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It was then that I realized I hadn’t worn a condom, but I was so drunk, I thought it didn’t matter. My phone dinged; Stevie had sent me a picture of her at a party with her friends. She must have sent the same picture to Sawyer, because I heard his phone go off as well. He looked at the picture and then put his phone away, but I couldn’t take my eyes off it that easily. Stevie was in a pair of ripped jeans and a black tank top, her cleavage glistening with a light sheen of sweat. Her gorgeous legs looked even longer than usual, because she was wearing pink stiletto heels that matched her nails. I hardly even noticed her other friends in the picture, because my eyes were only on her. Little did she know how I’d imagined I was pounding into her a few minutes ago – just to be able to get off – instead of the busty blonde. It was either that or I’d have fucked Stevie. I took in a deep breath, and tried to ignore my slowly growing obsession with her, once again.

***

Of course that girl ended up getting pregnant. Just my luck. I didn’t have to worry that much about it though, because my parents paid her $10,000 to get an abortion and to transfer to another school, which she did happily because she didn’t want the baby either. She hadn’t seemed like someone malicious, who wanted something out of it all. She’d seemed pretty scared when she told me she was pregnant, and I don't think she even knew who my parents were or that I was from money. We were all drunk that night and it was just a meaningless quick fuck. Nevertheless, my parents made sure I was present for the abortion and everything to ensure its validity.

It was only then, once Sawyer realized what had happened, that he seemed to start taking my feelings for his sister seriously.

***

“Are you fucking kidding me, man? That’s fucking nuts! I can’t believe this!” Sawyer’s head was in his hands, as he paced back and forth, trying to make sense of everything I’d just told him about my pregnant girl scare. I had kept it from him because I knew he would have thought me wild and irresponsible, and I honestly didn’t want to disappoint him. Sawyer was one of the very few people whose opinions and thoughts I cared about.

“I thought you were wearing a condom!”

“Come on, bro. We were all drunk. I thought I was wearing one too until I came inside her and pulled out. I would have said something in the moment, but I was distracted by that fucking picture your sister sent.”

“Oh no you don’t, Hudson! Don’t even mention her. Not my sister! You are not going to get her mixed up in your bullshit!” His eyes narrow on me in suspicion.

“What are you talking about, man?”

“I swear to God, Hudson. You leave my sister alone. Whatever the fuck is going on in your mind when you think of her? It stops now!” Sawyer had walked right up to me and was glaring at me. I could tell he was pissed off. We had bumped heads a few times, but never like this. He’d never gotten in my face before.

“My sister has a bright future ahead of her and this is not the kind of shit that she needs to fuck up her life. No offense, but I don’t want her around your family or to have to worry about the expectations of your parents. I don’t even want to think of Stevie in the types of situation you put other girls in. All that kinky fuckery? She’s not into that shit. She’s not like these other girls we have fun with.”

He was being a bit harsh, for Sawyer, but he was being nicer than I felt most people would have been, in the same situation.

“Fine.”

***

I definitely did my best to get Stevie out of my head after that. Instead, I tried to focus on Tricia, my dad’s friend, Herman Mars’, daughter. My parents normally go on and on about the senator, but when we went to Cabo during school break, they outdid themselves, by hinting at a wedding to cement the family ties. I remember feeling nauseous at the thought of even wanting to fuck Tricia. She already had a boyfriend, anyway, although her parents didn’t approve of him. He was a druggie who was pulling her into some awful habits. I figured the senator was hoping that I could pull her out of it. But, I’m not in the business of saving so-called “damsels in distress”. We get along okay; she just isn’t my type, at all. According to her, I’m not hers either.

Stevie, however, oh boy, is she my type. I feel the blood pooling in my groin as my thoughts go to her all spreadeagled on my bed, her arms bound to my top bedposts and her legs to the bottom ones. I grab my dick in my hands and start stroking it, remembering her tight walls wrapped around it. She is always so warm; she heats up my body from the inside out. I hate that she has this much power over me.

My hand starts to move faster, as I picture her passing out from pleasure and waking up to start again. I know I have the same effect on her. She can’t fucking get enough of me. Such a dirty little slut.

I groan as I feel my balls tighten, envisioning her cumming all over my dick, while screaming my name. My name never sounds better than when it’s coming from her lips and when we fuck, I play it like a soundtrack in my head all day. Fuck, why does she have to be so hot?

“Hey, man! Are you ready yet?” A knock comes at my door and I hear Sawyer’s voice from the other side. I look down to see the mess I’ve created in my lap; all over my basketball shorts. Shit.

“Yeah, give me a sec!” I quickly get up and change into boxers and a pair of jeans. I throw on one of my fraternity T-shirts and open the door.

“What was that about earlier?” Sawyer wiggles his eyebrows at me as we start walking to the common area for our fraternity meeting. Sawyer and I have been in the same fraternity since I got to Michigan State, and I’m the fraternity head.

“Oh, you know, just a quick fuck to release some pent up energy.” I stretch my arms above my head, laughing.

“Oh I bet! Who was the lucky girl this time? I hope you wore a fucking condom!” Sawyer’s tone was a warning, but he’s always like this now, ever since that unfortunate pregnancy.

“Just some hottie, who gave me the eye when I walked by her after Calculus this morning. I knew she was DTF from the moment we locked eyes. Boy, she was a freak! Let me tie her up and everything!”

“Damn, man. You really have these girls giving up all their morals for you,” he laughs, and we high five each other. “You should’ve let me in to get a piece of that.”

“Ha ha, maybe the next one!” I snort. He definitely wouldn’t have said that if he knew who had been on the other side of that door. I think he would have thrown up if he would have known he’d said that about his own sister.

When we arrive at the common area, everyone seems to be present and on time, so I get the meeting started. We discuss the plans for the school year, including any Greek society events, as well as some personal fraternity parties that we plan on hosting. I had a list of theme ideas. Our fraternity was known for throwing the best parties ever, and I knew this year would be no different.

Once the meeting finishes, Sawyer approaches me.

“Have you talked to your parents recently?”