The Hot Family Friends

My parents get around and it was not a particularly uncommon thing for them to bring home a new family friend or two. On some days, it was several. On others, there were enough to partially fill up every square inch of the backyard pool. Year after year, I had potentially witnessed enough party bound shenanigans to know exactly what to do for just about any situation. They somehow managed to keep me around after I came back home from college, primarily to deal with the dreaded aftermath of the next day like I always had done when they were a bit younger. They even started paying me a salary for it. An odd 'allowance' that was far more than what I would ever be able to earn at any entry level job in the city, which was essentially one of the perks for being in a relatively rich family.

Personally, I didn't mind going back to the way things were for a few particular reasons. More so, it was because of one very simple fact: just about all of the women they brought home were smoking hot. As an incredibly horny young man with little sexual experience, there were hardly any days I would spend without jerking off my meat to the small army of hotties I had the pleasure of meeting on an almost weekly basis. I normally stayed out of sight of the crowd, peering through windows and watching the festivities unfold from a bird's eye view. With every nip slip and gyrating hips on the dance floor, my imaginations would go wild. I had even dared to stroke my dick while spying at the guests from the window of my room, hiding out in total darkness while I imagined myself happily pumping my big loads of my cum into the night's hottest femme out there. Keeping my activities hidden was an easy task, since I was usually upstairs where hardly anyone ever comes around.

Everything seemed like a dream come true, but little did I realize that it had only just begun.