Stay awake

As much as you’d appreciate a bit of a nap, you decide the best course of action is to stay awake and ward off any further attempts by either of the girls to get you horned up. Fortunately, they remainder of the trip is uneventful. Kendra snoozes peacefully, with her head against your shoulder, and Sarah remains deeply asleep, no doubt having the most erotic dreams imaginable. You really hope that she remembered to pack her anti-nympho meds, and wish once again that you had thought to double-check with her before leaving campus.

Your thoughts drift back over the past several weeks as Mr. Ivers continues to guide the car toward your destination. You chuckle silently to yourself when you remember how concerned you were last summer as you were preparing to leave home and begin college life. Aside from typical worries about how hard the classes would be, your primary concern was whether you would have any fun and whether you would have any success with the ladies. You even held out faint hope of possibly securing a relatively-hot girlfriend.

You wouldn’t have believed it then if anyone had told you that your freshman year would principally consist of one sexual romp after another, punctuated by occastional periods of study and sleep. In the span of just a few weeks, you went from being a typical teenage boy with only a handful of sexual experiences, to a truly-seasoned stud who surely gets laid more often than any other guy on campus!

The girls and Mrs. Ivers wake up at the same time, just as Mr. Ivers announces that you are almost there. You watch as Sarah and Kendra sleepily stretch. You feel a twinge between your legs at the sight of your sexy suitemates. Typically you see them stretch like that when they are still under the covers with you, naked and ready to use their renewed energy to take advantage of your morning wood.

You silently rebuke yourself and attempt to drive that thought from your mind. Allowing yourself to get turned on just as the car is pulling in the Ivers’ driveway is the last thing that you need!

“When are we meeting your parents?” Kendra asks Sarah.

“I think we’re meeting for dinner,” she responds.

“Actually, I invited them here to the house for dinner,” Mrs. Ivers says from the front seat. “With Chet and Jeni both at home, I thought we could just cook on the grill and relax around the house.”

“Chet and Jeni?” You look at Kendra, questioningly. “Do you have siblings I don’t know about?”

Kendra laughs and squeezes your hand. “You’ve heard me talk about them. My cousins — Chet and Jeni? They’re our age and go to the local community college. They’re staying at our house to save money on housing. I’m sure I told you about them — the twins?”

It vaguely rings a memory, but in your defense, almost everything she has said to you for quite some time happens either when you are massively turned on and are focusing on getting into her pants, or it is right after you have just busted a nut, and you are on a post-coital high. You can’t be blamed if you don’t remember every little detail.

“I can’t wait to introduce you to them; they’re a lot of fun,” she says, as Mr. Ivers pulls the car in the garage and turns off the engine.

“You’ll definitely want to introduce him to Chet, anyway,” says Mr. Ivers, “since the two of them are sharing a room.” He turns to you and says, “Sorry that we are short on available space. I know you’re used to having a room all to yourself.”

You assure him that it will be ok, while steadily avoiding eye contact with either of your suitemates, both of whom no doubt find it amusing that you haven’t spent a night alone since you met Sarah.

“Alright, kids, let’s get you all settled, and then we’ll all have some time to stretch and recover from the drive before Sarah’s folks get here,” declares Mrs. Ivers.

The five of you pile out of the car, and you each grab your luggage and take it indoors. As you carry your bag, you remember that you are going to be hurting for clothing this weekend if you don’t do something about it. Knowing that there is another guy your age at the house is encouraging; perhaps he has some clothing that you can borrow.

“Sarah, you will be staying in Kendra’s room, right down this hallway,” says Mrs. Ivers, pointing the way.

Kendra says, “I assume Connor is in the guest room across the hall from us?” She sneaks a wink at me as she speaks.

Her mom responds. “No. That’s where Jeni is staying. We have the boys using the room in the basement. Would you show Connor where that is?”

As normal as it would have been to have a room right across the hallway from the girls, just as in college, it is probably a good idea that there is a flight of stairs separating you. You don’t know how soundproofed the walls are, and that kind of proximity might be too much temptation for any of you to resist.

Kendra leads you downstairs to the room you will share with Chet. Once you are out of earshot of the adults, she whispers, “That was so hard being that close to you for that long in the car without doing anything!”

“Without doing anything?” you say, incredulously. “I have a bit of a stain on my shirt that tells me that we weren’t just sitting there, idle.”

She giggles. “That doesn’t count. Unless I have your amazing cock inside me, whatever else we might do is just teasing! You know I’m not going to be able to keep my hands off of you for three days, don’t you? We’re definitely going to have to find some time to screw. In fact, this might be a good time right now...”

Her hand lets go of your arm and reaches to your crotch. Instinctively, you look around, fearing that one or both of her parents is watching.

“I thought we were supposed to be on our best behavior this weekend,” you whisper fiercely.

“Oh, this is my best behavior,” she says, sweetly, continuing to rub your bulge. “You can’t imagine the things I have restrained myself from doing so far!”

You get to the bottom of the stairs and look around. The basement is set up as a second living area, with a small kitchen, a den, and an area set up with a pool table and a dartboard. One open door leads to a bathroom. Another door appears to lead into a utility room. The remaining closed door is presumably where you will be sleeping.

“What do you say, Lover Boy?” Kendra asks, tugging on your waistband and reaching into the front of your pants. “Want to start our weekend off with a quickie before Sarah’s folks arrive?”