Game of Stamina - Sex Stories

Game of Stamina

I was bored as hell tonight. It was probably going to be one of those nights where nothing was supposed to happen but I couldn't have been more wrong. Tonight will be the night my whole life changed, for better or for worst. I'm a typical 23-year-old guy who loved to go out on weekends, meet different girls in clubs, and then just fuck the shit out of them in the end. Pardon my French, but that's the way I am. I think that's the way any guys are, whether they admit it or not. We, as boys, are born to make sure more assholes like us are born. I had plans to go out with this hot girl I met in college but since the radiator in my car wasn't working and she didn't have a car of her own, the date was cancelled. I was stuck home on a Friday night with my two younger s****rs. To make matter worst, I was horny and I was looking forward to a long night of jacking off. Masturbating was going to be a lot less distracting since my parent was ready to leave for a late cocktail party on the other side of town. I was so pissed at the idea of not going out that I stayed in my bedroom and watched ESPN, waiting for them to leave. Instead of wearing my nice clothes, I had on my sweatpants and a T-shirt. I heard my mother telling my two s****rs they were leaving. A minute later, my father opened my bedroom door, a big, burly man, and smiled, "Okay, Billy, we'll see you tomorrow." I turned and gave him a little smile of my own. "All right, Dad, try not to party too hardy tonight." He chuckled. ...

... "We'll try. We hardly ever go out so don't expect us home before midnight, son." "I won't be expecting you until at least tomorrow morning." My father laughed and closed the door. I heard my parent leave the hallway. Minutes later, I could hear their car backing out of the driveway. Then they were gone. I tried watching the baseball highlights on ESPN but I couldn't help but hear my two s****rs laughing in their bedroom. I turned up the volume and tried to watch the T.V. but there was a sudden curiosity growing in me. Wondering what they were talking about, I stood and quietly moved down the hall. I stopped outside their bedroom and tried to listen to their conversation through the door. Before we get on with their conversation, I want to tell you about my s****rs: Priscilla and Veronica. Like most b*****rs, I love them and I hate them. They were both gorgeous in their own different ways and definitely heartbreakers like me. My youngest s****r, Priscilla, just turned eighteen last week. She was often described as cute but I knew she was more than that. With long, dark hair, she had a high, rounded forehead and huge violet eyes. Her nose was straight with just a hint of a tilt at the end. Her lips were full, appearing if she had a pout. She wasn't tall but she made up for it with a seamless, defined ass that was to-die-for. She looked like one of those young lingerie models but with a small, well-rounded booty that always stretched tight in her clothes. Veronica, my other s****r ...