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By Lauren McAllister

This was so exciting! I hadn’t seen my sister Janie in forever. We were inseparable when I lived at home (despite our 2 year age difference), but since I’d been at college, the fates had conspired to keep our paths uncrossed. Now finally, finally she was coming to spend the whole Study Week (also known as Drinking Week) with me.
When she arrived at my dorm room door with her “Hello Kitty” duffle bag, I was pleasantly shocked at how she’d blossomed. Janie was absolutely gorgeous (Why wouldn’t she be, she was my sister!) and she’d upped her bra-size to Yowza! With that amazing rack and face, it was going to be easy peasy getting her into the local clubs. Party Time!
It took a whole minute and a half before we were totally comfortable with each other again and laughing like two half-drunk hoydens. It was absolutely imperative that she come to Brown with me next year, so I put on the hard court press. The first night was dinner in the dining hall, a walk through the magnificent grounds and a long drooling session watching the lacrosse team practice.
I only had the one small bed but we snuggled up together, just like so many winter nights back home. It was girlie heaven.
On Friday, we had a quick shower together (I was still trying to get over her great boobs), went shopping for some cool new “come fuck me” outfits and picked out the club where we were going to make the boys veritably weep with desire.
I had never been trolling for dudes with my sister before, so this was going to be a rockin’ night to remember. We tried to “out provocative” each other. Our tight dresses were more than a little on the short side and we both eschewed any hint of undergarmentry. God knows where we were going to end up, but our starting line was smokin’ hot.
At 9:00 we walked into Benny’s and the heads immediately started to turn. Yes! The music was deafening and the air was thick with alcohol and sex. Lithe young bodies were grinding against each other on the dance floor and primitive mating rituals were on full display throughout the oak-drenched room. Our high heels had barely dented the hardwood before two rather handsome gentlemen scurried up to offer us exotic drinks and lively conversation. We politely declined. One liked to at least review one’s options before committing to a specific penis-wielding paramour for the evening. And there were certainly a lot of cute and fun looking boys to choose from.
So, we enjoyed a couple of discreet bevies by the bar and then ventured onto the dance floor together to drum up business. I had barely swiveled my hips to the beat when an applicant came a-tapping on my shoulder. Janie was also being Terpsichorially propositioned. A lot of ass-grabbing and free-drink swigging ensued. After we’d been sufficiently manhandled and Singapore-Slinged, I was in the mood to start getting friendly. You leave your swain selection too late and you end up spending the night under some schmuck who you wouldn’t even deign to dance with at the beginning of the evening. Best to make your pick while there is still a lot of fruit left on the tree. This guy named Barry seemed to have most of the requisite qualities. He was about 6’ 3” with long fingers (We all know what that means, don’t we girls?). His pick-up patter wasn’t too obnoxious and his face certainly wasn’t too hard on the ocular apparatae. Thank goodness Barry’s wingman wasn’t a pig-faced mutant. Stevie was a fairly hunky fellow and obviously had his sights laser-focused on my sister. I allowed these would-be-Don-Jauns to drop their tight little asses down at our table and buy us the libation of our choice. Several dances of an unseemly nature then took place. Now Barry started to think that he was on to a hot thing…and he was oh-so-right. Steve seemed to be faring fairly well with the sib, so I began toying around with various sleeping options while outrageous liberties were being performed upon me (luckily I was in the mood for a few outrageous liberties). It was a relatively dark hostelry, so the fact that naughty Barry had his hand up my skirt, probably went unnoticed. Well, unnoticed by anyone but me. I was finding it moist enjoyable (Did you catch the cute girlie pun, there?). He was chatting away to me about something or other but I’ll be damned if I can make out a word. Between the beat-heavy music and the major hoo-haw tingles I was experiencing, everything else was pretty much a blur. Soon we’re playing shameless tongue tag with each other’s uvulas and rooms that contained a sturdy bed-frame were discussed.
Somewhere in all this passionate per-coital canoodling and conversation, Janie taps me on the shoulder and suggests we retire to the smallest cubicle in the club. I excuse myself and we trot off to discuss “our men”.
“So, what do you think of Steve?” I inquire excitedly in front of the murky bathroom mirror.
“I don’t really like him,” she answered apologetically.
Boy did that let the steam out of my sensual sails. Now what?
“Shit! I thought you guys were clicking.”
“It’s okay. I guess I can go home with him. I don’t want to spoil your evening.”
I put my hand sternly on my sister’s shoulder. “Hey, we’re Benson girls and we only sleep with people we like…unless there’s a really good reason. This isn’t a good reason. We’re getting out of here.”
“How?”
I led my younger sibling out into the hallway and looked around for an exit that didn’t involve us having to walk past our soon-to-be very disappointed Lotharios. They’d spent over a hundred bucks on us and I’d already agreed to go back to his place. We could have been honest with them but shit, this just seemed simpler. Once outside, we’d grab a cab back to the dorm and I’d fall asleep dreaming of what could have been. Oh good, the back door was alarmed.
“Fuck!” I suggested.
“Is something wrong, ladies?” came a voice from behind us.
It was a busboy. He seemed like a nice enough fellow. Time to pour on the charm.
“Hey there,” I smiled sweetly, “my sister and I are trying to get out of here without being seen by certain parties. Can you help us out?”
“If you go out that door, it will set the alarm off.”
“Surprisingly, I’m a college girl and I did read that. Is there another way for us to negotiate egress?”
He started to look nervous. “I’d love to help you, I really would but I don’t want to get in any trouble.”
Time to resort to the universal man-currency. I leaned meaningfully towards him. “You help us get out of here and we will both lift up our dresses and let you touch our pussies.”
“What?”
“Would you rather have Steve touch it?”
Janie reluctantly nodded her head in agreement.
“And we shaved ‘em before we came out tonight.” You could see the wheels spinning in his nervous but horny little head. “Come on. What are the chances of you getting a new job compared to the chances of you getting to touch two other hot, wet pussies?”
Cachiiinnnng!! The sale was made.
“There’s only one way out and it’s through that.” He pointed to a small window about six feet off the ground.
“How the fuck are we going to get up there.”
A man’s mind can be a very creative thing when there’s major vag on the line. “I’ll get some milk crates from the kitchen.” He was off and back in seconds. Once the plastic scaffolding was erected, we stood in front of him and paid the price.
He just gazed at them in awe. A little too much awe.
“Listen, if this were another evening, we’d let you stare at them all night but we really have to get out of here.” I grabbed his hand and slowly dragged it up my slit (It didn’t feel half bad!) and then I repeated the maneuver with poor Janie’s sexual organ. She blushed so red, she practically turned blue.
Our payment made, we slipped off our high heels and up the milk crates we clambered. Once the window was open though, I was almost knocked back into the dingy hallway by the smell. “What the fuck is that?”
“The restaurant dumpster is outside the window.”
I sure wish I’d have known that before we gave him a handful of our skirt candy. I would have lowered the price!
“Maybe we should go with those guys…” My sister was beginning to waver. Luckily for her, I was nowhere near as sensible.
“No, we can do this.” I foolishly declared and out the window I dropped, gripping the straps from my shoes between my teeth.
You can’t really imagine what it’s like to plunge tit-high into a dumpster full of soggy garbage and half eaten foodstuffs with bare feet and no underwear until you’ve actually tried it. Wretchedly disgusting would be heaven on Earth compared to the actual experience. I had moldy pasta and congealed cheese sticking to my vagina. My feet were submerged in cold, vomitous liquids and very squishy solids. And then Janie crashed down on top of me. Luckily our screams of abject horror and nauseation were easily drowned out by the thunderous music from within. I actually puked into my own cleavage. That’s what I get for having a nice set. Janie was sobbing her refuse-decorated head off. After I’d finished ralphing like a poisoned dog, I told her we had to hold ourselves together just long enough to get back to college. Then we could cry like Meryl Streep in Sophie’s Choice. Was that a rat that just crawled past my shin???
It was a two mile walk back to campus. No taxi would let us anywhere near their seats. We squelched and dripped our way along the unforgiving streets, stinking to high heaven. Surely, fucking Steven couldn’t have been worse than this. I never said that to Janie though.
When we reached my dorm building, we took off all our clothes and left them in the alley. Shyness be damned, there was no way I was going to have those toxic, smelly pieces of stained and shredded cloth anywhere near my room. The second we nakedly tip-toed through my door, we emptied and entire pint of Southern Comfort down our throats. Once the alcohol had sufficiently numbed our deeply scared brains, we gave ourselves showers that would have ripped the skin off Karen Silkwood.
It was around midnight when we crawled into bed, as pink as a Mary Kaye Cadillac. We were changed women. Older somehow.
Janie cuddled up to me. “I will never forget this,” she sighed.
“Neither will I,” I assured her.
“No. I mean you. Who else in the world would give up a night of hot sex to jump feet first into rotting garbage for her sis.”
“Hey, you’d do it for me.”
“You know, I can’t honestly say I would.” We both started to giggle. Thank goodness for the healing powers of insalubrious amounts of booze.
“Hey, there are other cute guys, but there’s only one you.”
Janie rubbed my stomach gently. It was very soothing. I kissed her forehead.
“But he was pretty cute.”
“Yes, he was.”
“And you were so looking forward to a good shag tonight.”
“We both were.” I stroked her pretty face.
Janie’s soothing hand was moving lower.
“Are you still horny?”
“Well, if you keep doing that I will be.”
Janie’s fingers were now sliding along the bottom of my short night-shirt. I was beginning to sense what she had in mind. We shared a light kiss on the lips.
“But you’re my sister.”
“And who loves you more than me?” she asked. Before I could answer, she stuck her tongue in my mouth and her hand up onto my growler. My brain said “Definitely Not!” but my naughty legs shot open like a pizza box at a frat party. As much as I tried to resist, I found my hands cupping her delicious ass (are you allowed to call your own sister’s ass delicious?). Within seconds, both our nightshirts were off and the feel of her soft skin rubbing up against mine was dizzyingly hot. Although I knew it was sooo wrong, I just couldn’t stop kissing her. Her tits were out of this world. They felt even better than mine! Janie began expertly rubbing her upper leg back forth across my soaking tumescent twat. It was absolutely tribbolicious!
Who was this brazen, naked girl I had in bed with me? Sis pulled her tongue out of my esophagus with a smile, kissed the tip of my nose and then made her decent to the dripping depths of my cum cave. I wanted to stop her but I just didn’t have the strength of will as she nibbled on my stomach and seductively stroked my inner thighs. I was so turned on I’m surprised the sheets didn’t burst into flames. And that was before Janie plunged her tongue into the heart of my cunt lips. I practically came on the spot. Luckily, I managed to hold off the big “O” momentarily so I could savor her lingual love as she licked my labia into a liquid. Looking down and seeing her sweet face buried in my snatch sent me hurtling over the concupiscent cliff. I grabbed her head and pulled it tight against my puffed-up pudenda. The orgasmic swells were bursting from my throbbing clit and rumbling throughout my body. Janie inserted two fingers into my vaginal canal which caused a second massive orgasmic wave to crash against the first. I’m surprised my fellow students didn’t rush into the room fearing I was being beaten to death with a tire iron. My convulsions were so intense I didn’t think I’d ever be able to uncurl my toes again. God she was good! Once my climax had ebbed to the point where I was capable of thought once more, I pulled Janie up beside me and eagerly headed south to return the favor.
Giving girls head has never really been my thing (Though, I did once eat out my math teacher to pass trig.), but Janie’s quivering quim was the nectar of the gods. Her plump, moist pussy pressed against my mouth and cheeks was an erogenous feast beyond the dreams of Rosie O’Donnell. I basked in the gyno-mystical glory of her pud pudding. Silky, swollen inner lips oozed out of their tender fleshy hiding place in search of pleasures that only I could give. I slid my tongue between her engorged and glistening lick-ridges and dragged the tip up under her clitoral shaft causing moans and sighs of breathtaking rapture to leak out of her. There were other things leaking out of her but I was greedily slurping them up. I had gone mad with oral ardor. As I plumbed her dewy depths, I was so transfixed that I couldn’t even remember what a cock looked like. And I had almost forgotten what being submerged in gooey garbage was like. It may not be proper etiquette to jam your finger up your own sister’s pucker-hole as you’re feverishly sucking on her libido button, but I did it anyway. There was a tightening of her vaginal canal and her dreamily smooth legs tensed and pushed in on either side of my skull. Her breathing became frantic. I quickened my lingual pace to match her upward-thrusting hips. Janie and I used to masturbate a bit together when we were younger, so I’d seen her cum quite a few times but nothing like this monster seismic explosion. I thought the bed was going to break…or at least my jaw. She went absolutely apeshit! It was like a swarm of drunken killer bees had crawled up inside her. Her pelvis thrashed about uncontrollably. Even my forehead was coated in pussy juice. I’m sorry, I really love guys and having sex with them but women cum way, way better than men ever do. It’s like a Disneyland ride.
She finally came to rest, opened her eyes and looked down at me between her legs. “That was unbelievable,” she smiled and stroked my sopping cheek, “But could you take your finger out of my asshole now?”
Hey, sometimes in the heat of the moment, you can forget little details like that.
We fell asleep that night, kissing and fondling one another. It was beyond transcendent.
I don’t think we spent more than an hour at a time outside my dorm room the rest of that week. You can probably guess what we were up to in there. It was with heavy heart and fairly sore labia that I bid her farewell the next Sunday. Now, with every hour that passes, I severely miss the Sis. (She’s going to come to Brown next year if I have to forge the application!)
In the meantime, I actually met a guy I like and we’ve been dating now for about a month. Just wait till I take him home to meet the family. He is going to get the threesome of his life!

Copyright 2014 Lauren McAllister

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