You have a party in your mouth

You have a quiet afternoon vegging out in Ian's living room as he went back out to take care of a few things. Daytime TV is trash, but on the other hand, you haven't had a chance to watch any shows since getting in your dorm room. Flipping through the channels, you rest on some program showing off million dollar homes. It's not really that interesting, you could probably have the show muted and enjoy it as much, but it's at least something to focus on while you let your brain turn off. You figure that's what you need more than anything right now; some time to destress and not have your brain working on anything.

Letting your mind wander, your thoughts return to your brother. You wonder exactly what he got up to with his ex, given what you found in that box. You can't blame them; you imagine she's probably around his age, and a young, fit active couple is only natural going to be active in other ways as well. If she was willing to put all that stuff on and put out for him, you have to imagine he's got a nice cock. It's funny, for as bad as your parents always made your brother out to be, even at his worst, he always made sure to keep you away from it. You still have no idea what it was he got hooked on, you never caught him in the act with a girl at home, or anything like that. And it's not like it was a lack of options. It seemed at one point that Ian had a girlfriend every other week when he was still living with you. You have to wonder how much of that was his because of his antics and what he could get ahold of, how much of it was his charisma, and how much of it could be his other charisma.

_Fuck! _you think to yourself. _I can't believe of I'm thinking of my own brother that way! _You hope to God that he has some cute friends in order to divert some of your energy and frustrations. You do get a chance to be distracted as Ian returns with bags of groceries. You get up from the couch instinctively to help, and to peruse what he's doing.

"Since you're here, would you mind helping out putting some of this stuff away?"

"Sure!" Going through the bags, it's all fresh food, or nearly so. Lots of fresh produce and uncooked meats, and only a few bags of processed, packaged things. The worst thing in the lot? Soda.

"Is all this for the party? Or are you preparing some kind of cleanse afterwards?"

Ian chuckles "Not what you expected, right?" You shake your head, to which he nods "Not what I would expected either, but what you see before you is my version of taking work home"

"You're a cook?"

He nods his head "A chef, ya."

"How'd you pull that off? Culinary school is expensive"

Ian gleams a big smile "By working my ass off, and finding some people who saw something in me that I didn't see in myself." He shrugged " I didn't know I had a knack for it, but trust the people around you, you know?" You smile with him as he starts his prep work. Some of the gray area in the past years gets filled in now.

"Looks like the kitchen isn't the only place you've been sweating. I'll bet one helps the other out"

"For sure" He nods in agreement. "Buddies coming over are a bunch of gym rats like me. Clean gym rats at that. Don't worry, they're good guys."

"Being friends with you, I never had a doubt..." You see your brother blush a bit as he continues cooking. There's a knock on the door shortly after.

"That must be one of the devils now. Could you get the door, please? I'm sure whoever it is will be excited to not have a sausage fest" You head to the door and find out it was in fact the whole gang; four guys, all roughly Ian's age and in really fit shape, but without being all meatheaded.

"Hey, I'm Amanda, come on in"

"Woah!" One of the commented immediately as he came in "Nice to meet you Amanda. Are you -?" He was cut off immediately

"She's my younger sister Marcus. All y'all settle down." There's that familiar protective tone you've heard before, now in a new context "We haven't seen each other in a long time, so I invited her to stay for the fight while we got caught up" Each of the guys behaved themselves, verbally at least. As each of them introduced themselves, Marcus, Robert, James, and Tobias, they each eye you up and down as they come in. Judging by their bulges, they all approved. They weren't bad on the eyes either. Robert was a little meh from the neck up, and James did something really kind of dumb with his hair, but they were all really fit, and their bulges looked decent to sizable, so that made up for any deficiencies upwards.

"Forget Ian" You try to smooth it over "He's totally harmless." All four of them laugh "Ian? Hardly. we've all got bruises to prove it" Robert responds

Ian chimes in again "Y'all have gotten some good hits on me. Let's not get the scorecard out just yet"

"That's fair, cause you'd win". The guys all gravitate towards the living room. You take a look behind you to find Ian still cooking, and decide to have a moment of fun. You wave to get their attention, and when you have the eyes of at least two of them, you give a tug on your shirt, giving them a slight peak at your soft, pale, and large tits. You can't believe what you just did, but seeing the stares you get in response, and how your heart races from not getting caught, you have no regrets, and look forward to pushing the envelope the rest of the night. You join the others on the large sectional couch, between James and Tobias. They gently brush your legs, and you smile at the sensation. It's over as soon as it's over, as Ian quickly joined you with a large platter of his cooking goodies. The TV is setup for the main event, some sort of big UFC event. You get the hint from past conversations that your brother has learned how to fight and competes himself, at least with his friends, and this is a vehicle for his latest passion. You try to be the good sister and the good guest by paying attention and sticking with it, but that's hard for you. This just isn't that interesting. No matter, you have a different idea.

"Thanks for cooking Ian" you say kindly as you get up in a slow moment "I'll clean up in the kitchen for you"

"You don't have to do that, sit down and have a good time with us."

"I'm happy to do it. I owe you at least that much." You pat his shoulder as you walk past him, noticing that his eyes never broke contact with the screen. Even in the quiet bits, his focus is unquestionable. That can work to your advantage. While cleaning, you catch eyes with one of his friends, Marcus. You know he's checking you out, and you're more than receptive to the idea. You open your mouth slightly and press your tongue against your cheek as you move your hand up and down slowly. His eyes nearly bolted out of his head, and sprang to his feet immediately. Walking into the kitchen slowly and without comment, he lingers near you, his back to his friends, covering anything you might be doing. You smile seductively and kiss him gently on his lips as your hand fiddles with his beltline.

"Does your brother know you're such a freak?" he whispers. You have to try really hard to hold back a giggle, whispering back "No. I'm normally not like this at all. Just, like, something that's gotten in me in the last week or so." You open his shorts to find a fully erect and eager dick. Not super big; if anything, his fit body makes it look a little smaller than it is, but it does look pretty. You drop your knees and immediately start sucking, visually protected by the island between you and the couch. You lean forward to give him a pleasant sight of your ass, and look up at him, your pretty blue eyes glimmering at him. Your blowjob is wet and sloppy, and you struggle to mask the noise of what you're doing. You work his cock quickly, rightly thinking that the longer you sit here, the sooner someone will notice what's going on. You feel Marcus' strength as he holds the back of your head and pushes you along. His distorted face gives you a sign that he's about to cum, and you prepare yourself as best you can. Grabbing his legs tightly, you hold yourself his cock buried deep down your throat as he shoots his load.

"Fuuuuck" he moans quietly as you slowly let him out of your mouth. It was only a few minutes long, but a good few minutes. "It's been way too long." You both make yourselves look normal as Marcus returns to his seat, and you slowly finish cleaning. The whole event maybe lasted another half hour after that, and none of the others appeared to suspect anything had occurred, the least of all your brother. The fight over, Marcus and the others quickly left the apartment, saying goodbye's to both of you. Marcus copped a feel of your ass on his way out, another act your brother missed. You wonder what the conversation will be when they all walk outside, and talking about Ian's slutty sister Amanda. You hated the idea of being called that word; a slut, but in the past few days, you've clearly done a few slutty things, and you really don't seem to care so much. You're enjoying yourself and playing by your own rules. You find yourself a little frustrated though. A couple of blowjobs in the past few days and one really quick fucking, you need something more real, more passionate. You may have a plan for that too.

"Ian?" you ask plaintively, looking outside "The weather still looks like ass outside. The rain's picked up again, and I'd rather not get caught out in again."

"Ya, I see that. Want me to drive you back to campus?"

"Actually, do you mind if I crash here?"

"Really?" He asks, finding that an odd favor "I mean, I've only got one bed, and the couch."

You nod "Ya I know. It's just...I don't know. Like, there's just so much anxiety, I don't even want to be on campus right now with what's going on with mom and dad. Plus, it's spring break. I feel better being here with you. I feel calm, safe..."

The words certainly found their mark, although it was never hard for you to get him to do anything. "No, I get that a hundred percent. You can spend the night with me." His face distorted, catching the odd choice of words "You can take my bed, I'll sleep on the couch."

"No! I couldn't do that." You reply genuinely. "It's your apartment, you should have the bed. The couch and a few blankets should be fine, really."

"Okay, if you're sure" He gives you a big strong hug "I'm really glad you came to visit Amanda, and that you told me what's up. I wish I could do more to help."

"Trust me, big brother, you're doing all you need to do"