At my sister's birthday party
Not much time had passed since those adventures. (Stories, Mom? Sister?) Dad arrived, Gena, Andrey, and Igor, after "visiting" for 3 days, left, having first arranged an epic fuck, and as they were leaving, they said it would never end. And both Mom and Yanka were already crazy about them. They fell in love, very hard, so much so that my sister cried when they left, but Gena reassured her by saying he had her phone number and that he would definitely call, soon. Nothing more happened between me and Yanka, there just weren't any moments, I guess, and somehow I didn't want to impose... she is my sister, after all.
Dad arrived, and everything was as usual, but also different. My sister became,
different, more uninhibited. I asked her if everything was okay, to which she replied that she was missing something, very much so, and well, I think everyone understands what. She said that it turns out the most essential thing for a girl is sex, and the more often it happens, the more you want it. Yanka was sad that Gena wasn't calling her; she was worried about it.One day, I noticed my sister came back from shopping with a bunch of clothes. Asking where she got the money, she said Mom gave it to her. I was surprised because there were about 10 bags, and as far as I could tell, her entire wardrobe was updated. I asked her to show me the clothes, and she reluctantly agreed. (Specially for .org — ) While she was changing, Dad came home and went to his room. At that moment, Yanka came into my room. She looked killer, wearing a black t-shirt with a slit on the chest, tight leggings, a thin belt that sort of covered her butt, and very high-heeled shoes. I was stunned; it was like it wasn't her. In front of me stood a girl with a firm butt, a thin waist, perky, upright breasts, and importantly, without a bra—her nipples were protruding, and it was very sexy.
— What's your name?
— Yana
— I'm Ilya
— Nice to meet you
— Likewise. So look, Yana, can we speak openly?
— Of course, go ahead, you don't mind, do you, dear? — she asked, looking at me.
— You're a gorgeous girl, you have everything going for you. How did it happen that you met and started dating, no offense to your brother (he looked at me with a smile), such a simple guy? I'm sure luxury cars are lining up for you.
This conversation was already making me tense. Until my sister blurted out angrily:
— Luxury cars are luxury cars, but a dick is a dick. A lover shouldn't be rich; he should be skilled.
You have a car too, so what? But my sweetie has such equipment; no one can replace him for me.
We were already arriving; I was as pleased as punch. She put him in his place. He tried to say something, but she threw him the money and we got out.
Getting out of the car, I saw a three-story mansion made of white stone, plus there was a half-floor underground and an attic; the house was huge. There were a bunch of people there, young people from 16 to 20 years old. Interestingly, there were no cars at all; apparently, no one had a license yet. We went in; her friend met us. I was walking a step behind and saw how the guys were devouring her with their eyes; she was stunning. Everyone was shocked by her appearance. Yanka, a girl who just a week ago was Miss Modesty, had now become Miss Sexy 2013. She always wore skirts and dresses down to her knees, heels if any, but not particularly high, meaning she wasn't sexy, but as Igor said, he had let the genie out of the bottle.
Some guy came up to us and introduced himself as Andryukha. He wasn't looking at me or her friend, but at my sister. She was driving everyone crazy. And my sister was smiling and uncharacteristically confident. They brought us drinks; I sat on the sofa, and my sister chatted with guys and girls.
Time passed, and by around 7, the disco started. The music was so loud you couldn't hear anyone. Everyone was already drunk and dancing; my sister was dancing surrounded by two guys, one still sober and the other very drunk. They were dancing very close and kept glancing at me. Then, one of them came up to me and suggested we go smoke; I didn't refuse, and we went out.
We talked; his name was Arthur, around 20 years old, sturdy, probably a wrestler—you could tell by his ears, they were broken. We talked about this and that, and suddenly he started talking about Yana.
— Are you with her?
— Yes, why?
— What are you to her?
— Didn't she say?
— She said you're her boyfriend.
— Well, so what then? Do you like her?
— Of course, she's sexy. I didn't notice her before, but now it's something else.
— Yeah, she changed suddenly.
— And you, with her... that... Well, I mean, are you fucking her?
— Are you out of your mind?
— No... just... I'd like to.
— Yeah, I know. I don't mind — I said, knowing Yanka would refuse.
— Really? You're not lying?
— No, go ahead, but on one condition: I'll watch, okay?
— Yes, yes, of course.
And we went back in; the music was blaring. I sat back down, but looking into the crowd, I still didn't see Yana. I stood up and started looking for her; she definitely wasn't in this hall, and that guy wasn't either. Arthur was also looking for her but, like me, didn't see her. I went upstairs to look, went into different rooms; they were either locked or open with kids sitting inside. I went further to the third floor; there was no one there, only slow music coming from one room. I followed the sound and wasn't mistaken; opening the door a crack, I saw Yana and that guy she was dancing with. She was standing with her back to him, rubbing her butt against his crotch, and at the same time holding his hips with her hands. It was very erotic. She squatted and stood up, rubbed as best she could. He slowly started lifting her t-shirt and exposing her breasts, gently touching her stomach; his touch was very tender. Then, quietly, he exposed her breasts and started kneading them, bending her over in front of him in a doggy-style position. Yanka was loving it. Then he took off her t-shirt, and then his own, turned her towards him, and they started kissing passionately, hotly. She kissed him, then started kissing his neck, chest, stomach, slowly got on her knees, and pulled down his pants. His underwear was bulging; she looked at him in surprise and pulled down his boxers. His cock was, like mine, 18 cm, a sturdy shaft. Yanka started sucking him, ran her tongue along the entire length, and abruptly swallowed. There was pleasure in her eyes; she missed Gena, Igor, and Andrey, and she missed this so much. For her, the whole world was in one cock; she wanted it. Then he lifted her, leaned her on the table with her hands, pulled down her leggings, and moving aside the string of her panties, started sliding up and down her wet vagina until she said:
— Come on, already...
He entered her; I saw it, but even if I hadn't, she let out a cry of happiness. He fucked her hard, roughly, her breasts shaking at crazy speeds; they must have been sore from the shaking. She grabbed them with her hands, holding and kneading them. The pounding went on for about 15 minutes. Then he turned her around and made her suck again, sat her on her knees, bent her into doggy style, stood behind her, and, as I understood, he was going to fuck her in the ass. He asked her:
— Have you tried it in the butt?
— What do you think I came here for?
— Got it — he said and pressed the head against her anal ring.
— Mmmm — said Yana and let out a drawn-out moan. Ohhhhh
He entered, and from the first thrust, it was all the way in. Yanka took him without problems; she moaned and screamed. He kept picking up speed and quickly came. Yana angrily turned to him and called him a weakling, put on her clothes, and headed for the exit. Seeing me, she was scared, then smiled and said:
— Here, learn — with these words, she pulled down my pants and started sucking.
She sucked perfectly, just as needed; I almost came. Sensing this, she turned her back to me, spread her buttocks, and said:
— Please, take me here; I want to come through my ass.
She didn't have to persuade me for long. I entered very tightly. She whimpered. I slowly went in and out but realized it was time to pick up speed. Yana moaned very loudly, and that guy just watched in surprise.
— Come here, I said to him.
He came over and dumbly watched us.
— Take off your pants and give it to her in the mouth.
He did just that. Now there were moans; she screamed, only now with a cock in her mouth. When I saw he had hardened, I told him to sit on the sofa, and I, pulling out of my sister, told her to sit on him with her pussy. She did just that, every movement accompanied by a moan. She started riding him, but I stopped them and started pushing my cock into her ass. At first, she wanted to refuse, but then she smiled and took my cock with screams. Me and that guy together started plowing her. He sucked her breasts, I fucked her; she screamed very loudly, she yelled, squealed, gasped, moaned; she felt good. She moved between us on her own; we took turns moving inside her. I could feel his cock through the wall of her anus; this friction added even more pleasure. After about 10 minutes of such fucking, he came again, right inside; I came too. And Yanka came about three times during the fuck. I stood up, and my sister collapsed on her side with that guy's cock still inside; she was very tired. I got dressed, told that guy to leave the room, but as I was saying it, I noticed Arthur in the slightly open door, watching our sex. That guy went out and, seeing Arthur, was surprised.
Arthur, meanwhile, motioned me over; I approached. He handed me 5000 rubles so I wouldn't go in there and watch. I agreed, took the money, and stayed outside the door; he closed it completely. I heard Yanka's indignation, then slaps, then screams, then slaps again, and finally, it calmed down when I heard her moans, her screams; he was fucking her hard. The slapping of thighs was audible in the hallway. I figured he must be huge because she was screaming very loudly. An hour later, he came out, and I went in. My sister was lying on the bed, face down, and there was a little blood on her butt. I asked what that was, to which she replied that it was a very big cock, the best in her life...