Night out

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"Fuck me hard with that huge black dick!"

I sat on the couch and turned up the volume on the TV, trying to drown out the sounds of sex coming from my sister's bedroom. She had her "boyfriend" Russell over again. Russell was tall, black, and supposedly very rich. Whenever he came over they always went right to her bedroom and never came out. He wasn't really her boyfriend. They never went on dates or did anything romantic. My older sister Jessica was simply his booty call. And lately he had called a lot. He did something important for some big local business according to her. Whatever it was, he had a lot of money and a lot of free time. One of his favorite pastimes apparently was collecting college girls. He met my sister one night at a bar and liked what he saw. All he had to do was flash some cash and buy her some drinks and she let him do whatever he liked. He must have liked loud sex.

"Who owns this pussy!? Say it!"

"You do! It's yours. It's your pussy baby." My sister's bed was creaking loudly, further painting the picture in my mind of just what was going on behind that door.

"Damn right," he said. It was followed by a loud slapping sound.

Jesus, I could even hear the smacks on her ass. I guess that is what happens when you live in a tiny house meant for college students. It was affordable and it had two bedrooms, but there really was next to no privacy. Maybe if it wasn't my sister I had to listen to I wouldn't have minded so much.

"Oh my God! Oh my God!" she cried as their fucking apparently ramped up in intensity.

I tried to pretend that she was only praying. I didn't know what to make of the grunts I heard mixed in with it though. I would have just left to do something somewhere else, but I didn't have any money to waste. I had plans later to watch a movie with some friends, and I barely had enough to do that. It was also incredibly cold outside, so I wanted to stay indoors.

"You're such a fucking slut. You love getting fucked don't you?" he said.

"I do, I love it. Use me, make me your dirty whore." She was out of breath, and it sounded like she was barely able to get her words out. It was clear from the sound of her voice that she was enjoying herself though. He had her in the palm of his hand. It made me sick.

"Get down, I want to cum on your whore face."

"Yes baby, cum for me!" my sister cried.

"Ahh, Fuck!" A deep moan was mixed together with an appreciative cooing sound coming from my sister.

Well, at least they were finished. They had been at it for the better part of an hour. At first they would try to be a little discrete, but they always got loud in the end. It was hard to hear that for many reasons. I wasn't a prude and I didn't mind that she was sexually active, but I wished I didn't have to hear it all the time. Any time I tried to talk to her about it she just dismissed it as her little brother being annoying and told me to mind my own business.

Eventually the door to her bedroom opened up and Russell came out. He was buttoning up his expensive looking dress shirt. Seeing me on the couch with the TV volume turned up super loud, he gave me a cocky smile and winked. What a tool. He made his exit without saying anything. He had driven over in a brand new Cadillac. It looked cool and was just the kind of car I wished I had. I didn't doubt that he was loaded, but nobody I talked to seemed to have any idea just how much he was actually worth. Just having a good job at some small business wouldn't be enough to afford the brand new cars I had seen him drive. It was a personal goal of mine to find out exactly where his money came from and how much of it there was. I heard him start up his car and drive away. A few minutes passed before Jessica came out of her room and joined me on the couch.

"I can't believe you let him treat you like that," I said.

"I can't believe you listen to us all the time. You're such a perv Sam."

"Oh, like there is anywhere in the house I can go to not hear you. Why don't you just go to his place?"

"He likes doing it here," she said. "You're just upset because you aren't getting any yourself."

"Well it isn't as easy for me. I have to work harder than just spreading my legs like you do to get sex. Women have it easy."

She laughed. "I get more than just sex for spreading my legs." Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out a wad of cash and flashed it to me. It was a mix of twenties and hundreds. There had to be close to a thousand dollars there!

"Holy shit!" I said. I couldn't believe it. I worked my ass off at my part time job for minimum wage and I barely had enough for a movie after paying for school expenses. She let a man have his way with her for an hour and she gets a thousand dollars!? It's not like she didn't enjoy the sex either.

She smiled at my shocked expression. "Yep, he likes taking care of me. All I had to do was drop a few hints about wanting some new clothes and he gave me this."

"You know he probably has a wife he is hiding from you," I said trying to find something to wipe the smug smile off her face.

"Probably. He has a lot of other girls from the college that he sees too. Who cares? As long as he takes care of me like this, he can do whatever he wants," she said.

My sister was basically a prostitute. She had a sugar daddy that used her for sex and paid her handsomely for it. And I was jealous. Why couldn't something like this happen to me? Attractive women like my sister could live in luxury on their looks alone. It wasn't fair. My mom was the same way. She was a manipulative woman who left my Dad when he lost his job and jumped to someone new who could afford to buy her fancy things. That was when I learned that love wasn't real. It always drove me crazy to see the men she was with buying her whatever she wanted when she gave them nothing in return. My sister must have seen that as a lifestyle to aspire to.

"So I'll be heading out to the city tonight with a couple friends. We are going to stay the weekend and do some major shopping. I'll be back before Monday sometime, so try not to burn down the house."

I barely managed to grunt in acknowledgement of what she said. I was too consumed with envy to think rationally. If I had money like that, things would be so much easier. I wouldn't be spending it on dumb clothes either. Could there be any rich women around looking for a boy toy? Of course not. My slutty sister had all the luck.

A little while later Jessica said goodbye and she was off to spend her new stack of cash. I spent another hour watching TV and stewed over how all the women in my life got everything handed to them. Eventually it got close to movie time, so I showered and got ready to go out and meet my friends. We were meeting at a fast food restaurant for burgers and then seeing the movie after. It sounded like just the right thing to cheer me up.