At around seven, my friend Jenny called me and told me that her parents were out of town so she was throwing a party over at her house. I didn't want ...o go too badly, but I decided I needed to get away from the house and my Ryan-related troubles. So later that night, I walked over to Jenny's, already a little drunk from pregaming with some tequila. It was only 10:00, but the party was already pretty crowded. Tons of people were there, including- dammit- my little brother. He was feeling up some. You are drawn to his eyes. Strong eyes. Maybe they aren’t pewter. It’s Levis. His eyes are the color of faded denim. Transparent eyes. With that your eyes drop down and brush across the faded Levis cutoffs that he wears. Against your will they roam along the seams that run down his legs. Between his legs. The seams are worn. And tight. Your heart is beating. Just a little faster. You are drawn back to his eyes. Are his eyes really searching yours? ‘Pretty bad storm,’ he says. You watch him for. I heard an alarm bell go off somewhere in the back of my mind, but ignored it. What a strange thing for one woman to say about another.Sarah was wearing a silk blouse that was obviously top quality, very shear, pale blue, and devoid of excess material. As she spun around, I could see no signs of a bra strap across her back, but given her sister's absence of breasts, that did not surprise me. The slacks that she wore also came with no unnecessary material; she appeared to be poured into them.. Suddenly I'm feeling very satisfied and much more relaxed. And my sister sits up, licks her lips and swallows, grinning like the proverbial cat that ate the equally proverbial canary."Good morning, sis. Come on, scoot forward and put your pussy over my face so I can return the wakeup call." And so I do.After breakfast (we both decided to dispense with clothing for the day) I reluctantly share my homework situation with Anna. Who, by the way, has managed to finish her's on Friday as she is not.