My Girlfriend and Her Sister Pt. 01

[This was written as a commission for the real-life Jordan. Man, I love writing commissions. My clients are so imaginative and give me so many delicious details to work with. I think they make me write my best work. Hit me up if you want me to write a story for you. --Secret]

Everyone in this story is 18+

AVA

I know I'm being selfish, but I can't help it. I clutch at him; my arms wrapped around his neck so tightly it's a wonder he can breathe; my body pressed against him so hard I can feel his cock under his khakis. I want to wrap my legs around him, but I don't want to make a scene in the parking lot.

"Hey, I'll just be three hours away," he says. He's holding me, but not nearly as tightly as I am, which is making me even more paranoid.

I nod, my face buried in the crook of his neck.

"It's not like I want to go home."

I shake my head. Of course not. And I should stop being such a baby. He has to go home and take care of his dad. I get it.

But I feel as though I'm never going to see him again.

Yes, he's only going to be three hours away, but that might as well be Montana. He won't be here. He promised he would stay here after graduating. And then his dad got fucking cancer.

"Hey, baby, you know I love you."

I nod.

"And you love me, too."

Another nod.

"We're gonna be just fine. We'll talk every day. Maybe even some phone sex...?"

I nod again.

"Hey," he whispers. He turns his head to face me, which isn't easy because I'm holding him so tightly. "Hey. Kiss me. Kiss me. Come on, baby. Kiss me."

I loosen my grip and pull my face from his neck. He kisses the tears streaming down my face.

"We're gonna be okay."

I nod.

"Say it," he whispers.

We're not gonna be okay. I know it in my heart. This is how so many rom-coms start. A couple says goodbye, promising to stay together, then the hero goes off and immediately meets the woman he's going to marry. He tries to stay faithful to his girlfriend, but how can he? She's just a college sophomore, and she's three hours away. Meanwhile, he's twenty-two, has an engineering degree, and is smoking hot. He's gonna go home and meet some incredible exotic woman who owns a Christmas Tree Farm or some shit. They'll hate each other at first, but then they'll keep bumping into each other around town, until one day, they literally crash into each other while ice skating, and one thing will lead to another...

"Say it," he whispers again.

"We're gonna be all right."

"Kiss me."

I do, putting every ounce of feeling I've ever felt into that kiss. I break it off and look at him to see if he gets it. If he fully understands the depth of my love for him.

But he flashes me his usual cocky smile. And winks.

"That's my girl."

I kind of want to punch him.

JORDAN

I drive off, Ava shrinking in my rearview mirror. I turn left, and she's gone. Jesus. I don't wanna go. Oh yeah, let me leave my sexy college track-star girlfriend to go home and take care of my father who may be dying from cancer. Sign me up.

Fuck that.

Even if my dad didn't have cancer, home is the last place I'd want to be. Talk about taking a giant step backward. Last time I was home, Dad drove me nuts with all his rules and his curfew and his hating how I did everything. Not washing the dishes correctly. Not mowing the lawn right.

I smack the steering wheel.

What I wouldn't give to have him bitch at me right about now, though, right? With all the drugs he's on, it sounds like he's barely ever awake.

I wipe away a tear and head out onto the highway.

Three hours later, I pull into my driveway, music cranking. I exhale, feeling like I've been holding my breath the whole drive.

I fumble for my phone and text Ava: Home safe. Miss you so much you have no idea.

A knock on my window scares the shit out of me, and my phone goes flying before I can hit send.

I turn and see ... is that Hannah?

She grimaces, then mouths "Sorry." Or maybe she says it, I don't know. I turn off the car and the music cuts off.

"... didn't mean to scare you!"

Fuck me.

Since when did Hannah get hot?

HANNAH

I pull back my hair and bite my lip as Jordan hops out of his beat-up old car. I hug him tightly ... probably too tightly... Okay, break it off, Hannah, you're making it weird.

"Uh, uh, hey, Han," he says. God, he's so sexy when he turns red like that. "Whatcha doing?"

"Ava told me you were coming, and I wanted to be here for you. I know things are ... well, what with your dad being sick, and you having to come home and leave Ava and everything, you must be overwhelmed, and I thought you could use a friendly face."

He stutters again and avoids my gaze. I can't tell if he's embarrassed for me or if he thinks I'm hot. Probably embarrassed, let's face it. Why would he think I'm hot? My sister's always been the hot one.

Damnit, Hannah.

"Um, thank you. You have no idea how good it is to see you."

I nod, once again pulling my hair from my face.

"Do you want help unloading the car?"

"I mean, you don't have to. It's a lot."

"No, silly, that's why I'm here. Come on."

I head to the trunk and reach for the ... where is it? Come on, Hannah, it's a handle. How hard could it be to find...?

"Yeah, it's tricky," Jordan says. His shoulder brushes against mine as he reaches under the license plate. I hear a deep click, and the trunk pops up. "Old car," he says, feeling like he should say something.

He wasn't kidding. That thing is packed to the gills. I grab a paper bag and a small backpack.

"Race ya!" I say.

He laughs. But doesn't take the bait.

Oh god, he thinks I'm pathetic.

You're really making a great impression, Han.

JORDAN

I hold the front door for her, and she enters my house.

Jesus.

Last time I saw her was, well, maybe only a year ago, so she would have been seventeen...? But a very young and awkward seventeen. Now, though? Like I said, Jesus.

She grew. Not just in height but in ... well, in all the right places. I mean, it's a little hard to tell with her loose-fitting clothes, but still. The girl's got curves. And even in those jeans, I can see she's got a beautiful, heart-shaped ass.

Okay, asshole. Stop checking out your girlfriend's sister.

I enter the house, which smells like impending death.

There you go. There's the buzzkill I was looking for.

I nod left toward my room. She walks down the hall and places her things on my bed. She looks around the room, which I haven't changed in years. She smiles at my old photos. There's even one of her, though you can barely see her behind her sister and me.

"I'm gonna go say hi to Dad."

"I'll come."

I want to say no, you don't have to, but I nod. She takes my hand. Oh, thank god. I thought I was gonna have to go back there alone.

I lead her back and tap on the door. "Dad? I'm home..." I push the door open, unsure if he'll be alive and wondering if I want him to be. God, what an awful thing to think. He's your dad, asshole. Yes, this is ruining your plans and pulling you from your girlfriend and your friends and life in the big city, but he's your dad. Yes, he's going through chemo and who knows what else, and yes, his chances aren't great, but they aren't zero. He's your dad, dick.

Dad's lying in bed, but his eyes flutter open when I enter.

"Hey, bud, what are you doing here?"

"I'm home to help your sorry ass."

He snorts. "I'm sorry."

"Come on. Don't be." I sit on the edge of his bed. "You're my dad, asshole."

He laughs. Then he sees Hannah. He smiles. Way bigger than when he saw me. Which, you know, fair. "Hannah? What are you doing here? Wait, are you two dating?"

She turns bright red. Hell, we both do. We both do that "Huh? What? Us? No, no, we're just friends" bit.

My dad's eyebrows shoot up.

"Uh-huh," is all he says.

Hannah thankfully breaks the awkward silence. She approaches him and kisses him on the cheek. "Good to see you, Mr. Collins."

"Dang," he says. Now it's his turn to blush. "Almost makes cancer worth it."

**

AVA

I check my phone. Still nothing. If Hannah hadn't messaged me that he arrived, I would be imagining him having crashed on the highway.

This is everything I feared. He's already forgotten me for that sexy Christmas Tree Farm lady.

Fuck it.

Me: Up for a FT?

The three blinking dots of doom.

Then nothing.

I want to throw my phone across the room.

Then it suddenly vibrates and lights up, and I nearly drop it.

I swipe right.

There he is, looking ashamed.

"I'm so, so, so sorry."

Uh-oh. What's he sorry for?

"I was texting you the moment I pulled in, and then your sister scared the hell out of me, and I dropped my phone. I'm so sorry, Ava."

Exhale.

I smile. "Jerk."

He laughs. There we go. Back in the swing of things.

I ask him about his dad and how it was being home again. He thanks me for sending Hannah over.

"She was such a big help, you have no idea."

"Good."

"My dad was very excited to see her, ha."

"Oh really?"

He laughs. "Yeah, she gave him a kiss on the cheek, and he turned bright red."

"I miss you."

"Oh my god, I miss you something fierce."

He brushes the camera with his forefinger, gently, the way he does, as if stroking my face.

We sit in silence for a moment, gazing at each other, breathing, soaking in each other's virtual presence.

He smiles. It's his naughty smile. The one that makes me weak in the knees. Warmth rushes to my sex. I know what he wants.

"Up for a little action?" he says, his eyebrows dancing.

I laugh and squirm a little. "I've never done it before."

"Mmm..." he says, nestling into his bed. God, that purring sound he makes. My hand flies down to my groin and instinctively starts rubbing. Gentle but insistent.

"How do we start?" I ask with a giggle.

"From the sound of things, you're way ahead of me."

Oh, I love how he can hear my lust.

The phone goes dark for a second. He's obviously dropped it. There he is. He tosses his boxers aside. "Your turn."

I hold the phone with one hand so he can see my arousal as I reach down and ... awkwardly pull my panties off. There.

I dangle them in front of the phone. He leans in and inhales, a deep purr rumbling in his chest.

Ohhh, fuck, I'm so wet.

My finger touches my clit, and I instantly gasp. A soft whimper escapes my lips. Fuck, when I'm this turned on, I don't need much to get me off.

He sighs and whispers, "Oh, shit. Fuck, baby, I wish I could go down on you. Oh, to feel your clit under my tongue..."

I can tell he's stroking himself.

"Let me see?" he asks.

Jesus. I touch myself again--just a little flick--and my moan startles me. The thought of showing him my wet pussy makes me so fucking hot--especially at the thought that some NSA guy is sitting in a silo in Nevada, watching this.

I lower my phone and kick my comforter away. I flip the camera so we can both see my pussy, which is now glistening in the soft light of my dorm room.

He moans with pleasure.

"Show me yours, baby."

He flips his camera, and there it is. Oh, god, his cock. It's raging under his powerful strokes. He pulls down, tightening his head...

I flick my clit again, and my orgasm starts to swell.

Holy shit.

He moans. God, he loves the sound of my orgasms.

He strokes. His hand is shaking with desire. Precum boils up from inside.

I flick my clit again and try to hang on. Don't finish. Don't finish...

He coats his fingers with the clear lubricating liquid and slides them down his dick. Oh yeah. Within a few strokes, his dick is glistening in the moonlight.

One more flick... "Ahhh..." my voice rises in pitch.

"Yes!" he says.

One more flick...

"Fuhhhhhhccccckkkkk."

My phone shakes violently as I fail to restrain my orgasm. I desperately want to see his...

I try to steady the phone, but I'm shaking too much. But I catch a glimpse...

There it is... The money shot. White hot cum pulses from his dick out into the air. I imagine it landing on his face. He curses and groans and spurts more and more. I curse with him. He shudders and gives one more powerful stroke, unleashing the last of his semen.

He sighs. He gives his cock a few more light strokes, and I watch it slowly shrink. One last drop of cum forms at the tip, and I so want to lick it.

He shudders and flips the camera around.

Damn. No jizz on his face.

"Oh my god," I say. I run a hand over my face, flushed with excitement and desire. "That was so hot!"

"Yeah..." he looks around the room. "Though now I have to find out where all that jizz went."

I laugh. "Later. Just be with me."

He smiles and brushes the camera.

"Love you, Ave."

I kiss the camera.

"Love you too, baby."

I sigh.

We're gonna be all right.

We're gonna be all right.

There's no sexy Christmas Tree Farmer.

There's just him and me.

**

JORDAN

I pull up to Hannah's house, hoping she'll be outside waiting for me.

She is not.

I text her: Here.

The door opens.

Her mother steps out.

"I know you're not going to pick up my daughter without saying hi to me."

I laugh and climb out of my car.

"Hey, Mrs. G."

"Mrs. G, nothing. Come here."

I walk up her driveway, being careful not to step on her grass. I saw her chew out a delivery guy once. Man. I vowed never to have that anger turn on me. It was hard enough to get her to let Ava date me in the first place.

"All right," she says, wrapping her robe around her a little tighter.

Huh.

Pretty foxy for an older woman. I see where Ava gets her figure.

"Let me take a look at you, Mr. College grad."

She places her hands on my arms and gives me the once-over. "Looking a little fat if you ask me."

"Mom!" Hannah says, pushing past her. "You take that back!" She turns to me. "You look perfect. Ignore her. She just likes to take the piss."

"Language," Mrs. G says, laughing. "I was just joking. How's your dad?"

I tell her. She asks me about Ava. Then she thanks me for taking Hannah to school, then admonishes me for running late. I laugh. I wouldn't have been late if she hadn't insisted on chatting me up.

Okay, that came out wrong.

Hannah and I say goodbye, and we walk to my car. She bumps into me. "Thanks for the ride."

"Yeah, of course! You were such a big help to me yesterday."

We climb in, and she snatches my phone from the holder.

"Hey!"

She holds it up to my face and laughs at my indignation.

"Oh, shush. I just wanna play some good music. Not that crap you listen to."

She taps my phone, and a band I've never heard before starts playing.

"You're in trouble," she says, replacing my phone in the holder.

"How so?"

"Ava. She was not too happy that you failed to text her yesterday."

"Yeah, I know. It's your fault. You distracted me."

She turns her head and gives me a flirty eyebrow.

"You know what I mean," I say, suddenly feeling flushed.

"Oh, I do know what you mean, and I am texting Ava right now to let her know all about your taboo desires."

I laugh nervously as she whips out her phone.

"Dear Ava. You'll never guess what Jordan just confessed to me..." Her voice turns into a mumble. "Is there a hyphen in rock-hard?"

"You motherfucker."

She giggles. "Aww, look how red you are. Gosh, had I known you were so into me, I would have snatched you away from Ava years ago."

I shake my head.

What a fucking tease.

God, I love it.

HANNAH

Oh my god, he's blushing. What does that mean? Is he into me? No, right? There's no way. I was just pushing his buttons.

Boy, though. Those are some nice buttons.

"I take it you two patched things up?"

"Huh?"

"You and my sister, dummy."

"Oh yeah."

He shifts into third. God, I love watching him drive stick. It's so manly.

"Did that entail phone sex?"

He blushes again and eyes me. "Never mind."

"You did, didn't you? Oh my god, that's so hot. I've never done that."

"I hope not. You're, what, eighteen?"

"Yeah, so?" I smack him. Nice arms. Tight. Not too muscly. "You think I haven't had sex?"

"I don't have an opinion one way or the other."

"Yes, you do. You think of me as your girlfriend's little kid sister."

"I definitely do not. Not with..."

Oh, that's interesting. "Not with what?" I tease.

Oh my god, he's so red! I turn in my seat to face him. "Not with what?"

"Nothing. It's just ... you've grown."

"Uh-huh..."

"You know. Now you have..." he gestures.

"Tits?"

His eyes go wide. "Jesus. I was gonna say you look like a woman."

"How does that sentence work: Now you have looks like a woman? Now you have a figure befitting a woman? Now you have--"

"Curves, all right?" he laughs. "I was gonna say you have ... you know, curves. Like a woman."

"So, tits."

He shakes his head.

I tap on my phone. "Tits, he said. He said C-cup, though they're only Bs. Nice Bs, though. Perky. He used the word delicious, which I thought was very forward of him. Also, he shouldn't be driving with my B-cup tit in his mouth..."

"You're the worst."

I laugh.

"You're gonna hit send by accident and get me into trouble."

"Send."

A familiar whooshing sound fills the car.

He goes white. I burst out laughing as his phone lights up, showing a text message from me.

"God damnit," he mutters. "I so regret agreeing to this."

"No, you don't. Here's good."

"Huh?"

"Here. Drop me here. I don't need my friends seeing you!"

"Oh? Afraid your boyfriend will be jealous?"

"Nice try," I say, opening the door.

I close the door and lean in through the window. "I'd really appreciate it if you wouldn't hit on me like this. You're dating my sister." I give him a wink and go.

"Who's that?" Christy asks as she and three other friends join me.

Before I can answer, Jordan calls to me. He shouts, loud enough for half the school to hear.

"Hey, baby? Just wanted you to know the tests came back negative. So those bumps on your snatch must be something else. See you tonight, lover."

Oh, I am so going to murder him.

"Who is that?" Christy asks, desperate for some juice.

"A fucking dickhead."

"Mmm ... a hot fucking dickhead."

God, yeah, he is.

**

"Oh, he wants you," Christy says, touching up her lipstick.

"Shut up, he does not."

Darwin gives me a look. "Girl, don't be such an idiot."

"Yeah," Bella says. "First of all, you're a smoke-show."

"Truth," Christy says, giving her a fist-bump.

"Second, you're his girlfriend's sister. I mean, that is so fucking hot. You're this unattainable goddess. Of course he wants you."

"And," Darwin says, twisting her lipstick tube. "Last time I checked, your sister is three hours away. Whereas your bumpy snatch is right here."

That fucking asshole. I'm never going to hear the end of that. I so want to scream that there is nothing wrong with my snatch, but if I did that, my nickname would forever be Bumps, and I do not need that littering my yearbook pages.

We exit the girls' room, and Stephen slides up to me. "Sup, Han."

"Stow it, honey," Bella says, giving him a slight shove. "Hannah's got her a man, now."

"Huh?"

The poor guy's face goes white as my friends laugh.

"Ignore them. What's up?"

I nudge him with my shoulder to try to ease his worries, but the damage is done.

"Who are they talking about?"

"Some guy who I am definitely not interested in."

"Okay, Bumps," Darwin says. They all laugh and make lewd comments.

Fuck my life.

"Bumps?" Stephen asks.

I shake my head and change the subject.

But my friends are right. Why would I want this high school boy--or any other boy--when I can have a man like Jordan?

--Not that I can have him, of course. He's my sister's boyfriend. That would absolutely ruin my relationship with her.

... If she ever found out.

**

"Night, Mom."

"You're going to bed early," she says. "You feeling okay?"

I'm feeling like a need a good old fashion rub-a-dub is how I'm feeling, Mom.

I climb under the covers and get into position. I imagine him having phone sex with my sister. I wonder how that works. Are they showing each other their junk while they masturbate?

Oooh, the thought of Jordan's junk gets me so hot.

I flash back to this past summer when I caught them fucking, though they thankfully never knew what I saw.

But I saw it all. Well, I saw enough.

It was two days after my eighteenth birthday. I saw my sister, lying on her bed, legs spread while she massaged her pussy. I saw Jordan kneeling before her, sliding a condom on his cock...

Oh, fuck... my fingers slide up and down my opening, which floods with juice.

Oh yeah, the image of him unfurling that condom down the length of his dick is forever burned into my brain.

But I think it's how eager my sister was for him that really gets me going...

Ohhhh...

The way her legs wrapped around his ass, pulling, yanking him into her. God, she was so desperate for him.

I never made sounds like that the two times I had sex. Oh, how she clawed at his back. Pulling, pulling, pulling him inside her.

Then he changed position...

Oh, fuck, I can see it clear as day. He pushed her legs up over her head, and she squealed even before he re-entered her, knowing the pleasure that awaited her...

That sound.

My sister's squeals.

That's what sends me over the edge.

If I ever need to get off quickly, I just need to remember that. The sound of my sister squealing in ecstasy as Jordan thrusts into her. Her orgasm was so good it made her toes curl.

I've never had one that good. Not even with a vibrator.

Though my orgasm tonight is definitely tasty.

Mmm...

I'm gonna wear something a little spicy tomorrow. Let's just see what happens.

**

JORDAN

"Night, baby."

"Mmm..." She hugs herself. "Goodnight." Then Ava presses her luscious lips to the camera. Fuck, I miss those lips. I mean, phone sex is good and all. --A godsend, honestly. What would I do if we didn't have this? But it sure as shit ain't the real thing.

I drift off to sleep imagining Hannah's lips wrapping around my--

--Wait, Ava! Ava's lips, not Hannah's.

Boy, that snapped me awake.

Come on, dick. Yes, Hannah's hot and all, but don't fucking blow what you have with Ava. She's perfect. A tight little runner's body. Oh, god, what an ass she has. Not to mention her gorgeous face, with model-like cheekbones and green eyes that look amazing against her tan skin. Plus, she's brilliant and caring. And she loves me. God, she loves me. So don't blow it. Yes, Hannah's hot, too. And she's here. That's not nothing.

And she's my girlfriend's sister...

My cock throbs to life at that thought.

Ohhh, fuck.

How delicious would it be to fuck my girlfriend's hot, eighteen-year-old sister? I wonder if she's a virgin. She said she's had plenty of sex, but she doesn't act like it.

God, talk about a great ass. I mean, from what I could tell in those baggy pants of hers.

How would we even do it? I mean, it's not like we don't have plenty of opportunities. I drive her to and from school every day. Yes, her mom is super protective of her, but where there's a hot ass, there's a way, am I right?

Plus, I'm pretty sure she wants me. I mean, that teasing this morning ... that was flirting, right?

I stroke my dick, which already has precum dripping down it. Mmmm.... Yeah, let's get that sucker all lubed up...

Hannah's lips. God, can you imagine? Her lush eighteen-year-old lips wrapped around my cock? My hand running through her hair... "Oh, god, Jordan, you're so big. So much bigger than my stupid little high school boyfriends." I use both hands to pull her down. She strikes me as someone who'd love to be dominated. That's right. Suck it, Hannah. Suck my big...

Fuck.

I grab a tissue and wipe my chin. And another for my chest. Christ. How do I have so much jizz? I already jerked off with Ava.

God, that came out of nowhere.

Fuck, I can feel it wanting to rise again just at the mere thought of Hannah's lips wrapping around my dick.

I'm never getting to sleep, am I?

**

I pull up to Hannah's house ... oh, fuck me. Look who's sporting cutoff jeans and a tight white T-shirt. Good god. Please don't do this to me.

"Sup, asshole?"

She's taken to calling me that ever since the bumpy snatch comment.

Heh. Bumpy snatch.

"Sup, Bumps."

She is not amused. She smacks me. Hard. Three fucking times!

"Ow!"

"That's what everyone is calling me, thanks to you!"

I laugh. She hits me some more.

I kind of like it.

"You've ruined my life," she says, finally getting tired of hitting me.

"Womp, womp."

She turns on me. "I have half a mind to tell Ava you made a pass at me."

"Okay, cool."

She pouts. Then she pulls out her phone and starts texting. Sigh. Again with this routine? Although ... she is texting Ava this time, not me.

"Hey, don't fuck around, Han."

She sticks her tongue out.

The car hits a bump.

Whoosh goes her phone.

She gasps.

"Oh fuck! Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck."

She's frantically fumbling with her phone, texting like a crazy person.

HANNAH

ME: I'm just kidding! I was just teasing Jordan! Please ignore that last message. He's been a perfect angel...

Angel? Is that the right word?

Ah, shit, she's writing back.

AVA: What?!?!?!?

Fuck. No time for finessing my words. I hit send.

I wait.

"What's going on?" Jordan says. "Please tell me you didn't--"

"Hush!" I snap. The three dots appear. Then disappear.

"Fuck!"

My phone buzzes. Facetime.

"Heyyy!" I say. Christ, I can hear the guilt in my voice. "Sorreee! Look. Everything's cool."

I show Jordan driving the car. I smile and wave.

"Your sister's an idiot," Jordan says.

"Guilty!"

Ava squints. "What's going on? I have class in two minutes."

"Nothing. I was being a jerk and, well, we were both being jerks. And I was threatening him with, well, with that message, but then we hit a bump, and I hit send by accident."

"Did I mention your sister's an idiot?"

I smack him. "Yeah, you covered that, thank you." I turn back to Ava. "He did no such thing. He's been perfect. Please don't worry. Everything's cool."

"Why are you guys in the car? It's 7:30."

"Huh? Oh, he's driving me to school. Didn't we tell you that? Mom can't do it, so Jordan offered to help. I thought we mentioned that?" I turn to Jordan. "Why didn't you tell your girlfriend you were driving me to school?"

"I'm an idiot?" he says.

I nod. "Yeah. We're just two big, dumb idiots. So, uh, go to class. Learn stuff. Maybe don't blow the professor this time... Just a thought."

She nods. Fuck. She's not happy. Oh no. She thinks we're having a fling.

"Love you," I say, but I hate how I say it. I sound guilty.

I am guilty; who are we kidding?

AVA

Oh no. No. No, it can't be. Right? There's no way. I mean, Hannah and I have been fairly competitive over the years, but ... no, right?

I sit in my usual chair and stare out the window.

No. She would never. He would never. No.

No.

Right?

I replay the conversation in my head. Also, what could have happened before that to make her want to tease him in the first place? Why is she teasing my boyfriend?

Back to the call.

She smacked him.

There was something in that. You don't smack someone you're not flirting with, right?

"Hey," I lean into Melissa. "If you saw a girl smacking a guy on the arm..."

"She's into him."

"Right? That's not ... I'm not seeing things, right? A girl who does that is flirting, right? Or at least--"

"Ahem," Professor Chen says. "Wanna focus up here, ladies?"

We nod.

But there's no focusing for me. Not this class. Probably not for the rest of the day.

They seemed awfully chummy.

But no, right? There's no way. Hannah would never do that to me.

Right?

I wanna barf.

HANNAH

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I was just trying to be funny, and it totally backfired. Please believe me. I'd never do anything to hurt you. Not on purpose."

He's annoyed, though; I can see it. Fuck. Fuck me. Fuck my life.

"How can I make it up to you?" As soon as I ask this, I feel dirty. Like I'm hinting that I'll give him a blow job. That would be nice, but that's the opposite of what he needs right now.

"It's not me you need to make it up to."

"No. You're right. I just--please don't be mad. I wouldn't be able to stand it if you were mad at me."

He gives me a soft look. "You're fine. An idiot. But a fine idiot."

He pulls up to my school. I unbuckle, press my forehead against his shoulder, and grip his bicep. Fuck, he has nice arms. Finally, I look up at him.

"I'm really sorry," I whisper.

Goddamn, I want to kiss him.

His eyes fall to my lips.

Oh.

Uh-oh.

He wants to kiss me.

I think.

I can never tell.

I raise a hand and cup his cheek.

"Do you forgive me?"

My thumb has a mind of its own. It starts rubbing him. Slowly. Sensuously.

We're both staring at each other's lips.

Oh shit... I think... Yes. I think he might just--

HONK!

We both jump out of our skin. I look back at the asshole who can't wait a fucking minute for two people to share their first kiss.

I look back at him, but the moment is gone.

God. Damnit.

"You, you'd better go."

I nod.

I feel like I'm floating through the hallway. My friends are talking to me, but I have no idea what they're saying. I clutch my books to my chest and somehow magically move down the hall toward class. And I sit. And all I can think is that I almost kissed the man of my dreams.

I was this close.

Then I remember Ava. How hurt and betrayed she'd feel. How awful she's feeling right now.

Fuck.

But I want him. I want him so fucking badly. It's not fair.

I think I'm gonna barf.

**

Come on, answer. Please. Please...

"What?"

Oh, she looks so upset. Look how puffy her eyes are. Fuck. I did that to her. I didn't even sleep with Jordan, and that's how upset she is.

Fuck.

Guess it'll never happen. I could never hurt her for real.

"I just wanted to apologize for earlier. I'm so sorry, Ave. Please forgive me."

"You're fine."

Fuck. I hate that response. It was sexy when Jordan said it, but I know what it means when my sister says it.

"How can I make it up to you?"

"Tell me about your feelings for Jordan."

"I don't have any. He's your boyfriend. And you guys are perfect for each other. And it would kill me if I caused any problems between you because of a stupid joke."

"You definitely have a crush on him."

"What do you mean?"

"Oh, come on. I'm your sister. I know you. You've had a crush on him ever since you met him."

"Yeah, but that was then. When you first brought him home, he was so sweet, and cool, and older. And he treated me like an adult. So obviously I had a crush on him. Then. But not now."

God, I'm going to hell.

"You two seemed pretty chummy in the car."

"Yeah, I mean, I'm a goofball, and he's kind enough to put up with my shenanigans. That's it, Ave, I swear."

I feel my nose growing as I speak.

Still, it seems to be working.

"Isn't it nice that I like your boyfriend? Think about how awkward it would be if I hated him."

"You hated Chad," she says with a laugh.

"Right?"

And just like that, we're back on track.

Whew.

It feels so good, I almost forget my powerful lust for Jordan.

Almost.

**

AVA

"Can you come up this weekend?"

God, I hate how whiny I sound, but I do need him to know how important it is that I see him.

"Can't, babe. Dad's got doctors' appointments on Friday afternoon and Monday morning. Plus, I don't know that I can leave him for that long. We don't have the money for a nurse, and he has a whole raft of meds and--"

"Okay, yeah, I get it. No worries."

We sit in silence for a moment.

"Come down here," he says finally.

"I don't have a car."

"Take the bus. Or maybe there's a carpool or something."

I nod.

And ... this is how long-distance relationships die. Everyone thinks their relationship is different, but in the end, they're all the same. Distance kills. Maybe we're not meant to be.

Silence.

More silence.

"Imma go," I say, trying to hold back the tears.

"Please don't. Please. Maybe a little phone sex will cure you of your ills."

It's too late. The tears start to flow.

"Love you," I say, but it comes out as a question. And I hang up before I start my ugly cry.

**

"Come on," my suitemate Kelly says, "A party is just what you need. Go out and get some strange."

"Yeah, fuck that guy," Melissa chimes in. "The nerve of him flirting with your sister."

I find myself defending him, saying that's not what happened, but Melissa stops me. "Uh, I heard them, remember? They're totally flirting. I'd be surprised if they weren't banging right now."

Well, that was the worst thing to fucking say, and I start crying again.

"You know what you need to do," says my other suitemate, Carla. She's the sensible one of the group. "Tell your sister to take care of his dad so he can be free to come up and see you. She owes you that much."

I gasp. Of course!

**

"You okay?" Hannah asks, picking up immediately. I scan the room behind her for any sign of Jordan, but he's not there. Of course he's not. They would never do that to me.

"You owe me, right?"

"Yes." She seems eager to pay me back. I tell her what I need, and she agrees before I've even finished asking.

Whew.

Okay.

Maybe things aren't so bleak after all.

**

JORDAN

"You sure you don't mind?" I ask as we drive to her school.

"Not even a bit. You head out after your dad's appointment, and I'll crash in your room and take care of him until you get back. That'll give you two nights to get things back on track. I'm happy to do it."

I sigh.

"You're not a total idiot," I say finally.

Whew. I really thought Ave and I were on the brink there for a second. This'll be good. I'll have to stay in her shitty dorm room and deal with her roommates who all hate me, but whatever.

We ride in a comfortable silence for a few minutes. God, it's funny how silence can be chill or laden with guilt or shame or frustration. It's just silence. But this one feels good. Natural. I always said you know you can be with someone if you can just chill for ten minutes in perfect silence.

Not that I wanna be with Hannah or anything.

Well, I do. But not enough to ruin what I've got with Ava.

"Oh, hey, I got something for you," I say.

"You bought me a present?"

Oh, god, the purr in her voice. Jesus.

"Relax, it's not a ring or anything. I was just clearing out my dad's house, and I found a stash of these puppies. They're in the glove compartment."

She can't open that thing fast enough. She pulls out a brown bag and gasps with delight at its contents.

"Oh my god!" she says. She pulls one out: A cherry lollipop--the kind with bubblegum in the center. She unwraps it with a twist and immediately pops it into her mouth. Her eyes roll back with delight. "Fuck, I haven't had one of these in months."

I laugh. "Yeah, I remember you were kind of addicted to them when we first met."

"Kind of? I would murder this whole bag by the end of the day. Do not let me take this to school."

Ava told me Hannah had quite the oral fixation. She apparently sucked her thumb in public until she was nine. But in private the habit lasted much longer. Ava said she once snuck into Hannah's room when Hannah was fourteen and saw her fast asleep, thumb planted firmly in her mouth, sucking on it.

At fourteen.

And fuck me, did I find that hot.

Still do.

Apparently, Hannah only quit two years ago. She did so by soaking her thumb in some sour-tasting concoction before bed every night. And she also took up lollipops. It was better than smoking, she said. Plus, she realized how much attention she could get from guys when she did it right...

Like she's doing right now.

I watch her savor that thing. Fucking hell. Her tongue rolls it from side to side in her mouth. I can hear it clacking against her teeth.

But then.

Then she pulls it out until it's trapped in her lips.

And sucks it back in.

Fuck me.

She does it again, lost in her own reverie. The way her lips wrap around it... Her tongue slides out and licks it while her upper lip holds it in place. Eyes closed. Head tilted back, exposing her long, sexy neck. Totally lost in pleasure...

Jesus Christ. I think this was a mistake.

Focus on the road, asshole.

I remembered she liked them. But I truly forgot how much I liked watching her suck them.

Truly.

I swear.

She catches me watching her. She blushes.

"Why did you give me these?"

I laugh.

"I just remembered you liked them, is all."

"Uh-huh..."

"No, I swear."

"I'm telling Ava," she says, once again whipping out her phone.

"Too soon, Han."

She smiles. Then she pulls the candy out of her mouth with a loud pop.

Fuck. Me.

**

I pull up to the roof of the parking deck, and Ava is waiting for me. She's so excited, she's bouncing in place.

I hop out of the car, and she leaps into my arms, wrapping herself tightly around me like an anaconda.

Oh.

Fuck yes.

We make out on the parking deck for a few minutes before she whispers, "Take me to bed."

Thank god I stopped by the pharmacy on the way here.

HANNAH

"Goodnight, Mr. Collins."

"Goodnight, Hannah. You sure you don't mind taking care of me?"

"Of course not! Get some rest, now. Doctor's orders."

I leave him and hurry to Jordan's room. I could barely believe my mom let me stay here. Then again, what was she gonna say, no? Jordan's been driving me to school, saving her hours of driving each week. So yeah, the least I can do is take care of Mr. Collins for a weekend.

I close the door to Jordan's room and a familiar warmth rushes to my groin. Oh, fuck. I've got the place to myself.

I immediately strip. Then I hug myself. I'm naked in the bedroom of the man of my dreams. I open a drawer. Nope. I open another... Yes! I pull out a pair of clean boxers. I rub them on my face. Oh, fuck, they feel so soft and worn. I inhale. Hm. They just smell like clean clothes. I throw the boxers back in the drawer and go hunting for ... got it.

I open the hamper and pull out a pair of dirty boxers.

I know it's gross, but I bring them up to my face and smell...

Oh. There it is. Scent of Jordan.

My pussy gets damp.

I slide the boxers over my feet and up my legs. Then I buck my ass back and forth and savor the feel of his worn cotton as it slides up and into place ...

I stand there, writhing in Jordan's boxers for several seconds.

My pussy is wet.

I rifle through his closet. He doesn't have very many clothes. But there it is. A white Oxford.

It even smells like him.

I slip my arms inside and pull the shirt over me. I hug myself again, trying to soak his scent into my body.

My pussy drips with desire. A trickle of juice creeps down my leg, making me hotter with every nanometer it advances.

I spend the next half hour rummaging through all of Jordan's things, looking at photos, searching for secrets (unfortunately finding none), before I decide it's time to take a shower...

AVA

I rush him through the common room of my suite, where he waves an awkward hello to my suitemates. Then I shove him into my room and leap into his arms. My legs instinctively wrap around him. And as we kiss, I begin bucking into him, grinding my pussy on the top of his pants. If I position my ... there it is. My clit. I can just get it to ... yeah, fuck, yeah. Right where his pants are buttoned, the flap sticks out just far enough for me...

He knows just what I want. His hands massage my ass as he keeps me just at the right height.

Oh

Oh yeah.

Sweat breaks out of my back as my first orgasm of the night overwhelms me.

He curses, moans my name, and tells me how much he missed me.

There it is. That hunger of his. I don't know what I was worried about. He loves me. He's not in love with my sister, and she's not in love with him.

HANNAH

I step into his shower. Lucky guy having his own bathroom. I always had to share with Ava. Meanwhile, this guy's always had his own master bedroom suite.

I open his shampoo and smell...

Ohhh-ho-ho-ho-hoooo. That's it. That's the scent I crave.

I soak my hair in the warm water and squirt his shampoo on me. I stand there, writhing, rubbing my thighs together, working his shampoo into my hair, savoring the feel of the soap suds as they slide down my neck, my shoulders, my tits...

I bring my soapy hands to my tits and squeeze. Then rub. I grab more shampoo and rub my stomach, my thighs, my ass ... I accidentally get some on my pussy, and it stings, so I rinse my hand off. My fingers find my clit.

And I'm off to the races, rubbing my tits and my clit and relishing the feel and the smell of Jordan's shampoo as it coats my body.

I wonder what Jordan and Ava are doing right about now.

AVA

He throws me on my bed, and I giggle with delight. He pulls off my shoes and socks. Then my panties and my track shorts. He plunges down to my pussy.

"That's it, baby," I coo. I run my fingers through his hair and moan as his tongue works my clit. Ohhhh, he knows what he's doing. He loves to make me cum two or three times before he fucks me. It gets him so worked up.

It's not too shabby for me, either.

Oh. "That's it. That's it. Yeah, just like that."

God, he's so good at this. He should be. I've trained him well, lol.

Nice and steady. Firm but gentle. Around and around. Pausing occasionally to let me build up steam. He resumes with the rhythm he knows I love before shifting into second gear...

"Now, baby..."

Oh. Oh yeah. Ohhhhhh yeah...

HANNAH

The thought of Jordan fucking my sister ... oh yeah. His cock sinking into her pussy until she squeals the way I hope to squeal under him one day...

Fucccccckkkkkk.

I calm down. The water raining around me. His shampoo tingling down my body...

Even after I finish, I'm still so hot. I massage my tits with his shampoo, relishing the feel of my hard nipples as my fingers rifle over them. Bump bump bump they go and then bump bump bump on the way down.

I pinch. I moan.

I open my eyes, desperate to find something I can use...

I see his squeegee. I laugh, picturing him cleaning his shower walls with this thing. But I stop laughing when I see the long, round plastic handle.

Well, look at that.

It's the perfect size.

Someone at R&D knew what they were doing.

I run the shaft up and down my pussy, getting it nice and lubed up. Then I turn the squeegee upside down ... and plunge the handle inside me.

Oh yeah. You'll do nicely.

AVA

After he finishes off my third orgasm with his fingers, he climbs up my body and makes out with me. Oh, I love the taste of my own juices on his tongue. That's it, baby. Sink into me. Let me lick your tongue and savor your devotion.

Oh...

"Fuck me," I whisper.

He reaches over to my bedside table. Then curses. In our haste, he never had the chance to open the box.

He fumbles and laughs, cursing mildly as he tries to pry off the sticker. I take the box. I have nails.

God, I wish I could take the pill. I hate using condoms. And I know he does, too.

Once. A few months ago. I let him slide inside me raw. Just one pump, I said. The look on his face and the sound that escaped his lips told me everything. He was in heaven. He wanted to savor the moment, but the second his head slid inside me, he couldn't restrain himself. He grunted and pumped all the way to the hilt. He stayed still for a second, wanting to relish this feeling forever. Then he pulled back and pumped again. And again. Grunting like an animal. He would have kept going, and I would have loved it, but I told him to stop. I slid the condom on him, and he came faster than usual, but I could tell how let down he was.

Every time he has to pause to open one of these things up, I see disappointment flash across his face.

I get it, baby. I swear. But I can't get pregnant. I'm here on a track scholarship.

Finally, we get the condom open, but he's lost his erection.

"Sorry," he says.

"I'm not."

I smile and climb on top.

HANNAH

Shampoo runs down my face, threatening to enter my open mouth as I lean against the wall and pleasure myself with that plastic squeegee handle. I slide it in and out while rubbing my clit. Oh, yeah, Jordan. I see you fucking my sister like I saw you that one time. Your cock is so hard and powerful. And she's screaming and squealing. And you see me. Oh, yes. You see me watching you. I love that. You see me peeping in through your window, getting it on, watching you two have sex. And you make eye contact and fuck her even harder as if you're really fucking me...

Uggghhhhhh!!!

My legs nearly give out.

God, that would be painful. Imagine landing on the shower floor with this squeegee still inside me.

Ohhhh... fuck.

I pump it in and out a few times until I finish.

I stand there, once again relishing the sights and sounds and smells around me.

Water is dripping from the ceiling. I should probably get out before I use up all the hot water.

AVA

I kiss my way down his stomach, raking my nails on him, tickling him as I go. There you are. His cock responds, and soon my lips are wrapped around it. Oh, he really likes that. More than usual, it seems. I've never been great at giving blowjobs. My jaw gets tired. But I guess he really missed me. He's staring at my lips. Yeah, baby. I love giving you blowjobs. It gives me a chance to worship you the way you've already worshipped me. Three times.

But fuck, my jaw's starting to hurt.

Come on, Ave. Hold out. Hold out. He's so close...

HANNAH

My senses are still so alive. I've cum twice and feel like I could cum twenty times more.

I throw my towel on the rack and glide into his bedroom. I whimper slightly as I run my hands on his comforter.

He has two pillows. Which one does he use...

I grab the first one and bring it to my face. His scent is there ... but ... oh, yeah, this one. I press the second pillow into my face. There he is. I smell his shampoo.... I take another deep breath... That's him. Scent of Jordan. This is the one he sleeps on. I run my face into it, trying to soak up his scent again.

I climb into bed. Oh, the feeling of his sheets on my naked body. I roll this way, that way, entangling myself. Covering myself in his essence.

I shove the pillow down to my pussy.

Oh, yeah.

Two can play the scent game.

I twist and turn the pillow, trying to smother my juices all over it.

I think of Jordan coming home Sunday night, falling into bed, and, just as he's about to drift off... he catches a faint smell. I will have washed his sheets, of course. But the pillow. That will still have me, won't it?

I sit up and position the pillow between my legs.

I grind.

And grind.

Yeah. Fuck yeah.

Jordan's scent is getting inside me.

And I'm...

I'm going to cum all over his pillow.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuuuuucccccccckkkkk...

I giggle and fall over, pulling the pillow with me. I twist it and turn it again. Yeah, let me get my juices all over this thing...

I shiver with delight. I feel like a witch casting a spell to seduce my would-be lover. One pussy's worth of vaginal secretions coated all over his pillow. The incantation of his name once, twice, thrice. Jordan. Jordan. Jordan. Eye of newt...

I giggle once again.

I feel high.

Oh, how I wish I had one of his lollipops.

How hot was that? Oh, god, I loved teasing him. He wants me. He so wants me. I just need to get him there.

Fuck. I really need something to suck right about now.

I shouldn't.

It took me two years to break this habit.

But I need this.

I need his cock in my mouth is what I need, but this will have to do.

I lie on my back and start grinding into his pillow again. I raise my thumb to my lips.

Hello, old friend.

I lick it. I roll my tongue all over it.

Oh, how I've missed you.

My lips encompass my thumb like they've been longing to do for two fucking years. Lollipops are fun and all, but sometimes a girl needs her thumb.

I suck, and my thumb slides into my mouth, fitting inside perfectly.

Ohhhh...

I grind harder into his pillow and work my thumb like I wanna work Jordan's dick.

I could suck that thing all night.

All night...

Oh.

Oh yeah...

I pull my thumb into my mouth as deep as it will go, nearly reaching the back of my throat...

I burst; my juices flood out of me as I grunt like a guy getting punched in the stomach.

Colors fill my head.

And I suck.

And suck

And suck

AVA

I can't. I can't do it anymore. My jaw is killing me. Please. Please cum, baby. Please. I hum, hoping the extra vibrations will...

Oh, thank god.

He grunts and fills my mouth with his seed.

Oh, the feel of his cock pulsing in me.

I try to swallow, but I can't hold my mouth open any longer.

I pull off, and his jizz sputters out of me and coats his stomach and my face.

Ow. Ow, my fucking jaw.

Suck it up, Ava.

I rub my face into his cock as he spurts a few more times, getting jizz in my hair.

That's okay. He can wash me when we're done.

I lay on his stomach to catch my breath and ... ow ... unlock my jaw.

Don't let him know you're in pain.

"You okay?" he asks.

Of course he knows. I can't hide it.

"Yeah, baby."

"Come here."

He pulls me up to him and hugs me and nuzzles me and tells me I shouldn't hurt myself, but I tell him I just want him to feel what it's like to cum inside me. And he kisses me and kisses me and kisses me.

He loves me.

He loves me.

My eyes close.

It's okay.

He loves me.

HANNAH

Sleep is finally coming for me. Only took five orgasms to get there, lol.

I roll onto my side, his pillow still wedged between my legs.

I look at my thumb.

Okay, it was hot and all to revert to my old habit to get off. But that's enough.

That's enough.

That's enough.

I slide my thumb back into my mouth. My groin works his pillow once again. Not so I can get off, just so I can calm down.

Oh, yeah.

Yeah.

I'm home.

**

JORDAN

I wish she wouldn't look at me like that, like it's the end of the world. Come on, Ave, we had a great weekend. We can do this.

"I'll see you in three weeks," I say. I'm coming back up here to bring her home for the holidays. "Then we'll be together for five weeks."

She nods. Eyes big as saucers. Wet. Lip on the verge of quivering.

I kiss her, letting my lips linger on that sumptuous lower lip that drives me crazy.

She cups my face in her hands, trying not to cry.

I smile. "Come on, baby. We got this. We're so close."

"Can't you come up again before break? Like next weekend?"

"I don't think we can impose on Hannah like that."

She nods. We kiss. And I go.

Fuck, I hate goodbyes. Especially when they're so emotional. I mean, I should give her a break. This is new. But Jesus. The half hour of crying before we even got to the car was a lot. Is it going to be like this every time?

It didn't help that she felt like she hadn't pleasured me. No matter how much I told her how much I loved our sex, it didn't matter. She didn't believe me.

But I did love it. Yes, I would prefer to fuck her raw. But she tried. She tried her best to give me a complete blowjob and swallow. It's not her fault that she can't do it. And besides, I love making her cum. God, I fucking love it. And good lord, did she cum. I must have made her cum fifteen times.

And still it wasn't enough. She still feels like she's losing me.

I sigh.

And drive.

**

I pull into my driveway and turn off the car. This time, I remember to text Ava.

ME: Made it. Love you. Miss you tons.

I get a heart emoji.

Huh.

Not gonna lie, I was hoping for something more.

Whatever. We're good. Just three more weeks.

My eyes drift up to my house.

Hannah's in there.

She slept in my bed.

Oh, that's hot.

I hope she didn't wash the sheets.

I throw my backpack over my shoulder and head up to the house.

She comes out to greet me.

My eyes drift down her body. How can she wear cut-offs in this weather?

Not that I'm complaining.

Ava has the tight, muscular legs of a track star, and god, do I love them, especially when they're wrapped around me. But Hannah's legs. Tan. Smooth. Shapely. And long. God, they seem to run for miles. While Ava's thighs are taut, Hannah's are soft and inviting. Calling to my mouth... Oh, to kiss her inner thighs and lick my way to her pussy...

Jesus, dude. Don't get a hard-on, for fuck's sake.

She crosses her legs and leans against a post. She pops a lollipop in her mouth.

"Howdy, stranger."

I'll bet her mouth doesn't get tired.

God, I'm such an asshole.

"Thank you so much. Truly."

She winks. "Not a problem." She pulls the lolly out with a pop. "Anytime. Seriously."

"Dad okay?"

"Not to hurt your feelings or anything, but he so prefers me over you."

I laugh. "I'll bet. Especially if you're..."

What am I doing?

An eyebrow rises. Back inside goes the lollipop.

"Especially if I'm what?"

Out comes the lolly, and she lets her lips linger just a second too long for it to be innocent.

I feel my face turning bright red.

I shake my head.

"Oh, come on, now. Don't be a tease. Especially if I'm..."

"Dressed like that." I try to laugh, but it comes out awkwardly. "Dad's a leg man."

"Oh. Dad's a leg man."

"Yeah. Him."

She nods. I swear she's jutting out her tits.

"You, uh, gonna give me a ride or what?"

Oh fuck me.

Jesus, Hannah. You're fucking killing me.

"Yeah, of course. Let's go."

Where are we going? Oh. Right. Car. Me drive Hannah. She drive me wild. Me drive her home.

Fucking hell.

"So..." she asks the moment we buckle up, "how was the sex? --I'm sorry, I meant, how was the weekend? The weekend of sex."

I laugh.

"We had a great weekend."

"Boo! Come on, give me something. There I was, trapped in a tiny house with a cancer patient, while you were off romping around with a sexy college chick."

"You sound jealous," I say.

"Mmm ... I am." She leans in. "But of who?"

"Of me, obviously. I know all about your sinful feelings for your sister."

"Which is why I want some details. Come on. Was there anal?"

I just about pull the car off the road. "Anal?"

"There was, wasn't there?" She shivers in her seat. "Love that journey for you."

"Have you ever done anal?"

"Oh no, this isn't about me."

"It is now. Come on, out with it."

She sucks on her lollipop. I glance over, and she delights in letting me see her lips as the lollipop slides in and out of her mouth.

"I'm so sorry I ever gave those to you," I mutter.

"Oh yeah, that's what you're feeling right now."

"Your sister would slap you if she knew how much you were flirting with me. In fact, I have half a mind to text her..." I fish my phone out of my pocket.

"Here, let me do it for you."

She snatches my phone out of my hands. I hear the click of a digital camera shutter. She hands it back to me.

"She says she doesn't mind. She's over you."

"Bummer."

I pull up to her house. I turn and give her the "Okay, you can go now" look, but she just looks back at me, pouting her lips slightly.

"You know, a gentleman would open the door for a lady."

I don't know why I'm playing along with this. This could get seriously out of hand. And fast. But I climb out of the car and walk around to her door.

I open it. "My lady."

She offers me a hand. I take it.

One leg slides out. Then the other. She offers me her other hand.

I take it.

She rises.

Jesus, if this door wasn't in my way...

She pops her lolly out of her mouth... and places it in mine.

She pats my cheek. "There's a good lad."

I watch her walk away. She knows I'm checking her out.

"You never told me. Did you ever do anal?"

She stops. She looks over her shoulder.

Fuck me.

"Not yet."

I watch her virgin ass as it swishes this way and that up her front porch.

She blows me a kiss.

I have half a mind to do that goofy move where I catch it.

Instead, I get back in the car and haul ass home.

"Dad?"

He's asleep.

Good.

I run to my bedroom and rip off my pants. My cock is ready and reporting for duty. Ohhh, I imagine Hannah's lips wrapping around my cock the way they wrapped around that lollipop. God, they're so plush and red and--

My phone buzzes.

"Hey!" I say, trying not to sound as flustered as I feel.

"Hey yourself."

Ava bites her lip.

"Care for a little phone sex?"

"God, yes."

"I, uh, bought something for you. I was hoping it would get here in time for your visit, but it didn't come until today."

"Is it a puppy?"

She smiles. Then she flips the camera around.

She stands in front of her full-length mirror, wearing some lacy, black lingerie. It covers just enough to accentuate her athletic body. And those black thigh-high nylons... fucking hell.

"Ohhh, fuck, Ava."

"Mmm..."

She bites her lip again and starts writhing in front of the mirror.

"What do you want to do to me, stud?"

"Everything."

"Yeah? Can you be more specific?"

"How about anal?"

She laughs. "Uh ... yeah, well, that's gonna be a little hard to do--"

"You have a dildo..."

She gasps. Her shock quickly turns to heat, though. She smiles and purrs, "Let's save that for another time. When you can do it to me."

"Oh really?" That's new. I brought up anal once last year, and she was all, "No way, Jose."

"In the meantime..." She opens her bedside table drawer and pulls out her trusty dildo. "I can think of another place this bad boy can go." She licks the length of it. "Two other places."

She wraps her lips around the head and pulls it out with a pop, just like her sister did with that lolly.

"Let me see your cock, stud."

I flip the camera.

"Oh. Wow. Is that for me?"

"What do you think?" I say, which is such a pussy-ass response. But what am I gonna say, "Sort of?"

**

Hannah stands in front of her house, one hand on her hip, the other thumbing for a ride. Jesus, I swear her shorts are getting shorter and shorter by the day.

I pull up, and she leans in, resting her elbows on the door.

"I charge $400 an hour. Anal's extra."

"Nah, I'm good, thanks."

I start to pull away, which startles her. She stumbles a little as she pulls out, uttering a hearty, "Asshole!"

I laugh and apply the brakes. She gives me the finger as she slides into the car.

"Just for that, no lollipop for you."

She flings her half-sucked pop out the window.

"Litterbug."

"I'm mad at you."

"Listen, Han, can we cool it with the flirting?"

She looks at me like she has no idea what I'm talking about.

"I mean, it's fun and all, but I gotta stay focused on Ava. This long-distance thing is hard enough without you ... doing all your stuff."

Phone sex was ... confusing last night. I mean, Ava looked hot as shit in that lingerie. And I loved watching her cum--as I always do. But I was struggling to get there myself. I kept thinking about Hannah. Even when Ava was fucking her dildo, I was still thinking about Hannah. Finally, I felt like I needed to cum or Ava would start to worry that I wasn't into her anymore, so I imagined Hannah giving me a blowjob, and BOOM. So much jizz I needed to chug a Gatorade afterward.

"What stuff would that be?"

I look at her.

"What?"

"Come on, now. With the lollipops and all this anal talk."

"I am not flirting with you. Dick."

"Okay. I mean, I'm guilty, too. It's not just you."

"Well, if you're flirting with me, that's on you."

"Okay. I'm sorry I brought it up."

"You know what, stop the car."

"Come on, Han."

"Stop it! I mean it!"

I pull over to the side. "Hannah..."

She slams the door shut. "You're welcome for taking care of your dad, by the way!"

I run after her. "Come on, don't be like that."

"Leave me alone!"

She storms down the street. I catch up. "Please. I'm sorry."

"Fuck off!"

I'm about to try again, but she catches up to a middle-aged woman. "That guy is bothering me."

I skid to a halt.

Jesus Christ.

"You ought to be ashamed of yourself!" the woman says. She lifts her phone.

Oh, fuck.

I turn around, hoping she didn't get a photo.

"You better run!" the woman calls after me.

What the fuck?

The woman marches down the sidewalk toward me, so I put the car in reverse and slam on the gas.

Fuck you, Hannah.

**

I sit in front of my computer, fuming. What the fuck? Talk about an overreaction. Like I fucking needed this today.

Pull yourself together, man.

The screen changes, and I see two businessmen smiling at me. "Hey, there, Jordan. It's good to finally meet you."

I force a smile. "Likewise."

"I'm Jim Caulfield, and this is Ed Somers. And I gotta say, we're really impressed with your resume."

"Thank you."

"Before we start giving you the third degree, we wondered if you had any questions for us?"

"I do, actually. I know this job was listed as remote, but I need to make sure that's the case. I'm home taking care of a sick parent, so my ability to get into the office is going to be limited."

Jim nods. "Yeah, that's not a problem. And hey, I know what you're going through. I had to take care of my mom, so I know it can be rough. But we're all about family here at MC Engineering."

I nod. Whew. That's good to know. Also, I hate to think this, but I can't help but feel like Jim and I just trauma-bonded.

"Let's begin."

**

I pull up to Hannah's school, but she's not in her usual spot. Great. I roll down the window and get the attention of one of Hannah's friends.

"Hey. Have you seen Hannah?"

The look she gives me. Totally blank. Is this the Gen-Alpha glare I've been hearing so much about? I fucking hate it. Plus, I've never felt so old in my life. And I'm only what, four years older than this chick?

"Hello? Hannah? Your friend?"

Total blankness comes back at me.

"Go away, creep," another friend says.

"Uh-huh, yeah, I'm Hannah's friend. I give her lifts every single day. You've seen me before."

This new person holds up their phone.

And takes a picture.

What the fuck? How did I suddenly become a predator?

I drive home, scanning the streets. Nothing.

I pull up to her house. What do I do? If I knock on the door, I'll scare her mom.

No, it's best to just wait.

Twenty minutes later, another car pulls up. Hannah hops out. Sees me. Then she pulls a guy out of the car. She pointedly makes out with him.

Sigh.

The kiss continues way longer than it needs to. And who is she fooling, anyway? I can tell this guy is as surprised by her kissing him as I am.

I get it, Han. You're mad. You want to make me jealous or make me realize you don't have a huge crush on me. I get it.

Finally, she lets him go, then says something to her friends.

She turns and walks to her house.

"Hannah," I say, but she pays me no mind.

Her friends approach. Four giant dudes. I'm guessing they're on the school football team?

"Beat it, asshole," says the guy Hannah just mouth-raped.

Fucking hell, Hannah.

**

My phone buzzes. Fuck. What am I going to say? Did Hannah talk to her? If so, what did she say? The thought that my two-year relationship could come crashing down in the next three seconds fills me with such paranoia and terror that I can barely swipe right to answer her call.

"Hey," I say, forcing a smile for the second time today.

"How'd it go?"

I blink. Oh. Oh, thank god. She's just calling about my job interview.

Oh, Christ.

"Great," I say.

"Heyyyy, that's awesome! I wasn't sure from your expression."

"Huh? Oh, no, I think I'm just stunned."

Which is not entirely a lie. I've been trying to get a job ever since I graduated. This is the closest I've come.

"Yeah, it went great. They want me to interview with the guy who runs my division--or what would be my division."

"That's amazing! I can't wait to celebrate with you this weekend..." A little purr creeps into her voice.

Fuck.

I was supposed to ask Hannah if she'd care for my dad this weekend. After last night's less-than-amazing round of phone sex, Ava asked me if I was okay, and we talked for a while, though I couldn't really say what was going on, of course. But we ended the call feeling like we needed to see each other this weekend to solidify our relationship.

And of course, I never got the chance to ask Hannah.

Nor would I.

Nor would I be able to tell Ava why.

"I ... I don't think I'll be able to come, baby."

Her face falls. "Why?"

I sigh. Think, asshole.

"My interview with that guy is next week. And I'm pretty sure he's gonna grill me and really test my knowledge." This isn't a lie. As I say it and realize how true it is, it gets easier to talk. "And you know how hard I've worked to get this far. I don't wanna blow it. But I've been out of school so long and haven't used my engineering knowledge at all. I feel rusty. So I think I need to spend this next week preparing..."

"I get it. No worries, baby. I get it. It's okay. We're okay."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

I exhale. "Tell me about your day, baby."

"Mmm..." She nestles into her bed and traces a finger up her chest. "I could. Or..." She pulls up on her T-shirt, exposing her beautiful breast. "We could fool around..."

"A way better idea." I pull my pants off. "This is why you're the brains of the operation."

**

HANNAH

"What's wrong, baby?" Mom asks. She runs a hand through my hair.

"Nothing," I say, but she grabs my hair and pulls lightly. I laugh. "No, I swear."

"Honey. How long have I known you?"

I start to cry. Mom pulls me in for a hug. Then the ugly crying begins. She holds me. Says, "There, there," and "It's gonna be all right." Finally, when I get it all out of my system, she brushes my hair out of my face.

"Tell me what's troubling you."

I shake my head.

"Did anyone hurt you?"

I shake my head again, then shrug, then shake my head until I finally say, "No. Not really."

"I'll get my gun."

I laugh.

She holds me and cups my face in her hands until I finally burst into tears again.

"I'm the worst, Mom."

"Well, I hardly think that's true. Tell me. I won't judge. You know me. Just tell me what's eating you."

I wipe the tears from my face. "I'm in love with Jordan."

"I know."

"What? What do you mean you know?"

She looks at me the way Jordan did when I denied having flirted with him.

"Baby girl, you've been in love with him since the day you met him. It was as clear as day."

"Yeah, well, I've been flirting with him." And then I tell her the whole story--not the bit where I pleasured myself silly in his room, but everything else. "And then I acted like such a childish bitch when he asked me to stop flirting with him. I even told a stranger he was bothering me. I think he might be on the sex offender list now."

My mom thinks that's hilarious.

"I feel like I've betrayed Ava and him."

"What are you going to do about it?"

I shrug. "He'll never want to see me again."

"Yeah ... that's definitely not true. Go talk to him. Make things right. Try not to sleep with him"

"Mom!"

She laughs. "I said try."

**

I'm about to knock on his door, but I don't want to wake up his dad. Instead, I follow the porch and peek in through his window--briefly wondering if I'm going to catch him having phone sex with Ava. Thankfully--or regrettably, let's face it--he's reading. Lying in bed, reading a textbook. Fuck, he even makes studying look sexy.

I tap on his window.

He looks up. And smiles.

**

"I'm sorry," I say. And then I burst into tears.

He pulls me into a hug and holds me as I ugly-cry into his chest and say "I'm sorry" over and over again.

"It's okay, Han," he says.

Fuck, I'm shaking. I've never held him or been held by him before. It is not making me get over him. Oh, please, just kiss me. Please, Jordan. Let's have one of those movie moments where you console me, and then we start taking deep breaths and then I look up at you and you wipe away my tears, and then you realize you love me as much as I love you, and we kiss and kiss and kiss. And I leap into your arms and wrap my legs around you, and you carry me to your bed, and we make sweet, sweet love and you confess you love me. And then we feel bad for Ava, but not so bad that it stops us from fucking all night long.

Please.

Please.

I look up.

He brushes away my tears.

I'm trembling in his arms.

Please kiss me. Please. Please.

"I'm sorry, too," he says. His eyes drift to my lips...

... and then away. "I'm just as guilty of flirting as you are. But I can't screw up my relationship with Ava. I love her."

I nod, but inside I'm dying. It's not gonna happen.

I'm in love with this man who's holding me and who I know would love me back if the situation were different. I know he would.

But the situation isn't different.

I rest my head on his chest.

I love you.

I love you so much, Jordan.

It's not fair.

It's not fucking fair.

"You should go see Ava this weekend," I say, suddenly needing to make things right.

He tries to tell me about his job interview and yadda yadda yadda, but the fact is, he desperately wants to go to her. He needs to. I need him to as well.

"Are you sure?" he says finally.

I smile. Now it's my turn to brush the hair away from his face. "Please. It will make me feel better."

He nods. Now he's shaking. He's leaning into my hand.

Oh, he does love me. I know it. I can feel it. He loves me. If I kissed him right now, he'd give in. I know it in my bones.

But I'm not going to. I'm gonna be good. I'm going to be the perfect friend and perfect sister. And I'm gonna bide my time. Because I know he loves me. I know it in my heart.

I just need to choose my moment.

And that moment isn't now.

I lift myself onto my tiptoes and kiss him on the cheek.

"See you tomorrow."

I feel his eyes on me as I walk into the night.

"Do you want a lift?" he calls out, suddenly remembering that he is a gentleman.

"Goodnight, Jordan. Call Ava."

**

JORDAN

I'm glad to see Hannah wearing her regular, baggy clothes today. And no lollipop, either. Whew. Fuck, what a rollercoaster ride yesterday was.

She climbs in with a "Sup?"

I hold out a fist. She smiles and bumps it. "Ava excited to see you?"

"You have no idea."

**

Once again, I see my beautiful girlfriend bouncing up and down with excitement on the roof of the parking deck. She leaps into my arms, and we kiss and kiss. Oh, god, this feels good. Even better than last weekend.

Hannah and I fell back into our normal routine: friendly and jokey, without being too flirty. Thank god. As much as I want her--and good god almighty, I still do--I needed to focus on Ava and studying for my interview this past week.

Ava pulls me through her campus, past her hateful roommates, and into her bedroom. I so can't wait to go down on her and drown my worries in her delicious, delicious pussy.

She pushes me back, keeping me at arm's length.

"What's up?" I say with a laugh.

She pulls off her sweatshirt.

Oh, fuck.

She pulls off her sweatpants.

Fuck yeah.

She stands before me in that sultry black lacy lingerie. God, what a fox. I rush forward, but she still keeps me at arm's length.

"Remember what you wanted to do the other night?"

I honestly don't. I shake my head.

"It rhymes with anal."

My jaw drops. "Yes...?"

She slides up to me and wraps her long, tan arms around my neck. "Interesting thing I learned about anal. You might want to sit down for this... You can't get pregnant."

I laugh. "No shit. Where was that day in sex ed? Tell me more, oh wise one."

"Mmm ... yeah, well, that means you can..." she whispers in my ear, "go in raw."

I gasp. "Oh my god, really?"

She licks my ear. "I thought you'd like the sound of that."

I pick her up, and she squeals with delight as her legs wrap around me. I kiss her and back her up against the wall. She laughs and offers me her neck, which I eagerly devour.

AVA

Oh my god, I should have thought of this months ago. His hunger. He's insatiable. He licks and kisses and nibbles all over my body. He can't fucking wait to get inside my ass, but he's such a good lover; he spends twenty minutes giving me head. Slowly at first, licking my folds with tender care. Then spreading them and dipping his tongue inside me until I'm moaning with desire. Then his fingers run up and down the length of my pussy while his tongue plays across my clit. He turns his hand around and slides his fingers inside, up my front wall ... oh yeah. My nails dig into his scalp as he works my sweet spot. I tell him to hold his hand steady, and I start bucking my hips up and down. That's it. That's it. That's it....

"Ughhhh!"

Fuck that was a good one. Normally he'd try to get me off twice more, but tonight I need him to have his special moment.

I just hope I don't hate it.

I pull him up to me. "Are you ready?"

"Oh, fuck yeah."

He's so excited he's shaking.

"Fuck me, baby. Just go easy, okay?"

He kisses me.

"Slide inside me once, just to get yourself all lubed up."

"Seriously?"

I nod. Then I flip over.

He dives down between my legs once again. Only this time, he lifts my hips and spreads my cheeks. His tongue slides out and licks the length of my ass.

I whimper a trembling Oh my god. Then again, as his tongue does a repeat performance. Fuck me, that's hot. Why have I denied him this?

Another lick, then his tongue zeroes in on my asshole.

Holy

Holy

Holy shit.

Tingles run through my body. Electric tingles. Forbidden delight. My body is telling me this is oh so wrong. No one should be doing this. And fucking god, it feels so goddamn good.

Oh my god, do it. doitdoitdoitdoit.

His legs straddle me. His cock slides into my pussy...

Oh, Jesus, his head briefly stimulates my G-spot on the way in.

Oh fuck, I wish I could just let him cum inside me.

His moan sends me. God, he loves this so much, and I love the feel of his raw cock...

My orgasm starts building. He's not even moving. He's just sitting in me. Don't sit in me too long, baby...

He slides out with a whimper.

Then his head presses against my asshole.

"Yeah," I whisper. "Take me."

He grunts and presses ... and then his head pops inside, causing me to gasp.

"Oh, fuck," he says. He holds steady, but I can tell he's about to blow.

"Cum inside me, baby," I say, relishing being able to finally say those words.

He inches his way into my ass. Oh. My. God. He's filling me. Filling me. FUCKING FILLING ME!!

His hips press against my cheeks.

He's in.

He lays down and wraps me up in his arms.

"Are you okay?"

I nod. "I love you."

"I love you, too. This doesn't hurt?"

I shake my head. "I fucking love it."

He gasps. He pulls his cock out halfway. Then presses in. Slowly filling me up once again.

He's shaking. He's so close.

I growl out a command. "Fuck me."

That's all he needs. He pulls out and thrusts in and again and again, and oh fuck, his body takes over the way it does when he's about to cum.

I shout, "Yes! Yes! Yes!" to encourage him to go full bore. Don't hold back. I can take it!

He's pounding my ass, and I'm screaming with pain and delight, and he unloads.

FUCK YES!!!

Oh my god, he fucking fills me with his seed. His cock pulsing inside me and he's groaning and cursing and moaning and bucking and spasming and shuddering and oh yes oh yes oh yes oh yes OhYesOhYesOhYes!!

He finally finishes and hugs me tightly.

"Are you okay?"

"Oh, yeah, baby. I loved it. I fucking loved how passionate you were. I fucking loved it."

He starts to cry.

"What's wrong?"

He sniffs. "I just love you so much, Ava." He kisses my shoulder. "I love you so much. I love you so much. So fucking much."

He's growing inside me again. Oh, Jesus. Why did I ever wait so long to let him do this?

He rolls us over and starts humping my ass like a man possessed. Tiny little bucks of the hip, but he can't stop. He can't stop.

His hand slides down to my pussy and he rubs me with expert care.

"Oh my god!" I howl.

His hand leaves me for a second...

"No, come back."

He laughs.

His hand returns. Only now it's armed with my dildo.

"Holy shit! Holy shit!"

He runs that sucker up and down my pussy, covering it in my juices and getting me so fucking wild with anxious ecstasy. I don't know whether to be excited or terrified.

He positions the head...

Holy shit

He slides it inside...

I howl so loudly I'm worried campus security will storm the room. But even that wouldn't stop my impending orgasm.

"JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!!!"

A full-body, category 5 orgasm rips through me, and I howl and scream. My fingers grab for something to ground me, only finding my tits.

He explodes inside me once again, and I cum and cum and cum and cum and cummmmmmmm... mmm. Ohhhhhhh-ho-ho...

I whimper and moan and slowly come back down.

Ho

Holy

Holy fuck.

Holy fucking fuck.

I had no idea.

No idea.

That it could be so good.

Je-

Zus

Christ.

He's kissing me and holding me and he slides the dildo out of me and he wraps me up in my comforter and he tells me how much he loves me he loves me he loves me...

JORDAN

Ava sleeps in my arms, whimpering ever so slightly. And I can't stop kissing her. My god. That was the greatest orgasm I ever had. And I know it was for her, too.

Oh, we're back. We're so back. We're so, so, so back...

**

HANNAH

I drift off to sleep. My pussy once again coating his pillow with my juices. My thumb once again nestled in my mouth.

Oh Jordan.

Oh...

I am so going to make you mine.

**

JORDAN

I pull into my driveway. I text Ava that I'm home safe and sound and that I love her. I sigh and let my head fall back against the headrest.

Fucking-a what a weekend. We barely left Ava's room. I wonder if she'll be able to walk tomorrow.

I chuckle slightly.

A tapping on my window wakes me.

I roll down the window.

"Sorry, Hannah. I must have dozed off there."

She smiles benevolently.

"Good weekend, I take it?"

"The best. Thank you. Hop in."

I drive her home, and we chat. She doesn't pry into my sexcapades, though I kind of wish she would. I wonder if she asked me about anal, if I would tell her that not only did we do it, but we didn't do anything else.

"Thank you so much for giving us this. We really needed it."

"Of course! Happy to help."

"My dad still in love with you?"

"Mmm ... I think he's gonna pop the question."

I chuckle. I grab her hand. And kiss it. Not in a sexy way, just a thank-you way. She takes it as such.

"See you tomorrow!"

She pops out of the car and scampers up the slope to her front door.

When I finally climb into bed, I'm so exhausted my eyes close before my head hits the pillow.

My eyes pop open. I must have dozed off for a bit because I'm suddenly full of energy.

And my cock is rock-hard and ready to go.

What the hell? I'm surprised it's still attached to my body, let alone ready for action. But god, am I horny. I grab it and start stroking. I think of fucking Ava's ass. Oh, fuck, that was the thrill of a lifetime--especially DP-ing her with her dildo. Her squeals of delight fucking sent me to the highest heights...

But my mind drifts from Ava to Hannah.

No, idiot. Ava. Focus on Ava. You fucking love...

Hannah. Jesus. Thoughts of Hannah fill my head. Why?

My hips buck, and my hand starts pumping my cock.

Hannah! Fucking Hannah! Goddamn, I want to fuck her so fucking badly...

--What the fuck? What's happening to me? Why am I thinking about her?

Her lips wrapping around my cock...

"Ugh!"

Jizz flies from my cock, mostly landing on my chest, but some lands on my face and pillow.

What the fuck was that?

I sigh. I grab my tissue box and start cleaning.

What a mess.

I wipe my chest clean. Then my face. Then my pillow...

My pillow.

What the...

I lean down, press my nose into it ... and inhale.

Ohhh...

Oh, fuck me.

I inhale again.

My pillow.

It smells like pussy.

Is that Hannah's scent?

Inhale.

My cock engorges again.

I grab the lotion and squirt a dollop into my hand.

I grip my cock tightly. And start pumping.

My free hand presses my pillow into my face.

Inhale.

Oh, fuck yeah. Hannah. She must have fucked my pillow.

Oh Jesus. Holy fucking Jesus Christ.

She wants me. She wants me. She wants me so badly that she fucked my pillow.

Holy shit, that's hot.

She wants me.

And fucking fucking fucking hell do I want her....

"Ahhhh, fuck!"

Cleanup in aisle three.

**

Monday morning. The second she slides into the car, my cock instantly hardens. Holy fuck do I want her. I want her so fucking badly. But I can't say anything. She doesn't know that I'm on to her. Naughty Hannah. Fucking my pillow. You naughty, dirty, sexy little girl.

God, do I want you.

She reacts to my lust. Neither of us says anything, but her breathing intensifies. Her tits rise and fall. I swear I see her squirming in her seat. Her mouth opens slightly, and she stares out the window. Her fingers scratch at her jeans.

When I get home, my pants are damp from precum.

I feel so fucking turned on and desired that it fills me with power.

I crush my job interview. Of course you want to hire me. Are you kidding? The two hottest women in the world want to fuck me. Did I mention they were sisters? One of them is letting me fuck her ass. The other is so hot for me she's been fucking my pillow.

I start the job next week.

The rest of the week flies by. Every morning I pick Hannah up for school. Every afternoon I take her home. And each time we ride in uncomfortable silence. And it's so deliciously uncomfortable. The sexual tension is so thick you would need a katana to slice through it.

We don't flirt. We barely speak. Each time she gets in the car, she immediately pops a lolly in her mouth. Not to tease me, but because she needs it. She sits there, staring out the window, fingers clawing at her thighs, and sucking, sucking, sucking on that lollipop like it's her lifeline to sanity.

She offers to babysit my dad again this weekend. I let her. Please fuck my pillow again, Hannah. Please. As the days pass, your scent grows weaker and weaker. I need another fix.

Friday comes, and I drive up to see Ava. We fuck like rabbits, and I fill her ass with so much semen I swear she's going to slide off her chair in the restaurant.

We have a passionate, loving goodbye--not the tear-filled kind of the first two weeks. The kind where we both know we're good. We love each other, and nothing can tear us apart.

And then I drive home, rock-hard the whole time. Oh my god, I can't wait to smell my pillow...

Home again, I practically sprint to my room. I shove my head into my pillow.

FUCK YES!

I grab some lotion, and it takes about ten strokes before I launch another gallon of jizz across my room.

I lie on my bed, nose pressed into my pillow, humping my mattress like I'm 14 and just saw my first porno.

Oh, Hannah. HannahHannahHannah.

Our time is coming.

It's coming soon.

**

HANNAH

Monday morning. I slide into his car, once again, gasping slightly at his heat.

I feel tingly.

"You start your job today."

"Mm-hm."

Oh, god, his voice. So throaty and wanting. I'm trying not to writhe in my seat. But I need to do something. My fingers find their way inside my backpack. Out comes a lollipop.

I pop that sucker in my mouth. I don't even know why I need it. It's not relieving my desire for him. If anything, it's only making me crave him more.

"Ava's coming home this weekend."

I don't know why I'm whispering.

"Mm-hm."

Why does that turn me on? My sister's gonna be here, so there's no way I'm going to have him. But for some reason, her coming home is making me so wet.

"You must be excited."

"Mm-hm."

I giggle.

"Five weeks of sex for you."

"Mm-hm."

I laugh.

He pulls up to my school.

We're both breathing hard.

"Thanks for the ride."

"Mm-hm."

I gasp. My hand struggles to find the handle. God, get me out of here.

"See you this afternoon," I say and close the door. I can't hear him say "Mm-hm," but I know he does.

I see Stephen.

"Hey, Han--"

Sorry, pal, I have to run.

I weave through the crowd and make my way to the furthest girls' room, just like I've been doing the past week.

I head to the back stall.

Pants down.

Finger...

Ahhhhh...

One

Two

Three flicks...

And I bite my lip and suppress the howl that so wants to escape my lips.

I shudder.

Oh.

Fuck.

It's coming. I don't know when. But I can feel it.

I'm finally going to have him.

And it's going to be so fucking gooooooddddddd.

My finger rubs my clit again. The bell goes off. But I don't care. I need this.

One

Two

Ahhhhhh...

I giggle and squirm.

Okay. Head clear. Better get to class.

**

JORDAN

I sit down at my computer, eager to get to work and start training.

But not that eager.

I grab the pillow. And inhale.

I've got time.

I grab the lotion.

Thirty seconds later--after having successfully shot into a tissue--I'm ready to start the day.

Fuck, remind me to get another pillow for when Ava comes.

Ava's coming. And I'm so fucking excited. But I also feel like my "relationship" with Hannah is coming to a head. I don't know why. How the fuck am I going to fuck her when Ava's here? And yet I so don't want to make a move on her this week. Not just because I'd be cheating on Ava--with her sister--but because I don't think our sexual tension has reached its apogee yet. There's still more room for our desire to grow. And god, do I want it to grow. Because when I fuck her. I want it to be the absolute fucking limit.

"Morning, Jordan," my boss says as his image appears onscreen. "Ready to start training?"

"You bet."

**

AVA

The week crawls by. It doesn't help that it's jam-packed with final exams. But Jesus, I feel like Friday's never going to come.

"Hi baby," I say when Jordan's face appears.

He kisses the screen.

"How was work?"

"Isn't that the most delicious sentence ever?" he says with a sleepy smile.

"Better than, 'Let's do anal?'"

"Once again, you're showing why you're the genius of the group."

"I can't wait to see you."

"Oh, fuck, Ava. You have no idea."

"My mom said I could stay with you."

"She did? Oh my god. What got into her?"

"She's not a dummy. She knows we sleep together all the time."

He laughs. "Well, she hasn't always been my biggest fan."

"I'm gonna wake up in your arms every day for five weeks, lover."

He inhales deeply. Is he sniffing his pillow?

"Can't wait."

**

HANNAH

Friday morning, I slip into his car and immediately reach for a lollipop.

"You okay to get home by yourself today?"

"What time are you getting Ava from the bus station?"

"Four."

I nod.

"Got anything special planned for your first night?"

"Jake's Christmas party. Then ... after Jake's Christmas party."

I laugh.

We ride in silence until he pulls up to school.

"Hey. Thank you. For everything."

I wink, not totally sure what he's thanking me for, but loving the sound of it.

"See you tonight," he says. He drives away.

Wait. What? What does he mean he's seeing me tonight?

I weave through the crowd again and dash into my favorite stall.

Down go the pants.

Hi there, clit.

Tonight?

He's fucking Ava tonight. Did I miss something?

Tonight.

Ohhh, tonight...

I shudder through my orgasm. It was a tight one. Pleasant, but not the release I need.

Tonight.

Maybe I'll just swing by Jordan's house...

Take a peek...

Oh...

My finger works my clit again as I feel another O approaching the station.

I remember the last time I spied on them.

God, that was hot.

I feel like tonight might be hotter.

Hotter.

Oh.

Oh yeah

Ughh!

There it is.

**

AVA

There he is. I practically shove the blue-hairs out of the way in my quest to get off this fucking bus. I rush up to him and wrap him up.

Oh fuck. I made it. We stand there for a good minute, just holding each other before the bus driver says I need to grab my bag.

Oh right.

Jordan gets my stuff, and we hurry back to his place.

**

"Hey, Mr. Collins," I say. I sit on the edge of his bed and take his hand. He's always been so sweet to me.

"Hannah," he says with a sigh and a smile.

"This is Ava, Dad."

His eyes open slightly. "Oh, yes. Ava. How lovely to see you..."

Jordan looks embarrassed as he guides me to his room.

"My Dad totally has a thing for your sister."

"Oh, your dad does, does he?"

He looks at me uncertainly. Instead of telling him I'm kidding, I slide my arms around him and pull him in for a kiss. He wraps me up. Seconds later, he lifts me, and I start grinding on him. There's that fold in his pants that I love so much...

**

He drops me off at home. Even though I'll be staying at his place, Mom and Hannah want to see me. Plus, I want to get ready for the big party.

"You coming inside?" I ask.

"You should have some time to your family--"

He doesn't get to finish that sentence before Hannah bursts through the door and wraps me in her arms.

"Oh, I've missed you," she says.

"Hey, Hannah Banana."

She buries her face in my neck, just like she has ever since she was three.

Sigh. It's good to be home.

"Come on!" Hannah says, pulling me inside. She turns to Jordan. "You, too, assface!"

Jordan protests, but he follows us inside.

Mom gives me a huge hug. She and Hannah ask me a billion questions about school. Then I excuse myself to go get ready for the party.

"Hey, you should come, Hannah. I'm sure lots of your friends will be there."

"Oh, I don't want to interrupt y'all's night."

"Nonsense. Come on. Let's get dolled up."

I drag her into my room.

JORDAN

"I'm gonna jet," I say after a few seconds alone with Ms. G.

"Sit."

I sit.

She eyes me across the kitchen table. "You're playing a dangerous game."

"How so?"

"I think you know." She leans in. "If you hurt my girls, I will find you, and I will break you. Do you understand me?"

I nod, even though I don't know what she's talking about.

"No drinking and driving tonight."

"I would never."

The girls emerge several uncomfortable minutes later, looking stunning. Ava wears a cozy red sweater dress that beautifully hugs her lithe body, and Hannah sports a hot pink cocktail dress that shows so much leg it makes me dizzy.

Fuck me.

"Well, don't you two look amazing."

Mrs. G. does that I'll be watching you hand gesture. I nod and escort these two beautiful ladies to my car.

"You sure I'm not crashing your party?" Hannah says.

I open the back door for her.

"Not at all."

I enjoy watching her sit, her dress riding up so high I swear I see her panties.

I turn and hold the door open for Ava. I kiss her. "You look beautiful, baby."

"You're goddamn right I do."

I watch her sit and groan inwardly as she lets me know that she is not wearing any panties whatsoever.

She winks.

The car is so hot with my excitement, I have to roll down the window. In December.

We pull up to Jake's, which is already raging.

"I'm having one beer," I say. "You two go nuts."

I feel like a pimp. I strut through the doors with a stunning sister on each arm.

Jake comes up to hug me, but screeches to a halt when he sees the three of us.

"Jesus, dude. Save some for the rest of us!"

Ava gives him a kiss on the cheek, then introduces Hannah. He is quite taken with her, which... duh.

"Stay away from this one," I say, pointing at Jake.

"Or not!" Jake offers. He wraps me up in a deep hug. "Good to see you, buddy."

The party is great. Wild but not too wild. Lots of drinking. Lots of drugs. God, I wish I could cut loose, but the last thing I fucking need is to get a DUI.

It's good to see all my old friends, all of whom are very interested in getting to know Hannah. I try not to let my jealousy get the best of me. After all, I've got a girlfriend. And yes, I know Hannah and I are desperate for each other, but I can't exactly blame her if she wants to hook up with someone else.

I just don't want to see it.

HANNAH

Wow. I love and hate all the attention I'm getting. It's so hot feeling so desired by so many people, and at the same time, it's totally terrifying.

Someone hands me a red Solo cup, which I foolishly am about to drink from, but Jordan grabs it from my hand.

"What the hell?" I say.

He hands me a bottle of beer. An unopened bottle of beer.

Riiiiight. What the fuck was I thinking?

He hands me a church key.

"Thank you."

He winks.

The fact that he's watching over me only makes me want to fuck him more.

I chit-chat with various people. They're all so grown up, with jobs and cars and lives. I feel really young.

I catch up with Ava, who is fucking drunk.

"You okay?" I ask.

She wraps her arms around me. "I've missed you so much," he says. She starts dancing with me. I look at Jordan. He shrugs.

"She's a lightweight."

Ava laughs. "I'm not a lightweight! I've had three beers! That's a lot!"

Ah. Right. Miss Athlete, who never has more than one, is just drunk. No one roofied her.

She pulls Jordan in. Now the three of us are dancing together.

"I fucking love you guys so much."

She kisses Jordan. Her lips are so hungry for him; it's hot and uncomfortable to be this close.

But then she turns and kisses me.

On the mouth.

"I love you, baby girl."

I laugh. "I love you, too."

"No, I looovvvve you."

Her lips find me again.

I pull back.

"Okay. I think you've had enough. Jordan, let's get Miss Thing home."

"I don't want to go home!" she says, pulling me in close to her. "I want to party!"

"Yes, but if you go home, you can fuck your boyfriend."

"Wait, that's a better plan. Good thinking." She turns to Jordan, who is cracking up. "You think I'm so smart, but Hannah is the brains behind the brains behind the throne. Or something."

I shrug and say it's true.

It takes two of us to get her to the car. She's such a happy drunk. Filled with energy. She sings and hugs each of us, pulling us in so we can join her on whatever chorus she decides to sing at that moment.

Inside the car, though, she's all about Jordan.

"I can't wait to get you home," she purrs. God, I love her sexy voice. "I want you so fucking much."

He kisses her hand and says he wants her too.

She turns to me.

"You need someone like Jordan in your life, Han. He's such a good lover. Oh my god, you have no idea. He makes me cum so fucking hard."

"Does he, now?"

"His tongue. Holy shit. Every time we have sex, he makes me cum three times before he fucks me. Three times before he even thinks about letting himself cum. That's ... that's fucking outrageous. If you don't have someone willing to do that, then you kick him in the dick and tell him--or her!--to get lost!"

"I'll keep that in mind."

She giggles and returns to her boyfriend. He eyes me and laughs.

"Eyes on the road, Mister Three Times," I say.

We pull up to my house. Jordan offers to escort me to the door. Ava hops out of the car too. She wraps me in her arms once again and kisses me. Jesus. What's with all the kissing? Not that I'm complaining, exactly--

"I love you, Hannah Banana."

"I love you too, Ava-Maeva."

She smiles. "You get yourself someone like Jordan. Promise me."

"Oh, I promise."

She giggles. She whispers in my ear. "I'm gonna let him raw dog me tonight."

I gasp. "You sure that's wise?"

She shakes her head. "No." I know all about her inability to take the pill. "But I fucking want it."

"Okay..."

"No. I want it so fucking badly, Hannah, you don't understand. I've been planning it all week."

"Oh." I kiss her. "Well, in that case: go nuts."

She bites her lip. "Oh, I will. It's gonna be fucking epic."

She climbs back in the car.

I take Jordan's arm.

"I'll take good care of her, I promise."

"I know you will," I say, loving how I nailed that delivery, "Mister Three Times."

He laughs. "Yeah, well, not tonight. She's too drunk."

"Oh, that's too bad." We arrive at my door. "Because she told me she wants you to raw-dog her."

He's all eyebrows.

"No, I couldn't."

"You're a good man, Jordan. But she was planning this all week. Way before she got drunk. Frankly, I think that's why she drank so much."

I kiss him on the cheek.

"Good luck, stud."

I enter my house. Mom's asleep. I can hear her snoring from here.

I turn and watch Jordan walk back to the car.

The second he drives off, I leave the house, lock the door...

And run.

**

I'm no track star like my sister, but I can move. I run through yards and hop over bikes and plants and stray toys.

Before I got dragged into coming to the party, Jordan said he'd see me tonight. I'm hoping he's thinking what I'm thinking. I'll know the minute I get there.

I round his next-door neighbor's hedge and skid to a halt.

Whew! Dang, I'm outta shape. Hoo-boy. His car is parked on the street, and no one's standing outside. I creep toward the house ...

Fuck, a car is coming!

I sprint to the side and duck behind a rosebush just in time. The car passes, its headlights nearly illuminating me. I head to the back of the house, where another set of stairs leads up to the porch. I creep to the front, careful not to step on any loose boards. Thankfully, I don't make any noise...

Yes! Just as I thought. Jordan's blinds are up. You pervy little shit. You want me to watch, don't you? And yes, I get the irony of me calling him a perv while I just ran halfway across town to watch him fuck my sister. Thank you for playing.

Thankfully, two enormous Cyprus trees hide me from passersby. This way I can camp outside his window and watch till my heart's content. I just need to figure out how to stay hidden from Jordan and my sister. I crouch and inch to the front window, which offers the best view of his room. I'm a little scared to lift my head up over the windowsill and risk being seen, so instead, I raise my phone...

Well, fuck me. Looks like I'm just in time for the show.

JORDAN

I quietly close Dad's door. He's out. And from the sound of his snoring, out for the rest of the night. I tiptoe down the hall. As I pass the kitchen, I see something outside. A figure creeping past on the porch.

Well, well, well. Hannah took my subtle hint after all. I wasn't sure if she'd come. I hadn't planned on her joining us for the party, but I'm glad she came.

Looks like it's showtime.

I enter my room just as Ava emerges from the bathroom.

Fuck yeah.

She has new lingerie. Cherry red, and good lord, is it hot. She's wearing thigh-high red nylons with the stripes down the back. And a cherry-red V-shaped teddy that's barely hanging on by some act of magic. Honestly, I think a stiff breeze might send it flying.

She saunters toward me, giggling at my obvious delight. I hate to say it, but god, I love it when she's a little tipsy. She's by no means uptight, but man, when she gets a couple of drinks in her ... she gets wild.

"You sure, Ave?"

"Oh, I'm sure, baby. I've been planning this all week. I want to spend the next five weeks giving you what you've always wanted."

Her arms encircle me, and my cock starts to rise.

"What's that?" I tease.

She smiles and runs a finger across my lips.

"Pure," she leans in and gives me a tiny kiss, "raw," kiss, "unfiltered," kiss, "skin-on-pussy fucking."

My cock is so hard it's trying to Kool-Aid-Man its way through my pants.

And then I see it.

Just past Ava's gorgeous hair.

The faintest hint of a glow outside the front window.

Like someone watching us through their phone.

Hi, Hannah.

Precum dampens my underwear.

Fuck yeah.

I'm gonna raw-dog my girlfriend for the first time, right in front of her sister.

"But what about pregnancy?" I saw, focusing back on my girlfriend's beautiful, sultry face.

"Mmm..."

She grazes her lips across mine, knowing how fucking hot that makes me.

"... I'm using a sponge."

"But you said that was only 90% effective."

I'm not trying to talk her out of this, believe me. But she is a little tipsy, and I want to make sure we're on the same page.

She giggles. Then she licks my lips.

"What life without a little risk?"

She hops up, wrapping her red legs around me. My hands grab her ass. Fuck, these panties are so silky and soft...

She leans in and whispers, "Honestly? The idea that you might breed me...?"

I gasp, and she bites my ear.

"... makes me So. Fucking. Hot."

She starts grinding into me, her clit finding that fold on my pants.

"So. Fucking. Hot."

Her grinding has a herky-jerky motion to it. The way she does when she's about to cum.

Holy shit, she wasn't kidding. I've never seen her this turned on.

She tilts her head back, her hair draping over her bare shoulders.

"So. Fucking ... AhhhhhhhHHHAAAAhhhaaaa"

"Yeah, baby. Yeah."

I back her against the wall, and she squeals. I can feel her toes opening and closing behind me as her first orgasm rocks through her.

She clamps onto me, and I thrust, sending that pants fold up and up and up, and she squeals and squeals and squeals and ohmygods and fucks and holy shits her way through her orgasm.

I look down.

Hi, Hannah.

HANNAH

Oh, fuck he sees me. He sees me and smiles. He knows. He fucking knows. He knows how much I want him.

He knows he owns me.

He's telling me to watch him.

Fuck it.

I rise and grip the siding of his house with my left hand while my right slides under my dress and glides over my wet, wet nylons.

Ohhhh...

He's looking at me with such lust.

He's saying Look, Hannah. Look. Look at what a powerful orgasm I'm giving your sister.

And I'm not even fucking her yet.

Jesus.

She squeals.

God, those squeals drive me wild.

I don't know if I'm hot from wanting him to pleasure me the way he's pleasuring her...

... or if I want to fuck her.

I gasp and cover my mouth so they can't hear my moan.

Oh, my god.

To be able to make my sister squeal like that?

Oh,

Oh shit.

My finger shakes, and my knuckle glides over my clit.

Fuuuucccckkkk.

It's coming...

I'm so close...

Jordan sees. He sees right through me. He gasps. Then he turns to Ava. I can just barely hear him over the sounds of my squealing sister.

"Oh, yeah, Ave. I'm gonna breed you."

Her squeal rises even higher in pitch.

"I'm gonna breed you, baby."

Higher still.

Oh my god, I can barely hang on...

"I'm gonna plunge my raw cock inside you."

She's losing her damn mind.

Hold out, Hannah. Hold out...

"And flood you with my seed."

"Yes! Yes! Yes!"

Hold out, Han.... Fuccccccckkkkkk...

"No sponge in the world is gonna stop me."

"Oh my god yes!"

Hannnnahhhhhh...

"I'm going to fucking breed you, Ava! I'm gonna put a baby in you!"

"Yeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaassssssssss!"

She squeals so high and so loudly I swear the lightbulbs are going to burst.

Her toes curl. Her hands fly to her hair. Her body shudders. Her chest heaves and heaves and heaves, and I fall to my knees as my own orgasm ravages my body.

My hand works my pussy, and I fall to the porch, ahhhing and fucking and shuddering like my sister.

Fuck me.

Fuck me, Jordan.

Breed me.

Ohhhhhhh fucking fuckety fuck fuck fuccccckckkkkkkkkk!

I lie there, panting, biting my lip, grinding into the air. Jesus Christ. That was the best orgasm I've had in months.

And I want more.

Fuck me, I want more. So much more.

I look up and see Ava. Her ass is planted on the windowsill. She's still playing with her hair like she's a shampoo model.

Oh, fuck. What I wouldn't give to kiss her bare shoulders.

I finally have the capacity to rise. I pull myself up to the window. I'm not even trying to hide at this point. I'm pressed against the same window as my sister.

Her legs are over Jordan's shoulders. Her sexy, silky nylons rub against his face as he guides her panties under her ass. She's still coming down from her orgasm. Giggling. Teasing. Excited for round two.

She told me he always makes her cum three times before fucking her.

Lucky bitch.

Jordan pulls her panties off her, and she plants a playful, nylon foot on his face. He brushes it away and kisses up her legs. Up. Up. Up. She squirms and leans her head against the window, looking up at the ceiling, still trying to come down. I press my forehead against the other side. I can feel her heat through the glass.

Jordan sees me.

"I love you," he says to me.

I plant a hand on the window.

"I love you, too," I whisper, in sync with my sister.

She laughs and gazes down at him. She plays with his hair.

Then she pulls him in.

Ohhh, how confident she is. How in command.

He likes that.

But he's looking at me as his tongue laps her.

When he takes me--

--and he's so going to take me--

--he wants to be in charge.

My hand slides down to my pussy again.

Oh fuck. That's what I want. I want you to fucking take charge. Dominate me. Show me who's the boss.

Lick me. I mouth the words, and he licks my sister.

I giggle softly.

Oh, I like this.

Lick me.

Another long lick. My sister's whimpers go through me.

Lick me.

He licks, around and around and around, and I find my head moving in sync with his as Ava's legs rise and fall and rise and fall, her head twisting this way and that way, her tits heaving and heaving and heaving.

I slide two fingers into my mouth.

He follows my lead.

Then he sends them down.

"Ughhh!" my sister says, and I crouch down and bite my lip. I shudder as I realize I'm helping my sister cum.

I slide my fingers up and down, gently gliding them over the window.

He follows my tempo, and my sister's shoulders press and release and press against the window.

I slip my fingers under my pantyhose and into me so I can play along, too.

And the three of us dance and move and sway together.

I speed up my tempo, both with my fingers on the window and my fingers on my g-spot, and Jordan follows my lead.

Ava's groans guide me, and I speed up a little more. But then hold steady.

Oh

Oh fuck

Ohhhhh fuccccckkkk...

Once again my sister squeals. Her toes extend. Her thighs clamp around Jordan's head, locking him in place.

And once again I shudder, just barely managing to stay on my feet.

"In me," Ava says, clawing at Jordan's head. "Get inside me, baby."

Oh fuck.

I cut short my cool-down period.

Jordan steps forward, and Ava pulls down his pants. He slips his feet free.

She drops to her knees before him.

Oh, god. What a beautiful cock. Not too big. Definitely not too small. Just perfect.

She licks it, and he shudders. But then he picks her up.

"I love you, baby," he says, "But I want every drop going inside you."

"Oh my god," she says, a shiver running through her.

He plants her against the window. He slides his arms under her knees and lifts her. Her legs dangle in the air. He leans forward, and her back is once again pressed against the window.

So am I.

Fuck me, I whisper.

He looks at my lips.

"I'm gonna fuck you, baby."

My sister and I both groan.

And his face.

Oh god, the look on his face as he enters her.

Raw.

Unfiltered.

Unbridled.

Skin-on-pussy action.

Oh, God, he loves this so much.

His mouth is agape. His eyes roll back.

He pressed his face against the window, right up against mine.

Fuck me, I mouth.

He thrusts.

Oh, he's not going to last long.

I can't imagine how good that must feel.

Fuck me.

He thrusts again.

"I'm fucking you, baby."

Fuck me.

"I'm fucking you."

My sister's whimpers are the perfect soundtrack as my fingers slide inside me in time with his thrusts.

Fuck me.

Fuck me.

Fuck me.

"Oh my god," he says, his eyes inches from mine.

Yeah, baby, I mouth, fuck me

Fuck me

Fuck me

Fuck me

Fuckme fuckme fuckme....

"I'm cumming, baby."

"Yes!" my sister says. She grips him tightly as if to say, Don't go anywhere. I want every last drop filling my pussy.

"I'm cumming!"

"Yes! Yes! Yes baby. Cum inside me."

Breed me, I mouth.

His face.

"I'm gonna breed you, baby."

"Yes! Breed me! Breed me! Breed me!"

Breed me, Jordan. Fucking Breed me.

Breed me breed me breed me.

He howls.

His body convulses.

My sister squeals in time with his spurts.

I bite my lip, barely able to contain my own squeal.

A squeal!

He made me squeal!

He didn't even touch me, and he made me squeal!

Oh

Oh fuck

Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck.

Ava kisses him and hugs him and caresses him and yesses him and oh babys him.

I kiss the window, pressing my lips against the warm, warm glass.

And he leans in and kisses me back.

Then he looks at my sister.

"I love you, baby," he says.

She kisses him deeply and tells him she loves him, too. She wraps her body around him, softly whispering, "I love you, I love you, I love you."

He looks at me.

"I love you."

I love you too, I mouth.

He kisses his hand and presses it against the window.

I do the same.

He gives me a little wave goodnight.

I nod.

Goodnight, Jordan.

I love you.

I love you.

I love you so much.