Saving My Sister from the Frat House

Note: All characters within this story are above 18 years of age. This is a fictional story and is meant to be read as a fantasy by adults (18+). Any apparent lack of consent is purely a narrative element within this fictional setting and is not meant to reflect acceptable behavior in real life. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

Mason was exhausted but at least he was getting to go home early. The professor who had the final two classes scheduled had become ill and thus they were done with classes early. He slung his backpack over one shoulder and headed straight for his apartment, already imagining the look on Serena’s face when she saw him walk in hours before she expected him.

Serena and Mason had been pretty tight all through their childhood. Their mother was quite abusive, the kind of woman who could turn a normal afternoon into a screaming match over nothing. The siblings often only had each other for support. Serena had done everything she could to make sure she made up for the lack of maternal support she no doubt felt herself, but she made damn sure Mason never felt it. She would sneak him snacks when Mom was on a rampage, help him with homework late into the night and always find a way to buy him the new video game or sneakers he wanted even when money was tight. Mason was thankful for it every single day. He still was.

The fact that his older sister was so attractive did make life a little difficult for him. Everyone had the hots for her. Guys at school used to ask him for her number like he was some kind of broker. Even now, years later, he still caught random dudes staring whenever he walked down the street with her. It used to annoy him, but mostly it just made him feel protective.

Soon Serena left for university. At first they still talked almost every day, but the messages slowly became less frequent. Mason soon left to stay in another town for his own studies and lived by himself. The apartment wasn’t much, just a small one-bedroom place close to campus, but it was his. Luckily his sister happened to be in town for some work thing and decided to crash at his place instead of getting a hotel. She’d been there for a couple of days now, but he hadn’t had a lot of quality time with her. Between his classes and her meetings and class assignments, they mostly just passed each other in the mornings and evenings. He missed the old days when they could just sit and talk for hours.

He considered taking her out for dinner today since he got done early. Maybe that little Italian place she had been mentioning. He could already picture her smiling at him across the table, calling him “little bro” even though he was nineteen now and taller than her. The thought made the corners of his mouth turn up as he climbed the stairs to his floor.

But as he entered his apartment and closed the door behind him, he heard strange sounds coming from his bedroom. It almost sounded like moans. Soft at first, then louder, breathy and wet. Mason froze in the hallway, keys still in his hand. He stood there for a second, ears straining. Yeah, definitely moans. His sister’s voice.

As he got closer to the slightly ajar door, he could hear her garbled voice. She was saying something over and over again, the words slurred like she was half-asleep or drunk. He could also hear a male voice which seemed to be coming from the speakers of her laptop.

Mason sensed something was fishy here. If his sister was having a sext session, he didn’t want to embarrass her. Serena had always been the straight-laced one, good grades, responsible, the kind of big sister who lectured him about safe sex and studying hard. The idea of her doing something like this felt off, but he wasn’t about to judge. He was almost about to go back and announce himself more loudly so his sister had more time to cover up whatever she was doing when he made out what the man was saying over the video call.

“Dude, this fat titty slut is crazy. I can’t believe she managed to fit it in her pussy.”