Back Rub for Julia - Sex Stories

Back Rub for Julia

... innocence. "I know that you got a blow job from Phoebe Miller, when she was wasted at Nicole's party." How could she know that? I never even told any of my friends about that. It wasn't because I was ashamed, or anything. I was just never the kind of guy to brag about stuff like that. Besides, we were both drunk at the time, and that was probably the only reason it had happened. "So you invaded a drunk girl's mouth." Julia said. "What happened to you being a nice guy?" Surprisingly Katie came to my rescue. "The girl was a whore, and she probably blew half that party. It didn't really matter if she was drunk or not." She smiled cheekily at me. "His good guy status is still intact." "We'll have to see about that. He did fuck his cousin last night." Julia seemed pleased with herself. "You also can't deny what happened this morning, either." "What'd he do this morning. You ambushed him, and gave him head. So what?" Katie looked a little bothered. She didn't let anyone slam my reputation if she could help it. "Well," Julia started, "The so what is that he got off by looking at his sister." "You are just mad that he kept paying attention to me, while you had his cock in your mouth. You're jealous." I had never heard Katie use the word "cock" before. It was kind of sexy. I was tired of being on the defensive, so I decided to play a little offense. "So Julia, it looked like that wasn't the first time that you two had kissed. So is it a habit, or what?" I couldn't see myself, but I ...

... must have looked pretty smug right about then. Julia was on one side of me, and Katie walked on the other. I saw them exchange meaningful looks. "As a matter of fact, it is a habit..." "Julia!" "... we're lesbian lovers." What the fuck? Whatever I expected, it wasn't that. "You fucking cunt!" I had never heard my sweet, innocent sister say the "c" word either, but apparently there was a lot that I didn't know about her. "What, are you ashamed of me, or something? It wasn't like he didn't figure it out already. We talked about showing him." Apparently they had made plans concerning me. I fucking knew it. "We talked about it, but we never decided to let him know." Katie looked in genuine distress, and she stopped walking. I stopped beside her. Her eyes were tearing up. I took her in my arms and hugged her tightly. It wasn't usual for us to hug, but it wasn't unheard of, either. "I'm sorry," I started. "I didn't mean for you to get upset." "I know," she sniffed. "I'm just not sure that I wanted you to know about that." "It's no big deal, honestly. It doesn't matter. The only thing that matters is that you are happy." She smiled at me, and I wiped the tears from her cheek. "God, get a room. You know that he just thinks it's hot. He wouldn't care if you fucked a giraffe, as long as you'd let him watch." She did have a point. I had to admit that the image of her and Julia played itself out in my mind even as I held her close. Between the fantasy of them going at it, and her close ...