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1:00 Sweatshirt takes, or, what to order online at 4am10:00 Lakers game: could be worse!17:00 Charlotte Game: most relaxing viewing in memory25:00 Sidebar where we wonder who is the best former Charlotte Hornets player?30:00 What signs of development are we seeing? 35:00 We have a talk about Shaedon and who are the Blazer's guards of the future? 54:00 Who was the last Blazer center who regularly got the block and the ball? 1:05:00 Takes - some requests for media and Matisse Thybulle and post all-star break player haircutsThe cutest intro/outro music by Eric Peterson (@shoozumoops)Join us on Discord! It's a place where we can share our love for the Blazers, talk about games, and get to know other Blazer fans. You can also find us on BlueSky @wehaveatake, @tcbbiggs @roselharding

Snuggle in and get comfortable as we explore the cozy world of sweaters, sweater design, and sweatshirts. From the origins of woolen pullovers to the evolution of modern sweatshirts, this episode of I Can't Sleep will lull you into relaxation with soft, soothing narration. Perfect for those who love warm layers—or just need something to help them doze off. Want more sleepy content? Visit icantsleeppodcast.com for additional episodes and sleep-friendly resources. Show Notes: 00:00 - Welcome to I Can't Sleep 00:26 - Sweater overview 01:20 - Etymology 03:21 - Types and design 05:15 - Nomenclature 08:25 - Customary wear 10:19 - Care 11:02 - Ice hockey 11:28 - Sweater design intro 12:24 - Criteria 14:21 - Functional role as criterion 15:06 - Comfort criterion 15:42 - Fitting sweater 20:08 - Shaping 22:54 - Choosing the yarn 24:03 - Choosing colors 25:59 - Choosing shapes 26:55 - Choosing an overall pattern 27:26 - Choosing accent patterns 28:11 - Embellishments 29:38 - Sweatshirt intro 30:11 - History Want More? Request a topic: icantsleeppodcast.com/request-a-topic Listen ad-free & support the show: icantsleep.supportingcast.fm Shop sleep-friendly products: icantsleeppodcast.com/sponsors Wikipedia Attribution: This content is derived from the Wikipedia articles on Sweater, Sweater Design, and Sweatshirts, available under the Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike (CC BY-SA) license. Read the full articles: Wikipedia - Sweater, Sweater Design, Sweatshirt. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

This episode is brought to you by Faulkner University. www.faulkner.edu "Love Them Where They Are" Helping Healing Humor Podcast Longsleeve T and Sweatshirt: https://www.benandtravis.com/store/p/love-them-where-they-are-podcast-design Ben and Travis record their thoughts about Valentine's Day gifts that give the whole year. The guys discuss the Ephesian passages concerning husbands and wives and the love and respect they should have for one another. The guys wrap up the show with more "Would You Rather" questions. Links mentioned in this episode: Get our free ebook "28 Days of Focused Living" here: https://www.benandtravis.com https://www.facebook.com/groups/benandtravis Reframing Hope Book: https://www.benandtravis.com/books For extra content and material you can use for your family or ministry go to https://www.patreon.com/benandtravis Represent the show: https://www.benandtravis.com/store The Friday ReFresh: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/the-friday-refresh/id1611969995 Good Old Fashioned Dislike Podcast: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/good-old-fashioned-dislike/id1643163790 Co-Producers: Justin B., Doris C., Rhonda F., Scott K., Mary H. This podcast is hosted by ZenCast.fm

In this episode Mariska and I talk about how different siblings mental health presentation can be, the book No Cure for Being Human by Kate Bowler, and whether or not we should go out of our way to clean up misunderstandings with friends and co-workers if we were not the one that cause the issue. No Cure for Being Human - Kate Bowler

Join me today as we discuss Lulu's new Sweatshirt, how long did you live with your mom and sending in your life drama if you'd like some advise from "Ask OFM".

Color choices are a big factor when it comes to buying a new t-shirt, sweatshirt or hoodie. So what are the top 10 trending colors for casual clothing in 2025? We've done the work and compiled a list.What's Trending for T-Shirt Colors in 2025Subtle Disney-inspired fashion isn't just about looking good—it's about feeling good. That's what we're all about at 1923 Main Street, with unique original casual clothing designs inspired by the magic and the travel style of Disney travelers (and more).We know (as do you) that the right outfit can take you from “I'm just here for the rides” to “This is my happily ever after.” Whether you're hitting up the parks in style or just channeling Disney vibes at home when you're not on vacation, 1923 Main Street has everything you need to stay stylish and comfortable.The perfect outfit is a combination of several things, including the perfect t-shirt, sweatshirt or hoodie to go with your style. We know that you care about what you wear and that's why we put a lot of thought into each unique piece of clothing that we create. This includes the garment color. In our last episode we share the top colors and styles from 2024 based on what you spent your money on in the shop. This week, we're looking ahead to what will be the hottest and most popular casual clothing colors for t-shirts, sweatshirts and hoodies in 2025.The Top 10 T-Shirt, Sweatshirt and Hoodie Colors to Watch for in 2025 Whether you like classic white tees or colorful variations, the base color of any casual top sets the tone for the overall style—and will be a big determiner on whether an item fits your outfit. It's a carefully balanced symphony between the graphic design and underlying color. We always do our best to offer light and dark color variations of base top and then adjust the graphic accordingly, without jeopardizing the integrity of the graphic itself. With that in mind, we have crunched the numbers, fashion predictions of style trends data to come up with what promises to be the definitive top 10 list for t-shirt, sweatshirt and hoodie colors in 2025. Which of these colors will you be buying this year? We won't necessarily be following all of these trends, but here's what you can expect to see globally as you shop for casual clothes in 2025. Top 10 Colors for T-Shirts, Sweatshirts and Hoodies in 2025 1. Classic WhiteThe perennial and original classic white isn't going anywhere this year. It's a classic for a reason (both style wise and from a technical design base perspective), so expect to see the classic white t-shirt, sweatshirts and hoodies wherever you shop. 2. CoralCoral is an interesting blend of red, orange and even a little pink. It tends to be more muted in tone but can be very light or very deep colored. Coral base shirts can have color names such as Terracotta, Burnt Sierra, Pastel Red or Salmon. 3. Olive GreenThe greens are an interesting color for casual clothing tops and olive green appears to be trending for 2025. Olive Green tends to be one of the warmer toned greens with a slight yellow undertone.  4. Powder BlueAnother trending color for this year, Powder Blue is one of the lighter blue colors. It's in the range of blue-greens if you look at a color palette. It tends to be a pale blue color that is much lighter than a navy blue, for example. Color names light Sky Blue or Light Blue would be in this spectrum, with something like a Baby Blue being a slightly more vibrant variation. 5. RedReds are looking to be popular again in 2025, following up on the trend that saw vibrant reds sell well in 2024. There are many variations of reds, but fiery reds will be a dominant red this year. Fiery red is a bold red, with a reddish orange tone. It can be a great base layer for the right graphic design, especially if you're looking for a statement top. 6. MustardMustard is an interesting color. It's sometimes a love it or hate it color, but for those who love it, it can be a statement piece. Rich and warm in tone, mustard is a yellowish-brown color, closer to a Dijon mustard if you consider the condiment. It can be a light or dark shade. Mustard falls somewhere between yellow and orange on the color spectrum. This will be an interesting trend to watch, because mustard has often been considered one of the least popular colors for graphic t-shirts, sweatshirts and hoodies. Will 2025 be a breakout year for mustard? 7. LavenderPurple is often a popular color and lavender is a very pale purple shade. It can appear in quite a range of shades and tones for t-shirts, sweatshirts and hoodies. Lavender is best described as a blue-tinged pale, light gray-purple color. It differs from lilac, for example, which is more pink where lavender is blue. In our shop, you may see lavenders more on dresses and swimwear. 8. Neutral BeigeThe neutrals is a trend that we clearly saw emerging in 2024 and it is expected to continue in 2025. Neutral Beige colors make a great base for graphics and as an option to a plain white top. Where white t-shirts, sweatshirts and hoodies are more stark in nature, the neutrals add a little more color structure and softness, making them a very popular addition to any wardrobe. Watch for color names like Sand or Natural for this color style. 9. PinkThe pinks were popular in 2024 and we expect to see this continue into 2025, based on all of the data and color predictions that we reviewed. Light or pale pinks, in particular, are what to watch for this year for many of the same reasons that neutral beige will be popular (but with a little more distinction than a true neutral color). 10. Navy BlueNavy Blue is a very popular base color for t-shirts, sweatshirts and hoodies and will be a go-to choice for a dark colored top in 2025. Since black did not make the trending list for this year, it's clear that Navy Blue is expected to be a solid replacement for anyone looking for a dark colored hoodie or top this year. Navy Blue can appear almost black, but it has just enough tone that it appears as a more elegant and rich option.These are the top 10 trending colors for 2025. Remember, this doesn't mean that these will be the top 10 selling colors, but it does mean that these colors will be making an appearance as an option (for those that are not perennial favorites), where you many not have seen them before.What are your go-to colors for Disney travel or casual outfits in general? Will you watch for the trends or do you prefer to stick with the tried-and-true staple colors. Contact 1923 Main StreetThank you for listening to the Disney Travel Style Podcast at 1923MainStreet.com.Shop unique and original Disney-inspired clothing, including t-shirts, sweatshirt, hoodies, yoga leggings, dresses, swimwear and more at 1923 Main Street.Follow along on X, Instagram,

Sie haben sich ich von uns aufs Sweatshirt kotzen lassen, den ersten eigenständigen Toilettengang mit uns gefeiert, als Zahnfee einen getragenen Milchzahn nachts heimlich in ein Polly Pocket eingetauscht, sie haben uns Entschuldigungen geschrieben und von der Scheunenparty abgeholt. Jahrzehntelang waren unsere Eltern unsere Superhelden, und dann kommt der Tag, an dem wir feststellen, dass unsere Helden hier und da mal selber ein wenig Support gut gebrauchen könnten. Wie eine Laufmasche in einer 3-Euro-Strumpfhose fängt das mit dem Altwerden überraschend an, nimmt dann aber Fahrt auf und am Ende steht man unten ohne da. Und dass sich die Sache doch noch zum Guten wendet, ist relativ unwahrscheinlich. Dass Eltern irgendwann unsere Hilfe brauchen, das kann man ja im Prinzip schon früh einkalkulieren, aber wer setzt sich schon Mitte 20 mit Mama und Papa zusammen und verhandelt Patientenverfügungen und Erbschaftsangelegenheiten? „Du Papa, willst du eigentlich ins Heim?“ Schwierig. Wir haben uns mit Menschen getroffen, die bereits mittendrin stecken im Abenteuer Pflege - und diese Aufgabe wirklich beneidenswert gut auf die Kette kriegen. Mit allen Ups and Downs, die dazugehören. Seraphina Kalze ist Musikerin, Moderatorin, Witze-Influencerin und neuerdings auch Autorin. In „Das Leben ist zu kurz für ein langes Gesicht“ erzählt sie, wie sie von einem auf den anderen Tag eine „pflegende Person“ wurde. Es geht um Urinalkondome und ums Loslassen. Und um das Multitool des emotionalen Werkzeugkastens: Humor. Für Gabriel Eichenberg kam die Pflegebedürftigkeit seines Vaters weniger überraschend. Gabriel ist 23, sein Vater 90 Jahre alt.Vor zwei Jahren hat sich Gabriel entschieden, für seinen Vater da zu sein und mit ihm die letzten Lebensjahre zu wuppen. Er überweist die Arztrechnungen, koordiniert den Pflegedienst, die beiden kochen zusammen und besprechen auch die weniger attraktiven Themen: Einsamkeit, Abgrenzung, Tod. Vieles davon hält Gabriel bei Instagram fest. Wir haben diese Folge ganz besonders ins Herz geschlossen. Feedbackt gerne: flexikon@ndr.de Und hier noch der Link zur Recyclingfolge: https://www.ardaudiothek.de/episode/flexikon/83-muelltrennung-wie-komme-ich-in-den-recyclinghimmel/n-joy/13775845/ Und DAS hier legen wir euch auch noch ans Herz! https://www.ardaudiothek.de/sendung/quarks-daily-dein-taeglicher-wissenspodcast/72680234/

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Chad opens the hour talking Vikings and Gophers over two segments with Chip Scoggins before we discuss the proper length of time to eat Thanksgiving leftovers and mock Jason DeRusha for the sweatshirt he chose to wear today.

On today's show, we're chatting with Phoenix, the designer and founder behind Pony Manufacturing Co., which is a small batch fashion brand utilizing deadstock and antique textiles.  Phoenix has a deep love of vintage and antique textiles, starting with vintage graphic t-shirts, and developing into a love of vintage workwear and sweatsuits which inspired her first upcycled collection at Pony. I loved learning from Phoenix about the process of repurposed vintage textiles from the 50s, 60s, and 70s, everything from sleeping bag to quilts, there's a beauty found it all!  And I know you will too  – so, let's dive right into it! DISCUSSED IN THE EPISODE: [3:11] Phoenix has always loved vintage graphic tees. [4:41] The joy of a church basement thrift store!  [5:54] Phoenix started sewing at an early age. [9:53] A love of vintage workwear and sportswear led to her first collection [15:00] Working with deadstock materials on collections [24:48] Our understanding of quality and value in clothing [26:55] Favorite pieces in Phoenix's vintage collection [34:06] Her vintage t-shirt collection EPISODE MENTIONS:  @ponymfg.co https://ponymfgco.com/ Palmo Goods Front General Store 10 Ft Single by Stella Dallas Raggedy Threads @pepperedgoods @natacattat Shop Thirteen Angels LET'S CONNECT: 

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What is the most popular spot for graphics to appear on t-shirts, sweatshirts and hoodies? And what difference does it make?What is the Best Spot for Graphics on Hoodies, Sweatshirts and T-Shirts? Graphics hoodies, sweatshirts and t-shirts have been popular for decades. Originally, it began with printed graphics or words on the front center of the garment only.  But things have changed a lot over the years. Nowadays you can find graphics printed on the front, back, front and back, left chest, sleeve, upper arm and more. So which style of t-shirt is the most popular and which designs suit buyers the best? Six Common Graphic Placements on T-Shirts, Sweatshirts and Hoodies Center Chest Graphic This is the most common graphic placement, centered in the top half of the t-shirt, sweatshirt or hoodie. The center chest can be smaller in size, especially if its an embroidery. Full Front Graphic The full front design covers the full length of the shirt. It is centered, but stretches from top to bottom. This is often seen for large letter message designs. Left Chest Graphic The left chest design is typically a small logo or iconic. It is sometimes embroidered and popular on golf shirts and polo shirts as well as t-shirts. These are simple, iconic placements avoiding too much detail due to the small size. Sleeve and Arm Graphics On t-shirts, the sleeve design is often a logo or another element that ties into a main graphic on the front or back of the shirt. The same goes for arm printing on hoodies and sweatshirts. Upper Back Graphics The upper back design is popular and often paired with the left chest design on the front. The upper back stretches across the shoulder blade area. Full Back Graphics When you think of full back graphics, concert t-shirts immediately come to mind. The concert t-shirt makes full use of the space on the back of a t-shirt or hoodie, often listing cities from tour dates. Of course, there are full back graphics for all kinds of things. Fun Fact: The first ever concert t-shirt was an Elvis Presley shirt in 1956, while the first ever band tour t-shirt was reportedly created for the Beatles U.S. tour in 1964. Disney Loves Graphics on the Back Have you ever been looking for a garment in a Disney shop, found one you liked the front of…then turned it around and saw a huge graphic on the back that turned you off? If you're not someone who likes the concert style t-shirts and hoodies with full-back placement of graphics, then it can be challenging when it comes to Disney apparel.  Disney absolutely loves the back placement for their graphics. It also matters what that design is composed of: simple graphics can work well, but the overly colorful and bold cartoon-style artwork can be a bit much.  We place a lot of thought into the composition of our designs on t-shirts, sweatshirts, hoodies and more. Just because you can cover every inch of a garment, doesn't always mean that you should.  So, on the rare occasion that we do venture into back graphic placements at 1923 Main Street, we tend to stick to solid design principles, with a focus on elegant and timeless style. For hoodies, the back placement of a graphic offers a lot more real estate than the front, since the kangaroo pocket on the front of hoodies limits how much space a graphic can have.  Similar to graphics on the front of a t-shirt or sweatshirt, back graphics on a hoodie can be located either on the upper back or cover the full back of the garment. The reason that we do not do any back graphic hoodies here at 1923 Main Street is because the hood itself will block a portion of the design when its down. We don't find that to be a good design aesthetic, so we don't produce this type of product (at least we haven't so far). What is the Most Popular Graphic Placement on a T-Shirt, Sweatshirt or Hoodie? The front graphic is the most common placement that we see today.  The front graphic on a t-shirt is how it all began, so it's really no surprise that it remains very popular to this day. However, back graphics, arm graphics and chest graphics are all great enhancements and very common, as they can help to make specific designs even more unique and more stylish. As a leading designer of subtle Disney-inspired graphic shirts, at 1923 Main Street we determine the style and placement of graphics based on several factors, including the graphic itself, the colors, the subject matter and the garment(s) where it will appear. A lot of thought goes into how and where graphics will appear on a particular piece of clothing.  We tend to take a minimalistic approach to design, avoiding “loud” and overly busy graphics that we believe can muddy the message and design itself. At the end of the day, it's all about personal style and finding something that's just right for you.Thank You for Listening to the Disney Travel Style PodcastThank you very much for listening to this episode, we that you enjoyed it. If you found this content useful, we would be grateful if you could rate, review and subscribe to the show on Apple Podcasts/iTunes (or wherever you listen to podcasts). A brief review about what you liked most about an episode truly helps to keep the show going by exposing it to new listeners. We look forward to continue producing new episodes each week.Contact 1923 Main StreetThank you for listening to the Disney Travel Style Podcast at 1923MainStreet.com.Shop unique and original Disney-inspired clothing, including t-shirts, sweatshirt, hoodies, yoga leggings, dresses, swimwear and more at 1923 Main Street.Follow along on X, Instagram, Pinterest and Facebook.Thank you for listening and have a magical day!Mike Belobradic and Amelia Belobradic--Media provided by Jamendo

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Texas is building its 1st stock market… either because of politics or competition.Sweatshirt icon Champion is getting sold and (kinda) shut down… because of our Fads rule.Boeing is back after launching NASA astronauts into space… and this involves Elon and urinals.Plus, the hot new investment is actually… the oldest investment: Dinosaur bones.$HBI $BA $ICEWatch us on YouTubeGet the Saturday Newsletter: tboypod.com/newsletter Submit Facts & Shoutouts Social: Follow us: on Instagram, TikTok, And connect with us on Nick's LinkedIn & Jack's LinkedInAbout Us: From the creators of Robinhood Snacks Daily, The Best One Yet (TBOY) is the daily pop-biz news show making today's top stories your business. 20 minutes on the 3 business, economics, and finance stories you need, with fresh takes you can pretend you came up with — Pairs perfectly with your morning oatmeal ritual. Hosted by Jack Crivici-Kramer & Nick Martell.See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

Design Crowd: https://www.designcrowd.com/apparelApparel Success Mastermind: https://www.apparelsuccessmastermind.com/sign-upIn this episode of Apparel Success, I share with you exactly how I made this design and printed this hoodie for my clothing brand step by step. This is the manufacturing and production process I follow for my clothing brand. For anyone starting a new clothing brand looking to learn more about how to make the apparel for their own brand. How to start a clothing brand and make the products.

Today's English expression and dialog: t-shirt, sweatshirt, dress shirt undershirt You wear a dress shirt under a sweatshirt? Yeah! It looks good. And under that an undershirt. Don't you? No! A T-shirt. That's what normal people do~ Boring~! GET FREE LESSONS: In China? WeChat! Join my English Camp! Follow my Camp Director at youtu233 on WeChat!   I'm on iTunes and everywhere else they have podcasts! Coach Shane? I'm from the USA and I live in the state of Vermont! I make videos and podcasts for

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Welcome back to the Changing Our Minds podcast. In this episode, Kayelyn came up with a great (surprising) idea... and by that we mean that she didn't tell Karrilee ahead of time! She calls it a 'soft launch' into Conspiracy Theories! LOL! She picked about 10 'consipracies' to just touch on real quick like. Some of them Karrilee had heard of and some, clearly, she had not! Then - as usual - they wrap up with their 3-2-1's: 3 Things They are INTO, 2 Things They are LOOKING FORWARD TO and 1 Thing They are OVER! Here they are: Karrilee's 3-2-1's 3 Things She is INTO: 1. Apples Never Fall on peacock 2. Dear Heart - (where she bought the softest Sweatshirt!) 3. Canva Pro - love using it for work and podcasting! 2 Things She is LOOKING FORWARD TO: 1. Tulip Festival in April 2. Rita Springer's new CD! (Now release date says "Summer 2024?) 1 Thing She is OVER: 1. Lack of church community Kayelyn's 3-2-1's 3 Things She is INTO: 1. Forrest Frank 2. Joey Malinaro - (modern Seinfeld mini episodes) 3. High School Musical Franchise 2 Things She is LOOKING FORWARD TO: 1. Yard Sale season 2. Summer Break 1 Thing She is OVER: 1. Allergies ~Karrilee & Kayelyn~ The Changing Our Minds Podcast Season 7, Episode 6 --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/changing-our-minds/message

My girlfriend and her sister play dueling practical jokes on me. By TruthWithaTwist. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. I was midway through my first year of Graduate school, getting my MBA, when my girlfriend, Tara, asked if I wanted to drive to her family's house a few hours away for the weekend. It was her Mother and Step-Father's 20th wedding party and I jumped at the chance to get away from campus for a few days. The party was scheduled for April 2nd, but their actual anniversary was April 1st, which was a running joke in the family. The chance to get away sounded great and I knew that Tara and I would always find ways to entertain ourselves on long car rides.I had started dating Tara at the beginning of the year, upon arriving at school. Tara was 3 years older than me at 28 years old. She had high cheekbones, silken brown hair and brown eyes that were expressive and sultry. She was the type of woman who could get you instantly hard with a smirk and sparkle from those eyes. Her body was amazing. Perfect tear-drop C-cup breasts, toned stomach and an ass that was just full enough to fill out the best pair of jeans. Within weeks of meeting, Tara and I became the “couple” in our friend group. Privately, we were a typical sex-focused young couple. Fortunately, we were both fairly adventurous and were willing to stretch the limits of our sexual fun. On Halloween, we found ourselves on the roof of my apartment building having sex dressed at Batman and Catwoman. One day, we decided to slink into the small town's only Adult Store where we bought a selection of toys to share, from handcuffs to vibrators to anal toys. After losing a bet on an Auburn/Alabama game on a Saturday, Tara found herself tied naked to the couch in my apartment for the duration of Sunday's Bears game as I alternated between watching the game and using her as I pleased. So, the idea of a road trip, even to her parents' house, was always a promising scenario. We didn't have classes on Friday so were on the road just after noon. It would take about 5 hours to drive to her house, so we filled my Jeep Cherokee with our bags and hit the road. I had met her parents before but it would be the first time I was meeting her younger sister, as well as her twin step-brother and step-sister. I was hearing that we were going to be doing some family-stuff on Saturday (visiting grandma, picking up stuff for the party, etc.) and then they were hosting an “anniversary brunch” at the house on Sunday. Since we both knew there would be no opportunity for frolicking while in her parents' house, Tara and I planned on heading out Sunday afternoon and stopping for the night somewhere along the way since we had no classes until Monday afternoon. Tara dozed off right out of town and started stirring after an hour or so of sleep. She was floating in and out of sleep, adjusting herself in the seat and staring out the window. I was focused on the road when I heard her mumble, “Oooh. Check that out” while looking out the window. Looking over, I saw her gesturing toward a billboard for the regions “Most Romantic Resort”. “Hot tubs! Private Cabins! Fireplaces” were all highlighted on the billboard. There was a picture of a couple cuddling in front of a fireplace to complete the obvious vibe they were going for. Tara grabbed a pen and scribbled down the phone number on a scrap of paper she found. She then grabbed my phone and called the property. I could only hear one side of the conversation where she was asking if there were rooms available, what types, how much and all those details. At one point, she reached into her purse, took out a credit card and read the number to the person she was talking to. After she hung up, she gave me an update. “So cool! They have cabins for Sunday night! The rate includes a dinner package in their restaurant; and listen about our room! It's a private cabin and it has an all-season hot tub, fireplace and she sold me on the ‘Romance Package' whatever THAT is” she laughed. “Well, I guess we're staying there, huh?” I chuckled back. “Of course! How can we pass up a cheesy romantic cabin in the hills, with dinner AND a romance package!” “So what the hell is in the Romance Package?” “I have no idea. The girl on the phone asked if we ‘would be interested in the Romance Package for an extra $35' what was I gonna say? No? Besides, it'll be fun. If we can get out of my parents' place by 4ish on Sunday, we could get there, have dinner, grab some drinks and then have fun in our cabin!” “But I still want to know what's in the romance package” I pressed, again. “Seriously? That's your big question? I have no idea. But it's a romantic resort we've never heard of, in the middle of nowhere - so I'm betting it's some of that kind of stuff from Spencer's Gifts. Y'know, flavored massage oil, blindfold, fake rose petals!” She started laughing at the expected lameness of the package. “Call back. Maybe there's a deluxe romance upgrade!” I laughed back, “See if we can get the handcuffs, vibrator, lube and a goat for $20 more!” I got a solid punch in the arm in addition to her response, “What the fuck is wrong with you? Of course you'd want that kind of stuff. Is that what you want? Me tied up in a remote cabin with a bunch of toys and a goat?” “I mean, besides the goat…..” I started, which earned me another punch in the arm. We settled back into the drive and were quiet for a few more minutes. When I looked over, I saw that Tara was definitely getting “fidgety” in her seat. 'You ok?“ I asked. “Um….I hate to actually admit this to you, but the thought of the cabin, you talking about tying me up, I'm actually getting wet.” Tara was slowly rubbing her thighs together, trying to build some friction. Her eyes were closed and her right hand was starting to rub her breast and nipple through her shirt. The subtle motions continued until she finally exclaimed, “Fuck….now I'm horny as shit.” She unbuckled her seatbelt and unbuttoned her jeans. Lifting her hips up off the seat, she slid her jeans and black panties down over her hips. Her pussy was now in clear view, she was mostly shaved, with a small landing strip. She settled back into her seat and thrust two of her fingers into her mouth. I watched as she got her index and middle finger nice and wet. With her eyes closed, she moved her hand down to her pussy and began to stroke up and down her lips. A moan escaped her as her fingers danced up and down, spreading her moisture over her most intimate area. She used her other hand to spread herself open as she started to flutter a finger on her clit. I had seen her masterbate enough to know this was her favorite approach to orgasm. A finger, vibrator or tongue flicking and dancing directly on her clit while having something penetrate her was a guaranteed path to a climax for her. As much as I wanted to reach over and touch her myself, I was struggling with a bunch of things, from watching the erotic scene next to me, to the constraints of my tightening jeans, to staying focused on the road. As I tried to watch her without getting us killed, I simply asked, “What are thinking about, babe?” “I just want to cum. I want you buried inside me, fucking me. I want you to bend me over, take me and fuck me hard.” I could tell Tara was getting close to coming, because she had this habit of getting red and flushed all across her chest when she came. When orgasms were especially intense, the splotches would extend all up her neck and into her cheeks. It was the tell-tale sign of a major Tara orgasm. Her hand picked up speed as I tried to push her over the edge. “Yeah? You looking forward to a good fuck? But what about your ass? You know how much I love your ass. Just think, when we have our cabin, I'll get my dick nice and wet in your pussy… I'll grab your ankles push them back so you are spread wide open.” Her hand was a blur at this point, she had worked two fingers from her other hand into her pussy while she continued the assault on her clit. “Uh….yeah….tell me….make me cum” she moaned. “I'll work that hard, lubed cock into your ass. Not thrusting yet. Just slowly pressing harder as I slide further into your hole.” “More…. almost there.” I reached down and adjusted my cock which was now uncomfortably wedged in some terrible trifecta of boxers, denim and seatbelt. I told her the rest of my plan. “I could reach over, pick up the vibrator and push it into your pussy, babe. When I turn it on, you'll feel me slamming into your ass, while the vibrator fills your pussy up. You'll feel me through the walls of your pussy pressing up against the toy, making us into one big vibe. Buzzing, thrusting, filling you up until you explode your hot juices all over the….” “Argh; Uhg; Uhg”. Tara's entire body clenched, spasmed, and shook for a moment. Her fingers kept dancing on her clit, but were slowing down as she recaptured her breath. She reached out and started to grab her breast before realizing that her hand was still covered in fluids. She flopped back in her seat, her chest and neck covered in bright red splotches, her legs still spread, gasping for air. For a minute, she looked like she had passed out, but slowly she got her breath and pulse back to normal. She said, “Fuck, dude. I'm going to show up at my parents house reeking of sex. We have to stop somewhere so I can clean up.” “Really? Not my fault. You started it with the whole hot tub, romance package thing. Consider this punishment for banishing me to the guest room for next 2 nights.” “I'm serious. Pull over when we can so I can get cleaned up.” She then added with a smirk, “And enjoy those blue balls that are gonna kick in REAL soon, smart ass. Maybe that will be my April Fools gift to you! Keep you hard all weekend, but not let you have any sort of release?” We did end up stopping at a rest plaza so Tara could get herself together. I stretched out for the last hour of the drive, trying to ignore the growing discomfort from my lack of personal release and hoping that Tara's didn't go through with her idea of a “fun” April Fools joke. When we finally pulled into the house, it was your typical suburban home. The family all came out to greet us. Henry and Lois, Tara's parents were the first ones out. They looked like two, normal American parents. Henry had a salt and pepper beard, and was a bit taller and heavier than me. Lois had a definite resemblance to Tara, but was shorter, stouter and jovial. In all honesty, I could 100% see them both using some white hair spray, padding and putting on costumes and being Mr. & Mrs. Claus at the local church or Christmas parade. I had met them before, so I was greeted with hugs and warm welcomes. Next up were Tara's much younger twin half-siblings, Josh and Denise. They looked to be at the start of their awkward teenage years with graphic t-shirts and overall disinterested looks on their faces. We worked our way into the house with our bags. Lois started, “Tara, your room is all set. Jason, we have a guest room upstairs next to Lindsay's room for you.” That's when we heard a voice from upstairs. “Hey bee otch. What's up?” I looked up and did a double take. I had seen pictures of Tara's younger sister Lindsay, but they were older pictures – from family vacations at Disney and the like. The young woman coming down the stairs instantly let me know what Tara looked like 8 years earlier. They could have been twins. Same hair, same eyes, same smile. Worse for me, she had the same body as Tara – just a bit firmer and younger. I could tell because Lindsay was dressed in a half-shirt showing her school logo and a pair of gray sweats emblazoned with PINK down the leg. Tara and Linsday hugged, while Lois hung her head with a voice only a mother can generate, “Really Lindsay? You couldn't have put on something other than what you sleep in to greet them?” “I did! I put on a bra!” laughed Lindsay as she purposely jumped up and down a bit. “Lindsay! Go get changed! We're going to Alfredo's for dinner. Now!” Henry's voice had that “father” tone that left no room for debate. We all separated to our rooms. Tara's was at the top of the stairs, then the twins rooms on each side of the hallway, then a bathroom, then Lindsay's whose room was next to mine in the corner. Henry & Lois had their room on the main floor down the hall from the kitchen where we walked in. We all went to dinner, got home, watched TV, and people slowly began drifting off to their rooms. I was tired from driving, so I went up and got settled in. I could hear people shuffling around as read a book in bed. In the room next door, I could hear Tara and Lindsey chatting and laughing as I dozed off. Saturday came and it was a cool, damp day. We all came down for breakfast and Tara and I maintained that awkward, “showing affection, but not being gross or inappropriate” you do around parents. We all had our list of errands to do that day. I was picking up booze for the party, plus some tables and linens since I had an SUV. Henry and Josh helped with some of it and we made multiple trips back and forth to stores all day long. Tara helped Lois pick up her dress and went to visit her grandma. For dinner, pizza and salads were ordered for the house and we all just went over the plan for the next day. Caterers were coming at 10 with the food, they were going to prep, cook and serve for when the party started at noon. Tara and Lindsay were going to help Lois get ready (they were renewing their vows to start the festivities) while Josh & Denise were told to get dressed and keep the house neat. After dinner, Tara asked if I wanted to go to the local pub. It was your typical local bar with beers, basic pub food and all locals. “Can I come too?” said Lindsay. There were some strange looks around the table until Lois said, “I think you have to be 21 on weekends.” “Not if you sit at a table at the bar, not the bar, itself. There are kids in there all the time.” Rebutted Lindsay. “Besides, if I go, I can drive home so you two can drink!” Tara jumped in, “Mom. Don't worry about it – I never get to see my sister, she can come along. Let's all get changed and go in 30.” With that, we cleaned up, freshened up, and went out to my car. As soon as we got in the car, the sisters starting giggling. Tara turned and looked at her sister in the back seat, “Ok to eat at the table. You are unreal!” “It's true….. technically!” Lindsay retorted. “OK, but since you're visiting from Connecticut, wouldn't you rather sit at the bar with the grown ups?” They then degenerated into torrents of laughter. “Ok”, I asked. “What am I missing?” Tara finally smartened me up, “Linds has a fake ID. Literally everyone knows about it ….. except Dad. Since he serves on the college faculty, we don't want him to have to lie, so we keep it from him. But yeah literally everyone else knows. Mom, me, the bartenders, everyone knows that "Becky” here just turned 20.“ Lindsay chimed in with, "I mean, I literally went to school with half the people that work there. The fact that they all know to call me Becky is Ah-mah-zing!” The bar was less than 10 minutes away, so we got there quickly and settled in at the bar. The whole night was a ton of fun. Tara and Lindsay…er…Becky….knew everyone. We drank Rolling Rock by the bucketful. Every time you turned around, someone else was buying a bucket of beers to share or a round of shots. The girls and I had migrated to a high-top table in the corner and the booze was definitely kicking in. When I ordered a couple of cokes in a row, Lindsay delicately asked, “Dude. What the fuck?” “Well, I figured you're not going to be in any shape to drive, so I figured I better stop now.” “HA! Why do you think we came up with that plan? It's only a 10 minute walk home if we cut through the high school grounds. We're gonna tell Dad that I didn't realize you drive a stick shift and I couldn't drive. Then, you can come and get the car in the morning!” The girls laughed, high-fived, and the night continued. I had some serious body weight on the sisters, but Man….could they put away the booze. Tara got up to use the restroom, which left me and Linsday alone. After a minute, she looked me in they eye, gave me a strangely-familiar sultry smile that I had seen from her sister and asked, “Like the shirt?” I looked at the shirt, with the clueless look only a guy can give and answered, “Yes, it looks great on you.” In truth, it was a nice top. It was a black and grey top that had a modern pattern throughout. The sleeves were different in that from the shoulders to the cuffs, there were criss-crossed pieces of fabric that left a lot of skin exposed. It wasn't really form-fitting, but Lindsey's pert breasts were definitely noticeable in it. “I actually got it from Tara. She left it behind after Christmas break and I snuck in and stole it from her. I just love the pattern. I think the sleeves are so cool.” Then, with her sister's trademark smirk she added, “ I really like the extra…. pattern and …. texture on the front.” Oh shit. I felt like one of those sitcoms where the main characters past flashes by in a quick montage … and I remembered the shirt. For my birthday in December, Tara and I went to New York City for the weekend. We went to a club and she wore that exact top with a pair of skintight leather pants and heels. We had been drinking and flirting and teasing all night long. BY the time we got back to the hotel, we fell into the elevator and started making out intensely. As we worked our tongues down each other's throats, I started unbuckling her belt. When I grabbed her wrists, she prepared herself for me to start undoing her pants and going after her pussy. Instead, I undid the belt halfway, threaded it through the webbing of her shirt cuffs and rethreaded it through the belt loops. Suddenly, she was like a prisoner with her hands cuffed behind her back. I continued to maul her mouth with mine until we heard the 'ding' of our floor. I walked her in front of me, with her hands bound until we got to our door. I fumbled out our key card and opened the door to our room. I pushed her inside and locked the door behind us. One of the most attractive things about Tara is that she would never back down. As I led her into the room, she got sharp sarcastic tone to her voice and said, “Nice, smart guy. But you can't get my pants down like this, can you?” “Who said I wanted what's in your pants?” I then pushed her so her legs hit the end of the bed. Before she could fall backwards…. I pushed her down and slid her forward onto her knees. She got the sexiest smile as I unbuckled my pants, dropped my boxers and simply said, “Suck.” Tara opened her mouth and enveloped my cock. She didn't start with anything delicate like licking and kissing, it was straight-up sucking. I'm average in the dick size department, so she took me in deep, getting all the way to my balls with ease, she came back and kept going with increasing suction. As I started to groan in pleasure, she began kissing the sides of my shaft until she got down to my balls. She took one, then, the other and licked and sucked on them. Then, it was back to my cock. She went back and forth, making it feel as good as any pussy I had ever been in. She backed off for a minute with I still remember as one of the sexiest sentences ever. “Either untie my hands so I can do this right, or grab me and fuck my face.” I chose the latter. I grabbed two fistfuls of her hair and started aggressively fucking her mouth and throat. To her credit, Tara kept up the suction and using her tongue as best she could while being forced on to my cock. Her eyes were watering a bit and as the pressure built, her saliva was dripping off her chin to the hotel carpet. Finally, when I hit my limit, I started to explode. The first two bursts went down her throat, but then I shocked her again. I pulled my cock from her mouth and let the remaining cum coat her face, mouth and the top of her shirt. When we finally finished, she said, “You fucker. This was a new shirt. But, with the grey pattern, I may just leave it like this. Everyone will think it's part of the shirt, but you and I know I'm wearing your cum around my neck like a medal every time I have it on.” All of this came flooding back to me in the bar as I struggled for words, “Uh…well, it looks great on you… Linds… er… Becky. I mean…. fuck.” Tara walked back to table to see my bright red face and Lindsay beaming. “He figured out the shirt didn't he?” Then to me, “Sorry, babe. You'll learn to understand my sister's weird sense of humor.” Lindsay added, “C'mon! Think of it as an April Fools joke! I mean, the look on your face was awesome.” “April Fools joke?” I questioned as I looked back at Tara, “How does she even know about that shirt?” “Babe. You're an only child. You don't understand how much sisters like to share things.” “What do you mean share?” I fumbled. That earned me a solid punch in the arm from Tara, which seemed to be happening fairly often on this trip. “Ew! Gross! I meant stories! Not men! This isn't some porn you watch when I'm not over your place, you sicko! So, don't get your "twin cest” fantasies all wound up in your head, you ass!“ "Fuck……” was pretty much all I could mutter as we went back to drinking. After another hour or so, we walked home. It was chilly, which helped us to sober up a bit, but we were still pretty buzzed. We walked in the door just after midnight and went to our rooms. At about 2:30, I felt something stirring on my bed. As I opened my blurry eyes, I could see the darkened form of Tara in our College's Sweatshirt and a pair of purple checkered panties slowly straddling me. “Shush. Everyone's sleeping” she whispered, “We have to be quiet.” She started gyrating those purple panties against my swelling cock while she kept her hands behind her on my thighs. My cock was rock hard and started to emerge from the fly in my boxers. I could feel the wetness of her pussy coming through her panties starting to lubricate my cock. As she started to moan, she lifted my hands under her sweatshirt to her tits. I grabbed a handful of her bare tits and started to feel her nipple stiffening. That's when it hit me. Twice. In the same second. Tara didn't own purple panties. In fact, she hates the color purple. Next, those weren't her tits. They were close. They were amazing. But they weren't Tara's. All of a sudden, I was like John Cena kicking out of a pin, or more accurately a fish flopping around on land. “Lindsay! Get off” I whisper-yelled and I gave her a solid shove. She landed on her ass at the foot of the bed. I was expecting tears, I was expecting a commotion, I was expecting to be killed by my girlfriend or her father. Instead, I got another smirk. “Oh well, I tried. April Fools?”  And she got up and left the room as quietly as she had entered. For the second time in as many days, I was left with a solid hard on, with the scent of an incredibly hot woman left behind. Needless to say, I got an awful night sleep. Between the alcohol, the late-night visit, and a raging hard-on, I had lost the sleep battle. I was also seriously wondering if I was somehow going to be blamed, then killed for the events of the night before. I needed to burn off some stress and the remaining alcohol, so I got up at 7:30 with the sun streaming through a crack in the window and threw on my running gear. I hit the empty neighborhood streets and started to sweat out everything from the night before. At the end of my loop, I ran back by the bar and picked up my car. As I arrived back at the house around 9:00 with coffee and donuts (in case I needed a bribe), everything seemed normal. I visited with everyone, went upstairs to grab a shower and get changed to help out for the day. When I came down at 10:15 – everything had gone to Hell. Lois was sobbing, Henry was on the phone yelling. Tara and Lindsay were trying to offer suggestions, while Josh and Denise stared silently. Pulling Tara aside, I asked, “T – what's going on?” “Turns out the caterer fucked up. They dropped off the food while you were upstairs, but they aren't staying to prep it, cook it, set it out or serve it. Lo is losing her mind, Henry is ready to punch someone.” Henry was screaming into the phone, “And I know more people in this town that I will destroy your business, do you understand?!?” “Hey Lois?” I tried to interrupt. But Lois couldn't stop crying, “Oh, girls, it's ruined. We can't get all this done in time for the guests.” “Uh….Tara? Henry?” I attempted to get anyone's attention. “Thanks For Nothing, Henry Yelled; and slammed the phone!! "Oh Henry…..Wah!” As they hysterics built to a crescendo, I finally spoke loudly enough to cut through the noise. “Uh, Anyone? Just Stop for a second!” While Lois was still whimpering, there was at least some silence. “No offense, but I'm literally standing right here. You know I spent all of college working in restaurants and bars, right? Plus, all my work experience is with caterers and managing events. I literally oversaw a functions department that did weddings for 2,000 people at a hotel in Dallas. I think I can handle 50 friends and family.” Tara was the first to speak, “Oh, my God, J ……thank you. But you can't do all this yourself. I'll help?” “Nope. But here's what I need: You get Lois ready like you planned. Henry, you and the kids finish cleaning up and putting up the tables and stuff. When the flowers get here, show them where it all goes. Linds – you knew a bunch of people working at the bar last night. Can you start texting, calling, whatever, and see if ANY of them can get their asses over here for a quick $100 bucks today? You and I will run that crew.” Lois finally was starting to calm down. “Are you sure, Jason? You're supposed to be a guest.” “Don't worry about it. This is literally what I do. Consider this my gift to you. I'll just keep the salt & pepper shakers that say 'Henry and Lois' for my place!” Henry gave me a big bear hug and said to me and Lindsay, “Tell your friends $200 each. If you can get them and pull this off, I'll pay anything.” And with that, everyone started their tasks. I grabbed the prep instructions the caterers had left and started to figure out timing and how the ovens worked. I was looking for some baking trays under the cabinets, when Lindsay came down and told me she had one bartender, a waitress and a waiter on their way. “Awesome. Any idea when they'll get here? I'm gonna need some help in here.” “Dude. I woke them up after they worked a night shift. Be glad we got who we did. I'll tell you what, I'll help you for now, then when they get here I'll get changed. That way, I'll know what's going on too. Once the party starts, I can be the runner for you and them.” I stood up, walked over and gave Lindsay a big hug. Once again, I felt her amazing tits – this time pressed up against me through her sweater. With that, we started working. I was scribbling on a pad I found, how I was going to schedule out the food so we had it flowing the whole time. Lindsay was unwrapping all the food trays and putting them in different parts of the kitchen at my direction. Time flew by and at noon the servers started showing up. Ed was actually one of the bartenders I met the night before. I had Lindsay show him to the patio, where the makeshift bar was set up. Then I told her to get dressed for the ceremony. I took Leslie & Marc and told them how we were laying things out. As soon as the ceremony ended, we wanted champagne poured and passed out for a toast. While they did that, I'd put the cold platters in the family room and living room. Then, we had time to start pulling the hot food, which they would pass from room to room. As the guests arrived, things picked up. The rooms were small and tight. Leslie, Marc and I were running around with platters of food and clearing old plates. Of course, we were also taking requests from people who were too lazy to walk the 30 feet to Ed at the bar. At about 1:30, I was in the kitchen, on the ground trying to reach into the back of a cabinet for a cake platter. I heard the familiar click-click of high heel shoes and squirmed out of the cabinet. I looked over to see that I was within a tongue-length of an amazing pair of legs perched on a pair of black heels. My eyes traveled up to see that Lindsay was wearing a short, pleated yellow skirt with a white blouse that accentuated her amazing tits. “You need anything, boss?” she asked. “Uh…no Linds. All is good here.” She took a half step forward and could have straddled my head and answered, “You sure?” “Lindsay, c'mon, kid, you gotta stop with the flirting. You're killing me.” Without moving, she continued, “I may have been drunk last night, but I figured out what tipped you off it wasn't me. First, it was my tits. You've felt Tara's enough to know mine weren't hers. I should have kept your hands outside the sweatshirt, Next, it was the panties. Tara hates purple. So, I fixed that, too,” With that, she lifted her skirt to show me her naked pussy. It's not an understatement to say it was amazing. The lips were shaved bare, but she kept a very thin, very fine landing strip that ended at the top of her cleft, just like her sister. Everything looked perfect and it was all…right…there. “I mean you haven't had a chance to stop and eat. Don't you want a snack?” Sounds of people heading our way made Lindsay drop her skirt, grab a platter of desserts and leave the room with a flounce. “I swear” I muttered to myself as I readjusted my dick yet again, “one more little prank from her and I'm gonna murder someone this weekend.” At this point, I was tired, sweating, and laying on the tile floor of a kitchen, trying to hide my erectness. Finally, after a few hours, the party started to wind down. Friends left, some family members remained. The immediate family all started to get changed out of their dressy clothes. At about 4:30, Tara found her way to the kitchen just I was cleaning up with the team. “Babe. Thank you so much. I talked to my parents and told them we are going to head out. Go get yourself together and let's get on the road. If anyone deserves a good dinner tonight, it's you.” I went upstairs and took my first good look at myself in the mirror. I was covered in food remnants and splatters. I undressed and threw on jeans, and a new shirt. I packed up my stuff, grabbed Tara's bags and loaded up the car. We went back in to say goodbye to everyone. Henry and Lo were still with some remaining guests on the patio. The kids were playing video games. Lindsay was with some cousins and friends drinking a glass of wine. Fortunately, she was dressed in a pair of shorts, t-shirt and keds. Henry and Lo couldn't stop hugging and thanking me. The kids gave me high-fives. Lindsay gave me what ended up being a fairly chaste hug. As we pulled away, she said to Tara, “You've got a good one, T!” As I made my way toward the door, Henry reached out to me again, taking me another big bear hug. I've got some size, but I thought he was going to break my ribs. He pulled away and said, “You're a good man, Jason. Thank you.” With that he stuck out his hand for a final handshake. Having worked in restaurants for years, I felt the familiar “gentlemen's tip” moving some folded bills into my hand. “Don't say a word” he said quietly. You saved us today and if the servers got $200…that's the least I can do for you.“ I thanked him, hugged him again and discreetly put the money in my pocket. Tara and I hopped in the car and started heading to Midnock Valley Resort. We had about a 3 hour drive and we just chatted about the party in general. About an hour in, Tara asked me, "So, did she hit on you?” I didn't know how to answer…so I went with a blank stare. “Babe. It's ok. She does it all the time. It's some little sister thing. Wants to prove that she can be as grown up as me. But the good news is, if you had done anything – she would have told me right away and tell me you're a scumbag.” “But…..” “Sisters before Misters. It's the golden rule.” “Thank goodness you're hot” I joked, “Because that may be the most fucked-up and lamest thing anyone has ever said to me.” With that, we started laughing and settled in for the rest of the drive. To be continued.. By TruthwithaTwist for Literotica.

My girlfriend and her sister play dueling practical jokes on me. By TruthWithaTwist. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. I was midway through my first year of Graduate school, getting my MBA, when my girlfriend, Tara, asked if I wanted to drive to her family's house a few hours away for the weekend. It was her Mother and Step-Father's 20th wedding party and I jumped at the chance to get away from campus for a few days. The party was scheduled for April 2nd, but their actual anniversary was April 1st, which was a running joke in the family. The chance to get away sounded great and I knew that Tara and I would always find ways to entertain ourselves on long car rides.I had started dating Tara at the beginning of the year, upon arriving at school. Tara was 3 years older than me at 28 years old. She had high cheekbones, silken brown hair and brown eyes that were expressive and sultry. She was the type of woman who could get you instantly hard with a smirk and sparkle from those eyes. Her body was amazing. Perfect tear-drop C-cup breasts, toned stomach and an ass that was just full enough to fill out the best pair of jeans. Within weeks of meeting, Tara and I became the “couple” in our friend group. Privately, we were a typical sex-focused young couple. Fortunately, we were both fairly adventurous and were willing to stretch the limits of our sexual fun. On Halloween, we found ourselves on the roof of my apartment building having sex dressed at Batman and Catwoman. One day, we decided to slink into the small town's only Adult Store where we bought a selection of toys to share, from handcuffs to vibrators to anal toys. After losing a bet on an Auburn/Alabama game on a Saturday, Tara found herself tied naked to the couch in my apartment for the duration of Sunday's Bears game as I alternated between watching the game and using her as I pleased. So, the idea of a road trip, even to her parents' house, was always a promising scenario. We didn't have classes on Friday so were on the road just after noon. It would take about 5 hours to drive to her house, so we filled my Jeep Cherokee with our bags and hit the road. I had met her parents before but it would be the first time I was meeting her younger sister, as well as her twin step-brother and step-sister. I was hearing that we were going to be doing some family-stuff on Saturday (visiting grandma, picking up stuff for the party, etc.) and then they were hosting an “anniversary brunch” at the house on Sunday. Since we both knew there would be no opportunity for frolicking while in her parents' house, Tara and I planned on heading out Sunday afternoon and stopping for the night somewhere along the way since we had no classes until Monday afternoon. Tara dozed off right out of town and started stirring after an hour or so of sleep. She was floating in and out of sleep, adjusting herself in the seat and staring out the window. I was focused on the road when I heard her mumble, “Oooh. Check that out” while looking out the window. Looking over, I saw her gesturing toward a billboard for the regions “Most Romantic Resort”. “Hot tubs! Private Cabins! Fireplaces” were all highlighted on the billboard. There was a picture of a couple cuddling in front of a fireplace to complete the obvious vibe they were going for. Tara grabbed a pen and scribbled down the phone number on a scrap of paper she found. She then grabbed my phone and called the property. I could only hear one side of the conversation where she was asking if there were rooms available, what types, how much and all those details. At one point, she reached into her purse, took out a credit card and read the number to the person she was talking to. After she hung up, she gave me an update. “So cool! They have cabins for Sunday night! The rate includes a dinner package in their restaurant; and listen about our room! It's a private cabin and it has an all-season hot tub, fireplace and she sold me on the ‘Romance Package' whatever THAT is” she laughed. “Well, I guess we're staying there, huh?” I chuckled back. “Of course! How can we pass up a cheesy romantic cabin in the hills, with dinner AND a romance package!” “So what the hell is in the Romance Package?” “I have no idea. The girl on the phone asked if we ‘would be interested in the Romance Package for an extra $35' what was I gonna say? No? Besides, it'll be fun. If we can get out of my parents' place by 4ish on Sunday, we could get there, have dinner, grab some drinks and then have fun in our cabin!” “But I still want to know what's in the romance package” I pressed, again. “Seriously? That's your big question? I have no idea. But it's a romantic resort we've never heard of, in the middle of nowhere - so I'm betting it's some of that kind of stuff from Spencer's Gifts. Y'know, flavored massage oil, blindfold, fake rose petals!” She started laughing at the expected lameness of the package. “Call back. Maybe there's a deluxe romance upgrade!” I laughed back, “See if we can get the handcuffs, vibrator, lube and a goat for $20 more!” I got a solid punch in the arm in addition to her response, “What the fuck is wrong with you? Of course you'd want that kind of stuff. Is that what you want? Me tied up in a remote cabin with a bunch of toys and a goat?” “I mean, besides the goat…..” I started, which earned me another punch in the arm. We settled back into the drive and were quiet for a few more minutes. When I looked over, I saw that Tara was definitely getting “fidgety” in her seat. 'You ok?“ I asked. “Um….I hate to actually admit this to you, but the thought of the cabin, you talking about tying me up, I'm actually getting wet.” Tara was slowly rubbing her thighs together, trying to build some friction. Her eyes were closed and her right hand was starting to rub her breast and nipple through her shirt. The subtle motions continued until she finally exclaimed, “Fuck….now I'm horny as shit.” She unbuckled her seatbelt and unbuttoned her jeans. Lifting her hips up off the seat, she slid her jeans and black panties down over her hips. Her pussy was now in clear view, she was mostly shaved, with a small landing strip. She settled back into her seat and thrust two of her fingers into her mouth. I watched as she got her index and middle finger nice and wet. With her eyes closed, she moved her hand down to her pussy and began to stroke up and down her lips. A moan escaped her as her fingers danced up and down, spreading her moisture over her most intimate area. She used her other hand to spread herself open as she started to flutter a finger on her clit. I had seen her masterbate enough to know this was her favorite approach to orgasm. A finger, vibrator or tongue flicking and dancing directly on her clit while having something penetrate her was a guaranteed path to a climax for her. As much as I wanted to reach over and touch her myself, I was struggling with a bunch of things, from watching the erotic scene next to me, to the constraints of my tightening jeans, to staying focused on the road. As I tried to watch her without getting us killed, I simply asked, “What are thinking about, babe?” “I just want to cum. I want you buried inside me, fucking me. I want you to bend me over, take me and fuck me hard.” I could tell Tara was getting close to coming, because she had this habit of getting red and flushed all across her chest when she came. When orgasms were especially intense, the splotches would extend all up her neck and into her cheeks. It was the tell-tale sign of a major Tara orgasm. Her hand picked up speed as I tried to push her over the edge. “Yeah? You looking forward to a good fuck? But what about your ass? You know how much I love your ass. Just think, when we have our cabin, I'll get my dick nice and wet in your pussy… I'll grab your ankles push them back so you are spread wide open.” Her hand was a blur at this point, she had worked two fingers from her other hand into her pussy while she continued the assault on her clit. “Uh….yeah….tell me….make me cum” she moaned. “I'll work that hard, lubed cock into your ass. Not thrusting yet. Just slowly pressing harder as I slide further into your hole.” “More…. almost there.” I reached down and adjusted my cock which was now uncomfortably wedged in some terrible trifecta of boxers, denim and seatbelt. I told her the rest of my plan. “I could reach over, pick up the vibrator and push it into your pussy, babe. When I turn it on, you'll feel me slamming into your ass, while the vibrator fills your pussy up. You'll feel me through the walls of your pussy pressing up against the toy, making us into one big vibe. Buzzing, thrusting, filling you up until you explode your hot juices all over the….” “Argh; Uhg; Uhg”. Tara's entire body clenched, spasmed, and shook for a moment. Her fingers kept dancing on her clit, but were slowing down as she recaptured her breath. She reached out and started to grab her breast before realizing that her hand was still covered in fluids. She flopped back in her seat, her chest and neck covered in bright red splotches, her legs still spread, gasping for air. For a minute, she looked like she had passed out, but slowly she got her breath and pulse back to normal. She said, “Fuck, dude. I'm going to show up at my parents house reeking of sex. We have to stop somewhere so I can clean up.” “Really? Not my fault. You started it with the whole hot tub, romance package thing. Consider this punishment for banishing me to the guest room for next 2 nights.” “I'm serious. Pull over when we can so I can get cleaned up.” She then added with a smirk, “And enjoy those blue balls that are gonna kick in REAL soon, smart ass. Maybe that will be my April Fools gift to you! Keep you hard all weekend, but not let you have any sort of release?” We did end up stopping at a rest plaza so Tara could get herself together. I stretched out for the last hour of the drive, trying to ignore the growing discomfort from my lack of personal release and hoping that Tara's didn't go through with her idea of a “fun” April Fools joke. When we finally pulled into the house, it was your typical suburban home. The family all came out to greet us. Henry and Lois, Tara's parents were the first ones out. They looked like two, normal American parents. Henry had a salt and pepper beard, and was a bit taller and heavier than me. Lois had a definite resemblance to Tara, but was shorter, stouter and jovial. In all honesty, I could 100% see them both using some white hair spray, padding and putting on costumes and being Mr. & Mrs. Claus at the local church or Christmas parade. I had met them before, so I was greeted with hugs and warm welcomes. Next up were Tara's much younger twin half-siblings, Josh and Denise. They looked to be at the start of their awkward teenage years with graphic t-shirts and overall disinterested looks on their faces. We worked our way into the house with our bags. Lois started, “Tara, your room is all set. Jason, we have a guest room upstairs next to Lindsay's room for you.” That's when we heard a voice from upstairs. “Hey bee otch. What's up?” I looked up and did a double take. I had seen pictures of Tara's younger sister Lindsay, but they were older pictures – from family vacations at Disney and the like. The young woman coming down the stairs instantly let me know what Tara looked like 8 years earlier. They could have been twins. Same hair, same eyes, same smile. Worse for me, she had the same body as Tara – just a bit firmer and younger. I could tell because Lindsay was dressed in a half-shirt showing her school logo and a pair of gray sweats emblazoned with PINK down the leg. Tara and Linsday hugged, while Lois hung her head with a voice only a mother can generate, “Really Lindsay? You couldn't have put on something other than what you sleep in to greet them?” “I did! I put on a bra!” laughed Lindsay as she purposely jumped up and down a bit. “Lindsay! Go get changed! We're going to Alfredo's for dinner. Now!” Henry's voice had that “father” tone that left no room for debate. We all separated to our rooms. Tara's was at the top of the stairs, then the twins rooms on each side of the hallway, then a bathroom, then Lindsay's whose room was next to mine in the corner. Henry & Lois had their room on the main floor down the hall from the kitchen where we walked in. We all went to dinner, got home, watched TV, and people slowly began drifting off to their rooms. I was tired from driving, so I went up and got settled in. I could hear people shuffling around as read a book in bed. In the room next door, I could hear Tara and Lindsey chatting and laughing as I dozed off. Saturday came and it was a cool, damp day. We all came down for breakfast and Tara and I maintained that awkward, “showing affection, but not being gross or inappropriate” you do around parents. We all had our list of errands to do that day. I was picking up booze for the party, plus some tables and linens since I had an SUV. Henry and Josh helped with some of it and we made multiple trips back and forth to stores all day long. Tara helped Lois pick up her dress and went to visit her grandma. For dinner, pizza and salads were ordered for the house and we all just went over the plan for the next day. Caterers were coming at 10 with the food, they were going to prep, cook and serve for when the party started at noon. Tara and Lindsay were going to help Lois get ready (they were renewing their vows to start the festivities) while Josh & Denise were told to get dressed and keep the house neat. After dinner, Tara asked if I wanted to go to the local pub. It was your typical local bar with beers, basic pub food and all locals. “Can I come too?” said Lindsay. There were some strange looks around the table until Lois said, “I think you have to be 21 on weekends.” “Not if you sit at a table at the bar, not the bar, itself. There are kids in there all the time.” Rebutted Lindsay. “Besides, if I go, I can drive home so you two can drink!” Tara jumped in, “Mom. Don't worry about it – I never get to see my sister, she can come along. Let's all get changed and go in 30.” With that, we cleaned up, freshened up, and went out to my car. As soon as we got in the car, the sisters starting giggling. Tara turned and looked at her sister in the back seat, “Ok to eat at the table. You are unreal!” “It's true….. technically!” Lindsay retorted. “OK, but since you're visiting from Connecticut, wouldn't you rather sit at the bar with the grown ups?” They then degenerated into torrents of laughter. “Ok”, I asked. “What am I missing?” Tara finally smartened me up, “Linds has a fake ID. Literally everyone knows about it ….. except Dad. Since he serves on the college faculty, we don't want him to have to lie, so we keep it from him. But yeah literally everyone else knows. Mom, me, the bartenders, everyone knows that "Becky” here just turned 20.“ Lindsay chimed in with, "I mean, I literally went to school with half the people that work there. The fact that they all know to call me Becky is Ah-mah-zing!” The bar was less than 10 minutes away, so we got there quickly and settled in at the bar. The whole night was a ton of fun. Tara and Lindsay…er…Becky….knew everyone. We drank Rolling Rock by the bucketful. Every time you turned around, someone else was buying a bucket of beers to share or a round of shots. The girls and I had migrated to a high-top table in the corner and the booze was definitely kicking in. When I ordered a couple of cokes in a row, Lindsay delicately asked, “Dude. What the fuck?” “Well, I figured you're not going to be in any shape to drive, so I figured I better stop now.” “HA! Why do you think we came up with that plan? It's only a 10 minute walk home if we cut through the high school grounds. We're gonna tell Dad that I didn't realize you drive a stick shift and I couldn't drive. Then, you can come and get the car in the morning!” The girls laughed, high-fived, and the night continued. I had some serious body weight on the sisters, but Man….could they put away the booze. Tara got up to use the restroom, which left me and Linsday alone. After a minute, she looked me in they eye, gave me a strangely-familiar sultry smile that I had seen from her sister and asked, “Like the shirt?” I looked at the shirt, with the clueless look only a guy can give and answered, “Yes, it looks great on you.” In truth, it was a nice top. It was a black and grey top that had a modern pattern throughout. The sleeves were different in that from the shoulders to the cuffs, there were criss-crossed pieces of fabric that left a lot of skin exposed. It wasn't really form-fitting, but Lindsey's pert breasts were definitely noticeable in it. “I actually got it from Tara. She left it behind after Christmas break and I snuck in and stole it from her. I just love the pattern. I think the sleeves are so cool.” Then, with her sister's trademark smirk she added, “ I really like the extra…. pattern and …. texture on the front.” Oh shit. I felt like one of those sitcoms where the main characters past flashes by in a quick montage … and I remembered the shirt. For my birthday in December, Tara and I went to New York City for the weekend. We went to a club and she wore that exact top with a pair of skintight leather pants and heels. We had been drinking and flirting and teasing all night long. BY the time we got back to the hotel, we fell into the elevator and started making out intensely. As we worked our tongues down each other's throats, I started unbuckling her belt. When I grabbed her wrists, she prepared herself for me to start undoing her pants and going after her pussy. Instead, I undid the belt halfway, threaded it through the webbing of her shirt cuffs and rethreaded it through the belt loops. Suddenly, she was like a prisoner with her hands cuffed behind her back. I continued to maul her mouth with mine until we heard the 'ding' of our floor. I walked her in front of me, with her hands bound until we got to our door. I fumbled out our key card and opened the door to our room. I pushed her inside and locked the door behind us. One of the most attractive things about Tara is that she would never back down. As I led her into the room, she got sharp sarcastic tone to her voice and said, “Nice, smart guy. But you can't get my pants down like this, can you?” “Who said I wanted what's in your pants?” I then pushed her so her legs hit the end of the bed. Before she could fall backwards…. I pushed her down and slid her forward onto her knees. She got the sexiest smile as I unbuckled my pants, dropped my boxers and simply said, “Suck.” Tara opened her mouth and enveloped my cock. She didn't start with anything delicate like licking and kissing, it was straight-up sucking. I'm average in the dick size department, so she took me in deep, getting all the way to my balls with ease, she came back and kept going with increasing suction. As I started to groan in pleasure, she began kissing the sides of my shaft until she got down to my balls. She took one, then, the other and licked and sucked on them. Then, it was back to my cock. She went back and forth, making it feel as good as any pussy I had ever been in. She backed off for a minute with I still remember as one of the sexiest sentences ever. “Either untie my hands so I can do this right, or grab me and fuck my face.” I chose the latter. I grabbed two fistfuls of her hair and started aggressively fucking her mouth and throat. To her credit, Tara kept up the suction and using her tongue as best she could while being forced on to my cock. Her eyes were watering a bit and as the pressure built, her saliva was dripping off her chin to the hotel carpet. Finally, when I hit my limit, I started to explode. The first two bursts went down her throat, but then I shocked her again. I pulled my cock from her mouth and let the remaining cum coat her face, mouth and the top of her shirt. When we finally finished, she said, “You fucker. This was a new shirt. But, with the grey pattern, I may just leave it like this. Everyone will think it's part of the shirt, but you and I know I'm wearing your cum around my neck like a medal every time I have it on.” All of this came flooding back to me in the bar as I struggled for words, “Uh…well, it looks great on you… Linds… er… Becky. I mean…. fuck.” Tara walked back to table to see my bright red face and Lindsay beaming. “He figured out the shirt didn't he?” Then to me, “Sorry, babe. You'll learn to understand my sister's weird sense of humor.” Lindsay added, “C'mon! Think of it as an April Fools joke! I mean, the look on your face was awesome.” “April Fools joke?” I questioned as I looked back at Tara, “How does she even know about that shirt?” “Babe. You're an only child. You don't understand how much sisters like to share things.” “What do you mean share?” I fumbled. That earned me a solid punch in the arm from Tara, which seemed to be happening fairly often on this trip. “Ew! Gross! I meant stories! Not men! This isn't some porn you watch when I'm not over your place, you sicko! So, don't get your "twin cest” fantasies all wound up in your head, you ass!“ "Fuck……” was pretty much all I could mutter as we went back to drinking. After another hour or so, we walked home. It was chilly, which helped us to sober up a bit, but we were still pretty buzzed. We walked in the door just after midnight and went to our rooms. At about 2:30, I felt something stirring on my bed. As I opened my blurry eyes, I could see the darkened form of Tara in our College's Sweatshirt and a pair of purple checkered panties slowly straddling me. “Shush. Everyone's sleeping” she whispered, “We have to be quiet.” She started gyrating those purple panties against my swelling cock while she kept her hands behind her on my thighs. My cock was rock hard and started to emerge from the fly in my boxers. I could feel the wetness of her pussy coming through her panties starting to lubricate my cock. As she started to moan, she lifted my hands under her sweatshirt to her tits. I grabbed a handful of her bare tits and started to feel her nipple stiffening. That's when it hit me. Twice. In the same second. Tara didn't own purple panties. In fact, she hates the color purple. Next, those weren't her tits. They were close. They were amazing. But they weren't Tara's. All of a sudden, I was like John Cena kicking out of a pin, or more accurately a fish flopping around on land. “Lindsay! Get off” I whisper-yelled and I gave her a solid shove. She landed on her ass at the foot of the bed. I was expecting tears, I was expecting a commotion, I was expecting to be killed by my girlfriend or her father. Instead, I got another smirk. “Oh well, I tried. April Fools?”  And she got up and left the room as quietly as she had entered. For the second time in as many days, I was left with a solid hard on, with the scent of an incredibly hot woman left behind. Needless to say, I got an awful night sleep. Between the alcohol, the late-night visit, and a raging hard-on, I had lost the sleep battle. I was also seriously wondering if I was somehow going to be blamed, then killed for the events of the night before. I needed to burn off some stress and the remaining alcohol, so I got up at 7:30 with the sun streaming through a crack in the window and threw on my running gear. I hit the empty neighborhood streets and started to sweat out everything from the night before. At the end of my loop, I ran back by the bar and picked up my car. As I arrived back at the house around 9:00 with coffee and donuts (in case I needed a bribe), everything seemed normal. I visited with everyone, went upstairs to grab a shower and get changed to help out for the day. When I came down at 10:15 – everything had gone to Hell. Lois was sobbing, Henry was on the phone yelling. Tara and Lindsay were trying to offer suggestions, while Josh and Denise stared silently. Pulling Tara aside, I asked, “T – what's going on?” “Turns out the caterer fucked up. They dropped off the food while you were upstairs, but they aren't staying to prep it, cook it, set it out or serve it. Lo is losing her mind, Henry is ready to punch someone.” Henry was screaming into the phone, “And I know more people in this town that I will destroy your business, do you understand?!?” “Hey Lois?” I tried to interrupt. But Lois couldn't stop crying, “Oh, girls, it's ruined. We can't get all this done in time for the guests.” “Uh….Tara? Henry?” I attempted to get anyone's attention. “Thanks For Nothing, Henry Yelled; and slammed the phone!! "Oh Henry…..Wah!” As they hysterics built to a crescendo, I finally spoke loudly enough to cut through the noise. “Uh, Anyone? Just Stop for a second!” While Lois was still whimpering, there was at least some silence. “No offense, but I'm literally standing right here. You know I spent all of college working in restaurants and bars, right? Plus, all my work experience is with caterers and managing events. I literally oversaw a functions department that did weddings for 2,000 people at a hotel in Dallas. I think I can handle 50 friends and family.” Tara was the first to speak, “Oh, my God, J ……thank you. But you can't do all this yourself. I'll help?” “Nope. But here's what I need: You get Lois ready like you planned. Henry, you and the kids finish cleaning up and putting up the tables and stuff. When the flowers get here, show them where it all goes. Linds – you knew a bunch of people working at the bar last night. Can you start texting, calling, whatever, and see if ANY of them can get their asses over here for a quick $100 bucks today? You and I will run that crew.” Lois finally was starting to calm down. “Are you sure, Jason? You're supposed to be a guest.” “Don't worry about it. This is literally what I do. Consider this my gift to you. I'll just keep the salt & pepper shakers that say 'Henry and Lois' for my place!” Henry gave me a big bear hug and said to me and Lindsay, “Tell your friends $200 each. If you can get them and pull this off, I'll pay anything.” And with that, everyone started their tasks. I grabbed the prep instructions the caterers had left and started to figure out timing and how the ovens worked. I was looking for some baking trays under the cabinets, when Lindsay came down and told me she had one bartender, a waitress and a waiter on their way. “Awesome. Any idea when they'll get here? I'm gonna need some help in here.” “Dude. I woke them up after they worked a night shift. Be glad we got who we did. I'll tell you what, I'll help you for now, then when they get here I'll get changed. That way, I'll know what's going on too. Once the party starts, I can be the runner for you and them.” I stood up, walked over and gave Lindsay a big hug. Once again, I felt her amazing tits – this time pressed up against me through her sweater. With that, we started working. I was scribbling on a pad I found, how I was going to schedule out the food so we had it flowing the whole time. Lindsay was unwrapping all the food trays and putting them in different parts of the kitchen at my direction. Time flew by and at noon the servers started showing up. Ed was actually one of the bartenders I met the night before. I had Lindsay show him to the patio, where the makeshift bar was set up. Then I told her to get dressed for the ceremony. I took Leslie & Marc and told them how we were laying things out. As soon as the ceremony ended, we wanted champagne poured and passed out for a toast. While they did that, I'd put the cold platters in the family room and living room. Then, we had time to start pulling the hot food, which they would pass from room to room. As the guests arrived, things picked up. The rooms were small and tight. Leslie, Marc and I were running around with platters of food and clearing old plates. Of course, we were also taking requests from people who were too lazy to walk the 30 feet to Ed at the bar. At about 1:30, I was in the kitchen, on the ground trying to reach into the back of a cabinet for a cake platter. I heard the familiar click-click of high heel shoes and squirmed out of the cabinet. I looked over to see that I was within a tongue-length of an amazing pair of legs perched on a pair of black heels. My eyes traveled up to see that Lindsay was wearing a short, pleated yellow skirt with a white blouse that accentuated her amazing tits. “You need anything, boss?” she asked. “Uh…no Linds. All is good here.” She took a half step forward and could have straddled my head and answered, “You sure?” “Lindsay, c'mon, kid, you gotta stop with the flirting. You're killing me.” Without moving, she continued, “I may have been drunk last night, but I figured out what tipped you off it wasn't me. First, it was my tits. You've felt Tara's enough to know mine weren't hers. I should have kept your hands outside the sweatshirt, Next, it was the panties. Tara hates purple. So, I fixed that, too,” With that, she lifted her skirt to show me her naked pussy. It's not an understatement to say it was amazing. The lips were shaved bare, but she kept a very thin, very fine landing strip that ended at the top of her cleft, just like her sister. Everything looked perfect and it was all…right…there. “I mean you haven't had a chance to stop and eat. Don't you want a snack?” Sounds of people heading our way made Lindsay drop her skirt, grab a platter of desserts and leave the room with a flounce. “I swear” I muttered to myself as I readjusted my dick yet again, “one more little prank from her and I'm gonna murder someone this weekend.” At this point, I was tired, sweating, and laying on the tile floor of a kitchen, trying to hide my erectness. Finally, after a few hours, the party started to wind down. Friends left, some family members remained. The immediate family all started to get changed out of their dressy clothes. At about 4:30, Tara found her way to the kitchen just I was cleaning up with the team. “Babe. Thank you so much. I talked to my parents and told them we are going to head out. Go get yourself together and let's get on the road. If anyone deserves a good dinner tonight, it's you.” I went upstairs and took my first good look at myself in the mirror. I was covered in food remnants and splatters. I undressed and threw on jeans, and a new shirt. I packed up my stuff, grabbed Tara's bags and loaded up the car. We went back in to say goodbye to everyone. Henry and Lo were still with some remaining guests on the patio. The kids were playing video games. Lindsay was with some cousins and friends drinking a glass of wine. Fortunately, she was dressed in a pair of shorts, t-shirt and keds. Henry and Lo couldn't stop hugging and thanking me. The kids gave me high-fives. Lindsay gave me what ended up being a fairly chaste hug. As we pulled away, she said to Tara, “You've got a good one, T!” As I made my way toward the door, Henry reached out to me again, taking me another big bear hug. I've got some size, but I thought he was going to break my ribs. He pulled away and said, “You're a good man, Jason. Thank you.” With that he stuck out his hand for a final handshake. Having worked in restaurants for years, I felt the familiar “gentlemen's tip” moving some folded bills into my hand. “Don't say a word” he said quietly. You saved us today and if the servers got $200…that's the least I can do for you.“ I thanked him, hugged him again and discreetly put the money in my pocket. Tara and I hopped in the car and started heading to Midnock Valley Resort. We had about a 3 hour drive and we just chatted about the party in general. About an hour in, Tara asked me, "So, did she hit on you?” I didn't know how to answer…so I went with a blank stare. “Babe. It's ok. She does it all the time. It's some little sister thing. Wants to prove that she can be as grown up as me. But the good news is, if you had done anything – she would have told me right away and tell me you're a scumbag.” “But…..” “Sisters before Misters. It's the golden rule.” “Thank goodness you're hot” I joked, “Because that may be the most fucked-up and lamest thing anyone has ever said to me.” With that, we started laughing and settled in for the rest of the drive. To be continued.. By TruthwithaTwist for Literotica.

My girlfriend and her sister play dueling practical jokes on me. By TruthWithaTwist. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. I was midway through my first year of Graduate school, getting my MBA, when my girlfriend, Tara, asked if I wanted to drive to her family's house a few hours away for the weekend. It was her Mother and Step-Father's 20th wedding party and I jumped at the chance to get away from campus for a few days. The party was scheduled for April 2nd, but their actual anniversary was April 1st, which was a running joke in the family. The chance to get away sounded great and I knew that Tara and I would always find ways to entertain ourselves on long car rides. [[MORE]] I had started dating Tara at the beginning of the year, upon arriving at school. Tara was 3 years older than me at 28 years old. She had high cheekbones, silken brown hair and brown eyes that were expressive and sultry. She was the type of woman who could get you instantly hard with a smirk and sparkle from those eyes. Her body was amazing. Perfect tear-drop C-cup breasts, toned stomach and an ass that was just full enough to fill out the best pair of jeans. Within weeks of meeting, Tara and I became the “couple” in our friend group. Privately, we were a typical sex-focused young couple. Fortunately, we were both fairly adventurous and were willing to stretch the limits of our sexual fun. On Halloween, we found ourselves on the roof of my apartment building having sex dressed at Batman and Catwoman. One day, we decided to slink into the small town's only Adult Store where we bought a selection of toys to share, from handcuffs to vibrators to anal toys. After losing a bet on an Auburn/Alabama game on a Saturday, Tara found herself tied naked to the couch in my apartment for the duration of Sunday's Bears game as I alternated between watching the game and using her as I pleased. So, the idea of a road trip, even to her parents' house, was always a promising scenario. We didn't have classes on Friday so were on the road just after noon. It would take about 5 hours to drive to her house, so we filled my Jeep Cherokee with our bags and hit the road. I had met her parents before but it would be the first time I was meeting her younger sister, as well as her twin step-brother and step-sister. I was hearing that we were going to be doing some family-stuff on Saturday (visiting grandma, picking up stuff for the party, etc.) and then they were hosting an “anniversary brunch” at the house on Sunday. Since we both knew there would be no opportunity for frolicking while in her parents' house, Tara and I planned on heading out Sunday afternoon and stopping for the night somewhere along the way since we had no classes until Monday afternoon. Tara dozed off right out of town and started stirring after an hour or so of sleep. She was floating in and out of sleep, adjusting herself in the seat and staring out the window. I was focused on the road when I heard her mumble, “Oooh. Check that out” while looking out the window. Looking over, I saw her gesturing toward a billboard for the regions “Most Romantic Resort”. “Hot tubs! Private Cabins! Fireplaces” were all highlighted on the billboard. There was a picture of a couple cuddling in front of a fireplace to complete the obvious vibe they were going for. Tara grabbed a pen and scribbled down the phone number on a scrap of paper she found. She then grabbed my phone and called the property. I could only hear one side of the conversation where she was asking if there were rooms available, what types, how much and all those details. At one point, she reached into her purse, took out a credit card and read the number to the person she was talking to. After she hung up, she gave me an update. “So cool! They have cabins for Sunday night! The rate includes a dinner package in their restaurant; and listen about our room! It's a private cabin and it has an all-season hot tub, fireplace and she sold me on the ‘Romance Package' whatever THAT is” she laughed. “Well, I guess we're staying there, huh?” I chuckled back. “Of course! How can we pass up a cheesy romantic cabin in the hills, with dinner AND a romance package!” “So what the hell is in the Romance Package?” “I have no idea. The girl on the phone asked if we ‘would be interested in the Romance Package for an extra $35' what was I gonna say? No? Besides, it'll be fun. If we can get out of my parents' place by 4ish on Sunday, we could get there, have dinner, grab some drinks and then have fun in our cabin!” “But I still want to know what's in the romance package” I pressed, again. “Seriously? That's your big question? I have no idea. But it's a romantic resort we've never heard of, in the middle of nowhere - so I'm betting it's some of that kind of stuff from Spencer's Gifts. Y'know, flavored massage oil, blindfold, fake rose petals!” She started laughing at the expected lameness of the package. “Call back. Maybe there's a deluxe romance upgrade!” I laughed back, “See if we can get the handcuffs, vibrator, lube and a goat for $20 more!” I got a solid punch in the arm in addition to her response, “What the fuck is wrong with you? Of course you'd want that kind of stuff. Is that what you want? Me tied up in a remote cabin with a bunch of toys and a goat?” “I mean, besides the goat…..” I started, which earned me another punch in the arm. We settled back into the drive and were quiet for a few more minutes. When I looked over, I saw that Tara was definitely getting “fidgety” in her seat. 'You ok?“ I asked. “Um….I hate to actually admit this to you, but the thought of the cabin, you talking about tying me up, I'm actually getting wet.” Tara was slowly rubbing her thighs together, trying to build some friction. Her eyes were closed and her right hand was starting to rub her breast and nipple through her shirt. The subtle motions continued until she finally exclaimed, “Fuck….now I'm horny as shit.” She unbuckled her seatbelt and unbuttoned her jeans. Lifting her hips up off the seat, she slid her jeans and black panties down over her hips. Her pussy was now in clear view, she was mostly shaved, with a small landing strip. She settled back into her seat and thrust two of her fingers into her mouth. I watched as she got her index and middle finger nice and wet. With her eyes closed, she moved her hand down to her pussy and began to stroke up and down her lips. A moan escaped her as her fingers danced up and down, spreading her moisture over her most intimate area. She used her other hand to spread herself open as she started to flutter a finger on her clit. I had seen her masterbate enough to know this was her favorite approach to orgasm. A finger, vibrator or tongue flicking and dancing directly on her clit while having something penetrate her was a guaranteed path to a climax for her. As much as I wanted to reach over and touch her myself, I was struggling with a bunch of things, from watching the erotic scene next to me, to the constraints of my tightening jeans, to staying focused on the road. As I tried to watch her without getting us killed, I simply asked, “What are thinking about, babe?” “I just want to cum. I want you buried inside me, fucking me. I want you to bend me over, take me and fuck me hard.” I could tell Tara was getting close to coming, because she had this habit of getting red and flushed all across her chest when she came. When orgasms were especially intense, the splotches would extend all up her neck and into her cheeks. It was the tell-tale sign of a major Tara orgasm. Her hand picked up speed as I tried to push her over the edge. “Yeah? You looking forward to a good fuck? But what about your ass? You know how much I love your ass. Just think, when we have our cabin, I'll get my dick nice and wet in your pussy… I'll grab your ankles push them back so you are spread wide open.” Her hand was a blur at this point, she had worked two fingers from her other hand into her pussy while she continued the assault on her clit. “Uh….yeah….tell me….make me cum” she moaned. “I'll work that hard, lubed cock into your ass. Not thrusting yet. Just slowly pressing harder as I slide further into your hole.” “More…. almost there.” I reached down and adjusted my cock which was now uncomfortably wedged in some terrible trifecta of boxers, denim and seatbelt. I told her the rest of my plan. “I could reach over, pick up the vibrator and push it into your pussy, babe. When I turn it on, you'll feel me slamming into your ass, while the vibrator fills your pussy up. You'll feel me through the walls of your pussy pressing up against the toy, making us into one big vibe. Buzzing, thrusting, filling you up until you explode your hot juices all over the….” “Argh; Uhg; Uhg”. Tara's entire body clenched, spasmed, and shook for a moment. Her fingers kept dancing on her clit, but were slowing down as she recaptured her breath. She reached out and started to grab her breast before realizing that her hand was still covered in fluids. She flopped back in her seat, her chest and neck covered in bright red splotches, her legs still spread, gasping for air. For a minute, she looked like she had passed out, but slowly she got her breath and pulse back to normal. She said, “Fuck, dude. I'm going to show up at my parents house reeking of sex. We have to stop somewhere so I can clean up.” “Really? Not my fault. You started it with the whole hot tub, romance package thing. Consider this punishment for banishing me to the guest room for next 2 nights.” “I'm serious. Pull over when we can so I can get cleaned up.” She then added with a smirk, “And enjoy those blue balls that are gonna kick in REAL soon, smart ass. Maybe that will be my April Fools gift to you! Keep you hard all weekend, but not let you have any sort of release?” We did end up stopping at a rest plaza so Tara could get herself together. I stretched out for the last hour of the drive, trying to ignore the growing discomfort from my lack of personal release and hoping that Tara's didn't go through with her idea of a “fun” April Fools joke. When we finally pulled into the house, it was your typical suburban home. The family all came out to greet us. Henry and Lois, Tara's parents were the first ones out. They looked like two, normal American parents. Henry had a salt and pepper beard, and was a bit taller and heavier than me. Lois had a definite resemblance to Tara, but was shorter, stouter and jovial. In all honesty, I could 100% see them both using some white hair spray, padding and putting on costumes and being Mr. & Mrs. Claus at the local church or Christmas parade. I had met them before, so I was greeted with hugs and warm welcomes. Next up were Tara's much younger twin half-siblings, Josh and Denise. They looked to be at the start of their awkward teenage years with graphic t-shirts and overall disinterested looks on their faces. We worked our way into the house with our bags. Lois started, “Tara, your room is all set. Jason, we have a guest room upstairs next to Lindsay's room for you.” That's when we heard a voice from upstairs. “Hey bee otch. What's up?” I looked up and did a double take. I had seen pictures of Tara's younger sister Lindsay, but they were older pictures – from family vacations at Disney and the like. The young woman coming down the stairs instantly let me know what Tara looked like 8 years earlier. They could have been twins. Same hair, same eyes, same smile. Worse for me, she had the same body as Tara – just a bit firmer and younger. I could tell because Lindsay was dressed in a half-shirt showing her school logo and a pair of gray sweats emblazoned with PINK down the leg. Tara and Linsday hugged, while Lois hung her head with a voice only a mother can generate, “Really Lindsay? You couldn't have put on something other than what you sleep in to greet them?” “I did! I put on a bra!” laughed Lindsay as she purposely jumped up and down a bit. “Lindsay! Go get changed! We're going to Alfredo's for dinner. Now!” Henry's voice had that “father” tone that left no room for debate. We all separated to our rooms. Tara's was at the top of the stairs, then the twins rooms on each side of the hallway, then a bathroom, then Lindsay's whose room was next to mine in the corner. Henry & Lois had their room on the main floor down the hall from the kitchen where we walked in. We all went to dinner, got home, watched TV, and people slowly began drifting off to their rooms. I was tired from driving, so I went up and got settled in. I could hear people shuffling around as read a book in bed. In the room next door, I could hear Tara and Lindsey chatting and laughing as I dozed off. Saturday came and it was a cool, damp day. We all came down for breakfast and Tara and I maintained that awkward, “showing affection, but not being gross or inappropriate” you do around parents. We all had our list of errands to do that day. I was picking up booze for the party, plus some tables and linens since I had an SUV. Henry and Josh helped with some of it and we made multiple trips back and forth to stores all day long. Tara helped Lois pick up her dress and went to visit her grandma. For dinner, pizza and salads were ordered for the house and we all just went over the plan for the next day. Caterers were coming at 10 with the food, they were going to prep, cook and serve for when the party started at noon. Tara and Lindsay were going to help Lois get ready (they were renewing their vows to start the festivities) while Josh & Denise were told to get dressed and keep the house neat. After dinner, Tara asked if I wanted to go to the local pub. It was your typical local bar with beers, basic pub food and all locals. “Can I come too?” said Lindsay. There were some strange looks around the table until Lois said, “I think you have to be 21 on weekends.” “Not if you sit at a table at the bar, not the bar, itself. There are kids in there all the time.” Rebutted Lindsay. “Besides, if I go, I can drive home so you two can drink!” Tara jumped in, “Mom. Don't worry about it – I never get to see my sister, she can come along. Let's all get changed and go in 30.” With that, we cleaned up, freshened up, and went out to my car. As soon as we got in the car, the sisters starting giggling. Tara turned and looked at her sister in the back seat, “Ok to eat at the table. You are unreal!” “It's true….. technically!” Lindsay retorted. “OK, but since you're visiting from Connecticut, wouldn't you rather sit at the bar with the grown ups?” They then degenerated into torrents of laughter. “Ok”, I asked. “What am I missing?” Tara finally smartened me up, “Linds has a fake ID. Literally everyone knows about it ….. except Dad. Since he serves on the college faculty, we don't want him to have to lie, so we keep it from him. But yeah literally everyone else knows. Mom, me, the bartenders, everyone knows that "Becky” here just turned 20.“ Lindsay chimed in with, "I mean, I literally went to school with half the people that work there. The fact that they all know to call me Becky is Ah-mah-zing!” The bar was less than 10 minutes away, so we got there quickly and settled in at the bar. The whole night was a ton of fun. Tara and Lindsay…er…Becky….knew everyone. We drank Rolling Rock by the bucketful. Every time you turned around, someone else was buying a bucket of beers to share or a round of shots. The girls and I had migrated to a high-top table in the corner and the booze was definitely kicking in. When I ordered a couple of cokes in a row, Lindsay delicately asked, “Dude. What the fuck?” “Well, I figured you're not going to be in any shape to drive, so I figured I better stop now.” “HA! Why do you think we came up with that plan? It's only a 10 minute walk home if we cut through the high school grounds. We're gonna tell Dad that I didn't realize you drive a stick shift and I couldn't drive. Then, you can come and get the car in the morning!” The girls laughed, high-fived, and the night continued. I had some serious body weight on the sisters, but Man….could they put away the booze. Tara got up to use the restroom, which left me and Linsday alone. After a minute, she looked me in they eye, gave me a strangely-familiar sultry smile that I had seen from her sister and asked, “Like the shirt?” I looked at the shirt, with the clueless look only a guy can give and answered, “Yes, it looks great on you.” In truth, it was a nice top. It was a black and grey top that had a modern pattern throughout. The sleeves were different in that from the shoulders to the cuffs, there were criss-crossed pieces of fabric that left a lot of skin exposed. It wasn't really form-fitting, but Lindsey's pert breasts were definitely noticeable in it. “I actually got it from Tara. She left it behind after Christmas break and I snuck in and stole it from her. I just love the pattern. I think the sleeves are so cool.” Then, with her sister's trademark smirk she added, “ I really like the extra…. pattern and …. texture on the front.” Oh shit. I felt like one of those sitcoms where the main characters past flashes by in a quick montage … and I remembered the shirt. For my birthday in December, Tara and I went to New York City for the weekend. We went to a club and she wore that exact top with a pair of skintight leather pants and heels. We had been drinking and flirting and teasing all night long. BY the time we got back to the hotel, we fell into the elevator and started making out intensely. As we worked our tongues down each other's throats, I started unbuckling her belt. When I grabbed her wrists, she prepared herself for me to start undoing her pants and going after her pussy. Instead, I undid the belt halfway, threaded it through the webbing of her shirt cuffs and rethreaded it through the belt loops. Suddenly, she was like a prisoner with her hands cuffed behind her back. I continued to maul her mouth with mine until we heard the 'ding' of our floor. I walked her in front of me, with her hands bound until we got to our door. I fumbled out our key card and opened the door to our room. I pushed her inside and locked the door behind us. One of the most attractive things about Tara is that she would never back down. As I led her into the room, she got sharp sarcastic tone to her voice and said, “Nice, smart guy. But you can't get my pants down like this, can you?” “Who said I wanted what's in your pants?” I then pushed her so her legs hit the end of the bed. Before she could fall backwards…. I pushed her down and slid her forward onto her knees. She got the sexiest smile as I unbuckled my pants, dropped my boxers and simply said, “Suck.” Tara opened her mouth and enveloped my cock. She didn't start with anything delicate like licking and kissing, it was straight-up sucking. I'm average in the dick size department, so she took me in deep, getting all the way to my balls with ease, she came back and kept going with increasing suction. As I started to groan in pleasure, she began kissing the sides of my shaft until she got down to my balls. She took one, then, the other and licked and sucked on them. Then, it was back to my cock. She went back and forth, making it feel as good as any pussy I had ever been in. She backed off for a minute with I still remember as one of the sexiest sentences ever. “Either untie my hands so I can do this right, or grab me and fuck my face.” I chose the latter. I grabbed two fistfuls of her hair and started aggressively fucking her mouth and throat. To her credit, Tara kept up the suction and using her tongue as best she could while being forced on to my cock. Her eyes were watering a bit and as the pressure built, her saliva was dripping off her chin to the hotel carpet. Finally, when I hit my limit, I started to explode. The first two bursts went down her throat, but then I shocked her again. I pulled my cock from her mouth and let the remaining cum coat her face, mouth and the top of her shirt. When we finally finished, she said, “You fucker. This was a new shirt. But, with the grey pattern, I may just leave it like this. Everyone will think it's part of the shirt, but you and I know I'm wearing your cum around my neck like a medal every time I have it on.” All of this came flooding back to me in the bar as I struggled for words, “Uh…well, it looks great on you… Linds… er… Becky. I mean…. fuck.” Tara walked back to table to see my bright red face and Lindsay beaming. “He figured out the shirt didn't he?” Then to me, “Sorry, babe. You'll learn to understand my sister's weird sense of humor.” Lindsay added, “C'mon! Think of it as an April Fools joke! I mean, the look on your face was awesome.” “April Fools joke?” I questioned as I looked back at Tara, “How does she even know about that shirt?” “Babe. You're an only child. You don't understand how much sisters like to share things.” “What do you mean share?” I fumbled. That earned me a solid punch in the arm from Tara, which seemed to be happening fairly often on this trip. “Ew! Gross! I meant stories! Not men! This isn't some porn you watch when I'm not over your place, you sicko! So, don't get your "twin cest” fantasies all wound up in your head, you ass!“ "Fuck……” was pretty much all I could mutter as we went back to drinking. After another hour or so, we walked home. It was chilly, which helped us to sober up a bit, but we were still pretty buzzed. We walked in the door just after midnight and went to our rooms. At about 2:30, I felt something stirring on my bed. As I opened my blurry eyes, I could see the darkened form of Tara in our College's Sweatshirt and a pair of purple checkered panties slowly straddling me. “Shush. Everyone's sleeping” she whispered, “We have to be quiet.” She started gyrating those purple panties against my swelling cock while she kept her hands behind her on my thighs. My cock was rock hard and started to emerge from the fly in my boxers. I could feel the wetness of her pussy coming through her panties starting to lubricate my cock. As she started to moan, she lifted my hands under her sweatshirt to her tits. I grabbed a handful of her bare tits and started to feel her nipple stiffening. That's when it hit me. Twice. In the same second. Tara didn't own purple panties. In fact, she hates the color purple. Next, those weren't her tits. They were close. They were amazing. But they weren't Tara's. All of a sudden, I was like John Cena kicking out of a pin, or more accurately a fish flopping around on land. “Lindsay! Get off” I whisper-yelled and I gave her a solid shove. She landed on her ass at the foot of the bed. I was expecting tears, I was expecting a commotion, I was expecting to be killed by my girlfriend or her father. Instead, I got another smirk. “Oh well, I tried. April Fools?”  And she got up and left the room as quietly as she had entered. For the second time in as many days, I was left with a solid hard on, with the scent of an incredibly hot woman left behind. Needless to say, I got an awful night sleep. Between the alcohol, the late-night visit, and a raging hard-on, I had lost the sleep battle. I was also seriously wondering if I was somehow going to be blamed, then killed for the events of the night before. I needed to burn off some stress and the remaining alcohol, so I got up at 7:30 with the sun streaming through a crack in the window and threw on my running gear. I hit the empty neighborhood streets and started to sweat out everything from the night before. At the end of my loop, I ran back by the bar and picked up my car. As I arrived back at the house around 9:00 with coffee and donuts (in case I needed a bribe), everything seemed normal. I visited with everyone, went upstairs to grab a shower and get changed to help out for the day. When I came down at 10:15 – everything had gone to Hell. Lois was sobbing, Henry was on the phone yelling. Tara and Lindsay were trying to offer suggestions, while Josh and Denise stared silently. Pulling Tara aside, I asked, “T – what's going on?” “Turns out the caterer fucked up. They dropped off the food while you were upstairs, but they aren't staying to prep it, cook it, set it out or serve it. Lo is losing her mind, Henry is ready to punch someone.” Henry was screaming into the phone, “And I know more people in this town that I will destroy your business, do you understand?!?” “Hey Lois?” I tried to interrupt. But Lois couldn't stop crying, “Oh, girls, it's ruined. We can't get all this done in time for the guests.” “Uh….Tara? Henry?” I attempted to get anyone's attention. “Thanks For Nothing, Henry Yelled; and slammed the phone!! "Oh Henry…..Wah!” As they hysterics built to a crescendo, I finally spoke loudly enough to cut through the noise. “Uh, Anyone? Just Stop for a second!” While Lois was still whimpering, there was at least some silence. “No offense, but I'm literally standing right here. You know I spent all of college working in restaurants and bars, right? Plus, all my work experience is with caterers and managing events. I literally oversaw a functions department that did weddings for 2,000 people at a hotel in Dallas. I think I can handle 50 friends and family.” Tara was the first to speak, “Oh, my God, J ……thank you. But you can't do all this yourself. I'll help?” “Nope. But here's what I need: You get Lois ready like you planned. Henry, you and the kids finish cleaning up and putting up the tables and stuff. When the flowers get here, show them where it all goes. Linds – you knew a bunch of people working at the bar last night. Can you start texting, calling, whatever, and see if ANY of them can get their asses over here for a quick $100 bucks today? You and I will run that crew.” Lois finally was starting to calm down. “Are you sure, Jason? You're supposed to be a guest.” “Don't worry about it. This is literally what I do. Consider this my gift to you. I'll just keep the salt & pepper shakers that say 'Henry and Lois' for my place!” Henry gave me a big bear hug and said to me and Lindsay, “Tell your friends $200 each. If you can get them and pull this off, I'll pay anything.” And with that, everyone started their tasks. I grabbed the prep instructions the caterers had left and started to figure out timing and how the ovens worked. I was looking for some baking trays under the cabinets, when Lindsay came down and told me she had one bartender, a waitress and a waiter on their way. “Awesome. Any idea when they'll get here? I'm gonna need some help in here.” “Dude. I woke them up after they worked a night shift. Be glad we got who we did. I'll tell you what, I'll help you for now, then when they get here I'll get changed. That way, I'll know what's going on too. Once the party starts, I can be the runner for you and them.” I stood up, walked over and gave Lindsay a big hug. Once again, I felt her amazing tits – this time pressed up against me through her sweater. With that, we started working. I was scribbling on a pad I found, how I was going to schedule out the food so we had it flowing the whole time. Lindsay was unwrapping all the food trays and putting them in different parts of the kitchen at my direction. Time flew by and at noon the servers started showing up. Ed was actually one of the bartenders I met the night before. I had Lindsay show him to the patio, where the makeshift bar was set up. Then I told her to get dressed for the ceremony. I took Leslie & Marc and told them how we were laying things out. As soon as the ceremony ended, we wanted champagne poured and passed out for a toast. While they did that, I'd put the cold platters in the family room and living room. Then, we had time to start pulling the hot food, which they would pass from room to room. As the guests arrived, things picked up. The rooms were small and tight. Leslie, Marc and I were running around with platters of food and clearing old plates. Of course, we were also taking requests from people who were too lazy to walk the 30 feet to Ed at the bar. At about 1:30, I was in the kitchen, on the ground trying to reach into the back of a cabinet for a cake platter. I heard the familiar click-click of high heel shoes and squirmed out of the cabinet. I looked over to see that I was within a tongue-length of an amazing pair of legs perched on a pair of black heels. My eyes traveled up to see that Lindsay was wearing a short, pleated yellow skirt with a white blouse that accentuated her amazing tits. “You need anything, boss?” she asked. “Uh…no Linds. All is good here.” She took a half step forward and could have straddled my head and answered, “You sure?” “Lindsay, c'mon, kid, you gotta stop with the flirting. You're killing me.” Without moving, she continued, “I may have been drunk last night, but I figured out what tipped you off it wasn't me. First, it was my tits. You've felt Tara's enough to know mine weren't hers. I should have kept your hands outside the sweatshirt, Next, it was the panties. Tara hates purple. So, I fixed that, too,” With that, she lifted her skirt to show me her naked pussy. It's not an understatement to say it was amazing. The lips were shaved bare, but she kept a very thin, very fine landing strip that ended at the top of her cleft, just like her sister. Everything looked perfect and it was all…right…there. “I mean you haven't had a chance to stop and eat. Don't you want a snack?” Sounds of people heading our way made Lindsay drop her skirt, grab a platter of desserts and leave the room with a flounce. “I swear” I muttered to myself as I readjusted my dick yet again, “one more little prank from her and I'm gonna murder someone this weekend.” At this point, I was tired, sweating, and laying on the tile floor of a kitchen, trying to hide my erectness. Finally, after a few hours, the party started to wind down. Friends left, some family members remained. The immediate family all started to get changed out of their dressy clothes. At about 4:30, Tara found her way to the kitchen just I was cleaning up with the team. “Babe. Thank you so much. I talked to my parents and told them we are going to head out. Go get yourself together and let's get on the road. If anyone deserves a good dinner tonight, it's you.” I went upstairs and took my first good look at myself in the mirror. I was covered in food remnants and splatters. I undressed and threw on jeans, and a new shirt. I packed up my stuff, grabbed Tara's bags and loaded up the car. We went back in to say goodbye to everyone. Henry and Lo were still with some remaining guests on the patio. The kids were playing video games. Lindsay was with some cousins and friends drinking a glass of wine. Fortunately, she was dressed in a pair of shorts, t-shirt and keds. Henry and Lo couldn't stop hugging and thanking me. The kids gave me high-fives. Lindsay gave me what ended up being a fairly chaste hug. As we pulled away, she said to Tara, “You've got a good one, T!” As I made my way toward the door, Henry reached out to me again, taking me another big bear hug. I've got some size, but I thought he was going to break my ribs. He pulled away and said, “You're a good man, Jason. Thank you.” With that he stuck out his hand for a final handshake. Having worked in restaurants for years, I felt the familiar “gentlemen's tip” moving some folded bills into my hand. “Don't say a word” he said quietly. You saved us today and if the servers got $200…that's the least I can do for you.“ I thanked him, hugged him again and discreetly put the money in my pocket. Tara and I hopped in the car and started heading to Midnock Valley Resort. We had about a 3 hour drive and we just chatted about the party in general. About an hour in, Tara asked me, "So, did she hit on you?” I didn't know how to answer…so I went with a blank stare. “Babe. It's ok. She does it all the time. It's some little sister thing. Wants to prove that she can be as grown up as me. But the good news is, if you had done anything – she would have told me right away and tell me you're a scumbag.” “But…..” “Sisters before Misters. It's the golden rule.” “Thank goodness you're hot” I joked, “Because that may be the most fucked-up and lamest thing anyone has ever said to me.” With that, we started laughing and settled in for the rest of the drive. To be continued.. By TruthwithaTwist for Literotica.

Menopause Whist Black Season SIX Episode 1! We're BAAAAACK!  Our guest this week is @theKarenArthur - ex teacher and fashion designer, now broadcaster and founder of this podcast @menopausewhilstblack . Yes it's me!  Here's my bio: "Karen Arthur is a Black woman with a powerful story to tell. From an unexpected and unplanned departure from her teaching career, brought on breakdown triggered by her menopause, she reemerged.  Karen had help through therapy to unpack a long abusive relationship, grief, anxiety and depression and a deep loss of self, to become a fashion designer, model, menopause diversity campaigner and positive ageing advocate".  Episode one of this brand new season is hosted by previous guest Creative coach, speaker and artist Adah Parris.  We talk about: Anxiety, Depression and menopause - a surprising triple threat The liberation that arrived when learning to set boundaries > Growing up Black in white spaces The futility of trying to fit in Vulnerability as the ultimate strength. …and so much more. Adah truly went above and beyond with her questions, and the result is a wonderfully frank mix of wisdom and laughter. If my story resonates with you please do share this episode with others who may benefit from our words and advice. Don't forget to leave a comment or positive review on your chosen platform! New episodes drop every Wednesday! Please note: These episodes are conversations between humans discussing their own menopause experiences. They are no substitute for advice and consultation with a qualified health professional. No two menopause experiences are the same so do remember to do your own research. Don't forget to subscribe wherever you listen or hop over to YouTube for your visual fix , and recommend to a friend (or three) who you think would enjoy this episode.  NOTES Nova Reid, The Good Ally book Nat Lue Recovering people pleaser Sweatshirt and The Joy of Saying No book  Audrey Lorde - Poetry is not a Luxury Rolys Fudge   CONNECT Menopause Whilst Black on Instagram:  Karen Arthur  on Instagram  MWBPod website Reach out to Adah Parris at https://www.adahparris.com/ and  https://www.adahparris.art/ If you are a brand or business whose values align with Menopause Whilst Black consider sponsoring a season or an epsiode of this podcast. Get in touch for rates: juanita@tgrg.co.uk  Jiggle your bits to our Spotify Playlist Email the show: thekarenarthur@mail.com Like, subscribe, follow and rate Menopause whilst Black on Instagram, Facebook and YouTube. Karen Arthur is a menopause activist and campaigner and host of this podcast plus a new bi-weekly weekend radio show on Golddust radio 'Can We Talk'. Listen to the latest episode on Soundcloud: https://soundcloud.com/user-345169177/karen-arthur-can-we-talk-episode-11-with-cyndi-hanson-on-gold-dust-radio-16-3-24 https://www.golddusthub.com/radio *We recognise that inclusive language is important in ensuring that ALL who experience menopause are seen and heard. The term ‘women' is used whilst mindful of this. Join our mailing list.  Team MWB: Producer and Editor: Beyongolia Productions Digital design and communications: Yaa Studio Space

Eight years after the viral success of "Sweatshirt," Jacob Sartorius has evolved into a contemplative singer-songwriter. Recent tracks like "homebody" and "luv" reveal a more mature musician facing grownup issues. His latest single, "Lonely," is a duet with friend Audrey Mika. The piano-driven song explores the fallout of a failed relationship. It's relatable, sad, and super catchy. Known for collaborations with artists like Tate McRae and Gryffin, Mika gained famed by posting covers of hit songs on YouTube. She's focused on original music the last few years, but continues to perform songs by Billie Eilish and Ariana Grande. Jordan and Demi talk to Sartorius and Mika about how they met, their collaboration, and how to get over a breakup.

Marci has the wrong clothes to go out in public…and ends up out in public. The epic wardrobe fail of Williams, Arizona. The privilege of the curtain-less window. Landlords and the people who hate them

In this episode Christian and Fitz dive into the big NFL news so far in the off-season along with some advice for some teams as the final month of the NBA regular season is upon us and much more…

Today we are tackling some listener-submitted questions, shedding light on the seldom-discussed operational use of scuba gear in real-world missions, the intricate balance of combat training, and the innovative development side of the SEAL teams, and of course, some relationship advice. 1. A deep dive into the waters of SEAL operations, exploring the real-life application of scuba gear in the field, the emphasis on shooting and CQB, and the vital role of development within the SEAL community. From parachuting innovations to sharing cutting-edge tactics with the broader SEAL teams, and the role of NSW Development Group in shaping the greater SOF community.  2. After nearly a decade together, a man's world is rocked by his wife's revelation that their futures may not align. They stand at the crossroads of differing passions and life goals, love, personal growth, and the quest for mutual fulfillment. Can a relationship weather the storm of divergent dreams? How does one support a partner in discovering their true desires while facing the potential end of a shared journey? Check out the new Cleared Hot Flannel and Sweatshirt: https://shop.clearedhotpodcast.com/collections/podcast-gear Wolf 21- Check out what they have to offer for the best sleep of your life: https://www.thewolf21.com Use Code: "clearedhot" for 30% off of your 1st order The Speed of War Comic Series: https://www.thespeedofwar.com/  

Scott Tatum is a seasoned veteran in the fields of emergency medicine and tactical medical support. With over 35 years of experience, Scott's career has spanned the adrenaline-fueled roles of helicopter rescue work, street medic, and currently, the med team leader for a county sheriff's Bomb Squad and Tact Team, in addition to teaching tactics to aircrew members for US Customs and Border Protection Air & Marine Operations. This episode, however, takes us on a different kind of mission: Scott shares the profound and personal story of fulfilling a promise to his mother as she faced the end of her life due to aggressive cancer. The decision to ensure her passing was without suffering, the conversations had, the goodbyes shared, and the ultimate act of love and duty performed. Scott opens up about the mental and emotional toll this experience exerted on him, leading to a complete erasure of his memories of his mother before that fateful day. Despite undergoing extensive therapy, including EMDR, the memories remain elusive, sparking questions about the impact of high-stress professions on personal relationships and mental health. Join us as Scott reflects on his incredible journey through medicine and rescue, the challenges of compartmentalizing professional and personal identities, and the silent struggles that professionals like him face. Check out the new Cleared Hot Flannel and Sweatshirt: ⁠https://shop.clearedhotpodcast.com/collections/podcast-gear⁠ Wolf 21- Check out what they have to offer for the best sleep of your life: ⁠https://www.thewolf21.com⁠ Use Code: "clearedhot" for 30% off of your 1st order The Speed of War Comic Series: ⁠https://www.thespeedofwar.com/⁠

We are diving deep into the heart of personal struggle, resilience, and the journey toward healing amidst life's most challenging moments. Part 1: A tale of betrayal and self-discovery unfolds as one listener shares the heart-wrenching journey of dealing with infidelity, emotional abuse, and the looming shadow of divorce. With young children and a family in turmoil, this story navigates the delicate balance of protecting loved ones while honoring one's own worth and seeking a path to healing. The listener questions how to recognize when a marriage is beyond repair and how to approach the possibility of divorce without fracturing the fragile world their children inhabit. Part 2: From the grip of domestic violence to the precipice of life-altering decisions, another listener recounts the harrowing escape from an abusive stepfather and the complex dynamics of a family torn apart by violence and betrayal. Caught between the dreams of education and the harsh realities of survival, he contemplates the merits of military service versus the pursuit of personal passion and the search for a fulfilling career in a world that feels devoid of direction. Check out the new Cleared Hot Flannel and Sweatshirt: ⁠https://shop.clearedhotpodcast.com/collections/podcast-gear⁠ Wolf 21- Check out what they have to offer for the best sleep of your life: ⁠https://www.thewolf21.com ⁠ Use Code: "clearedhot" for 30% off of your 1st order The Speed of War Comic Series: ⁠https://www.thespeedofwar.com/⁠

In this thought-provoking episode of The Fallible Man Podcast, host Brent delves into the evolving concept of manhood in the modern era. Drawing from historical perspectives and contemporary insights, Brent explores the shifts in defining masculinity while proposing a redefined narrative for men in 2024. From the traditional roles of provider and protector to the emerging ideals of pioneers, pursuers, and the purposeful, Brent challenges listeners to expand their understanding of what it means to be a man in today's world. Through engaging discussions and personal anecdotes, he navigates the complexities of masculinity with warmth, wisdom, and authenticity. Join Brent on a journey to redefine manhood, empower yourself to pursue your dreams relentlessly, and embrace a renewed sense of purpose and passion. Don't miss out on this transformative conversation—subscribe to The Fallible Man Podcast and be part of the movement to elevate masculinity in 2024 and beyond. Visit www.thefallibleman.com for more exclusive content and gear.  

Embark on a personal and enlightening expedition with me, Cheryl, as we navigate the waters of homeschooling alongside Kathy Gibbens of the "Filter it Through a Brain Cell" podcast. Kathy is a homeschool Mom who first learned about logical fallacies along with her 7th grade daughter. She quickly realized that this little-taught skill is essential for navigating all the crazy messages we are being bombarded with by culture. Last year, Kathy got off the bench and launched her podcast, where she teaches critical thinking in short, fun episodes and is passionate about helping the next generation learn to think well and love God with their mind.Together, we uncover the rich tapestry of motivations that lead families to educate from home, challenging the stereotypes and embracing a philosophy of independent thought and strong values. Kathy draws from her well of experience, revealing the profound ways in which homeschooling can cultivate discernment in young minds, amidst a sea of media narratives and persuasive propaganda.In our latest episode, we're not just talking about the logistics of teaching math or phonics at home; we're delving into the essence of what it means to truly learn. Kathy and I dissect the strategies for nurturing critical thinkers, using everyday situations to expose fallacies and biases that so often cloud our judgment. Whether it's through engaging discussions or the simple act of reading together, education unfurls as a personal journey rather than a one-size-fits-all curriculum, unlocking the boundless potential within each child.As we close this chapter, we ponder the paths that unfold beyond the homeschooling horizon, where traditional routes of education make way for innovation and self-driven success. Kathy illuminates the exciting prospects for homeschooled children as they embrace entrepreneurship and alternative learning, crafting a future that resonates with their individual passions. For parents and children alike, this conversation is a testament to the power of choice in education and an invitation to redefine what it means to live a fulfilled and continuously learning life.Get in touch with Kathy:www.filteritthroughabraincell.comIG: @filteritthroughabraincellemail: think@filteritthroughabraincellpodcast: Filter It Through a Brain Cell*****PLEASE share SHARE share this link with friends and in your favorite homeschool group facebook page if you enjoy this podcast and want to hear more episodes! http://thehomeschoolhowto.com/Grab your Sweatshirt! "Be the Role Model Your Government Fears"- The Homeschool How To Podcast: http://thehomeschoolhowto.com/Do you want to help your children learn about true history, sound money, personal freedom, responsibility, entrepreneurship and individual rights? Then check out The Tuttle Twins books through my link:Cheryl's link to: The Tuttle Twinswith coupon code: Cheryl40for 40% off ages 5-11 book series and more!Support the showInstagram: TheHomeschoolHowToPodcast Facebook: The Homeschool How To Podcast

Who will help guide Santa's sleigh tonight‽ It's our annual Gift Guide review, and although Josh has had too much eggnog, Kyle the Red-Nosed Reindeer is here to help finish out your holiday shopping list. There are pencils that will encourage you to sketch more, apparel for your naked designer friends, tools for adding typography into your next woodworking project, and more than enough globby holiday spirit. And Josh responds to a fan letter with "Yes Virginia, There is a Perfect Font" to remind us of the true meaning of Christmas: loving the fonts you're with...Happy Holidays!Font releases highlighted in this episode:Synt from ABC DinamoEsperanza from Labor & WaitEase from Studio Feixen Calyx from Blaze TypeFrom Santa's Type Toy Shop:Alphabet Keytags from Colophon"Fully Charged" Pencils from PSTL Jokker Cards from Displaay TypeLetraset-Inspired Sticker Sheets from Toko Type"You Live and You Kern" Sweatshirt from Goodtype 'Footnotes' Socks from PSTL .NOTDEF Glyph I Love You from Bastarda TypeShift Happens by Marcin WicharyLetraset, the DIY Typography Revolution by Adrian ShaughnessyMono is the New Black from Counter Print ABC Connector Plates & Fonts from ABC DinamoBlockface Kit from Open Press ProjectRails & Tiles from Shop at Matter Typography options for house numbers from Door No. Co.Support the Interrogang and help us expand what Proof&Co. and the Interrogang have to offer!Subscribe to TypeCraft, our sister podcast, for hour long interviews and visual companions from some of the industry leaders in type!Subscribe to the Weekly Newsletter or The Concierge Newsletter for all the independent type news that's fit to email!Get your 2022 Annual Report and Almanac, our data-driven look at the world of independent typography in 2022!Support the show

Did Evan wear the same shirt back to back days?

In this exclusive interview, we dive deep into the story behind the viral success of the Pickle Sweatshirt, created by Jess Slone of Bad Addiction Boutique. Discover how an inside joke turned into TikTok Shop's best-selling item, as Jess shares her journey from concept to market dominance. We also explore the impact of influential figures like Mikayla Noguiera who have contributed to the pickle sweatshirt's viral fame. For more celebrity and creator interviews, marketing insights and TikTok trends - subscribe to the channel! Follow Bad Addiction Boutique: tiktok.com/@badaddictionboutique instagram.com/badaddictionboutique "Why is the pickle sweatshirt taking over TikTok?" Today Show Article: https://www.today.com/food/trends/pickle-sweatshirt-tiktok-rcna100656 Buy the pickle sweatshirt: https://shopbadaddiction.com/products/pickle-jars-sweatshirt -- You can find more episodes of “Ahead of the Curve with Coco Mocoe” wherever you find your favorite podcasts or on YouTube. Tune in weekly for pop culture news, marketing trends and interviews with people making waves on the internet. Follow Coco on socials: tiktok.com/@cocomocoe instagram.com/cocomocoe For business inquiries, email: cocomocoe@whalartalent.com TAGS: #JessSlone #BadAddictionBoutique #PickleSweatshirt #TikTokShop #MikaylaNoguiera #FashionTrends #Entrepreneurship #Interview

Today's podcast episode is a short one where Shaylee and Kiley talk about their spooky encounters & Kiley shares some halloween-inspired conspiracy theories. Shaylee's dress - https://bit.ly/48UpGpo Kiley's Sweatshirt - https://bit.ly/471Dgpp We are Kiley and Shaylee, sisters navigating different seasons of life being engaged (now married) and divorced.  Let's talk about it ALL - weddings, figuring life out after divorce, dating, and more. If you prefer, you can watch all our episodes on our YouTube channel! https://www.youtube.com/channel/UChwxLmofZP7QseZPsz2DGFw Follow us on instagram @engagedanddivorced & also our individual accounts @heykiley @shayleejustshaylee

Jason and Homer start the 2nd Homer talking about Jason and Matt LaFleur's interaction yesterday about Jordan Love's Accuracy issue. Wilde & Tausch Trivia Round 2. WHOA JOSHHY. Feel Good Friday.

The first sweatshirt bet of the year ended with Jim Costa becoming a meme. Mike and Jim talk about what transpired during the Michigan State and Central Michigan game. Download the latest episode of Cash the Ticket today. To learn more about listener data and our privacy practices visit: https://www.audacyinc.com/privacy-policy Learn more about your ad choices. Visit https://podcastchoices.com/adchoices

From 'Cash The Ticket' (subscribe here): The Fighting Valenti's (Michigan State) vs. the Confident Costa's (Central Michigan) takes place Friday night in the opener for both schools. In this battle of alumni's, Valenti and Costa set the stage for their bet. Download the latest episode of Cash the Ticket today. To learn more about listener data and our privacy practices visit: https://www.audacyinc.com/privacy-policy Learn more about your ad choices. Visit https://podcastchoices.com/adchoices

The Fighting Valenti's (Michigan State) vs. the Confident Costa's (Central Michigan) takes place Friday night in the opener for both schools. In this battle of alumni's, Valenti and Costa set the stage for their bet. Download the latest episode of Cash the Ticket today. To learn more about listener data and our privacy practices visit: https://www.audacyinc.com/privacy-policy Learn more about your ad choices. Visit https://podcastchoices.com/adchoices

Tom finds the the hottest clothing trend and Molly drops some acid. Then Tom drinks the Rosé Kool-Aid, while Molly finds a streaming sensation.Get the transcript here. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Is there Anything Better than Bill & Paul talking about soft sweatshirts, prison, and driving across Canada together.

Hour 3: Ranger fans touched the money and now they got themselves a series. Craig caught some flak today from a few people in his past. And Evan wore a Met's sweatshirt that didn't sit well with Tommy.