A Normal Party
by Pan
Chapter 2
When the fog ed, I realized that I was holding my breath.
Worse, I was standing awkwardly, staring at the woman who my brother had just told me to flirt with. God, I’d come to this party worried that he would embarrass me, and I was just standing there like a dork.
This was a normal party, and what would I do at a party like this? Flirt, of course. It’s normal to flirt with people I meet at these parties...especially someone as cute as Jane.
As soon as I got my bearings, I stepped forward and kissed the older woman
“Wow,” she gasped when I pulled back. “You’re quite the...”
She looked at my brother, who finished the sentence for her.
“Flirt,” he said confidently, and for some reason I found myself blushing.
“Flirt,” Jane said, before turning her focus back to me.
God I loved flirting. This was just normal, flirty fun. And so the moment I was sure that Jane was okay with it, I stepped forward and pressed my lips to hers once more.
It took me a moment to realize what the unfamiliar taste was. I’ve kissed more than a few women in my time, but it was something I’d never tasted, and my eyes widened when I figured it out.
My brother.
My brother’s...seed.
Part of me wanted to gag, but I knew I couldn’t embarrass Owen. And so I pushed the thought to the bottom of my mind, and allowed myself to enjoy the moment.
Flirting. Just fun, harmless flirting.
I like flirting. And I really like women. So even though Jane was far older than my normal type, I was more than happy to run my hands up and down her body as we made out, letting my fingers graze her ass and pussy through her thin dress.
I could feel her starting to react to my touch; this was further than I’d normally go even on a second date...but of course, this wasn’t a date. This was just a normal party. Normal flirting, at a normal party, so I allowed myself to continue.
Jane moaned into my mouth as I reached beneath the hem of her dress and grabbed her ass-cheeks, squeezing them hard as she ground her hips against mine.
She pulled away from my kiss, breathing heavily, and I smiled, knowing that I’d done good.
“Owen,” she sighed when we broke apart, and I heard him laugh behind me. “Your sister is...something else.”
“Isn’t she?” he laughed, and I once more found myself blushing, like I was the subject of an in-joke that I didn’t understand.
“Now,” my brother said, looking between Jane and me. “If you guys are done…flirting...”
He emphasized ‘flirting’, for reasons I didn’t understand, but I didn’t want to sound like a weirdo so I let it go.
“Mm-hmm,” Jane sighed. “But maybe we can do some more later?”
Owen nodded, and I found myself nodding as well. Like I said, Jane isn’t exactly my type, but I certainly wouldn’t up the chance to flirt with her some more.
Why not? It was totally normal.
Owen moved his hand to my back...well, I think he meant to touch my back. He must have missed, because I was surprised to feel his hand land squarely on my butt as he guided me to another group.
“Watch how they flirt,” he whispered, and my eyes widened. I like to think of myself as quite perceptive, but I’d somehow completely failed to notice—the two women were flirting hard, making out on the small couch in front of the large TV. One was a tall blonde, curvy, and wearing a short black dress that had ridden up to leave most of her bare ass exposed. The other was a shorter brunette, wearing a tight red dress that showed off her curves, especially her breasts.
The blonde had her hand between the brunette’s legs, and both of them were moaning loudly as they flirted. They both looked like they were around the same age as Mrs. Wells, the woman who’d answered the door.
Anna, I mean.
The pair watching them were older than even Jane. He looked like he was in his fifties at a minimum, and she was about the same. Despite her age, I had to it that she was stunning, even as she knelt in front of the man, flirting right out in the open by sucking his cock with ion.
The older man’s attention was torn between the woman in front of him and the two girls on the couch. I couldn’t blame him; if I hadn’t been gay, I wouldn’t have known where to look.
In fact, even though sucking cock normally holds no interest to me, I found my eyes constantly drawn back to the older woman. She had long red hair and thick makeup, but wore it with elegance and grace. Her smile, her eyes; everything about her exuded confidence and power.
And her obvious self-confidence made a surprisingly sexy contrast to the submissive flirting position she’d taken. It helped that she was so clearly enjoying herself. Her eyes were closed as she flirted with the man, moaning softly and occasionally kissing the tip of his cock.
“Which one do you like?” my brother asked, and I turned to him, one eyebrow raised. Flirting was one thing, but asking about my preferences...I dunno, there was something about it that felt like it was crossing a line.
“I’m not telling you that,” I said demurely. It felt like my cheeks had been red since the moment we’d entered the party, but as I defied my brother’s request, a feeling of dread entered my stomach, and my face burned hot once more.
“No problem,” he said casually, eyeing off the flirtatious foursome. “I think I like the blonde.”
I turned my attention back to her. She was undeniably attractive, with big tits and long blonde hair, but...
“What about the redhead?” I asked, pointing to the woman kneeling in front of us. My brother shot me a look.
“You into her?” he asked, and I fell silent, feeling like I’d somehow been tricked.
When I didn’t respond, he shrugged, and continued watching the women on the couch. They were really getting into it, flirting harder than anyone had except Jane. The blonde’s tits had spilled out—she wasn’t wearing a bra beneath her dress—and they were as perfect as the rest of her, topped off with pink nipples.
The older redhead had a much smaller chest, but her tits were perfect—her ass was amazing too, and the way it stuck out while she leaned forward to suck the man’s dick was driving me crazy—and I found myself wondering why she had to flirt so hard, before dismissing the thought.
It was just normal flirting. Just fun, sexy flirting.
“I like the blonde,” Owen said again, and I reluctantly tore my eyes away from the sexy older lady. All this flirting was starting to get to me, and I could feel myself getting aroused.
“Great,” I said, unsure of what he was getting at.
“So, do you mind...”
My brother trailed off, and I suddenly realized what he was getting at.
Oh.
It suddenly became clear why he’d invited me to this party. I wasn’t just there as his guest or his sister.
I was his wingman.
That was why he’d had me flirt with Jane earlier, to make sure I was comfortable with it. And, sure enough, I’d proven that I was. So now, he wanted me to step in and distract the brunette so he could flirt with the blonde.
Of course, at a normal party like this there was only one way to distract her.
“That’s not a problem, is it?” he asked, and I shook my head immediately. Nope. This was just normal, flirty fun.
I glanced back at the brunette on the couch. She was throwing her head back with pleasure as the blonde reached between her legs, flirting hard. A shiver ran down my spine as I realized I’d be doing that soon.
“Good,” my brother said, stepping forward and tapping the brown-haired woman on the shoulder.
“Mmmm?” she moaned, and Owen (impressing me with his charm once more) introduced himself.
“...and this is my sister,” he said, after names had been exchanged. The brunette was called Bria, and the blonde was Emily. “She was wondering if she could...”
He fell silent, and suddenly I felt six pairs of eyes on me. Eight, actually—the old man flirting with the older redheaded woman was watching me too.
“I, um, I was wondering if you wanted to...flirt?” I said, stumbling over my words.
“Yeah, great,” she said, her eyes lighting up. I felt a wave of relief wash over me as the blonde disentangled herself from the woman on the couch, delicately tucked her boobs back into her dress (to, I suspect, everyone’s disappointment) and immediately fell into my brother’s embrace.
When the hell did Owen become so good with the ladies? Literally moments after meeting Emily, his tongue was down her throat and his hand was up her dress. And from the sound of it, she was enjoying his flirtations as much as he was.
I shook my head and turned away from my brother and his new friend, focusing my attention back onto Bria. She was breathing heavily, her skin as flushed as mine, her legs spread and the dark curls of her pussy visible for all to see.
“H-hi,” I stammered, but she met my awkwardness with a sultry smile, reaching out one hand and pulling me towards her.
I fell onto her, and all of a sudden we were all mouths and hands and skin touching skin. Bria smelled like sex, and the taste of her mouth was sweeter than any girl I’d ever kissed. As we pressed our bodies together, I found myself trembling with excitement. Her hips bucked against mine as she kissed me, and I returned the kiss eagerly.
As she wrapped her arms around my neck and pressed her mouth against mine, I could feel my dress beginning to ride up. All of a sudden, I realized—just like the other girls at the party, I wasn’t wearing any panties! I never, ever leave the house without underwear...how had I somehow gone to a party with my brother without wearing anything beneath my dress?
I was mortified by the idea that my bare ass was exposed to the whole party, but I pushed those thoughts aside and focused on what we were doing. Flirting. It was just normal, flirty fun.
The delicious sensation of her warm body pres against mine was a welcome distraction, and as she ground her pelvis against mine, I felt my own arousal rising. I tried to ignore it, but in truth, all this flirting was starting to get to me. I was getting turned on.
Bria’s breasts filled my hands and she was moaning into my mouth as she kissed me, her tongue dancing across my lips. I responded eagerly, ing what she’d been doing with Emily before we interrupted.
I had to flirt with her, and it felt somehow rude not to pick up where Emily had left off, so I moved my hand between her legs and slid it under her skirt.
Her pussy exuded heat and I could feel how excited she was as I rubbed her, but when she broke our kiss to moan loudly, I knew she was too sensitive to touch directly. I’d had a girlfriend like that once; she’d go crazy when her thighs and labia were played with, but any direct stimulation was too much.
I kept my hand between her legs, rubbing up and down her inner thigh, teasing her, occasionally grazing over her pussy hair. As I flirted with the sensitive brunette, I realized that Emily and Owen had returned to the couch...but not because they were done.
No, Emily was bent over the couch while Owen flirted harder with her than I’d seen him flirt all night, lining himself up with her wet entrance and sliding his cock inside her.
“Oh yes!” Emily cried out, arching her back and burying her face in the cushions. “Fuck me, Owen! Fuck me harder!”
My brother was an even bigger flirt than I’d expected. Bria and I temporarily paused what we were doing and watched them intently, the blonde’s face flushed and her breathing heavy as she opened her legs wider for my brother.
What a flirt.
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