Rachel furious

For a few minutes, I was speechless, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't find any arguments in my favor. I was helpless against the girls' cruel words, but especially against those bright blue eyes of my brother.

And he knew it; I could see it in his arrogant smile. He knew perfectly well I had nothing against him.

"Okay, girls, I think you've had enough fun at Rachel's expense," my mother said, albeit indifferently.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Mother. It's just that my sister has been a bit... rebellious these past few days," Mike replied, getting up, having quickly finished eating. All the women gathered around him.

"We're sorry too, Mrs. Black, but Mike is right, your daughter needs a good lesson," Alicia said, hugging Mike's right arm tightly.

"A good spanking will teach him his place," Veronica said, doing the same with my brother's left arm.

“You poor thing, so long without a well-deserved fuck has turned you into a pretty bitter bitch,” this time it was Wendy.

“Come on, let's not be so hard on her... not everyone is fortunate enough to have a man who makes their pussy explode,” Marcy said, blatantly pointing at my crotch.

“Oh, girls,” I said in a muffled voice.

The disgust I was feeling could only be compared to the enormous sadness that overwhelmed me. Despite my friends' brutal words, I couldn't help but notice how true they were. The last few weeks had been horrible for me. Every night I was overcome with a fierce urge to fuck that my hands couldn't quell, and for some reason I didn't feel like looking for a guy either.

As I looked into Mike's blue eyes again, I slowly became convinced that maybe I was the one with the problem, not my brother and my friends. After all, they are young people with the right to explore their desires. All four of them are beautiful and sexy, so it's understandable that my brother wants to have sex with them.

“I think this is too much. Who wants to go to my room for starters?” Mike asked, raising his voice, feeling like he owned the world.

"I!" the four of them said in unison.

Like cats in heat, they went to rest on Mike's body. While my brother was climbing the stairs, there wasn't a moment when he wasn't being hugged, kissed, or licked by a girl.

Watching this brought back that itch on my neck, and also that strange feeling. When I returned to the table to continue dinner, my mind wandered to something that didn't fit... What did my friends see in Mike?

My brother had been an overweight boy his whole life; not much fat, but enough to be labeled as chubby by those who knew him. On top of that, he'd earned the geeky label, constantly trying to share his fanaticism for robots, magic, and dragons.

That was a turn-off for girls. Well, until about two months ago; now it's “normal” to see him surrounded by my beautiful friends. No matter how hard I looked, I couldn't find anything attractive about Mike except for those radiant blue eyes... that made the itch on my neck even worse.

"Ooh... this damn thing is... hmm... warm... ooh... Whose could it be?"

The shrieks coming from my brother's room made me forget my musings; they were coming from Mike, who was already beginning to enjoy the girls' numerous attentions.

"Shit... they've already started," I muttered angrily.

"Mmh... yes... yes... I think I know... mmh"

I already had an idea of what they were doing; it was some kind of guess-who game where Mike was blindfolded while one of the girls was being… penetrated. During the act, Mike had to guess who he was with before ejaculating, something I thought was really kinky.

It was one of his favorite games; of course, at first he couldn't get any of them right, but now with some experience, it wasn't too hard for him to figure out what his cock was experiencing… or at least that's what I'd heard.

“WENDY... IT'S WENDY! OOOOOH!” my brother shouted triumphantly.

“Correct, you won again!”

I tried my best to ignore them by concentrating on my dinner, but it was really hard when...

Ding-dong.

“Rachel wanted it,” my mom said, once she'd finished eating.

“Yes, I know, Mom.”

Grumpily, I went to the door once more. When I opened it, I saw a rather voluptuous 19-year-old brunette with wild, black hair holding a bag in front of me.

“Oh... hello, Helen,” I greeted her with a certain excitement that quickly vanished when the brunette entered without saying a word to me.

She looked around several times inside.

“Where...?” Helen asked.

“OOOOH... a wet pussy... mmmh... Who could it be?”

“I think you know the answer,” I said dismissively.

“Oh gosh, they started without me!” Helen said, disappearing up the stairs.

For my part, I returned to the table to finish eating. Minutes later, Helen's moans joined those of Mike and the other girls.

“Oooh... Helen, what a nice toy you bought...ahhhh!”

“Mmm...yes, baby...OOOOH...now I can fuck two girls at once!”

A nagging headache combined with the itching on my neck as Mike's “sleepover” escalated. Looking at my mother, I questioned her about the topic.

“How can you let them do things like that here, Mom?” I asked seriously.

My mother stood calmly, as if I had asked her about her clothes.

“Oh, we've talked about this before...your brother is quite old now, and it's normal for him to want to explore sex like any young adult,” Elizabeth said, lightening the situation as usual.

“Well, you're partly right, Mom, but... don't you think this is a bit excessive? I mean, it's one thing for Mike to want to... you know... and it's another thing entirely for him to have a whole damn harem at his feet,” I said, frustrated.

My mother glared at me, as if I'd struck a nerve.

“Is there a problem with my son being popular with girls?” she spoke, raising her voice.

“Uh… not really, but…” she replied hesitantly.

“Is it bad for my son to have fun?”

“Not exactly, but…”

“Okay… so the truth is, you're jealous of Mike's successes. Shame on you, daughter. You should stop interfering in your brother's life and focus on your own.”

“That… that… that's not true. I'm not jealous of…”

“I've had enough of you, Rachel. You better go to your room.”

Upset and even angrier, I went upstairs, thumping loudly with each step I took. I couldn't understand my mother's dismissive attitude, when she used to be much stricter about this kind of thing.

“AHHH… AHHHH… HARDER, MIKE… OOOOH… THAT FRIGE BITCH HEARD US!”

As I passed Mike's room, I couldn't help but hear Veronica's screams, probably being “destroyed” by my younger brother.

I locked myself in my room. When I lay down, I grabbed the pillow and let out a powerful scream, which was quickly muffled. My headache only worsened, equal to Veronica's screams.

“AYYY…MIKE…AHHH….AYYYYY….CUM INSIDE ME, LOVE….OOOOOOOOOH”

A wet feeling in my panties made me realize my own state. In my immense rage, I hadn't realized the other effects the “sleepover” was having on me.

“Damn…now I have to deal with THIS…no…no…NO! There’s no way I’m going to get turned on because my little brother is having an orgy right next to me.”

“OOOH…YEEES…BABY…AHHHH…GIVE ME ALL THE WAY…MMH…LET RACHEL KNOW WHAT IT’S LIKE TO HAVE A REAL DICK!” Alicia was now screaming.

The minutes ticked by, and my pussy burned hotter and hotter, reaching the point where it needed immediate attention. Falling into desperation, I had **** but to shove a hand inside my vagina.

“Grrrr…fuck…fuck…hmm…DAMN!”

Masturbating angrily, I couldn’t help but remember the beginning of all this: how Mike went from being a repulsive geek to living every teenage girl’s fantasy, how my friends went from knowing nothing about him to dying for his presence…HOW DID WE GET TO THIS?