14-12-2024, 03:39 PM
Olivia hadn't had a steady boyfriend for a long while now, but for some reason had let her college friends believe that she'd had one back home all summer long. I was shaking my head, smiling slightly, wondering why Olivia hadn't simply told the truth. But I knew, being in a similar situation, that it wasn't all that easy for college students to admit that we were single. Olivia didn't completely fall apart on the phone, nor did she begin crying in earnest. But it was clear that she was feeling bad. Really bad.
Soon though, it became evident that her loneliness wasn't the real problem. There was a big party coming up next week and everybody would be accompanied. This was a really big thing in her faculty, and it would be strange if her boyfriend didn't show up. Olivia finally asked me if one of my friends would accept to play the role of her boyfriend for the night. My immediate reply was "Yes, of course!"
But then, as I thought about it, most of my friends were in steady relationships this semester. Alex would probably jump at the chance to play Olivia's boyfriend, but his jealous girlfriend would probably have a fit. Five minutes later, I could hear Olivia cracking up again at the thought of not even being able to have a fake boyfriend.
But then I spontaneously said what neither of us had even considered "Well, I could do it!"
"What? Play my boyfriend?"
"I'm sure it will be very weird, but we're not talking about a week-end in a motel, or share a bed... Just an evening of dancing in public. And judging by what you said earlier, it's going to be a rather formal thing, so nothing to worry about, right?"
Olivia paused, then said "Are you sure?"
"Why not? Isn't that what big brothers are for?" I asked.
"Playing at being their little sister's boyfriends?" Olivia replied, laughing.
"No silly! Helping their little sisters, whatever the reason!" I laughed with her.
A few minutes later we hung up, and I was still smiling. I was glad that I had found a way to avert a crisis for my sister, and it would probably do me good to spend an evening dancing. Even if it was with my sister. We both enjoyed dancing and I knew she was a pretty good dancer. It had been a while since I had, so I looked forward to it. We were past the age where Olivia's friends would force us to kiss or worse, so nothing could go wrong. Right?
Well, nothing did go wrong until Olivia and me moved outside with a group of her friends. And got slightly drunk. The simple plan of a nice and rare evening of dancing with my sister changed. Everything had gone smoothly until that point and nobody suspected a thing. Olivia's facebook profile didn't have a single picture of me, and she had never gone around showing my picture for no reason. So we were pretty safe. Sure we spent more time holding each other's hands and dancing very close during that night than during the last few years combined, but so what?
In fact, as the evening turned into night, I had to admit that this night of dancing with my sister was one of the best nights I'd had in months. Not only was it fun, it was great. Before college separated us, Olivia and I had danced together quite a lot, practicing the steps we had learned at our respective colleges. But once I moved away during the fall and winter, we didn't have that connection and our relationship withered. But tonight, it seemed like all the habits and patterns we had developed as brother and sister through the years had evaporated. I was having fun just talking with my sister-girlfriend, was having a blast dancing with her and, I had to admit as well, looking at her.
When I had picked her up at her apartment she had already been wearing her evening gown. Two things became immediately evident. First, it was a dancing gown. I knew that for most people there, the dancing part was not important. But I was really glad to see that my sister intended to dance. But second, Olivia was hot. Raging hot. I was actually shocked. After a few minutes of looking at her and stealing unbrotherly glances, I couldn't detect any physical changes. It didn't look like she had lost weight or started going to the gym. But damn! I definitely felt lucky.
Spending the entire night dancing with my sister in great dancing form and full feminine bloom was truly enjoyable. At one point I got lost in the moment and slapped her ass after she completed a great spin move. I froze immediately, but laughed as she shot me a brilliant grin. At the beginning of the evening, we wordlessly agreed to skip the slow dances, but by eleven, we actively sought each other out in the crowd if we weren't already side-by-side. For the past two weeks, I had thought about this evening as nothing but a generous, but boring, way to help my sister with her peculiar plan. By midnight, as I was leaving the great room with a bunch of Olivia's friends, I was extremely glad to have been wrong.
And that's when things changed. Sitting on the clean grass, well away from the hall, the group was finally finding some quiet to enjoy the night. Olivia and I had spent so much time dancing that we hadn't drunk too much. Not so for her friends. Most of them, Olivia's four friends and their dates, were already pretty drunk. Holding Olivia's hand in my own, I didn't think too much about it and joined the drinking. Following my lead, so did Olivia. The mere fact of being tipsy could have sparked some awkward situations for our fake couple, but probably nothing serious. A truth or dare game which began before either of us could even try to say no, well, that was an altogether different thing.
"Let's start easy. When was the first time you kissed?" asked Jenny to Christopher.
He replied "That's easy. Truth. Under the bridge right behind us, last year at Halloween. Now, Mark, are you and Ginger already having anal sex?"
At that question, six people burst into laughter, including Christopher, Mark and Ginger, two people froze with their mouths opened, and Olivia and I squeezed each other's hand hard. Clearly, this wasn't going to be a PG13 kind of game. And Mark made it pretty clear. "Fuck off! Dare!"
"Really?" asked Christopher. "Ok then. Kneel behind Ginger and grab both her breasts in front of us. I wanna see these puppies dance!" Most of the group laughed again, and I saw that even Olivia was laughing. Wasn't she aware that soon it would be our turn? Shit!
As Mark executed the dare, and Ginger didn't seem all that phased about it, I began to understand that Olivia's friends were quite open about sex. And maybe that was why her being single was an issue. In any case, it would not help us now. Then again, seeing Ginger's "puppies" dancing was quite a sight and it stirred my cock. High spirits, slightly drunk edge and great breasts dancing? More than enough for long-time abstinent guy.
The questions, answers and dares passed around and even though Olivia and I got a big share since nobody knew me, the siblings decided to play it safe and always give true answers. Well, false true answers, of course. We were making our stories up as we went along, and, of course, got teased about it. One of the girls had no top at this point and one of the guys had shown his erect cock to the group. Olivia and I, truth freaks, had been spared and the others had begun to notice. We probably could have endured the teasing and kept going though.
Sadly, at one point I forgot about one of our previous lies and told something that made it clear that I had been lying. Ginger and Jenny stood up and screamed "Liar!" pretty loudly. Olivia was laughing hard, probably a bit drunker than she had realized. Jenny, the pretty and small-boned blonde who had asked the question, said "It's now time for a dare!" Kneeling in front of me, she leaned in very close and said "Afraid of what aunty Jenny will ask you to do?"
"No, give it your best shot!" was my reply. It was what I would have said in any other truth or dare game, but I bit my tongue as I realized it may not have been the best option here and now.
"Oooh... Confident aren't we?" was Jenny's slightly slurred reply. "Well then, take that top off, I wanna see those pecks and abs of yours..."
I was glad. I was afraid she would have made Olivia and I kiss. Hopefully nobody had noticed that we hadn't. I got up and even made a little strip show out of it, and noticed that Olivia was clapping and laughing with the other girls.
"Damn Olivia!" still Jenny. "Lucky girl you! Wow! And look at that, em... hump there!" she said, looking at my crotch where my obvious erection was tenting my pants. While everybody laughed, Olivia got up and rubbed my chest and abs, even going slightly under my belt, which made everybody laugh even more. Jenny said "Wo there cowgirl, wait 'til you get him in bed!"
I was glad the focus of attention was shifted away from me again. But shit was I hard! Hard and excited. And with no prospect of relief tonight. A few minutes later, when asked about their first meeting, Olivia refused to reply. Later she would tell I that it was because she didn't want to say that it happened 20 years ago, not realizing that she could simply have lied. Christopher, whose busty girlfriend confirmed that he liked large breasts, began by asking Olivia to remove her top. But before she could, Ginger said "Hey! I haven't seen these two kiss all night long!" After everybody corroborated, Christopher reluctantly agreed to change my dare. "Kiss your boyfriend for God's sake!"
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MrIllusion
MrIllusion
Soon though, it became evident that her loneliness wasn't the real problem. There was a big party coming up next week and everybody would be accompanied. This was a really big thing in her faculty, and it would be strange if her boyfriend didn't show up. Olivia finally asked me if one of my friends would accept to play the role of her boyfriend for the night. My immediate reply was "Yes, of course!"
But then, as I thought about it, most of my friends were in steady relationships this semester. Alex would probably jump at the chance to play Olivia's boyfriend, but his jealous girlfriend would probably have a fit. Five minutes later, I could hear Olivia cracking up again at the thought of not even being able to have a fake boyfriend.
But then I spontaneously said what neither of us had even considered "Well, I could do it!"
"What? Play my boyfriend?"
"I'm sure it will be very weird, but we're not talking about a week-end in a motel, or share a bed... Just an evening of dancing in public. And judging by what you said earlier, it's going to be a rather formal thing, so nothing to worry about, right?"
Olivia paused, then said "Are you sure?"
"Why not? Isn't that what big brothers are for?" I asked.
"Playing at being their little sister's boyfriends?" Olivia replied, laughing.
"No silly! Helping their little sisters, whatever the reason!" I laughed with her.
A few minutes later we hung up, and I was still smiling. I was glad that I had found a way to avert a crisis for my sister, and it would probably do me good to spend an evening dancing. Even if it was with my sister. We both enjoyed dancing and I knew she was a pretty good dancer. It had been a while since I had, so I looked forward to it. We were past the age where Olivia's friends would force us to kiss or worse, so nothing could go wrong. Right?
Well, nothing did go wrong until Olivia and me moved outside with a group of her friends. And got slightly drunk. The simple plan of a nice and rare evening of dancing with my sister changed. Everything had gone smoothly until that point and nobody suspected a thing. Olivia's facebook profile didn't have a single picture of me, and she had never gone around showing my picture for no reason. So we were pretty safe. Sure we spent more time holding each other's hands and dancing very close during that night than during the last few years combined, but so what?
In fact, as the evening turned into night, I had to admit that this night of dancing with my sister was one of the best nights I'd had in months. Not only was it fun, it was great. Before college separated us, Olivia and I had danced together quite a lot, practicing the steps we had learned at our respective colleges. But once I moved away during the fall and winter, we didn't have that connection and our relationship withered. But tonight, it seemed like all the habits and patterns we had developed as brother and sister through the years had evaporated. I was having fun just talking with my sister-girlfriend, was having a blast dancing with her and, I had to admit as well, looking at her.
When I had picked her up at her apartment she had already been wearing her evening gown. Two things became immediately evident. First, it was a dancing gown. I knew that for most people there, the dancing part was not important. But I was really glad to see that my sister intended to dance. But second, Olivia was hot. Raging hot. I was actually shocked. After a few minutes of looking at her and stealing unbrotherly glances, I couldn't detect any physical changes. It didn't look like she had lost weight or started going to the gym. But damn! I definitely felt lucky.
Spending the entire night dancing with my sister in great dancing form and full feminine bloom was truly enjoyable. At one point I got lost in the moment and slapped her ass after she completed a great spin move. I froze immediately, but laughed as she shot me a brilliant grin. At the beginning of the evening, we wordlessly agreed to skip the slow dances, but by eleven, we actively sought each other out in the crowd if we weren't already side-by-side. For the past two weeks, I had thought about this evening as nothing but a generous, but boring, way to help my sister with her peculiar plan. By midnight, as I was leaving the great room with a bunch of Olivia's friends, I was extremely glad to have been wrong.
And that's when things changed. Sitting on the clean grass, well away from the hall, the group was finally finding some quiet to enjoy the night. Olivia and I had spent so much time dancing that we hadn't drunk too much. Not so for her friends. Most of them, Olivia's four friends and their dates, were already pretty drunk. Holding Olivia's hand in my own, I didn't think too much about it and joined the drinking. Following my lead, so did Olivia. The mere fact of being tipsy could have sparked some awkward situations for our fake couple, but probably nothing serious. A truth or dare game which began before either of us could even try to say no, well, that was an altogether different thing.
"Let's start easy. When was the first time you kissed?" asked Jenny to Christopher.
He replied "That's easy. Truth. Under the bridge right behind us, last year at Halloween. Now, Mark, are you and Ginger already having anal sex?"
At that question, six people burst into laughter, including Christopher, Mark and Ginger, two people froze with their mouths opened, and Olivia and I squeezed each other's hand hard. Clearly, this wasn't going to be a PG13 kind of game. And Mark made it pretty clear. "Fuck off! Dare!"
"Really?" asked Christopher. "Ok then. Kneel behind Ginger and grab both her breasts in front of us. I wanna see these puppies dance!" Most of the group laughed again, and I saw that even Olivia was laughing. Wasn't she aware that soon it would be our turn? Shit!
As Mark executed the dare, and Ginger didn't seem all that phased about it, I began to understand that Olivia's friends were quite open about sex. And maybe that was why her being single was an issue. In any case, it would not help us now. Then again, seeing Ginger's "puppies" dancing was quite a sight and it stirred my cock. High spirits, slightly drunk edge and great breasts dancing? More than enough for long-time abstinent guy.
The questions, answers and dares passed around and even though Olivia and I got a big share since nobody knew me, the siblings decided to play it safe and always give true answers. Well, false true answers, of course. We were making our stories up as we went along, and, of course, got teased about it. One of the girls had no top at this point and one of the guys had shown his erect cock to the group. Olivia and I, truth freaks, had been spared and the others had begun to notice. We probably could have endured the teasing and kept going though.
Sadly, at one point I forgot about one of our previous lies and told something that made it clear that I had been lying. Ginger and Jenny stood up and screamed "Liar!" pretty loudly. Olivia was laughing hard, probably a bit drunker than she had realized. Jenny, the pretty and small-boned blonde who had asked the question, said "It's now time for a dare!" Kneeling in front of me, she leaned in very close and said "Afraid of what aunty Jenny will ask you to do?"
"No, give it your best shot!" was my reply. It was what I would have said in any other truth or dare game, but I bit my tongue as I realized it may not have been the best option here and now.
"Oooh... Confident aren't we?" was Jenny's slightly slurred reply. "Well then, take that top off, I wanna see those pecks and abs of yours..."
I was glad. I was afraid she would have made Olivia and I kiss. Hopefully nobody had noticed that we hadn't. I got up and even made a little strip show out of it, and noticed that Olivia was clapping and laughing with the other girls.
"Damn Olivia!" still Jenny. "Lucky girl you! Wow! And look at that, em... hump there!" she said, looking at my crotch where my obvious erection was tenting my pants. While everybody laughed, Olivia got up and rubbed my chest and abs, even going slightly under my belt, which made everybody laugh even more. Jenny said "Wo there cowgirl, wait 'til you get him in bed!"
I was glad the focus of attention was shifted away from me again. But shit was I hard! Hard and excited. And with no prospect of relief tonight. A few minutes later, when asked about their first meeting, Olivia refused to reply. Later she would tell I that it was because she didn't want to say that it happened 20 years ago, not realizing that she could simply have lied. Christopher, whose busty girlfriend confirmed that he liked large breasts, began by asking Olivia to remove her top. But before she could, Ginger said "Hey! I haven't seen these two kiss all night long!" After everybody corroborated, Christopher reluctantly agreed to change my dare. "Kiss your boyfriend for God's sake!"
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MrIllusion
MrIllusion
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