Kaitlyn, Rachel's Volleyball Captain

You lounge around Rachel's bedroom while she staggers to the bathroom to clean off some of the cum you blasted her throat with. You flip open her diary for fun but there's nothing about you so you tear out a page and make a paper airplane. It sails through the room and lands in the cum stain on her pouf.

There's a knock and then a stunning tall blonde walks into the room. She's wearing shorts and a tank, and her hair's up in a ponytail. You think you used to see her in a volleyball uniform around school before you went to college, not that you ever knew her name. Damn, those shorts are tight on her ass.

You haven't introduced yourself, so she does. "Hi, I'm Kaitlyn. I'm here to pick up Rachel for our friendly volleyball game. Are you her brother David?"

This must be the girl that texted Rachel about how much she hated you. "Yep. I didn't know Rachel played volleyball."

Rachel walks back into the room wearing a golden yellow bikini top. She pulls on a tank top over it. "Maybe if you thought about anything other than disgusting things you can do to my throat you'd have noticed, you fucking pervert. Of course I play volleyball."

"Rachel's too modest," Kaitlyn adds. "She has a volleyball scholarship for college next year. Full ride to BJ State U."

"Aren't you a little short for volleyball, Rae-Rae?"

"How about I spike you in your volleyballs, step-brother?"

She'll be **** on your volleyballs soon enough, so you look at Kaitlyn instead. "Where are you playing?"

"Oh, BJ State U has some nice sandy courts. Perfect for a friendly weekend beach volleyball game. Ready, Rachel?"

"Ready, Kate."

It's time for you to invite yourself along. You put your arm around your short sister's bare shoulders and grope her tit before she can swat your hand. "Let's go, girls."