Ever since I was just learning to speak I have called my sister Evie, pronounced like the letters E V. At first I guess she thought it was cute, but as she grew older she lost her fondness for the moniker. Any how, I still called her that and she started acting like I was a royal pain in her ass. Maybe it had a lot to do with the two year (well, 1 ½ years actually but two grades) difference in our ages. When she was a senior in high school I was just a sophomore. I hated to admit it but Evie was the hottest girl in school, probably the entire town! That meant all the other hot girls hung out with her. You know … birds of a feather … that sort of thing.
And I SO wanted to date one of the hot girls in school, but that just pissed off Evie as she thought I was trying to horn in on her fun. She was wrong but looking back I can see her point. It was a wedge that pushed us further and further apart as she wanted to be with her friends without having to ‘baby sit’ her LITTLE brother! That pissed me off since I was horny, not in need of a baby sitter! Once I discovered girls as objects of desire — and boy did I DESIRE them — my sister tossed me out of at least five parties per year.
Sis went to the local college and reluctantly agreed to help save our parents some money by living at home. Being super hot as she is, and a great dancer/gymnast she was able to make the varsity cheerleading squad as a freshman, and as such would make the team every year after without trying out. Once again this meant she was ‘in’ with a group of super hot college babes.
She had the squad over to practice several times at our house and I soon fell in lust with Amber, same year as my sister and just as fucking hot! The first time I made a move on her Evie came up and said in a sickening sing-song voice, “Oh Amber, you need to meet my LITTLE brother, Dale, he is a JUNIOR at Flynn high school!” Amber’s jaw dropped about four feet before she recovered and made a hasty retreat. Evie then said, “Dale, why don’t you just let me have my life without trying to wiggle your way into it!” (After that the rest of the girls on the squad just ignored me as if I were part of the furnishings and not a person; guess they all got the word from Evie.)
“But she is soooo damned hot! Almost as hot as you are!”
“Nice try you pencil dicked shithead! Flattery will get you nothing but a hard kick in your little balls!”
Time flies and I am now a senior while Evie is a stuck up sophomore at the local college.
I suppose I should tell about myself. I used to be a little shrimp, the guy whose picture they put in the body building ads as the ‘before’ picture. Thus her unaffectionate nickname for me. Every time she is really pissed at me she calls me ‘pencil dicked shithead’. Even though I have now, as an 18 year old senior in high school, filled out into a 6’2″ 210 pound hunk of solid muscles she still calls me that. Trouble is, I no longer have the pencil dick that I had as a baby boy, instead I now sport a solid eight inches that is as big around as my wrist! (If I measured it down the underside to my balls it is nearly 11 ½” but that is probably cheating to measure it like that.) My balls grew right along with my dick and each is about the size of a small peach or large plum! (I need to jack off at least three times a day — usually more — just to keep them from getting too full and hurting like hell. It doesn’t take much to work up a huge load of man cream.) When I am lucky enough to get a girl ready to fuck, I have to keep her from seeing my manhood or the night is over! Sort of like ‘sticker shock’ but I call it ‘fucker shock’. If I can just fuck them first, they love it and want more, but if they see it first, it’s over! Stupid high school girls.
Anyway, I have snuck into several parties at her college and each time was doing a good job of wooing the ladies up until my sister announced LOUDLY the presence of a high school kid and that always got me tossed on my ear out the door.
Today I heard Evie and Amber discussing the Halloween costume party that they were going to on Friday night. Evie was going as the genie from the “I Dream of Genie” TV show, and Amber was going as Elvira. (She certainly had the body for it and the long black hair) They were still talking about it when I stepped into the room carrying my own costume. “Hi Evie…”
“It’s EVA!”
“Yeah, whatever, anyway, as I was saying, hi Evie and hellllooo sexy Amber…”
“Dale, I’ve told you before, STOP!” Evie said as Amber smiled at me and blushed.
“Shit, can a guy never finish a thought around you? So you gals are going to a party too.”
“You’re going to a different one right, my DEAR brother,” Evie snarled at me, emphasizing the word ‘dear’.
“I don’t know, which party are you going to?”
Amber quickly said, “The one at Phi Jama Jama fraternity!” Then quickly got a glare from my sister and she shut her mouth tightly.
I could tell my sister was pisssssssed off so I quickly said, “Hey, guess it’s your lucky weekend, sis, I’m going to one over at Randy’s parents’ house! Too bad as I know how much you like it when I show up where you are.” I easily ducked her punch and swatted her ass before stepping back and saying, “Look, I’ve even got my costume ready, I’m going as the cowboy Hop-A-long Cassidy.”
Evie turned up her nose in disgust saying, “Very um, original, Tex,” then both of them broke out in raucous laughter. I left them alone and was soon finding out everything I could about Phi Jama Jama fraternity. Then I called around town and found a costume place with a Spiderman costume in my size that came as a top, bottom and head covering. For what I had planned I didn’t want to be in a complete body suit!
Friday came and Amber and Evie were getting ready for their party. I noticed that Evie had a jacket in her room and it wasn’t really cold out, hmmmmm. After donning my cowboy outfit I knocked on her door as I turned the knob and pushed it open. Evie jumped as she applied her makeup, putting a big streak of blue shit on her cheek. What I really noticed was that THIS Genie had a fairly easy to see through top and when she jumped her luscious boobs bounced nicely making her bright pink nipples move all about under the shear fabric.
“Damn sis, even YOU look sexy tonight!” I said as she glared at me and tried to cover her chest. “Too late, sis, all ready saw them both! They’re nearly as nice as Amber’s are!” Amber smiled and blushed again. “You two make me wish I hadn’t volunteered to help with the party at Randy’s place! I’d love to be there at Fly Yama Bama tonight! Oh well, have fun and watch out for spooky monsters! Elvira, you look soooooooo hot!”
Then I was out the door and gone as Evie threw something hard at her door with a loud thud. As I walked down the hall I could hear her cussing me out as Amber said, “I think he’s kinda cute!” I couldn’t catch her words but I could tell Evie was really letting her have it for even saying something nice about me.
I drove over to Randy’s house and thanked him for holding onto my Spiderman costume for me. “You just promise to let me know if this charade works, you cocky bastard!” he said with a huge grin. We both thought my sister was hot but he is short and not at all good looking, so I doubt he would have a chance of getting up to the plate with her. Can’t blame him for hoping though. I changed into my Spiderman outfit and he looked at me and said, “Jesus fucking Christ, didn’t they have one in your size?!”
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