Spending Oral Time with Sis and Her Boyfriend

Thinking back on my days at MSU . . . I lived in an off-campus group house with my 18-year-old girlfriend Mollie and a bunch of other kids. We were into politics, though we weren’t as earnest as some of the more active types. We were more into drugs – weed, hash, all the psychedelics and even occasionally speed. And of course sex. We loved sex. Mollie in particular loved to fuck anytime of the day or night. She especially liked fucking while stoned, so that happened a lot.

Anyway, sometime during the summer months we were in the bedroom together, naked as usual. We had smoked a couple of joints and she was sucking my long cock when the phone rang. She hesitated, then decided to answer it . . . but continued to stroke my shaft.

“Oh, hi Mom. What’s up?” She gave me a puzzled look and a shrug of her shoulders. “Emma? Come here? Two weeks? Aw, I don’t know Mom. I…” Mollie stopped playing with my rod and now looked concerned. “Of course I miss her. I miss her a lot. It’s just…”

This was not sounding good. Emma was Mollie ‘s sister, who was a freshman in high school . . . and it sounded like she wanted to visit. I had never met her before, but I knew that she was Mollie ‘s only sibling and they were especially close.

“No, there’s no reason she can’t come down here…Oh Mom, no, we’re not doing drugs or anything like that…” Mollie looked exasperated. “Okay, okay. She can come . . . When? . . . Okay. How’s she . . . by train? Okay, we’ll meet her at the station…Yeah, I understand…love you too, Mom. Bye.” She hung up the phone, flopped back on the bed, and let out a big sigh. “Emma’s coming for a visit,” she said with a resigned look.

“So I gathered.”

Mollie rolled over and looked at me, her breasts giving a sexy little jiggle. “What are we gonna do? She just started high school. She certainly can’t see this.” She reached out and wrapped her fingers back around my cock. “She can’t see all the drugs we do.”

I thought for a moment while my cock grew again in Mollie ‘s hand. “We’ll just ask everyone to keep it in their rooms while she’s here, I guess. No drugs in the living room.”

“And no group sex,” she said.

“Not in the living room anyway,” I said with a laugh, reaching out to fondle her breasts. Her nipples immediately popped erect.

“Mmmmm,” she moaned softly. “That feels nice. You feel nice.” She dropped her head into my lap and once again took the head of my cock into her mouth. That’s one of the things I loved most about Mollie – the ability to push uncomfortable things out of her mind and get back to what was important.

“We’ll just have to play it by ear, I guess,” I said leaning back and enjoying my girlfriend’s talented mouth.

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Two other girls, lived in the house along with their boyfriends, who changed from time to time. The girls were pretty hot, and I had sex with both of them at one time or another. Ours was a very open house sexually. Each girl had a main partner but felt free to mix and mingle. We also had a lot of parties, many of which turned into group orgies. Even when there wasn’t a party, the six of us would gather in the living room, the largest room in the house, and get high, listen to music, strip naked and fuck. Everyone would switch partners a number of times during an evening. It was a fun place to live, especially during the summer when classes were out.

The girls were okay with Mollie ‘s little sister visiting, but the guys grumbled a bit. It didn’t matter. The house was in Mollie ‘s name, so when it came to it, she set the rules. Not that she was housemother or anything. Mollie was too stoned most of the time to take many responsibilities seriously. Neither did I for that matter. That’s why we made such a good couple. A little disorganized maybe. Lazy is probably a better word. Thankfully, Mollie ‘s parents were paying all the house bills, so we had very few worries. We both worked part-time on campus, Mollie in the library, me with the maintenance department, cutting lawns mostly. That brought in enough to keep us in food and drugs over the summer.

When we drove my beat up old Volkswagen to the train station to meet Emma I didn’t know what to expect. Mollie had told me how close they were, so I guess I imagined Emma to be a miniature version of Mollie. She wasn’t. I snickered when I first saw the young girl come through the doors. Emma was thin, but very cute, with a sweet button nose and huge blue eyes and long blonde hair.

“Emma!” she yelled, running into her sister’s arms.

“Hi, squirt,” Mollie said, hugging hard. “Let me get a look at you.” She held her sister at arm’s length. “I bet Mom dressed you for the trip today.”

Emma grimaced and nodded. “Mom has been imPOSSible this summer! She won’t let me wear what I want or see anybody or do ANYthing!”

“Well, she let you come here,” Mollie said, smiling. She nodded over at me. “This is Mike, my boyfriend.”

“Hi!” she said, giving me a wave. ” Mollie ‘s told me ALL about you. Mom doesn’t think you live together, but I know now that you do.”

“You’re a sharp cookie,” I said with a grin. “Is that okay with you? That I live with Mollie?”

“Sure! I think it’s cool,” she said brightly.

“Thanks!” I gave her a wink and picked up the pink suitcase with flower decals on it. “I like your suitcase, by the way. It’s just my style.” Emma giggled at that.

The two sisters chattered all the way back to the house. I learned that Emma was doing well in school, did not get along at all with her mother, tolerated her father, and idolized Mollie. I could tell that by the loving look in those big, innocent blue eyes. No one was home when we got back to the house. Emma looked around with a surprised look on her face. I wasn’t sure what she’d think. We weren’t slobs, but we weren’t real tidy either, and the house was old and a bit shabby. Certainly not the neat, tidy kind of house she was probably used to. Fortunately, no one had left any drug paraphernalia around, but I did spot some clothes strewn about, including a pair of panties on the floor next to the couch. Emma tittered when she saw that. “This place is so cool!” she finally said with a big smile on her face.

“We like it,” replied Mollie. “C’mon, let me show you your room.”

The only unoccupied room in the house was in the attic. It was a tiny finished room with a good bed and a dresser. It wasn’t well insulated and tended to get hot in the summer. Emma seemed to like it just fine though, given the way she bounced around the room. She flopped on the mattress and kicked off her shoes. “I like it here!” she proclaimed. “Maybe I’ll never go home!”

Mollie chuckled at the thought. “I’m sure Mom and Dad would have something to say about that. But you’re here now anyway, so let’s enjoy it. First, let’s get you out of those clothes and into something more reasonable. Mike, could you excuse us? Maybe you could go get the fan in the living room? I think Emma’s going to need it more than we do.”

They weren’t quite done changing when I came back up the stairs lugging the floor fan. Mollie was just pulling a short t-shirt over Emma’s head and I got a quick view of the teen’s emerging small titties. She obviously was going to be a late bloomer, in the breast department. With her arms outstretched her titties looked like young apples. Still, the sight gave me a rush and put a smile on my face. Emma had brought a pair of Bermuda shorts, but Mollie just snorted and forbid her from wearing them, offering her a pair of denim cutoffs instead. They were a little big, but with a belt tightened around Emma’s skinny waist, they did the trick.

“Ah, that looks better,” I said, setting up the fan in the window and turning it on. “And so do you.”

Emma blushed at that, but she did look hot in my eyes, even for someone years younger. She was taller than most girls her age, with slim, coltish legs and feet that were slightly too large. The loose shorts rode low on her hips, exposing a good bit of her hipbone and flat belly. I could even see the top of her panties – pink ones with red hearts. Altogether, I found the young girl surprisingly appealing.

“Now you’re ready for an East Lansing summer,” said Mollie.

“Do I look like a college kid here on campus?” Emma asked with a grin.

“Maybe” I said. And then out of the clear blue sky she asked her sister:



“Do you smoke pot?”

Narrowing her eyes, Mollie answered after a pause. “What would you think if I said yes?”

“I would think that was great! Some of my friends smoke dope back home, but I don’t dare do it with the way Mom and Dad are. ”

Mollie and I again looked at each other. I shrugged my shoulders and nodded. “Might as well tell the truth.”

“Might as well,” Mollie agreed. “Yes, Emma, we smoke dope. A lot. It’s fun and we like it.” “Can I try it?” the teen asked, with an eager, hopeful look on her face. I wasn’t sure how Mollie would respond. This was her little sister, after all. But then, we didn’t feel as if weed was at all harmful. In fact, we thought it was pretty beneficial, especially to our love life.

“Do you really want to?” Mollie asked.

“Yes!” Emma responded enthusiastically. “Please?”

“Okay, but you better not ever even think about telling Mom and Dad.”

“I won’t!” Emma said, shaking her head. “I promise!”

Mollie pulled a leather pouch from her back pocket. “Alright, little sister, I’ll let you try it. But we’re going to hold you to your promise.” She removed a plastic baggie and some rolling papers, sat down on the mattress and began to roll a joint. Emma sat right next to her and watched closely. When she was finished, Mollie held up a beautifully rolled doobie. I was envious of her skill. My joints usually turned out looking like a hidden lump of hard candy twisted at both ends, but Mollie had the touch. “Have you ever smoked a cigarette?” asked Mollie.

“Uh huh,” Emma responded with a frown. “I tried anyway. Me and Jeri got one of her Dad’s cigarettes and took it out in the woods out back and smoked it. It made me cough and I didn’t like it very much.”

“To be honest, this might make you cough too. Weed can be harsher than tobacco, so you smoke it differently. With a cigarette you draw the smoke into your mouth and then inhale it. With a joint, you draw it directly into your lungs, but you take in air with it too and then hold it, like this.” She held up a match and lit the end, noisily drawing in a moderate hit, then passed it over to me.