House Party_(1)

House Party –

Hi. I’m Julia. Julia isn’t my real name.

The story you are about to read is one of mine, from a few years ago. My brother thought I should tell it instead of him, but he did help me with some of the details. Bryan thinks I’ll do it justice. So, here goes nothing.

It all started one night at a party my brother Bryan was hosting at his house. All of our friends were invited and he of course invited me since we shared the place. I put aside my studies, got dressed in something I was sure my brother would like and came downstairs before very many people had arrived.

I knew he was watching me because I saw him, deep in thought and on the phone. The moment I walked in I heard him stop what he was doing and insist that he call the other person back, after having been unresponsive for so many times during their conversation.

I had on a ‘daddy’s girl’ pink shirt and a white sun skirt with sandals. He loved the skirt a lot because I usually didn’t wear panties under it. Bryan pulled me into the kitchen where he had been pacing back and forth and took me downstairs to our finished basement. While there was a television, a few couches and a fridge stocked full with alcohol, no one had wandered down here.

His hands parted my thighs as we stood against the staircase and felt between my legs. A finger traced the outside of my lips and delved inside, fucking me tenderly. I tried not to moan too loud but I couldn’t help myself. It felt too nice. He covered my mouth and kept fingering me like he was, now using two fingers. I wanted him to fuck me and tried to show him what I wanted by pulling at his belt.

I opened the front of his shorts and reached inside before he took the hint. I held his stiff cock and rubbed it like I’d seen him do in the shower. He pulled his hand away from my pussy and gazed into my eyes before his lips met mine. He got inside me during our kiss and screwed me like I wished my boyfriend would, his hips moved slowly, teasing me relentlessly.

I didn’t realize how easy it was to cum with him but when I gushed, he slowed and pulled out to clean me up. While he was kneeling I touched my pussy, running my fingers through the trail of my juices. Bryan took my hand and sucked each finger clean, as well as ran his tongue between my thighs to collect my cum. When he got to his feet, I turned away from him. His cock found my pussy again and slid in.

I tightened my grip on him. I wanted him to come a little quicker than I think he planned, we have a party to host upstairs and without one of us to supervise, things might get out of hand. He stammered behind me, grunting as I felt his cock pulse. My brother’s meat swelled a bit larger before he finished and he pushed it deeper.

I leaned into his chest, feeling his fingers under my shirt. When he pulled out of me I felt empty. But he promised we could do this again once the party died down, so at least I had that to look forward to. He ascended the stairs and greeted some of the guys from the football team that just arrived.

Even though we had been out of school for more than a few years, he knew someone who knew someone else and that led to the jocks stopping over along with some of the cheerleading squad. They were always welcome, especially since I thought a couple of them were cute. I planned to seduce one of them sometime during the party.

Bryan went to the kitchen and made a few drinks for the new guests. We have a bar upstairs behind the island. He served what each person wanted over a half wall separating the kitchen and dining area, so no one would be standing over him like a hawk. Later in the night, he found me a little buzzed on a couch in the living room.

Some of the jocks had taken a football outside and were passing it on our street. I heard the sound of them catching it and only recognized it because of the games I played with my brother in the summer.

He sat next to me and pushed my hair back, softly tucking it behind my ear. I looked up at him and he hugged me. “Don’t drink anymore. I want you to be alert later. I haven’t touched any alcohol tonight other than mixing it for other people.”

“But I’m feeling good. It’s the end of the week and we’ll have two days together before work starts up again.”

“I still don’t like when you’re drinking. I want you to remember what we do together.”

“I’ll stop. Maybe I should make a little coffee. Do you want some?”

“Sure. Let me know when it’s done.”

He rose from the couch and checked upstairs to see if any of their guests had ended up there. As he expected, there was a cheerleader and one of the jocks who supposedly was her boyfriend. She didn’t want to have sex with him but he very much wanted her. Brittany was in her bra and panties, her boyfriend had jeans that were around his ankles and his boxers on top of those.

Bryan interrupted their little argument and confronted Jorge, her boyfriend.

“You got some nerve.”

“Nerve enough to get what I want? Sure. I want Brittany and there’s nothing you can do to stop me.”

He lunged for the three hundred pound linebacker and knocked him to the floor beside the bed. I heard the rumble downstairs and rushed to see what happened. Jorge fell into the hallway followed by Bryan who kept the footballer off his feet. They were trading blows, moving closer to the stairs and I didn’t want anything bad to happen. There was a shirt in the hall and I wrapped it around Jorge’s face like a blindfold. Bryan took him to the floor again at the top of the steps. The guy pulled the shirt off his eyes and left, calling a couple of his buds to leave.

I sat with Bryan in the bathroom, tending to his split lip and battered knuckles. I diluted some hydrogen peroxide and had him swish it around to clean the gash on his lip. I knew it must have stung because my brother’s face contorted. When he spit, red washed down the drain with some running water. Brittany appeared in the doorway, still wearing her bra and panties.

“Thanks, Bryan. He was gonna rape me. I didn’t do anything to provoke him except for changing my mind. Can’t a girl say no if her boyfriend is obviously under the influence?”

I invited her inside and closed the door.

“A girl should be able to but guys like that don’t want to hear it. Did he hurt you?”

“He grabbed my wrists before your brother showed up. I came so close to being beaten.”

She turned to gaze at Bryan who was hunched over the first aid kit, pouring some antiseptic on his knuckles.

“It’s our house. I need to know if people are getting into things they aren’t mature enough to handle. We’re responsible for everything that goes on and I’d like to keep a clean record.”

“Well.