Our family was just too smart to let our grades slip or our test scores drop. But it was still a stressful time for a college-bound Senior and Brooke’s inability to fully trust her boyfriend had led to their breakup back in November. The fact that Kenta had immediately become Jennifer Vo’s boyfriend only made things even worse.

Unfortunately, I’d been dealing with my own turmoils at the time with DJ, and the upshot was that none of us — DJ, Brooke, or me — was in any shape to really support the other two.

Brooke just sighed and nodded. “Of course Kenta.”

“I know how you feel. I’ve been through a breakup or two in my time.”

“I just thought we’d last forever, you know?” Brooke complained.

I sighed, thinking of Dawn ... and thinking of Adrienne. And now here I was, with no one to call my own. “I know what you mean.”

“What happened to us?” Brooke asked quietly, her eyes sad. “Christmas is supposed to be the happiest day of the year. But getting presents just doesn’t cut it anymore.”

“We’re getting older.”

Brooke sighed. “No amount of books I wanted or spectacular clothes Adrienne finds for me will make up for me feeling so ... lonely...”

“There are other guys, right?”

“There’re a couple hanging around,” Brooke nodded. “I haven’t slept with any of them — I’m not a slut — and life is more than sex, you know?”

I snorted. “You don’t have to tell me.”

“I wish Andrew didn’t freaking live in Oregon.”

“I wish I even HAD an Andrew to look forward to.”

Now Brooke arched an eyebrow at me. “There are other girls, right?”

“More than a couple,” I blushed. “I AM a slut.”

“Yeah, well you can get away with it,” Brooke sighed. “Do they make you happy?”

“For a little while. Always. Probably why I keep doing it.”

“Would you trade them all to have Dawn back?” Brooke looked seriously into my eyes.

Without hesitation I answered, “Absolutely.”

Brooke leaned in and pecked my lips softly. I felt the warmth and comfort of her touch, and a little sigh of contentment spread through me for a brief moment before fading away like the heat evaporating into December air.

“Remember how that felt,” Brooke urged me softly. “Doing that with Dawn would feel a million times better, wouldn’t it?”

I closed my eyes and felt a bit of moisture in my own eyes. The answer was ‘yes’, but I shoved that aside. “Doesn’t matter. Dawn and I aren’t getting back together. She’s got a boyfriend and we’re just friends.”

“That doesn’t matter. I know the way you feel about her and I know the way I feel about Kenta. I love you, Ben, but doing that with Kenta would feel a million times better for me,” she intoned. And then she took a deep breath. “Remember this moment. Remember how lonely this feels without her. Because when you and Dawn get back together, you’ll need to know how it felt to say ‘Absolutely’ when I asked you if you’d give up all those other girls for her. You’ll need to remember how empty you feel when the simplest of kisses from her can turn your world to sunshine from gloomy gray.”

Blinking, I opened my eyes again and stared straight at my sister. “Why are you telling me this?”

Brooke sighed. “Because Kenta’s my soulmate, too. And I hope, I really really hope, that someone out there can tell him exactly what I told you. So the next time he and I are together, he’ll remember how important this is.”

I didn’t hesitate. I squeezed her breast with one hand and held her cheek with my other. I brought my head forward and pressed my lips to hers in a sweet kiss while rolling in and throwing a leg over hers. Our bodies ground together and I felt the heat building between us as our skin rubbed against skin. Our ankles hooked around each other. My cock ground against her belly. And her breasts pressed tightly against my chest. Brooke moaned and after a bit more rolling around, I found myself on top of her with my legs straddling either side of hers, my balls more or less draped directly over her crotch.

I pulled my face away. “I need to understand first. If Kenta is your soulmate, why did you break up with him?”

Brooke smiled and touched my face. “The same reason you and Dawn aren’t back together yet. I’m waiting for him to grow up.”

“What?”

“We learn from our mistakes, right? Kenta’s not the man I want him to be just yet. He lets his hormones do the thinking for him way too much. And he’s too easily distracted by a nice pair of tits. That will always be a part of him, and I’m fine with that. He’s got a great heart and I know deep down he loves me. Once he learns to better control his impulses, he’ll be a much better man for it.”

“So ... you’re just going to wait?” I looked at her incredulously.

“We’re seventeen. We’re just kids. We’re still in High School. He needs to try new things, and fail at some things, and learn from them. He needs to live his life and find his own identity. And when we’re both ready, I know we’ll find each other again.”

“How can you know this?”

“I’ve seen it. In the future.”

“Brooke, that’s crazy.”

“I’m serious.”

I looked into my sister’s eyes quite intently. “Brooke, are you on drugs?”

She laughed and shook her head. “Don’t be silly. Besides, this whole same thing is going on with you and Dawn.”

I sighed. “Even if your crackpot theory works, Dawn and I are different. She’s my best friend. We see each other almost every day. Where’s Kenta going to school?”

“Cornell. Like Mizu.”

“That’s on the other freaking side of the country!”

“I know. He and I will find each other again.”

“Brooke, you’re insane.”

She grinned. “I know. Don’t you love me?”

There was a look of such irrepressible hope on Brooke’s face that I couldn’t help but smile and pull her head to the crook of my neck, holding her tightly. “Yes, I love you. I’ll always love you.”

“Mmm...” She hummed happily. “I know.”

We hugged each other, just enjoying the feel of each other’s body and warmth for a long while. But eventually, I started thinking again of all the things Brooke had just said. It all sounded too pat, too theoretically structured. Life didn’t really work that way. I sighed. “You really think Dawn and I are going to get back together?”

“Mmm-hmm. You belong together. Everyone’s always known it, including Dawn.” Brooke smiled. “And including you.”

I exhaled. “I don’t know about that. I’m serious. We love each other, but I think we’ve worked this thing out being best friends. And she really does love Ryan. I KNOW it.”

“Ryan’s good to her. Of course she loves him. But that doesn’t mean she believes in her heart that she’s destined to be with him, unlike you.”

“So she’s just waiting for me to grow up?”

“Uh-huh.” Brooke was getting distracted now, leaving butterfly kisses all along my chest as she slid deeper beneath the covers. Her left hand found my cock again, stroking it gently.

“Have you actually TALKED to her about this?”

“Nuh-uh.”

“So it’s all in your head.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Great...” I groaned.

“Don’t worry too much about it, big brother. I’m never wrong about this sort of thing.”

“You thought you and Kenta would be together forever.”

“We will be; just not yet. I told you, I can see the future.”

“Brooke, you couldn’t even see that you and Kenta were going to break up!”

She shook her head and nibbled on my nipple. “Doesn’t matter. I saw me and him getting married.” She sighed. “I’m sad right now and I miss him right now. But I know we’ll get back together eventually. I just have to be patient and wait for him to become the man I marry.”

“Fine. You told me at camp that you could only see YOUR future, though. So how would you know if Dawn and I get back together?”

Brooke grinned. “Simple. You once asked me to tell you who YOU were with at my wedding. I can see it now. You’re sitting with Dawn.”

I sighed and lay my head back. I didn’t believe a word Brooke was saying. Seeing the future? Just waiting around for a boy to grow up and magically become the man you want him to be? It all sounded like the fantasies of a young girl. Heck, Brooke had still had an imaginary best friend until she was twelve, spending four years with a figment of her imagination after she’d been separated from DJ.

But I had to admit, it would be nice to believe in Brooke’s imagination. I could almost see it myself: Dawn and I holding hands together and looking adoringly into each other’s eyes at Brooke’s wedding, already planning our own. And then after all the festivities and partying and celebration of life and love and marriage, Dawn would be keyed up and horny and desperate to crawl inside my tuxedo. We might even sneak into the coatroom during the reception and Dawn would pull down my pants and—

“My, my... Someone’s thinking naughty thoughts,” Brooke grinned from underneath the covers. Only now did I realize she had slid so far that her face was right in front of my crotch. And as she held me in her hands, my little sister leaned forward and sucked my prick into her mouth.

“Ohhh ... Brooke...” I groaned while my little sister began expertly fellating me.

“Just relax tonight, big brother. Tonight, let me take care of you.”

She took care of me alright. I lay my head back on the pillow and just enjoyed the pleasant sensations of a warm, wet mouth making love to my dick. She blew me with tenderness and obvious love. And I admit I got quite a thrill out of looking down to see her looking right back at me, my cock denting out her cheeks from the inside as she turned her face left and right.

I tried to pull her around so we could sixty-nine and I could return the favor, but Brooke stubbornly stayed in her spot, cocooned deeply beneath the covers. I then tried to pull her up so she could mount me, but again she kept her mouth locked around my prick. A minute later I spunked my load down her throat. And she swallowed every drop while looking adoringly into my eyes.

I was tired then, but not totally wiped out. Brooke sucked me hard again before mounting me, putting her hands on my chest and riding me slowly. I started to move my hands around to give her pleasure as well, but she took my hands in hers, put them over her breasts and held them there, letting me squeeze her tits but not do anything else. “Let me take care of you,” she repeated sweetly.

I let her take care of me, let her do all the work. Despite having been apart for most of the past year and a half, Brooke still knew exactly how to get me off and she was getting very good at working her inner muscles independently of the rest of her body. And even though she was focused on me, she still managed to get a quiet orgasm of her own.

Twenty minutes later, I surrendered to the final urges of bliss and Brooke let me roll us over so that I was on top, pounding away at her with the last vestiges of my energy. My dick rutted in and out of her tight pussy, rapidly sending the both of us spiraling toward ecstasy. And at last, I spurted my relief into my little sister’s forbidden, incestuous place.

Brooke cooed into my ear and stroked my back while I filled her up. Almost immediately after, I felt the inky blackness around my vision as I fell asleep on top of her. And when I awoke the next morning, she ... and the towel ... were both gone.

On the 26th, the twins’ fourteenth birthday went off without a hitch. It was interesting to me to see the new collection of friends they had each year. There was always some turnover with a few people drifting apart and others coming in. To my consternation, there were now a few boys in attendance, where their birthday parties from 10 to 13 had been entirely female.

I also found myself marveling at how young all those Freshman girls looked to me. Back when I was a Freshman myself, they obviously didn’t look TOO young. Even when I was a Senior, the Freshman girls looked cute with nice titties and tight asses. But now, this close to my own 20th birthday, the young 14-year-olds with coltish bodies and underdeveloped curves just looked ... like jailbait.

I was getting older, and my sense of attractiveness was growing up with me. And as I realized how young, innocent, and vulnerable the twins’ friends looked, I felt guilty over the sexual activities I’d already gotten into with the twins themselves, who were probably the youngest in their class given the school’s January 1 grade cutoff. Banging Sophomores when I was a Senior was one thing, but Eden, Emma, and their friends were in a completely different age bracket.

Fortunately, I guess, the twins had not approached me at all this winter for further sexual practice. Definitely no blowjobs or oral sex encounters. Not even any kissing sessions. The scare with Dexter Walker had put the brakes on the twins’ sexual development and for the moment, they seemed content to just enjoy themselves in other ways. The novelty had worn off. Their curiosity had been sated. And it seemed that we just might be able to get back to a platonic sibling relationship based solely on love. For the first time, I truly believed the twins would actually wait for sex until they turned 15.

The next morning, the family drove up to Big Bear for our ski trip. With fully eight moderately grown-up people, plus all of our associated luggage, we simply weren’t going to fit in our van. We’d lucked out on long-distance trips so far in that at least one of the “kids” was always elsewhere. But whenever we needed to go out as a family of 8 around town, we took two cars, and this trip was no exception. The Mustang was fitted for chains and Adrienne, Brooke, and I drove up on our own. Brandi decided to sleep on the back bench seat of the van. And for the first time in their young lives, the twins got to sit in the two bucket seats for a big family vacation.

Unlike our last trip, we were planning a much longer vacation this time, staying for a full week until January 2nd. As such, there was no rush to hit the slopes; we probably couldn’t handle more than 3 days anyways. Besides, it was a Saturday and the place would be busier than ever. Instead, we spent the first day just settling in and cooking dinner. We’d rented a house for the week, complete with kitchen and three bedrooms. And to my everlasting surprise, I found I wasn’t sleeping on the couch.

Mom and Dad obviously took the master bedroom. Brandi and Adrienne would be in the second room together — they’d been sharing a room at home, anyways. And the twins would share the hide-a-bed. But Brooke and I were actually allowed to share the third room.

By now, Mom and Dad realized that the twins were perfectly aware of the sexual activities in the family. So hiding things from them was no longer an issue and at fourteen, Mom deemed them mature enough to handle the situation. Still, Mom cautioned everyone that this wasn’t our home and the walls weren’t nearly as solid, so we needed to respect our parents and keep things discreet. But Brooke and I were still allowed to share a room and a bed together.

That first night, Brooke and I took advantage of the opportunity. My lonely, boyfriend-less little sister was certainly eager for brother-cock, and I think we kept the volume down enough. Mom and Dad certainly didn’t complain in the morning. But the twins WERE giving the both of us some knowing looks.

The second night, Adrienne talked Brooke into switching rooms after Mom and Dad went to sleep. I amused myself amongst the lush abundance of Adrienne’s titflesh. And from the muffled sounds coming through the wall, Brooke and Brandi weren’t idle, either.

And the third night, Adrienne and Brooke said ‘fuck it’ and they both came into the room with me. The things the three of us did together would blow your mind, starting with a gymnastic sort of arrangement where...

... Well, I’m getting ahead of myself.

That’s because the ski trip week was not so significant because of what I was doing with Adrienne and Brooke, but because of what happened with me and Brandi.

We hit the slopes at Snow Summit as a family on Sunday morning, renting our gear, getting some discount on bundled, multi-day lift tickets for eight people, and then heading up the mountain.

At first, all eight of us stayed together, warming up on the bunny slopes. Unlike the last time I’d been snowboarding, I didn’t have an erection in the way. Brooke had taken care of that when I woke up.

After spending the morning hanging out together and bonding, we then headed into the lodge for lunch. Finding a table for eight wasn’t easy, but we managed it, and Mom and Dad left to go buy food for the lot of us. We six kids then hung around chatting, and I came to a surprising realization: we were ALL of us single.

Brandi and Matt, DJ and I, Grace and Adrienne, and Brooke and Kenta had all broken up in the past few months. Add in the twins who had yet to have serious boyfriends, and collectively we were striking out on the dating front. November and December had just been BRUTAL to all of us. There were no more loved ones waiting for us to come back home. No more hushed calls goodnight to tell them we missed them. We were on vacation, and we were all free.

Now there’s something different about the way a single girl carries herself from one in a relationship. Yeah, even girls in relationships are often flirty, but there’s a completely different way a single girl looks at potential partners when she’s truly available. If a cute guy makes eye contact, maybe she returns the look. Maybe she throws in a smile. It’s subconscious and instinctive. Most girls want to flirt; only their sense of loyalty to a boyfriend (or girlfriend) holds them back. And none of my sisters had such a sense of loyalty anymore.

The upshot is that the guys around the dining area couldn’t help but notice the five beautiful young women surrounding me. My obvious family resemblance to every sister except Adrienne neutered me as a threat. And after a few seconds, I noticed that all five of the girls around me would occasionally drift out of the conversation when they made eye contact with someone who attracted their fancy.

Brandi was subtly making eye contact with a ruggedly handsome guy in his early 20s with a scruffy but hunky look about him. Brooke was coyly looking at and then away from a pack of college-aged guys who seemed to be on a ski trip vacation together. The twins were giggling together and making faces at some High School boy traveling with his family. And even Adrienne was looking with bright eyes at a slightly butch-looking chick with short, spiky bottle-blonde hair and a pierced eyebrow.

That’s when I realized that there were a couple of girls nearby looking at ME, too.

Now a lot of this was innocent glancing. In the vast majority of cases, the lookers on both sides would think ‘Oh, they’re cute’ and then never do anything about it. They would return to the slopes with their companions and probably never be seen again. And at least on this day, absolutely nothing happened.

This day.

Mom and Dad returned with chili cheese fries and chicken tenders and pizza and the like. We’d all burned quite a few calories snowboarding or skiing and dug in heartily. For now, the girls’ attention was on the food, not the cute guys around them. And when we finally finished up, we left the lodge and picked up our snow gear without incident.

Now that we’d gotten in the first batch of bunny runs, we older kids wanted to split off and attack some harder runs. And by ‘we’, I mean Brandi, Brooke, and me. Mom, Dad, Adrienne, and the twins would also move onto some intermediates, but for the most part they all wanted to stick around the bunnies. The twins just weren’t old enough or experienced enough to go down a black diamond, and Adrienne was still way behind us in terms of outdoorsy-activities.

I didn’t know it yet, but if Brooke wasn’t coming along with us, Brandi wouldn’t have split off from the family. For whatever reasons, she didn’t want to be alone with me. And I started to get a sense of this as the afternoon wore on.

My first clue was when the three of us lined up for Lift 10, a triple-seater ski lift. Since Brandi was on skis and Brooke snowboarded goofy, it just made sense for Brooke to sit on the left and me to sit on the right with Brandi in the middle so that (A) our snowboards wouldn’t get in the way while we were sitting on the lift and (B) we could peel out in different directions and minimize the risk of anyone bumping into each other.

But as we approached the front of the chairlift line, Brandi asked Brooke to switch places with her. Brooke was confused, thinking we’d already agreed on an order. But Brandi insisted without explaining why. Shrugging, Brooke just switched and we managed to make it up the lift without incident.

It wasn’t until the third run that I realized that Brandi was barely talking to me. At the top of the hill, or the bottom, or on the lifts, she never initiated a conversation with me and only really responded when I asked her a direct question. In group conversations, she would chat comfortably with Brooke, but I got the distinct impression I was always around the periphery of those discussions instead of a part of them.

Then there was the time Brandi wiped out and I came to a stop beside her, just to help her up. Brooke, being a reckless little sister, had similarly wiped out many times already and gladly taken my hand when she needed the assistance. But Brandi wouldn’t let me help her up and even snatched away the ski pole when I retrieved it for her. From what I could tell, she would have hobbled up the mountain by herself if she’d actually lost a ski, rather than let me go get it for her.

“Brandi, what’s going on?” I finally asked.

“Nothing,” she snapped back at me. “I’m fine.” She hurriedly buckled herself back up and took off without another word.

By the fifth run, even Brooke realized that Brandi was giving me the cold shoulder. There was another time when I ended up far past them and pulled over to the side, kneeling with my snowboard still attached while looking uphill to my sisters. The two of them stayed in a little conversation for a couple of minutes after Brooke had wiped out again and Brandi had come to her rescue. But when we all made it to the bottom, I wasn’t about to ask what was going on with Brandi around.

And then it was time to rendezvous with the others. I wouldn’t get a chance to talk privately with either sister until after we got back to the rental house.

As I figured, it was far easier to get a moment alone with Brooke. Brandi was keeping herself around the others in our family and I wasn’t yet weirded out to the point of going up to Brandi point blank and asking her to speak with me alone. To start something like that would just feel too confrontational and I didn’t want to put her on the defensive like that.

Thankfully, Brooke sensed that I wanted to talk about what had been going on that afternoon and just with eye contact and a couple of head nods, she followed me into our bedroom. “What’s up?” she asked.

“Brandi.”

“Figured,” Brooke sighed.

“What’s going on? She wasn’t totally ignoring me, but she was going out of her way to minimize how much contact we had, wasn’t she?”

Brooke nodded. “Seemed like that to me, too. I don’t know what’s going on. When I asked, she just said it had something to do with the way her and Matt broke up.”

“Ah, hell,” I groaned and face-palmed.

Brooke’s eyebrows shot up. “Wait. What happened?”

“She didn’t tell you?”

Brooke shook her head. I wasn’t completely surprised. Brandi was close enough to Brooke as a sister, but the two had never bonded the same way I had with each of them. Besides, as the oldest kid, Brandi had spent most of her life not sharing things with her younger siblings, and it wasn’t uncommon for us not to know the details of her life. Brandi always wanted to know what was going on in MY life, but she kept her own emotions pretty close to the vest.

I sighed and looked at Brooke seriously. “Matt caught us fucking.”

Brooke winced and read the look in my eyes. “I’m assuming he didn’t take it very well.”

I shook my head and exhaled slowly, wincing myself. “He was disgusted by the incest. They did eventually get back together, but part of the deal was that Brandi have no more intimate contact with me.”

“Ouch.” Brooke winced harder. “I don’t know that I could’ve done that. I love you too much.”

“Brandi does too. But we just concentrated on loving each other as brother and sister more platonically. It was fine.”

“Well that explains why she hasn’t jumped you yet. I kept trying to give her a turn the whole past week. Never realized why she wasn’t making any moves,” Brooke sighed. She frowned for a second and then her eyes lit up with a new realization. “But then she and Matt broke up, right? So the old restriction doesn’t apply anymore!”

I exhaled and looked apologetic. “I met a girl about a week ago, back at school, and we ended up screwing. Turns out she was Matt’s baby sister. His whole family was on the mainland to go to Vegas for Christmas and she just tagged along to our house party.”

Brooke’s eyebrows shot up. “You didn’t know who she was?”

I shook my head in the negative. “Matt caught us in my bed in the morning. First, I fucked his girlfriend. Then, I fucked his sister. He dumped Brandi by text message a few hours later. And the thing is: he could never look at Brandi the same way again after catching her with me back in October, period. It wasn’t just cheating. He never got over the incest part, and they never had a real chance at staying together after that.”

“Cheating, incest, defiling his baby sister.” Brooke sighed. “So Brandi blames you for ruining her relationship with her boyfriend, in multiple ways.”

I nodded. “I thought we’d be okay after that first night when Brandi revealed that she’d been molested. She seemed to accept me back; but I guess not.”

Brooke sighed. “You’ve got to talk to her, Ben.”

“How? I don’t think it would be productive to drag her into a bedroom and demand she explain herself. She’s hurting, she’s mad at me, and I’m not sure it’s my place to talk to her until she’s ready.”

Brooke sighed. “Maybe. But for now, I’ll talk to Adrienne and we’ll see if we can’t work on her, okay?”

“Thanks, Brooke. I owe you one.”

“No, you don’t. I’m your sister and you’re my brother. This is what we do.”

I smiled, still amazed at how much my little sister had grown up.

Monday was much like Sunday, except for the snowboarding part. We skipped the mountain in favor of finding a nice snow park to build ramps and go sledding. Brooke and I conspired to create a massive toboggan course that stretched for a hundred yards and lasted for some thirty seconds. We built an initial framework and then spent the next several hours refining it by trial and error, figuring out we needed to thicken that turn or build that ramp higher or whatever. The twins were our eager crash test dummies and by the end, even Mom and Dad took a few runs down the course.

We also got into a massive snowball fight. Unbeknownst to me and Brooke, Adrienne and Brandi had been stockpiling snowballs for over an hour in preparation for their assault. The two elder girls caught us unawares and undefended, bringing with them armloads of pre-packed balls while Brooke and I had to create more on the fly.

Fortunately for us, I managed to outsmart the girls by dodging around until Brooke and I made it to the elder girls’ stockpile. Then we used THEIR snowballs against them to get the upper hand.

But while I may have tactically outmaneuvered my two sisters, they politically outmaneuvered me. Brandi and Adrienne recruited not only the twins, but also our parents to join them. And stockpile or no stockpile, Brooke and I were dead meat with six-to-two odds.

In the end, there were hugs all around. And when Brandi hugged me, I felt her old warmth and happiness as we congratulated each other on a fight well-played. It felt good. It felt comfortable. And I sighed in relief.

But a second later, I actually felt her withdrawing away from me, even though her arms were still wrapped around my torso. And sadness filled my heart when she pulled back, turned, and moved away.

Something was going to have to change, and soon.

We returned to the slopes on Tuesday. I didn’t have to worry about snowboarding with an erection because the previous night had been the night both Adrienne and Brooke stayed in my bedroom and fucked my brains out. It turned out to be one of those mornings where I couldn’t even summon a morning wood because they’d worn me out so well.

As a group, the eight of us warmed up on the bunny slopes in the morning. But around 10am, Brooke was getting antsy and said she wanted to go on the harder runs. I voiced my agreement and moved off to join her. Then Brooke stopped and looked over at Brandi. “You coming?”

There was a moment’s hesitation when Brandi looked at me before she nodded and split apart from the others. At least she wanted to ski the black diamonds more than she wanted to keep her distance from me. We all said our goodbyes, and Mom told us to rendezvous at noon at the main lodge.

All eight of us had gone up Lift 2, the All-Mountain Xpress quad. We three siblings left our family to go down the Summit Run while we headed east toward the harder runs, eventually making it down to the base of Lift 1, the East Mountain Xpress. It was another high-speed quad lift and would take us directly to the top of our higher-difficulty runs, and we formed into our three-person order with Brandi on the left, Brooke in the middle, and me on the right.

But just as we were approaching the front of the line, Brooke bent over and complained that she’d gotten a cramp. Brandi was the first to wonder, “What, now?”

“Yeah ... ugh...” Brooke moaned. “I’m gonna sit this one out. Why don’t you two go up first? Meet me back right here and I’ll see if I’m feeling better.”

Brooke wasn’t much of an actress, but for the moment, Brandi bought it. “Uh, okay. See you soon.”

Brooke stepped out of her snowboard and then hobbled out of the line, leaving Brandi and me to jump onto the next chair by ourselves. And for the next six minutes or so on the lift, plus the run back down, it was just me and my big sister.

“Kinda strange, Brooke getting a cramp like that well after we finished the run,” Brandi wondered aloud.

“Hey, you’ve never seriously snowboarded. It’s not easy standing on these things. Skis are much more natural.”

“Maybe...” Brandi trailed off and looked away.

I decided to just take the opportunity presented itself and commented, “Hey, you initiated a conversation with me!”

Brandi whipped her head around, a protest on her lips, but she frowned a second later and said, “I wasn’t TRYING not to start conversations with you.”

“Sure you were.” I shrugged. “You’ve been semi-avoiding me ever since we got home from Berkeley.”

“I have NOT been avoiding you!”

“I said semi-avoiding me.” I took a deep breath. “You’re still mad at me. I get it.”

Brandi exhaled slowly, deflating along with the rush of air. And in a tired voice, she mumbled, “Ben, I’m not mad at you.”

“Then why the avoidance?”

“I-.” Brandi cut herself off and looked away. I knew better than to press and just waited her out. But I could feel myself tensing up, knowing we only had so long before the chairlift dumped us and I lost this opportunity. Chairlift pole after chairlift pole passed us by, and with each one I got a little more antsy.

Fortunately, Brandi came back and said, “I’m not mad at you. It’s not really your fault that Matt and I broke up.”

I arched an eyebrow. “Uh, I think it is.”

“Really, it’s not.”

“I slept with his sister,” I pointed out.

Brandi snorted. “So did he, if you think about it.”

I blinked twice and then shrugged at the realization.

Brandi sighed. “You sleeping with Meli was just the last pebble on top of a mountain of other problems. I told you I didn’t think Matt and I would last through the winter. I didn’t think he’d break up with me by text; but we both knew things were coming to an end.”

I felt badly again. “But things were never the same after you got back together, and that first break-up was certainly my fault.”

For a second, my sister looked at me with sharper eyes as the old anger resurfaced. But a second later it melted away and she reached over and held my snowglove-covered hand with her own. “How could it be your fault? I’m the one who brought you into my room for sex. I’m the one who asked you to fuck me in the ass.”

I grimaced and thought of how to respond. But before I did, Brandi continued. “I won’t apologize for what we did together,” she stated emphatically. “I love you and physically making love was a part of our relationship. I knew what I was doing. And it’s not your fault Matt caught us. It just happened.”

I smiled weakly at her proclamation.

Brandi sighed. “If I’d hated you for it, I never would have started fucking you again AFTER we’d gotten caught.” She took a breath and looked like she was going to continue, but cut herself off and looked away.

I waited a few seconds before venturing, “I sense a ‘but’ coming...”

Brandi took a deep breath and glanced at me before looking away again. “I don’t think what we did is evil or immoral. It made us both happy and we were both mature enough to understand what we were getting into.”

I didn’t like the way she was using the past tense.

“But...” Brandi sighed. “I look at my future and as much as I love the physical element of our relationship, I just have to think it’s in my best interest to stop. I can’t go through this again. I won’t apologize for what we did the in the past. But I don’t think I can go back to the way things were. It’s not fair that the world will judge us — judge ME — by what we do together, but that’s the reality we’re in. And as much as I love you, I don’t want to deal with the judgment anymore. WE can’t have that kind of relationship anymore. I’m sorry.”

We’d reached the end of the lift and Brandi turned forward and inched her butt up in preparation for landing. And then our conversation was over.

I did manage to continue the conversation one time, when Brandi had wiped out in the treeline getting back towards the Miracle Mile. I scooted up to help her, and this time she let me get her set back up.

“Can you at least stop avoiding me?” I asked.

Brandi blushed and nodded. “I’m sorry about that. I wasn’t trying to avoid you. But I think I WAS trying to distance myself from you. It’s like I wanted to avoid any kind of intimacy with you, even if it wasn’t really sexual. Guess I went a little overboard.”

“Brandi, I told you before that I could handle a more platonic relationship. We really don’t have to have sex to show that we love each other. But this wall you’ve put between us has really bothered me.”

“I know. I’m sorry. I’ll work on it. But you’ve got to give me some time and space to figure myself out, okay?”

“Okay.” I nodded. Then I waited a second before asking, “Can I hug you now?”

Brandi giggled and nodded her head. I shuffled over and wrapped her up in a warm embrace. It felt sooo good to hold my big sister again after the pain and awkwardness we’d gone through, and I clutched her a little tighter while nuzzling my nose into the crook of her neck.

“Get a room!” A male voice called from somewhere above us. We looked up and realized we weren’t too far from the East Mountain Xpress line, and were just visible as the passengers soared overhead and maybe thirty-feet to our left.

Brandi almost violently jerked away from me, a shadow casting over her face. Quickly, she oriented her skis; and without another word, she sped away from me.

I sighed. “Ah, crap.”

Lunch was once again at the main lodge. As with any ski resort, the majority of visitors come for a day or two and then return back to their homes and their lives. This means that the people you see one day will most likely NOT be around the next day, and especially not two days later. There are, however, exceptions to the rule. And as it turned out, one such exception was a ruggedly handsome guy in his early 20s with a scruffy but hunky look about him.

Brandi caught sight of him almost immediately, and I noticed when she subtly tilted her head downward and flashed her eyes up at him while smiling mysteriously. Tracking Brandi’s gaze, I looked over to see that he was in the middle of a conversation with some other friends, a mixed group of guys and girls around the same age. And when he realized that Brandi was looking over at him, he abruptly dropped out of the conversation mid-sentence and stared right back.

Coyly, Brandi turned away and started talking to Adrienne. But I kept my eyes on scruffy-but-hunky and watched how one of his friends leaned in to say something. The guy blinked and said something back before looking over at Brandi again. And I saw a smile cross his face when he realized Brandi was demurely glancing at him once again as well.

This went back and forth for all of two minutes before the guy stood up with his friend, and the pair of them made their way across the room to our table. Conversation amongst my five sisters died down as the two ruggedly handsome guys approached and then we all looked up when they came to a stop in front of us.

“Hi,” Rugged One said straight to Brandi. “I think I’ve seen you around here before. Like two days ago?”

Brandi blushed and smiled. “Yeah. My family and I are up here for the week,” she replied while gesturing across the table at the rest of us. “I’m surprised you remembered me.”

“Couldn’t forget a face like that,” he smiled charmingly. “I was looking for you yesterday, but never saw you.”

“He was,” Rugged Two added. “Made us sit in here for over an hour looking for you.”

Brandi blushed, brushing a long lock of hair back behind her ear while looking down. She was wearing a cute beanie and a form-fitting jumpsuit, looking both cute and athletic at the same time. And as I watched the pleased smile spread across her face, I realized just how beautiful my sister was and could easily understand what had possessed this guy to hang around, hoping to find her again.

Still with that radiant smile, Brandi then scooted back and patted the seat next to her. “Sit down. What’s your name?”

“I’m Jared,” Rugged One smiled and offered his hand while swinging a leg over the bench seat. He was a well-built young Asian man with dark hair and a beard that looked only a few days old, giving him the scruffy look. But there was no missing the piercing intelligence of his dark eyes underneath a strong forehead. And he carried himself with poise instead of just stomping around.

“Miguel,” Rugged Two waved while taking the next seat over. The tall, dark, and handsome guy looked across the table to smile charmingly at Adrienne. The gorgeous blonde smiled back but reached over and put her hand on top of mine possessively. Miguel took the hint and quickly returned his gaze back to Brandi.

The conversation flowed easily from there, dominated by Brandi and Jared with Miguel adding in a wisecrack or two to fill in the slightly awkward gaps. Adrienne and I participated peripherally, but we were more interested in watching. Brooke and the twins were happy to chat by themselves.

But soon enough, Mom and Dad returned laden down with food. I quickly got up to help them distribute it and the two new guys quickly realized they were sitting in our parents’ seats.

“We should be getting back to our table,” Jared said apologetically. “Will I see you around later?”

“Well,” Brandi glanced over at our parents. “I don’t think we’re coming back here until Friday.”

“Ooh. We’re leaving on Thursday afternoon,” Jared sighed and glanced over at Miguel. His friend opened his eyes wide and gave his buddy an encouraging look.

“But...” Jared continued, “We’re having a New Year’s Eve barbecue tomorrow night at this house we’re renting nearby. If you’re interested, we’d love for you to stop by.” He finished by sweeping his hand across the table to include me and Adrienne.

“Maybe,” Brandi smiled coyly and glanced at me.

Miguel nudged his friend, and Jared coughed before saying, “Why don’t I give you my number.”

“Sure, gimme your phone,” Brandi said.

Jared’s eyes went up and he pulled a slim silver flip-phone out of his pocket. Brandi plucked it out of his hands, dialed a number, and soon enough her own pocket was ringing. She closed the phone to hang it up and then handed it back to Jared. “Now I’ve got your number; and you’ve got mine.” She smiled brilliantly.

“Great,” Jared smiled, clearly smitten. “I, uh, hope I’ll see you later.”

“Bye.”

The two guys left and then with a happy sigh, Brandi turned to look back at the rest of us. She met nothing but arched eyebrows, including from our parents.

“What?”

“You should go,” Adrienne urged. “Ben will chaperone you to make sure nothing bad happens. Won’t you, Ben?”

I was walking behind the two girls as we cruised the streets of Big Bear Lake, which was actually the name of the town as well as the lake itself. This Wednesday was a tourist day, shopping for trinkets and just admiring the beauty of the outdoors. The water was such a deep blue. The pine tree forest was a scintillating green. But despite the picturesque setting, I could feel my mood turning serious as I thought of Brandi helpless amongst a big group of strangers. If Brandi was going out, I was going to make DAMN sure nothing bad happened to her. So I looked up and nodded my agreement. “I’ll be there.”

“I don’t know,” Brandi sighed. “You KNOW Mom and Dad want me here for New Year’s Eve.”

“So come back by 11. You’ll have plenty of time to go and flirt and have fun, and then spend the important hour counting down to the ball drop.”

“But what’s the point? I’ll never see him again.”

“So?” Adrienne grinned. “It’s just an evening. You’re hurting after a bad breakup and you need something like this just to break free a bit. The fact that you’ll never see the guy again makes this perfect.”

Brandi exhaled and dug her hands a little deeper into her winter coat. She stopped and looked at Adrienne and then back at me, her chin dipping into the black and red scarf around her neck as if she was trying to hide beneath it and the black cap on her head. But then she stood up straight and asked, “You really think I should go?”

“Of course.”

“You coming, too?”

Adrienne took a breath, looked at me, and then shook her head. “I’d rather not. This isn’t my scene anymore and the last thing I want is a bunch of guys hitting on me. You’ll be fine because Jared will call dibs.”

“You can just stay with Ben. He makes for a good shield,” Brandi argued.

Adrienne smiled at me. “I probably shouldn’t. This way Ben might get some action, too.”

I shook my head. “Nuh-uh. I’ll be watching Brandi.”

Brandi rolled her eyes at me. “Well I can’t relax if you’re watching me like a hawk. I’d be too self-conscious.”

I stared at her seriously. “I am NOT letting anything bad happen to you.” My mind flashed back to Drew Walker’s party and what had happened to Brooke.

Brandi sighed. “I can take care of myself. I’ll be fine as long as you’re nearby, but please don’t be staring at me the whole time.”

“You’ll have a great time!” Adrienne enthused, patting Brandi on the back. And then she turned to me with an odd gleam in her eye. “Relax, Ben. This isn’t Drew Walker’s place and Brandi isn’t fifteen. It’s okay.”

My eyebrows went up as I realized Adrienne had figured out what I was thinking. “I’m still not going to get distracted.”

Adrienne grinned. “Sure you won’t.”

“C’mon. Just one more dance!” Kenzie tugged on my hand and twirled back and forth excitedly. Dammit, why’d she have to be sooo hot? And so blonde? And have such pretty blue eyes? I was such a sucker for blue eyes.

Kenzie was a recent grad from USC who was now working as a production assistant at Fox Studios. She’d been friends with Jared and Miguel since their days together at college and had joined in when the old crew decided to rent a house and party for New Year’s. That was pretty much all the information she told me. I figured out for myself that she had big tits, a bigger smile, and LOVED to both drink and dance.

I’d thought I wouldn’t have any problems avoiding temptation at this party. After all, I didn’t have the Big Ben reputation preceding me. And I knew Brandi wasn’t going to go around pimping me to whatever girls were there.

But apparently I was better looking than I gave myself credit for. Eyes were on me and Brandi the minute we walked in, as this slightly older crowd immediately recognized that we weren’t from their crew. And while Jared swept Brandi away almost as soon as we arrived, some of the girls in the group smelled fresh blood and immediately started hunting me.

At least I wasn’t the only fresh blood being hunted. As groups of sixteen early-20’s friends tend to do, they’d picked up a few friends on the slopes during the past week and also invited them to tonight’s party. So Brandi and I weren’t the only strangers, and the house was packed with two dozen young folk ranging in age from 24 to my 19 years.

Whether I was trying to or not, apparently I showed enough charm for pretty blonde Kenzie to take an interest in me. She latched onto me pretty quickly even though I told her Brandi and I would have to go home to our family at 11 for the actual New Year’s itself. At least for now she seemed more interested in having a willing dance partner than in a one-night stand. And I let myself be carried away by her enthusiasm.

At all times, though, I kept a corner of my eye on Brandi. Sure, my eyes strayed at little moments like when Kenzie pulled me to her and shoved my face into her cleavage during “Milkshake” by Kelis. But for the most part I was always aware of where she was and who was around her.

Brandi spent the entire evening with Jared. I watched them progressively go from standing apart to light touching to moving around the party with his arm around her waist. Actually, the only times they weren’t touching each other were when they were eating the brats, burgers, and chicken that had been barbecued for dinner.

Jared cleaned up pretty well. He’d shaved off the unkempt stubble and styled his hair, now looking more recent-USC-grad than ski-bum. I didn’t know if he and Brandi would keep in touch after tonight; but for now at least, the two were very clearly into each other.

“Hey...” Kenzie reached out to hold my face and turn it back to hers. “Remember me?”

I smiled at the pretty blonde. “Sorry.”

“ReLAX. Jared’s a nice guy,” Kenzie assured me, as well as a perfect stranger could possibly assure me. “He won’t do anything your sister doesn’t want him to do.”

“I want to believe you,” I shrugged. “But my first priority is to make sure she’s okay.”

Kenzie gave me a little giggle and then with her hand still on my face, she leaned in and gave me a hot, wet, open-mouthed kiss. When she pulled back, I could still feel my toes tingling. “You’re a sweet brother, but do you mind if I try to rearrange those priorities of yours?”

I blinked a couple of times. This girl could give Adrienne a run for her money in the nuclear department. “Wow.”

Kenzie grinned. “Sounds like I’m on the right track. Now kiss me again and let’s get dirrrty!”

Kenzie was quite persuasive, and the longer the night went on the less and less attention I was paying to Brandi. After all, Kenzie didn’t mind me making sure we were always in the same room as my sister, which pretty much meant the living room. And as long as Brandi was in a public area, I couldn’t worry TOO much.

Plus, Kenzie was proving to be very distracting. Her light blonde hair was half-up and half down, with tendrils falling across her graceful neck and drawing my attention to her bare shoulders. The shoulders were bare because while she wore some kind of brown knitted sweater over a white tank-top, she was constantly letting the sweater drift off her shoulders and partway down her arms. That led me to continue yo-yo’ing down to her prominent tits. And even when I was staring at her, she was stealing kisses more and more as well.

It was after one such mind-blowing kiss that I found myself sitting on the couch with a clearly aroused Kenzie straddling my lap and pushing those big tits into my chin. Her eyes flashed when she pulled away as she murmured, “Damn you’re a good kisser. I’m soaking wet!”

I groaned beneath my breath and smiled proudly as she rubbed her crotch against the bulge in my pants. She was wearing a loose skirt, and with my hands on her asscheeks beneath it I could tell she had nothing but a skimpy thong separating me from her naked pussy.

The pretty blonde leaned down and whispered in my ear. “C’mon, stud. Let’s go upstairs and find somewhere a little more private.”

I groaned and nodded before catching myself. I’d lost track of the time and quickly I checked my watch. Thankfully, it was only 10:30pm. I still had a half-hour. Plenty of time for a quickie. But in fairness, I looked up into Kenzie’s pretty eyes and said, “You know I still have to leave at 11.”

She frowned but checked my watch and gave me a little smile. “That should still be enough time,” she husked right into my ear.

I was smiling happily at the idea of getting laid when my brain finally caught up to me. I hadn’t thought of or checked on Brandi in what felt like forever. Twenty minutes at least. And in a panic I sat up and swung my head around.

I couldn’t find her.

Kenzie was rather unceremoniously dislodged from her spot when I stood up, although I did grab her and set her down while I darted my eyes left and right, sweeping the room and peering into the kitchen for any signs of either Brandi OR Jared.

But at the last second I saw her. Brandi was over by the stairs, giggling while Jared wrapped an arm around her and started leading her up the steps. My eyes went wide and for a second, I thought about shouting her name across the room. But not wanting to sound too panicked, instead I just started hustling across the room and squirming my way through the crowd.

Halfway across the room I realized I would be too late to catch her. I figured I’d rush up the stairs just to find that she’d already disappeared into a bedroom from where I had two choices: sit back and hope nothing bad happened, or start banging on doors screaming her name. The second option wouldn’t be pretty, but I’d be DAMNED if I had to go through the torment I’d faced with Brooke a couple of years ago.

But just as I got to the stairs, I found Brandi standing there looking around for me. “Ben!”

“Brandi!”

I rushed up and hugged her fiercely, holding on like I never wanted to let her go. I was so relieved that I hadn’t lost her yet.

“Whoa, whoa! You okay?” she asked in alarm.

“Sorry,” I panted, slightly out of breath, and let go of her. “Thought I was too late.”

She shook her head and touched my cheek. “No. I was just turning back to look for you. I know you’ve been keeping an eye on me most of the evening. Not like a hawk, but around. I have to admit it was reassuring.”

I just nodded.

Brandi looked up the stairs to where Jared was waiting, and then she turned back to me. “I’m going to go now, Ben. I just wanted to tell you that I’ll be alright.”

I paled and bit my lip as I looked up the stairs as well. I pointed at my watch and Brandi nodded, “I know. There’s time.”

“Why are you doing this?” I asked hoarsely.

She canted her head to the side and smiled wanly. “Because I want to. I need this, okay?”

“A one-night stand with a guy you just met?”

“I want to get laid. Jared’s a good guy.” Brandi smiled and patted my arm.

“If you just want to get laid...” I began, letting my eyes finish the sentence. I would be happy to take care of it for her.

But Brandi shook her head. “Not anymore, little brother. I love you. I’ll always love you. But not like that anymore, okay?”

I whimpered and bit my lip. She leaned in and gave me a chaste peck on the lips, just a sisterly kiss. And then she pulled back. “I’ll be fine.”

I stared straight at her. “I’ll be waiting for you right here.”

“You sure?” Brandi looked past my shoulder. “That Kenzie looks like she’d be happy to entertain you while I’m gone.” The innuendo in her voice let me know what she meant by “entertain”.

“I’ll be right here,” I said again firmly.

“Okay. I love you, Ben.” She leaned in and pecked me again, turning away and starting up the stairs.

“I love you, too,” I said loud enough so she could hear. Seven steps later, Jared took her arm and they disappeared. I knew I wouldn’t start breathing normally until she came back.

“C’mon, spoilsport,” Kenzie pleaded, practically humping herself against my left leg.

“Kenzie, I’m sorry. I promised her I’d be right here. And right here I’ll be.”

“Bennn...” she whined.

“I mean it.”

“She won’t be out for a while at least. Long enough for us to have our fun,” she whimpered. “C’mon, don’t leave me hanging now after everything we’ve already done tonight.”

Kenzie’s lips were inches from mine, but my mind was upstairs. What were Brandi and Jared doing right now? Was he peeling her clothes off and sucking on her upright nipples? Was she kneeling in front of him, giving him the blowjob of a lifetime? Or had she simply bent over and invited him to take her right then and there?

Hell, was he hurting her and I didn’t know about it? I was having nightmares about Brandi mumbling, ‘I want my brudder’ despondently, even thought I was still awake.

“I need you, Ben. I need you,” Kenzie pleaded in a husky voice.

And suddenly I moved.

Perhaps it was because Kenzie had stumbled upon that trigger word in me; I couldn’t help myself whenever a girl told me she was in “need”. Perhaps I was just annoyed by her persistence and wanted to shut her up. Perhaps I felt guilty for all the time she HAD put into me and felt she deserved something at least. So I moved.

And we moved. I’d promised Brandi I’d be at the base of the stairs and I didn’t get very far away from there, only maybe ten feet. But I pulled Kenzie into a slightly out of the way corner next to a potted plant and tugged her against me with my left arm. I planted a fierce kiss on her lips and held her close, enough so that my right hand was blocked from the view of any potential observers. And before she realized what was happening, my right hand dipped beneath her loose skirt and then up and into her thong panties; and two fingers imbedded themselves in her juicing wet cunt.

“Oh, God,” Kenzie moaned and slipped her lips off mine, tilting her head forward and over my shoulder.

I went to work quickly. I hadn’t done this much while a girl was still fully clothed, but I was due for a new challenge anyways. My index and middle fingers were soon embedded to the last knuckles inside her soaked pussy, and my thumb quickly snaked through her wet furrow for lubrication before sliding up and over her clit. Fortunately, Kenzie had a prominent love button with easy access, and she was soon rhythmically humping my hand while I dug my teeth into her neck.

Pressed into this corner against the wall, I knew to any outside observer we would appear to just be necking. My right hand was completely hidden from view and my left was stroking up and down her back, rubbing mostly but also searching for her trigger spots.

It didn’t take as long as I thought. Within a few seconds, Kenzie was whimpering on the approach to orgasm as my right hand plunged in and out of her sopping wet pussy. I remembered how Dayna was amazed at my ability to control my thumb independently from my thrusting fingers, and Kenzie was finding out this magical skill tonight, my thumb buzzing all over her clit. And when I judged the time to be right, I tripped her over the edge of climax.

My left hand pinched the back of her neck, sharp enough to make her jerk her head back in surprise. My fingers then trailed down her spine, tickling her all the way down to her lower back as she felt the tingling sensation run the full length from her neck to her waist. And then my left hand slipped beneath her skirt for a few seconds, long enough for me to pop my fingers inside the rear string of her thong panties and rub gently over her anus. All the while I had two fingers thrusting in and out of her pussy and my thumb on her clit. And in the coup de grâce, with her head thrown back I bit down gently on the side of her neck. This caused another spike of sensation while the rest of her body was still trying to figure out how to deal with the other feelings I’d provoked, and she squealed and came.

“MMPH!!!” Kenzie’s moan was muffled when I clamped my mouth over hers. Her body went rigid and I pulled my left hand out to grip her waist and hold her against me. I could feel her trembling in my arms, and her jaw quivering through my lips. But after a few more seconds, she sagged against me and dropped her forehead onto my shoulder.

We were quiet and unmoving for a long time, maybe two minutes. The seconds ticked by while Kenzie panted breathlessly, her whole body rising and falling slowly against my chest. I held onto her, waiting for a good opportunity to extract myself. And only when she was able to stand on her own two feet did I finally pull my fingers out of her saturated pussy.

As if my fingers had been the only things holding her upright, her legs buckled and she nearly collapsed. I caught her and pulled her back up, holding her until she steadied herself. And then with a little smile on my face, I put my pussy juice-covered fingers to her lips, my eyes aflame as I watched her open up and suck my digits into her mouth.

When she was done, Kenzie looked at me with wide eyes and asked softly, “Why’d you do that? With the way you could do that to my body, I would have fucked your brains out all friggin’ night!”

I looked at her seriously. There are things more important than sex, I thought to myself. And I verbalized, “I promised my sister I’d be right here.”

Kenzie just stared at me for another few seconds, her eyes searching through mine. It was as if she didn’t really believe me until right that second, and when she leaned back she was looking at me with a newfound respect. “You really love your sister, don’t you?”

“I do.”

She said in wonder, “Never had a family member care that much about me before.”

“You’ve never met the rest of my family.”

Kenzie nodded and then leaned in, kissing me gently on the lips. “Thanks, Ben.”

“You’re welcome.” I nodded my head back to the rest of the party. “You should go. You still have time to find someone else before midnight.”

She leaned into me one more time and patted my bulge. I was rock hard and we both knew it. “You sure?” she asked without any serious heat. She already knew my answer.

“Of course.”

She pecked my cheek. “Bye, Ben. Hope I see you again someday.”

I smiled. “Bye.”

Kenzie turned and headed into the kitchen. I’ll admit my ego hoped she would go find some girlfriends and brag about how I made her cum right there in the living room. Even if they were girls I’d never know nor likely see again, it couldn’t hurt to be well thought of.

I just sighed and moved back to the base of the stairs. Sitting down on the second-to-last step, I exhaled and tried not to think of my throbbing erection and the willing pussy that had just walked away. It wasn’t easy. I am a sexual creature after all.

But ten minutes later I felt a warm hand on my shoulder. And I looked up to see Brandi smiling at me.

Standing up, I turned and looked at her, making sure she looked happy and none the worse for wear. Without any questions, innuendoes, or comments of any kind, I let her wrap herself around my left arm. I gave her a warm smile and patted her hand, and then we left to hop in the Mustang and drive home.