Molly's Little Sister

An eBook By Jack Allen.

Ethan and Molly twirled on the dance floor like butterflies in a light, warm, summer breeze. The music was delightful, and she looked more beautiful than a field of fresh flowers. Her eyes sparkled as she spun in Ethan’s arms. He was so happy he had asked to go with him to the prom. She was probably the one girl he knew in the whole world with whom he felt he would like to spend the rest of his life. She liked him as much as he liked her, she was smart, she was kind, she listened to him, and she was beautiful. She was the first girl he had met who he wanted to get to know rather than just screw her brains out.

She had lovely auburn hair and eyes as green and bright as the leaves on the tree in spring. She had a smile that melted his heart and a musical laugh that charmed him the first time he heard it, which was when he ran into a freshman in front of her locker when he was in a hurry and spilled his notebooks and text books in a shower of sheets of paper. She had laughed because she had known he was a hockey player and figured him to be a macho, insensitive jock. She was touched when he not only didn’t shout at the freshman and threaten to beat the hell out of him, but was more reassuring and simply bent down to collect his papers with, she noticed in surprise, a blush of embarrassment. She later learned that he had run into that freshman because he was staring at her and not watching where he was going.

The song ended and they went back to their table. He pulled out her seat for her and sat beside her. They looked in each other’s eyes for a few moments and kissed. They broke apart and Molly blushed.

"Oh, Ethan," she giggled.

Ethan smiled at her and just glanced down for a moment and caught a glimpse of her cleavage down the front of her low-cut dress. The beautiful sight made his penis twitch, but he quickly looked away because he liked Molly and he didn’t want to just lust after her like he did most other girls.

"Isn’t that your sister?" Molly asked.

"Where?"

"The one with all the guys around her table?"

Ethan looked and saw Pam, looking gorgeous in her tightfitting, red dress, sitting at a table practically surrounded with guys.

"Yeah," he said.

"I didn’t know she was so popular."

"Neither did I."

Tom said something funny and Pam laughed out loud. Mark and Steve and Joe laughed with her. The whisky she used to spike the punch was making her feel silly. Her face was warm and she could feel her bare chest flush red right down to where her breasts were held by the constricting dress. She could feel her breasts jiggling when she shook with laughter, and she knew that all of these guys around her were enjoying the sight in their own way. She looked around at their faces and each of them quickly looked up to her eyes to avoid the embarrassment of being caught staring at her tits, and she thought it was so funny she began to laugh again.

She looked at them again. There were four of them. Tom and Mark were in her class and Steve and Joe were seniors, and they were all handsome guys, if not gentlemen. She believed she was horny enough to take them all on. She grinned at the thought and blushed again when she felt juice seeping from her slit.

"I’m ready to get out of here," Pam said.

"Where do you want to go?" Tom asked.

"Somewhere we can get some more J.D."

"I know a place," Steve said. "Let’s go."

"Let’s take my car," Tom said.

They all went out to Tom’s car. He drove and Mark sat in the front. Pam sat between Steve and Joe in the back seat. Tom’s car was huge, which pleased Pam. She didn’t have to worry about where they would take her to fuck her, she could do it with them right here in the back seat.

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