The house was loud. Kitchen full. Garden full. She was in the hallway in a thin top and a skirt that didn’t cover much.
$name1’s brother had gone to get more drinks.
The house was loud. Kitchen full. Garden full. $name1 was in the hallway in a thin top and a skirt that didn’t cover much, redhead fringe in her eyes, size-eight body, barely anything under the fabric. Tiny tits. Small pert arse. $name1 had been drinking since six. $name1 had been looking at his friend since he walked in.
Older than her brother. Late twenties. Broad. He’d known $name1 since she was “the little sister” and he’d stopped looking at her like that about a year ago, which $name1 had noticed. $name1 found him by the back door with a bottle in his hand and didn’t bother with a hello.
$name1 said, “Upstairs.”
He followed $name1 because $name1 was already on the stairs.
$name1’s room was at the end. Single bed. Fairy lights. The bass from downstairs coming up through the floor. $name1 shut the door, locked it, and dropped to her knees on the carpet. $name1 got his cock out and took it into her mouth like she’d been thinking about it all night. $name1 couldn’t take it far. $name1 tried anyway — wet, messy, fringe in her face, spit on her chin — and looked up at him while he swore and put his hand in $name1’s hair. $name1 sucked him until her eyes watered, then stood, pulled the skirt up, and there was nothing underneath.
$name1 lay back on the single bed and opened her legs.
He got between $name1’s skinny thighs and pushed into her in one thrust. $name1 was small and he filled her immediately. $name1’s mouth opened. He started fucking $name1 in deep missionary, the cheap bedframe hitting the wall in time with the music so nobody downstairs would separate the two. $name1 came fast — she always did when it was like this — clenching around him, tiny tits barely moving, hands on his back. He fucked $name1 through it. He hooked $name1’s knees up and went deeper. $name1 came again with her feet on his shoulders and her fringe stuck to her forehead.
$name1 rolled onto her front.
$name1 reached back, spread her small arse, and looked at him over her shoulder. He spat, pressed the head of his cock against $name1’s arse, and pushed in slow. $name1 buried her face in the pillow and took it. Inch by inch until he was in her arse to the hilt. Then he fucked $name1 there, shorter strokes, one hand on the back of $name1’s neck. $name1 pushed back onto him. $name1 came a third time with him in her arse and her own fingers on her clit, shaking on the single mattress.
He pulled out of $name1’s arse, shoved back into $name1’s cunt, and finished inside her in hard pulses, filling her while the party thudded under them.
He pulled out.
$name1 stayed face-down on the bed with her skirt around her waist, his cum running out of $name1’s cunt, her arse still open from him, spit on the pillow. The lock was still turned. The bass was still going. $name1 didn’t close her legs. $name1 turned her face on the pillow, fringe in her eyes, and listened to her brother shouting for him in the garden.
