All Grown Up Ch. 02

The Brunette spent the evening with her mom. Though the reason was terrible, the timing was really good as Steven was recovering from mild heat-stroke. Lydia and Amy spoke for hours about everything and nothing, catching up and comparing notes on the sites and attractions of Europe thus far. The teen was very happy for her mom; Steven seemed to be living up to the dream her mom had thought him to be.

They separated around ten, Lydia wanting to make sure her man was OK.

Amy was barely able to contain her enthusiasm as she put her plan in place - she was going to sleep in Brit's bed, there was no way she was going to miss getting the scoop on her step-sister's mysterious behavior. The teen pointedly ignored the knot in her gut that had always warned her of danger. She was too excited, too curious and most of all just plain tired of being treated as though she was not grown up enough to know the story.

It seemed like hours passed before she could get her restless mind to sleep, and minutes before she was awoken by Brit.

"What'cha doin'in maybed?" the blonde slurred loudly.

Amy looked at the clock - it was past five in the morning! Clearing her throat and rubbing the sleep from her eyes, the young woman looked the college girl over more closely. Although only lit by the false dawn, the light was sufficient to see that Brit's little red dress was not on straight and her makeup was smudged lewdly.

"You said you'd tell me what you get up to when I return to the hotel. So, fess up," was Amy's excited inquiry. She actually made herself blush in embarrassment from how eager she sounded.

Brit scoffed. "You don't wanna know. You want to'stay a good girl an play make belief with that pool boy," she said, her voice slightly slurred from drink, but her gaze frank and open. It was a look that held pity, and Amy felt her ire building at the way Brittany looked down upon her.

The college girl seemed to be trying not to sneer, tempering her pitying gaze with one of challenge. "The thing ish, you can't learn how to be ah woman by fumbling along with that skinny little boy you have now. I'm a woman and ahm living my life like only a grown woman can. I can't tell you how to grow up, I can show you, but I don't think you're really ready. A few nights with me and you'd be a real woman and you can't change back to being a little girl again." The blonde finished her ramble, seeming to sober a bit as she spoke.

Amy was angry about the insult, but intrigued about the details that seemed to come just short of making things clear. More to the point, she wanted to argue but she had nothing to say. She had blurted "I'm not a virgin, you know!" before she could help it.

Brittany seemed genuinely shocked. "You mean that scrawny little pool boy finally gave you his meat?"

The younger girl paled. What could she say? She hadn't had sex with Sean, she'd broken her hymen when she got carried away with her mom's dildo.

The truth, at least part of it, must have been in her eyes, because Brit whooped a mocking laugh. "Way to go sis, so which stud stuck it to you instead of that geek you string along? Never mind, I'm just impressed that you're not a little girl anymore!"

Amy was furious. She was angry at herself for letting things go this far and she was angry at Brit for insulting her man. But more to the point, Brit's barbed comments about her being a little girl hit very close to home.

"You think that just because you go dancing and drinking and rubbing up against all sorts of guys that makes you a woman?" she spat out. "Fine, lets go. I'll match you all night, but you don't get to drink more than I do. Lets see if you can handle a night of partying without being slobbering drunk by morning."

Sensing a change in the young woman, Brit smiled widely. She had been ready to rip the little girl apart but instead she saw an opportunity. What this girl really needed was to get laid. If there was one thing Brittany had been doing for Amy during their nights out, it was keeping the wolves at bay. Of course she'd had to trade for the protection with her own mouth and pussy, but what a way to pay a debt!

Looking the slender brunette up and down, she smiled predatorily, "We've got a lot to do to get you ready."

Glancing out the window at the light of the gathering dawn, Amy squinted up at her step-sister. "What do you mean?" Surely the girl wasn't planning on going out now?

"First, thing this afternoon I'm taking you shopping. Then I am going to show you how a real woman parties." Brit's gaze was practically giddy, her bloodshot eyes clearly dancing even in the greyish early morning light. "Get back to sleep, you're going to need it."

That afternoon, the girls returned with several bags each, but all were dumped onto the teen's bed. Amy now owned several coordinating "outfits," if outfits was a suitable description for the tiny, clingy tops and 'broad belt' skirts that Brit favored for her own wardrobe. She also had some more stylish, matching shoes which were higher heeled, but made for comfort as well. Amy was blown away by how much Brit had spent on her and was starting to wonder if that knot in her gut might have been right.

After eating with the 'rents - Steven was in much better spirits, but still restricted to taking it easy - the girls returned to their room to put on their war paint and prepare for a battle of wills. Would Amy be able to last through a night of dirty dancing? Would Brit be able to keep from drinking herself stupid? The teen was confident that she was going to make the blonde admit that she was just having sex with the giant Spaniard and what was the big deal about that?

Thoughts of her step-sister, of the flashes she had of the older girl having sex, of her getting caught in the shower, and most of all, thoughts of how she was going to see what Brit really did kept the teen's heart thudding along with her nerves.

Makeup and prep took them less than an hour. Amy was blushing so much that the light makeup was unnecessary. The 'dress,' if that's what Brit called it, hardly concealed anything on the long-legged, but small-chested girl. She didn't have the older girls big tits, but what she had were molded and practically exposed by the slinky, clingy material of the tube-top. The micro "skirt" only served to further accent how slim her hips were while practically outlining every curve of her fantastic little ass. The real purpose was to flash a lot of skin as they danced. Amy almost balked at the one rule Brit had insisted upon: no underwear. Squaring her bare shoulders, the teen wiggled her bikini briefs down her long legs and glared at the blonde. They were ready to go.

Standing at the entrance to the now familiar upscale club, the two women practically stopped everyone in their tracks. The younger woman was tall, dark, lithe sensuality next to Brit's short bright, voluptuous sexuality. Their bodies were showcased in their slinky outfits and the blonde hadn't taken two steps before she was introducing Amy to her 'friend,' Carlos. The trio headed to the dance floor where the teen was quickly surrounded by suitors.

Amy never thought past the dancing. She never considered that Brit wasn't full of talk. They danced for about an hour before they went for drinks. Another hour and another round later, Amy realized that the fruity concoctions were making her head swim. Drawing close to her 'sis,' Amy indicated that they were done drinking for now. Brit shrugged her shoulders in acceptance, turning back to a lip-lock with Carlos.

The young woman was enjoying the night so far, she was trying to pace herself and was glad to feel the alarm go off. She was hot and there was an endless stream of guys hitting on her. Oddly enough, Brit wouldn't let any of them stay long, somehow getting a new partner to move in without getting the famous Latin tempers flaring.

All through the night Amy had been careful not to let too much touching happen. Sure they were "dirty dancing," but she wouldn't let the men cup her breast or move their hand up her tiny skirt. She was a good girl and would not cross the line. That the line seemed to blur the longer she danced seemed to slip from the brunettes grasp.

Midnight came and went and Brittany cajoled the teen into another round. When her step-sister brought back their drinks, they seemed made of a bit stronger stuff - less fruity and more rum, and something else a bit sour that made Amy pucker.

The blonde laughed at her, telling her not to make that face or someone would get ideas.

Finally, Britt seemed to settle upon a guy that she would allow to stay and dance with Amy. The college girl was practically engulfed by the massive Carlos as he pawed and pulled at her smaller body. By contrast, the man that Brit approved of was even height to her six-foot-in-heels. He was dark featured, with a bronzed face and chiseled body that made Amy think of a movie with the Greek gods. It was a porn movie, she realized with a smirk. She was feeling so horny!

The four of them danced like mad, the pulse of the music pounding into Amy's skull, the rhythm driving her body into the one pressed against her.

Her vision seemed to spin a bit; all around she could see dark sweaty bodies, even the blondes were deeply tanned. Her own tan was so much lighter that she stood out almost as much as the pale-skinned goddess.

She turned to look at Brittany, who was all but fucking the brutishly large man. The blonde laughed as she watched the younger fellow Amy was with play with her ass, squeezing her cheeks and causing the teen's blood to surge. She swatted the man's hands away, and Brittany gave her a disappointed look.

Soon another man joined Amy, and when Brit didn't chase him off, the teen found herself in a gyrating man sandwich, her body grinding this way and that, her blood felt like it was on fire. The second fellow was a stronger built, though shorter man, perhaps 5' 8" but with broad shoulders and a full, thick black beard.

She was jarred from her mindless gyrations by the way that the bronze god behind her had forced her sex against his thigh. The contact had lit something inside her and she met his smile with a drunken leer. The next hour was one long series of build-up and climaxes as she humped, and was humped by, the pair of men who seemed dedicated to her pleasure. She'd never been so turned on in her entire life!

Her tits were getting a little sore, the man in front was really rough with her nipples, and her buzz was wearing off so she thought she'd hunt down Brit to go back to the room. It took a few moments of concentration to make out the time on her wrist. Surely three thirty was late enough?

It took even longer to disengage herself from the boys... ahem, men. She looked around expecting to find the blonde close by. Her vision seemed a bit... tilty, and she was glad for the press of bodies that likely kept her from falling over. The loss of control seemed to sharpen her desire to get out, but she was stuck till she found her step-sister.

Only she couldn't find Brit anywhere. She tried getting one of her very attentive dance partners to help, but neither spoke English. It was getting more than a little frustrating having to bat their hands away from her ass and tits, all while straining her eyes through the murky dark club hoping to catch a glimpse of her hair in the strobes.

Finally, her bronze god pointed towards some stairs, leading her gently by the arm through the throng.

Making her way up the stairs she found a hall. It took two rather embarrassing mistakes before she opened the correct private room, and she finally found Brit, or at least she thought she did. The light was horrible, the only illumination was the flashes and strobes from the dance floor muted by dark glass that covered one wall.

Finally, a set of low lights was turned on along the floor by the glass. Amy had no idea how this happened, but was far too distracted to think about it. Brit was definitely here, sitting with her legs spread on a bench in a large alcove. Her tiny white skirt was hiked up around her waist, but her crotch wasn't the color of her thighs or her dress. It took a moment for Amy to figure out that what she was seeing was the back of a guys head between the blondes thighs. The look of pure bliss on the older girls face made Amy blush and stammer. Not that Brit heard her.

While the teen stood there in a drunken, shocked stupor she became vaguely aware that a guy had begun grinding on her ass. She was captivated as watched Brittany clutch the big man's head, a fierce look upon her face, then slump backwards. The man stood, pulled out his rather long yet half-hard dick and leaned forward into the blonde's face.

Brittany seemed momentarily shocked as the cock head pushed against her lips, and for a moment Amy thought she was going to have to try to help the older girl. But then, in the next moment, the dick was gone, slurped into Brit's mouth with a suddenness that seemed to shock the man as much as Amy.

The teen felt her pussy flood with juice at the erotic image before her, and she was pressing back against the man's crotch without even realizing it. The feeling of her nipples being strummed caused her to gasp, but she couldn't tear her eyes from the spectacle of Brittany's oral talents.

She watched Brit take the whole thing into her mouth, stroke after stroke. It lengthened and thickened, making it the largest dick Amy had ever seen in real life. Still, Brit kept plunging her mouth onto it, until, even in the dim light, Amy could see the older girl's throat bulging obscenely as the big man thrust his way past her smeared lipstick. She wasn't sure, the angle was a not quite right, but the teen thought perhaps Brit was looking at Amy with a smile as she sucked the huge cock into her mouth.

Once the brute realized that Brit had established a rhythm of sucking him into her throat, he wove his fingers into her yellow tresses and held on. Only a few minutes passed before the large man cried out, and Brit pulled back and started jacking the guys' long dick into her mouth, but never took it all the way out. The look Brit had when she swallowed showed that she clearly enjoyed what she was doing. When their eyes met for sure this time, Amy could hardly believe the bright-eyed, energetic blonde had been replaced by this half-lidded, sensual creature that continued to take the man's dick into her mouth with obvious relish.

The teen had seen many BJ videos and was shocked when she realized that the man wasn't getting that much smaller; in fact, Brit seemed to be getting him hard again. The brush of a hand against her upper thigh made her go rigid but the challenge in Brit's eyes held her steady. The teen wanted to see what happened next.

When Brit motioned Amy forward, the young woman hesitated. Someone pushed her from behind and Amy found herself leaning on the bench next to the blonde. Her eyes were riveted to the massive snake sticking out of the man's jeans even as the older girl grabbed Amy and planted a big wet kiss on her lips, thrusting her tongue into the younger girl's mouth.

The taste was so strange, salty, with a vaguely metallic after taste. But even drunk, Amy could not believe Brit had kissed her! Her libido was shooting higher even as her conscience was getting drowned in a deluge of hormones and ecstasy.

Leaning in to speak into her ear, Brittany's voice held an obvious smile. "What do you think?"

Amy didn't know what to think, she tried to stand and found the two guys she had been dancing with in the way.

"I know you think you're not ready, but don't go, not yet. Let me satisfy my friend first, OK?"

Turning to the men, Brit spoke in French and the two guys seemed to take a station on either side of the brunette.

Turning to look the young woman in the eyes, Brit spoke loud enough for everyone near to hear. "Amy, I'm taking care of your men, but you have to watch, or you'll be staying in hotels all over the Med while I sneak out to enjoy life whether you cover me or not." Seeing Amy give a slight nod, she cupped the younger woman's face. "You won't have to do anything, but I want you to watch what you missing out on if you won't be part of it yourself."

Amy could hardly argue. First of all, the guy that had her wrapped in his arms was her bronzed god dance partner. He held her close in an iron grip, but he smelled amazing and was rubbing her back in comforting circles. Second, she couldn't quite remember why she should argue. Every nerve ending seemed to be screaming for release, her thighs were soaked with her juices, her Lycra mini-dress not doing anything to absorb the copious fluids that flowed from her aching pussy.

So Amy readily sat back when the bronze god pulled her down. They watched as Brit stood up and patted the bench next to the brunette. The big man sat down and had barely settled into place, his prick sticking straight up, before Brit leaned backwards onto him and sunk her pussy straight down onto his cock. The man promptly grabbed her pale hips and began pounding into her like a jackhammer.

Amy could only watch in awe as her step-sister not only took the hard fucking, but motioned for the other of the younger girl's paramours to come forward. As with the first BJ, Brit had this guys prick out and into her mouth in moments. This one didn't last long either, and in short order Brit was motioning for her bronze god to get his turn. Amy found herself displaced as her gorgeous suitor set her aside for a real woman.

At least, that was the thought that flashed through the teen's mind as she watched. She was fascinated and not just a little jealous. Brittany writhed in orgasm upon one meaty dick even as she swallowed the much more reasonably-sized prick that Amy had moments ago felt pushing against her own aching pussy.

The teen wasn't left alone for long, not that she could have gone anywhere as high as she was, but she was easily pulled into the stocky man's lap and together they watched the spectacle unfold.

Brittany lost control of her blowjob as she arched her back and cried out in ecstasy, her lover pulling her back by a handful of her long blond hair. The man thrusting his cock into her suddenly roared - not unlike the bulls the family had seen earlier that day - and the man was obviously unleashing his second load into the blonde's quivering depths. The two writhed together for a few more moments while a few feet away the teen felt tremors from mini-orgasms wrack her frame just from watching the scene.

Amy felt hands groping her bare breasts and it felt amazing; her nipples were always sensitive and yet this man played with her areola and even stroked her modest tit-flesh. The visual overload kept every bit of stimulus at it's peak and the teen watched in wonder as cum and pussy juices ran down the older woman's thighs when she finally stood.

The young woman had mixed feelings as she thought that the show was over, but then she realized that the second guy - her bronze god - hadn't cum yet. However, Brit wasn't leaving; she was leaning over and sucking the big guy's big cock back into her mouth not seconds after he had come in her snatch!

This left the college girl's ass in the air, and bronze god didn't hesitate to thrust his long cock into the blondes sopping hole. Amy watched in wonder as a fresh stream of cum ran down the older girl's shapely thighs.

While she was aware that there were hands rubbing her own thighs now, Amy had no thought but watching as the man who had been so attentive to her for the last few hours now stared her right in the eyes even as he plowed into her friend.

Amy was vaguely aware of the man rubbing against her inner thighs even as he ground his cock into her ass. It was through clothes, she was still safe. Though she was having a harder time remembering why that was important, especially with another set of tremors building below her belly.