Sisters Suck Me Off Ch. 01 - Sex Stories

Sisters Suck Me Off Ch. 01

Claire, my 18-year-old sister, has a brunette hairstyle, long, straight hair, enormous puffy nipples, and gorgeous, pointy, mid-sized tits. Her eyes are dark brown. She has two tattoos: one around her navel and one on the small of her back. All my pals believe she's the hottest female in town, even if she's not quite 'centerfold' hot. Most likely, they are correct. She is intelligent, a college student, and involved in a serious relationship with another student. Jenna, who is also eighteen, has short, unkempt blonde hair, blue eyes, a modest build, rounded titties, and a flawless posterior. She's a party animal who loves to cause problems and is a real tight package.

My sister Claire returned home over spring break from her school last year. She'd just moved back in for the month, sharing a bedroom with Jenna. During the first few days, the three of us went out to parties frequently. I had recently turned 21 and could now legally drink in bars with my big sister. With other pals, we would get together and go out bar hopping till the early hours of the morning. Sadly, Jen wasn't old enough to accompany us on our outings yet. Just before daybreak, we would close the last club and head home, whereupon I would collapse instantly. Claire had a few more years of heavy drinking ahead of her when she was in college; I attempted to keep up with her, but I typically failed terribly.

I had the weirdest feeling when I woke up the next morning after one of these extended drinking ...

... sessions. I attempted to recall the specifics of the previous night in an attempt to find an explanation. I had what Claire called "black outs," where I would simply forget the final hour or two before passing out the previous night. I had no memory of the final few hours of those kinds of evenings. She advised me to keep an eye on it and said it was a sign of overdoing it. I would say, at least I wasn't driving, and that would be the end of it. In any case, this seemed a little odd. It was difficult for me to pinpoint. My cock felt a little sore. Did I get laid the previous night? I would have to wait till I saw Claire later; she would definitely let me know if something similar occurred. And I would be furious if I couldn't recall it! More likely, I would have jerked before collapsing.

That day, right after lunch, I spotted Claire. In an attempt to learn more, I asked her if she had a good time the previous evening. She gave me a perplexed look before saying, "Oh, blackout again, eh?" Don't worry, neither you nor I were embarrassed in any way. You were well taken care of by your big sister, and you were asleep like a baby when we returned home. But Andy, you really should calm down. You and your blackouts are worrying me. I suppose I didn't get laid, I thought. "Sometimes I think an atom bomb couldn't wake you when you're sleeping like that." I think they just beat my flesh. Well, anything.

A few streets away was a home party that was the next major night out. Jenna ...