Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 The inspiration for this story comes from a tale I read on an English
Swingers site.  I don't know the author.  That story was of the party and
the multiple sex partners but not brother and sister.
Author: ursismajor
Title: The Party
Keywords: FMMM, inc, voy

   Sue rang me on Wednesday and, without much beating around the bush,
asked me to be her `date' the following Saturday night.  She said she was
committed to going to a party at the home of a friend of a friend and she
was stuck.  Apparently she had pissed off the current boyfriend and was
dateless for party she didn't want to go to at all, let alone on her own.

   Well, I wasn't doing anything and, as I said to her (just after I
pointed out that she owed me as a result), "OK.  What else are big brothers
for?" Her answer was unkind.

   So, come Saturday at 8, there we were, brother and sister, both 20
somethings, at a party we didn't want to be at, trying to talk to people we
had never seen before and probably never would again.

   By 10:30 the house shook with the beat of the music that blared from the
open windows into the garden and the main room was being used as a dance
floor.  The kitchen had been set up as a sort of bar where you could get
wine and beer and little nibbles kept appearing, I have no idea from where.


   Sue and I mingled with the others in the garden or in the kitchen unable
to talk over the noise of the music and by that time we had both had enough
booze to be a bit more loosened up.  Yeah, well.  Not a lot looser, I
thought.

   In the garden we got talking to one chap, a guy in his early 50s I
guess, Adam was his name, about how this wasn't really our scene and we
preferred a little more quite and sedate style of party.  In retrospect, I
can't really remember if we told him we were brother and sister but I think
we might have.  We joked about the party, how we were beginning to sound
just like our parents when it came to noisy parties ("Careful," he said. 
"I'm old enough to BE your parent") and when we could decently sneak away.

   "Well," he said, "while you're deciding we ought to check out the
`resting place'."

   He pointed to a dark shape further down the garden.  "It's sort of a
pavilion."

   We topped up our glasses and the three of us quietly slunk away from the
group.

   The building was one big room with a door and lots of glass and no
lights on, just dimly lit with a few candles on shelves and tables around
the room.  The floor wasn't carpeted but had lots of large cushions
scattered about.  There was a sound system somewhere and soft music
overcame the distant beat of the main party.  As our eyes became adjusted
to the lack of light I saw there were five people stretched out around the
floor.  There were two young men sprawled across the middle in what looked
like a drunken sleep and , against a wall, an older man, with a drink in
one hand and a half cigarette (or joint?).  The other two were a couple in
the far corner tightly tangled together kissing passionately, and, I noted,
apparently doing a bit of groping.

   This looked perfect, so we took our place on two large cushions in a
darkened corner of the room and the three of us sat in silence listening to
the music and sipping our drinks.

   I felt the best I'd felt all night and Sue seemed equally relaxed -
well, maybe a bit more relaxed.  She had never had much of a head for
booze, I remembered.

   Sue lay on her back, her head on a cushion and seemed to doze off while
Adam and I sat and watched the couple across the room.  The guys hand was
up her skirt and, by his movements, he was clearly fingering her.  After a
time, I whispered to Adam, asking if he wanted another drink.  He nodded
and I took his glass and walked back to the main party, my cock, semi-erect
for my being a voyeur, slowly resuming its limp status.

   It took a while to get the drinks and extricate myself from the mob and
when I went back to the pavilion I walked across the room, watching the
couple on the other side begin to fuck.  He was on top of her and all I
could really make out was a pool of white, probably her underwear, next to
her, and his bum going up and down between her legs.  Not surprisingly, I
could feel my jeans begin to bulge again.

   I handed Adam his drink and parked Sue's nearby as she was dozing.  I
looked down at her softly lit face.  Her eyes were tightly shut and her
mouth a little open.  She seemed to be breathing deeply and I could see her
breasts pressing against the buttons of her blouse.

   I sipped my drink and watched the fucking couple.  "Lucky bugger," I
thought.  "That's where I'd like to be now - up her."

   My cock now pressed hard against my jeans as I ground it into the
cushion trying to dislodge it from its uncomfortable position.  I looked at
my sister's breast and wondered what it would be like to squeeze and tweak
her nipples.  "What am you thinking, you sicko.  She's your sister," I
thought.

   After the couple apparently finished their root, I hoped to their mutual
satisfaction, I looked at my companions and gasped in surprise.  Adam was
lying propped up by one arm on the other side of Sue from me, his head
level with her hips - and his hand up my sister's skirt!  Her legs were
slightly spread and I could see the shape of his hand as it bulged up from
under the material of her skirt at the top of her thighs.  My first
reaction was to shout, stop him, I don't know what but before I could he
just looked at me.  "Shh,' he whispered.

   I was unable to decide what my next move should be as I watched this
man, a complete stranger until an hour ago, with his hand up my sister's
dress, making ripples in the fabric as he played with her most private and
sensitive parts.  Then she moaned softly and spread her legs wider.

   My cock was now really hard and I moved my position to lie on my side so
I could get a better look at his violation of my sleeping (?) sister and he
looked at me and smiled.  "Nice, isn't it?" he mouthed.

   Adam then pushed up Sue's skirt, I'm sure to give me a better view, and
her legs opened further, as if on command.  I watched as he began to tug
down her panties and as she didn't resist - rather she raised her bottom to
make it possible.  Now, with her panties around one ankle and Adam's hand
unbuttoning her blouse, I could see the dark patch of hair above where I
knew her cunt was waiting.

   His hand returned to its explorations of her body and I looked back at
Sue's face, her breathing now short and sharp as she gasped for air.  I
became mesmerized by her beauty, her flushed face, but my eyes soon
returned to the cause of her obvious arousal.

   My sister's small white panties were around one leg, her knees raised
and her legs spread wide.  Adam unzipped his pants and moved himself on top
of her, bunching her skirt around her waist.  He lowered his pants and
entered her.

   There I was, a raging hard-on in my jeans, this man's bare behind
shining in my face, watching him fuck my sister!  I expected her to react,
to protest, to scream maybe.  She didn't.  Her mouth widened and her eyes
remained shut.  The man commenced the slow rhythm of a deep fuck.  In a few
time my sister suddenly arched her back and a deep moan came from her mouth
as she orgasmed.

   Adam hesitated for a moment, letting her get her breath, then continued
his long, slow fuck.  I knew he was controlling it and it would be some
time before he came.

   I found myself wondering why she was acting this way.  Was she so drunk
that she didn't know what was happening?  Had she expected me to intervene
and prevent this stranger taking advantage of her?  I watched as his pushed
back Sue's open blouse, pulled down a bra cup and took a breast in his
hand, its tanned hairiness contrasting with the soft, pale sheen of her
flesh.  As he squeezed her breast Sue gasped and moaned, rolling her head
and arching her back to meet his thrusts.

   I needed fresh air.  I stumbled, or fled, whatever the novelist would
say, through the doorway into the garden.  My legs felt weak and I half
sat, half fell onto the damp grass.  I lay on my back breathing deeply,
trying to come to grips with my feelings, unable to block the images of
what I had just seen.  My body shook slightly, I was tense, taut, and
confused.  What were my feelings?  Then my breathing became easier and my
body began to relax as my mind cleared and I came to the true realization
that my emotions were not of revulsion or fear or guilt but of intense
sexual arousal.  My cock was hard and I wanted to watch my sister get more
of the same!  "Shit," I thought again, "you really are a perv."

   I had to return.  I wanted to return.  I had left Sue alone with this
stranger while I had sorted my own emotions and a slight feeling of panic
crept upon me, images of my sister coming to her senses and struggling to
push this man off as she realized what he was doing to her.  I hurried back
into the dimly lit room and, as my eyes adjusted, I was confronted with
quite new situation.

   The couple who had been fucking had left and one of the two passed out
sleepers was still there, oblivious to what was going on around him.  Now
Adam sat next to my sister, stroking his semi-erect cock and holding her
hand.

   Sue was still in the position I had left her but this time the other boy
that had been asleep was between her legs.  His jeans were down to his
ankles and his young bottom flashed up and down as he pumped with hard,
quick thrusts into her body.  Her panties were now discarded on the floor
by her feet along with her blouse and her naked breasts quivered above her
bra as he drove himself into her.  Her eyes were closed and her breath was
ragged as he rooted her.

   The older man who had been smoking when we came in had moved closer so
he could have a good view of what was being done to my sister.  He had a
cigarette in one hand and his cock in the other.

   With a final thrust, the boy arched his back and loudly moaned as his
body tensed and he shot his cum into my sister's vagina.  After a few
moments he picked himself up, pulled up his pants, tucking his wet limp
cock into his jeans then, bumping into me, staggered out the door like one
who has just woken and remembered he had forgotten some other appointment.

   Adam let go her hand and quietly said: "OK, you can look after her now."
But he didn't move, just half lay looking at her.

   Sue's eyes stayed shut, her face relaxed, happy even.  She slowly
lowered her legs, leaving them parted.  Her breasts looked so sexy, nipples
erect.  Her skirt was bunched at her waist and the neat trimmed strip of
pubic hair glistened.  Fluids slowly oozed out her body and began to puddle
on the floor.

   Adam's cock was now almost hard again and he began to pull it,
occasionally rubbing its tip across her breast or stomach.  "Go on," he
said, "pull her tit.  She really likes it."

   My mind long passed dealing with the emotional elements of the
situation, I reached one hand for her nipple while the other unzipped my
jeans.  As I began to pull and tweak her nipple I also began to pull my
cock, sometimes, like Adam, brushing her body with the tip.

   Adam looked at me.  "Are you going to fuck her?" he asked.  "Because, if
not, I will again."

   As I stared to move I noticed the other boy that I had been asleep,
standing beside us, his pants down to his knees and his fully erect cock
standing at an angle.  Sue opened her eyes and looked at me and smiled as
again she spread her legs for her new lover.

   Adam and I knelt each side of her, masturbating and playing with her
tits as he lowered himself onto her then drove hard in.  My sister winced
slightly but soon he was fully in her, his cock pumping in and out of
widened opening.  I put my lips to her nipple and sucked it into my mouth
and she reached for me, wrapping her arms around my neck.

   "I - want - him - to - finish.  I - want - you," she whispered, kissing
my neck.

   The boy finished with a grunt and, as if he thought I would hit him,
moved quickly away, stuffing his cock in his pants.

   As I moved forward to get between her legs I noticed the other man,
cigarette now forgotten, cum dripping of his fingers.  I placing my hand on
her thigh and rubbed some of the dripping cum into her skin.  Her eyes
opened and she dreamily looked at me.  A little smile formed in the corners
of her mouth as she again closed her eyes, rested her head on a cushion and
slowly spread her legs once more.  Liquid oozed out of he now gaping slit
and, after a few seconds of savoring the sight, I pressed my cock into her
cunt.

   I didn't take long.  I couldn't.  I'd been too excited for too long to
be in much control.  I shot what felt like an enormous load into my
sister's body then collapsed onto her.  She gently toyed with my hair and
murmured some words I could not understand, then, after a few minutes, she
pushed me off her.  "Adam," she said, "he's ready."

   I knelt beside her and she reached for my semi-hard and very wet cock as
Adam knelt on her other side, vigorously masturbating.

   "Ahh, ahh!" he soon cried, and began to squirt onto Sue's tits and
stomach.  Boy, for a man who had already fucked her an hour earlier he
should had a lot to deliver.

   He finished, letting the last dribbles fall onto a nipple.

   "I think you'd better take her home now, don't you?" he said, zipping up
and standing.  "Do you need some help?"

   "No, I'll be alright thanks," I replied.

   I got her panties back on, gave up on the bra, buttoned her blouse and
helped her to her feet.  Without speaking we walked (staggered?) to the
door but there she stopped.  Sue half turned and said: "Thank you Adam." He
just smiled.

   We managed to get to the car without going through the party and I drove
in silence while Sue appeared to doze.  When I pulled up outside her
apartment we sat silently until she softly spoke.

   "Did I shock you?"

   "Yes," I replied.

   "Will you put me to bed?"

   "Yes," I replied.

   "Will you stay the night?"

   I hesitated.  "Yes," I replied.

   "Can I have you for breakfast?"

   "Yes," I replied.

   "Now I know what big brothers are for," she murmured.



   You never know about parties, do you.

   Or sisters either.