This story seemed hot as I was dreaming it up, but I honestly got a little bored with it. It probably could be a little better written.
Anyway, here it is.
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The College Party
Fiction, of course
{nb, this story includes a little bit of vomit and shit….not in a sexual way, but it’s there nonetheless. Just a head’s up.}
My sister Carla was 22 at the time, and about to graduate from college. I was 16, and still a sophomore in high school. I was still a year away from really thinking about college, but since my sister was to graduate later in the spring, my parents thought that it would be a good idea for me to have a long weekend at college to see what it was like.
My spring break was a little sooner than hers was, so I could go for a Thursday-Sunday visit without messing up my school attendance at all. Her spring break started a week later.
My sister was a “good kid” so while my parents reminder her – more than once – that I was still just 16, and she had to watch out for me, yada yada yada, they knew that I would be OK.
I took the bus 2 hours to her college town, and she picked me up at the station in town. We went out to eat dinner, then back to her apartment. She still had some studying to do before class the following day. She lived with one other girl in the apartment, but they each have their own bedroom and just share the bathroom, kitchen and living spaces. I guess her roommate stays with her boyfriend much of the time, so my sister generally has the whole place to herself. In fact, Carla got permission for me to stay in Heathers room while I was there, as long as we promised to wash the bedding once I was done. Carla told me that would be my job.
On Friday we went to classes together. It was pretty boring – she is an Art History major. I like science and engineering type things. However, I did feel pretty grown up just being around everyone. We just hung out and got pizza and watched TV on Friday night. She told me that there was a big party on Saturday night, and she wanted us to be rested up for it. I was half excited, half nervous about going to a college party.
Saturday we went to a mens lacrosse game on campus. I had never seen a game before, and so it was pretty neat to see. She introduced me to Ted after the game. She didn’t say he was her boyfriend, but they did hug (but not kiss) when they saw each other. Anyway, it was pretty cool to meet a college varsity athlete.
That evening, we started getting ready at about 8pm. That meant having some of her girl friends come over and doing shots. I had two – but Carla was pretty clear to me that she did not want me to get drunk and be wasted the following day when I had to return home. She said it was ok to drink a little bit, but that she’d be pissed at me if I got wasted and ruined her evening by puking all over everything.
The other girls that came over were pretty cute and a couple of them sort of flirted with me. I wasn’t that great with girls, but the lemon drop shots had helped, and I was happily chatting with them. A couple of times one of them laughed at a joke I told, and put her hand on my arm to “steady” herself when laughing. I didn’t know if she was really into me or was just being nice, but having a college girl pay attention – and touch me – was nice. It also got me a little horny.
We left to walk over to the party at about 10pm. Normally I’d be getting ready for bed at this time, and we were just going out. This was going to be a long night!
***
The party was pretty busy by the time we got there. Carla was worried that someone could tell that I was under 21, so she sort of hid me in the corner – and I think “assigned” a couple of her friends to hang out when me. These were the same ones who had flirted with me earlier, but they didn’t seem as happy to be with me during the party – when there were lots of other guys and girls to hang out with.
Carla brought me over some vodka punch drink and said that I better nurse it, since she didn’t want me to have another one tonight. It was probably 2 or 3 shots of liquor worth in the solo cup, and together with the first two lemon drops, it was all I needed to get me seriously trashed. I was definitely enjoying myself.
The girls kind of wandered off over the course of the evening, leaving me along. I found a chair in the corner and just sort of hung out. I did have a good vantage of the room, however, and was able to see lots of folks coming and going all night.
I also saw Ted show up, and Carla went right over to him as soon as she saw him. The kissed quickly and spend some time trying to talk over the sound of the music, which was pretty loud. They were holding hands, so I wasn’t exactly sure what their relationship was, but they were more than acquaintances. Carla looked to be getting pretty drunk – Ted was always refilling her cup for her. I wasn’t exactly sure what drunk looked like, but she was stumbling a little bit and more than once had to lean on someone for help.
Nikky, one of the girls that had been talking with me earlier in the night, came over to me at about 1am and said that Ted was going to take Carla home and put her to bed, and that I should go with them. I wasn’t sure if was for my safety to go with them, but I didn’t argue. I had drunk about the whole solo cup of punch and was pretty tipsy myself.
We walked home – well, Ted and I sort of walked, while Carla stumbled – stopping twice so that she could throw up on the sidewalk. Ted didn’t really do anything to help her, just stood behind her and waited for her to finish. By the time we got to her apartment, the whole front of her shirt was covered in vomit and spit.
Heather, the roommate, was of course out at her boyfriends place so that I could have her bedroom. It was just Ted, Carla and I. Carla seemed pretty drunk. She kept sort of tripping and stumbling on things.
Ted sort of pushed her into the bathroom and said “get that fucking shirt off – it’s disgusting.” Carla didn’t say anything, but started to pull off her shirt. I was in Heathers room, which looked directly into the bathroom. Ted was in the kitchen, I think, getting some water.
I watched Carla pull off her shirt and drop it onto the floor. I was sitting back on Heathers bed, in the dark, not sure if I should continue to watch, or if I should get up and shut my door, or what. The boy in me decided to just stay quiet and watch.
I wasn’t sure if she would take her bra off or not. I was thinking that she’d walk into her bedroom to get into her PJs, but she reached back and in one movement unhooked the bra and let it fall off.
I had no experience in the boob department to speak of (other than seeing ones online, or in nudie magazines) but Carla’s boob looked very nice. They were a little floppy and not quite as firm as I might have expected from a 22 year old, but had a nice pendulous shape.
Carla quickly peed (I could hear it, but not see it as the toilet was behind the wall) and then stumbled into her room. I assumed that the evening was over, and that she’d go to sleep now….but it was far from over.
***
Carla and Ted were in her room for a few minutes before I heard anything. I wasn’t really listening – I was just in bed trying to avoid bedspins. After a few minutes, I heard the first groan and grunts. I didn’t immediately pick up on what it was, but after a moment or two it became clear to me.
Ted was fucking Carla…hard.
I listened for about 5 minutes. I wasn’t sure if I should try to ignore it or not, but, once again, the boy in me won out, and I sat up a bit to listen.
I could hear Carla grunting pretty clearly. I had left my door open just a little bit, and I suspect that their door was partially or fully open as well.
Instead of her grunting turning into what I would expect as pleasurable moaning, she actually started crying. It wasn’t funeral service level crying, but short stabbing crys. Things would quiet down for a minute, then she’d start grunting then crying some more.
I wasn’t sure if I should be worried, or not. Maybe this is what college sex sounded like…who was I to know?
I heard Ted scream “Holy shit. You are fucking disgusting. Fucking pig. You can’t even roll on ecstasy right.”
I stood up not knowing what was happening. Ted was up and in the hallway already.
“Clean that shit up” he spat at me. “She is fucking disgusting.”
“Wait, huh? What happened?” I asked as Ted was opening the door.
Too late. Ted was out the door and gone.
Still having no idea what was happening, I walked toward Carla’s room and looked in.
There was a small light on from her desk, but the room was otherwise dark and quiet. It took a moment for me eyes to adjust. However, I did notice the smell – it smelled like shit.
I could finally see Carla, on her bed. The sheets were all tossed around, most ending up on the floor or off the foot of her bed. She had a tee shirt on, but nothing else.
“Carla? Carla? Are you OK?”
No answer.
I began to worry, so I stepped in to the side of her bed. Her legs were spread apart slightly, and I could see her pussy. She had some light hair on the top, and from what I could quickly see it was mostly bare otherwise.
I touched her shoulder to see if she was OK. She didn’t respond, but did grunt a little bit.
Satisfied that she was still alive, I tried to figure out what was going on – or rather, what had gone on.
I still couldn’t really see anything, so i went out to turn on the hallway light. I was thinking that if she was asleep, I didn’t want to blast her awake by turning on the full room light.
With the hallway light on, I could see that there was diarrhea on her bed between her legs, and some vomit on her tee shirt.
I still didn’t know what happened, but I started to realize that Ted had been fucking her, and she had either thrown up, or shit herself — or both, causing him to be disgusted and leave.
Carla still hadn’t really moved since I had gotten in the room. She must have been much drunker than I had realized. Maybe the alcohol just took a little bit of time to affect her?
The smell was getting pretty strong, and I knew enough to know that I had to get that taken care of. I actually contemplated trying to get a hold of her roommate, or her friends from earlier, but it was already almost 4am, and I didn’t know how far away they were, or how long they’d take to get here. Plus, I should be able to take care of cleaning her up myself.
I really wasn’t trying to creep on her, but I did want to see how messy she was, so i lifted her leg apart a little. The whole backside of her thigh was covered in poo, so I knew that she was going to need a bath.
I left her for a minute to go to the bathroom and see if I could get her into the bathtub.
Although the tub looked pretty gross (hair, soap scum, etc) it was going to be the best option to trying to clean Carla up. I grabbed a couple of bath towels, thinking that they would make a good mat for the bedroom floor.
I returned to the bedroom and tried to figured out how to get her to the bathroom. I turned on the overhead light, since it didn’t seem that Carla would really be waking up any time soon.
I placed the towels on the floor right next to where she was on the bed. I then sort of rolled her down onto the towels. I obviously didn’t want to hurt her, and also didn’t want to spread the poo anywhere else if I didn’t have to.
I knew that I would need to drag her to the bathroom and put her in the tub. I decided that I needed to try to clean her up a little right on the floor first, lest I get the carpet all dirty between her bed and the bathroom.
I pulled off her tee shift pretty easily. Carla sort of bobbled around while I did this. She certainly wasn’t resisting (or helping) but maybe was just getting cold now that all her clothes were off?
My 22 year old sister was now naked on the floor in front of me. My hormones were starting to tell me that I should take the opportunity to investigate the female body while I had the chance. But I knew that I had a job to do — first.
With the tee shirt off, her upper body was actually pretty clean. I rubbed around her neck just a bit to get any other chunks of vomit off.
With that taken care of, I moved down below her waist.
Carla was laying on her back, and I lifted one leg so her knee bent and moved back to her chest. This allowed me to access her thigh and butt, at least from one side at a time. I used another towel to scoop up the poo as best I could. I then repeated from the other side.
As I did this, I realized that her vagina was opening up and showing itself to me each time her thigh was moved. Because she only had a bit of light hair on top, I had easy viewing to all of her bits.
I had wiped her down pretty much all that I could. She certainly needed a bath, but she wouldn’t be bringing a bunch of poo into the tub with her.
Before I moved her, though, I decided to get another quick peek at her vagina. I placed the soles of her feet together, so her knees opened up wide. Were she to immediately wake up and regain full lucidity, I could easily say that I was still cleaning her up. However, I think it was unlikely that she would do so.
I didn’t really have the balls to touch her, but seeing her vajayjay opened up for my inspection was pretty hot to me.
I decided it was time for the bath.
I got behind Carla and grabbed under her armpits and dragged her into the bathroom. It went better than I would have thought. Getting her into the tub, however, was another story.
I had to sort of drag the top half of her body onto the tub rail, then try to lift the bottom half over. This did present me an opportunity for a quick feel of her pussy.
I had one leg up on the tub rail, and it just was so easy to do, I took advantage of it. I just cupped her pussy quickly. I didn’t insert anything or rub around. Just a quick feel – but it was the first vagina I had ever felt.
I finally got her safely into the tub and put just a few inches of warm water in as well. I knew enough to know that she would almost surely drown if I filled the tub up fully and looked away, even for a moment.
I found some soap and a sponge of some sort, and started to wash her body. She never opened her eyes, but did move around a little bit.
I didn’t really have a way to roll her over in the tub (again, without drowning her) so I did the same leg lift technique I had done before in the bedroom. This allowed me to wash off all of the poop that had been on her butt and thighs.
Washing her allowed me a more access to her body, at least legitimate access. I felt her nipples harden as I washed her breasts. I ran my hand across the top of her vagina a few times, allowing myself to dip down just a bit to feel the squishyness of her labia.
I eventually felt like she was clean enough, and it was time to get out.
***
It took a few minutes, but I got get dried off, and then brought her into her roommates room, where I had been staying. I decided that cleaning up her room wasn’t realistic at 430AM. I did go in and bunch all of the towels and sheets into a big ball and put them on the floor of the bathroom, but that was all I did.
I was really for bed…but I was also a little horny.
Carla was still naked, but I had a sheet pulled over her and she seemed to be breathing heavily and sleeping soundly.
As much as I wanted to, I knew that I couldn’t actually rape my sister. Putting my penis inside her felt like it would have been crossing far over the line. Nonetheless, I reasoned with myself that just feeling her up a little bit would be an appropriate “thank you” from her to me for staying with her, cleaning her up, ensuring she didn’t suffocate in her own vomit.
I pulled the sheet aside a bit, let my cock out of the fly of my boxers and slowly started to wank off while looking at her boobs. They were sagging to the sides a bit and I reached for the nipple. I rolled it gently and Carla grunted a bit. I pulled my hand back like I had touched a hot stove, but she didn’t awaken.
It was just the body doing what the body does when the nerves are stimulated. It reacts.
I reached back and grouped her tits a little more while continuing to beat off.
I next push the sheet fully across her waist so her pussy was exposed. Since she was laying on her back, I couldn’t really see much without opening her legs up again. However, I didn’t really want to hold on to them – hard to beat off, inspect her pussy AND hold her leg(s) open at teh same time.
I realized that if I partially rolled her to her side, I could keep her bottom leg straight, and put her other leg up and across, with that knee facing the wall. This allowed her butt to be right at the edge of the bed. I hopped off, and keeled right at the bed, basically face-to-bum with her.
Still working my cock with one hand, i slowly pulled up on her butt cheek to expose her pussy and ass crack.
I was close to having an orgasm, and carefully slipped my finger tip into her vagina. I didn’t really go inside much, just kept it right at the outside. But this was enough for me.
I knew that my fingers were on a pussy.
An adult pussy.
My sister’s pussy.
I grabbed a towel on the floor, and shot my load into it.
I covered up Carla and made sure that things looked ok in the room. I then grabbed a spare blanket, and decided to sleep on the couch in the living room. I left Carla naked in the bed. First, I didn’t really feel like finding clothes, and once she knew I bathed her, hopefully she wouldn’t care that she wasn’t actually dressed afterwards.
I hope when Carla wakes up she appreciates all that I’ve done for her.
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