by Writing Shark
Your favorite shirt
“You call that tits?” echoes Denise drunken roar trough the night. She laughs triumphantly while Susan looks angry. Millie and Claire are fascinated to see Susan get up, put her hands on her hips and shout: “Yours may be bigger, but that doesn’t mean you’re right.” The tops and bras of the two are scattered around the girls.
“What the hell is going on here?” you call out, but your voice lacks rigor. You actually have to hold back rather than start laughing. You count ten or twelve bottles of beer around the campfire. Did Emma distract you so much? If you had intervened would you still be sitting next to her? Or would you be in a bunch of half-naked eighteen year old girls now? You have to swallow but luckily the girls don’t notice. Instead, when Susan sees you stepping into the glow of the campfire, she strolls right at you, swinging her hips wide and a lascivious look on her face.
“Finn, do you think my titties are too small? Or would you snack me if I told you to?” She grabs you by the shirt and licks her tongue far too aggressively over the lips. You just stare at her.
“What… the fuck…” you mumble to yourself.
“That’s exactly what I mean,” says Susan, pressing her body against you. Her nipples are not stiff, so you can only feel her small soft breasts press against your skin under your shirt. But then you feel two stitches on the back and a voice sounds in your ear.
“Fuck no. A man needs tits to touch. Tell her Finn. Big tits are important.” It’s Denise.
“Jesus what’s going on here?” you ask yourself.
“Denise and my sister drank too much and now they are arguing about who is going to be better with boys,” exclaims Claire, who is very angry but only looks at the sand between her feet out of shame.
“Millie said you have no girlfriend and since she is too prudish and Claire is a pussy, it is up to me and Susan to make it clear to the girls who gets the boys here,” Denise flirts and you can smell the beer out of her breath. Meanwhile, Susan stands on tiptoe to get close to your mouth. You pull your head back, but so you are within range of Denise. Four hands run up and down your body, but are too shy to grab you anywhere where it could get serious.
“Come on,” Susan says. “Show us who of us can seduce you.”
As you turn your head in all directions so as not to be smooched by one or the other drunken beauty, your eyes fall on Millie. Before – you admit – you only half-heartedly tried to keep the two away and in any other universe you would now have a threesome with two legal drunk girls. Okay, Emma is still watching you, which prevents you from dropping any inhibitions. After all, you two had a good time. But it’s the look on the face of your little princess that makes you cramp. It is not anger or grief. No fear or nervousness. She looks you straight in the eye in… understanding. She is sad but understands it. This is what causes you to pull away from Denise with a strong grip and push Susan away from you. The push is not strong, but it is enough to stagger the drunk girl.
“Yikes,” Susan sighs as your arms wrap around her and she hangs on you like a wet sack of rice. Quite unromantic and not in the least sexy. You put her in the sand a safe distance from the fire.
“I knew it,” she exclaims, but her head has no strength and lies over your arm. She shows her victory gesture in the wrong direction.
“Not fair!” Denise blares loudly and stumbles towards you. She comes dangerously close to the flames and like in a movie you sprint towards the girl, – without slow motion – embrace her and lift her up. She cheers and wiggles happily with her legs. You carry her next to Susan and also put her in the sand. Then you wave over to Claire, Millie and Emma. Meanwhile, Emma has come a little closer to the action and is the first to stand next to you.
“Claire, take your sister inside. I help Denise. Emma, are you watching the fire and my princess?”Emma confirms. You hold Denise in one arm, Susan in the other, and Claire is on the other side of Susan.
When you come trampling through the front door and standing in the living room, Rachel exclaims loudly and annoyed: “Ofcourse. That had to happen.” Before you can answer something, Denise eyes get big, she leans forward, holds her stomach and vomits with a mighty force. The other girls screech and moan in disgust and you get a good part of the half liquid, half solid mass on your shoes. Immediately you feel the moisture penetrate through the fabric of your shoes made for summer temperatures and flow between your toes. The half-rotten, half-sour smell of half-digested beer, bile and the remnants of lunch penetrates your nose, which you wrinkle with disgust. You just look up silently and implore the gods for strength… then Susan aims straight at your shirt. The same game again but you stay calm. Megan comes running and helps you and Claire bring the two drunken girls upstairs to the bathroom.
There you sit on the edge of the huge bathtub, puke all over, Megan next to you, and watch both girls bend over the same toilet bowl and vomit vigorously, their breasts – big or small – hanging under them and somehow not looking so desirable.
“You always hold our hair back when something like that happens,” Megan states matter-of-factly.
“Millie and you only did it once or twice in ten years. And besides, you are something special.” Your conversation is underpinned by the harmonic sounds of two gagging teenagers and the attempts of the younger McKinley to calm them down. You look at Megan and shake your head in sad and ashamed amusement.
“This is your favorite shirt, isn’t it?” she asks, pointing to the shirt that has been completly covered by the slime. You simply nod and Megan looks at you pityingly. “Come on, give it here,” she says gently and extends her hand.
“I can do it myself,” you reply like a little stubborn child, touched by the gesture on one side and a little pissed off on the other. This is really your favorite shirt. Megan laughs and you pull the shirt off your body.
“The pants and the shoes too,” she orders and you obey.
“Look at this. You can also follow orders and not just give.”
“Always a faithful soldier and servant of my queen and her princess.” You only stand in boxer shorts in the room and Susan turns to you. She wants to say something, but Claire roughly turns her back to the bowl. It is interesting to see that the little, shy sister controls her older, more reckless one. You wink at her and Claire smiles this time without blushing. Meanwhile Megan opens the door and Emma rushes into the room.
“I know I shouldn’t leave Millie alone but I thought you could need help here…” Then her eyes lay on you and she falls backwards with a soft squeak. Her glasses fall from her face in terror and she catches them with her hands only to let them jump from one hand to the other. “Sorry… I thought i-it was o-ok-kay… I d-didn’t want to…” she stammers and press the glasses back into her face with both hands. Megan and you laugh. What else can you do in such a situation?
“Calm down Emma. Take a deep breath first,” her friend orders and Emma follows. Then her cheeks become so red that you think you are facing a doubled Japanese flag.
“I just wanted to say Millie and I put the bottles away and… well… not that important.” She breaks off, but her eyes attach to your body like magnets.
“Thank you Emma. I’ll be finished soon and then I’ll come down to Millie. Can you please keep an eye on her and the fire for so long?
“O-Of course… sure…” She literally walks backwards out of the room and you almost fear that she will also fall back down the stairs. Megan only looks at you meaningfully, but your look only reveals confusion. Megan smiles and says: “I’ll explain later you fool.” It calms you that Megan is so controlled. Surely has to do with the events at noon today. Or is she happy to be close to you again? At the thought, you rub your fingers together and almost feel the warmth of your sister’s lap.
But another gagging draws your attention back to the friends of your little sister, and again to her gaze that she threw at you. You ponder this until Megan comes back into the room. She throws you a fresh set of clothes and a deodorant. Maybe it’s the look on the face of Megan, full of lust, that makes you think like that, but your gaze falls back on the three girls at the toilet. You definitely have to go back to Millie but you also smell like shit… well… vomid. And you admit the smell is disgusting. Never mind. You’re in love with your sisters, you’re going to hell anyway.
“Claire?” The girl turns to you and blushes a little when she sees you. You didn’t get dressed again. “I have to take a shower,” you say matter-of-factly.
“We’ll be done in a moment,” the girl says shyly, patting her big sister’s head. Megan looks at you questioningly because she knows the undertone in your voice.
“I’m afraid that won’t be enough. I have to get down quickly. Can you do me a favor?”
“Uh… yeah… yeah.” You smile and Megan just breathes a silent ‘WTF’. You only grin at her as you pull down your boxer shorts. Claire let her jaw drop on the ground and Megan takes a deep breath. It’s not that Megan has never seen you naked, but that was years ago. Admittedly, you feel much safer now that you are aware of your and her feelings. But this seriously just arose from the situation. A brief worrying thought comes to you that you might be pushing Megan a little, but her look becomes friendlier by the second, which makes you feel good. She wants you, so she can see you… just that, for now at least.
“What happens…” Susan asks, but with a harsh gesture you get Claire to turn her naughty sister’s head back in the toilet.
“Well, well, don’t cheat. You two wanted to know who of you can get me to undress? Claire wins because she’s the one who didn’t act like a little brat and spoiled my little sister with pornographic pictures.” You just have to say… “You two now have a time off,” you say sternly and your cock twitches as you notice how Claire lets her eyes move up and down your body… just like Megan. “Claire, you make sure the two don’t get their heads out of the toilet until I’m done?” Claire nods slowly, eyes wide. “I want an answer, young lady!” you bark, and even Megan flinches.
“Y-yes… I understand…” she mumbles, but doesn’t turn away from you.
“That’s better.” You smile at her. “Good girl. You can watch as much as you want today. But mercy to you three if you let them take a look. That’s your reward and their punishment, get it?” Again Claire nods silently and your eyes become stern again.
“Y-Yes Finn. G-Got it.” This takes you into the shower, which is attached next to the tub. You would have all space in it without problems and you can see with amusement how Megan is already taking a step towards you, but then changes her mind and holds back.
Writing Shark 