Southern Cumfort Pt. 07

All characters engaged in sex acts are eighteen or older.

The sliding glass door to the balcony was open, and the smell of a cigarette filtered inside. That's what must have woke me up. It was three AM, and I could just make out Louise's silhouette against the Atlanta skyline. The cherry of the cigarette was just visible, since her back was to me with her head slightly turned. Just seeing her lithe outline was enough to get me going. As I approached her, she heard my footsteps and there was a subtle change in her posture.

"Sorry," she said. Her slender body was hugged by a tight tank top and black and white striped boy shorts. She was barefoot on the balcony. Her skin bore a faint shine from her sweat, stubborn in the humidity.

"For what?" I came up beside her and took the cigarette when she offered.

"Waking you up." She turned, resting a single elbow on the balcony rail. We were at the nineteenth floor, and there was a strange kind of alone calm up here. The city droned below, still active in the small hours.

"Whatever." I took a long drag of her cigarette and handed it back.

"You ok?" She said. Her eyes were shining, and her voice was husky.

"Sure, why wouldn't I be?"

She placed her hand on my ass. "You know..." Right on cue it started itching in that spot where I had the chigger.

"It wasn't what I thought it would be. You know, I was afraid I might like it and what that would be like. Now I fucking loved it and don't care." I grinned. "Didn't even hurt." I stuck my hand down the back of my pants and rubbed the raw, itchy spot on my cheek where the parasite was.

"It usually doesn't if you do it right. So many guys want to fuck your ass because they think it's something they make you do or something they trick you into doing. So they don't care about if you enjoy it or not, in fact sometimes they want you not to like it. It's like they're conquering you and forcing you. Fucking men."

Not sure what to say to that, I responded, "I would never do that."

She shook her head. "Yeah, yeah, I know. 'Not all men.'" She discarded the butt of her cigarette and lit a new one. "Dude, I know you're not like that."

For a second we just stared at the glowing veins of the night time city. She laid her head on my shoulder. "You know, I've never said it to anyone else."

"Huh?"

Again she turned to face me, and our eyes met. "I love you. It's never been true with anyone."

It wasn't the same for me. Hell, I said it the night I lost my virginity. "You're my sister."

"But you know what I mean. Most brothers don't rail their sisters on the side of the road."

"Yeah," my cock took notice of that, and started to inflate with the memory. It was true for me too, though the words had been cheap in the past. I would tell any girl who I wanted to fuck that I loved her and even mean it at the time, then I would tell them again after I was done. For a long time I wondered if I would ever mean it or if it was even real at all. Maybe Louise wasn't any more cynical than I was. Still, it felt different this time. "I came out to ask you if you were ok. I thought you would want to rest up before your big day."

For a long time she didn't say anything, and I thought she was just going to finish her cigarette in silence. "I'm not." She side-eyed me.

"But you're going to do great tomorrow. You saw how everyone was looking at you yesterday. People came just to see you."

Her smile was melancholy. "And that's it. That's all. Trip I'm twenty-seven."

My gaze told her I didn't understand. She continued, "I've never had a real job, never been on my own, barely finished high school. I even gave up when I tried to learn the guitar. When you were still home I was young enough I could just shrug my shoulders and blame Mom and Dad."

This was uncomfortably close to my own situation. The difference was Louise wallowed in this when she was younger. She got in trouble because nothing could touch her, she never got a job because she had raised enough hell that she knew nothing would stop Dad from writing her checks. Dad's own vanity wouldn't allow him to leave a child destitute. "Shit, Trip. I make money getting guys horny for a living. And I don't even make enough to be on my own."

Putting my arm around her, I squeezed her closer. "Louise..." I said, intending to follow up with some comforting words, but failing.

"And who knows how long I'll have this? Once you're no longer young and cute they don't want you anymore. Trip, I'm just getting started. And I don't want to butcher up my fucking face like Mom." Her eyes were really glistening now. A tear fell down her cheek. "Fuck, I just wanted to let you sleep.

"I wasn't even a big sister to you two. I made Flora's life hell with my teasing and I left you to clean up my messes. You would always be the peacemaker between me and Mom and Dad. I took it for granted. At least when you're the oldest sibling you have the others looking up to you, you take care of them. You're supposed to, anyway. And all I was was dead fucking weight. And you know what was really fucked up? I knew it and didn't care. Fuck Mom and Dad, I still say that. But you and Flora didn't deserve it. That's why it's so hard to say sorry. I have so God damn much to apologize for. Now I know what I've done."

Pulling her into me, I wrapped my arms around her. She buried her face in my chest. To my shock, her body shook and heaved. Her breath sucked and hooted with her sobs. I patted her back, and though it made me feel even more awkward, I smashed her into me. "Louise, I'm here, ok? I love you. Flora loves you. We have each other. I'm sorry too." Her tears were running down my bare chest. I hadn't seen her cry like this since we were kids. I didn't even know she could anymore. Though it embarrassed me, being this close to her was getting me harder, and if she got any closer she would get poked.

She looked up at me, her mouth gaping and twisted. Even now, red-eyed, puffy, and grimacing, she was a dream to me, even with the angry spot under her eye where the gun had hit. "You're so beautiful," I said.

Louise erupted with a single bark of a laugh. "You ass. You're just so... You..."

"I love you, dummy. We're both poor little rich kids. Just think about you and me. You can fuck this up royally, but there's nothing you can do. We're stuck with each other."

She shook her head. "You're stupid then. What the hell do you want with me? You were away for five years, so you met girls who weren't psycho, useless bitches."

"It's you I want. Just you. I don't know what you want me to say. Just look at what I'm doing. I don't have to be here with you, I don't have to risk things with Flora for you. I sure as fuck don't have to let you run my ass through. I'm still here."

Louise didn't smile, but she calmed. "I don't deserve you. But I'll take you anyway," she said. She leaned forward to give me a slow tender kiss. "Oh shit," she jumped. I had poked her. "So crying women make you hard? I thought the incest kink was sick."

I kissed her forehead. "Shut up."

"God damn, I need a drink." She headed inside, her taut little butt sashaying with her steps. She came back out with the bottle of vodka, and together we drained the last couple of gulps.

"Don't get wasted now. You have work tomorrow," I teased, setting the bottle on the balcony floor. There was plenty more where the vodka came from.

For just a second, her eyes dropped to my hardon. Her intentions were clear, and by this time I knew I had passed her test and could claim my prize. "Kinda romantic out here," I said.

Louise guffawed. "I swear to God guys say the stupidest things to get in girls pants. You don't have to beat around the bush. Just say you want to fuck me."

I seized her forearm and pulled her toward me. Her eyes blazed with startled approval. "I'm gonna fuck you," I growled, and pulled her in for a kiss. When I lips met she reciprocated my passionate kiss and I tasted the vodka on her. I turned, licking the inside of her mouth and pushing her against the rail of the balcony. It was a long way down, and I was gratified to see her eyes shift to the long drop. But still I devoured her, and bit her lip as she pulled away, hard enough to hurt.

Her eyes couldn't hide her nervousness. "You afraid your fat ass is going to break the rail?" I taunted.

"You weigh twice what I do, asshole. Don't they make these rails strong enough to fuck on? Most guests here are gonna be like two polar bears wrestling, we're fine. How could you resist a view like this, anyway?"

I reached for the bottom of her shirt and she put her arms up. Her shirt flew off and down to the street below. "You asshole, that was a good shirt!" Her flat chest and small pink nipples were shamelessly exposed now and her abs rippled.

"That's payback for ripping my other shirt open. Now turn around and put your hands on the rail." My grip moved up her fit body. I couldn't help it. Rubbing her chest, her erect nipples tickled my palms.

"You think you can order-" She didn't get to finish.

I seized her hips and flipped her around, and slapped her tight ass hard. A raucous laugh burst out from her. Her form fitting underwear came down easily, and I started kissing down her back. She wiggled her pert little butt at me. Cupping the cheeks, I spread her open as I reached her tramp stamp. My nose was close enough that I caught her scent. I moved my thumb in and stroked her asshole. She placed her hands firmly on the rail.

She looked back at me, and we made eye contact, our hissing breaths filling our ears. It didn't take words. She shifted her hips just slightly, curving her spine and spreading open that warm, wet mutual crack, giving me access to whatever hole I wanted. And she knew which one I wanted.

My hand slid between her legs as I lowered myself, her sparkling wet cunt and pulsing asshole in full view. I took some of the juice from her pussy and rubbed it on her butthole, prompting a gasp of pleasure from her. The heat radiated off her, her body sweaty from the Atlanta night.

Then I pushed with my middle finger, and her hungry ass swallowed it up. "Fuck," she moaned, splaying her hips out further with the curve of her back. It went in to my first knuckle, then my second. I wiggled my finger inside her and felt her body contort from the inside. Her insides were like velvet, and I pushed until I was all the way in. My finger probed her, looking for the best spot for the most pleasure. Her quavering breaths told me how she felt.

I moved my finger slowly in and out of her butthole, bowing her back further. Her bat tattoo was right in my face, and I gave it a little kiss as I pleasured her. She bent over further, pressing her ass out for me to use however I wished. And I did.

I pumped in and out of her quicker, and I moved my other finger underneath her to stroke the wet folds of her pussy. Her body jerked with my attention, and by now I was surrounded by her earthy aroma. She hadn't showered since the motel in Alabama and I could pick up every scent from the road.

Then, slowly as I could tolerate, I penetrated her cunt with my other finger. "Holy fuck the things you do to me," she hissed. I slid up and down her lubricated slit, her body wiggling and gyrating in time with my strokes. Her clit was easy to find, and I flipped it back and forth between my fingers. "God damn," she grunted.

I needed her to cum before I even got my cock out. She was letting me cum inside her ass, it was the least I could do. I circled her clit, then I strummed it, then I pressed hard and slow. It wasn't easy doing this while I pumped my finger in her ass, like patting my head and rubbing my belly at the same time. She didn't seem to care how coordinated I was, and both holes thrummed and pulsed against my fingers.

"Holy fuck, dude," she moaned.

"You gonna cum for your brother?" I said.

She panted. "Yeah, baby. Fuck, Trip, how are you this good?"

"Say it." From her silence she didn't know what I meant. "Say you're gonna cum for your brother."

"I'm gonna cum for my brother!" She shouted into the night. Someone was sure to have heard. "His finger is in my ass and I'm gonna cum for him!" With that her whole body tensed and she let out that death rattling gurgle I had heard from her before. Her pussy and ass both pushed, and I pushed back to stay inside of her.

Her breaths came deep and fevered, groaning out and sucking in. Uhh hiss uhh hiss. Cumming was something she didn't do in half measures. Her spine was arched, her head thrown back and her ass sticking out just as much as she could. But stroking in both of her holes I kept her going, controlling her like a puppet.

Finally her body cooled down a little. "Ok, ok," she huffed. She pulled away from me and turned around to face me. "That was fucking good," she grinned.

"Well, catch your breath, because I'm not done." As I stood I saw her own juice dripping down the insides of her legs.

"You'd better not be." She reached down and pulled my shirt over my head. Leaning forward, I felt the hot breath of her nose on my lips. Our lips touched again, and I pushed her back into the rail. I ran my hands up and down her body, heedless of how clean or dirty they might have been. When they reached far enough up her back, I seized her hair, and pulled her head back. She laughed as I kissed and nibbled her exposed neck. "Shit, you're good," she muttered.

Once again I turned her around, and she bent over, looking back at me. Her sweltering, sweating crack was aromatic and ripe, ready to be skewered. With a single hand, she spread her ass open for me, in a pose she had certainly done a hundred times for the gooning degenerates that looked at her online. Who could blame them? And their degeneracy was a speck of dirt next to the filthy tower of mine. My cock thumped in time with my pounding heart and I stripped off my pants. Her hungry face dared me. As she bent I placed my dick in the cleft of her flawless ass, like a log in a flume, and rubbed it back and forth, making it slick with her nectar.

"Good boy," she said. "This asshole is ready for you. It's all yours tonight."

"Good girl," I said, and put the point of my member at her puckering butthole. Ready to ram it home, I exercised restraint and slowly pushed. That look on her face, the squint, then the tiny grimace as her hole stretched and accommodated my iron cock. It was tighter than her pussy, and squeezed me with the vital movement of her body. "You like my cock in your ass, sister dearest?"

She nodded, biting her lip. I was halfway in by then, her velvet insides stroking my dick as it moved in. How the hell could anyone think this was an unnatural act? Her asshole was right there next to her pussy and felt damn good. Giving one last push, I was all the way inside her. By then, her red face was slack and stupid with pleasure. Clamping my hands around her waist, I gave one more thrust, drawing a gasp from her. I looked down, seeing her small, round ass stuffed with my burning cock.

When I leaned forward I could smell the sweat of her armpits, ripe from the long, humid day. I kissed her back, then her shoulders, placing my lips on the pentagram in the center. My tongue lashed out, licking the salt crust on her neck, left by her sweat. Nothing tasted like salty skin, and somehow my sister's sweat was even better. Moving my hands up her body, I cupped her flat tits and pinched her nipples, and moved my kisses up her neck, to right under her jawline. "Fuck," she hissed.

Then, pulling back, I drew my cock out of her ass, but stopped before my head came out. Just a little faster than before, I slid it back into her, and she moaned with the sensation. "God damn," she cooed. I ran my tongue along the other side of her neck, her salty residue making it tingle. With each stroke of my cock in her ass I moved a little faster until her light body was bouncing in front of mine, her mouth was gaping, and she was alive with squeals and sighs.

In that moment every bit of her belonged to me. She had been with plenty of other guys, but none of them were like me. Likewise none of the girls I had ever been with felt like this. It was like the culmination of our lives, our extension of the bond we formed over all our years together. The healing of the pain she had caused. My acceptance of her for exactly who she was.

I held on to her tight as I sped up and felt my orgasm roaring toward me. In a few seconds I would fill her dirty guts up with my forbidden seed and leave another mark on her. I lost control, heedless now of anything but the sensation of Louise at the tip of my cock, the tip of my fingers, and the tip of my tongue. The agonizing glow gathered in the shaft of my dick and I let fly.

It felt like my heart was in my cock as it pumped over and over inside my sister. She clenched around me too, her asshole cumming for me, a thing I thought impossible just a few days ago. We pulsed, and we moaned, and we tensed, and we leaked. It was like there was a single giant orgasm consuming both of us.

With the last thrust of my climax, fatigue ached in my back and legs. Louise was still tensed and gasping, her body at the mercy of her own orgasm. But after a few seconds we both wound down, and rubbed against each other, our bodies gasping and heaving from exertion while our sweat slick skins rubbed together.

"Fuck me," Louise groaned, and looked back at me. She tilted her hips forward and my dick popped out of her like a cork from a bottle of wine. Turning, she rested her elbows on the rail and faced me. She thrust her naked body forward, glowing with sweat and hot blood, and her eyes with love. Both kinds. She was extraordinary in her glory, her body a radiant sunrise over the balcony. "What?"

"You just look lovely now, that's all," I said, knowing that the courtly language would paradoxically embarrass her.

She shook her head, unable to suppress a smile. "Just get me a cigarette, would you? And thanks. You know no one talks to me like that."

I held the pack of cigarettes from the table on the balcony. She took one and nodded when I went to take one myself. Flicking the lighter, I lit both of us up, the cherries of our cigarettes red in the dark. "You deserve it," I said.

There was that look again, the one of conflict between embarrassment and gratitude. "You know, when you're a teenager you feel like being cynical makes you smart and grown up. Like all the happy, shiny things you learned as a kid are big lies and you see through all of them."

"I guess so," I said.

"And then you get older and find that you need your emotions, or maybe you need to be able to face them honestly. So when real life finally comes barging in, and it always does, there's nothing you can do to deal with it."

"And that's where you are now?" I said.

She nodded. "Makes me think having an attitude like Flora's is the mature way to go. To feel things like she does. Your feelings are right there, and laughing at them and denying them only delays the inevitable. How do you get out of it?"

For a moment I just looked at her naked body, loving every curve, every rippling muscle. Then I realized that the question wasn't rhetorical. "I don't know," I said. For some reason, the answer made me feel guilty.

"Me neither. But you're there. You can face raw emotion. Once you see what a shit show the world is, how do you go on?"

"I don't know, Louise. The world is fucked, and it's a hell of a lot worse for everyone else besides us."

Though it was my honest answer, I could see it was the wrong one. "So we're a couple of spoiled brats whining about feeling bored and alienated when the rest of the world is starving, full of cancer, and oppressed?"

Shrugging, I said, "Well, yeah. Just be thankful for what you have, I guess," That irritated her even more, but I continued. "You've got me and you've got Flora."

She took a long drag of her cigarette, her face glowing with its red light. "That ain't bad." She forced a smile. "I just got ass fucked by my brother and that's the best thing I have going in life." She laughed.

"Sure. Look, if everything is fucked it's up to us to get through it, right? The world isn't going to do it for us. So just look at what you have now. I mean right now in this moment. I've never felt like this with anyone before, Louise."

She looked away, her face contorted with a smile. A single tear ran down her cheek. "Me neither. You know, it's not just how you make me feel, but how you..." her voice broke then, and her smile turned to a grimace. "How you show me that I can be that for someone else. That I can give something back instead of just taking. Shit." She wiped her cheek with her wrist.

"Hey, whatever," I smiled. "Come on in and sit down, I'll get you a tissue."

I didn't want to tell her what I usually did to deal with my pain, tried and true as it was. The cure that had never failed me. Just don't think about it. She wasn't the kind who could do that.

She sat on the bed, both of us still naked and cooled by the sweat on our skins. With the tissues I gave her she blew her nose and wiped her face. "Thank you."

She was sound asleep when the sun came up.

--

It was good that Louise focused so much on getting ready. My cosplay was about a tenth as intricate as hers, and I had it on before she even started on her wig. At least you could tell who I was. Her busy mind was focused, and so she couldn't have uncomfortable feelings. She fussed with the bruise on her face where the gun had hit her, covering it up, and had me help her cover up her tattoos.

When she was done it was uncanny. She looked like Aerith down to the rope braid, pink dress and red little jacket. Mine looked like a fifty dollar halloween costume next to hers. She laughed when I told her so. "You're not the professional, I sure as hell hope mine looks better." It was such a strange feeling seeing her in her cosplays. She put so much effort into them, a true passion. It was like seeing her but not her. Every time. Face uncharacteristically cheery, but still hers.

After she had finished getting ready there was a flurry of texting. "The whole cast is meeting up at the beginning to get some pictures together."

"The whole party?"

"Yeah, plus Sephiroth." That would be interesting seeing some of the less human members of the party. Her fingers slid across her phone. "There's someone I want you to meet."

"Who?"

"Now, now Cloud," she said, her voice pitched artificially high. "A girl has to have her secrets."

I rolled my eyes and handed her a fifth of whiskey. She took a couple of deep pulls. "A little liquid courage," I said.

"Shit, I'm going to have to bust my ass in the gym so hard when we get back," she said in her normal voice.

--

Flora: Wow, Louise, you look so cool. Just like her.

Louise: It took long enough to get ready.

Trip: This is like prom for her, Flora.

Louise: Fuck you.

Flora: But it's important, right?

Trip: Yes.

Louise: Anyway, how are you doing, Baby? You holding up ok?

Flora: I guess so. There's too many people here. Mom is home and Aunt Maggie and Glad.

Louise: It's ok. We won't be much longer. We miss you.

Flora: I miss you too. It's sad here without the two of you.

Louise: You want big bro to warm your buns up?

Trip: Louise, be nice.

--

They weren't hard to spot, with Louise being the last one to get there. She walked in front of me, and I could see the nerves in her gait. It was indeed the whole party, Barret Wallace complete with a heavy looking arm gun, Sephiroth white haired and awkward with a single wing. Satisfying my curiosity was Cait Sith looking true to form like a white Grimace from the McDonald's commercials with a plushy cat perched on his shoulder and Red XIII smiling and tigerish in a fursuit.

Though I loved all the geeky things that Louise and Flora were into, I felt awkward as hell. Like a mangy mutt at a dog show. To top it all off, my professional counterpart Cloud stared me down, looking slender and fit and hard whereas I looked like a marshmallow. When she saw us approaching, Tifa waved and smiled, excited to see Louise. Her costume was just as good as the others. Long black hair, sports bra with a leather skirt and suspenders. She was certainly built for the part, but her padded boobs were overdoing it a little. She had a little belly, but not enough of one to break the illusion.

She rushed toward Louise and kissed her on the cheek. "This is Trip," Louise said, introducing me.

"Mercedes," she said, giving me a limp handshake. She was all smiles looking at Louise and she had to consciously stop herself fiddling with her wig. She had a round face with hazel eyes that smiled easily. There was a simple, blunt beauty to her face. "I'm so excited," she said to Louise, clapping her hands. I had to work to keep my eyes off her big tits, which bounced with her movement.

The two of them talked, with me feeling like the biggest third wheel in the world. Mercedes was from Tennessee and this was only her second paid gig. She and Louise had been in touch before the con. While they were chatting, Sephiroth broke off from the group and approached us. He was tall and thin and walked awkwardly with the single wing on his back. Just like the rest of them, he had the look down. Black trench coat, long long white hair.

Before, the other cosplayers Louise met up with weren't pros like this. Her cosplay was always head and shoulders over theirs, but for the first time theirs were of comparable quality. It was like every switch in her brain was turned on. Her eyes shined. As he approached, Sephiroth looked a bit too serious. Everyone else was smiling and goofing off. "Ben, I want you to meet Louise," Mercedes said as he approached. "And this is Trip," she said, clearly at a loss for further words.

"Nice to meet you," I said. I didn't want to screw this up for Louise, so I was on my best behavior. "I'm not part of the crew, just here with her." Also I wasn't sure if they knew we were siblings and decided to keep my mouth shut.

"I can see that," Ben said. I couldn't tell if he was joking or being rude.

"He's going to be with me," Louise said. "You won't even notice him." She kept talking with Mercedes, their conversation considerably more sedate since Ben was there. The girls complimented each other and talked about the kind of time they were having at the con. Just seeing Ben made me feel awkward as he tried to insinuate himself into the conversation with little success.

"So where are you from, Ben?" I said, feeling for him.

"Tennessee. Mercedes and I are old friends." He didn't seem too enamored with her new friend.

"Umm, cool. Louise and I are friends too. I'm just here for fun." I repeated. I didn't add that our trip had been a sibling fuck fest, but he certainly didn't need to know.

While we were talking, Mercedes took Louise by the hand to meet the rest of the team. "You having fun?" I asked Ben.

"Sure," he said. His face contradicted his words, looking after Louise and Mercedes as they departed. "This is only Mercedes' second cosplay and I've been doing this for a couple of years." He clearly wanted to get away, but had the social graces not to turn his back on me.

I got a weird feeling from him, and wanted to keep him busy. "I'm sure she appreciates your experience."

He glared at the group and huffed. "How long has your friend been doing this? What's her name?"

"Louise," I said. "This is her first paid gig but she's been cosplaying for years."

"Hmm. Do you worry? Like about what she gets into here?"

For a moment I stared at him, not sure what he meant. "I mean... she's been to plenty of cons. Sometimes guys get handsy, but she can handle them."

That apparently wasn't what he meant. "In a group like this I'm not worried about what other guys will do. Don't get worried about what she'll get up to? Mercedes is a nice girl and I just don't want her getting into trouble."

Mercedes struck me as more shy and wide-eyed than anything, not one to get into trouble. I looked over, seeing her face bright and laughing at something Louise was saying. "I don't know, she looks ok now. Louise will keep her safe, she's fierce when she needs to be."

There was an abrupt, angry shift in his face. "What did Louise tell you about her?"

"Not anything really."

He sighed, "Is Louise... is she spoken for?"

"What?" I laughed.

"I mean is she with someone?"

I shook my head. "Sorry, but I don't think you're her type."

His mouth formed into an angry line and the pieces started falling into place. He wasn't asking for himself. "Hey, man," I said, "Just relax and enjoy yourself. Louise isn't going to do anything to your friend." Strictly speaking, I didn't know that was true. In fact, it looked like Louise was making a move. That wasn't really this guy's business though. I had a thing or two I would like to do to Mercedes. "She's cute, I'm sure you've seen her flirt with people at cons before."

Now he wasn't trying to hide his irritation. "They're not flirting," he grumbled.

"Ok whatever you say. They're not flirting. But you're better off not worrying about it, my guy. Just have a good time and let her have a good time."

"Is she your girlfriend?" I don't know how he got that.

I gave an honest but misleading answer. "No she sure as hell isn't."

Now Mercedes and Louise were approaching us. "They're taking the pictures now, Ben," she told him. Ben gave me one last glare and went off with the group. The pictures were of the party with Ben, the villain, off to the side. Louise and Mercedes were, naturally, on either side of Cloud.

--

"Well, what did you think of her?" Louise asked. We stayed together during the rest of the con, though she insisted I didn't need to follow her. She was simultaneously annoyed and happy that I felt protective enough to come with her. From time to time she would see another of the Final Fantasy VII cosplayers and wave at them, even stopping to chat with Mercedes, Ben frowning and trying to get in between them. Like always, people gawked and talked to her. She kept in character whenever she spoke to fans. I was impressed. This time she had to charge for pictures, and I was supposed to stay out of them.

"You mean Mercedes? She seems nice." I wasn't sure where this was going, and didn't want to let on the more perverted places my mind went.

"So you like her?"

"Yeah, I guess so. I barely know her. She's your friend." She was certainly more interested in Louise than me.

"She's sexy, huh?" When I looked over, she had a strange look on her face. "I bet you like big tits like that."

There was no use denying that. I shrugged. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"I mean you're horny. Bet you'd like to get your hands on those."

If it had been any other girl, I would think she was fishing for a compliment. "You would too."

"You jealous?"

"Not really. I'd like to watch, though I think Sephiroth would have something to say about it."

"You mean Ben? What did he say when he talked to you?" I wasn't completely sure I wanted to tell her. For some reason, guys like Ben hated girls like Louise.

I shook my head, "They're friends."

"Trip, what did he say?"

Sighing, I told her, paraphrasing that he wanted to keep her out of trouble and asked if Louise was with me. "What did you tell him?" She laughed.

"Would you call me your girlfriend?" I said.

"Fuck no." She laughed even harder.

"That's what I said."

There was this grin on her face now. Guys like Ben were comically serious, especially about anything to do with sex and relationships. They saw themselves as nice guys and talked about things like chivalry. Not only did Louise defy these traditional ideas, she made damn sure you knew it. Frankly, that bugged me a little as well as thick as she laid it on. Her tattoos and colored hair were covered, so it wasn't immediately obvious she was "like that." Him being protective of Mercedes would make him all the more hostile. Not to mention that she obviously had no interest in him.

"There's no reason for you to stir the pot, Louise."

"You think he'd be mad if I kissed his precious m'lady?" She mocked.

"You know, this is your first paid gig. You want to fuck it up?"

"Cospaly like this is a fuck fest. Think about it. Everyone's making money showing off their bodies and acting like they're at a masquerade. Plus, the fans are even horny for the guys. How can you not want to get laid?"

I was about to respond when a fan approached Louise, a girl. She had long hair and glasses and was obviously still a kid, a teenager, and so I kept my distance as they chatted and took pictures together. Why did she have to do this? She was upset the other night about how everything she liked doing got her in trouble. Of course it would when it was like this. I clenched my jaw. Ben seemed like he was kind of a pain in the ass, but I didn't want to get into it with him, and he was as likely as Louise to pull me into the drama.

Still, Mercedes was hot, and quite taken with Louise. She didn't seem much interested in me, but the idea of the two of them hooking up still made me a little hard. Maybe if I was lucky I could get involved too. I was secure enough that I knew I wouldn't lose her to some random girl at a con. Strange thing was, I would have been jealous if it had been anyone else. Was Mercedes the kind who would let me watch? Louise sure as hell was. So I was torn. Getting my hands on Mercedes' tits, even seeing all of them, seemed worth a little drama. It just depended on how far Louise and Ben wanted to take it.

The girl went off with presumably her dad, and Louise was smug when she came back to me. "I bet Mercedes is getting a lot of pictures and attention." She had walked away with Ben when the party went their separate ways.

"I bet she is," I said, still unsure which way I wanted this to go. Maybe I had read Ben wrong and would be lucky.

"She's nineteen. I asked. She's her own woman."

"What do you want me to say, Louise? Yes, I'd fuck her. Yes, I know you want to. Yes, it would piss Ben off." My raised voice attracted a few glances.

From the look on her face, she certainly wanted a rise out of me. Whatever. There was nothing I could do to stand up to her when I was myself unsure. "So you're not going to be a dick about it if I make a move on her, are you?"

"Seems like you already have. What difference does it make what I do anyway?"

"I'm serious. Don't mess this up for me. I know what you want, Trip. You're as horny for her as I am. More, I bet." She had me there. "You just don't want to rock the boat. Well I don't give a shit what Ben does so we have a shot with her."

"We? She barely noticed I was there. You want me to just take a walk while you eat her out?"

The look on Louise's face told me she didn't care what I did. This is the Louise I grew up with, who did whatever and didn't care how it affected anyone else. It was the same Louise that had fired a Desert Eagle through the motel wall. Would she be remorseful tomorrow? Either way, I doubted it would affect what she did today.

Louise shrugged, "You can't blame me when you want the same thing."

I sighed and pinched the bridge of my nose. "Fine, whatever." I didn't even really mind if I took a walk to give the two of them some privacy or even if they used Mercedes' room. It was honestly kind of hot that she was hooking up with another girl. The two of them in a sixty-nine flashed through my mind and I started to get hard again. Was there a way I could secretly watch without Mercedes knowing? It was frustrating that she was winning me over.

But the irritation faded quickly and we were chattering and having fun for the rest of the time. This was pretty typical for Louise, and so I knew we could just talk and act like nothing was wrong. And really, was there anything wrong? Knowing Louise, she might change her mind by the time we get back.

--

Several hours later both of us were worn out. We gathered in the convention center lobby with the rest of the party. They were in good spirits and waved at us when we came close. Cloud was even happy to see us. Ben, however, glared at Louise when she got close and hugged Mercedes. This time I kind of enjoyed watching him squirm. The two of them looked happy together and he didn't have the right to have a bug up his ass about it. Louise was getting handsy with her too, hand on the waist, then the shoulder, then the small of her back. And Mercedes was eating her attention up.

I said hi to everyone and shook hands. All of them were friendly with me except Ben, who scowled as he shook my hand. Louise came over dragging Mercedes behind her hand in hand. The two of them together were spot on as the two girls from the game. "Hey, Trip, we had an idea." The way the two of them were giggling like girls, I was excited to hear it, but also dreading what kind of trouble they might be up to. Ben was barely holding it together, but there was no provocation for him, no reason for him to say or do anything.

"Let's hear it," I said.

"Well, I was thinking after we get off we could go out to Martel's tonight. That's a restaurant in town. It could be my treat." She smiled.

"Who? Us and Mercedes?"

"No, I mean everyone." We had been to Martel's in the past. It was a fancy place, top notch, though I had no idea how expensive it would be. I had never been one to pay attention to bills. Whatever it was, it would be no problem for us to treat the group, or the whole convention even. I wasn't so naive that I thought most people could drop a few thousand dollars on a meal for a single night, though it was nothing to us. Louise, in fact, had been the one who taught me that we weren't like other families. Others did have the privileges we had and couldn't afford what we could. Was it gauche to flaunt our money like this? The other cosplayers weren't from here, so probably didn't know about Martel's. Though when they came in the door, no doubt they would see it was an upscale place. I could never figure out what was appropriate in situations like this. Louise seemed to have a good instinct for it, if only she cared. "You remember Martel's, right?"

"Maybe we could go out for pizza instead," I said.

She looked at me like I was joking and laughed. "You're invited too, big guy," she said to Ben. Fuck me.

The two girls scurried back to the group, leaving me with Ben, who was comically red faced in his costume. Not quite the stone cold killer he was masquerading as. "Hey man, we're gonna have fun. Have you been to Martel's before?"

"No," he grumbled. He wouldn't even look at me, instead burning holes in Louise with his eyes.

"Hey relax, nothing to worry about." Bullshit.

Before I could say anything else, Barret came running over. I hadn't learned anyone else's actual names. "Come on..." he searched his memory for Ben's name. "Sephiroth. It's picture time." Ben went over with the group. Maybe looking mean like this actually worked out nice for him.

--

There were eleven of us in all. When we came inside, I could see that people were impressed with the decor, and a few of them were confused why the prices and descriptions of the dishes weren't on the menu. The place had been around forever, and was decorated in a traditional Victorian style with ornate wood paneling, patterned tile floors, and luxurious drapes. Even I felt out of place in places like this. Everyone was out of their costumes and underdressed, and people stared when we came in. Louise hadn't told them anything about the restaurant, so no one knew to be any more formal than shorts and t-shirts. When Louise and I met everyone outside, I could see that people were surprised at what she actually looked like. I had thought that Mercedes had worn some kind of padding or fake boobs for her cosplay, but she was here in a spaghetti strap tank top with her tits just as huge as they were before. Her top came up in the back and she had a large chinese style carp tattooed on the small of her back. God she looked hot. Her natural hair was light brown and came down to her butt. I tried not to stare, without much success. Mercedes certainly noticed, but didn't seem to mind.

Just like she liked, everyone looked at what Louise was wearing. She looked right at home in the dark with the lights of passing cars flashing by. She was addicted to being the center of attention. Her dark outfit that night was a contrast to the innocent girl cosplay, plus her tattoos and hair that had been covered up before were out in the open.

"Look at you fucking her with your eyes," Louise said to me as we came inside. "Want to fuck her for real?"

I just shook my head at her. The maitre d' was startled when we came in, but Louise quickly approached him. His snooty face changed the moment she said "Tremblay." This was a normal routine at places like this. They knew us at every high class restaurant in the south, and no doubt she wanted to smooth over any trouble our guests' faux pas might cause. There was a good chance that they would prepare something special for us too.

As we were getting ready back at the hotel we talked. "So what's the plan for tonight? What do you even think you're going to do with Mercedes?"

Louise wiped makeup off her face. The wig was already off and laying on the bed and she stood there in only panties. "We'll see what happens."

"We'll see? I can already see where this is going. You gonna ask me to take a walk when you lick her pussy?" It wouldn't be the first time.

She laughed and repeated: "I don't know, we'll see."

"And what about Ben?"

"What about him?"

"Are you doing this just to piss him off?"

She eyed me in the mirror. "He can just seethe for all I care. He doesn't own her. You know they never even had a relationship, just a couple of shitty dates. They never fucked."

"He wants to protect her," I said, not happy to be in the position to explain his point of view..

"He has a crush, Trip," she snapped. "Mercedes told me all about it. He's been following her like a puppy for the last few months. They live in the same town and got in touch when they found out both were cosplayers. Ben's too beige for her, though. He's just jealous and possessive. Stupid boy stuff."

"So she sees a bad girl and goes for it. Does she even like guys?"

"Yeah. Liking girls is a new thing for her, though. She's excited to be with one for the first time." Her smile was triumphant.

This was just like her. She wouldn't do anything abusive or even mean to Mercedes. But she really got off on stuff like this, like she was corrupting an innocent girl. "So what would you do if you met a girl like Mercedes? Without me, I mean. Do you think she's hot?" She asked.

I sighed, "Yeah, she's hot as fuck."

"And so if you met her somewhere and hit it off, you would want to fuck her, right?"

I shook my head. "It's not that simple."

"Bullshit. I saw how you looked at that waitress in Alabama, what was her name?"

"Imani," I grumbled.

"Tell me you didn't want Imani riding you and you wouldn't have invited her back to the motel if I weren't there."

"Louise..." I couldn't tell her that.

"That's what I thought." She started reapplying makeup now that she had taken her Aerith cosplay off.

"But what about Ben?" I repeated.

"He can eat a dick. Mercedes has made her choice."

"She already chose to come back with you?"

"Well, I know what she's going to choose."

There wasn't more left to say. Jealousy didn't enter into the conversation. We both knew we belonged to each other and that someone like Mercedes was just a distraction. She started putting on dark lipstick, going for the old standby goth look. "What are you wearing tonight?" I asked.

"The black and gray plaid skirt and the bustier along with the platform heels."

"For Martel's?" The best I had was a button up shirt and slacks.

She glared at me in the mirror again. "We're Tremblays, Trip. They're not going to say anything no matter what we wear."

I didn't like it thrown in my face like this, but she wasn't wrong. If they made a stink, they would hear about it from Dad. Even if Louise was in trouble for it, the restaurant would be too. "And I don't want anyone knowing we're brother and sister. Or in a relationship, though we're not really. If anyone asks, we're friends."

"Don't want to spook Mercedes with our freaky incest?" I asked. She didn't answer.

They had led us to a private room at the restaurant. No doubt it was a combination of us being VIPs and not wanting to spook the other customers. The other people in our group were starstruck. The restaurant maitre d' called for attention. "It's my honor to welcome Miss Louise Tremblay and Master Earl Tremblay III. As their guests you are entitled to the same privileges as they are." The rest of the group sat quietly as the maitre d' described the special fish dish they were preparing for us. Their eyes flashed back and forth, Louise reveling in the mystique and attention.

I sat next to Louise, at the heavy, long wooden table, with Mercedes on her other side. Ben sat to the other side of Mercedes. There were candles and one fancy dish after another was brought out. We got appetizers and drinks. When I saw Louise ordering off the wine menu, I knew we would end up dropping a couple of thousand just on wine. I could see it in some of their eyes, plenty of them had never been anywhere like this before.

Despite all that, everyone eventually relaxed. Most of them knew each other casually already, and if not, the alcohol loosened them up plenty. By the time we were done eating, everyone was content and full. Of course with more and more drinking Louise and Mercedes got increasingly familiar, and soon Louise had a hand on Mercedes' thigh and the latter was giggling. Their faces were uncomfortably close and they looked like they were ready to kiss.

Ben, of course, stared daggers at the two of them. When Mercedes reached for the bottle of wine, Ben moved it away. "Don't you think you've had enough, Mercedes?"

She was more surprised than anything. "Ben, I'm fine. You've had twice as much as I have." She reached for the bottle but he pulled it away again.

"I don't want you embarrassing yourself here, you're drunk."

He was right that she was drunk, but then again, it wasn't his business. "Dude, what's your problem?" Louise said loud enough for everyone to look her way.

"I'm looking out for her, Louise," He said, his face red with anger and alcohol in equal measure. "You've been trying your best to get her drunk tonight."

"You're not her boyfriend or her brother, asshole. Give me the fucking bottle."

Mercedes put her hand on Louise's shoulder, trying to calm her. "Louise, it's ok I don't need any more to drink."

"Don't let him tell you what to do." Louise said. "This is our night. Yours and mine."

It was like something snapped inside Ben. "She would be better off with me instead of some goth whore! You never even gave me a chance. I know what you're doing. We all know what you're doing! She's not even a lesbian."

Mercedes looked like she wanted to slide under the table and disappear. But Louise's predatory smile told me she had him where she wanted him. "What I'm doing? You're just an orbiter who's waiting for your m'lady to see what a nice guy you are and then move in. I have the balls to be honest about it at least. It's never gonna happen. You think you're better but you're doing the same thing, you're just pissed because she sees what a bitch you are."

"For fuck's sake, will you two get a grip!" I said.

Neither of them seemed to hear me. "She wouldn't want anything to do with a degenerate like you. That's why you're drinking and bringing her places like this," Ben said. By now Mercedes had put herself between them, trying to stop the fight.

"You wanna go, bitch? You wanna take it outside? You think I'm afraid of you just because you're a guy?" Ben had half a foot on Louise, so this wasn't the best idea.

I had to act fast, "Hey everyone, can I get your attention?" I stood up, raising my glass. "Louise and I want to thank all of you for showing us such a good time and being cool at the convention." Everyone's eyes were on me and even Louise and Ben were given pause. So far so good. "I especially want to thank Ben. It's crazy to think such a nice stand-up guy like him could play a psycho like Sephiroth."

The words had sounded so good in my head, but they came out the wrong way. The table's reactions ranged from guffaws to awkward grins. Ben's face was burning. So were his eyes. Crap. "To Ben, and all the rest of you." I clinked glasses with Louise, who was still stunned by my toast. "Cheers!"

I gulped down the last of my wine and put my hand on Louise's shoulder. "You need to tone it down, Louise," I hissed in her ear.

"Fuck that. Did you hear what he called me? I know his type."

"You're not even mad, you're just trying to start shit. I know you won't fight him."

She gritted her teeth, "You want to bet on that, bitch?"

"Look, all you're doing now is pissing Mercedes off. Just go out and have a cigarette. I'll take care of things here. You've got nothing to worry about from him, there's no point in this."

"You want me to just walk away fr-"

"All you need to do is take a smoke break. You don't have anything to prove. He's not worth it."

That finally gave her pause. "Whatever," she said and took out her cigarettes and lighter. She turned to Mercedes. "Gonna have a smoke outside, baby." She kissed her cheek and got up. Everyone at the table and in the restaurant looked as she left, probably afraid her drunk ass would fall in those heels. Mercedes' eyes were shiny and red.

"Sorry, Mercedes," I said. "She just... Just, sorry."

"I didn't mean to start a fight," her voice was hoarse.

"It's not your fault." I placed a cautious hand on her shoulder. "Just let Louise calm down. She really likes you and wants to get to know you better. Everyone knows you're just caught in the middle of this."

"Who the fuck does she think she is? You're not a big shot just because you have money." Of course Louise getting the special room would get under his skin. But this was his perfect opportunity to sooth Mercedes and he was wasting it on envy and anger. No wonder she didn't like him like that. "Mercedes, come on, get on the other side of me."

"No," she scowled at him.

"Hey, man. Give her a little room, ok? Can't you see she's upset?" I didn't want to be a stand-in for Louise and the target of Ben's anger, but I couldn't just sit here either.

"She's your wife. Isn't this pissing you off, too?"

I was stunned and it took a second to reply. "My wife? She's not my fucking wife, asshole," I replied. He must have heard our common surname.

Mercedes started to get up and Ben grabbed her by the arm. She yanked her arm away. "Just leave me alone, Ben. I swear to God, can't you take a hint?" Her voice was icy. She headed out the way Louise had gone.

He started to get up and go after her, and so I in turn stood in his way. "Just breathe, man. Be a friend right now and just leave her alone for a minute." Standing toe to toe with him he was a little taller than me, but thinner. Fortified by the wine, I could take a hit from him. The girls needed their space anyway.

"Get out of my way," he said through clenched teeth and tried to push past me.

"I don't want to fight you, dude. Just relax and cool down for a few minutes."

He was pissed off, but I could see the hurt there too and I felt a little sorry for him. He was desperate to get out to see Mercedes, especially with what Louise might say or do with her. "She doesn't know what she's doing. She's only going out there because she's drunk. I have to be there for her."

"Didn't you see how upset she was? Being aggressive now is just going to push her away," I said. By then a couple of the other cosplayers were up with me and trying to calm him down.

We went back and forth for a couple of minutes, basically repeating ourselves. Ben seemed to calm a bit just from the delay. That was all I knew to do. But even then he still pushed past us and went outside, his anger diminished but still present.

--

When I got outside Ben and Louise were in each other's faces. Smoke puffed out of Louise's mouth and nose. There was no making out what they were saying, since they were talking over each other. Mercedes forced herself between them. "Enough!" She shouted.

Louise backed up a step and put her hands on Mercedes' shoulders. "I'm sick of his shit, baby," she said.

"Ben, this is getting ridiculous. You have no right to tell me who to be friends with."

"Mercedes, I'm your friend. What are you doing? She's nothing but trouble. You're not even a lesbian!"

"Well, maybe there are a few things you don't understand about me, Ben. Did you ever stop to think about what I wanted? I'm not a child, you can't treat me like one."

Ben shook his head. "You're drunk and not thinking straight. You can't just hook up with someone random slut from the convention"

"You fucking loser orbiter. You wanna talk shit?" Louise shouted.

"Louise, just let me handle this," Mercedes said. That seemed to do something. Louise took a drag on her cigarette and got a sour look, then blew smoke in Ben's face. "Louise and I have been messaging for months now. She's not just some random hookup. I've tried being nice. Just leave me alone, Ben. I don't want to talk to you until this is over, and maybe not even then."

His eyes went wide. "Mercedes, how can you do this to me? I just want to protect you!" He took a step toward her and took her hand. There was fear in her eyes. "You know I'll treat you better than she will. She's not right for you."

I stepped toward the three of them. "Hey, the lady told you to leave her alone. How much more bullshit do you think she's going to tolerate from you? Now let her go and get the fuck away from her."

Mercedes stared defiantly at Ben. "You don't have any right..." He sputtered.

"He's right. Get away from me, Ben. I'm just so disgusted with you right now," Mercedes said.

His eyes flashed from me, to Mercedes, to Louise. "Fuck all this. You'll regret the way you're treating me." But he still backed away and went inside.

The drone of the city was all we heard for a few seconds while we looked at each other. For the moment it was calm. "Thanks, Trip," Mercedes said. She blinked a tear away.

"Baby, you're coming back with us, right?" Louise said.

She nodded. It was just as much to get away from Ben as it was her attraction.

--

I was relieved to get out of the restaurant. Ben tried to murder us with his eyes as the three of us walked out and got a cab. Mercedes had made a graceful recovery and was laughing cautiously at Louise. She sat in the middle of the cab between the two of us. When I placed a drunken hand on her thigh, she didn't object.

"You know, baby, Trip likes you a lot too," Louise said. She gave Mercedes a tender kiss.

"I know," she giggled.

"How could I not with boobs like yours?" I responded.

Mercedes let out a nervous laugh. Maybe that was a little too strong, even if we were all drunk. Louise and I were both groping her, and my cock started to rise in my pants. The cab driver didn't say anything to us, he no doubt had seen this kind of thing plenty of times. Mercedes' face and chest were red with her blush, as were Louise's. She cupped one of Mercedes' tits as much as she could. They were big enough that it was more squeezing than cupping.

"I wish I had tits like this," Louise said.

"Yours are cute though," Mercedes said. "And I would kill to be as fit as you are."

"How did you two meet?" I asked.

Louise answered. "We met online before the con. Her cosplays are on Darkroom, you should follow her."

"How far did it get?" With Ben gone, so was my tact.

"There wasn't any sexting, if that's what you mean," Louise said.

"But there was instant attraction when I saw her on SmutShrine," Mercedes said. They kissed again, this time pushing their mouths together and intertwining their tongues. I brought my hand up Mercedes' body and felt the softness of her subtle belly. Louise's hands were all over her now, running through her hair. When their lips disengaged, Louise said. "Trip's here too."

She looked at me. "He was nice to me in the restaurant and outside. Thanks again for standing up to Ben."

"Well, then don't leave him out, baby," Louise said. I looked Mercedes' body up and down. Though she had the barest of bellies, it was nothing compared to her massive, low-hanging tits. I still couldn't believe they were this big, even looking at them now. Though she was less expressive than Louise, she had a pretty face, and her long, natural hair down her back was beautiful. My eyes flicked down to her lips, then back up to her eyes.

When our lips touched, Louise put her hand over mine on Mercedes' belly. The first kiss was tender, but we leaned in again and her mouth opened when I licked her lip. She didn't taste like Louise, but I got the vague hint of something, wine maybe? Her tongue was timid at first, but I coaxed it out with a couple of licks. As our lips and tongue played, I moved my hand up to the boob closest to mine. Mercedes' nipple was fully erect and I rubbed my thumb around it, eliciting a soft moan from her.

As we kissed, Louise and my hands were all over her, and her breath was quick and fevered. I placed my hand on her thigh and pushed up under her shorts. She gasped as I kissed her neck, tasting the salt of her sweat in the hot Atlanta night. My fingers moved up, touching the crotch of her panties. She was wet enough that I could feel it on the outside of her panties. "Wait," she said.

I pushed up further, tucking my finger in enough to feel the short trimmed hair of her bush. "Not here," she said. Louise and I made eye contact and she nodded her head, I took my finger out. "Let's not go this fast. We have all night." Her face was glowing red and her eyes star struck.

"You're just so pretty and sexy, baby," Lousie cooed at her. "Me and Trip have all kinds of nice stuff we want to do to you."

She took a few deep breaths to steady herself. "Just remember I've never been with a girl before."

When we got out of the taxi, Louise and I did our best to keep our hands appropriate, with some success. In the elevator, things heated back up. Even through her bra, Mercedes' large nipples stuck out, and Loiuse groped her tits as she looked at me. "Isn't she lovely, Trip?" Her hands moved up and down Mercedes' body.

Mercedes had a drunk grin on her face, and with each minute Louise and I looked at and touched her, she became molten, even more wet. "What do you want him to do to you, Mercedes?" Louise asked.

She looked at me, then Louise, then gulped. "Take it easy, Louise, she's nervous." I moved my hand up her side and palmed her breast. "You're nervous, aren't you, baby?" Mercedes looked back at Louise again and gave a timid nod of her head. "We're just gonna bring you inside and see what happens, ok?"

"Yeah we'll have fun without your knight in shining armor here," Louise said.

"I don't like him like that, we just went on a couple of dates a few months ago-"

"Hey sweets, it's alright. We both saw what a pain in the ass he was. Louise and I are gonna let you get comfortable when we get inside. Isn't that right, Louise?"

When Mercedes wasn't looking, Louise rolled her eyes. "Yeah, don't worry about it, baby."

We turned on the lights as we came inside our room, Louise and Mercedes holding each other as they giggled and staggered inside. The two of them collapsed on the bed, ending in a tender kiss side by side. After they kissed, Louise whispered to Mercedes, stroking the side of her face.

I grabbed some sodas out of the fridge and put them on the bedside table, sitting next to Mercedes. She turned and faced me. "We want to show you a good time tonight." It struck me that Louise was almost ten years older than her, and that her age might be intimidating. "This is your first time with a girl, and in a threesome, right?" Mercedes gulped and nodded. I took her by the hand and pulled her up next to me.

"I was hoping I would get to touch you when I first met you, baby," Louise slurred. "That beautiful body. Those amazing tits." Lying down, Louise could only caress the side of her breast. "How do you like Trip, baby?"

Mercedes turned back to face Louise, her face and chest bright red. "I want him too, he's handsome." Her eyes darted between us. "I'm not a virgin. I've just only been with guys, and one at a time."

Louise sat up next to her, fondling her enormous tits. "Did they make you cum?"

Mercedes was wide eyed, startled by the question. "N-no. I've only been able to do it alone."

"You're in for a treat, then, because Trip always makes me cum," Louise said. A look passed across Mercedes' face then, a bit of surprise, like she had answered a question.

"I do my best," I chuckled.

Mercedes leaned over and whispered something in Louise's ear. Louise nodded. "Take your cock out," she said. A nervous hand covered Mercedes' smile.

Easy enough. I stood, my raging, wet-tipped hardon pitching a tent in my pants. I unbuttoned my pants and let them drop, my hard dick bouncing up and down like a diving board. Her eyes growing wide, Mercedes giggled at the sight. "He's big," she whispered.

"He does have a handsome cock, doesn't he?" Louise said, running her finger up the length of the shaft.

Hearing a pounding on the door I jumped, my member bobbing. "What the fuck?" Louise said. "Ignore it. Whoever it is they can fuck off."

She looked up at me, her big doe eyes staring into mine. "Your shirt too." I pulled it off and my shirt hit the floor. "Isn't he hot, baby?" she said to Mercedes. "Love all that hair," she said, running her hand through the hair on my chest and belly. Mercedes had a shy grin.

There was a pounding on the door, harder this time. The look of lust in Mercedes' eyes had been replaced by fear. "Fuck you!" Louise shouted. Mercedes gulped.

"It's ok, sweets," I said. This time the banging on the door was long and loud and I backed up from Louise, pulling my boxers up. "God damnit," I said, approaching the door.

"You know who it is," Louise said. "Don't open the door."

I opened the door. Standing there, just as we had feared, was Ben. His face was just as red as Mercedes was, except with him it was from rage. He was shocked to see me in my state of undress, but his eyes darted to the girls behind me. He came in hot. "Don't let them do this to you, Mercedes! This isn't you."

"What do you want?" I barked at him. Louise was shouting curses at him behind me.

"Leave me alone, Ben!" Mercedes shouted. "Just go!"

"Don't do this to me, Mercedes," his eyes were glassy. "I care about you more than either of them ever will. You deserve better!"

"She doesn't belong to you, bitch!" Louise shouted, standing up. I turned and looked at her for a split second, and it was enough for Ben to dodge past me and get inside.

"Get out of our room!" I shouted. But before I could react he and Louise were in each other's faces. It was "whore, slut, bitch," to Louise's "loser, asshole, simp," and both of them were trying to shout over the other. Mercedes was up now too, and she was next to them, her face teary and anguished. Louise planted her hands in Ben's chest and pushed him back, but he was a lot bigger than she was and didn't go far. Then she swung her hand and slapped him across the face. She left a red mark with trailing scratches from her fingernails.

"I ain't afraid of you, motherfucker! I'll lay your ass out," she screamed. For a split second the gun in our luggage entered my mind and I felt a drop of fear.

"Stop, both of you!" Mercedes cried as she jumped between them. "Please."

"Dude, get out of here," I said. "She doesn't want you."

"Mercedes, please," Ben's face was anguished. "You're going to regret doing this. I know you and it's not like you."

"Ben, this is my choice, and you-"

"You're drunk," Ben responded.

"You want to fuck her, too!" Louise said. "You don't care about what she regrets or being safe, you just want to get your dick wet and you're too much of a pussy to come out and say what you want."

"Enough!" Mercedes shouted. She sighed. "I'll talk to him outside."

"Mercedes, no. What's he going to do to you?" Louise said.

"I'll be fine, just let me talk to him. Come on Ben." Ben shot Louise a poisonous glance as he and Mercedes went into the hall. The door shut behind them.

"I swear, if that creep does anything to her..." Louise growled.

"You fighting him isn't going to do us any good."

"Me? You would have my back if things got ugly!"

"Yeah, I would, but getting into a fight over this is stupid."

"God damnit, Trip," she said, the anger draining out of her.

"Just be patient. She'll be back." I hoped she would anyway.

The short minutes seemed to take forever, but Mercedes came into the doorway, her face tear streaked. Ben was behind her, self-satisfied and smug. "Hey guys. I'm going back to my room." Her voice was flat and cold.

"No," Louise said. "You don't have to do anything for that stupid simp."

"Louise, just... be patient. I'll talk to you later," Mercedes said. Ben nodded behind her. "Goodnight. I'm sorry." The door closed.

Louise's body rose and fell a few times from her deep breaths, her body shaking with rage and her fists clenched at her side. "Fuck!" she shouted at the top of her lungs. "That son of a bitch! I'll kill him!"

I came close to her. There was nothing she could do to me now that would stop me from giving her the comfort and love she needed. "Hey," I said, putting my hand on her shoulder. She whirled around, seizing my hand in hers.

"You!" She growled. "How could you let her get away from us? I..." She shoved me, just as hard as she had shoved Ben. But I recovered, and loomed closer to her. As I came closer she looked up at me, and the anger drained from her face. That beautiful face grimaced, then contorted, then a sound came from her. It was a groan, like a death rattle. Her body slumped. The look on her face reminded me of a Greek tragedy mask I saw once. Mouth gaping and jagged, eyes full of pain.

I caught her before she fell, and enveloped her in my arms. She was sobbing. Full on ugly cry, crying with her whole body. No words came out, just the sound of her raw pain. It was a thousand different things. She felt humiliated for Ben getting the best of her, disappointed for what she thought she was going to get from Mercedes, and there was a sense of injustice. Mercedes had wanted them, and Ben had ordered her around and won in the end. It wasn't fair.

Taking her to the bed, I lay down next to her. "Louise, fuck. I'm sorry. You can't win every time." I sighed. "We can just have fun together tonight, ok?"

She shook her head, but still couldn't muster enough control to say anything. I poured her a drink, and though she was still drunk, she gulped it down. I had tried, and this wasn't the time for talking. I just spooned her and stroked her hair, letting her cry herself out.

After a few minutes she was quiet. The only sound in the room was our breaths, and we heard the occasional footsteps out in the hall. "Trip," she whispered. "Thank you. I love you."

"I love you too, Louise," I said.

She fell silent again, and I just let her rest. Then there was another knock on our door. Hadn't we had enough tonight? Ben had won, and now he was so petty that he had to come back and gloat. Louise had fear in her eyes. "No, Trip, don't open it," she said as I got up. Didn't Ben have anything better to do.

But as I thought about it I had a good feeling. There truly wasn't any reason for him to be here. And even if it were Ben, I would just shut the door in his face. Louise turned over to hide her face, not wanting him to see her defeat. The door opened. There, with a sweet but cautious look on her face, was Mercedes.