Sisterhood

Hey everyone, here's Chapter 05 of Sisterhood 101. This series should be considered a direct sequel to Birthday Pool Party. However, it is my hope that it can also be read as a standalone work. Having already read Birthday Pool Party will greatly enhance the experience, but it shouldn't be required. I hope you enjoy! Comments and feedback are always appreciated! I read every single one. Also, please let me know if you spot any mistakes. I upload revisions all the time, and I will correct any errors that are pointed out to me. Just make sure to be specific so that I can find what you're talking about.

I'm hoping to finish Chapter 06 quickly since it won't cover a long time period. Then there will likely be another time jump. I'm trying to catch Sisterhood up with Love in the Balance before continuing with that story. I have a few other projects I'd like to get out as well. Sorry it's been so long for Love in the Balance. I intend to correct that issue soon.

Please note that this story is a work of fiction. I might use parody names for pop culture references: including songs, books, movies, and celebrities. However, they are not meant to accurately represent the real people or media. This is a fictional universe. As always, this is a world without STI's, and everyone involved in sexual activity is at least eighteen years old.

-Witty

WARNING: I write slice of life stories, but they touch on some serious topics. As a result, there's a lot to offer, but there's also things some might not like. This story contains elements of incest and it touches on sexual assault. If any of that is going to be a problem for you, you might want to consider a different story. Additionally, the women in this story tend to be very sex positive, if you're not interested in a woman being with anyone but one guy forever... why are you reading a group sex story?

~Daniel Mitchell~

Saturday August 30, 2025

Drinking the night before a big game was the height of stupidity, even if there was zero chance of me seeing any field time. My first mistake had been getting together with the other guys on the reserve squad to commiserate over our lack of playing time. The second mistake was going to a strip club when Drew told us his place wasn't available. I had voted for the frat house.

Amber Lights claimed to be a high-end gentleman's club, but it wasn't difficult at all to get into. And they were apparently too classy to card anyone before serving them booze. As long as we didn't cause trouble and were over eighteen, they never made a fuss. I had known that, even if last night was my first time there.

Mistake number three was having a couple of drinks. I wasn't hungover, but the alcohol had definitely had an impact. As a result, mistake four was running her hands along my torso, her fingers tracing my abs. I felt her fingers curl around my morning wood while memories of the previous night swirled through my brain.

The reserve squad had gotten a table and beers while we discussed our hopes for finally getting on the field. Naturally, someone suggested lap dances to improve our moods. I had been trying and failing to have fewer casual encounters, so a lap dance didn't sound like a smart idea. Of course, I did watch the topless dancers; I was still a straight male with a pulse.

She had approached me while I was sitting by myself nursing a beer. A gorgeous platinum-blonde with ice-blue eyes who looked to be in her twenties or thirties. Her outfit, an immaculate dark pantsuit, got my attention immediately. She wasn't a dancer, though she was hot and graceful enough to be one. There were a few women present with their guys, but they were dressed to party.

Agreeing to her request to sit with me told me what I had needed to know. Stacey Berry had been a dancer for years before becoming the manager. Her body language was professional, but the words she eventually started whispering to me weren't. Before I knew it, I had found myself back at her condo.

That was Friday night.

My thoughts returned to Saturday morning when I felt a woman's mouth around the mushroom head of my dick. Reaching beneath the blanket, I gathered up her platinum blonde hair as she blew me. Stacey seriously knew how to suck dick, but she wasn't interested in making me cum that way. She needed me hard.

Throwing the blankets off us, she mounted me in reverse cowgirl and lowered herself until I was fully embedded in her wet pussy. I held her hips as she bounced in my lap, my eyes glued to that amazing ass. One of the first things I learned about her was how sex was not intimate for her. Stacey seemed to be completely against eye contact, only favoring positions where I couldn't look into her eyes.

"Ungh! Fuck, that's deep! Ungh, ah!" Stacey groaned, resting her hands on my thighs as she turned her bounce into a slow grind. "Ungh, ungh, fuck!"

I slid my hands up her back, caressing her soft skin as she rode me. Her platinum-blonde hair whipped about her face as her vaginal muscles tightened around me. I wished I could see her big tits, but I definitely enjoyed admiring the full tattoos she had on both arms.

"Damn, that feels good," I husked, knowing she wasn't one for sweet talk. "You're so fucking hot."

"Ah! Ah, mm, that, ah, so?" she leaned her head back and moaned. "You like fucking my tight pussy?"

"Fuck, yeah," I growled, bucking my hips and making her gasp.

"Mm, I need a nice, hard pounding," Stacey cooed, her nails digging into my thighs. "Wanna do me from behind?"

"Yeah," I slid my hands up her bare back. "Yeah, sure."

I sat up and pushed her forward, my dick never leaving her pussy. Stacey eagerly crouched on her elbows and knees, tossing her hair down her back. My hands held her trim waist as I started up the steady thrusting motions I was so familiar with. A lot of women loved doggystyle for more casual sex. I had no idea what they craved for intimacy. Not me.

"Fuck me, stud!" Stacey urged. "Fuck me hard!"

Her pussy squeezed me as I pumped her relentlessly. I reached around her body and squeezed her big, swinging tits before switching my grip back to her hips. Stacey came hard on my cock, begging me to cum inside her. I slammed myself inside and let go, splattering her insides with my cum.

Stacey was incredibly horny and she loved the stamina of eighteen-year-old guys. We went one more round, with her sucking me hard before fucking her. She demanded I cum in her mouth, resting her hands on my thighs as she sucked me. When I was ready, she held just my tip between her lips while jacking me off. She moaned happily when I coated her tongue.

I knew I was being used to satisfy her urges, but it still hurt when she mentioned I had a big game that day. I wasn't quite as stupid as some of the people at my high school thought; she liked young guys, and I fit her type. That was it. It was just sex. Nothing more. I shouldn't have done it, but well, fuck, maybe I was as stupid as the girls at my high school thought.

It was still early, so I went back to my dorm room for a quick shower. Rather than head straight for the stadium, I chose to go to the Delta Sigma Chi fraternity house. I figured a few of my teammates would be there. Chatting about the game might help, even if I would be riding the bench.

Walking in without knocking, I noticed the frat house was mostly-empty. People must have gone to the tailgate early. No one was passed out on the coach, no coeds doing the walk of shame. That would be Sunday morning, after the game. Although, most of that would be happening at Kensington's place.

"What the fuck do you expect me to do?" an annoyed voice exclaimed from a study room, stopping me from heading inside. "Your debts aren't my problem. I could end up in fucking jail, in case you forgot!"

"You'd deserve it, from what I hear," Mack snorted. "This could save you, too. Make a deal. Name names. Get rid of all of them."

"Then we're all free," Brad Vargas replied. "You'll get a sweet deal and no one can kick our asses."

"They find out I'm talking, I'm a dead man," the angry voice replied. "Seriously, do you think this is some high school club? The Crocs has some dangerous people. Hell, I don't even know most names. Keith was my only connection."

My eyes went wide. Keith Strulk; drug dealer and rapist. He pimped Lexi out and assaulted Kayla. It took all my self-control to carefully peek around the door frame to identify the occupants without being seen. In addition to Brad Vargas and Malik Jefferson, Brent Calloway was there as well.

It was the owner of the angry voice that surprised me the most. David Cooper, Kayla's ex-boyfriend. The guy who shared her naked pictures, who assaulted Lexi, who pimped out his next girlfriend along with Keith at that party. David graduated high school, but he wasn't enrolled in CSUA due to the trial. Why the fuck was he on campus?

"Keith should talk, then!" Brent declared. "Kayla Thomson bit his dick off; what's he got to live for?"

"That's true, then," Brad asked with surprise.

"Yeah, when he had a gun to her head," David answered with a sigh. "And Keith isn't talking. I already gave the cops basically everything I know. It isn't much."

"This is getting so out of hand," Brad groaned loudly. "Three murders on campus, and we still have Evan Cross taking bets."

"Let's not forget Dom," Mack grunted. "I owe him over fifteen grand."

Dominic Varela? The owner of Ashwood Pizza was in the gang? I nearly gasped, but managed to stop myself in time. I had to keep listening. Kayla was being mentioned, along with guns and murder. It was way too serious. Was she in more danger?

"J.B. fucking killed Derrick!" Brent added. "What is Evan gonna have done to us if we don't pay everything back?"

"No one fucking made you idiots bet on poker games and football," David snorted.

"No one made you rape, asshole," Mack pointed out. I could not agree more.

"I didn't have a choice!" Brent exclaimed. "It wasn't betting for me. I... I couldn't tell my parents I nearly totaled another fucking car. I needed the money for repairs."

"So, you didn't lose even more at Dom's poker games?" David challenged.

"Not nearly as much," Brent sighed. "I could have covered the losses if not for that fucking interest."

"It's why you don't go to a loan shark, dumbass," David scoffed.

"There are a lot of reasons you don't rape a chick," Mack argued. "Fuck, I've seen Kayla Thomson. You had the most beautiful woman in the world and ruined it. For what? A round with that slut, Lexi? Then you went crazy after Kayla dumped you."

"And it doesn't even matter," Brad continued. "The Crocs are paying for that Adrian Blake guy to represent you. You'll get off."

"No, I won't," David whispered, suddenly sounding defeated. "They have all the evidence they need, and I have nothing they want. I don't even know why you wanted me here."

"You have to know something that can bring them down?" Mack was almost begging. "I am NOT going to start throwing games."

"Yeah, no, fuck that shit," Brent snarled. "I'm getting into the NFL, no matter what those fuckers try."

"We're not even the only ones in debt," Brad added. "They own half the fucking college at this point. We all know what they're doing to Scarlett."

"I really don't know anything," David insisted. "The only thing I can think of is that Keith mentioned once that the gang has a couple of dirty cops in Aswhood PD."

"And you're just saying that now?" Brent exclaimed. "That's huge! Offer to help expose the crooked cop for a deal. The cop gets arrested and sings. We're golden."

"I don't know who it is," David snorted. "There are a lot of cops, you know? I'm sure the higher ups know there's at least one or two bad ones. Unless I could actually give them a name, my information's worthless."

"What about the girls?" Mack asked. "They're testifying, right?"

"They are," David confirmed. "Stephanie, Kelsey, Lexi, Kayla. Testifying against me and the guys at that party. The six of us are getting desperate. I know Ty tried intimidating Kelsey at one point. Nearly got bail revoked for all of us."

"Think they'll try anything else?" Brad wondered as I leaned in closer to try and hear.

"No clue," David said. "Lexi is the only one who knows anything damning about the gang itself. Keith never got the other three in deep enough."

"Keith passed Lexi around to every guy in that gang, didn't he?" Mack asked, sounding angry again. "Rapists disgust me."

"You've made that clear," David snorted. "And yeah, they used her every which way for months."

They continued arguing, trying to find a way out of their predicament and coming up with nothing. I felt bad for them, and I was also worried about Scarlett. I didn't know her well, but she was the redheaded cheerleader I'd hooked up with. The fact that we had sex was enough for me to care. The new me, anyway. What was the gang doing to them? Would they hurt Kayla? Lexi?

Unfortunately, the conversation started winding down. My heart was hammering as I slowly backed away and made my way out of the frat house. I wasn't the sneakiest guy in the world, so it was a fucking miracle that I managed to not get caught. Should I warn the girls? What was I even going to say? Fuck, I had no clue what to do. I didn't have any valuable information to go to the police with. Maybe I'd keep quiet and try digging around more?

~Ashley Bartlett~

Saturday August 30, 2025

I couldn't remember my dream, but I knew it had been a good one from how amazing I felt when I woke up. There was a warm body beside me, and there was no doubt that it was Josh. I pressed myself against him, sighing happily. Then I realized that we hadn't been able to spend a night together in ages.

Opening my eyes, I sat up and looked down at my boyfriend. Josh was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, while I was wearing a spaghetti-strap top and a pair of jean shorts. We were in Josh's dorm room, on top of the covers on his small bed. Various books and notebooks were scattered around us. Right. We had been studying.

"S-sorry, sorry!" Derek stammered from the other side of the room. "Did I wake you up?"

"No, you're fine," I shook my head. "We must have fallen asleep."

"Y-you did," Derek blushed. "Marcia texted me to make sure you were okay."

"Always the responsible one," I snort, reaching for my phone with one hand and shaking Josh's shoulder with the other. "Wake up, sleepyhead."

"Huh, what?" Josh mumbled, looking around in confusion. "Oh. Morning."

"D-do you need anything?" Derek asked nervously, standing in front of his bed in his pajamas looking lost.

"I'm good, thanks. No need to be so embarrassed," I giggled cutely. "Jeez, we fell asleep studying. No one's naked; you didn't catch us in a compromising position."

"Right," Derek nodded. "Uh, sorry."

"Shit, we really did oversleep," Josh sighed. "We need to get ready."

Leaning over, I peck my boyfriend on the lips before standing and running my fingers through my blonde hair. "Good thing my room is three floors down. I'll go shower. Meet in the lobby?"

"Yeah, okay," Josh nodded.

"Bye, baby," I smile at him before turning to Derek and blowing him a kiss. "Later, cutie. We'll have you comfortable around the ladies soon enough."

By the time we reached the edge of campus, we were already being hit by layers of sound. Bass was thumping from one direction, something fast from another, and voices shouting over each other. Students streamed out of dorms and side streets, all of us heading toward the stadium.

"Okay," I grinned, squeezing Josh's hand as I glanced back at Marcia and Lina. "This is already so much better than high school."

Marcia gave me a bemused expression. "We're not even there yet."

"Exactly!" I exclaimed happily.

"The game doesn't even start until 3:30PM," Derek mumbled from beside Josh.

"Sure, but tailgating started an hour ago," I call out.

Lina adjusted her glasses while staying close to Marcia while we moved through the crowd. "Are college games always like this?"

"God, I hope so," I breathed, a huge grin on my face.

"Let's just be careful we don't get separated," Marcia commented.

Josh stayed close to me, our fingers laced as we waded through the throngs of people. My shy boy had come a long way, but such a big crowd was still overwhelming for him. I was sure he also noticed the guys who shot him jealous looks as he walked with me. Derek was on his other side, not making a sound. He was either in awe or he was one step away from turning and running away.

"Stick with me, Derek," I shouted. "I kept you alive at your first college party, I'll keep you alive at your first game!"

"That's... not reassuring," Derek mumbled, almost too quietly for me to hear.

"Too bad!" Marcia laughed, surprising me. "You are NOT leaving."

The closer we got to the stadium, the louder it became. The air was thick and warm, carrying the smell of grilled food, alcohol, and what was probably marijuana. Red and black were everywhere; shirts and flags and face paint. A few guys had painted their entire upper bodies; a college tradition.

"Holy-" I stopped short, laughing under my breath when the tailgate came into view. "Okay. Yeah, this is insane."

Cars filled every possible space, as well as quite a few impossible ones. Grills were set up, coolers sat open, and music blasted from speakers. People were everywhere. They were moving, shouting, and dancing like it was the best night of their lives. Guys were playing catch with footballs, girls in jean shorts and bikini tops sipped on wine coolers, and friends sat on folding chairs. Each group had carved their on little world out of the chaos.

"There are grills," Derek commented in a flat voice.

"That's what you're focused on?" Lina asked with a giggle.

"There are a lot of grills," Derek pointed with a finger.

"There are a lot of girls," I added, waggling my eyebrows in his direction. "Pick one ya like and I'll be your wing-woman."

"W-what?" Derek asked with wide eyes.

"She's trying to get you laid," Marcia explained, arms crossed.

"Let's just have a nice time," Josh spoke up. "No need to find anyone a date."

A cheer went up from somewhere to our left, loud enough that a few people nearby joined in instinctively. Someone called a warning as a football soared over a group of heads, almost taking out a guy with a plate stacked dangerously high with ribs and hot dogs. I released Josh's hand and turned in a slow circle, taking it all in. I was not in high school anymore. Not even fucking close.

"Come on," I urged, already moving forward. "Let's keep going."

"Hey, isn't that-" Marcia's voice called out, the rest of her sentence drowned out by the noise.

I followed her gaze toward a cluster of tents. Beside them was a car parked right where the pavement met the grass. Leaning against the sleek vehicle was Steven Thomson. He wasn't shouting or drinking, but watching quietly with one hand resting on the roof of the car. Standing next to him was Nicole Davis, Lexi's older sister.

In front of the car was Lexi herself. The energetic redhead was placing drinks on a folding table they had brought with them, her auburn hair in twin buns. Hazel was sitting between the table and the car, her arms folded and a frown on her face. Beside her was her grandmother, Maxine Collins. They had brought a folding chair with an umbrella to shield the older woman from the brutal California sun.

"Yeah," I smiled softly. "That's Steven."

"Kayla's father," Josh added for Lina and Derek.

"Why isn't Kayla with him?" Lina asked, craning her neck.

"All the cheerleaders and football players are getting ready for the game," Marcia explained.

"Is that Kayla's grandmother?" Derek asked.

"No, that's Hazel's grandmother," I answered immediately. "Steven's parents are dead. Hazel is the tan girl who looks like she has a redwood rammed up her ass. The older redhead is Lexi's older sister, Nicole. She's an accountant."