When I’d gotten into Folsom University, it was the happiest moment of my life. Both my parents were alumni, and my older sister was already attending.
I had a scholarship, an old Ford truck my dad and I fixed up over the summer. I’d saved up some spending money working at the Loomis mill. I was ready for college.
What I wasn’t ready for was dorm life. I hated it. Dealing with people daily I would prefer to punch in the mouth. I hated the close quarters of the dorms. My entire life there was a washing machine that I could use whenever and the units on campus were shared.
By the end of the first week, I was thoroughly homesick and I hadn’t seen my sister at all.
Saturday’s in the dorms were lively. It was my first time being anywhere co-ed, and as any young men would be, my roommates were excited. The door to our room was constantly open and every so often a young woman would walk by and if she was only wearing underwear it was all the better.
One of them was the tallest person my age I’d ever met. His name was Eric. Our other roommate’s name was Lester. He wasn’t as tall as Eric, but he was darker than either of us and was a slight bit taller than me.
“My brother was here last year before he got kicked out,” Lester told us. “He says that there’s a secret club that if you figure out how to get in their clubhouse you’re in. He said that there’s an orgy there almost every night.”
It sounded like his brother was playing a joke on him to me. But, Eric seemed to believe Lester and was instantly intrigued.
“I’m going to try and find it. You two in?” Lester asked us.
We both nodded.
We made it much further than I anticipated. It wasn’t until the second clue that I began to take Lester and the story he told seriously. When we found ourselves walking through a hidden door in a basement closet, I was astounded.
There was a great cheer from a crowd and we were greeted as the first new members of the year. We each were handed two drinks. One-shot of Guinness then one shot of Jack Daniels. The third and final drink had to be from the belly button of a current member of the opposite sex. Apparently, it was all part of the tradition.
After a quick tour of the clubhouse, I was assigned a locker and given towels for the shower, and robes for being in the lounge. I took the most excited shower I had in my life. My dick had been hard since I had arrived. The robes given were dark Grey and of heavy soft materials and of course, extremely comfortable.
The lounge was laid out well. Intimate but spacious enough for a good number of people could easily enjoy themselves. Small black tables were in front of each couch.
People drank and laughed all around. Looking into the crowd deeper I noticed the erotic activities going on. Two women were at first glance only kissing and on the second I saw their hands massaging each other through the robes.
In another corner, a man was being rode by a woman who had let her robes fall to the floor while another rode his face. The robe was still on the latter.
No sooner had I found an empty booth did two bodies slam into the couch beside me. I noticed each couch was really a booth and could probably seat five or six people. There were even privacy curtains.
The bodies that joined me were a man and a woman. Both of their backs were to me but the woman had an amazing ass. Chocolate in all the ways I loved.
There was a tattoo on her left ass cheek that read “Shoot your shot, I could be a Thot.” in that common cursive used for tattoos. The man was in rhythm and she gave into the thrusts. It appeared she was about to cum.
The guy put a leg up on the couch and I got a better view. I got harder watching them. The man was going to climax and the woman flipped over. She went on to her knees and opened her mouth to him waiting eagerly for him to paint her face.
I was shocked to see my sister.
I was rooted to the couch as I watched her bathe her face in the cum. She looked like she was having the time of her life.
It wasn’t until he was spent did she feel my eyes on her. We had a moment of recognition and before either of us spoke I felt my cock enter a throat.
I looked down to see long black hair in my lap. I was completely inside her mouth and could feel her tongue licking my balls at the same time.
The unknown throat came up for air. She was an exquisite face. Her lips seemed born to suck with. She smiled and continued, pushing herself onto my dick, forcing herself when needed. Neither of us minding her gagging.
I’d forgotten about my sister and when I turned to look at her humiliation wasn’t what I saw. There was nervousness, but more than that was curiosity.
She slowly came closer. The young woman sucking at my crotch seemed content with her task and I couldn’t turn from my sister if I tried. I’d never noticed her eye’s before today.
The robes complimented her skin well and I could see her body through the open folds. Her nipples were hard peaks on her breasts. I imagined them in my mouth. I didn’t dare ask.
When we were in touching distance she stopped. She looked like she wanted to speak but didn’t. The sensation on my dick shifted and I let out a gasp of pleasure.
My sister took it as an invitation and I felt the warmth of her body next to me.
“This is Tasha little brother.” She said it in a whisper. A sexy one. “I didn’t expect you to ever find yourself here.”
I couldn’t respond. The way she was speaking and the thorough attention of Tasha was taking care of that.
“But I’m glad you are.” she said that as she held Tasha down, my dick pulsing in her throat. “I’m proud of you.” she ignored Tasha gagging. “We both know it’s wrong too, but, I’m so excited. Are you?”
“I am.”
“Good,” she said and allowed Tasha to get some air.
She shifted, her hand guiding Tasha as she brought me in and out of her. My sister spoke to me in ways that made my mind reel.
“That’s good,” she said. “Feed her everything little brother.”
When she spoke it was a whisper. Every dirty phrase ended in that same little brother, and it was driving me wild. Our own special secret in a place full of secrets.
When it became obvious I about to cum, Tasha took to her task with a new hunger. Her eyes begged for my release. My sister’s hands were on my chest. Skin her fingers touched were set ablaze. My breath became ragged.
With a final sensation, I exploded. My sister held her naked body close to mine as I spasmed. Tasha did not let a single drop fall out of her mouth.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/9wn8st/just_a_quick_story_on_a_rainy_day_hope_you_enjoy
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