A Forced Tryst.

My cellphone buzzes in my pocket and I pulled it out to see my sister’s face staring up at me. Ok. I admit, right away, heh, the profile pic of my sister is WAY too sexy for my phone. I mostly do it because when she calls I don’t have to feel guilty looking, and guys always say “whoa! THAT’S your sister!?” When they see her dark wavy hair, sexy big blue eyes in a wink, and lush lips with her tongue sticking. She’s leaning in, throwing a peace sign in a red bikini and her tits are PERFECT C cups, perky and tan. Like I said, way too sexy, but it gives me an excuse to look at her tits without feeling weird, and she calls a LOT, so they get quite a bit of screen time.


We’re both in college but her dorm-mates often give her shit for drinking and coming in late on school nights. She told me once she’s fucking two of her three teachers for her grades, and with how much class she misses it must be true. Tryst’s picture comes up now and as its 1 am on a Wednesday I’m sure she needs a ride and a couch to sleep on. I sigh, set my Xbox controller down and take a drag of my blunt. I got some friends over and they see me getting up to leave.


“Yo, man where you headed?” Jackson asks. He’s pissed because he just lost his sniper in the game.
“Tryst” I say, mildly as I get my jacket on.

Maddox pops in from the kitchenette.

“Oh shit. Tryst is coming over?”
I nod and lace my boots, blunt still in my mouth. “mmmhm”
“Well I guess I’ll get the bath ready.”
“Shut up Dox,” I say, headed out the door. “Brb”
The door clicks but I can still hear them catcalling my sister before I’ve even picked her up.



Tryst is in a skin-tight corseted mini and her arms are around herself as she shivers outside a party. 


“Where’s your jacket?” I ask as she puts a stiletto pump into the car, long tan legs following a tight ass, thin waist, and perfect tits.


Her face is pouty, eyes slightly smudged but not smeared. She looks like a sex doll.


“Mattie totally ditched me. And Aaron was being a dick so I stormed off. Fuck that guy.”


Her voice was as pouty as her lips, words slightly slurred.



“You’ve been fucking that guy for a while.”


“He’s a dick, I’m done.”


“Sure you are.”


She slaps my shoulder but then slumps in her seat, angling her head against the car window. I think she’s out when she mumbles, “Kev. stop and get wine.”


“No. I’m playing COD with Dox and Jax. I gotta get back.”


She turns to me with her alluring eyes and slightly parted lips and says much lower, sultry even, and taking the blunt from my lips repeats— “Kevin. Get me wine.”

Her voice sounds like she could be saying, “Kevin, fuck me now.” and I’m both embarrassed and pissed as I get hard in my seat. 
“What the fuck ever,” I say, sharply making a turn to a convenient store. 
Ten minutes later and twenty dollars short I have her favorite Red and we’re finally headed home.

Upon us entering Tryst is all party, and yells “eeeeyyyyy” loud and drunk as she walks in. She’s the life of this four-person party, and both Maddox and Jackson are drooling immediately. They laugh animatedly as the wine cork pops, and glasses chink while I start the game back up. Maddox and Jackson join me, but they are shit players with Tryst leaning in asking how to play and holding the controller wrong saying, “Like this?” as if she’s a small child holding some foreign object.


 My eyes roll and since she finished my blunt I leave the game to roll another one.