When my clothes were piled on top of the weight scale, Annya twisted around until she was at the faucet end of the tub, “Come on, relax back on the tub,” she directed. The door was partially open and when I rushed in, I saw my sister Annya pinned face down to her bed by some guy I’d never seen before. Annya introduced me, “This is my ass-saving little brother Tristan.” She continued, introducing each of her friends, “On the left is Madeline, next to her is Casey, then Cardinal, and he is Reb, short for Rebel but he never told us his real name.”
“Rebel is my real name,” he stood to shake my hand, “have a seat next to her,” he nodded to Casey, “her legs will feel real good rubbing on yours.” As I squeezed in next to Casey, I studied her, she was slender and pretty with the right half of her red hair buzzcut short, but the left side fell to her shoulder and was threaded with pink and blue tints. Casey and I talked for a few minutes then she dragged me to the pit for a few tracks. I’m not slow, if Casey wanted to go there, I was pretty sure I was about to get my second-ever pussy.
