Finish getting ready

Reluctantly, you close the door to Aron’s room, just as Vanessa starts to yell, “Oh, fuck, Aron! You’re gonna make me cum again!” You make a mental note to get side-by-side picture of your brothers’ asses at the earliest opportunity. Actually, now that you think of it, you probably already have such a picture, if you could just remember where you stored the photos from your last family vacation.

You enter room to finish getting ready and find Sophie there, looking through your closet. As close as she is, the two of you think nothing of helping yourselves to each other’s stuff. In fact, if you had been with her last night, you most likely would have helped yourself to Jackson and assisted your friend in raising the sailor boy’s periscope.

“See anything you like?” you ask Sophie, as you strip off your t-shirt and push past her to grab a blouse.

“I see lots that I like,” she responds, squeezing one of your breasts, playfully. “And I see some things that look like they are mine. I wondered where this sweater went.” She pulls an item from its hanger.

“Oh yeah,” you respond. “I think I borrowed that for the Delta Sigma Alpha hayride. I would have given it back sooner, but I had to get it dry cleaned.”

“Let me guess.... Grass stains on the back?” she asks, looking the sweater over carefully.

You nod. “Grass stains and something else. I’m guessing it was dirt or rubber from a big tire tractor. I don’t remember a lot from that party except for Brett Davis offering me a drink to help me warm up. I woke up in his bed the next morning, and I don’t think I ever did locate my panties.”

“Between the two of us, we probably have left enough underwear behind at guys’ rooms to start a thrift shop,” says Sophie. “And don’t worry about the sweater. I’ve got a bunch of your stuff at home I keep meaning to give back.”

You step in front of the mirror and attend to your hair. “What do you suppose Bryan is doing at the library during summer vacation?”

“Extra credit?” guesses your friend.

“I doubt it. Bryan’s idea of ‘extra credit’ usually consists of sexual favors for the teacher. I swear the boy is the biggest slut in this family.”

“And that’s saying something, coming from the girl who managed to get an A+ in Advanced Chemistry without attending a single lab or, as far as I know, even owning a Chem textbook.”

You smile. “Mr. Richards is a very good teacher.”

“He must have been. And very committed, too. Not many teachers would be willing to do so many individual tutoring sessions so late into the night — and at his home, too!”

“Well, it also helped him pass the time when his wife was away on all those business trips,” you say. “Good old Mr. Richards! I should stop by and see if he remembers me.”

“Somehow, I think you won’t have any trouble there,” says Sophie.

You notice that it’s been a while since Vanessa last announced the status of her next orgasm. “Sounds like Aron and Vanessa may be done for the morning.”

“I don’t know how she manages it,” says Sophie. “She must have muscles like a body builder and the stamina of a jack rabbit to keep it up like she does. When she’s with both of your brothers, I don’t know how you get any sleep.”

“Why do you think I keep those on my nightstand?” you ask, nodding toward the table.

Sophie looks at the nightstand and reaches over and takes hold of two dildos. Holding them up, she says, “Her yelling gets you pretty turned on, huh?”

“Not those... I meant the earplugs next to the lamp!”

“Oh, sorry.... I didn’t see them. They were covered up by the box of flavored condoms.” She examines the box. “Seriously? ‘Gluten free’?”

There is a knock on the door. “I’m ready, girls, whenever you are,” Bryan announced.

“Be right out,” you respond, giving yourself one more look in the mirror. You turn and present yourself to your friend. “How do I look?”

“Like you want to get fucked. How do I look?”

“Like you want to get fucked,” you respond.

Together, the two of you say, “So let’s go get fucked!”

You walk out just in time to see Vanessa and Aron exit his room and walk naked into the bathroom. As you hear the water for the shower turn on, you know that Vanessa will also very soon be turned on. Your mom says she can always tell when Vanessa stays over because of the sudden spike in the water bill.

Bryan is waiting by the door. He has his backpack, but it does not appear to be loaded down with books. He looks up expectantly. “Are you ready to rock?” he asks.

“We’re ready,” you answer, and reach for the car keys, only to find that Bryan already has them.