Party Time

Okay, at long last, having finished it while still feeling a bit under the weather (so excuse any typos), the partying.

So I RSVPed and said that I was bringing two guests, to which I got the reply, "Great, the more the merrier." Thus, it seemed like it was intended to be a party containing more than just me and Kate and Roger. I still decided to play it kind of fast and loose with introductions, let Mike and Sveta be my guests until further information was forthcoming.

Sveta went back to her house to get something nice to wear to the party. Her parents are party people, but they were going to a party by themselves, didn't even bother to ask if she wanted to come or tell her where they were going. That makes me angry, and I was angry for a while thinking about it waiting for her to get back, until she came back wearing the cutest little black dress I'd ever seen her in. And since I'd never seen her in a little black dress of any kind, I was kind of surprised. I didn't know she had something that chic.

Despite the fact that we really should have been getting ready, and it was getting later and later, instead of doing that I practically tore the dress off her and spent half an hour eating her slowly out with every inch of my tongue. She was wearing nothing at that point but a bra, the panties were gone somewhere (we haven't found them yet) and I wasn't even close to being ready, having spent most of the time when I should have been getting ready steaming about Sveta's jerk parents.

Mike came down in something casual, not t-shirt and jeans but not a suit either. I wasn't sure what kind of party it was, so I didn't tell either of them to dress up, but I guess they both felt like dressing up a little. He unzipped his pants and came over, but I finally looked at the clock for a second (after I made Sveta cum hard, I would like to add for the record) and told him to stick it back in his pants or we'd be late.

Sveta and I rushed upstairs and picked out a dress for me, not as nice as hers but I was okay with that, plus I was a bit cold. We decided, after a certain amount of giggling, that going commando would be the best choice, simply because Sveta couldn't find hers and I was hopeful and didn't want to lose another pair of panties in Kate's house. We put on a little makeup because occasionally you've got to tart yourself up a bit, resisted mightily the urge to smear said makeup by making out, and rushed back downstairs where Mike was tapping his foot, muttering things about women. Yeah, like I'm not usually the first one out the door, Mikey.

Sveta was a little nervous about being introduced to people, wanted to know what to say, that sort of thing. I cautioned Mike that he was to test the waters before he said anything about kinship, because either we would go as brother and sister and there would be no hanky panky, or we'd go as friends and anything could happen. I'm slightly sorry (but not really) to report that we decided to go with brother and sister, because these people might see us again in town or something, so no hanky panky.

When we got there, we were fashionably late, but had plenty of time to get settled. Kate and Roger and Liam and Kevin (who were being allowed to stay up for the ball drop and so forth) were there, as were a couple who were friends of theirs and their son, who was a college student probably Sveta's age. Kate said she'd expected some other people, but the weather wasn't great so maybe they decided not to come after all. It was relaxed, enough people to have a party but not a big party at all, sitting around, talking, making jokes, really my sort of party.

The couple (let's call them Fred and Cathleen) weren't as old as my parents, but must have had a kid early because he (Dan) was older than Sveta. The parents were nice, didn't seem shocked when I introduced Sveta as my girlfriend, made good conversation, and so on. They seemed to be the same type of people as Kate and Roger, maybe aging hippies, maybe just free spirits. There was plenty of booze going around, and Sveta didn't even get asked; Fred was acting as bartender and made her a Mudslide which would have knocked over a brick wall. So suffice to say that things were plenty loose come about 11PM.

I had drunk a certain amount of Sveta's drink because I was afraid if I didn't she'd die of alcohol poisoning, and I'd had my own vodka tonic with lime freshened several times as well. Mike was sticking with beer, but he seemed to be just as drunk as the rest of us. Sveta was... well, she was schnockered, and I blame myself for that, but hey, it's New Year's Eve, you only live once, etc. It had been made clear at the outset that no one was going home that night, we'd all be sleeping there (they took our keys, good folk that they are) so there was no real worry about overindulging a little.

She and Dan were getting along quite well, talking about college. I kept whispering in her ear, "I bet I know who you want to kiss at midnight," which now seems a little nasty, frankly, but at the time seemed funny. I'll let you in on the end of the story: she kissed me at midnight. Awwwww.

Mike was essentially being propositioned by Kate. It was pretty amusing, actually. She was all over him. Now he knows all about her, but either he had forgotten or he was finding it amusing too and playing a little hard to get, not enough to turn her off, just enough to be a tease. Since Fred and Cath didn't seem to be paying much attention to that, either they were oblivious or they didn't care. Roger would look over at his wife trying to feel up my brother sometimes, but he was having a chat with Fred about something. I was talking to Cath, in between trying to convince Sveta to proposition Dan. I honestly don't remember a lot of the conversation, not because I was blitzed but because it was the general sort of conversation one has at parties, jokes, stories, that sort of thing.

Fred finally said, "Hey Rog, why aren't we burning the last joint of the decade right now?" So yeah, leaning toward aging hippy, although not really old enough to be a real hippy.

Cath gave him a look. "Fred, there's a time and a place..."

"Hell Cath, I'm sure the kids don't mind."

There was a bit more of this, playful on his part, slightly less-so on hers (there was a definite subtext there, but I'm not totally sure what it was because I wasn't paying all that much attention). Kate wanted to know if Mike smoked like his sister. He said he wasn't aware that I was such a stoner. Such a kidder, Mike. Sveta, of course, wanted to know if I was too. I said, "Yes, I've smoked pot before, happy?" Mike laughed and said he wasn't interested, but would be interested in something else, if Kate could stand to miss the burning of the decade's last joint (I politely refrained throughout from pointing out that the decade doesn't end until next year since we don't start counting by 0, which was good of me because no one really wants to hear that shit).

I wasn't sure what would happen. Then Kate started kissing Mike, reaching her hands into his pants, pulling his hands to her breasts (such as they are, sorry Kate but you make me look like Dolly Parton). I mean, we were all there, her kids were there, yet more reason why I really wonder exactly what the family dynamic is but am still to much of a wuss to say anything (I've climbed one mountain with Sveta, I'm not up for another until a few months have passed at least).

Eventually, she came up for air and said, "You all don't mind, do you? I want to be here for the smoking." I really wonder if the party was always intended to be like that, and if the people who didn't show up were similarly minded and if they had we would have had a massive fucking orgy. In which case, damn you weather!

Cath minded, I could tell. I think she's less comfortable with things. But she also appears to be completely subservient to her husband (in this weird sort of way, she seems like a soccer mom married into the wrong family or something). Roger didn't mind; he was too busy rolling a joint. Actually, he rolled several, from this monster bag of weed, it looked like it weighed a pound. I am so out of the drug scene that I have no idea what it actually was, or how much it cost, or whatever, but it was more than I'd ever seen in one place. Fred cheered, but he was somewhat occupied with the joints as well, getting out a lighter, kibitzing Roger's selection of things to put in (like I said, not a pot connoisseur, never bought it myself, don't know from a pile of oregano).

Sveta blushed a little, looked at me, looked at Dan. Dan shook his head as if to say, "Oy, my parents." I was perfectly okay with it, if perhaps a little weirded out by the party suddenly devolving into a drug-fueled orgy. Also, I was still wondering if I should smoke, or if I should try to talk Sveta out of smoking if it was offered to her.

Liam was watching. That kid is either exactly like I was at that age (or maybe it'd be more fair to say exactly like Mike was) or he's going to grow up extremely screwed up. Kevin was interested in the TV and pretty much ignoring us.

It was coming up on midnight when the joint began making the rounds. Roger took a hit, let Fred get a lungful, then offered it to his wife, who was rounding the bases in Mike's lap (not that Mike wasn't a willing participant). Kate wanted Mike to take a hit too, was practically begging him, but he shook his head with a smile. I asked him later whether he was against drugs or what, and he said he just wasn't feeling it. Okay, fine by me, I wasn't completely feeling it either.

Fortunately, while Roger offered me the joint, when I decided against it (I was foggy enough with the booze) he didn't move on to the youngsters. Dan wasn't at all interested, I could tell; he was much more interested in Sveta. Sveta looked a little like she wished she'd been offered so she could have made a choice one way or the other, and honestly I'm sorry she didn't get to make a choice, because she's old enough to make that choice. I guess I might be happier if she said no, but I'm not going to be hypocritical. She'll have time to experiment in college, and hey, if she smokes pot, what the fuck.

It essentially devolved into Fred and Roger taking turns, occasionally passing it to Kate when she asked for it, which she did less and less as she became more and more busy with Mike. Her shirt was open, her tits were out, and Mike was nuzzling her nipples, one of his hands up under her dress. And Liam was hard as a rock, sitting there watching his mom get fingerfucked by a strange guy. Once again, something going on there, don't know what, will have to find out eventually, just not now.

There were five minutes to midnight, Kate broke away and said she didn't want to miss it, so we all sat and cheered as the seconds counted down (we were all pretty much in a state of drunkenness where we would cheer at anything at that point, even Cath, who might not have been interested in pot but was definitely sucking down Tom Collinses like it was going out of style.

The ball dropped, 10 9 8, all that, and then "Happy New Year!" screamed everyone, including Liam and Kevin. And as I said, Sveta gave me a kiss, which I returned, and that occupied us for a while. I'm pretty sure that Fred gave his wife a kiss, and Roger gave Kate a kiss even though she was snogging away with Mike at that point. When I stopped kissing Sveta, I felt sorry for Dan, who was sitting there with no one to kiss, so I got up, leaned over him, and said, "Happy New Year," in an incredibly accidentally sultry voice. I swear, I wasn't trying to do anything other than be nice, but it came out like I was coming out of a cake. Probably giving him a straight shot at my breasts didn't help that impression either. Then I kissed him, which was a little awkward.

"Wait, I thought you two..." he said, confused.

"Oh, we are," I said, sitting down again. "But if you'd like to give Sveta a kiss too, I bet she wouldn't say no."

So she and Dan kissed. Poor kid, thought he was chatting with a pair of lesbians. Oh well, he was more than paid back. I looked over and God damn if Kate didn't have her skirt hiked up and was pulling off her underwear (see, always go commando if you think something like this might happen, best policy). The room got a flash of her pussy as she did so.

Cath, obviously still feeling a little awkward, said, "Kate, hun, you want me to put the tykes to bed?"

"No!" said Kevin, surprisingly. I guess he wanted to stay up and see more fireworks.

"Oh, let them stay up a bit longer," said Kate, which would have been normal if it weren't for the fact that at that moment her son was watching intently as Mike fingered her pussy, now pretty much exposed to everyone. "It's okay. They can watch the TV." Well, that was half-true.

"Mike, you act fast," laughed Fred, taking a drag. "But then Kate's always been a good woman." This seemed to make Cath incredibly uncomfortable.

I looked back, and Sveta and Dan were sitting staring stupidly at one another. Ah, kids and booze and lust, not a good combo. "Well sweetie, do you want to ask Dan someplace more private by yourself, or can I join in the fun?" I asked her.

His eyes got wide. She blushed and giggled. If she had been sober, I would never have said anything like that, but then if I had been sober I probably wouldn't have either. I'm not excusing myself, just that's the way things are.

At that point I heard Kate cumming. "Go on dear and take the kids to bed," said Fred to his wife. "Rog and I are going to finish this bone off and then I'm thinking a little shut-eye will do me good too, let the youngsters have their space." He really sounded like a combination of an indulgent grandfather and a hippy. Truly a little weird, combined with the relationship between him and his wife.

I don't think Liam or Kevin wanted to go to bed, but for very different reasons. Liam walked out of the room leaned over a little like all young men do when they're trying to hide erections. I'm sure he went straight to his room and rubbed a big one out. Which isn't a bad way to usher in the new year. Still, if I'd have been him, I would have been really disappointed that I didn't get to stay around and watch my mom fuck Mike.

I said goodnight to Cath because I felt a little sorry for her. Dan and Sveta were kissing again, and Kate was on her knees in front of Mike, bare-ass, sucking his cock. Roger and Fred didn't seem to give a shit. Probably too stoned. Ah well, I was nice.

Mike said, after a few moments, that he was going to cum, which made Roger and Fred laugh, which made Fred cough because he was in the middle of a toke, which made them both laugh harder. Dan came up for air from kissing Sveta to roll his eyes again as if to say, "Oy, my father." Fred said, "Okay, that's my cue," and got unsteadily to his feet, said, "Night all," and staggered off in the direction of the guest bedroom, I assumed.

Roger came over to me and slurred in my ear, "So, you're without a partner and so am I..." Well, something like that. He was pretty out of it. I let him sit next to me and start feeling me up, but I wasn't really interested. I wanted to encourage Sveta and Dan to move on from just kissing to something a bit more interesting for both of them.

"Can Dan and Sveta use your room since you and Kate are out here?" I asked Roger, and he just slurred something against my neck, so I said, "Dan, Sveta, let me show you a room where you can be a bit more private."

"Private? Really?" Dan, not the quickest on the uptake apparently. Sveta was already getting up and ready to follow me. "I mean, really?"

"It's okay, I just don't want to do it out here," she said. Or something like that; poor Sveta was a little sloppy too.

We went to the bedroom. Roger stayed in the living room and started smoking another joint. Kate was on her hands and knees on the floor when we left, and Mike was removing his clothes. How often do you get to fuck a wife while her husband watches? I don't think Mike gets that any more than I do, so he was perfectly okay with it.

Once we got to the bedroom, I forgot all my plans to go back out and catch some Kate/Mike action. I started kissing Dan too, once all three of us wound up on the bed. He really had no idea what to do; Sveta was taking the lead, which was great to see. She pulled her dress off over her head without unzipping it, reached back and undid her bra, and there she was, naked and just as cute as all get out. And if she could do it, so could I, so I pulled my dress off, didn't even have to bother with a bra because my dress had built in support, and Dan was gobsmacked by two sexy women ready to do whatever he wanted.

The pressure may have been a bit much to start with. I whispered to Sveta that maybe she should take his clothes off too. He wasn't bad looking at all, and once we got him down to just his underwear, he was sporting a very large bulge in them which promised plenty of excitement. I felt like kissing him again while she pulled off his undies, and then we were all there in a strange bedroom, totally naked, me kissing Dan, Sveta sloppily sucking his cock. I could tell it was a little sloppy because it was noisy, but hey, noisy head is fun too, right?

Dan didn't know what had hit him. He came in Sveta's mouth without any warning, but she was a good girl and brought me a little to taste. "Can I go first?" she asked me, giving me a kiss, so I moved down and worked on Dan's cock, which, true to college guy form, got hard again quite quickly. Honestly, he was a little drunk, but probably less than even I was. I didn't keep track of what he was drinking, so maybe he can just hold his liquor, or maybe he was being responsible. I can't even take a guess on that.

I know, I should have been the responsible, mature adult, gotten a condom from my purse (I had them, always carry them). But I am not the responsible, mature adult. Or at least I wasn't then. I just aimed him up at Sveta's spread pussy as she straddled him and let her sink back down onto him. I am not proud. She's not going to get knocked up, but still, protection is important. There, I've beaten myself up about it enough.

He lasted longer now that the pressure had been taken off a little, and he enjoyed me stroking his balls as Sveta bounced, giggling, on his cock. He even reached over with his hand and started feeling me up as I shifted my ass a little closer and spread my legs to let him play all he wanted. I came, a small O but a nice beginning, and then he tried to stop Sveta, said something about being ready, but she didn't stop bouncing and he had no real choice but to go off inside her. Which was exactly what she wanted, so no harm there.

She kept bouncing and giggling until he begged her to stop, practically squirmed out from underneath her. She was being a silly drunk sweetie, which I thought was sexy as hell and anyway I wanted to eat the cum out of her, so I flipped her, still giggling, onto the bed and dove between her legs. I never get tired of the way she tastes, the way she cums, and now the way she tastes when she's got cum in her. She stopped giggling and started moaning, much more loudly than she usually is, and I felt Dan's hand on my rump again, exploring my cunt, then he shifted up to the head of the bed so he could get a better look.

"Feel free to taste too," I said, coming up for air briefly, and then settled back into building Sveta up to orgasm, which came like a rush without much warning, left a big wet spot on the bedspread. Ah well, sorry Kate and Roger, hope it came out in the wash. Dan chose that moment to nibble my clit, which made me gasp, which meant that I blew air on Sveta's steaming hot, incredibly wet pussy as she was cumming, which made her scream and clamp her legs around my head and spurt juice up my nose. Honestly, in hindsight, aside from the fact that I obviously need to try it again now that I know what to expect, it wasn't funny then but it is now. Then, I felt like I was going to drown.

I coughed, which apparently made it even better for Sveta (I'd never thought to try blowing on her pussy while she was cumming, since usually I'm trying to lap up the sweetness, but maybe it was the moment and it'll never work again, not that I'm not planning on trying it). Her rear was bouncing on the bed, her hands were gripping the covers, her thighs were crushing my skull. And then Dan did something, I'm not sure what, and the top half of me was struggling for air while the bottom half decided, "Hey, fuck you Lexi, I'm going to cum right now." Surreal, a bit.

Things calmed down, I rolled over and let Dan get between my legs, first with his tongue, which was drunken and skilless but still enjoyable, and then when he was ready with his cock, which speared me nicely, gave me a good long O, then pulled out before I could say "Boo" and shot a weak load of spunk onto my belly. Sveta licked that up, and then she and Dan were kind of making out, and it looked like I was a bit of a third wheel at the moment, so I said I was going to check on things in the other room and staggered out, sweaty, totally naked, and still a bit cummy.

Mike was fucking Kate from behind, both completely naked, on the floor, while right next to them, Roger was lying, asleep, his cock out and limp, his hand near it, like he had been trying to join in when he passed out. I went and gave Kate a kiss, gave Mike a look which warned him not to try any funny business (I was sobering up at that point, having not had anything to drink for an hour or more), then sat back and let them finish.

"Dan and Sveta?" asked Mike, thrusting into Kate, who wasn't able to talk, she was panting so hard. I don't think she was used to a cock larger than Roger's, and Mike's is definitely bigger than Roger's. He told me later that he was smashing into her cervix almost every time he forgot and did anything even remotely firm. She's incredibly shallow, is Kate.

"Why? You want to join in?" I said with a grin.

"Oh no, what would I do?" he said. "Kate's more than enough woman for me." He bent and she turned her head and let him kiss her. It was very surreal, to be there right next to her husband.

"Lexi, can you get him to bed?" On the couch or something," said Kate after she caught her breath. "If the kids are in our room."

So Lexi, cold, naked, and unloved, got to hoist Roger up, get groped drunkenly, and convince him that he should just lie down on the couch. It was not my idea of a good time. Plus, Mike came while I was doing it, in Kate's mouth, and she swallowed so I didn't get to taste. Not, I guess, that I could have tasted anyway.

"Up for another?" she asked him. I decided that discretion was the better part of valor in this case, because Mike was definitely up for another and the pot and booze had apparently made Kate as horny as a schoolgirl on Saturday, and I didn't want to be the third wheel any more. So I went back to the room, where I found Dan sitting on the edge of the bed with a look of "Holy shit, I can't believe it," on his face, and Sveta snoring, curled up on one side of the bed.

"Oh shit, Lexi, do you want me to go find someplace to sleep? Because she said she wanted to sleep and curled up over there, and I didn't know if... it was okay..."

"Hun, she's a bit of a lightweight," I said with a laugh. "Did you get what you wanted?"

"You mean, did we..."

"You got off, right?"

"Yeah. Sorry."

"Sorry? Why the hell are you sorry? Good for you. Ready to call it a night?"

"Are you..."

"Yes, I'm asking if you want anything else from me?" Nice guy, a bit overwhelmed. When I get into my element like this, I'm all business. I mean, I would have been perfectly happy to just tell him, "You, back on the bed, cock hard, I want some in my pussy this time damn it." Or better yet, "You, in my ass, now." But I'm not a dominatrix, never have been.

But damn if he didn't tell me he would like to do me again. Not in so many words, but eventually we were kissing, body to body, his hands wrapped around my ass, with Sveta curled up next to us. She looked up at a certain point when I was on my hands and knees and he was pounding my cunt from behind, grinned sleepily, and then closed her eyes again. I think she just wanted to make sure she wasn't dreaming.

I finally got my creampie, which was so weak I couldn't even really tell I'd gotten it, but he stiffened up and the requisite noises and pressures came from behind me, so unless he was really good at faking it, I got mine. Then he was all set to go find another bunk, but I said he could stay, as long as he didn't mind that I wanted to hold Sveta and would probably toss and turn a lot.

He'd never had a threesome before, but he wasn't exactly without experience. He didn't say as much, but I think it's possible that he's been with Kate before, or at least he wasn't surprised that Kate would fuck my brother in front of everyone. We talked a little, me with my arms around Sveta, him shy at first but then coming closer to me. His cock even got hard again, but we weren't really awake at that point, although I didn't mind when he pressed closer so it slipped between my legs. I wasn't sure if he was going to start fucking me again, but he dropped off before anything happened and the hardon slowly subsided.

In the morning, things were different. Dan was incredibly awkward, like he still couldn't believe that he'd actually done any of the things he'd done. Sveta was hungover and feeling lousy. I felt a bit of a hangover, but a glass of water and a trip to the bathroom fixed that. Cath was making breakfast when I woke up, and she didn't say anything about me being naked, but she didn't look like she was having that much fun. I feel sorry for her, not because I think she should have had fun, but because I've been in that type of situation, where I was in a position I didn't like, and it sucks. Also, her husband is weird. Hell, Kate and Roger are pretty weird.

Roger didn't wake up. He was down for the count. Kate said he slept until the next day, practically. Kate was lying on Mike on the other couch, both still naked. Mike looked up and gave me a smile and whispered that he didn't want to disturb Kate, who didn't wake up for another hour. That's the price you pay for getting to fuck her, I guess; she sleeps on your chest afterward.

Fred was sleeping it off too. We saw him briefly before we left, but he looked ill. Overindulgence, people, never a good thing. Mike and I felt reasonably none the worse for wear, although we both have since felt the aftereffects in various ways. Mike has a crick in his neck from sleeping like that, and I think my immune system was compromised a bit by partying. Still, we were moderate.

Sveta has sworn off Mudslides, but she remembers pretty much the whole evening and pronounced it a fuckton of fun (she got the word from me, thank you very much). And she too seems none the worse for wear, even if she was a bit green for the rest of New Year's Day. And Dan continued to look exactly as shocked every time we saw him, like he was living in a wonderful fantasy world. I didn't think we were that good, not drunk like that, but hell, beggars can't be choosers, right? No, only kidding, Sveta was dynamite, and I was a decent emergency backup dynamite. She is a sex goddess. Me, I'm content to worship at her altar as often as possible.

One last bit of news to report; Liam and I ran into each other while I was going to use the bathroom, him in his underwear, me in nothing. Which was a bit awkward, except it seemed to make his day. Oh well, I'm really okay with being the object of sexual fantasy for anyone, so why not a poor, sex-starved tween? I didn't force myself on him, he was the one who looked at me, and anyway, it wasn't anything he hadn't seen before. At some point I really am going to figure out what's up with Kate's family, but as I said, for right now, I'm content with knowing that her son is thinking of me while he touches himself. I'm honored, in fact.

So that was New Year's, and if it seems like I'm incredibly lucky, well, I am, but also remember that this kind of thing happens to me maybe once a year. What better excuse than New Year's Eve?