A Girl at Guys' Night

The exposition goes swimmingly

"So, your little sister is eighteen now..." Jeff drips onto the pavement as he tilts back his beer, the two of us plodding back around for another dive.

"Ya..." I frown at his smirk as he sets down the drink and steps onto the diving board.

"So you won't mind if I..." He shakes his head side to side and gives me a moment to think it over as he dives in.

Jeff and I both got into state on swim team, so he's built a lot like me: broad shoulders, sleek muscles. It's not like he wouldn't have a chance, even if June hadn't had a crush on him ever since she met him three years ago. Plus, Jeff's parents split up when he finished high school, so since he didn't really have a home to go to, he's staying with us for the long weekend anyways. He'll have plenty of opportunity.

"I don't tell my sister who to sleep with." I say bluntly as he surfaces across the pool and I spring off. I back out of the flip at the last second and manage to recover into a more or less gentle dive.

Not that there was much to object to on that front. You'd expect her to have her pick of the litter with her modest-sized but practically anti-gravity tits, and ass cheeks like looked like they feel like mochi they way they hang out of her shorts, and... well, as you can tell, even I've caught myself need to 'adjust' around her. But she's only had maybe two boyfriends since she started high school, as far as I've been aware. Or even things vaguely like a boyfriend. I blame social media.

"I just wanna know you won't get all butt hurt when I hit that is all." Jeff doesn't even wait for me to breathe as I surface.

"You have my blessing to bang my little sister." I shrug. "But you can't get her drunk, not cool."

Jeff smacks me brusquely on the back, "Challenge accepted!" His eyes catch movement and he turns to scan the windows of the house, "Speak of the devil!" He grins.

"Hey guys!" June comes out smiling, home from school. Her dirty blonde hair characteristically hooked behind one ear, the hem of her black crop top t-shirt dangles off the afore-mentioned anti-gravity breasts, and I can't see it from here, but I'm 90% certain these are those jeans she has that actually seem to scoop up her butt cheeks in the back. Jeggings or something. Like magic.

"Hey June!" Jeff pulls himself up and out on the side of the pool, making an obvious attempt to accentuate his arms, and from June's pursed lips, it works. "You look... incredible." Jeff walks up to her, appreciating her figure. I would've expected her to be a little put off by his leering, but she just blushes at the attention. "You should join us in the pool!"

"Maybe I will! I'll go get changed..." She glances at me and smiles and starts to turn, but hesitates as Jeff reaches out. She looks at his hand grasping hers.

"Just jump in, c'mon, it'll be fun." He grins, starting toward the diving board with her in tow and I try not to roll my eyes too loudly from the water.

"Oh, I don't know, I mean, I don't want to get this bra wet..." Her eyes dart to me again and she tries to pull away, but he slips his hand up her arm, not grabbing her, but running his fingers along her skin, gently, and she pauses again.

"Then take it off." He shrugs. "C'mon, we're only in town for the weekend, let's have a little fun!"

She looks over at me directly this time, pausing as if to ask permission to, what, fuck my buddy? I shrug at her like I shrugged at him. Why does anyone need my permission to fuck?

"Um, ya, okay..." She bites her lip, reaching back, sticking out those tits as she pops them free. In a moment, the bra is tossed aside, along with her shoes, and she's shimmying off the tight jeans.

I eye her skimpy white panties with the bright red heart and shake my head, trying not to think too hard about what they'll look like after she jumps in.

"Let's fuckin' go!" Jeff smacks her on the ass and she jumps with a happy shriek, scurrying over to the diving board. He gives me a look.

Jesus. This weekend just got fucking rough.

"Okay, um, here I go!" June bounces along to the end of the diving board, hesitates briefly, then hops off, feet splayed awkwardly in front of her.

She's not much of a diver.

She surfaces with a gasp and a quiet squeak, hurrying to tug her top down, a flash of flesh barely more than a pair of handfuls, all but censored by the still-rough water of her splash. "Oh, it's so warm!" She swallows, trying not to acknowledge the fact that her tits just very much popped out as she paddles toward me at the side of the pool.

"That wasn't a dive!" Jeff shouts, "This is a dive!" He dashes down the board and does an excellent flip, smoothly slipping under the water.

"Why can't you do that?" June smacks my arm, my eyes trying desperately not to stare at the way that shirt is clinging to the curves of her otherwise bare breasts, the way the water accentuates their already gravity-defying perk.

"I mean, I could." I shrug, "Why can't you dive like a normal person?"

"Uh!" She half pouts, half laughs, "I could if I wanted to too!" Her face makes that curved smile she does, as if daring me to prove I can flip.

"Sweet flip, eh guys?" Jeff surfaces up next to us, and it briefly occurs to me he might've missed the best part of June's jump from outside the water.

"He says he can do better." June mocks, propping her arms behind her, turning toward the pool, sticking her chest out toward Jeff, the soaked black shirt clinging tightly, her nipples now plainly dangling just above the water's surface.

"No, I said you can't even dive." I try once again to look anywhere but at my sister's tits.

"How about you show us your flip and you can show me your dive?" Jeff smiles at June, who smiles back.

"Ya, show us your flip, if you're so hot," June doesn't even look away from Jeff as he sidles up next to her. I take the hint and drag my third wheel out of the water.

"Ya, sure, no problem." I casually adjust myself as I climb the steps, grabbing my beer and taking a long swig before splashing wet footprints around the pool to the diving board.

"Let's see those skills, yo!" Jeff says, casually sliding up alongside my sister at the edge of the pool. Not quite daring enough to slip his arm around her, but daring enough to be within reach.

"I believe in you, big bro!" June's voice is disconcertingly earnest as I speed down the board.

I catch a good footing this time, much better than it felt last jump, and push some power in. It connects, but it's too much, and I slap my shoulders into the water.

Fuck, that's gonna sting in a minute.

I glance toward the two of them under the water as I curve over their way, and notice June's panties. Or rather, barely notice them. In the fog of seeing under water, I can't make out details, but I can definitely see a red blur where the heart is, and nothing but a soft blonde blur and skin tone around it.

I surface beside June, opposite Jeff, and murmur in her ear, "Hey, sis, your panties..."

She looks quickly at me, immediately realizing what I'm hinting at. I'm quiet enough that Jeff remains oblivious.

"Does that count?" He tsks and June looks nervously at me. I just shrug at her. I don't know what to do. If she gets out...

June seems to consider briefly, then smiles, biting her lip, and mouths silently to me. "Do you care?"

I glance at Jeff, then at her, and shrug. Jeff seems to imagine it's directed at him.

"I think it counts." June speaks up, then turns to Jeff. "Now you two can judge my diving skills!" She pushes away from the wall and paddles over to the steps.

"Holy hell..." Jeff mutters as she starts drawing up out of the water and her transparent panties become visible. My sister's round cheeks are nearly bare as she walks up the steps, water pouring off her, dripping in little rivulets from her clinging short t-shirt.

"These, uh, panties, got a little..." She cups her hands in front of her crotch as steps out of the pool, turning toward us and the board. "See through..."

"I don't mind!" Jeff offers as she walks by.

It's a little disappointing that her shirt clings so tightly to her breasts and we can't see up from this angle, but damn if those tits don't look incredible as she walks.

What am I saying?!

I try to look away as she steps up to the edge of the diving board, squatting, arms still covering her crotch.

"You gotta, you can just roll in, but, you gotta put your arms out, like this!" Jeff gestures his arms forward, and June looks nervously down at us. I try, and fail, to look anywhere but between her legs as she pulls her hands free.

"Ah!" Encouraged probably by her desire not to have that little blonde triangle and the shockingly smooth lips below it bared to us for too terribly long, the tight white cotton completely transparent where it clings snugly to her skin, the slit between those two lips tantalizingly hidden by a defiant patch of opacity where the fabric pulls away, only serving to accentuate the shape of those lips...

Stop it!

She curls forward, plummeting more than diving into the water, but managing to do so head first at least. Not much of a diver, as I said.

"Fuck your sister is hot as fuck, dude." Jeff blurts while she's under.

"Oh my god..." June gasps, panicked, as she surfaces. Seemingly on instinct from years of watching my little sister learn to swim, I bolt out beside her, scooping her into one arm, treading water with the other.

"Are you okay, June?" The concern fades from my voice before I finish the sentence as I feel very clearly exactly what's wrong: my hand on her hip finds only her very bare hip, not a pair of cotton panties. "Oh shit..." I am suddenly grateful I came up beside her instead of behind her.

"My, uh..." June looks over at Jeff, "My panties did not survive that dive..." She blushes, my hand still on her hip. "I can probably still swim without them, though, thanks..." I let her go and she paddles over to the side of the pool, scanning the water.

"Shit." I pull myself up onto the board, and look down. "Ah, there, look," I nod to Jeff and he nods back, slipping under.

"I'm sorry, I..." June looks abashedly up at me in the moment after Jeff dives, her delicate face wrought.

"What?" I just look confused back at her, the waves gently twisting their reflection of her partial nakedness up at me.

"Got'em!" Jeff pulls up beside her with a grin. "So nice of you to give me a gift, June!"

"Um, no, I think..." She pulls the panties delicately from him, "I think I'm gonna hop in the shower?" She smiles up at me, awkwardly trying to tug on the wet cotton under water, before turning to the stairs.

Jeff gives me a look and I frown a shrug back.

"Um, alright, maybe later?" He offers, and she nods, stepping up out of the water, rivulets once more cascading down those shapely cheeks, her panties now just slightly askew as she crosses one arm against her chest, the other on her crotch.

"Ya, definitely, um, this was super fun..." She glances back at us with a half-smile, scurrying over to her discarded clothes, holding them to shelter her nudity as she heads in, "I'll hang out with you guys again after I get this chlorine out of my hair!"

She disappears inside, almost certainly leaving a trail of puddles across the kitchen floor.

"What was that about?" Jeff frowns.

"I think she was just nervous." I slip into the water. "Just... go easy on her, okay?" I look serious at him. "She's not one of your college girls."

"Right..." Jeff considers.

The other kind of pool

"Hey..." June steps into the basement and I glance up from the pool table to see her in nothing but a towel. Her wet hair clings to her face and shoulders, her hand nervously clutching the tightly-cinched front of the white cotton draped snugly around her presumably naked body.

"June..." I see the shake in her eyes as she licks her lips. Jeff and I have already knocked back another beer or two waiting for her, but I can still tell she's clearly not as comfortable with this as she thinks she is.

"I just thought I'd join you boys for a game, while my hair dries?" She smiles an attempt at coyness. Jeff is more willing to be fooled than I.

"I'll rack'em, you can break!" I look his way to catch his eyes wide, eager for a piece of that ass. I glance down, the bottom of the towel is low, but, not low enough. Shots might get tricky, even for her.

"Oh, shit, he has no idea you..." I start but June puts her finger to her lips. June is a fucking rockstar at pool. As good as Jeff and I are in the water, she's twice that with a cue in her hands. On a good day, giving her the break means she could probably clear the table before we get a chance to take a shot.

"Promise to take it easy on me?" She grabs a cue and steps up beside Jeff, one hand still delicately clutching the front of her towel together. God that thing just hangs off her curves...

Jeff shoots me a glance. I hesitate, but feel for my nervous sister. They both clearly want something to happen here, I can play wing man to them both, I guess, and follow through on June's little deception. "Why don't we make it interesting?" I offer, half-heartedly. Hey, June will almost certainly get to see Jeff naked this way, it's the least I can do for my little sis.

I guess.

"With two on one?" June subtly aligns the teams as she feints a pout, "That hardly seems fair..."

"We'll alternate!" Jeff offers. "And both of us lose something for one of yours..."

He and I are in swim trunks. She's in a towel. What even is this game.

"Okay... and I break?" Now that she's starting to feel in her element, she definitely pulls off looking coy as fuck. And with his shit-eating grin, Jeff clearly has no idea what he's getting into.

"Go for it!" Jeff finishes racking the balls and steps off to grab his drink, handing her the cue ball. She pulls her hand from her towel, and it stays snugly in place as she delicately circles the table. She has that towel tight, I don't even detect the faintest of jiggles from her normally abnormally perky chest.

"Alrighty..." She places the ball and leans in for her shot. Between bending and turning carefully against the table to avoid letting the towel ride up in back and her arms moving apart to align the shot, the cinch at the top of her towel slips noticeably. Well, noticeably to me. She's too into the shot to realize it as she slams a hard break, the cue ball spinning to a perfect stop as the rest of the table explodes into action.

"Your towel..." I lean in and whisper. She glances down, then up, mouthing a thanks, hooking her fingers awkwardly into her cleavage. After her quick adjustment, the towel is... not as snug as before. And significantly lower. That is... a lot of my sister's bare cleavage right there.

Oh hell.

"Looks like two stripes, I'll take stripes..." She saunters around the table, clearly barely even considering what that last shot did to her attire, wholly heedless of my quiet warning, and grins as she spies the right next shot. She scurries around the table for it, slipping in front of Jeff and I. Jeff happily steps back to watch her lean into the table, and I step well out of range of her pool cue.

Already engrossed in our ensuing defeat, she neglects to consider our angle behind her. A slightly more delicate shot than the break, June takes a little less care in how she bends and twists, and the bottom of the towel slips quietly up her backside.

It was one thing to see my sister's mochi-soft cheeks in those mostly-transparent panties from across a pool. It's another to have them slipping out entirely bare from under a towel within arm's reach. Jeff seems to have the very same thought, and starts to reach out a hand just as she's making her shot. I smack him away with a glare. He pouts at me, sipping his beer, and June is none the wiser.

She perks upright after the shot. The somewhat neglected front of her towel is clearly once again impacted by her quick movements, and it suddenly slips free. Her back to the two of us, she deftly catches the white cloth as it billows out, clutching it back around her and re-tightening it against her chest.

She shoots a nervous look back, having just inadvertently flashed her bare breasts at the empty half of the room, and Jeff grins that grin. I see a little more apprehension in her look, though, than she probably meant to let on.

"Sorry about that..." She blushes, clutching the towel. She rests the cue against the table, tugging at her front, trying to make it a little more taut this time.

I try to wipe all thoughts from my mind and circle around the table for my beer. I knock it back, looking away as my sister sizes up her next shot. Presumably Jeff and I are most of the way to losing at this point. I turn around to see her bent over double, leaning across the table, Jeff's eyes in a broad grin at her presumably utterly bare backside.

Apparently taking a liberal interpretation of keeping his hands off my sister while she's shooting, he angles his beer bottle behind her as she pulls back, and from the way she jumps as she tries to shoot, I can only imagine what the cold, wet glass made contact with.

"Ah!" June shrieks, the cue ball going wild. She jumps up, looking wide-eyed back at Jeff, swallowing, half smiling. Nothing sinks.

As the tables slows to a rest, he breaks the tension with a laugh and she chuckles in response, a less bashful, less than embarrassed smile in her eyes that I've... never seen before? Like someone else is in there, sparkling out from behind those eyes. A girl I haven't met.

I huff and heft my beer. I could just leave and let them at it. I take a swig and glance for the stairs.

"Um, your shot..." She nods at Jeff. He absent-mindedly adjusts his obvious bulge in his shorts, June very clearly noticing with a quiet blushing bite of her lip, and circles the table. He takes a shot, the cue ball banks a few times, narrowly misses sinking one of ours, and slips into a corner pocket.

"Shit." He frowns. He kinda sucks at this, doesn't he?

June giggles, traipsing over to the pocket, reaching in for the ball, the smile I'm used to seeing back. That winning smile; the smile she makes when she's winning.

"Okie dokie!" She plops the ball down on the table opposite Jeff and quickly takes a shot. Standing behind her, I try not to look at where Jeff's bottle tread a moment ago.

The ball comes to rest near where it started, two more of hers sunk in one shot. She scans the table, then twists, cocking her hips, angling for the next shot. She shuffles her feet and I can't not see it now.

Fuck. What am I looking at. Why am I looking at this. Jeff should be here. I should not be here...

I tilt back my nearly-empty beer, my eyes glued to the smooth, bare flesh peering out from between my sister's spread thighs.

Stop looking at it. Stop getting so fucking hard.

Stop trying to tell if that glisten is from Jeff's bottle or...

I close my eyes, but even then, my little sister's smooth pussy lips are all I can see.

"Yes!" June blurts, and I open my eyes to see her jump up, giddy with that shot, her towel responding exactly as before.

And that's when I realize why Jeff isn't on this side of the table.

As the towel falls, Jeff grins, taking a swig of his own beer as his eyes soak in the sight of my sister's bare breasts. She spins as she realizes her repeat mistake, turning away from the boy leering at her and right at the boy trying desperately not to.

I keep saying her breasts defy gravity. Because they do. I've never seen anything like it, and until now, I've never seen them do it completely bare, out in the open, every ounce of those apple-sized handfuls within arm's reach... within lip's reach...

It's like they're resting on a shelf in the air. No, they still have that curve, that pear shape, that complex, convex concavity. Like they're in the world's most egregious push up bra, but it's invisible, and the way they move when she moves, it clearly provides no support at all. They punch out further than tits two weight classes up, and their jiggle makes jello blush. If her ass cheeks look like they have the supple smoothness of mochi in your fingers, her tits look like they'll feel that way on your tongue. Just the sight of them makes you want to take those pink nipples between your teeth and tease down on them ever-so-gently until she squeaks out in protest, until her whole body writhes the way her breasts jostle with her every move.

My sister's magic fucking tits are staring me right in the face as she futzes with her stupid towel.

Her wide open towel. Open all the way down...

My eyes peel themselves off her chest and catch a glimpse of freshly-shaven lips once more, from the front side this time, an instant before she gets that towel back around herself, betraying to me the real cause for her delay in joining us from her shower.

A heart. She's... she shaved a heart.

My sister's tits.

My sister's pussy.

My nose, buried in that trim little heart...

My eyes wide, I finally manage to look away when there's nothing left to look at, which is the first time she looks up, seemingly realizing she hid her nudity from, perhaps, the wrong guy.

"Oh..." She murmurs, catching my strained expression.

"Wait, does that just leave..." Jeff interrupts our silent exchange, and I look blankly at the table.

"I imagine you'll go for the corner pocket?" I swallow, gesturing my sister toward the table.

She pauses, looking awkwardly down toward me, seemingly avoiding eye contact, then turns. "Um... ya, I guess." She frowns. She didn't set herself up well here, maybe tried to sink too many in one go last shot. "Eight ball, that corner." She nods, stepping around the table. With Jeff and I on either side of her, and her towel freshly re-tightened, the shot is uneventful, sinking nothing.

There's barely much cleavage...

Fuck. I take another swig, emptying my beer, and try not to think of what I just saw.

"Um, that's to you?" June looks my way, eyes down again, and I realize why she's not looking up. I try to casually adjust, but catch her biting back a shy smirk.

I scan the table. There's an easy shot, and I make it. And another, but I miss that one. I stretch my shoulders, I shoulda made that. Maybe that dive was a bad idea.

Leaving a clear shot to the eight ball. Well, that was the original plan, even if I honestly forgot.

June steps over in front of Jeff, across the table from me, to make the shot, and glances back to see him leering at the bottom of her towel. She bites her lip, and I see that same unfamiliar less-than-nervous excitement on her face as she bends, perhaps more than necessary, Jeff grinning as her naked flesh clearly comes into view.

She takes a few beats to line up her shot, and Jeff obviously adjusts himself behind her. As she pulls back, seemingly aligned, he steps forward, the extremely evident bulge of his cock slipping right between my sister's likely bare ass cheeks.

She jolts, her face that frozen mask of uncertainty I've seen a thousand times before whenever my sister is confronted with an unexpected complexity, as she feels the target of her attention's stiffness clearly pressing against her own supple flesh. Her body knows exactly how to respond, though, seemingly without the least regard for her mental anxiety, her hips rocking gently into him, pressing pressure against his unexpected intimacy. The sudden curve of her back misaligns her still-in-progress strike, knocking the cue ball with far too much top spin.

That unfamiliar look from a moment ago seeps through her familiar uncertainty, her eyes softening in a way I've never seen those eyes soften as the cue ball follows the eight ball right into the pocket. In that brief moment, she doesn't even seem to notice. Or care.

"I am not totally sure that should count..." I offer as June pulls herself up, still pressed against Jeff behind her, some other girl looking back at him through her eyes.

"Hmm?" She seems almost surprised to find me standing across a pool table from her. She glances down at the table blankly for a moment, then frowns. "Oh. Shit." She laughs a soft huff through her nose.

"I'll be taking this, then..." Jeff slides his hands up my sister's sides, his fingers finding the edge of the towel as she obligingly lifts her arms. His finger tips trace down either side of her gorgeous breasts as they come into view before me, her face fluttering unfamiliarly once more at his touch.

"Mmm..." June breathes a deep, shuddering breath as I am confronted with my little sister's nakedness, my eyes drawn to those improbable breasts, the curve of her ribs, her stomach, the tip of that delicate heart just peeking out above the edge of the table...

Jeff discards the towel aside, not moving from behind my sister as his hands slip onto her hips, gently finding their way up her sides as her lithe, naked body responds to his touch.

Watching my sister writhe against him is too much for me and I finally manage to turn away, seeking out the fridge.

"Another game, perhaps?" Jeff offers as I stare into the fridge, seeing nothing but the imagined sight of his hands finding those soft mounds of flesh.

"I think..." June says softly, her voice closer to me than him, "I think my hair is dry enough to put on my jammies, actually..." The lilt of her voice betrays that perhaps this quick tease was her intent all along. Perhaps that last shot was less of an accident than it seemed.

I glance back to catch my naked sister, towel in hand, at the bottom of the stairs, Jeff grinning disappointedly from the pool table.

"You'll be back?" He says, a feeble attempt to delay her escape.

"Maybe in a bit." She shrugs and every ounce of me breaks in that quiver on her chest, that curve of her hip, that hint of that little blonde heart at this angle, that fleeting smile my way as she turns up the stairs and out of sight.

I crack open the beer and tilt it back, eyes glued to the spot she just left. I don't turn away until I need another.

What is wrong with me.

A game we can win

"I don't know why you didn't warn me she was a pool shark," Jeff smirks, shuffling the cards.

"I figured you'd want to get naked." I tilt back my beer, suddenly conscious how many this has been. "Uh, maybe I should actually just let you two get right to that."

"No, man," Jeff frowns, shaking his head, "She isn't..." He sets down the cards and looks at me. I see the unsteady fluster of a man who has had just as much to drink as I have. "Your sister is not that easy, right? She needs a little more... inspiration?"

I screw up my mouth, "You think I get my sister wet, dude?" The fuck?

"No, no, not like that, like, I need you to wing man just a little longer. This round of cards." He splays his fingers out around the deck, "Get her comfortable, make it easy, natural, fun, get her happy," He taps at the table as he speaks, "Then, you know, if you wander off while I seal the deal, that might make sense." He lifts his hand in the air and stares at me.

Ya, okay, conspiring actively against my little sister now. I take a swig. "Ya, okay. Sure."

He pauses, then picks up the deck, dealing out a hand of shithead, a pile of cards waiting in an empty seat for June.

As I swap my top cards around, he finishes off his beer, and steps off to get another.

"Oh, hey, no more pool?" June calls from the stairs and I look over.

That is not her typical "jammies." She's wearing some kind of night shirt or nightie or whatever, it looks like a tight, body-hugging, extra long tank top. Little spaghetti straps, little frills along the very low front. It's tight enough to hug her belly, tight enough that her nipples are nearly as plain through the thin cerulean as they were before she went up to change, but not tight enough to overcome the extreme curve of those tits, tenting between their buoyancy and her torso.

As she crosses closer through the lights of the basement, I almost make out a hint of a heart barely a few inches above the bottom of that dress. Are her panties dry, or is this a matching pair? Or is that heart... blonde? My eyes scan back up and, sure enough, the pink of her nipples shines as delicately, teasingly through as the heart, whose color I can't quite place.

Fuck me. I tilt back my beer, finishing it off.

"Shithead." Jeff says by way of explanation as they both slide into the table, him taking in the spacious gap of cleavage above my sister's physics-defying breasts, the hard tips of her nipples, the kind of thing that alone would normally make her blush, now so prominently projecting over the card table. He sets down two beers, thoughtfully refreshing mine.

"The game." I add, to defuse her confusion, gesturing at the table, and her hand. "Pick three cards, put them face up like this, twos, tens, high cards. Whatever." She obliges, settling on three twos. Very nice.

"Now you just play somethin' higher than three." Jeff puts down a pair of threes. June puts down a nine.

"Easy, right?" I hand June a card from the deck to replenish her hand. She slides it in and we start to move along.

"Same bet as pool?" June breaks in as she places all three of her jacks down and picks up a fresh hand.

Jeff gives me a grin. I drop a ten, moving the pile away.

"Wait, what just happened?" June looks at me.

"She doesn't even know the game and she wants to bet her clothes, your sister fucking rules, man." Jeff says, eliciting a smile from June.

"Tens make the pile go away. Twos you can play whenever." I offer as Jeff puts down a king.

"Definitely the same bet as pool, which puts you up a round, eh?" He smiles. Us in swim trunks still and her in nothing but a night shirt and, judging by her look at Jeff's comment, a pair of panties with a little heart on them. Hopefully I'll get to get away from here shortly. Two hands of shithead isn't that long.

June looks at his king and her hand. "And if you don't have those..."

I pick up the king and hand it to her. "Now it's part of your hand. Don't draw until you get below three."

She nods, apprehensively setting down a four. We move along quickly. Once the draw pile is gone, I run out of my hand first, and start playing my cards on the table.

"So you play those when your hand is empty?" June looks over her one card at me.

"Ya, or the face down ones once they're uncovered." I point at my two free face down cards. "It's all tactics in the end game."

"You can also do this..." Jeff puts down two queens and a third from his face up cards.

"Ah, like this." June plays her hand, a two, and all three of her face up cards.

In a good position getting to the end first, I play aggressively, but as it comes back around to my last card, I don't get lucky. The discard pile has built up, and my card isn't high enough. I get a big chunk of the deck, and Jeff follows by going out with a ten.

"Fucker." I mutter, staring down my sister, who has one card left and nothing to play it on.

"So, does this mean you lose your shorts, big bro?" She says coyly, that look on her face from earlier. Maybe it's the beer dulling my senses, but it feels like it's not her classic winning smile, it's the other one. The other girl I haven't met before. A different look than the one I'd expect.

I sigh, and set down my fat stack of cards. Jeff snorts a laugh through a swig of beer as I stand, looking at him, then at her, my erection obvious in the tight swim trunks. I unceremoniously tug them down, revealing my rock hard cock to my sister and best friend, catching that same unfamiliar glint in her eye. I kick the shorts away, and sit back down.

"'Big bro,' seriously, you gotta shave, I tell you this all the time." Jeff shakes his head, shuffling the deck.

"You do?" June is suddenly very interested in this. Probably why he mentioned his cock.

"He's like a little boy down there." I snort, very conscious of my raging erection just out of view under the table.

June giggles and I smile watching her. Jeff just grins at my comment. "I've never gotten any complaints. Girls don't like getting hair in their throat, you know." June snorts a laugh at this and I can't help but stifle a chuckle myself.

"I'd like to see that!" June offers and Jeff raises his eyebrows at her.

"Another hand, then?" He starts to deal, setting three cards down in front of me.

"Oh, no, I think I'm out, right?" I shake my head, tilting back my beer.

"I, uh, I'd rather..." June starts, her smile implores subtly behind her eyes. She still isn't quite up to being left alone with this just yet.

"Ya, how about we do, like, you and me, either of us lose, June gets what she's after." He nods at me. "You play for my shorts!" I sigh an assent as he deals my hand and I pick up my cards.

I find my eyes on my sister more and more this round. The way her breasts move when she does. The way the fabric lays across the curve of her ribs. The way the soft light almost-but-not-quite betrays the subtle pink of her nipples, plainly obvious in their shape if not their color. That increasingly less unfamiliar glint in her eye when she looks at me, knowing I'm naked, her glances seeming to skirt across my own body the way mine unashamedly take in hers.

I try to tell myself that's my sister there, but my cock won't listen.

I go out first, and it's down to the two of them. June picks up quite the heavy hand, but she could still pull this out if she plays her cards right. I slide my chair around next to her and look at her cards.

She stares down at the rock hard cock now in plain view sitting next to her.

"Here, you should..." I lean into her, an unexpected hitch in my voice as I place an arm across her back to better whisper in her ear, my naked thigh pressing gently against her barely-covered skin, surprised by my own forced closeness. I point at the cards. "Ahem... you should play... then you can work through these..."

She nods, understanding, her eyes flickering between her hand, Jeff, and my lap.

My cock aches. I don't think I've ever been so fucking hard in my life.

It seems to work, at first. She's doing well, and every time he picks up again, she bounces, and I've got the best view in the house. And it's almost starting to feel like she knows it the way she leans conspiratorially into me with each move, whispering for confirmation of choices she clearly knows how to make, pressing her body needlessly into mine with each soft exchange.

It comes down to Jeff's last card, and he flips it.

An ace.

"Well, fuck." I kinda thought this was in the bag.

Jeff grins. "We can always play another round?" He offers, and that other June, the new one, smiles.

"But..." She reaches down, her thigh never breaking contact with mine as her fingers brush so painfully close to my cock, reaching for the bottom of her night shirt. She pulls it up, over her head in one smooth motion, and I suddenly, unexpectedly find my arm wrapped around my sister's utterly naked body.

The heart was blonde after all.

"... I don't have anything left to bet..." She purses her lips at Jeff, her hand gently running down the curve of her breast, the other seemingly thoughtlessly resting on my knee, both hands now the entirety of what my feeble mind can comprehend as Jeff and I watch those fingers trace their way down to her perfectly trimmed little blonde heart, the slightest hint of her slit peeking up between her tightly closed thighs.

"A kiss?" Jeff offers.

"I've got to get the fuck out of here..." I murmur, pulling my arm from around my naked sister and reaching for my beer as I start to pull up.

"Oh, no, don't -" June's hand slides up my thigh from my knee, desperately close to my cock now, and I freeze, beer in hand, trying not to look down. "You were so helpful, help me again?" She turns to me and it has to be that she moved like that on purpose, those breasts straining the limits of that invisible push up bra the way they move back and forth, her nipple teasingly brushing against my arm, that new girl behind her eyes somewhere between oblivious of or obviously conscious of the effect she has on me. "Please?" Or maybe... she's not ready to just be alone with him. Not quite yet.

I settle back into the chair, her hand still on my thigh, my heart beating in my cock, my sister's breast now pressed into my arm.

I tilt my beer back, trying to think of anything other than the feel of her nipple brushing against my skin.

"Thank you, big bro!" She lights up, gripping my thigh, and I can literally feel the jiggle against my arm. It's unreal.

We both look over at Jeff as he deals the cards, and I give him a "I'm getting the fuck out of here ASAP" look, and he just smiles back because June can see his face even if she can't see mine.

She turns her body toward the table, finally pulling her breast and hand away, and picks up her cards. She leans into me, then looks down, scooching her chair closer in little bursts, pulling in tight to me, her breasts moving predictably with the jerking motion, my cock straining to drain the rest of my body of blood.

With a glance back, she conveys an expectation, and I reluctantly place my arm back around my naked sister. She leans in close, our bare flesh pressing together as she shows me her hand.

The game is agonizing. She doesn't need me, but she refuses to be anywhere but pressed against me. My naked fucking sister pressing into my fucking naked body. I know she's staring down at my cock nearly as much as I'm staring down at her tits.

And what fucking tits they are, holy hell. I'm just lucky she's kept her thighs tight this whole round or I'd fucking lose it.

The end game is fast. No big discard pile, just face down cards. It all comes to a gamble, nothing even for me to recommend except pick something and see what she gets. She does, and loses.

"Well, shit." She smirks over at me. "I was really hoping to see his cock." She stage-whispers conspiratorially.

"Come give me that kiss and we'll see if that can still be arranged..." Jeff leans back in his chair and she giggles a glance at me, pulling up.

I know my cue.

I grab my beer and trunks and head for the stairs, catching a final glimpse of my naked sister slipping into his lap as their faces press together, that giggle ringing in my ears as I speed out of the basement.

I tug my trunks on, trying to decide what to do about this unbearable erection and the terrible, awful, unforgivable thoughts inspiring it, when I hear the lock turn.

Shit, is it that late already? I'd almost forget my sister is still a teenager, still in high school, still lives here, at home, with our parents.

Oh, shit, I should go warn them... I turn back, and practically tumble down the stairs, bursting in to find her still sitting across his lap, Jeff's hand massaging one of those incredible breasts, their tongues groping past each other.

I cough, loudly, then think better of it and just speak up. "Hey, fucking get dressed and get the fuck out of here, June, mom and dad are home."

"Oh fuck!" She practically falls out of his lap onto the floor, scrambling quickly for her night shirt, pulling it over her head, giving me one last incredible view of those gorgeous tits and neatly trimmed heart as she speeds across the room toward me. I let her slip past and Jeff frowns after me, pulling up his beer.

"Fuck." He mumbles, then sighs.

We pause in silence, waiting for whatever might happen upstairs to pass. We hear nothing, and I imagine June has made it to her room unperturbed.

"Wanna play Halo?" I offer, an old Xbox still up in my room.

Jeff shrugs. "Sure."

Single entendre

Between the beers earlier and the beers since Jeff and June got interrupted, it's been... a lot of beers.

"Fuck, this, this game is harder than I remember..." Jeff huffs from above me.

"Ya, we're getting fucked." I drop my arms down, dying again, leaning back against the bed. Stupid covenant.

"You boys just can't have any fun without me, huh?" June pops into my doorway, ice cream bar in hand, her thin night shirt still revealing the absence of anything at all under it, even in the sparse, uneven light from the game.

"No." Jeff's voice is blunt behind me.

"Good." She says, smiling, pointedly tilting her head back and slipping the long, slender ice cream bar between her lips until nothing remains but the stick, pausing before pulling the entire length right back out, only slightly narrower for the round trip.

"Holy fuck, June, that's pretty, fucking, like, impressive." I can hear the grin in Jeff's stumbling voice. Fuck, even I got hard watching her. Maybe I got hard just seeing her show up in the doorway...

"Mmm, but it's almost gone..." She pouts at the ice cream, pressing it to her lips again, slipping it back in, my cock aching suddenly as I watch it disappear between her pursed lips, her cheeks shallow as she takes its length in once more.

"Here's seconds for ya!" Jeff says behind me and June's eyes go wide in a grin and she chokes, the ice cream deep in her throat still. She quickly pulls it out, sputtering white creamy spittle out of her mouth, down her chin, dribbling on her shirt, her breasts. I watch the milky white drips run down her bare chest and between those unbearable curves and I shake my head hoping the things running through it will fall out my ears, immediately regretting my sudden dizziness.

"Fuck..." She says, laughing, eyeing what I can only imagine is Jeff's cock on my bed behind me. She leans back to scan the hallway before pursing her lips and raising a eyebrow. She reaches down, pulling up her night shirt, wiping her mouth off, baring that little blonde heart and her smooth-shaven slit between her thighs.

My little sister's pussy.

"A little higher, c'mon, don't be a tease!" Jeff says and I see that unfamiliar girl giggle from behind her eyes as she tugs a little more, the shirt slipping up and baring her breasts in their unrepentant glory at the two of us, her shirt bunched awkwardly around her shoulders as she rubs it needlessly against her face. The motion jostles them, their inexplicable defiance of the laws of nature exhibited in every subtle vibration, the faint blur of our drunken vision only serving to enhance their effect.

"So, hey, what, uh, what's the sleeping arrangements tonight?" Her eyes still locked on Jeff, she lets the shirt fall and it disappointingly refuses to be caught on her improbable chest, once more barely covering her incredible nudity, stained now with dark, occasionally creamy blotches.

I try to tell my cock to shut the fuck up. "He, uh, he's in the basement..." is all I manage.

"There's room in my bed." June offers a grin, presumably still eyeing Jeff's presumably still-bared cock. "After mom and dad go to sleep, I mean..." She adds, licking her lips softly.

"Fuck ya..." Jeff's eloquence is without peer.

"Okay, well, you two boys keep playing in here and I'm going to go to my room and take this off and play with myself..." She smiles at Jeff, then slips back out of the doorway.

"Your sister is so fucking hot, dude." Jeff says behind me. I try not to imagine what's going on up there.

"Stop, just, I can't..." I shake my head. "It's too much about my sister. Talk about something else."

"Right, fucking, she's your, right..." Jeff mumbles. "Well, fucking, Scarlett Johansson, right? She's hot as fuck."

"Right." I mean, ya.

"Like, your... her... Scarlett's tits, man. I ain't never felt tits like that, what the fuck, they're..."

Scarlett's tits. "She is stacked in defiance of god." I read that somewhere.

Jeff snorts a laugh. "Her tits are better than stacked, man, they're, like, right-sized, like, fuck... in your hand, they feel, you gotta feel them..."

Scarlett's tits. "And that ass..." I add. Scarlett's ass. Not my sister, no, Scarlett Johansson. I tip back a swig of beer.

"I wanna bite it."

"Fucking hell." I shake my head. "I wanna bury my fucking nose in that little heart, dude, not even fucking joking, so bad." Scarlett's neatly trimmed pussy hair.

"Oh hell dude, your... she's... Scarlett. Fuck yes man..." Jeff mumbles.

"The way it felt, like, when she pressed up against me, naked..." Scarlett... "That look, that look in her, like, behind her eyes..."

Jeff's only reply is a soft snore.

"Fucking... I just wanna... nibble at those..." I yawn, blinking at the game. "... nipples..."

I feel the room get dark and exhale softly. Suddenly, I jolt awake, cold beer fizzing in my lap.

"Shit." I stand abruptly, wiping at it. Fuck.

I glance over at the bed and sure enough, Jeff's cock is out, rock hard, in his hard, fucking, right there, on my bed. What an asshole.

I step out of the room, deciding in my stupor to wash my trunks so they don't stain, and trundle through the darkened house. Was I asleep long?

I get down there and stumblingly pull off my trunks, tossing them in the wash. I start it and smell myself. I smell like shit. Beer and piss and sweat. Naked, I wander into the bathroom with the pool shower, on the other end of the basement, and turn the water on. It runs hot and I step over to the toilet, letting out all that beer from earlier before I step into the water.

I grope for soap and find a razor. I should shave, Jeff is right. June shaves.

June's smooth pussy. Did she use this razor?

No, she showered upstairs.

Fuck, no, not June. Scarlett.

Scarlett Johansson's smooth shaved pussy. Fuck ya.

I lather up in the shower, and manage to not cut myself even in my drunkenness. It's not the best shave, and I had no idea how to get the balls, but most of the hair is gone. Decent enough.

I soap up and rinse off and smell like fucking roses. I bet Scarlett likes when a guys cock smells like fucking roses.

I turn off the water and find a towel, patting dry, wrapping it ineffectually around my waist, my hard cock slipping out the gap in front. I stumble out of the shower and collapse onto a couch on my back.

It's pitch black in the all-but-windowless basement, but my head rolls, aches. The freezer is making some droning noise. The water heater creaks from my shower. I bury my head under a throw pillow and eventually manage to pass out.

The sexiest woman alive

It was pitch black but well lit. I was passed out but wide awake. There was a droning in my head, a dizzy stupor, and I was lucid as fuck.

And there she was. Fucking Scarlett Fucking Johansson. Sexiest woman alive, standing there, naked, my hard cock at the ready for her. Those gorgeous pear-shaped tits, the curve of her stomach, her hips. She's even cut her neat blonde bush into a cute little heart, just like... no one at all. Just like Scarlett.

"You're right, you know, I wouldn't want to get his hairs in my throat..." She says in that sultry vocal fry in the bright darkness, crawling up between my legs, pulling her blonde hair behind her ear, descending on my cock.

"Mngh..." I sigh, her lips closing around the head of my cock. Scarlett Johansson sucking my cock. Totally normal thing to happen. Fuck it feels so good.

She is unhesitant. Aggressive. She is not shy, sloppily, noisily, messily bouncing her head on my shaft, shoving it hard and deep into her throat, as though aching to prove that getting hairs in her throat was a real concern.

But I'm too... fuzzy. Too... somewhere else. It's like I'm floating, watching Scarlett's gorgeous face bobbing on my cock from somewhere else. No matter how incredible it feels, no matter how far she shoves down on me, I can't cum. I am ready and willing, but it feels so far away.

I reach down, running my fingers along the side of her face, and she slows, looking up at me. I pull her gently off my cock and up toward me. She crawls up my body, planting gentle kisses, her nipples tracing softly along my skin. I feel my cock drag wetly between her breasts, trailing a line of saliva down her body as her lips make her way to mine.

We kiss, deeply. Our tongues writhe past each other and Scarlett's body writhes on me. I can feel her aching for my cock inside her.

I reach down and guide it in and she shudders as the tip gently parts her pussy lips. Her body tenses against me and she leans in to whisper, her dry voice nervous in my ear.

"I'm a... this is my first..." Dream Scarlett is a fucking virgin, holy fuck.

"I'll be gentle." My voice comes out hoarse, wrong, strange in my fuzzy stupor, and she seems to pause briefly as she hears it, but as I rock my cock in and out of her, she sighs, her body taking over.

"Oh god, it feels so..." Scarlett shudders, pressing her body onto my cock as my hips rise delicately in response. "Oh, it, it hurts so good... oh god..." She murmurs as she takes more and more of my cock inside her. Scarlett Johansson's virgin pussy pressing itself onto my cock, fuck.

But I'm still... somewhere else. Fuzzy. Floating. I still can't cum. It's so far away, even as this gorgeous movie star writhes on my cock, it's like I'm just watching, waiting, looking in from the outside.

"Oh, yes, fuck yes..." Scarlett shudders down my full length, her hips rocking into mine. I respond by picking up speed, pumping up into her, gripping her hips, my fingers pulling at mochi-soft cheeks, guiding her on my shaft as she pulls upright, her incredible breasts reacting to each thrust. "Oh god, it's so big, I've never felt..." Her face is tight and her pussy tighter, her hips shuddering as I pump up into her, my cock unresponsive to my ache to cum, this dream turning nightmare as I realize my torment: to have something so gorgeous right here, but unable to satisfy myself with her. Unable to truly have my way with her, even as she has her way with me.

"Oh god, yes, yes, I'm -" Scarlett gasps and swallows a cry as her body shivers on my cock, her pussy and her hips tightening around me. "Ugnh!" Her voice is shrill, high, broken as her hands clench my chest, my cock buried in her, pumping still in and out as her orgasm passes through her.

But mine is no where to be found.

"Fuck..." I mutter, her face blinking at me, half-seeing in the pitch darkness, and I lift her up off me. I shuffle, placing her on her back, legs splayed, and slam my cock unrelenting into her pussy, hard and fast as I can, not waiting to build for her, no, seeking only my own unreachable release.

"OH GOD FUCK!" She cries out loudly this time, and I grasp her throat, desperate to cum. I pin her down by her neck, my cock slamming into her, a wince of pain on her face, her hands gently gripping my wrist, not fighting, soaking in the harshness of my assault, my other hand groping roughly, obscenely, tightly at her breasts, their flesh an achingly perfect suppleness beyond anything I've even dreamt of before.

I can feel her pussy already responding again. This is the torment: to make Scarlett Johansson cum again and again and again, and never to cum myself? This is my nightmare?

I can see it on her face, aching to moan in ecstasy as my cock slams as hard as I've ever fucked anything, almost certainly bruising her in places she's never even imagined, my fingers tight enough on her neck and tits to leave marks.

Her body shakes, violently, fighting me almost unconsciously as I fuck her just as hard right through her orgasm. But it's no use, I can't get there.

I release her throat, and she gasps for air, immediately wrapping herself tightly around me, her legs, her arms, her tongue pressing into my mouth, my still-hard cock still buried inside her tenderized formerly-virgin pussy.

I need it still. I pull myself coarsely out of her grip and straddle her chest. Dream Scarlett realizes what's expected of her and tilts up on her elbows, pressing her mouth eagerly around my hard cock, dripping with her juices, and I grab her by the head, shoving myself deep into her throat.

I don't care anymore. If this is my nightmare, I'll make it hers. Scarlett Johansson is my fuck toy now, and I'm not leaving this throat until I pump it full of cum.

I slam against her head as hard as I slammed into her pussy, and she gags, looking pitifully up at me, but I don't care. She's taking my cum, I need it. I need it so fucking bad.

Shoving my cock in and out of her throat, never bringing it from her mouth, I look down at her. Scarlett Johansson really does look like June.

Fuck. June. My sister is so fucking hot. Those tits. That ass. That fucking pussy, holy fuck, that look in her eyes earlier, that one I've never seen before, it's almost like the look Scarlett is giving me. It's almost like it's her...

"June!" I cry a throaty choke as my nightmare ends and I burst deep in Scarlett's throat, imagining another girl. What a dream, fucking the sexiest woman alive, and I can't cum until I imagine she's...

My little sister...

I pump my cum down Scarlett's throat, pulling free as she chokes and sputters, grinning desperately up at me through another burst across her face, tears and sweat and cum pouring off her as I collapse down onto the couch.

"Holy fuck..." Scarlett murmurs, choking back a swallow, my cum dribbling from her lips, down her chin. She stares at me in the darkness, unseeing. "I should, um, shower?" She laughs softly, gripping my half-hard cock in her hand briefly once more and biting her cum-coated lip.

I exhale, nodding, and fall back on the couch, passing out, the dream fading away.

Best (and only) sex of her life

"Donuts?" June comes in the back door as I look up from my coffee. She's bundled in a scarf, an odd choice for her namesake month, but I take the box of delicious breakfast and open it. Mmm, I'll take the boston cream...

"I wanted to buy your friend breakfast for treating me to the best fucking sex of my life last night." She whispers, her uncharacteristically explicit voice strangely hoarse.

"What's with the get up?" I nod at her.

"Let's just say, Jeff is kinky..." She looks up at the stairs, as if mom and dad are going to catch her, and tugs her scarf down, showing me marks on her neck.

"Bite is worse than his bark, huh?" I chomp down on my donut.

"Something like that... it was - fucking - incredible." She looks ecstatic. She's never talked about sex with me before, or about any of her boyfriends. The dude must really have blown her mind last night. Wild. Good for him, I guess. "And if you're wondering why my voice is hoarse, well, he also bruised more than one hole..." She grins and that other girl grins out at me. I shake my head.

"I think, uh, that's enough details about my little sister's little blonde heart that I need this morning." I bite down, custard spilling out my donut.

She bites her lip, seemingly torn, then interjects, gesturing at my breakfast, "That was me, last night." She snorts a giggle. I lose my appetite.

A toilet flushes upstairs.

"Mom and dad up?" She looks at me with her apparently cock-strained voiced, as if I would even know.

"Maybe it's your new boyfriend." I shrug.

"No, he slept in the -" She starts as Jeff plods around the corner, looking considerably more hungover than I am, offering a sheepish grin.

"Hey, oh, donuts?" He looks in the box, grabbing one, "Don't mind if I do."

June looks quizzically at me. I return her confused stare. "What?"

"I..." She pauses, suddenly lost in thought.

"Thanks for letting me crash on your bed, man, sorry I passed out." Jeff slumps into a chair.

"No worries man, we were both pretty wasted, hell, I woke up in the basement, no fucking clue why." I sip my coffee, having given up on my now-too-evocative donut, "Although, it sure sounds like you two - ow!" June kicks me under the table, really fucking hard. "The fuck?"

Jeff looks amusedly between us. "Some fresh sibling rivalry for the morning, eh?" He has already devoured his donut, and stretches.

"You." June looks seriously at me. "Were in the basement. Last night."

I look at her, confused. "Ya?"

"Last. Night." She gestures angrily at her neck.

The neck. The bruises. Her voice. Last night. In the basement.

"No, wait, that was..." I did not fuck Scarlett Johansson last night. Of course I fucking didn't fucking fuck Scarlett fucking Johansson.

I fucked my sister.

My eyes go wide, and I look panickedly at her.

Jeff has watched this entire exchange with amused detachment. "Well, whatever guys, you two duke it out, imma go wash up, I'm hungover as fuck." He pulls up and heads back upstairs.

"Oh god..." I whisper, looking down at the table.

"It was you." June says softly.

I fucked my little sister.

"Oh my fucking god..." What have I done!?

"It was you, big bro..." June repeats, mistily.

"June, what..." Oh god...

We sit in silence for a heartbeat that lasts an eternity.

I fucked my virgin little sister.

I look up at her in a panicky haze.

She doesn't look panicked at all.

She's fucking smiling!

She leans forward to me, and I lean to her, waiting, listening, desperate to know what to do about this realization. That other girl glances conspiratorially up the stairs and whispers to me, "I'll bet Jeff would be into a threesome..."