It was the beginning of June and my younger sister Jennie was on her way home from college for the summer. She had just finished her freshman year and I was excited to hear all about it. I had just finished my last year in college myself and hadn't talked to her in months due to school and work; Dad had called me earlier in the week to notify me about her arrival and that he and Mom unfortunately weren't going to be in town since they were visiting Mom's sister Rebecca in Florida. Normally I would have made up some excuse to not make the travel over to New Hampshire to stay with Jennie, but I figured I had nothing better to do this week.
And of course, Dad said he'd pay me to keep her company. I wasn't going to oblige with that; I love money just as much as any other person in the world, and I didn't have a problem earning it as a bribe, either. Not that I wasn't excited to see my little sister. I just didn't like the long drive from Connecticut, especially alone. Every time I went to visit our parents in New Hampshire I always had this tiny feeling in my stomach I'd fall asleep at the wheel and die.
But I had made it there safely this time and was laying on the couch when I heard the shuffling of the front door and a female voice calling out to me. "Mark! I'm here!" I proceeded to lay there motionless, but managed to tell her hello. She entered the living room with a grin, one that I hadn't seen in nearly forever. "You're not going to get up and give your little sister a hug?" I stared at her, in part disbelief and part awe. She certainly wasn't the little sister I said goodbye to a year ago. She'd gotten her braces off, grew out her golden blonde curls, and somehow attained the most womanly curves I could imagine on my own sister.
"Wow!" I exclaimed, getting up to hug her. "You look good. What happened to you?"
Jennie smiled, then playfully smacked my arm. "Oh, be quiet. I needed a little transformation. After all, I'm a college girl now. You on the other hand still look the same." I knew this wasn't an insult, though, considering I'd been maintaining a pretty nice body and was proud of how I looked. Back in high school, when Jennie invited friends over, they would all at some point come up to me and touch my abs. Which I didn't mind, usually, since she had good looking friends.
"How was your freshman year?" I asked, remembering my own. I had my fair share of wild parties in my first year of college, enough of them to sleep in late and miss class and then get lectured about it. In fact, my entire college career was like that. It was always surprising that I never got kicked out, but I'm pretty sure they only kept me because of my family's wealth, which I guess wasn't that surprising after all. I even had a few girlfriends in college and they never failed to please me.
This one girl, Sandra, I'd met in high school. She was the epitome of beauty, with her long flowing black curls and deliciously tan, curvacious body. We met up here and there but never technically 'dated' since she was too much of a sexpot and wasn't into commitment. I had no problem fucking her, though. That's basically what our relationship consisted of. She gave some outstanding head, too. Probably the best I've ever gotten.
After that whole ordeal, I dated a petite brunette named Kristen. She was a fiery little demon but we got along well, and even exchanged the L word. But after about seven months of on and off dating we decided it would be best to split since she was going to be transferring to a school all the way across the country after that year. Of course that's how most good relationships worked out for me. I had my whole life left to find the right girl, though.
"Oh, it was great!" Jennie gushed, her baby blue eyes filling with joy. "I kind of miss it already! The parties were really fun... I love getting hammered." She giggled lightly.
"Mmm, Mom and Dad wouldn't approve, you know." I chuckled at that, knowingly. Our parents were pretty strict, to say the least, and drinking was completely unallowed in our household even though Dad had tons of alcohol stocked somewhere in the basement. Jennie began to spread herself out on the couch where I was laying beforehand, so I sat down on the Laz-E Boy recliner Dad always chilled on while watching Sunday morning football.
"What they don't know isn't going to hurt them." Jennie stated.
I glanced at my little sister for a quick second only to notice a pink triangle of her panties showing from the sliding up of her skirt. She didn't seem to know she was giving me a little flash but if she did, she didn't show it. "Hey, how about we do a little partying ourselves? I haven't gotten drunk in a while. I know where Dad keeps those bottles. Megan and I used to steal them sometimes."
This didn't really surprise me. Her good friend Megan was a bit of a troublemaker.
Before I could answer she was already up and running to the basement to retrieve the bottles. "Mark, is vodka good?" She called out. I was normally a beer kind of guy, like every other man. But this time I figured vodka would do. "Sure, why not." I yelled back. Soon she was back in the living room holding two big bottles of Grey Goose with this cute little grin on her face.
I felt my cock stirring beneath my jeans as I watched my sister twirl around in her little skirt, God had she gotten hot! I couldn't help but wonder if she'd been laid yet, or if she had let one of those rowdy college boys fuck her. "Why are you looking at me like that, silly?" I shook my head, waiting for her to open the first bottle of liquor. She flipped her long blonde curls over her shoulder and leaned forward in front of me, opening the bottle in one swift motion.
"This stuff is good. You like vodka, right?" I watched her swallow a mouthful of it.
"It'll do for now. Give me some."
The bottle was quickly handed over and as I was starting to drink, I felt Jennie's warm body in my lap.