Mike finds out the perks of being his drink sister's designated driver.
My name is Mike, and I live at home with my parents, and currently, my big sister Stacy. We live in the Texas hill country, just outside a pretty big city where my sister is a college student. Summer just started, and I had no plans. I wasn't particularly popular, no girlfriend, and no job yet, so my days were mostly lounging around the house.
My sister on the other hand was a partier. She was a pretty blonde, a multiple sport athlete, and very popular. During the school year she lived on campus and spent the weekends going to parties or bar hopping in the city. Now that school was out the parties stopped, but the bars didn't close.. She was no longer limited to the weekends, no classes, she didn't work yet, and so she went out multiple times a week.
The challenge became transportation. Firstly, we lived on a handful of acres in the country, nearly 50 minutes away from where all the action was. And even though my sister had a car, she was smart enough not to try and drive that far drunk. So she would catch a ride with someone, but after she and all her friends were drunk was another story. None of them were able to drive and most were living with their folks for the summer as well. Which meant she needed a Designated Driver. This was before the age of Uber, and while there were taxis, that could get pricey or had limitations on distance, so more often than not, my dad drove to pick her up.
I always thought that was nice, sort of the parental thing to do and all, but mostly I liked that he never made ME do it! I was usually still awake when they'd get back, and I'd hear him helping her into the house and dumping her onto her bed for the night. I'll say one thing, she was a champ, not everyday, but some, she would be going back out the very next night, and once again get dragged back into the house near blackout drunk. She never got in trouble, but I mean, she was 21, had good grades and was on scholarship at a great university, so my parents cut her a lot of slack, and just wanted to make sure she was safe.
One such night, I was still up and went into the kitchen to get a snack. I saw headlights enter onto our driveway and turn off. “They must be home” I thought, and went back up to my room and sat in my bed. After a few minutes I hadn't heard the front door open, so I curiously got up and looked out my bedroom window. Directly below was my dad's truck, an older single cab Ford with a bench seat, they were still inside.
What I saw infuriated me. Looking down through his windshield, barely illuminated by the porch light, I saw my dad's back, he was hunched over, his shirt pulled up a little, and his pants pulled down, showing just a part of his butt. His waistline was moving and his ass slightly clenched, giving the clear indication that he was pushing his hips forward, thrusting. I watched, my teeth clenched. Only parts of my sister was visible, a leg, an arm, a bit of her hair. My dad stayed on top, humping her like that for awhile. I wanted to yell, and help. I wanted to go wake up my mom, run downstairs and pull my dad off of my sister… But just stood there, watching. My eyes were fixated on his rear end, that was all the action I could see.. The only indicator that told me what was happening.
His rhythm changed, sped up and then finally stopped. He stayed there for a moment and then finally moved, getting back into the driver seat and pulling his pants back up. He had raped her. I saw him pulling a condom off his fat old dick (at least he wore one, I thought). I could finally see my sister, skirt pushed up, panties hanging off of one foot, legs spread, a tidy strip of fur between them. He leaned back over and pulled her underwear up and straightened her outfit a bit and then got out. He walked around to her side and helped her out. I sat back on my bed, and listened as the front door opened and closed, followed by shuffling steps on the stairs. I heard him put her in her room and then close her door before moving down the hall to his room. I sat there with my mind racing for a long time, the scene playing over and over again. I finally laid down, my eyes still wide open. It was at this point I noticed my hard on pushing against my shorts. I looked down at it, surprised and honestly, offended. “what the fuck!?” I whispered to myself, angry at my own arousal. I looked back up the ceiling, ignoring it, but the images kept coming, keeping me awake, and keeping me hard. I eventually gave in. Pulling my shorts down just past my balls, and letting him breathe. I still tried to ignore it for awhile, but my hand found its way to the base, holding it, and finally stroking it. The soft yet rapid sound of skin rubbing skin accompanied the flashing images, and my hand paced itself with the timing of my father's loins driving down into my sister's unconscious body. To my disgust, I came, spewing a long white stream into the air that then fell onto my shirt and shorts. Normally I would've been more careful and cleaner when shooting my load, but my mind was elsewhere. I got changed and cleaned, and eventually fell asleep, satisfied, angry and confused.
The next day I was quiet and sulking, staying in my room. I didn't know how to handle what I'd seen, didn't know who to tell or even if I should. When I did see my sister she seemed fine, a little hungover, but nothing out of the ordinary. The next two nights that she went out and he picked her up, they pulled in, parked and got out, nothing happened, but I kept waiting and watching. One night later in the week she went out again, and again my father went to pick her up. I waited up, looking out my window for when he pulled up. When he arrived and parked, there was a delay and they didn't get out. He parked further away, behind my mom's car, which prevented me from looking down into the truck. So I crept downstairs and went over to the kitchen window so I was closer. I was now looking at his truck from the side, the driver side. There was my dad, just sitting there, only he appeared to be alone, my sister wasn't in the truck too.
He was looking around a bit, just casually observing the area, and then he looked down. I stared intently, “what is he looking at?” I whispered. In the dark I saw a glimmer of movement, And then it was gone. He seemed to keep watching for it so I looked harder.. There it was again, and then it was gone. It happened a few more times before I realized what it was, and my eyes widened. It was a head, my sister's blonde head, rising and falling in our dad's lap. It was moving surprisingly quick in a steady fashion, only occasionally coming up high enough for me to see. I gulped. He kept looking down, a slight grin on his face, watching her go. I couldn't believe it, he was clearly taking advantage of her drunken state. She must have no idea who she was with, probably believing it was some guy she met at the bar. I stood there in darkness and watched as he closed his eyes and tilted his head back in sick satisfaction. Eventually I saw her lift her head up and wipe her mouth, her eyes glazed over and barely open, even sitting there she was wobbling drunkly from side to side. I turned and went back to my room. I laid there once again listening to the sounds of them coming in and going to their rooms… And once again I pulled down my shorts and angrily beat my meat to the thought of my sister sucking his.
A couple days later we were finishing dinner and my sister asked my dad if he could still pick her up that night (like she always did), and I had an epiphany..
“I'll do it!” I said far more loudly and enthusiastically than necessary. All three of them turned and looked at me. “I mean, I've got nothing going on and I'm still awake by then.” I still hadn't worked up the nerve to yell anyone about what my father had been doing, but I realized that I could just be my sister's designated driver, and prevent him from doing it!
“That's actually a great idea!” my mom said sweetly, “that's much better than you having to do it, isn't it dear?” she touched my dad's shoulder. He had an expression that I couldn't quite place, but it certainly wasn't happiness.
“Ya, ya, that's fine.” was all he said, and went back to eating.
“Cool, thanks Mikey!” both my mom and sister said, and the matter was closed.
Late that night, as expected, I got a slurred call from Stacy saying she was done, and I headed off in my dad's old truck. When I got to the bar she was at, I found her slumped over on a bench outside. She was alone, save for the door man who was standing guard. He was nice, He told me her friends had just been picked up and that he usually keeps an eye on them since they're regulars. He helped me get her into the truck, which was harder than I expected it would be, especially trying to keep her skirt pulled down and her shirt pulled up! It was frustrating, It's as if girls' clothes were made to come off easily! But as I drove home I felt a sense of pride and accomplishment, that I had saved my sister from our father's molestation.
The truck was quiet, the radio was turned low, letting her sleep. Her head hung down, and she didn't say a word.
We were about half way home when my sister fell over sideways and laid on the bench. Her head landed besides my leg and she started moaning to herself a bit.. Please don't puke! I thought. She squirmed around, eventually moving her head up onto my thigh where she finally stopped. Several silent minutes went by before she started up again. She stretched a bit, scratched her.. And out of nowhere she slid her hand up and grabbed my junk!
“Hey, what the!?..” I started. And then she rolled onto her stomach.
“mmmm” she moaned as she started fumbling with my zipper, “is daddy ready for his thank you?” she said, her eyes still barely open. I opened my mouth again, and I swear I was going to say stop, but then I felt it, my cock twitched.. And I paused.. But my pause turned into permanent silence… I stayed silent as my sister opened my jeans and pulled my prick out.. I stayed silent as she crawled forward and moved her head into position above my crotch.. And I stayed silent when she took my penis into her mouth.
I was stunned. Had she actually said daddy? Which meant she was so out of it that she thought I was our father, but also, she THOUGHT I was our father!? She was intentionally, willfully going down on a man that she thought was her own dad! I hit a bump causing her head to bounce considerably. There was a loud (and rather enjoyable) gagging sound, my eyelids fluttered and I swerved a bit on an empty road.. It was hard to focus on driving and think while getting my dick sucked, all at the same time, so I pulled over.
The engine and radio turned off. The cab went black. On this stretch of road there wasn't a street light for another mile. I sat in darkness.. But not in silence.. I was enveloped by the overtly wet sounds of oral sex. It was in no way subtle, this was the sloppiest of sloppy blow jobs. This was a drunk blow job.. Then, as if on cue, she gagged, lifted her head, panted heavily to catch her breath, hiccupped, then went back to work loudly sucking on her brother's dick. You could've heard this in another room. It was fantastic! This was the best BJ I had ever gotten! I don't know if I was just excessively horny , or if she was actually the greatest (drunken) cocksucker on the planet!
I couldn't really watch , all I could see was the faint glow of her blonde hair in the blackness. So instead I looked outside the windows keeping an eye out for any potential passer-byes, savoring the grotesquely arousing sounds and wonderfully messy feelings of this all too inappropriately satisfying sex act. She gagged again, thick streams of saliva ran down my shaft and accumulated underneath my balls, soaking my boxers. She slurped over and over as if trying to suck it all back in and keep it from dripping , the way you do when you're eating a melting popsicle. To be honest I've only gotten head from a few girls. And the one thing they all had in common, was none of them actually liked giving head! Every couple of minutes they would stop to ask if I was almost there yet and then seem irritated that they had to continue. Don't get me wrong my sister had only been at it for a few minutes at this point , but she showed no signs of needing a break. I don't know if this is just how she was with guys, or if this was a result of her inebriation. I was having trouble keeping my eyes open, not from being tired, but being pleasured in the dark was really relaxing!... Too relaxing… My head eventually tilted back and I allowed my eyes to close, and without my knowledge, my body released my load. Choking amounts of jizz spewed forth before I could even react, flooding into my sister's mouth, who was already a puke-risk. Once again she gagged some more, and warm cum oozed down into my pants. It was irritatingly gross, but it was what it was. To her credit she kept on slurping it up, doing her best to contain what had come out of me. I could feel her licking up and down my pole, and lapping up the pools of liquid at its base like a dog. I could hear the swallowing gulps, and panting breaths. And then just as my overly sensitive penis couldn't take any more touching, she just stopped, sitting up and leaning against her door and going back to sleep as if nothing had happened.
I sat there, dazed. Had I raped my sister? I thought? Did that count as rape even though I didn't initiate it? Was that incest even though we didn't actually have sex? I was snapped out of it by a pair of headlights passing us. I quickly stuffed my sticky dick back into my pants and drove us home. I helped her to bed, leaving her dressed and just putting a blanket over her. Then I went into my room and got changed. I fell asleep thinking about it all, it was making me hard again so I just rolled over and cleared my mind to fall asleep.
The next day everything seemed normal. I watched Stacy intently, looking for any sign of remembrance or regret or embarrassment… Some.. Awkwardness between us. She was tired and groggy, but again nothing out of the ordinary. My mom even thanked me, saying how nice it was that my dad didn't have to stay up late for once, my dad grumpily agreed. Of course I offered to be my sister's regular DD, and everyone liked the idea.. Except my father who stayed silent on the matter, but did give me a curious look.
A day later my sister went out again, so that night I picked her up and was once again, through no fault of my own, treated to a marvelously messy BJ. It happened again the next time, and the next. In no instance did I initiate it, but I also didn't stop it, rather, I found myself assisting… pulling my dick out ahead of time, holding her hair.. she didn't refer to me as daddy on every encounter, in fact she usually didn't say anything, she just sorta fell into my lap and went at it! My hands began exploring her body while she unwittingly serviced me, all over-the-clothes stuff, I was afraid getting too handsy might snap her out of it. Overall, driving my drunk sister had become the highlight of my summer!
But then one time it didn't happen.. She just stayed hunched over in her seat sleeping and never came over onto my lap. I was naturally disappointed, but I left her alone. It was several nights before the next time she woke up again, and fell into my lap and blew me. Then, it didn't happen again for a week. It was a crap shoot to see what would happen on any given night. I would go multiple days in a row receiving my nightly reward, then days where I didn't. Then came a two week stretch where nothing happened. Each night that I came home unsatisfied, I had to jerk off in a sock rather than in her mouth. I tried to remind myself that this was WRONG, so I had no right to be upset when it didn't happen, but I couldn't help it, my mind and loins didn't see eye to eye.
One night, after 16 days of nothing (but who's counting) I reached over and shook her shoulder, seeing if I could wake her, but she just snorted in her sleep, barely moving. Looking over at my sister's sleeping form, I began to take her all in.. Admiring her curvature, breasts and legs. She was wearing a one piece sun dress that was relatively modest. Not particularly short or tight, but still very flattering, my cock throbbed and I snapped…I pulled over on a particularly dark stretch of road. I unbuckled myself and got out, walked around to her side and opened the door, then unbuckled her belt. I turned her sideways, so her legs came towards me standing in the doorway, her head and upper body fell backwards, laying on the benchseat. I looked her over. Her legs hanging outside the door, her head tilted to the side still asleep. My stomach cringed, but my meat swelled up. I reached out and pulled her top down, exposing her, surprisingly small, but pointy tits. I cupped them in my hands, gently playing with them. My prick ached. I unzipped my shorts and pulled it out. It pointed right up her dress. I pulled her towards me, to the very edge of the seat and hiked her dress up, she wore a very thin thong, which I just pulled to the side. I stepped forward and was thrilled to see that I lined up just perfectly with her exposed snatch. I held her legs up so she wouldn't fall out of the truck, and with one hesitant gulp, I pressed into her. “Ahhhh”, my eyes closed for a second as I just stood there, soaking in the softest piece of poon I'd ever felt. Slowly my hips began to move, I instantly knew this would be a quick one.. A great one!..but quick. My eyes scanned the dark surroundings while just the faintest squelching sound of moist fucking could be heard. My mind started to remind me of exactly what it was I was doing, but somehow the thoughts of hey dude you're actually raping your sister right now! Only made it feel better. I was not happy with myself, but it was too late, I sped up. I forced myself to stay quiet as my orgasm approached, and when I pulled out and sprayed my spunk onto that dark roadside dirt, I had to use every ounce of willpower to suppress my need to let out a loud gratifying groan. It was quick, amazing, and wrong. When we got home I went to the bathroom and when I saw myself in the mirror I was genuinely disgusted with myself. But the next night when my sister still didn't wake up and lean over for me … I once again stretched her out on the bench seat of my father's truck and mounted her like I'd seen him do that very first night.. Disgusting.. And those nights when she did drunkenly fall over into my lap, she would find my dick already out and waiting for her… I was disgusting!
Every night that I sat there listening to the intoxicating sounds of intoxicated incest taking place in my lap, I was revolted.. But I came just the same.
This continued for the remainder of the summer. I'd pick her up and at some point she'd fall over and initiate fellatio on a man she thought was her father or whomever.. I told myself that I wasn't the bad guy in these situations. I wouldn't go as far as to say I was the victim per se, but I wasn't actually taking advantage of her when she went down on me. I even tried to convince myself that this was normal, like giving your designated driver a blowjob was a reasonable form of payment, even if he was your brother. However in the instances where she didn't suck me off.. Well, I'd do what could only be referred to as rape, and there was no convincing myself that it was anything else.. I was a monster.
In early August, just before Stacy returned to school and the dorms, my parents took a cruise, leaving us alone for a week. That first night they were gone, Stacy went out, and I went and picked her up. When we pulled into the front drive of the house, my cock was still in her mouth ( I had gotten better about getting Road-Head), and I sat there for another moment while she finished. I then helped her into her bed and went to my room to change out of my cum soaked shorts. I climbed into my bed, but as I laid there shamefully relieved it dawned on me that we were alone in the house and my sister was still drunk… I'd like to say that I went to sleep or at least debated with myself for a while about how wrong this was , but I didn't. I got up and went to her room, already naked, and I found her laying passed out, face down, just like I left her. I lifted up her skirt well past her waist, and yanked her panties completely off, exposing her tight round butt. I opened her legs and knelt between them, leaned forward, pulled her cheeks apart and spit on her ass hole. With one hand on the bed, the other guided the tip of my cock to my sister's back door. Slowly I pressed into her , waiting for a reaction . It wasn't until the entire length of my schlong had disappeared into her rectum that she let out a tired uncomfortable groan. I stopped. I waited there for a moment but she made no more noise, so I slid back out and then pressed in again, there was just a slight moaning , and I continued. Back and forth, in and out, carefully yet eagerly probing her anus , the tightness of which was helpfully building another load in me. Even though her mouth had just emptied my balls moments before, I could already tell I would get there again. I never came in my sister when I did her , accidental pregnancy was obviously a concern , but I also never wanted to leave evidence. I didn't want her to wake up the next morning and wonder why she had jizz on her. I had started using condoms in the truck, but I didn't have any on me, and I didn't want to stop. So as I worked towards another climax I desperately looked around until I saw some piece of her clothing just within reach. I grabbed it and continued pumping into her ass. Each squeezing stroke got me closer and closer until I had to force myself to pull out. I cupped the fabric underneath my spout and shot into it, gasping quietly as I came. I shook while I relished the orgasmic sensations, until I felt I was ready to move again. I slid her underwear back on and pulled her skirt into place, then left. I was able to do this a couple more times that week, I hated myself, but I couldn't stop.
One night I arrived and found her there with a friend of hers, Kim. Together they was able to communicate that Kim was just going to come home with us tonight and sleep at our place.. This naturally bugged me, there went my sure thing with Stacy! During the drive she sat there asleep, and all I could do was imagine the things I should be doing to her in this truck, but instead Kim was still awake and very chatty. I did my best to make small talk, but being that she was very drunk herself she didn't really notice that my mind was elsewhere. When we got home kim helped throw Stacy onto the bed, while I got her some extra blankets and pillows. I said goodnight and went to bed. Minutes later I was comfy and just starting to masturbate, when Kim came in. She was naked, and it startled me. I sat up, leaning back against my headboard, she spoke before I could..
“hey, mind if I sleep in here?” she asked flirtatiously. She was cute, a little shorter and thicker than my sister, but that just meant bigger tits and a plumper ass.
“umm” was all I could say. She laughed.
“you're cute” she replied, she was clearly drunk too, but functional. She pulled my blanket to the side to get in and saw I was already hard, “oooo! Well that looks fun!” and she straddled me. She sank onto my dick. It was a lot of fun. Sitting up like that put her chest in my face and I went to town on her nipples! After a bit we stopped to put a condom on, and then continued until I came and we fell asleep. Later in the night, and again in the morning I fucked her while she slept. She was aware and cooperative, but just laid there while I got mine, which I was fine with.
In the morning the girls chatted and l laughed, and I could tell that Kim must've told Stacy what had happened last night because they looked over at me and giggled and I heard Stacy call her a “slut”, I blushed and went back to my room.
I never got to use my sister again. Summer ended and she went back to school. She didn't come home to stay the following summer, just for holidays, that sorta thing. I never did find out why she said “daddy” when going down on me, if it was just some playful name to call a guy when hooking up, or if she really did think I was him, which would mean she was aware of blowing him before?? I don't know, and I couldn't exactly ask.. As far as I know he was never in a position to use her again either, but I really didn't care, who was I to judge?? Once she left I was mopey, having to go back to begrudgingly jacking off into a sock like some common teenage boy… I'm ashamed of what I did, but I didn't regret it, honestly the whole thing kinda became a fetish of mine… When I went to college a year later, I actually started a designated driver service, you know, to help drunk college girls get home safe… I'm ashamed of myself, but I don't regret it..