Carol, your friend's fat assed sister.

One night you actually got a peach and licked and sucked on it, pretending it was Carol's ass. That's stupid and embarrassing so fucking her should more than likely redeem yourself. You rev up your car and go to your friend's house, which happens to be Carol's house. Pulling up to the house you hop out your car, scripting out exactly how to go about fucking her. These thoughts continue as you knock away at the front door. Everyone else is at school so it should just be her, she graduated a year ahead of you after all. Your thoughts end as the door is opened, by a dude with a beanie and a cigarette, two accessories that scream "I'm an asshole who loves sad boy music". He eyeballs you with a smirk checking out your, at least noticeable, chest. With a blush and a pout, you cross your arms, "Where's Carol." He perks up at the fact that you know the name, then calls out "Babe! A lil girl is looking for you!" Babe? Fuck. BABE? Shit. Carol strolls into view, her wide hips and meaty legs on full display in her outfit composed of a fitting tee and panties. She smiles a little, "Oh she's not a little girl! This is one of my brothers friends, she's a senior!" You give the dude a rude look, before looking back at Carol's delectable self, happily oggling at her thighs. "Oh, you're probably wondering what I'm wearing… Um…" She looks a bit embarrassed to say, but who you can assume is her stupid idiot asshole boyfriend speaks up, "We were having a lil party inside, you want in?" With him? Not really. But it's Carol we're talking about so you nod at her, stepping inside. Carol giggles sheepishly, "Gwyn? Well uh, this should be interesting then… Sure, right this way…" She turns, and then, you see. Her round, soft ass, jiggling and wobbling with every step, the fabric of her panties consumed by ass meat. You reach your hand out, to embrace her tush, but your pilgrimage is cut short by a loud slap and squeeze of her ass by the same boy. "Ah! Stop it! Not in front of Gwyn!" He laughs and looks back at you, "What? She should get used to it if she's gettin in on the party…" Oh god this is probably the kind of party where everyone is having sex with each other. You follow them down to the basement, wanting to cut the guy's hand off, and see, a circle. A circle of half dressed young adults, sitting, liquor and bottles asunder. Carol looks back at you, a nervous smile, "Well uh, have a seat in the circle…" Oh god this is a party where everyone is having sex with each other. You step into the circle, everyone kinda eyeballing the new girl, the attention is nice you must admit, and you have a seat. Carol and stupid idiot sit on the opposite side, frustratingly close to each other. Someone cleans up broken glass from the middle and puts a new bottle down. They spin, it lands on a chick, "oral" Everyone is suddenly engaged and the bottle spins again, glass on pavement, tension in the air, "oral" is she giving, or receiving? Who will fates cruel hand find? Some random person you've never seen in your life. The circle is pleased, some disappointed, and the two make off for an empty corner, someone performing oral on someone. You already know the rules to this game, and perhaps by making yourself a more unlikely candidate— fuck the bottle lands on you. "New girl huh? Sex." Sex?! Fuck. The bottle twirls and twirls, this could end wonderfully, or horribly, or it could never end, you could sit here forever waiting for the bottle to stop spinning but it never does. Your will to fuck fat ass older sisters with boyfriends is strong though, stronger than fate even.