![]() ![]() I was hoping they’d have some snacks or something to go with all that booze, but mostly I was excited to see all the hot chicks. I was starving, and needed to get out of that car. ![]() ![]() They thought I camped a lot… hehehe… Anyhow, it was a four hour drive to Sis’s college town, and I got there just in time. Saturday came and I set out for the party, handing my folks a line about camping out that weekend. I agreed to go and that we’d both be cool with whatever we saw, and Sis made me promise to come alone – she didn’t want to be blamed for the party getting crashed by a bunch of high school kids. Then I thought about all the other coeds getting wild and drinking, getting horny surrounded by hanging ballsacks… Hey, this party was definitely going to be the place to be. Holy shit, I thought, I might see my Sister’s tits. Besides, us girls get pretty wild… you’ll probably see a fair amount of me too, but it’s no big deal if we don’t make it one.” “Nah,” she replied, “believe me I’ve seen lots of balls… one more set isn’t going to be any big deal. “You’re not gonna freak out if I’m walking around with my balls hanging out? I don’t know anyone there and I was thinking if I went up we’d hang a little…” I suggest you take me seriously or don’t come.” Any guy caught in the party without his balls out us girls are gonna tease and humiliate… and it’ll be bad, too. To get in, you have to come to the door with your balls hanging out of your pants. The frat guys always make us flash our tits to get into their parties and so we decided to get even. “Yeah, right,” I snickered, “you’d really invite your own brother to that kind of a party! Nice try Sis… thanks for playing your little joke on me, but I’m sorry it’s not gonna work.” All the guys have to walk around with their balls hanging out their fly.” no, you don’t understand,” she said teasingly, as though she were explaining some deep complicated adult subject to a kindergartener, “I mean it’s balls out – literally. “Oh yeah,” I said, “balls out! Hell yeah! We’ll party like crazy!” Sis filled me in on all the details like time, where to park, etc, and then she started giggling like crazy, “Oh, little Brother,” she said with a little laugh, “one more thing… there’s a theme to this party: it’s called a balls out party…” “Yeah,” I said, a party at my Sister’s sorority house sounded like a blast – especially when I imagine all the hot coeds running around a sorority, “I’ll be there, what time?” “Hey, little Brother,” my Sister Marie said when I finally got the phone away from my younger sister, Angie, “Listen, there’s a party up here this weekend at the house this Saturday, there’ll be free beer and I can make sure you get in the door, wanna come?” ![]()
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