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Dannye was my younger step-sister. We were pretty close growing up, but had never crossed that line between us as step-siblings. When we finally did, it was a surprise I hadn’t expected and one I would never forget. At first, I chalked things up to hormonal growth and access to my dad’s private wine stash. But over a period of time, our look at each other became more than casual teases. Dannye had no problem flaunting her assets in full view of myself or my friends. No one knew about our sexual exploits but us and I wanted to keep it that way. Unfortunately, Dannye enjoyed teasing me. I went off to college and I missed the teasing. About six weeks after heading off to State, I came home on the weekend to find Dad and my step-mother gone. “Where did they go?” I asked Dannye as I sat at the dining room table gobbling down a hamburger. “I don’t know,” she replied, “Some resort for the weekend.” Dannye twirled her long brown hair in a finger, her elbow on the table, as she say across from me. “Do you miss me?” she asked. “Of course,” I replied. I knew instinctively what she was referring to. Neither one of had to say a word. Dannye has made the school spirit team and it was homecoming weekend. “Do you want to go to the game?” she asked. “Sure,” I responded. “We can go in my car.” Dannye asked if we could pick up one of her classmates. “No problem,” I replied. Dannye got dressed in her spirit uniform- which to me, mimicked those very short sexy mid-riff bearing cheerleader outfits so very common in Texas high schools. “I hope you’re wearing panties under that,” I remarked as she sat down in the passenger seat of my Chevy Charger. “Of course,” Dannye replied. “Don’t worry, they won’t allow us to go commando.” We picked up one of Dannye’s classmates, a fellow high school senior by the name of Karyn. Karyn wore the same spirit uniform as Dannye, only she seemed to show a little more butt than Dannye. I took an immediate liking to Karyn, because like Dannye, she had a cute body and an bubbly personality. The game was great and I got to see a lot of old friends, including Mike and Paul, who lived across the street from us. I invited them to come over to the house after they game and they said they’d think about it. After the game, I took Dannye and Karyn by a local burger place. The girls Acıbadem Escort were cutting up and giving me a hard time about being a “college guy” but said their peer status would go up a notch having spent the evening with a college dude. Dannye asked Karyn if she wanted to spend the night. Karyn was ecstatic and immediately called her parents to let them know she would be staying at the Haslet house for the night. “Yes, it is okay, her older brother is staying, so it’s all good,” I heard Karyn tell her mom on the phone. Mike and Paul called as we headed back to the house. “Why not have both of them come over?” Dannye asked. I hadn’t really thought about it. I just figured they would both come over. My dilemma was short-lived when Mike called back a few minutes later and explained his mom and dad wouldn’t allow him to come over, since my parents were out of town. “Well, at least Paul is still coming over,” I surmised. “Who is Paul?” Karyn asked. “Paul Strickland,” Dannye replied. “He lives across the street from us.” Karyn had a worried look on her face. “Don’t worry,” Dannye remarked, “He’s cool. He is a pervert, but he is cool.” “He is not a pervert,” I shot back. “Really,” Dannye replied. “I’ve seen him with binoculars.” “He is in too bird watching,” I replied, trying to deflect the criticism. “Really,” Dannye sarcastically replied, holding up her extended middle finger. “I’ve got a bird he can watch.” Paul sauntered across the street as I parked in front of our house. The obligatory introductions were made and Paul followed us into the house. I have to admit, Paul was a bit of a pervert. I was hoping he’d keep it in check, but his elbow to my side and head nod at Dannye and Karyn’s butts, as we walked up the sidewalk, didn’t give me a lot of hope. “Behave,” I whispered as we stepped into the house. Dannye went straight for the liquor cabinet as Karyn excused herself to the guest bathroom. She took out the Puerto Rican Vanilla-spiced rum and a bottle of Crown and set them on the coffee table in the living room, along with four shot glasses. “Who wants to play quarters?” Dannye asked, as Karyn exited the bathroom and took up a seat, sitting cross-legged on the couch, the skirt of her spirit dress gently draping across her well tanned Acıbadem Escort Bayan and bare thighs. “I’m all in,” Karyn replied. So was Paul. What the heck- so was I. I was good at this game, real good. Paul bounced a quarter off the glass coffee table and it landed square in the middle of an empty shot glass. “Hold on,” I said. “We need some ground rules.” Dannye looked at me and responded, “Ground rules? What the fuck? If you make it, you drink. If you don’t, you pass it to the next person. What the fuck kind of ground rules are needed?” “I say that if you make it three times in a row, you get a choice of drinking or asking someone to do something stupid, like waddle like a duck and quack like a duck,” I replied. “Whatever,” Dannye responded. Paul was first and he missed. I missed. Then, Dannye landed her first drink, the quarter bouncing into the empty shot glass. She downed a shot glass full of rum, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. “I get to go again,” Dannye replied. “No, no, no,” I argued back. Dannye was insistent on going again. “Fine,” I replied. She landed a second shot and quickly downed another shot glass of rum. “I get to go again,” she replied, grabbing the quarter. She looked at me and said, “If I make it, you waddle like a duck and quack like a duck.” “As long as I don’t have to fuck like a duck,” I countered. Dannye ignored my comment and bounced the quarter off the glass coffee table. It hit the table, falling short of the shot glass and rolling on to the floor. Dannye chased the quarter on her hands and knees, reaching for it as it rolled away from her. As she chased the quarter, she gave both Paul and I an open shot of her glory hole and pussy. I was shocked that she was pantiless. Paul grabbed the shot glass and downed the rum. “What the fuck?” Dannye called out seeing Paul with the empty shot glass in his hand. “Sorry,” Paul replied. “We need a punishment for rule violators,” Dannye remarked. “Walk like a duck and quack like a duck,” Karyn suggested, whipping out her cell phone. Paul looked to me for a defense. I didn’t have one. “Waddle and quack,” Dannye demanded. So Paul waddled and quacked as Karyn filmed him with her cell phone. “Priceless!” she exclaimed. “You better not,” Paul replied. It was Escort Acıbadem too late. My phone chimed and Paul’s duck walk was already Facebook’d. I grabbed the quarter and bounced it into a shot glass. I took my obligatory drink and made a second bounce, landing the quarter in the shot glass. I took my second drink and then looked at Dannye. “If I land it, you have to give Paul a lap dance,” I replied, looking at Dannye. “No way,” Dannye argued. “You agreed to the rules,” I said. “I did not,” Dannye argued. “You said whatever,” I countered, “You did not say no.” Dannye didn’t respond and watched as I bounced the quarter into the shot glass. “Well fuck!” Dannye replied. Paul sat back on the couch and spread his legs. I slipped my some music and blue-toothed to the surround sound we had installed in the living room. I selected a good ‘boom-boom-boom’ heavy Latin dance mix and leaned back against the couch, next to Paul’s outstretched legs, waiting for the show to start. Dannye stepped between Paul’s spread legs and warned, “You don’t touch, and if you do, I stop.” Paul put his hands under his thighs and nodded that he understood. Dannye slipped her legs back against the front edge facing of the couch and leaned forward, her skirt riding up high on her butt. Paul had a perfect view of Dannye’s perfectly round and uncovered ass, her tight asshole and her pussy. Dannye placed her hands on Paul’s knees and as she bent over even further, she looked back at him. His eyes were glued to her ass. Dannye glanced at me and winked. “Oh yeah!” Karyn called out. Dannye did a low pirouette and inched her skirt up, showing Paul her pussy. She bent forward and placed the top of her head between his legs, exposing her private parts to Karyn. Then she did something I didn’t know she could do. She did a complete flip, her hands pressing into Paul’s thighs, her spirit team shirt flipping upside down around her waist, as she brought her legs over Paul’s head, her ankles coming to rest on the seat back portion of the couch on which Paul was leaning back on, one on each side of Paul’s head. Her uncovered and totally exposed pussy was mere inches from Paul’s face. Just as quickly as she had flipped, she crossed one leg over Paul’s head and slid off of him. She crawled on her hands and knees back to her side of the table and resumed her cross-legged seated position. I didn’t say a word and bounced the quarter into an empty shot glass on the table. Dannye immediately called foul. How was I supposed to know there was a limit on three bounces per turn? Dannye said it was my turn to walk and talk like a duck.

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