Leah's Big Weekend

The Other Half · 02-02-2009

This is a story based on actual events that occurred about 10 years ago. Enjoy, it was a hell of a ride...

Leah’s Big Weekend

“I’m going to get him back,” I told my sister Delilah as we drove the final miles of the trip from Dallas to Fayetteville, Arkansas.
“And how are you going to do that?”
“Whatever it takes.”
“Please, tell me you’re not going to have sex with him to get him back,” Delilah pleaded. Delilah was 17 and was still a virgin. She held the act of sex in higher regard than I did.
“It’s not like that, Delilah. It’s not like I’m a slut or anything. It’s just that were Parker and I get together we have sex. It’s what we do. I love having sex with him.”
“I know, I know. It’s just that you’re still with Gus. You shouldn’t cheat on him like that. You should have broken up with him before we left.”
“Listen, if this thing with Parker doesn’t work out, then I’ll have Gus to fall back on. Sure, the sex isn’t as great with him, but at least he lives close.”
“Why exactly isn’t the sex great with him?” Delilah’s curiosity about sex had gotten the better of her and she left her arguments of virtue fall by the wayside.
“Well, he’s just not as big as Parker. I mean they are both about the same length, but Parker has the fattest dick I’ve ever seen. He totally fills me up.”
“About how long are they?”
“They’re both about 5” long.”
“And that’s big?”
“It’s the biggest I’ve ever seen, but all of them were pretty close. None of them were nearly as thick though.”
Delilah seemed to contemplate this for the final ten minutes of our trip as we drove in silence.
We pulled into Parker’s drive and turned of the car. He and his new girlfriend, Allison came out to the car to meet us. I had met Allison once before at Parker’s 21st birthday party when they were just friends, but the woman walking out now no longer resembled the 16 year old girl that I remembered. It appeared as if she had hit a growth spurt in these past couple of years and had blossomed into a very voluptuous goddess. I definitely had my worked cut out for me.
Parker had told me that she was very nervous about my trip to see him. She was actually jealous of how skinny and tiny I was. Why would she be jealous of my body, complete with my 30B boobs, when she obviously had at least a 34D rack to woo her man?
Parker always said he loved my perfect heart-shaped ass bounced off his cock when we were fucking doggy style. I wore my tightest jeans to accent my assets. The war was on, her boobs vs. my perfect ass.
I had two more advantages in my arsenal. The first was that Allison and Parker had not had sex yet. He had told me that he had a serious case of “blue balls” and that if Allison didn’t break down soon, he didn’t know what he would do.
The second advantage, the one I intended to use to the utmost, was that I had no curfew. Allison was 18, but still lived with her parents. Parker had told me that her parents demanded that she be home by 11:00 that night. I would be staying at Parker’s house in his guest bedroom. Plenty of time left after she went home to get in his pants.
“Allison, this is Leah,” Parker said as he made our introduction.
Rather than a normal handshake between foes, Allison made a quick move to hug me and before I could react I was engulfed in her embrace. Then, the reason for the show of faux affection became evident.
Allison was now a good five or six inches taller than me. When we came together, I was face-to-chest with her ample cleavage. The girl was showing me what she was coming to the table with and I believe that my guess of a 34D chest might have been underestimating my rival. There was no other way to put it…this girl was stacked.
“Parker has told me so much about you,” Allison said sweetly, “I am so glad that you two have been able to remain friends. He really does cherish your friendship.”
“Thank you,” I said in an equally sweet timbre as I steamed inside. So, that was how she was going to play it. She was marking the territorially lines as succinctly as if she was a wild animal. I was being relegated to friend status.
She walked back to stand by his side and my heart sank. The battle of our best assets was over before it started. My perfect ass had just been trumped by an ass that was so juicy and round that I wanted to grab a hold of it, and I held no same sex tendencies at all. Not to mention the longest and most feminine legs that I have seen. If I were to win the affections of Parker back, my body was not to be an ally of mine. I was betrayed by my own flesh.

The Other Half · 02-02-2009

“And Delilah, Allison says that you guys used to go to school together,” Parker continued. The part that little miss perfect must not have told him is that they were bitter enemies at school. Allison had made my sister’s life a living hell. They were both on the cheerleading squad when lived here a few years ago, but the contrasts in their appearances now could not be more evident.
My sister had shed her preppy girl façade in favor of the frumpier look of today’s youth. There was only a few years difference between her and me, but I will never understand the baggy pants and hoodies look…especially on a girl. She and her friends were what they called “Straight Edge,” a movement within the hardcore community that vowed to stay away from drugs, alcohol, tobacco products, and other vices…something that I was thankful for.
“Hey,” Delilah waved.
“Hi,” Allison responded and from the tone of her voice she knew very well where their relationship stood.
“Well, let’s get your stuff in. You’ll be staying in the basement studio. It’s my room, but I’ll stay in the guest room,” Parker went on, “We’d better hurry because we’re supposed to meet the guys at Guido Joe’s for dinner. They’re going to come over tonight to party with us. I hope that’s okay with you.”
“Oh, yeah, of course,” I lied. So that was the plan. Parker was going to surround himself with a bunch of wingmen and make it impossible for me to get one-on-one time with him.

“Hey, Leah, how have you been?” J.P. came up to me and gave me a hug. He was one of Parker’s best friends, but we had never been that close, so the hug was unexpected. He walked with me to our table, pulled out a chair for me, and sat down beside me. Delilah didn’t seem to be getting the same treatment. Obviously, J.P. was wingman numero uno.
But, Parker had no shortage of back-ups. His youngest brother Devin and cousin Gary were there along with another good friend, Mason. His plan was well laid out. He knew that he would not be able to resist me on his own and had acted accordingly.
Dinner went smoothly enough and Allison was as sweet as she possibly could be. Maybe I had misjudged her. Maybe, just maybe, she was a genuine as she came across and I was projecting my jealousies upon her. Thing was I was really beginning to like her. She seemed like a girl that in another situation, we could be friends. Even Delilah and Allison appeared to be putting their rocky past behind them.
“I need to go to the restroom,” Allison said as she stood up, “Do you two want to come with me?”
“Sure,” Delilah and I said together and we followed her to the restroom. The door closed behind us and Allison rounded on us like a giant lioness. The difference in our heights was now more evident than ever and she scared the shit out of me.
“Listen, Bitch, I know what you two are here for and there is no way in hell that you are going to get him back! You had your chance and you fucked it up! Parker is a good man and I’m not going to sit around and watch you screw him over again!”
“I’m not…” I tried to object, but was silenced.
“Shut up! I don’t give a flying fuck what you have to say! This is how it’s going to be! Parker is going to take me home now and you are going to go back to his place and go straight to bed! I don’t care what you have to say, ‘I’ve got a headache’ or whatever! If I hear that you did anything other than that, I will personally drive over to Dallas and kick your tiny, little ass! Understand!?!”
She didn’t wait for an answer. She barreled past me knocking me to the ground and out the door.
Delilah reached a hand out to help me up and helped me dust myself off.
“Are you okay?” she asked.
“Yeah, I’m fine. Can you believe her?”
“I know, what a bitch! I’ll tell you right now, I don’t care if I have to fuck every single guy out there to get you alone with Parker, I’m going to do it.”
“Delilah, I can’t ask you to do that.”
“You’re not asking and I’m telling you that this is going to happen. You just be ready for your chance and I’ll take care of everything else.”

Canadian.Surfer · 02-02-2009

Great beginning Other Half

udubcrew · 02-06-2009

Really great. Keep going. I'm gonna subscribe to this which i rarely do. I want more.

beckx23 · 02-06-2009

oh dear god why have you not finished this story yet!!!!????!!!!

Fatty74 · 02-06-2009

please keep goin

Canadian.Surfer · 02-11-2009

Please dont stop now

The Other Half · 02-16-2009

Sorry, all. I've been on vacation. More to come soon, I promise.

The Other Half · 02-17-2009

We got seated in Mason’s 1969 Chevelle. I was up front with Mason and my shadow, J.P., while Delilah was in the back between Devin and Gary. We left the parking lot and headed for Parker’s house.
“Mason, do you mind if we make a quick detour. I really want to go get some liquor so we can party a bit tonight,” Delilah requested.
“Sure, sounds like fun,” Mason responded as he switched lanes to go to our new destination, Boudreaux’s Liquor World.
“So, what do you girls drink?” J.P. asked.
“Vodka. We usually start with screwdrivers, but by the end of the night we are each holding a bottle in our hands,” Delilah lied effortlessly. It was clear that she had devised a plan to get me to Parker because she didn’t drink and I hate vodka, so I nodded my head in approval of her statement.
“Damn! We got some real party girls here!” Mason said enthusiastically, “I can’t even touch the stuff…makes me puke.”
Delilah was clearly trying to get the wingmen to start thinking with their penises and it was working, too. You could almost hear the four cocks in the car cheer at the thought of two sexy, soon-to-be drunk, chicks in their presence.

Back at Parker’s house we all carried in our drinks of choice. I started toward the kitchen to put my bottle of vodka away, but Delilah grabbed me by the back of my shirt and tugged me in the opposite direction.
“Hey, guys, we’re going to go downstairs and change into something a little more comfortable,” she called out.
“Let me go put this up, then,” I whispered to her.
“No, bring it with you,” she said at the same level.
We got downstairs and Delilah went straight to work. She headed for the suitcases and started barking out directions.
“First of all, go to the bathroom, pour this shit out, and then fill them up with water,” she commanded, handing me her bottle of vodka.
I did as she said as she began to rifle through our suitcases. I finished filling up the bottles and returned them to their sacks. When I got out of the bathroom Delilah tossed me a pair of her flannel pajama bottoms and a cotton t-shirt with a local Dallas band emblazoned on the front.
“Put that on,” she commanded again.
“What are you going to wear?”
“One of your normal skimpy things, but no more questions. They’re going to think we’re up to something if we take too long down here,” she said as she began to strip right in front of me.
I took her lead and started to shed my clothes. I have to admit that I was taking more than a peek at my little sister as we continued to undress. I hadn’t seen her nude since we were little girls taking a bath together. She took off her undershirt and I froze.
“Holy shit, Delilah! What the hell happened to you?” I exclaimed in amazement.
“What?” she looked down in complete bewilderment.
“You’re…” I tried to think of the right word to tell your little sister that she’s hot, it escaped me, “…I mean, damn girl.”
Of course, I knew that she was taller than I, but ever since her transformation from cheerleader to “sk8r gurl” she kind of kept her body covered. Plus, I had been away at college for the past few years and hadn’t seen her on a regular basis. But, the past couple of years had been good to my once scrawny little sister.
Her curves were voluptuous, but mounted on muscles carved from stone. Her religious addiction to skateboarding had given her maybe the most athletic body I had ever seen. Also, my size small tank top and shorts were having a hard time holding in big boobs and round ass. There was no doubt she would have no problem holding up her end of the bargain. She would attract the wingmen like bees to honey.
She smiled at my loss of vocabulary, “Thanks. You think this will get ‘em?”
“No problem.”
“Good, now here’s how we’re going to do it. I’m going to start picking them off one at a time. Once you have Parker alone, you work your magic with him. He still has a thing for you, I could tell by the way he looked at you all night. Allison knew it, too. I think that’s why she took us into the bathroom. She wanted to scare the shit out of you wouldn’t try anything.
Anyway, get him alone and fuck his brains out if you have to; show him what he’ll be missing.”
I was a little surprised at her frankness and it must have shown on my face.
“What? I’m serious. Fuck him stupid. You know he likes it or he wouldn’t keep coming back.”
“I know. I can take care of my part, but are you sure you want to do this?”
“Leah, you don’t really believe all that straight edge bullshit I feed to mom and dad, do you? This will be my pleasure. I’ve had sex with more guys than this in one night. With a body like this, I get all I want,” she proclaimed, posing with her hands on her hips.
Well, that was a bummer. She had had sex with more guys in one night than I had in my entire life and her pose was goddess-like. I little punch of envy hit me in the stomach for the second time that day.
“Alright, let’s go. Follow me and remember, do not drink from any other bottle than your own. We need to stay clear-headed.”
We came to the top of the stairs and as the guys turned towards us, I might as well had not even been there. Delilah demanded everyone’s direct attention…even Parker’s.

screwball · 02-17-2009

more soon please

udubcrew · 02-17-2009

very nice update for sure.

The Other Half · 02-19-2009

working on new update right now. hope to have one for you soon.

The Other Half · 02-19-2009

“So, what do you boys want to do?” Delilah asked. It was a simple enough question, but the way in which she asked it laid miles and miles of sexual undertones.
“Well, we got the karaoke set-up,” Parker offered, trying to maintain control over the situation. But, his will was like a twig standing in the path of the force of nature which was Hurricane Delilah.
“Oh, I was hoping we could play a drinking game or something. Leah and I came here to relax and forget about life back home for a bit. I know this one, it’s called Three Man. Have y’all played it before?”
‘Y’all,’ I thought to myself. Boy, she was laying it on thick. Delilah had always despised the drawl that all the southern belles used, but she was using it as if it were completely natural. It sounded sweeter than honey and the boys seemed to be eating it up.
“Parker, we need some dice,” Delilah commanded. She then explained the rules and within five minutes the group was on its way to intoxication. All except for Parker, who said he would just watch because he had to pick up Allison tomorrow morning for church and needed to go to bed soon.
After about 30 minutes, Parker went to bed. I figured this wasn’t such a bad thing. Maybe if he were asleep, I couldn’t sneak into his room and gently “wake him up”. He used to like that when we were together. His favorite time to have sex was in the morning and he really liked it when I would start things while he was asleep. He always said he liked the feeling of dreaming about sex and then waking up to find that you actually are having sex.
By this time some of the guys were really starting to get drunk. Mason was the first to fall victim to Delilah’s plan. He was unlucky enough to stay the Three Man (the person who drinks every time a 3, or total of 3, is rolled) in the game for so many rounds that he had almost drained his bottle of Jack Daniels. Although it was the bump on the head that he received on a trip to the bathroom that finally did him in.
We were afraid that we might have to take him to the hospital, but he convinced us he was okay. He passed out sitting up with his elbows on his knees and his head buried in his hands. He stayed in that position the rest of the night. One down, three to go…
I spent the next hour with my top off due to a rule made when someone rolled snake eyes that stated, “anyone who was under 5’8” must take off all the clothes above the waist.” I wish I had something to drink other than water. It might have been easier to do that. Not that I’m too shy about my body, but it was pretty obvious that everyone of the guys were making mental comparisons between me and my sister.
The next to go was Parker’s little brother, Devin. He made a mad rush for the bathroom and we could hear him getting sick in the toilet. He stayed in there for about 15 minutes more before J.P. went to check on him. J.P. came back and declared that Devin had passed out by the toilet. Two down, two to go…
The rules kept getting more sexual in nature as our blood alcohol content rose until Delilah’s rule that, “anyone with a dick must go in that room and fuck me” sounded like a normal request. As she marched the remaining two contestants with penises into the designated room, she waved me on to Parker’s room. Now was my chance.

Scorpionn · 02-19-2009

Gah! More! :D

Great story so far, I dont see the current girlfriend anywhere in the room though?

The Other Half · 02-20-2009

Current girlfriend was taken home in the second part...

“Shut up! I don’t give a flying fuck what you have to say! This is how it’s going to be! Parker is going to take me home now and you are going to go back to his place and go straight to bed!