“You mean?"

Amber beat me to it.

“Today is little Ellie's birthday, too." Danielle smirked.

“Your son was born EXACTLY a year after your daughter.”

I reached my left arm around Cherys and held Amber's hand with my right. Danielle snuggled into Cherys' other side, playing with little Ellie's leg.

“Well, I guess it's fitting. We'll all be celebrating birthdays together as a family for a long, long time."

THE END

NEW STORY TITLE: FUCKING THE SORORITY

This is a story about two guys and a house full of hot Asian babes. (Enjoy...)

Part 1: Two Guys seek

June of Senior year. It was the Friday before Finals week, and Graduation was around the corner. We'd spent way too many hours in the past few days studying, and were looking to let off some steam. One of my buddies was in a fraternity on the East side of campus, where most of the Frat and Sorority Houses were located, and he called us up to have a beer and unwind. Checking around the house my friends and I had rented, only Tim was actually at home. So pulling him off the couch, we drove over to Greek Row.

Let me first describe Greek Row at University. The houses were built by the school, and all of the buildings were identical. Three floors each, with the rooms and the grounds maintained by Campus Services. The rent was cheap, letting the Greek members splurge on getting nicer furniture and entertainment systems for their houses. The only real way to tell the buildings apart from the outside, however, was by the street address and the Greek letters carved into the stone above the front door.

On this particular evening, the front parking lots were full, so I was forced to park around back. This actually worked out fine, since my buddy has a first floor room with a back patio, I called him up on my cell phone, to warn him we were coming in through his patio door, and he let me know that it was no problem, come on in, So Tim and I hopped the wall, slipped across the patio, and opened the slightly ajar sliding door...

...right into the wrong room. A fluffy pink bedspread layered over a white four- poster bedset, complete with pink canopy and see-through drapes. A framed photo on the wall next to my head showed an impressive row of hot coeds in formal dresses, all cuddling up to each other and mugging for the camera. The caption read “alpha Kappa Delta Phi, Spring Formal 2002." Rather obviously, we weren't in the right room, or the right house for that matter.

Alpha Kappa Delta Phi was the largest Asian-American sorority in the U.S. It was also the one known for tight tube tops, micro-miniskirts, and the best looking women on campus. All three of which were currently present in the room we had just barged into. One each of the first two items, and two of the last. The one microskirt encased the perfectly formed ass of Lisa Park, a gorgeous babe known for being a freak-machine at the hottest clubs. The one tube top bulged nicely, showing off Daphne Chen's well- rounded (and probably fake) tits which stayed upright and perky despite the fact she was flat on her back across the bed. They had to be at least C-cups and were pushing the D level. Another survey of the picture frames indicated that this was Daphne's room.

The fact that these two babes were in the room was no big deal. Tim and I knew them both from class and various social functions. Our group of guy friends had dated several KDPhi'ers over the past 4 years. The fact that under Lisa's long streaked hair she wore nothing but a silver necklace was a big deal. And the fact that up until a moment ago, her head was buried between Daphne's equally undressed thighs was another big deal.

Daphne burst up to a sitting position, her hands grabbing the bedspread to cover herself instinctively. Her shoulder-length hair neatly framed her blushing red face.

“Tim, what the *hell* are you doing here?"

Momentarily, Tim was at a loss for words, his mind on pause as it finally registered the view before us.

“We... we were visiting a friend and apparently hopped into the wrong house..." Several other sounds popped out of his mouth, none of them coherent. In this moment, neither of us had made a move to exit the room.

While Tim struggled to think of something to say, my eyes were drinking in Lisa's taut body. Even though kneeling on the floor, she still wore strappy silver heels with ties wrapping their way up her ankles. Beautifully toned legs ran up to the aforementioned black microskirt, in this position it barely extended past the curve of her butt-cheeks. A taut belly betraying no fat whatsoever ran up to the delightful curve of her natural breasts, slightly pointed to small, eraser-sized nubs. A solid B-cup. Slender arms with a hint of tense musculature, this girl kept herself in perfect shape. Slender and high- cheekbones ran up to luminous eyes which seemed to glow of their own accord. Eyes which connected with mine, and then gave a cursory look over my own body before stopping at a point about 3 feet below the top of my head.

I'd developed an instant erection the moment my eyes took in the sight before me, and my hard-on was now tenting my cargo's straight out. Lisa slowly turned and stood up, almost reaching my 5'10" height given her heels. Looking directly at me, she reached a palm out to a sputtering Daphne to quiet her.

“Maybe there's a use for you two, yet. Fate has brought me a little present."

And with that, she leaned forward and tilted her head up. Closing her eyes, she captured my mouth with her hers, parting my lips to let her tongue in to tease me. Her left hand reached behind me, sliding the door shut, while her right hand snaked beneath the loose waistband of my cargo pants, under the boxers and took a hold of my rigid tool. I let out a groan into Lisa's mouth as she did this, her soft, cool hand enfolding my rod and gently stroking it. My own arms wrapped around her bare back, reaching out to cup that tight ass I'd seen so many times in my dreams. I could feel her firm tits pressing into my chest, but I wanted to feel them bare. Gently pushing her back, I reached an hand down and yanked my polo off in one fluid move, then returned to playing tongue wars with this hot topless vixen in my arms.

Coming up for air, we both turned to appraise our respective companions. Daphne was staring at us with a look of mixed apprehension and lust on her face. Tim was staring straight at Daphne's still gaping pussy, oozing out her love juices.