Lori's freshman dorm.

Thanks to that jerk, I couldn't seem to get my sister's body out of my head. My traitorous cock didn't seem to care that she was my sister. Hot girl? Better get hard. I shook my head and walked without purpose, just trying to clear my mind.

It worked for a while, as I passed the buildings where I would have my various classes, my thoughts turned to preparation for my senior year. I had worked my butt off for three years and now, suddenly, there was this whole new "flavor of the week" thing to distract me. It wouldn't have been much of a concern for me except that my sister was a notoriously poor student and might actually be in danger of the new program.

My thoughts turned back to my sister and my feet followed. It wasn't long before I started passing freshmen girls milling about or carrying boxes of belongings. I had arrived at the girls' dormitory on campus. It was almost entirely full of freshmen, since everyone else was allowed to utilize the much better off-campus housing.

Several of the girls smiled at me or giggled as I walked past. I grinned back at them and waved. That was new. I felt like a fox in the henhouse as I strode through the large mass of 18 year olds into the dormitory. Normally off-limits to men, the visiting code was relaxed during the first week of school so that parents could help their freshmen get settled and people could show their friends where they lived, etc.

I noticed a small number of the girls were wearing gaudy plastic wristbands with red stripes. When I found Lori, she wore one, too, although it took me a while to notice. I stopped in the doorway to her room and watched her struggle to put some books on the top shelf. She was wearing teeny little booty shorts and perhaps the shortest shirt in the world and no bra, so when she lifted her hands above her head her entire underboob became plainly visible and once again my cock betrayed me, springing to ready position.

I was about to step in to help when the book fell from her hands to the floor. She bent gracefully at the waist to retrieve it, her ass pointed directly at me. Those thin shorts she wore pulled tight across her body and I swear I could see every detail of her puffy little mound, right through them. I bit back a groan and resolved to find myself a girlfriend, because this was getting ridiculous.

I make myself known rather than creep on her any longer. "Hey, sis! You made it!"

She popped up and spun around with a smile. "Jake! Come to help?" she laughed and stepped forward to give me a warm hug.

I wasn't quite prepared for that, and I'm pretty sure she realized I had a raging hard on, because she cut the hug shorter than usual. I cursed my bad luck, because she gave really soft, very booby hugs. "Bro, you can't walk around a girls dorm with something like that going on. People might think you're a pervert or something." She teased, but turned around as a faint blush formed on her cheeks. She recovered gracefully, as always. "Anyway, here." She tossed the book at my chest. "Use your long limbs and help your midget sister out."

It was my turn to laugh, and I happily set the book on the shelf. "So what's with the weird fashion statement?" I gestured to the plastic wristband. Up close it looked like the kind of thing you'd get at an amusement park to prove admission.

"Oh, the admissions office gave these to the bottom 5% of freshmen girls. They said it was so that teachers knew to keep an eye on us in case we need extra help." She didn't seem to think there was anything at all odd or concerning about that. Especially since unscrupulous people could use those to target specific girls who could be considered "on the menu" and maybe impede their studies just a little in the hopes that they failed.

I gaped but really didn't want to talk to my sister about the very distinct probability that she gets reduced to a free-use **** on campus. I didn't trust myself to be objective about it. I changed the subject. "You know, you're not going to be able to get that book back down any better than you can put it up, don't you have a different shelf?"

She thought about it for a minute and laughed. "I guess you're right. Nevermind. Just put it over there, then." She gestured to a short shelf beside her desk.

My idiot sister is so getting fucked. I cringed, trying to ignore the way that thought turned me on.