Tammy woke up with a start when the volume on the TV went up during an explosion. She sat up, holding her fingers to her temples as the motion caused her head to spin. She blinked several times to clear her blurry vision then picked up her phone to see it was 11:15.
She noted Jimmy hadn't replied to her, but she had a text from Brenda. She clicked on it to see it was a selfie she'd taken with Donna and two hot guys, "Should have come out to play!" was the message.
"Bitches," Tammy grunted, then shut the TV off and stretched.
Jimmy not being home yet was a good sign, he must be enjoying himself, maybe even someone else. Tammy scooped up her shoes and headed for her room, planning on changing into something more appropriate than a dress that pretty much declared "free lunch".
Not that Jimmy ever said anything about how he'd seen her dressed before, or her sneaking in late, reeking of pot and occasionally drunk on top of it, but she didn't need him to see how his big sister put herself out there if she could avoid it.
It was more than that, and she knew it. The last few months, Tammy had seen him looking at her, not as in casually looking, but looking. Tammy understood, he wasn't just a virgin, but had gone on maybe a total of a half dozen dates in his life and that included proms which he went to with a female friend whose boyfriend lived a state away and didn't go to the school.
Except for porn, the kid had never seen a woman naked, or even close to it except for when some of her friends came over to use their pool in the summer. Tammy had no worries he was being pervy in the sense he thought about her in a sick way, it was curiosity heightened by lack of experience.
But that didn't mean she had to encourage it and once she'd been sure she'd caught him staring at her boobs and her ass several times, and the fact she was missing a red and black lace bra, she'd tried to be more careful around the house.
She'd never confronted him about it, no sense in embarrassing him, and Brenda had once mentioned being pissed when she found one of her thongs under her brother's bed with nasty stains on it. She'd gone to her mother who had told her, "Boys will be boys, he'll be fine when he gets a girlfriend."
So Tammy wasn't too concerned about it. Of course had he already come home, he'd have seen her on the couch in her hey, ho, let's go, dress, but she'd been pretty fuzzy when she'd first gotten home.
She left the lamp on so he wouldn't be coming home in the dark, then went to pull down the blind Jimmy had left open. Tammy grabbed the string, then frowned when she spotted the 2015 VW Jetta their parents had bought Jimmy for his graduation.
He'd come home and hadn't woke her up to talk. Why wouldn't he? Tammy now shut the lamp off and headed down the hallway. She saw light from under his door and listened for a moment.
She swore she heard faint moaning coming from the room. Had he snuck someone in? If he had she'd be fine with it, but now she needed to know. She knocked softly, and when there was no response, banged louder.
"Hey, you little shit, open up, I know you're in there."
"I'm busy!" he called back to her.
"How was the party?"
"Great, tell you tomorrow, night, Tams!"
He sounded nervous and out of breath, he did have someone with him!
She knew she shouldn't, but couldn't help herself. This would be so damn priceless to catch him with a girl. Not to mention she wanted to see who she was and what she looked like. Tammy grasped the doorknob and turned it.
Locked.
He never locked his door; that all but sealed it.
"Who you got in there?" she knocked as she spoke. "Hey, I'm Jimmy's awesome sister, come out and say hi!"
She heard footsteps and Jimmy opened the door, but only part way and he was standing behind it so she could only see his face.
"There's no one in here!" He sounded annoyed. "Go to bed!"
"Nice try, I heard moaning and you're," her red lips spread into a huge smile. "All red and sweaty, and your glasses are off." She lowered her voice. "Good for you, bro! Is she pretty? What's her name?"
"Molly Minx, okay?"
"Huh?" Tammy frowned. "That's not her real name."
"No, its her porn name, because I'm watching porn," Jimmy sounded more than annoyed, he seemed anxious.
"Really, you're alone?"
"Oh, for god's sake," Jimmy opened the door wider showing his bed. His laptop was on it, and Tammy could see it paused on the image of a woman being fucked doggy style. "You happy you made me show you I'm jerking off like a fucking loser as usual?"
"Hey, don't get mad at me, and you're not a loser, so stop talking like that." Tammy put her hand on his arm, the only part of him she could see other than his face. "You'll meet someone."
"You sound like mom, and you need to stop, I don't need pity from my sister." He went to shut the door, but she moved her hand, placing her palm on the door.
"Calm down, I'm just trying to talk to you."
"I know, but I don't feel like talking."
"How was the party?" She continued. Probably not good from the way he was acting, and now she wanted to know what happened that he seemed angry.
"It was fine, Tammy. Not as fine as yours judging by the way you smell, but fine."
"Then why are you pissed off."
"Don't worry about it, everything's cool."
"Except you," Tammy put her hand on his cheek. He flinched back, but not before she felt how warm his skin was.
"You okay, Jimmy? You're sweaty, and you're all flushed."
"I...yeah. I mean no, I feel kind of weird."
"You have anything to drink?"
"Yeah," he grunted in disgust. "I did, and that's the problem."
"It made you sick? What did you drink, how much?"
"Just leave me alone, okay?"
"I want to make sure you're alright," Tammy pressed the issue. "Someone slip you something funny?"
"Tammy, I know you care, but I just need to be alone."
"Can't be too sick seeing you were jacking off," Tammy pointed out. Something was off here. "Sure everything is cool? We can talk if you want."
"I don't want to talk, I just need to take care of something and get some sleep."
"Seems like you really need to take care of it," Tammy grinned, trying to lighten the mood. "She must have really got you worked up at that party."
"Yeah, that's it, I'm really worked up."
"You need to show me a picture of this little hottie."
"Tomorrow," Jimmy looked down, and his eyes narrowed. "You wore that to the party you went to?"
"I did, and I know, its kind of trashy."
"Its...something." His eyes were lingering on the abundance of cleavage she was showing off. "Dad would shit."
"Dad won't know, right?"
"Yeah, right." His eyes dropped to her long legs. "Not much of a dress that's for sure."
"Hence why they call it a micro dress."
"You put the girls at that party to shame," he was breathing hard as if he'd been really exerting himself and sweat dripped down the sides of his face. What had he drank, fireballs?
"Thanks, and Jimmy?"
"Huh?"
"My eyes are up here." she put her finger under his clammy chin and lifted his head.
"Oh, shit, sorry. I mean I wasn't looking at anything just the dress, its..."
"Forget it," Tammy waved him off. "How about I go get you the Thera-flu? You can take a dose and go to sleep," she giggled. "You know, after you ease some tension."
"I said I'm fine."
"Fine, you're fine. Question is how fine is she, and you going to see her again?"
"I'll never see her again," Jimmy's normally mild brown eyes flashed with uncharacteristic anger. "I'll never see any of those people again."
"Whoa, what happened?" Tammy tried to grab his hand, but he pulled it away. "They do something shitty to you? I'll go there right now, and I'll smack that bitch right in the..."
"Good night, Tammy, I'll see you in the morning."
"But...hey!" she yelped when he slammed the door in her face.
She heard the lock click and his floor creak as he walked away from the door.
"Jeez, talk about a buzz killer." Tammy mumbled, wondering what had gone wrong.
She raised her hand to knock again, then decided against it. If they'd done something mean to him, or he'd somehow made a fool of himself, that was what was making him mad, and her trying to get him to talk would make it worse.
But something like that wouldn't explain him being all red and sweaty, and if he didn't feel well why was he jacking off?
"Boys," Tammy replied aloud as she turned and walked down the hall to her bedroom. It would take more than not feeling well to stop an 18-year-old guy, especially a sexually frustrated one from needing to get off.
Maybe the girl that invited him got him all hot and bothered, then shut him down, cock teasing him. That would make him mad and humiliated but need to get it out of his system. Hot and bothered enough to be staring at his sister's rack.
But he couldn't do that if she weren't flaunting it so she couldn't be too mad at him. Tammy entered her room, closing the door behind her, and making her way carefully over to her bed to turn on the lamp next to her bed.
She tossed the shoes into her open closet, then walked over to stand in front of the mirror over her bureau. Still feeling the effects of the weed and JD, she smiled at her reflection then puckered her full red lips and blew a kiss to herself.
"Hey, baby," she purred. "You like what you see?"
She touched her chest, and feigned a look of shock.
"What, you want to see my titties? That's very forward of you sir," she giggled. "But okay!"
She grabbed the hem of the dress and after slowly pulling it up over her hips, revealing her black thong, she pulled it quickly up over her head and tossed it to the floor. She hopped up and down, smiling at the way her big tits jiggled, then cupped them.
"I know, they are amazing, aren't they?" she asked. "Yes, they're real, look." She lifted, then dropped her heavy breasts making them bounce. "Fake tits don't move like that, baby!"
"You want to suck on them?" Tammy stroked her large, deep pink nipples. She gasped. "You want to fuck them?"
She pressed them together. "Maybe I can help more?" she lowered her head and flicked her tongue at the imaginary cock sliding between her tits.
Lifting her right breast higher, she tongued her nipple, eyeing herself in the mirror as she did it. The contact from her soft wet tongue sent a shiver through her and she released her breast.
"Damn," she whispered.
Her worry over Jimmy was taking a back seat to the horned out feeling she'd had all night. Tammy ran her hands down her flat belly, pausing to flick the silver pendent dangling from her naval.
She slipped her hand into the thong, and moaned when they slid over her aching clit. Tammy sucked on her lower lip as she imagined it was what's his name's hand as he stood behind her, his arms around her slender waist, his fingers exploring her.
Tammy removed her hand, pressing her fingers to her face, inhaling the scent of her smooth pink slit. She sucked on them, her eyes rolling back as she tasted herself. Too bad it was from her fingers and not a big dick that had just been pounding her.
"So romantic," she laughed at her crude thoughts.
Tammy reached up and gathered her long auburn hair, lifting it over her head, posing for herself. She let it fall, liking the way it felt cascading down her back and shoulders.
"What a waste," she lamented as she stared at her reflection.
In addition to her most attention getting asset, her boobs, the rest of her was nothing to be ashamed of. Her long legs, slender waist, and small, but perfectly shaped and firm little ass, combined to give her the kind of body that could pull off dresses like the one she'd just taken off.
Between her body, her light green eyes, full luscious lips, and long hair, Tammy had never had trouble finding fun when she wanted it. One guy had told her she had the body of a porn star. She'd rewarded that remark by fucking him like one, but never gave him her number, because until Rick she'd preferred one and done.
Tammy wanted hot sex and no drama, so she got the former, and didn't give them a chance to become the latter. She found it easier to cut loose and be a sex crazed wild cat if the guy didn't know her or anything about her.
Rick seemed to prove she was better off. Those guys had gotten one great night out of her and they parted ways. She'd given Rick the best of her for months, just for him to start banging his tutor who was three years older than him, and had her own place.
It was his loss, but it was still humiliating to let her guard down and care for someone. Even say "I love you," for the first time to a man not her father or brother, and he was banging another girl.
She doubted she was going to get serious again anytime soon. How did she know she wouldn't get hurt again? There was no guarantee even a nice guy wouldn't eventually decide he wanted someone else, or find another way to break her heart?
"Deep shit, there girl," Tammy tapped her head, then turned away from the mirror.
She slipped out of her thong, noting how the sticky crotch peeled from her pussy. She picked up a plain pink t-shirt and pulled it down over her head before crawling into her bed and pulling the sheet up to her waist. She shut the light off and lay there for a couple minutes, her mind turning back to Jimmy and whatever made the party go south for him.
She looked over at her nightstand where she kept her purple vibe and a pulsating silver bullet. All night long, and even a couple minutes ago she'd been horny, but the mood seemed to have passed. A side effect of smoking too much, sometimes it put her in a heavy mood when the buzz began to fade.
She felt bad for Jimmy even though she didn't know what happened yet, had gotten herself thinking about getting cheated on, and was now thinking that for all her looks, and for in general being a good person, she was alone in bed on a Friday night, a night like any other the last few months.
Tammy sighed and closed her eyes, rolling onto her side and facing away from the nightstand. She'd killed her own mood. Whenever she thought about Jimmy being alone, she always felt she was better off because she'd had sex, a lot of sex.
But in a way she was alone as he was. Rick was the first guy she'd slept with in the literal sense of spending the night in his bed. It was nice to go to sleep and wake up with someone, and not just because they could have sex before and after sleeping, but the contact and closeness in between.
"Should have went to the club." Tammy muttered before closing her eyes and drifting off to sleep.