by Lexi Hots
“Jessica!” he would yell, “I am getting more and more tired of how you act around here. One of these days, I am going to have to teach you a lesson, young lady.”
I had laughed to myself at his idle threats. What was he going to do? My sister and I were both nineteen years old. Aside from asking us to move out, there was nothing he could do. Right?
That's what I had thought too...
One day however, I returned home and found out that I was wrong. Daddy sure was teaching Jessy a lesson and I found that it was a lesson I too would like to learn.
It was a regular rainy Tuesday morning and I dragged myself out of bed and into my sister's room.
“Jessy! Get up, come on! We've got class in an hour!”
“I'm not going today.” came her muffled reply, “I'm too tired, I was out until like three am.”
Rolling my eyes, I exited her bedroom and headed to the bathroom to take a shower. This was not a first. Jessica missed class all the time because she was tired. We were having polar opposite college experiences. I was the girl who went to every class, handed in my homework on time and scored an A on each exam. Jessy was the girl who could name every guy on the football team and was personally acquainted with each. She went to parties practically every night and wrote half-hearted papers while recovering from her beer binge the night before.
Once dressed, I got into my old beat up Nissan and drove to school. My routine was the same everyday - arrive on campus and go straight to class. Between classes, I spent my time in the library, locked away from the world. I was a quiet, timid girl. I didn't like to draw attention to myself. At about five thirty, it was time for the drive home. I dashed across the parking lot in the pouring rain and jumped into my car. Figuring that Jessy would be up by now, I decided to call her and see if she wanted to meet me somewhere for dinner. She loved to get out of the house. I called but she didn't answer. Strange.
“Hey, wanna meet me at J's for food?” I texted.
I waited for a few minutes, flicking through the radio stations. No reply. I wondered what the hell my sister was doing. I barely ever saw her without her cell phone in her hand. If she wasn't refreshing her Twitter feed, she was posting pictures of herself on Instagram. Oh well. I figured I'd just drive home and fix myself something to eat. There were always frozen pizzas in the freezer.
When I reached the house, I rushed inside. I went straight to the kitchen and flung open the refrigerator door. I stood there peering inside and I heard sounds coming from upstairs. Did Jessica have someone over? I hadn't seen any cars in the driveway. Nothing in the freezer was appealing to me so I climbed the stairs to see if my sister wanted to go eat after all. As I got closer to the top, I realized I could hear Johnny's voice. What was he doing at home? He worked as a doctor at the local hospital and generally on Tuesday's he wasn't home until after eight at night.
The door of Jessy's bedroom was slightly open and when I reached it, it seemed our step-dad's voice was even clearer. Was he in her room? Johnny had never come into my bedroom, I couldn't imagine why he was in hers.
“You've been a bad girl, Jessy, haven't you?” I heard him say.
Seriously? Was this guy ever going to give up trying to discipline my sister, a grown woman?
I pushed the door open a little and what I saw inside totally took me by surprise. My sister was bent over the edge of her bed and Johnny was standing behind her... Fucking her! Jessy was entirely naked and from the door, I could see Johnny's impressive length sliding in and out of her. She had the bed sheets gripped tightly in her hands and was moaning loudly.
“I have been a bad girl!”
“Oh yes!” Johnny replied, spanking her jiggly ass, “You have been very naughty but daddy is teaching you a lesson!”
“Teach me a lesson, daddy!” my sister said.
I couldn't believe what I was seeing! My step-dad had the biggest dick I had ever laid eyes on and despite what you may think, I had watched a lot of porn! His love pole was so thick and Jessy seemed to be thoroughly enjoying having it spread her pussy wide open. Her wet, pink lips were wrapped around his meat and I could hear his balls slapping against her ass each time he thrust forward. It was quite the sexy sight! If somebody had told me I would arrive home from school and encounter this particular scenario in my home, I would've said I would have immediately left and went to another room but now that this was happening, I was transfixed. I couldn't look away. I slid my hand between my legs and began massaging my clitoris through my pants. Oh, how I wanted to be bent over!
“Harder, daddy! Punish me!” Jessy demanded.
My step-dad reached forward and grabbed a handful of Jessy's hair pulling on it so that her back arched and he slammed his cock into her with force.
“Take my dick, you nasty little slut!” he bellowed.
I gasped. I loved the way Johnny was talking to her, treating her like a nasty girl. I imagined what it would be like to hear him say those things to me, while he took my virginity. Rubbing more vigorously on my clit, I was just about to cum when the doorbell rang.
“Shit!” Johnny yelled.
He backed away from Jessy and hurriedly started to dress himself.
“It's probably your loser sister, forgot her keys. Get dressed.” he said.
Her loser sister? Is that what Johnny thought of me? Maybe I would have to be the one to teach him a lesson....
On Wednesday, Jessica and I went to school as normal. She spent her day in the library ditching classes or in the campus Starbucks, drinking coffee and catching up with her friends. I did what I was supposed to but in my English lecture, I heard a girl in front of me discussing a party that was happening that night.
“Lori's parents are out of town, she said she's cool with everybody turning up so spread the word! There's gonna be beer, a barbeque and she has a pool in her backyard!” she said excitedly.
I tapped the girl on the shoulder.
“Can I have Lori's address?” I boldly asked, “Sounds like a cool party!”
“Um... Sure!” came her reply.
She scribbled on a piece of paper and ripped it from her notebook, handing it to me.
“Any time after seven is fine!” she said.
“Awesome, I'll be there!”
What the hell was I doing? Going to a party with a bunch of people I didn't even know? I had a class the next morning at nine am. I guess one night wouldn't kill me!
Jessy and I met at the steps in front of the Arts building at five pm, as we always did on a Wednesday evening. She was sitting on the top step, engrossed in her phone when I arrived.
“Hey Jessy!” I called out when I saw her.
We walked to the car together.
“Are you going to Lori's party tonight?” I questioned.
“Excuse me?”
My sister looked confused.
“You know Lori?” she asked, a puzzled expression on her face.
“Well, no. I just thought I'd go along tonight, you know experience another side of college life!”
“Do you even have anything to wear?”
I hadn't thought of that. I had seen what Jessy wore to parties and I certainly didn't have any of that type of attire in my closet. I was more of a jeans and baggy t-shirt girl.
“Can I borrow something of yours?” I asked.
“Okay, well I'll help you get ready when we get home then!”
I sat on Jessy's bed while she rooted through her closet, presenting various skimpy or shimmering items to me.
“What even is that!?” I laughed as she held up a tiny piece of hot pink material.
“It's a skirt! Duh!” she replied.
I tried on numerous outfits of her choice, ranging from skin tight dresses to ass skimming skirts and booty shorts. Finally I decided on a pair of denim cut-off's with a tight white t-shirt that revealed only a small amount of my stomach. It was totally out of my comfort zone but I actually kind of liked it. Spinning around in front of the mirror in Jessy's room, I look
ed pretty good. The clingy shirt made my boobs look so big and perky and I was proud of my flat tummy and toned legs.
“You look smokin', sista!” Jessy told me, “You are so going to get laid tonight!”
I laughed. I wondered did my sister know that I was still a virgin. It was embarrassing to me because I knew that she had been experimenting with guys for years now, probably since she was about fifteen.
“Maybe!” I answered.
Jessy dressed herself in shorts too. When she turned around, her ass cheeks were visible, poking out from the bottom of the material. She wore a string black string bikini top and as she pulled a tank top over her head she said to me, “Johnny would have a heart attack if he saw me going out in just a bathing suit top! He's such a jerk!”
I nodded in agreement, thinking back to what I had seen yesterday. He wasn't such a jerk then, was he?
Downstairs our mom and Johnny were about to eat dinner in the kitchen.
“You going out, Jessy?” mom asked my sister.
“We're going out!” was her answer.
Both of our parents turned from their respective dinner preparing chores in disbelief.
“You're going out dressed like that, Natasha?” Johnny asked open mouthed.
He had finally noticed me!
“Mmhmm.” I murmured.
“She looks incredible!” Jessy chimed, “Come on, let's get going!”
“It's a school night, you better not be home late.” our step-dad yelled angrily after us.
Jessica laughed.
“What an idiot!”
The party was exactly like what I had seen in all of those corny teen movies. There were groups of guys playing beer pong, couples splayed on every available surface making out and girls in teeny bathing suits by the pool.
“Let's get you a drink!” Jessy hollered.
I had never drank alcohol before. I had seen how it affected my sister. She would spend the entire day after a party in bed complaining about how sick she was. I couldn't see the appeal at all. I figured though that if I wanted the same attention my sister got from my step-dad, I needed to do the same dumb things.
“Let's do it!”
Jessica led me into the kitchen and grabbed two red cups from a pile stacked by the sink. There was an open bottle of vodka on the countertop and she poured a large measure into each cup.
“Go easy there!” I warned her.
“You only live once!” she said, sticking out her tongue at me.
The vodka was topped with juice and handed to me. I cautiously sipped the drink. It tasted strong and I felt the burn of the alcohol hit my belly. I coughed.
“Come on, girl! Let's go mingle!”
Jessy shimmied out of the kitchen. She had an air of confidence that made people take notice of her. When she walked into a room, guys turned to stare and girls flocked to want to talk to her. This was what I needed to emulate. A guy I recognized as Lance from my Historical Literature class approached.
“Natasha, hey! I've never seen you look so... I've never seen you outside of school before!”
I smiled.
“I thought it would be good to do something other than poring over Oscar Wilde!” I joked.
Lance laughed. It was then that I noticed how good looking he was. He was tall and athletic with longish dark hair and piercing blue eyes. He brushed a stray strand of hair from his face.
Suddenly I had become very self conscious. I wasn't used to male attention. I downed my drink in one swoop.
“You want to come out by the pool with me?” beautiful Lance asked.
“Sure!”
By the pool there were girls lounging on the sun chairs, despite the fact that it was night time and the sun was long gone. Groups of guys crowded around, vying for their attention. Lance led me to a quieter area, over by the shallow end of the swimming pool. He kicked off his flip-flops and sat at the edge, dangling his feet in the cool blue water.
“Sit with me!” he said, patting the ground beside him.
I removed my shoes and sat, dipping my feet into the pool beside his.
We talked about class. It seemed he was an English major, just like me and he wanted to be a writer some day. I liked that about him and found we had a lot to talk about. I was deeply engrossed in conversation with this guy when he playfully dipped his hand into the pool and splashed me. I yelped feeling the cold wetness hit my upper body. Splashing him back, our water fight continued and soon, looking down I realized that my white shirt was now entirely see through. Lance was staring directly at my breasts, their shape now accentuated by the wet material pressed against my skin.
“You wanna go upstairs?” he asked, “To get dried off!” he quickly added.
“Yes, please!”
Together we stood up and I rushed through the house to the stairs, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible. I did not need every student at my college to see me in a soaking wet white t-shirt! The second level of the house was quiet and dark. I guessed Lori hadn't wanted people coming up, she only wanted to have to clean one group of rooms tomorrow before her parents returned and that was understandable. In the shadows of the hallway, Lance grabbed me from behind and spun me around. He pushed me against the wall and kissed me. His kiss tasted of beer but was warm and soft. I felt my body melt into his. His hands found their way beneath my shirt and explored my damp skin.
“Let's get these wet things off of you!” he whispered as we kissed.
I raised my arms so that the young man could pull my t-shirt over my head. It made a slapping sound as it landed on the wood panelled floor.
“You need to show off this body more often, Natasha!” he said, “You are so fucking hot!”
Lance was cupping my tits in his hands and looking at them in awe. With his lower body pressed tightly against mine, I could feel his erection.
“Take my bra off!” I instructed.
Lance's hands slid around my body and he unhooked the bra with ease. It seemed like he'd done this a few times before! I allowed the bra to slip down my arms and it too dropped to the floor.
“They're perfect!” he moaned.
I was glad he liked them. No guy had ever seen my boobs like this before. His fingers toyed with my nipples, gently pulling and tugging on them. I liked how it felt.
“Feel my cock?” Lance asked me, “I am so hard for you right now!”
I hesitated. Did I really want the first time I was ever going to touch a guy's penis to be when I was pinned against a wall, somewhat drunk, upstairs at a college party?
This hot guy from my class lowered his head in an attempt to suck one of my nipples into his mouth. Just as he was about to reach his target, I roughly shoved him away. I was surprised by the force of my action.
“I'm sorry, Lance.” I said, covering myself with my hands as best I could, “I can't. I just can't do this.”
I was saving myself for daddy after all...
I frantically tried to find my sister after I had left Lance standing alone in the upstairs hallway. I had re-clothed myself in my wet t-shirt and had my bra stuffed into my purse. Everybody here was going to be too drunk by now to even notice what I looked like. Jessicawas found in the living room, sitting atop a guy I had seen on campus before but with whom I didn't share any classes.
“Jessy!” I called, poking her in the ribs.
The pretty girl looked away from the man trapped beneath her.
“What is it, Natasha!?” she asked, clearly frustrated.
“I need to go home! Come on!”
“Oh my god, call a cab! I'm busy!”
Great, my sister was going to make me find my own way home. I stumbled out onto the porch. That large serving of vodka had really gone to my head. Fumbling through my purse, I located my cell phone and called for a cab. It was only going to be a five minute wait and then I'd be home. I couldn't wait. Going to this party was a mistake. I wasn't the drunk college girl type. I was good ol' reliable Natasha.
It was almost on
e in the morning when the cab pulled up outside my home. I thanked the driver and handed him a twenty dollar bill from my wallet. Not having any idea how much he had said the fare was, I hoped that this was enough and jumped from the vehicle, only to fall on the ground, grazing both of my knees. The cab driver either didn't notice or didn't care as he drove away. Eventually I made it through the front door and despite my best efforts at being quiet, I caused quite the ruckus. Hearing footsteps coming from upstairs, I hoped desperately that I had woken my mom. I know I had wanted Johnny to notice me but now that I knew what being a naughty girl felt like and it wasn't good, I really did not want to be punished for my mistake.