"Wonder Woman" Takes it in the Ass

It was already pretty late when we started, so I wasn't surprised that they were both ready for bed after the movie ended. What did surprise me was the way my sister pulled me to my feet and gave me a tight hug, holding my body against hers for a long moment.

Then she shocked me by kissing me softly on the lips—we had never kissed like that before.

"Thanks, Bobby," she murmured afterward. "That was really nice. Sweet dreams."

"Sweet dreams, Karen," I replied. I didn't know what else to say.

My sister slipped from me and her left hand turned me to face Sherry as she stood up from the couch. Then Sherry was in my arms, looking surprised as we hugged for the first time. I was equally surprised, and I was embarrassed to realize I was hard and she had to be able to feel it. I pulled my hips back self-consciously, but that put my face closer to hers and then we were kissing.

No tongues or anything, but it was nice to feel her soft lips against mine. We both murmured a soft "sorry" after we broke off the kiss, and then we shared a guilty smile. I felt like I needed to say something to her, but I could have chosen my words better.

"I thought you looked amazing in that costume," I blurted.

As soon as I said it, I felt my face get hot with embarrassment, but she just laughed softly and kissed me again.

"Thanks," she replied. She chuckled and added, "Maybe I should wear it for you."

I was too tongue-tied to reply, but my sister stepped in at that point and saved me from embarrassing myself further. She cleared her throat and we both looked over at her.

"Sherry, mind if I talk to you for a minute?" she asked.

"Sure!" Sherry replied with a smile.

They walked around the couch and into my sister's room, and Karen turned to grace me with another smile.

"Good night, Bobby," she said.

"Good night," I replied, but they had already pushed the door closed.

Well, most of the way closed. I sat down and shook my head, and tried to figure out what to do. I was far too keyed up to fall asleep, and a glance down at my lap made me groan. Jesus, I was pitching a tent in those shorts! I wondered how they could have missed it, but what I should have realized was that they hadn't. It was me who had missed it when they had seen my dick bulging out the front of my shorts obscenely halfway through the movie.

I pushed my dick down the left leg of my shorts and started flipping through channels. I didn't feel like watching television, really, but I figured I would see what was on. I turned the volume all the way down so I didn't have to listen to the commercials as I flipped through channel after channel. Then I stopped and turned my head, straining to hear their conversation after I caught one little bit.

"I thought you said he gave you what you wanted?" my sister asked.

"I thought so too!" Sherry replied. "I'm so confused right now."

"Wait," my sister said, so softly I could barely hear her, "We are talking about the same thing, right?"

"Yes. I did exactly what you said. I wasn't wearing panties, and I had lubed up ahead of time. I had that butt plug you gave me..."

My eyes shot open at that revelation, and I swallowed heavily, so I missed the rest of what Sherry said. What had my mind reeling was that my sister even owned a butt plug. For a fleeting moment my mind insisted on going there—picturing my sister with a horny expression as she reached back to insert that slick metal plug into her shapely ass. I shook my head, feeling guilty for even thinking such a thing. It took another minute for me to manage to hear my sister gasp.

"Jesus! You know what? I think it wasn't Darren! I think someone else came in there, found you like that, and just—"

"Oh God no!" Sherry groaned. I could easily picture her clapping her hands over her mouth in horror. "That's so fucked up! Don't even say that, Karen!"

"Well, you've got to admit; it makes more sense than Darren leaving and then coming back to take you like that. Jesus, that's hot. I wonder who it could have been?"

"Oh, dear God, do you think it was Mark?"

"No. He wasn't there, remember? He and Allison had that thing at her parents' house."

I heard Sherry blow out a relieved breath, and then they quietly discussed several other guys they knew. Some of them had been at the party, but they tentatively ruled out most of them over the next fifteen minutes. When I heard my sister suck in a sharp breath, I had a sinking feeling in my stomach. Somehow I just knew she had figured out that it was me.

I know, it's immature as all hell, but I turned off the television and quickly spread the blanket over my body. I wanted to act like I was asleep in case they came charging out to confront me. I don't know why, but it felt like I would seem more innocent if I were somehow sleeping when they figured it out. I closed my eyes and tried to breathe slowly and evenly.

After that, I could feel how tight the muscles in my shoulders and neck were and made an effort to relax them. If it looked like I was flexing in my sleep, they weren't going to buy it. Once I managed to relax my shoulders, several other muscle groups in my neck, back, and legs gradually uncoiled and let me breathe easier. I thought I heard soft footsteps approaching, and hoped they would buy my act.

I managed not to flinch when I felt warm breath on my cheek. My sister gave me a soft peck on the cheek, and whispered, "Sweet dreams, Bobby." Then she padded away, and I heard her door close. After that, I heard their soft voices continuing their conversation for several more minutes but I could no longer make out their words.

* * *

It shocked me that I had fallen asleep, but I had done such a great job of systematically relaxing all my muscles that I had drifted off. When I woke up in the morning, there was already bright sunshine streaming into the room. After a minute of my eyes fluttering open and taking in my surroundings, I sat bolt upright on the couch and looked around in alarm.

Both bedroom doors were closed. I glanced down at my arms, like I was looking for stab wounds, and I recall thinking, Well, at least they didn't kill me in my sleep. As I reviewed last night's events in my mind, I wasn't entirely sure that was a good thing. Maybe I would have been better off if they'd killed me in my sleep.

I had a horrible sense of foreboding, like I was doomed to pay a heavy price for what I had done.

My sister had figured it out. I was certain of it. What I didn't know now was whether she had told Sherry or not. I figured she had to be mad at me for taking advantage of her roommate and friend that way. As I worked through it in my mind, though, I realized it could have been a lot worse. If Karen had revealed to Sherry what I had done, and she'd been outraged enough to call the police, I would not have gotten the chance to sleep through the night. I would already be in jail.

I figured I was at least a little ahead in the ballgame, so to speak, as I made my way into the bathroom to start my morning routine. I was still brushing my teeth when Sherry came stumbling in. It was evident she'd sweated slightly in her sleep from the way that white undershirt was plastered to her massive tits. I could see her nipples and areoles clearly, and she immediately noticed me staring.

"Oh!" she breathed, covering her breasts with her left forearm. "I totally forgot you were here. Mind if I use the bathroom real quick?"

I spat out my toothpaste and quickly rinsed out my mouth. "No problem," I replied.

We both shivered as I tried to sidestep past her. My "morning wood" had brushed right across her pubic mound. I closed the bathroom door as soon as I stepped out, and I retreated to the couch so I could cover my obvious boner with the blanket. After a dozen seconds of slow breathing I knew I wasn't going soft anytime soon. I just couldn't stop picturing Sherry's incredible body.

I figured it would be a smart idea to put on some snug underpants beneath my shorts, and maybe to find some heavier shorts that would do a better job of concealing the blatant erections I kept getting around Sherry—and my sister! I reminded myself. I got up and shook my head as I pulled my overnight bag onto the couch and selected cargo shorts, boxer-briefs and a fresh t-shirt. I had already put on deodorant before I brushed my teeth, so I figured I could go ahead and change my t-shirt.

Naturally, Sherry emerged from the bathroom just after I had whipped off the shirt I had slept in. I heard her gasp, "Oh!" and looked over to see her feasting her eyes on me. All I had on were those thin, gray workout shorts, and they did nothing to hide my completely hard dick. I contained a groan, but realized it wasn't my crotch that held her attention at that moment; she was looking up and down my chest and abdomen and practically panting. Her eyes widened even further when she finally noticed the tent in the front of my shorts.

I watched her breasts heave with arousal, and that only made me harder. Her nipples were completely hard and pushed out more than half an inch against the tightly-clinging fabric of her white undershirt. I was a little embarrassed to be caught this scantily clad and with such an obvious boner, but I couldn't take my eyes off of Sherry or think clearly enough to put that shirt on.

We stood and stared at each other for several seconds until our eyes met, and then we both blushed and smiled. I finally managed to pull my t-shirt on over my head, and Sherry turned and let out a soft gasp when she noticed how obvious her nipples were. She covered her chest again and scampered into her bedroom. As soon as I had pushed my head through the neck opening of my shirt, my eyes automatically settled on the tight globes of Sherry's ass.

They were only partially covered by her undershirt, and she was wearing that tiny pink thong I had caught glimpses of the night before. Only now she was no longer wearing shorts over it. That tiny wisp of cloth disappeared between her shapely cheeks, and it gave me an amazing view.

I was mortified to hear the lusty groan that came out of my throat, but I couldn't help it. Damn, her ass looked incredible! Sherry turned her head and looked over her shoulder at me, and she saw where I was looking. She also couldn't miss the way my hard dick lurched up in my shorts. I watched her shiver as she swallowed heavily, and she hesitated a long moment before she reached over and pushed her bedroom door closed behind her.

I was shaking as I made my way back into the bathroom. I pulled that t-shirt off again and washed my face in the sink, splashing cold water over my face three times to try to calm down. After I dried my face and changed into the boxer-briefs, t-shirt and cargo shorts, I was relieved to see that my dick was far less obvious. Just as I prepared to leave, there was a soft tapping at the door.

I opened the door and gave my sister a grin as I slid past her and let her in. I returned to the couch and put away my overnight bag, and then I put the shorts and shirt I had worn to sleep in into a plastic shopping bag along with my other dirty clothes. After clearing that stuff out of the way, I folded up the blanket I had been using and laid it across the back of the couch before sitting down and turning on the television.

The kitchen was just past Sherry's bedroom door. When I walked out there to look for something to eat, I couldn't help but stop just outside her door. She was moaning, and that was what initially drew my attention. I swallowed hard when I heard rapid, rhythmic, wet sounds accompanying those moans. I couldn't help but picture her pushing her fingers in and out of her wet pussy and squeezing her hard nipples. I wanted so badly to push open that bedroom door and walk in there!

Instead, I forced myself to keep walking into the kitchen, and I blew out a big, long breath as I opened the refrigerator. A soft intake of breath behind me drew my attention back toward Sherry's bedroom door. This time it was my sister who had stopped when she heard the obvious sounds of her roommate masturbating. I grinned at her and she shook her head.

Karen blushed slightly and bit her lip, and I was surprised to see her nipples were hard and protruding noticeably through her tank top. I only glanced there for a second, but I'm pretty sure she noticed. I did my best to play it off by turning back to the fridge and pulling out the milk. When I stood upright and closed the refrigerator door, I was surprised to feel my sister hug me from behind. I could distinctly feel the hard points of her nipples against my back.

"I'm so glad you're here," she murmured into my shoulder blade.

I looked over my shoulder at her and grinned. "Thanks for having me," I replied.

She sighed and released me, and we sat down at the little round dining room table to have breakfast together. Sherry was still flushed when she joined us a few minutes later, but we just smiled and acted like we hadn't heard her moaning and getting herself off in there. It helped that she had changed into a longer, thicker and darker t-shirt. Well, it helped me anyway. I managed not to stare at her tits while we ate our cereal and then cleaned up afterward.

Of course, what gave me the most relief was the way my sister was smiling happily at me. I was still pretty sure she had figured out what had really happened at the cosplay party, but she wasn't upset with me. If anything, she seemed happy. That didn't add up in my mind, but I wasn't about to question my good fortune. I was just enormously relieved that the two of them hadn't confronted me angrily about the incident.

* * *

After breakfast, I excused myself to go out for a jog. It was something I was used to doing every day, and I felt like the girls wanted some privacy to talk. I wound up going much further than I had planned. I jogged onto the campus and found my way to one of the tracks around a training field. There were four other students running laps, but we were pretty well spaced out and I really didn't try to engage any of them. I just ran and thought.

As soon as I had gotten up to speed, about a block from my sister's apartment, my erection had finally subsided enough for me to think straight again. I managed not to get hard as I thought about that party again. This time, I was focused more on the rest of the people at the party. There had been about thirty women there and seventeen or eighteen guys. It bothered me now that so many of those college girls had been watching me closely, because I was pretty sure at least one of them had to have seen me go into that bedroom where Sherry was waiting for me.

Well, that wasn't entirely accurate—she hadn't been waiting for me—but it was how I thought of it.

The more I went over it in my mind, though, the more I was certain nobody was looking in my direction when I came out of that bedroom. I had been so fucking paranoid, looking all around, that I would have noticed anyone looking my way. So, I had probably gotten away with it. Except...

I frowned as I thought about my sister's words from last night. I was still pretty sure she knew what I had done. The way she had hugged me at breakfast, and smiled at me while we ate, made it pretty clear she wasn't mad at me. I shook my head as I thought about her happy face at the breakfast table. I really didn't know what to make of that. Was she happy that I had fucked her friend in the ass? That just seemed too ludicrous for me to believe it.

Then I thought about Sherry's boyfriend, Darren. I hadn't met the guy, but thought I had gotten a glimpse of him leaving that bedroom. Just from hearing him talk on the phone I already didn't like him. Maybe that was just my sister's opinion influencing my own. I knew she couldn't stand the guy.

When I tried to picture him from that brief moment at the party, I couldn't really recall any significant details. If he jogged right up next to me on that track, I wouldn't have known it was him. He'd been wearing some kind of hat and a loose, flowing costume. It might have been a robe or cloak, or perhaps at that angle it was a cape. All I could recall clearly was that look of disgust on his face. My eyes shot open when I realized what must have happened.

Sherry had presented her boyfriend with her sexy, lubricated asshole, and he had marched right out of the room in disgust. I stumbled a bit and had to take a moment to regain my stride. I looked around but nobody had been watching me. Then I shook my head again as I analyzed that scene again and again. It made perfect sense, but I struggled to accept Darren's reaction. Mine would have been the exact opposite, of course. If sweet, sexy Sherry had been offering me her ass like that...I had to stifle that thought so I wouldn't immediately have a full-blown erection.

It's really difficult to jog like that.

My sister's words ran through my mind again, and I knew she had said, "You two would be perfect for each other," or something close to that, several times. Putting aside the undeniable physical attraction I felt for Sherry, I knew that I really liked her already. It had felt like the most natural thing in the world when I had hugged her to me the night before, and she had been the one to kiss me that second time. I reminded myself that was still technically "physical attraction" when I had touched her, when we hugged, and when we kissed.

I smiled then as I recalled laughing along with her and Karen while we watched the movie. Our conversation at breakfast had been just as fun. Sherry seemed like someone I would really enjoy spending time with, even if we weren't having sex. Then I shivered as I recalled the way she had looked at me. It would be tough to spend time around her and not have sex...

There was a couple who had been jogging around the track a little slower and talking. I had passed them three times, and I noticed that they were leaving. A quick glance around me showed that there was only one other guy still puffing along on the other side of the track, and I looked down at my watch. Wow. I'd been jogging along at a pretty good clip for more than half an hour already. I slowed my pace to an easy, loping jog for my "cool-down lap," but as soon as I did that I heard the unmistakable sounds of weights being lifted and set onto metal supports.

My ears pricked up at that familiar sound.

I turned and headed in the direction of the sound, and found a small gym that was open just across the street from the practice field. There were only a handful of guys in there working out, and three of them were athletes I recognized. They were in amazing shape, and played for the school's football team. Those guys were surprisingly nice, and welcomed me to join them. I spent the next hour lifting weights and talking with them. It felt like I was making friends, and I managed to forget my concerns about my sister and her roommate.

* * *

When I returned to the apartment, I was drenched with sweat. I hadn't tried to push more weight than I could handle—hadn't tried to show off in front of guys who were in such obvious great shape—but I had gotten a really intense workout. They had pushed me to work a little harder and put in more reps than I would have otherwise. Of course, just having a spotter allowed me to push a lot more weight.

I blew out a big breath when I walked in the door of the apartment, feeling the cool air inside blowing over me. Out of habit, I pulled my sweat-soaked t-shirt over my head and headed toward the bathroom. Out of the corner of my eye I caught the bulging eyes of Karen and Sherry as they stared at me open-mouthed. It was a nice little ego boost, but I had my heart set on a shower.

There's just something magical about a hot shower after a good workout. It feels like you are being cleansed in spirit as well as body. The hot water felt like it was sinking into my aching muscles, soothing them to the core as I lathered up and scrubbed myself. Of course, I hadn't bothered to bring clean clothes into the bathroom with me, so I emerged from the bathroom just wrapped in that bath towel.