A hot drummer chick just offered to share a joint with you. You say yes!

You hesitate. It’s late, and you’re a little buzzed from all the beers that Abbie has been giving you through the night. You’ve got school tomorrow. You probably should start sobering up so you can get home and get some sleep.

On the other hand, it’s already so late that mom is going to be pissed off at you no matter what you do now. You’ve never had an opportunity to get close to a girl like this before. Abbie has been talking you up to her friend and has whispered to you a few times through the night that Cyn is interested in you. Having your sister set things up for you certainly makes your life easier.

Even if you just end up hanging out and smoking a joint with her, that’s a lot more than you’ve ever done with a girl.

You nod. “Sure, why not.”

The girls grab your arms, one on each side and shuffle you in the side door of the van. You end up sitting on the mattress with Cyn on one side of you and Abbie on the other, leaning back against the metal wall of the van. It’s a bit cramped with all the drum cases and amps, so the three of you are pressed close together.

Cyn lights a joint, and takes a deep drag, holding it as she hands the joint off to you. You look at it for a second. “I… never smoked before.” You admit.

Abbie smirks, “Big surprise. Another in the long list of things my baby brother hasn’t done.” She snuggles closer against you and slides her arm around your back. “Maybe there’ll be a few firsts for you tonight, beanpole.” She giggles.

Cyn smiles and releases the breath she’s been holding in, filling the van with pungent smoke. “Don’t worry about it.” She tells you. “Just take it in deep and hold it as long as you can.”

You raise the joint to your lips, and try to take in and hold a lungful of the smoke. It burns and you end up coughing it out almost immediately. Cyn rests her hand on your chest. You can feel how sweaty her tank top is as she leans into. “Not bad. It takes a few tries before you get used to it.” Cyn says, reassuring you.

Abbie grabs the joint from your fingers, and take a long drag. As she does, Cyn says, “Fuck… I’m too sweaty in this.” She pulls the top up over her head and off. She’s not wearing a bra. Her breasts are full, round, and glisten slightly in the streetlight coming in the van’s windshield. “You don’t mind, do you?” she asks in a voice that sounds like she’s teasing you, but also has a note of defiance to it, letting you know that even if you did object, it’s her van and she’s not going to cover up just to make you more comfortable.

You try not to stare and act cool about it. You shake your head, “N, no… don’t mind at all.” You stammer out, as Abbie and Cyn reach across you to pass the joint. Your cock is hard as an iron rod from the closeness of the feminine bodies and the sight of Cyn’s tits.

Cyn gives a slight nod of approval at your answer, and sucks in a deep lungful of pot smoke. She hands the joint to you again, and breathes out, “Cool.”

You try to take a toke again, and don’t do much better. You are starting to feel a little light-headed, but that could just be from the beer, fatigue, and coughing fits.

After Abbie takes a drag, she says “I gotta go find someplace to pee.” She rests her hand on your thigh to help herself get up and move unsteadily towards the door of the van. Your sister’s fingers almost land on the bulge in your jeans. She leans back and whispers in your ear. “Be good, little brother. Don’t forget what I gave you in the car.” Then she nips your earlobe, and laughs a low, sultry, throaty laugh.

As Abbie climbs out of the van, Cyn tells her, “There’s an all-night doughnut shop a block down.” Her hand slides up and down your chest. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of him while you’re gone.”

As Abbie walks away, swaying slightly, Cyn puts out the joint. She moves in and kisses you without any hesitation or warning. Her tongue slips into your mouth, sliding over yours. You’re too surprised to do anything at first, then hesitantly, uncertainly you start to return the kiss. You press your lips back against hers, your tongue circles hers, then presses into her mouth. She pulls back from the kiss, grinning at you. “Not bad for your first time. I’ve kissed guys who were a lot worse.”

You’re panting a bit too hard to answer right away, but catch your breath. “You… ahh… know I’ve never…”

She pushes you onto your back on the mattress, and lays on top of you. “Yeah… Abbie told me.” Her compact body gyrates on top of you, her crotch griding on your hard on through your jeans. “You’re not a lot like her, are you? Very quiet.” She says, looking down into your eyes. “She’s kind of a freak. Always up for something fun.” Cyn laughs. “That’s why get along.” She kisses you again.

The redhead starts to unbutton your shirt, her fingers tracing over your chest as she reveals it. “It doesn’t bother you, does it? That your sister set us up? She told me how great you are, and that you have trouble with girls since your so shy. She’s helped me out with giving guys that I like, hhmmm… special experiences... before,” Cyn chuckles, "so I agreed to meet you.” She opens your shirt fully. Her breasts are mashed against your skin as she lays on top of your Her head dips down, and she licks slowly up your chest. “Anyway, you seem nice like she said, and I’m into tall skinny guys, so I told her I’d help you out. Take your cherry.”

Your hands grip Cyn at the waist. You can hardly believe this is happening. “Help me out…?” you manage to **** out. “Oh…” You gasp, as your hips start to rock instinctively, humping back against her. But something she said sticks in your head and makes you ask “Special experiences? Like…?” You feel like this night is teaching you lots of things you didn’t know about your sister.

Cyn smiles wider, “If I really like a guy, I like to blow his mind with a threesome. It’s something you all dream about. And it’s kind of fun, even though neither of us are bi or anything.” Her hands are pressing between you, unbuckling your belt, opening your fly. “We just make out a little as a show for the guy, then blow him together. Then she’ll make out with him while he fucks me.” She pushes your jeans and boxers down and her hand wraps around your shaft. Your cock strains and twitches.

This is all too much for you. You can feel you’re about to explode. “Fuck.” You grunt out through clenched teeth, “I’m gonna…” Your cock pulses in Cyn’s tight grip, and spurts your cum out onto your belly.

When she realizes you are cumming already, Cyn starts stroking, “Oh… you were wound up tight, dude.” She squeezes your twitching cock, milking it.

You can feel your cheeks and ears burning as you flush red with embarrassment. “I… I couldn’t help it. It felt so good. You’re so sexy. I couldn’t stop myself.”

Cyn laughs softly and kisses your cheek. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll take it as a compliment.” Her hand keeps working your cock gently as it starts to soften. “Hell, if I had ever gone as long as you have without fucking, I’d probably cum the second a guy touched me.”

She grabs the sweaty tank top that she had tossed aside before and uses it to wipe your cum off your stomach, then clean off her hand and your cock. “You’ll get better, but the big thing you need to learn is never leave a woman disappointed. You shot your load, but that doesn’t mean the show is over.” She starts to wriggle out of her jeans, kicking them away once she gets them down to her ankles. She lays back on the mattress, grabs your head with both her hands and pushes you down towards her pussy. You can see she has a sparse bush of light hair, but in the dim light in the van, you can’t tell the color.

As she spreads her thighs open, you are greeted by the organic aroma of her cunt. It’s a bit like the smell of the sweat she worked up playing, but deeper, muskier. You aren’t sure you like it exactly, but you’re excited by it. You aren’t sure exactly what to do. You start by placing a kiss on her folds. They are warm, soft, and slick. Then you trace the tip of your tongue along her slit, up and down. The taste is new to you too, not bad, but unfamiliar.

She lets out a moan, so you think you must be doing ok. You flatten your tongue and drag it slowly up her pussy, laaaap… laaaaap… laaaaaap… Her fingers curl in your hair, clenching, tugging your head forward, into her sex. You point your tongue again and slide it between her pussy lips. One of her hands leaves your hair, and her fingers spread her labia apart. She pulls you higher with the other hand, directing your tongue to the hood of her clit. “Light touch,” she pants. “Just brush it.” You try to barely make contact as the tip of your tongue circles her clit with light flicks. Her fingers clench harder in your hair, her body tenses and shudders. “Mmmmnnnggg… fuuuuck…” she groans, then collapses back on the mattress, shivering.

Then the door of the van opens, and Abbie is standing there smiling wide. You fumble to pull up your jeans. Cyn just lets out a breathy laugh, not even trying to cover up.

You stammer, “Abs, wait... I… um... we were just… you shouldn’t…”

Your sister shakes her head and smirks at you. “I know what you were ‘just’ doing, dummy. Why do you think I was gone so long?” She climbs into the van. “It sounded like you were done though, and I was bored standing around in the alley.”

Abbie grins at Cyn. “Thanks, bitch.” She chuckles.

Cyn purrs back, “No problem. I didn’t mind at all. He’s got potential. You still owe me one though.” The drummer pulls you down onto the mattress next to her.

Abbie announces, “I’m too tired and stoned to drive.” She lies down on your other side. They both roll on their sides, facing you. You’re sandwiched between their bodies. They rest their arms on your bare chest and interlace their fingers. Abbie nuzzles your ear and whispers, “So beanpole, does your sister take care of you, or what?”