The Scholarship Ch. 05 – New Arrivals

Literotic asexstories – The Scholarship Ch. 05 – New Arrivals by Freyyer,Freyyer How could I have possibly forgotten that three other college students were going to live with us? Alex, Tyler, and Kayla. Three more people that I would be seeing naked every day of my life for a while. Three more potentially interesting relationships to navigate. Or maybe not. Maybe they won’t want to interact with me at all. Unlikely.

“They’re all getting here at the same time?” I ask Ms. Larson.

“Yes,” she says, “we coordinated their flights well so they don’t have to stay at the airport long. But they’ll all arrive in the same car. They’re very excited to meet both of you.”

“How much do they know about us?” Lauren asks. It’s a damn good question. What details has Ms. Larson shared? Anything about our incestual activities over the last two days? Or just general facts and figures?

“Just your names, that you’re 18, and that you’re twins. Oh, and your areas of study.” Thank God they haven’t been told any of the other stuff yet, but it feels like it won’t be long before everyone finds out that Lauren and I are… whatever we are. We haven’t exactly been overly stealthy about it. Though it seems our most intense moments are being saved for Lauren’s early morning visits.

We are still holding hands, and while that has always felt natural to us, it does have a slightly different feel to it now. Instead of our hands linked solely to feel the connection with my twin, there is something more romantic in the way her fingers glide between mine, and how my thumb rolls along the back of her hand. The sibling love is still front and center, the primary emotion we’re feeling, but the underlying desire to play with her tits and rub her pussy is a distraction.

“Is there anything we should know about them before they get here?” I ask. Ms. Larson takes a seat at the island with us, and I notice Julie is starting to dish out plates of food, each plate with an omelet, three sliced out pieces of the sausage bake, and then a small bowl of fruit. I’ve never eaten this consistently good in my life. It’s not just the quality, which is confirmed to be top quality with my first bite of the melty pile of cheese and perfectly spiced sausage pastry, but the diversity of offerings. Lauren and I fended for ourselves most mornings and our culinary skills improved over the years but never got anywhere near Julie’s abilities.

“Well,” Ms. Larson says, “Alex is a gamer–no, not board games, but she does enjoy those too–” she adds when Lauren’s face lights up, “she has a gaming computer and I’ll admit I’ve spoiled her a bit in helping her get top of the line parts for it.” Of course she did. Was it out of generosity, or did Ms. Larson get something out of the deal?

“Tyler is an obsessive photographer. And I do mean obsessive. I think I’ve only seen that boy without a camera a few times. Even around the house he carries one at all times to capture moments he thinks are worth it. He’ll take a hundred pictures of you that you think can’t possibly look good, and then he shows you the finished product and you’re blown away.

“And then Kayla is…” Ms. Larson pauses and takes a few moments to chew, make a face of delight, and think before she continues, “Kayla is a lot. She’s a dancer, and fiercely competitive, and sometimes she can really get under your skin. But she’s incredible at what she does, and is truly caring. If… you know… a little tough sometimes.” Ms. Larson shrugs and turns back to her food.

Well that’s a lot to process. And then, also, there is the ever present specter that they will all be naked. There’s a flash of fear at the idea of dealing with two more naked women constantly, but then that fades quickly. If Julie, Delilah and my own sister aren’t enough to give me a heart attack, then I think I should be fine. Then there’s the constant worry that men have, or at least men my age, of being concerned if this guy is going to have a bigger dick than me. It’s childish, I know. Intellectually I know that. But the latent concern is hard to shake. The more troubling fear, the one that really upsets me that I even have, is the fear that Lauren will be attracted to Tyler.

I should want my sister to be happy, but I want her to be with me. I think. Fuck. That’s wrong. That’s horrible of me to think. Yet, I know that if I see Lauren and Tyler together I’ll be insanely jealous. Seeing her with Ms. Larson is different. Maybe all women would be different. But we’re twins, we belong together, we always have. Now though, that thought has a different meaning in my mind, but it is all the stronger for it.

Everyone else is finishing up eating while I’ve been psyching myself out about a relationship that may or may not even happen and worrying about my potentially troubling possessiveness of my sister. I pound through the food, finding spinach and cheese in the omelet and general deliciousness all around, while the others chat about what to expect.

Ms. Larson has to leave for a bit, but she tells us that she’ll be back before the others arrive. I’m sad to watch her leave. She still makes me unbearably horny, as well as a host of other feelings that are significantly more difficult to unpack. The word “Mommy” is fresh in my mind and I’m not sure it’s ever going to leave where she is concerned. I’m not sure I want it to go anywhere.

Lauren and I help Julie clean up our dishes as Delilah comes in to eat a little after us, but Julie ushers us out so she can get started on a slow cooker meal for dinner. According to her, we’re “clogging up the cooking space with our weird, cute twin energy and she can’t focus”.

Lauren and I look at each other, then frown at her together. Lauren even gives her best version of puppy dog eyes to no avail.

“That just drives my point home,” Julie shakes her head, shooing us away. “I like you both, but I need all my space for cooking right now. Mentally and physically.”

So we’re let loose again, free to wander the wide world of Ms. Larson’s house. I guess it’s also our house, but it feels weird to say that when we’ve only lived here three days. Three incredibly long, wild, roller coasters of days, but still only three. We’ve got four years of this.

“Morning swim time?” Lauren asks as we exit the kitchen.

“You’re not absurdly sore from the exercise yesterday?” I respond, raising an eyebrow in her direction.

“I am,” she nods, “my arms and my legs feel like an old man’s butt. And my abs make it hurt to laugh. But swimming will help us stretch things out.”

“Who died and made you the fitness expert?”

She just sticks her tongue out at me in response and drags me by the hand towards the back yard. I dutifully stumble after her, because where else would I ever go but where she goes?

This time I actually remember to get sunscreen and water for us. I did a crazy thing called learning from my mistakes. The thought does cross my mind that maybe every time Delilah reminds me to put on sunscreen I get to play with her tits and get jerked off. Unlikely though, that would be a very weird system. Very good reward incentives though.

Even though it’s barely 8:30, summer in California is already hot as hell. The sun is well on its way into the sky and it has apparently decided that if someone is going to be outside today, they’re going to be sweating. Even if, as is the case for me and my sister, we’re absolutely naked with not a single scrap of clothing to add to the heat.

We each sunscreen our own fronts, arms, and legs. I’ll admit I enjoy the sight of Lauren spending as much time as she needs to rub down her tits. The perky, oh-so-soft breasts press down under the pressure of her hands and then instantly pop back into place. Her nipples are prominent on her chest, sticking out just a little. Is that arousal from touching herself, from me watching, or is she thinking about our moment this morning as much as I am?

“Take care of my back, will you?” She asks, handing me the bottle. And I happily oblige. My hands glide over her skin, taking my time and feeling the muscles beneath. Lauren gently leans back into me, making me support her weight as I work over her shoulders and back. I don’t mind a bit. I enjoy touching her, holding her, feeling her. My sister’s body is a delight, and I would happily touch her like this for as long as she needs.

“I think I’m good,” she murmurs quietly to me, a hint of arousal in her voice. I want to push it, to see if I can increase that. This morning was just an appetizer and I want–no, need–more. But there’s no way she feels exactly the same way as me. Especially because we had talked, not even two hours ago, about needing to take things slow and be careful about this.

I sigh in response, but let my hands slide down her back, casually sliding towards her butt. I feel her tense up as I near the rounded top of her butt, and I pull my hands away, letting her think I’m done.

But when she relaxes, I go in for the kill. Diving quickly forwards, my hands strike like vipers, pinching her butt cheeks and squeezing them.

Lauren yelps and jumps forward, swatting at me with her hands. “Dick!” She shrieks! “That tickles!” I take a step forward, and she gives me a warning glance, so I grin back.

“I’m gonna pinch that booty,” I say, “I’m the Bootypincher,” I continue in my best slasher movie villain voice, “and I have an urge to pinch.”

“You’re an absolute fuckin’ weirdo,” she cackles, “I’ll never let you pinch my booty!” This line is delivered defiantly, and I can see her in that scene for a split second. It’s raining, and she’s wearing only a bra and underwear, hair plastered to her face as she shouts in the face of imminent bootypinch. Would be a fun, sex-comedy spoof of a slasher movie, actually.

This moment of reflection where I consider how to make the villain scary and sexy at the same time gives her the head start she needs to turn and dart towards the pool, throwing herself into the air and disappearing with a splash.

I grin wide and launch myself after her, landing just a few feet to the left of her and letting the relatively chilly water engulf my body. It’s already a relief, even after only being outside for ten minutes.

A splash of water from my sister is waiting for me when I surface, and it leaves me sputtering as she giggles and swims away to the other side of the pool. “Try and keep up Mr. Bootypincher!” She shouts over her shoulder.

I chase her around the pool; whenever I have her cornered she gives another heroic line and splashes more water at me. I let her escape, and the play continues.

As we swim we throw around dumb ideas for the Bootypincher. Brainstorming scene set ups, potential “kills”, and even Bootypincher’s backstory.

“What if,” Lauren starts as we head back to the deep end, the most frantic part of our chase over, “he had his hands ripped off and he just has these little claw things for pinching butts,” she clacks her hands together like a crab.

“A tragic villain!” I say excitedly, “Always fun to explore. Maybe he was on a date and was looking forward to pinching her butt before his hands were ripped off?”

“Of course,” she reaches the wall and turns to face me while she rests against it. “And worst part is because they’re prosthetic claws, he doesn’t even get to feel the butts.”

I drift closer to her, slowly inching across the water like the world’s laziest shark. “And it’s such a nice butt,” I say, no longer yelling. My voice is lower and more serious.

“It is?” She asks, eyes lighting up.

I nod in response, still closing the distance between us. Most of her is underwater, distorted by the light refraction, but most of her breasts are visible, the pert nipples just above the water line, heaving with her breathing and the little movements she makes to stay above water. My eyes focus on them for just a moment, enough for my breath to catch in my throat. “Yeah,” I say finally, “it’s fantastic.”

“Fantastic, huh?” She raises an eyebrow at me, “that’s high praise. And… who do you have in mind for this role?” Her voice is barely more than a whisper, but I hear her clearly from only a foot away. I feel her feet, gently kicking to keep her afloat, just barely brush against my legs and I have to take a deep breath.

“I think you’d be a perfect fit for the part,” I murmur. My hands make contact with the wall behind her and I grab it for stability. It’s only now, inches away from her, staring directly into my sister’s eyes that I realize she’s gotten me hard again. Her wet hair is plastered all over her head, a look that I would have said makes her look a little like a goblin just last week. Now though, it only serves to enhance her natural beauty. She bites her bottom lip; it makes my heart melt.

This is wrong, we said we were going to take it slow. But I kiss her, pushing her back against the wall as our lips meet. She whimpers into my mouth and throws her arms over my shoulders. She pulls me in, and our tongues slide together, wriggling around each other.

This is wrong, she’s my twin sister. But I press against her anyway, my hard cock sandwiching between our stomachs as we make out. I don’t think she’s ever touched it before, not fully hard and exposed like this. She sighs into my mouth at the touch, recognizing it for what it is. I pull back for a breath and look into her eyes, searching for reluctance or something that tells me we’ve gone too far. It isn’t there, her eyes contain only desire, so I kiss her again. She meets me halfway, and the kisses become more frantic.

This is wrong. We shouldn’t be doing this, especially not where others can see. One hand comes off the wall behind Lauren and traipses down her body, enjoying every contour and curve provided until it finds the ass that started all of this. I don’t pinch this time, just gently cup one cheek and slowly squeeze. Not a forceful squeeze, but enough to feel her ass between my fingers and enjoy the feel of her. She moans into my mouth in response and redoubles her efforts to kiss my brain away.

This is wrong. But it feels so fucking right. It’s her turn to move now, and she pushes back against my hips, forcing my legs out. I have to grab the wall again for stability and abandon my grip on her ass. But I’m rewarded by her hand trailing down my stomach to my cock. She hesitates, both in our kiss and with her fingers, and I break the kiss to look into her eyes.

“It’s ok, we don’t have to go any further,” I tell her.

“I know,” she says, “but… I…” she looks away for a moment and then back into my eyes, “I’ve never touched a dick and I can’t stop thinking about your cock pulsing in my hand and it’s driving me insane.”

“There’s no rush. Whatever makes you comfortable and happy.”

She nods, and then I feel her fingers wrap around my shaft, her palm against one side of my cock. “This makes me happy,” she whispers. I hiss in pleasure and my head falls forward to kiss the spot where her neck meets her shoulder as her arm slowly moves up and down, my sister giving me her very first handjob.

“Fuck, Lauren,” I gasp into her body, needing to occupy myself with kissing her or I’ll spend all my time whimpering and moaning.

“It throbs…” she says quietly, stroking me with all the care and attention of a scientist about to write a report on the experience. “I like the feel of the head, and that ridge there, when my hand brushes over it,” she says, “it feels… right somehow.”

“I like that too,” I grunt into her shoulder, making her giggle.

She strokes me for a few more seconds in near silence, just her labored breathing and my kissing to provide a soundtrack.

“Is it ok if I don’t finish you?” She stops jerking me and rests with her hand loose around the head of my cock.

“Is everything ok?” I ask, pulling back to look at her properly.

“Yeah. Well… yes. I think,” she says quietly. “It’s just… in the water I think it felt weird but I know if we go somewhere else the feeling will fade and I’ll think about what we’re doing and I’ll get in my own head about it and I’m sorry. I’m sorry, Joe.” She fully takes her hand off my dick and puts it on my shoulder.

“For what?”

“For not making you cum, for getting you worked up and giving you blue balls or whatever, for being weird about how much I want to do. For being confusing. For… for everything.”

“Stop,” I say firmly. “Lauren, look at me.” I wait until she complies before I continue. “I am fine. I’m more than fine. I am very ok with everything we’re doing, including you stopping, and just jerking me a little, and the confusing feelings we both have. I love you, Lauren. More than anything in the fucking world. Not an exaggeration. You’re the best part of my life, and having these new parts to share together is exciting and so hot and it only makes me love you more.” She nods and I kiss her gently. “We are going to be ok. No matter how slow we go, or however this takes shape, your happiness is always the most important thing for me.”

“I feel the same way,” she says, a wry smile coming over her face, “it feels cheap to just say that but you said all the stuff I feel, but before I could. So… yeah. I feel the same way.”

We float there for a moment, and then I kiss her again before drifting away. “So what defeats Bootypincher, do you think?” I ask. She laughs, and the moment of sexual tension dissipates. We’re just siblings again. Siblings that are slowly learning how to navigate our intense sexual desire for each other, but siblings.

The swimming becomes our focus, leading to stupid races that Lauren always wins, some diving competitions with pool toys found in the shed, and several breaks to drink more water and keep ourselves from doing anything too stupid in the hot California sun. You know, like getting heat stroke or something.

Eventually we’ve had enough of the sun and the water and we get out and dry ourselves off. Even just running a towel over her body, Lauren manages to look super cute. Maybe it’s the way she has to touch herself to properly dry off, or the alluring sight of the towel covering part of her body. I’ve gotten used to seeing her naked, even though it still turns me on, and watching her cover a part of herself makes me want to see more of her. I need the return to the new normal of having her body fully on display for me, as pathetic as that sounds.

Once we’re dry, we head inside where it is blessedly cool, and set about trying to find ways to spend our time before the others arrive. There’s an understanding between us, unspoken but true nonetheless, that we should do our best to keep our incestual activities as secret as we can. Obviously Ms. Larson knows, and Julie and Delilah know. But keeping it from the other students just seems like a smart move. They’ll find out eventually, but our first impression with new people being that we’re twins who fool around doesn’t feel good. It’s accurate, but that’s a bad jumping off point.

Despite that, we have some time yet, and our hands link again and we head upstairs to poke our heads around the game room. We decide that the best way to kill time, other than anything sexual which would be fun but potentially damaging to our relationship, is to do a tournament of games.

She beats me in air hockey, I win in the worst game of pool anyone has ever played ever, and we decide to settle things with cards. As the gods always intended, we play War. Mostly because we don’t really know any other card games for just two people, but also it’s comfortable. We don’t have to think too much about it, and we can banter and joke easily while we play.

I’m down to just six cards left when Delilah pokes her head into the room. She looks disappointed for a second, as if she had been hoping to catch us having sex. She recovers quickly, however, and smiles. “They’re here! Come on down and meet everyone!” And then she’s gone.

“Welp, can’t finish the game, that’s a shame, must be a draw!” I say, tossing my cards into the middle of the table and standing up. “We gotta go meet our new housemates!” I say, quickly walking to the door to follow Delilah.

“Hey!” Lauren shouts after me, gently setting her massive stack of cards down on the table, “we’re coming back to this so you can finish losing!” She says as she scampers to catch up to me. I walk away faster, not quite running, but definitely speed walking. “No no no, come back here! Face defeat!” She’s running at me, I can hear her back there pounding towards me. I turn to face her right before she reaches me, and she stops just shy of fully tackling me.

“You making me run is a war crime right now,” she whines. “My legs are still weak, painful noodles after yesterday’s workout.” She leans against me for support as we continue downstairs.

“Do you need me to carry you down there?” I suggest with a grin.

“Not down the stairs,” she looks pensively at the long staircase in front of us

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“Yeah, I couldn’t actually do it.”

Lauren jabs my ribs with one nuclear bomb of a finger. “You calling me fat?” Even if I had said those exact words she would know I was joking. There’s even a little smile on her lips.

“No dear sister,” I put a hand on my chest, “I’m calling myself weak.”

“Good answer,” she gives me another, much gentler, poke to the side, and we’re off. We talk idly about what we’re expecting from the newcomers, even though that title more accurately applies to us in this house, and about whether the pictures are going to do Alex and Kayla justice. Both of us are oddly nervous about meeting new people, not normally something we worry about, but knowing they’re going to be naked and living with us has us on edge.

Soon enough our conversation dies down and we find ourselves waiting next to Ms. Larson in the foyer, waiting for them to come out of the changing room. Oddly, neither of us has been back in there since we arrived, but I guess we haven’t had to go anywhere. Haven’t really been able to, not being able to drive and all that. The sound of voices comes out of the room, steadily rising in volume, until the door opens and an Asian girl steps out.

Her hair is wavy, down to about her shoulders, and is black but with a streak of deep blue that runs down past her right eye. Perky C cup breasts stand straight off of her slender frame, and a tight bubble butt back there as she strides into the room, frustration evident on her face. Deep brown eyes look around the room, drinking in the sight of me and Lauren, looking us up and down quickly, and then they settle on Ms. Larson.

“Thank fucking God we’re here, holy shit,” she grumbles, throwing herself into a long hug with Ms. Larson, wrapping her arms around her and pressing her head against the taller redhead’s shoulder. She’s shorter than either of us, and looks like she takes care of herself well, with her body in excellent condition. Fuck, she’s hot. She’s upsettingly hot right off the bat.

“It’s good to see you too, Alex,” Ms. Larson says, patting her bare back with one hand. “Is everything ok? You seem… agitated about something.”

“Ugh,” Alex scoffs, and pulls away from the hug, looking up at Ms. Larson with adoration for a moment. “Just… Kayla and Tyler are having a thing and it was unpleasant being stuck in the car with them for so long while they bickered.” She shakes her head, and then looks up at me and Lauren. “You must be Joe and Lauren! Pleasure to meet you,” she says, extending her hand to each of us in turn.

“Yeah, uh, nice to meet you too,” I say marveling at how soft her hands are. It’s like shaking a cloud of baby dreams.

Lauren just smiles and nods. I can see the hint of a blush on her cheeks; she must think Alex is as attractive as I do.

“What do you do?” She asks. When she sees my cocked head and look of confusion, she clarifies her question for me, “What are you studying in school? What are your artistic desires?”

“Oh,” right, that’s a normal question for our situation, “Writing and directing. Film specifically.. Or, I guess, just anything on a screen, not stage.”

“Double threat, cool as shit,” she says.

“He’s good,” Ms. Larson chimes in. Alex nods, and turns to Lauren, the same question is unspoken but hangs in the air.

“I’m an actress, uh, well, I want to be,” Lauren says softly. “And how about you?”

“Production design,” Alex responds, “Specifically for theater sets, but I also enjoy art in general, so I really enjoy doing posters for movies and stage shows.”

“You’re a real artist?” I ask.

She shrugs in response, “Aren’t we all?” She smiles at me, and I smile back. Her smile is delightful, all pure white teeth and bright eyes. A smile that shows she really means it every time. And then it vanishes as the door to the changing room opens up.

“Well even a single fucking text would have been nice!” This is a female voice. Kayla, then, most likely. She sounds incredibly angry with who I can assume is Tyler, but my mind glazes over her voice for a moment as I look at her body. Breasts that barely protrude from her body, but pert nipples that draw my eyes anyway. Toned body, almost as fit as Serena’s, but less of a warrior goddess and more of a lithe assassin build, if we stick to the fantasy metaphor. Her legs and ass are toned, fit, and genuinely a little terrifying. Well, I call them terrifying, but the only image that comes to my mind is that of her squeezing those thighs around my head while I eat her shaved pussy.

I blink myself back to reality in time to catch up with the conversation. “You told me you were going to be busy all summer and I shouldn’t bother texting!” Tyler responds. He’s a big guy, easily 6’2 or so, with a blonde beard and short blond hair. I’m, shamefully, a little pleased to see that his cock is about the same size as mine, at least while it’s soft. It could grow a lot, but the competitive, idiot ape in me is happy with the current state of things. He also has a camera around his neck, a real one not a little digital thing.

“Well that’s not what I meant, clearly!” She shouts back. Kayla takes a deep breath as she approaches. “Sorry Ms. Larson, he’s been on my fucking nerves all day.” Tyler scoffs behind her as Kayla gives Ms. Larson a deep hug and a long kiss on the lips. They linger long enough that I feel vaguely uncomfortable just watching them, and then they pull apart and Kayla turns to appraise my sister and I as Tyler greets Ms. Larson.

We go through the same song and dance with both of them as we did with Alex. Names and specific interests are traded. Kayla studies dance of all natures, while Tyler is a photographer and cinematographer. That explains the thighs and the camera respectively. Once introductions are complete, Kayla shoots Tyler a glare and stomps off to the kitchen, her anger clearly not yet dissipated.

“Julie, my lovely goddess of the kitchen!” She shouts as she walks off, “Do I smell lamb?!”

“Well…” Ms. Larson says, looking in the direction Kayla stormed off, “you want to tell me what that’s about?” She turns towards Tyler, who sighs.

“I got a girlfriend and it isn’t Kayla and she’s mad about it.”

Ms. Larson nods slowly. “Good for you. Let’s get some lunch, and you can tell me about her.” Tyler grins at that and walks towards the kitchen with Ms. Larson, following Kayla at a respectable distance.

“So,” Alex says, looking at me and Lauren, “to get you caught up on the constant drama train that is Kayla and Tyler,” she rolls her eyes, making no move towards the kitchen yet, “because this shit is likely to be a constant thing for the rest of the year until Kayla graduates. When Tyler was a freshman, he and Kayla started dating, and they’ve dated off and on for the past two years. They’ll do like… this fight bullshit and split up and then a month later they’re fucking again and going gaga for each other. It’s annoying as shit.” She runs a hand through her hair.

“Anyway, they broke up again at the end of last year, big whole fucking production, and it looks like Tyler met a girl while he was back home for the summer. And now he’s dating that girl, and he told Kayla he’s not going to fuck her, or anyone else for that matter, because he really likes this girl and doesn’t want to cheat on her. So yeah, now you get to be part of the drama too. Yaaaaay.” She mock celebrates, waving her hands back and forth in the air.

“Wow,” is all Lauren can say in response at first. “Is she gonna be like this all year?”

“Nah,” Alex shakes her head, “I give it a week, maximum, of her being a massive turbo bitch, and then she’ll chill. If I know Kayla, and I feel like I do, she’s gonna find some guy at school this year and calm down once she starts getting laid again.” Alex looks over me for a moment, and then shrugs. “Unless you start banging her. That might relax her.”

I blush at this. Obviously we all knew sex was a possibility, but to have it mentioned so casually, and in front of this girl I’m rapidly developing a crush on every time she widens her eyes in my direction or smiles at me, makes me feel uncomfortable.

“Oh uh, I mean, maybe but unlikely, you know? Not uh… not exactly something I’m worried about,” I reply shakily.

Alex raises an eyebrow at me. “You a virgin? It’s cool if you are; I was when I got here.” I nod and she smiles at me, a quick glance of her eyes up and down my body accompanying the smile.

“Yeah, I’m a virgin,” I respond, trying hard to meet her eyes and not stare at her tits. It’s a very difficult game and I’m losing.

“And you, Lauren?” She turns, her hips swinging alluringly and her tits jiggling as she shifts her body to look at my sister. It’s too early for me to be losing my mind over this girl, but here we are.

My sister nods back to Alex. ” Yeah, also a virgin.”

Alex giggles and looks back and forth between us. “Well that’s a shame for you. Unless you like girls.” Then she raises an eyebrow, “Do you like girls? I enjoy a girl here and there, and Ms. Larson very much prefers women, so it’s not like you’d be alone. And I know for a fact Kayla likes girls. Hell, Kayla might only like Tyler when it comes to boys. Hard to say.” With every word, Lauren blushes a little more, and Alex finally catches on and stops herself from continuing to ramble.

“I’m still figuring that part of myself out,” Lauren says quietly. “But… I think maybe?”

Alex shrugs as if she doesn’t care about Lauren’s sexuality, despite the clear interest I can see in her eyes at the possible answer. “Ok, cool. I remember those days. I didn’t think I was bisexual when I got here, but then Ms. Larson changed that real fucking quick.” Hmmm, where have I heard that before? Sounds like Ms. Larson has that effect on girls. “Anyway, wanna get lunch? If Julie really did make lamb, and Kayla’s nose is never wrong, then you’re in for a treat. She makes these delicious gyros, right? She apparently learned how to make them…” I follow her as she rambles on about Julie and the first time Alex tried her gyros and how they’re made. It’s interesting, but my mind is currently on other issues. Namely, how absurdly hot Alex is, and how easily she’s opened herself up to us.

Kayla has already made herself a plate and is animatedly talking with Julie by the island, occasionally shooting looks at Tyler while he makes himself a plate, still talking with Ms. Larson. I don’t hear any of either conversation, but Tyler and Ms. Larson head out to the dining room to finish whatever they’re talking about, probably Tyler’s new relationship and how to navigate things with Kayla.

“Aw shit yeah,” Alex says, pumping a fist at the sight of the food. “Julie, you fucking beautiful woman, you made gyros!” Julie holds a finger up to Kayla and hugs Alex, greeting her briefly while Lauren and I make up our plates. Pita bread, the option of tzatziki or some garlic sauce thing, lettuce, cucumber, and crumbled cheese, all combine to make a beautiful little wrap. Falafel on the side, and a homemade fruit drink. Julie really went all out on this, and it looks absurdly delicious.

“I like to make favorites for the first day back,” she grins at Alex, and then at us, and then turns back to continue her conversation with Kayla, who has noticeably relaxed since Tyler left the room. I wonder how much she loves him, for this to be the effect. Or if she just misses having sex with him and there’s no true love there. What the fuck do I know though? I’ve never been in love.

A quick look towards my sister makes me rethink that.

I make my plate and join Alex and Lauren in the dining room to chat while we eat. We give Tyler and Ms. Larson some room to have whatever conversation they’re having, and sit at the other end of the table.

“What do you guys do for fun?” Alex launches us into the next topic conversation as we all try to get to know each other. Alex is, both short term and long term, the housemate I’m most interested in having a good relationship. We’re going to be with her for three years, barring some kind of tragedy.

“Uh, movies,” I say with a smile, “Making, watching, writing. All movies and shorts and stuff.”

“And board games and some video games, and racquetball when we can,” Lauren adds. She chews her gyro for a moment. “Wait, Joe, are we boring?”

“No no,” Alex laughs, “not at all. Movies are awesome, and if you’re good enough at them to have gotten here, then they must be great. Worthy thing to spend your time on,” she gives that smile again and I think my heart skips three beats.

“How about you?” I ask, wanting to hear her say more words. Any words, really. I’m not picky.

“I play a fuck load of video games,” she says with a shrug, “I actually stream on Twitch, not a huge stream, but like eight hundred viewers usually.”

“I assume you don’t use a camera,” I say, gesturing to her nudity.

She laughs, shaking her head. “I’m a Vtuber,” she explains.

“A what?”

“It just means I use a digital avatar thing instead of my real self. I can’t wear clothing and stuff, obviously. And Twitch would ban me if my tits were out on steam. Soooo, I use a digital avatar instead. I could just go with no camera at all but it has notable effects on viewership.” She shrugs and eats more of her gyro, happily munching away at the spiced meat surrounded by vegetables.

“Oh that’s awesome!” Lauren says with genuine excitement. “What kinds of games do you play?”

“I’m a big fan,” Alex says, chewing slowly and clearing her mouth before continuing, “Of rogue-likes and the Souls games. Bloodborne is a fuckin’ masterpiece, but I like anything with some difficulty.”

I’ve heard some of those words before. Lauren and I aren’t big video gamers, and basically everything we play involves some couch co-op in some way. I’m aware of the Souls games and their notorious difficulty, but never touched them myself.

“Well that’s cool,” I say with a smile, “I imagine you have a pretty dedicated group of viewers?”

“Yeah,” she replies, “I like doing silly challenge runs or stupid stuff to mix it up. I mean, I’ve played through all these games so much that the base game just bores me, but I like to keep things fresh for both me and the viewers.”

“And it makes you money?” I ask.

“Not a shit ton, but some good spending money. It helps that all my basic needs and then some are taken care of by Ms. Larson, so everything I get from streaming goes to fun stuff or into savings.”

We talk more about her streaming career, if that’s the right word for it, and about the movies Lauren and I have made. I get the feeling, watching her eyes flit back and forth between us, that she can sense there’s more to our relationship than just siblings. She might not know exactly what amorphous, developing situation we have, but it’s something.

When lunch is finished, and we’re done devouring the deliciousness that Julie made for us, Lauren stretches and yawns. She leans back in her chair and pats her little tummy, looking as satisfied as I’ve ever seen her.

“Ok, that was great,” Lauren says with a sleepy grin.

“Right?” Alex jumps in, “Julie’s gyros kick dicks. She’s a fucking wizard.” Alex has a way of speaking that is simultaneously disarming and endearing. It helps that everything is said with a smile that makes you think she really means whatever she’s saying and is really invested.

“Uh, yeah. Definitely kicked those dicks, I think,” Lauren says hesitantly, earning a wide grin from Alex. “But uh, after the swim and everything this morning, I’m gonna take a nap. I can barely keep my eyes open. I’ll see you guys later,” she says, patting my knee affectionately as she gets up and takes her plate to the kitchen.

“So, after lunch, you wanna help me put my computer together?” Alex asks, looking at me from across the table.

“I have no idea how to put a computer together,” I say with a laugh, “I’ve only ever played on consoles.”

“Oh, that’s fine,” she waves a hand dismissively, “I don’t need actual help, I just need someone to hand me parts and pieces and hold stuff steady and provide some conversation so I don’t go blind with boredom.”

“Oh, ok, I can handle that,” I smile at her.

“I’m sure you can, big boy,” she teases me and I think I turn into a puddle. I’m just a little puddley goo boy for a moment before I snap back to reality. Stay cool. Stay cool.

We clean up our dishes, compliment Julie again on the food, and head on up to Alex’s room. I get a glance from Kayla that says… something. It had the general vibe of displeasure or disappointment, but I’m not sure what exactly it is supposed to mean. Conversely, Ms. Larson gives me a smile, happy to see that I’m already making friends with one of my housemates.

Alex tells me about her upbringing as we head upstairs. Raised in New York, five siblings–five more like her? I hope they’re all sisters–and found alive of design in her high school theater. She loved drawing the posters, designing sets, and helping bring a whole production together on an aesthetic level. I can understand that, even if it isn’t my thing specifically. She found gaming at a young age, as a way to connect with her older brother who was eight years older than her–fuck, not all sisters–and kept at it ever since. Even the way she talks about normal things is infectious and delightful. I’ve quickly developed a crush, and I hope it isn’t too evident.

When we get to her room, someone has already brought up all of her bags and boxes. It looks like one is general stuff, and then there are two boxes full of monitors, computer equipment, and an Xbox controller. “If you play a Souls game with mouse and keyboard you deserve to be shot,” she explains matter of factly. I’m not willing to debate her on that, mostly because I have exactly zero feelings on the subject, but also because it was said with such conviction that it must be correct.

I sit on her bed and bring her cables when she needs them and we talk. It’s nice, and it’s easy and I like getting to know her. Even if she wasn’t drop dead gorgeous, I’d still really enjoy talking to her. But she’s hot. And that tends to throw me off a little. Soon enough, her computer is all set up, and she lets it boot up and test everything out, ensuring it’s all plugged in properly with no issues. Both of her monitors are crisp and clean and beautiful displays, and I’m honestly, for a moment, a little jealous.

“Do you wanna play stuff with me sometime?” She asks suddenly, looking at me with a grin, “I mean, I could teach you. If you’re up for it you could even come on the stream, that would be solid content. ‘Teaching the noob how to play Dark Souls’. People love that shit.”

“So I’m just driving views for you?” I joke.

“Yes. And we get to hang out and have fun together. It’s a win-win.”

“Definitely. I think it would be fun.” And I mean it when I say it.

“Cool.” She turns back to her computer for a moment, clicking through some prompts and running some tests. While they run, she turns back to me. “Do you wanna kiss me?”

“Uh, what?”

“It’s not a trick question, Joe,” she says gently, “I’m not going to be upset if you say yes or only kiss you if you say no like it’s some test of your chivalry, that shit is dead anyway. I’m not stupid, I’ve seen you checking me out. You’re cute. And maybe I just think that because I haven’t been kissed or seen a penis in a while. But maybe not.” She shrugs as if this is a normal conversation. “But if you’re not into me, that’s cool. I respect that.”

“It’s not that I don’t think you’re attractive or anything. Just took me by surprise.”

“That I was so forward? If we want something, we should go after it.”

“Well yeah, but also surprised you thought I was cute.”

“Oh, well stop that shit right now. That self doubt stuff? Not gonna fly around me.” She stands up out of her seat and walks over to me, sitting next to me on the bed.

“I’m not saying we should have sex right now. I’m kinda tired and not sure I would be any good for your first time.” Well that’s something to look forward to though. “But I wouldn’t mind a kiss or two. Or ten.”

I’m not sure where my moments of bravery come from. If it’s some deep reservoir of courage that is only tapped in dire circumstances, or if perhaps my ancestors are watching over me and taking turns possessing me with ancient Viking power to push me to great moments. But a switch flips in me and I lean in, one hand going to her arm, and I pull Alex close and kiss her.

She seems surprised that I actually did it. That makes two of us.

Alex recovers quickly and kisses me back. Soft, gentle, slow. I feel her hand cup my cheek and pull me towards her, and then our tongues meet and I melt. I groan softly into her mouth and she moans quietly into mine. Little noises. Noises of pure pleasure as we mix our saliva together.

She pulls back for a moment and looks into my eyes. “See? All good. Just some kissing. You’re not half bad at that.” She gives me a few more little smooches, lips against lips and nothing more, and then sits back. “I’d be open to more of that, in the future,” Alex giggles.

“Should we sign a contract or something?”

“Nah,” she trails a finger along my jaw from my ear to my chin, and then pulls it away, tucking some of her hair behind her ear. “I think we’ll just go with the flow. See where we wind up. Contract seems like a good way to end up like Kayla and Tyler.”

“Good. I’m looking forward to getting to know you better, Alex. Which… what’s Alex short for?”

“Alexandra,” she replies, “but only my mom calls me that, so if you use that full name with me I will punch you in the dick so hard it’ll stop time.”

“Alex it is.”

“Alex it should stay, Joseph,” she teases.

I just grin back at her and shift slightly back and forth on the bed, not sure of where I should be going now. Part of me wants to kiss her again–a big fucking part of me to be honest–but it feels like the moment has passed, the experimentation has ended for now. It’s unlikely that the girl who made out with me after knowing each other for about an hour will never want to do anything with me again. Especially with how open and casual she was talking about potential sex between us.

“So, uh, should I leave and let you have some alone time to relax after traveling literally all the way across the country?” I ask, shifting away and getting ready to stand up.

“You don’t have to,” she says with a shrug. “Like, you don’t have to hang out with me if you don’t want to, but I’m not planning on kicking you out. Yeah, I’m tired as hell, and not up for going on a run or swimming or something…” She stands up and takes my hand, pulling me up with her. “But if you wanna go watch a movie together and chill, I would love the company.”

My eyes light up at that. Movie with a cute girl? That’s almost a date. I grin at her. “Any preferences on what we watch?”

“Classic comedy? Thinking something dumb… American Pie work for you?” she drops my hand and walks towards the door.

“Uh huh,” I nod, “I’m down.” And with that, we’re off. I try not to think about what happened last time I watched a movie in the theater. It’s hard though, pun not intended, because I’ve literally only watched one movie here and it ended with me cumming for Julie. Probably won’t happen again though.

We chat some more while we walk to the theater. It’s not a long walk, just long enough for us to trade some of our favorite movies and TV shows. It’s not super deep conversation, but it’s nice to have even a little more information on her to go on. Even something as silly as a favorite movie can tell you a lot about a person.

The theater is blessedly empty, though I wasn’t really expecting anyone to be in there. I take a spot on the couch, the part that extends out and lets me stretch, while Alex gets the movie set up. Then she crawls onto the couch next to me and sits close enough we could touch without much effort. No effort at all, really.

Close enough to be intoxicating. I turn to look at her and feel lighter. Like I’m filled with helium. Had I really kissed that girl? That one, right there? Had that divine being actually kissed me back? The taste of her lips on mine lingers, sweet enough to leave me wanting more, like a child chasing a sugar high.

But we don’t kiss, not yet. We just settle in and start to watch the movie. Soon that tension fades, that incredible desire to do anything and everything to and with her becomes nothing more than background noise. At the forefront of my mind, instead, is the movie, and the conversation we have during it. With certain movies the idea of someone talking to me constantly throughout would annoy me. Not this movie and not this girl. It’s a dumb comedy, and talking about what parts of it make us laugh is half the fun. She’s funny too, it’s almost upsetting. But I’m still smiling.

We’re maybe twenty-five or thirty minutes into the movie when I hear the sound of footsteps coming into the room. I sit up and turn around to see Lauren smiling at me.

“Hey,” she says.

“I thought you were taking a nap,” I reply.

“I did. I stopped being a person for a half hour of glorious sleep and now I’m up. Thought you might be up here when you weren’t in your room.”

“Watching American Pie, wanna join?” Alex asks, also popping her head up. I can’t quite read the expression on Lauren’s face when she sees Alex sitting right next to me. Is it jealousy? Just surprise? She smiles though, and comes around the couch to join us. Alex pats the couch next to her, indicating where Lauren should sit.

She joins us, sitting on the opposite side of Alex from me, and we start the movie up again, now with one more person to add to the running commentary of bad jokes and conversation about the movie. Alex fits easily into the dynamic Lauren and I have cultivated for 18 years. She’s only ever a half step behind where Lauren and I land on a joke, which is impressive because when it comes to stuff like this Lauren and I basically operate with one mind. I’m growing more and more comfortable with her by the minute, and glad for it.

At some point, and I can’t say exactly when she starts or when I notice it, I become aware of the fact that Alex’s hand has drifted down her body and is gently touching between her legs. I can’t see much of what she’s doing, her fingers are hidden by the curve of her hips and her thighs. Her arm is shifting though, gentle micromovements that betray her to even my untrained eye for female masturbation. I shift to watch her more directly, not wanting to miss anything in case she stops soon. She notices, turning to look at me and blushing a little, biting her lip. Her eyes widen, and then nearly close, eyes turning to slits.

She lifts the remote with her free hand and pauses the movie. Lauren looks over, and immediately blushes when she notices what Alex is doing.

“Hey so…” Alex starts, sitting up a little, “I’ve been horny as fuck all day. Travel always makes me horny, knowing I was going to be meeting both of you, seeing everyone else again, and then actually seeing that you’re both actually cute.” Of course, as twins, we look away when she calls us cute. I’m not which of us it affects more, me or Lauren. “I… I wasn’t planning on doing this. But the lewd jokes, the little bits of stuff, it’s getting me going and being sandwiched between you two is only exacerbating it. If you guys want, I’ll go back to my room and masturbate. Or… Or I can just do it here if you want to join in or just watch or whatever.” The look on her face tells me clearly which she wants us to choose, but she’s still giving us a choice.

I look across her body to Lauren. My sister hasn’t looked up from Alex’s hand down between her legs fiddling with herself. She’s still watching, waiting for the asian beauty’s hand to continue moving. “I’m ok with it,” I say quietly, “more than ok with it, really.”

My words seem to snap Lauren out of her trance. “Yeah. Not uh… not a problem here if you want to take care of yourself.”

“Good,” Alex replies, and just like that she starts up the movie again, leaning back and getting comfortable. Her legs spread a bit more, now that she can be open about what she’s doing, her hand moves more aggressively, and she makes noises now. Soft and quiet at first. Little moans and grunts that draw me in more than loud ones would. Whimpers of pleasure as her fingers find her clit and slowly circle the pleasure button. Watching and listening to her, with that body, has my cock quickly rising to fully erect. It certainly doesn’t help that I’ve made out with my sister and felt her up twice today but haven’t gotten any real release. Instead, I’m all worked up and a gorgeous girl is touching her pussy right next to me. Of course I’m getting hard super quickly.

I try my hardest to focus on the movie, but my eyes and ears keep coming back to Alex, and my hand slowly drops to my cock. Alex’s eyes meet mine as I start to slowly stroke myself and she grins, then looks down at what I’m doing. They widen. She stares. I feel so exposed in the best possible way. Her hand starts to move faster so I match her pace. There is clear and obvious arousal affecting her breathing. It comes in more shallow, sharper. I sigh, she quietly moans, and from the other side of Alex I hear Lauren squeak.

My sister’s eyes are saucers as she looks between Alex and I. The movie is forgotten, just background noise for our real activity. A shifting in Lauren’s posture is all the indication I need that she is joining us in masturbating. Three teens side-by-side, touching ourselves. Ms. Larson is probably having the time of her life watching us.

“Lauren,” Alex is the first to speak and break the spell. My hand slows but doesn’t stop as I listen to what she has to say. “Have you ever done anything with a girl? Anything at all?”

“Um,” she blushes and nods, “last night, Ms. Larson made my cum twice.” Alex nods back at her like this was expected.

“I remember when she did that to me the first time… did you touch her at all?”

“Just some kisses.”

“Is it ok if I touch you?” Alex asks softly. I think Lauren melts. Her eyes widen, lips tremble, and she nods.

“Are you sure you want to?”

“Yes,” Alex whispers, “You’re cute. More than cute. And I’m horny and I want you to join me in this.”

“Ok,” Lauren replies quietly. I’m an observer at the moment, which is half disappointing and half intensely arousing. I can still stroke my cock though, stroke and watch as Alex takes her hand off of her own pussy and carefully moves it across Lauren’s body, sliding along her thigh towards her sex. A sharp intake of breath from Lauren is the best indication I get that Alex’s hand has found its mark, fingers playing across my sister’s pussy. Lauren’s eyes close. She moans, quiet and soft, almost like an afterthought. Like she had forgotten she was supposed to do that when she felt pleasure.

I lift myself up and sit cross-legged, cock pointed out at the two girls sharing the couch with me. Slow strokes now, enjoying myself and the moment, not trying to rush to an orgasm. This gives me a better vantage at their activities.

Alex has a finger deep in Lauren, just one, but buried up to her second knuckle. Her movements are slow, gentle, and careful. There’s no urgency, she’s exploring and enjoying. Lauren’s back arches slightly, her head turns towards Alex and her mouth drops open in pleasure. In my own state of being teased I had forgotten that my twin was going through the same thing. Both of us had been stupid today. Stupid and horny and just smart enough to not let ourselves fall too far into depravity.

They kiss. I nearly miss it. But their lips touch, Alex shifting to raise herself up for more leverage, and pressing Lauren’s head back into the couch as they explore each other’s mouths. I know it has to be good, they’re both fantastic kissers. Somehow I’m jealous of both of them at the same time. Little moans escape from both of them, escalating more from Lauren as Alex finger fucks her more vigorously. The kiss breaks and Lauren’s moans turn into heavy panting. She’s gripping Alex’s arm hard, squeezing into her flesh with a grip of desperation.

“I’m going to make you cum,” Alex says in a very matter of fact manner, looking down at my sister’s closed eyes.

Lauren’s eyes open to slits, and she whimpers. “Fuck yes. Please. God I need it.”

“But not yet,” Alex whispers. “I want to try something I’ve never done before, is that ok?”

This earns a pitiful whine from Lauren but she nods. She knows as well as I do that she’ll get to cum eventually. Whether from herself or from Alex or… maybe from me. Alex grins though and pulls away, rolling back to laying on her back. She looks up at me and reaches over, her nimble fingers finding my cock. I gasp and pull my own hand away as she wraps her hand around me. Her other hand stays on Lauren’s pussy, now focused on her clit. Both hands move simultaneously, dexterous hands having no trouble stroking me while rubbing my twin sister’s clit.

We moan as one, because of course we do, both of us letting our pleasure at the hands of our new friend and housemate be very clearly known to anyone in earshot.

“Oh that’s fucking hot,” Alex murmurs, looking back and forth between us. “Always wanted to play with two people at once like this. It being twins is just… well fuck, you two are hot…” She trails off, looking between us with lust in her eyes. “You know… It’s ok if you want to touch me too.”

“Who, uh… ah fuck that feels good… who are you talking to?” I ask, gasping out words between desperate sounds.

“Both of you. Either of you. Whoever wants to.” Her voice is auditory sex. It’s a low purring that oozes desire and attraction and animalistic magnetism and raw eroticism and feelings I don’t have words to describe. Before I can form a plan or have any thoughts beyond the immediate intense need to touch her, my hand is on her chest, kneading her breast. I revel in the soft give of her boob beneath my fingers, the stiffness of her nipple against my palm. She grunts appreciatively, her chest pressing up into me as she arches her back. Then I feel fingers brush against mine and I notice that Lauren is fondling the other breast. Our eyes meet, both of us being pleasured by the girl we’re feeling up. Lauren looks away first, down along Alex’s fit body to her pussy, then up along her body again, following her arm to my cock. She watches that, the slow stroking Alex is delivering, while playing with our partner’s tit.

“Fuck…” Alex groans as we toy with her chest. “Yes, fucking please, yes…” her body is writhing slowly under our touch, but it doesn’t disrupt her rhythm on us. Her strokes stay even, still narrowing near the end as she gently squeezes the head, making me tingle every time. Her fingers on Lauren work at the same pace, but are entirely focused on her clit. Little circles around my sister’s pleasure center. Lauren’s body shakes as she gets closer to cumming, slowly but clearly wiggling back and forth under Alex’s ministrations.

I take my hand off her chest and she gives me a quick disappointed look and whimpers. The noise stops when I move my hand down to her pussy. It’s instead, replaced by a happy moan of ecstasy. This is what she had wanted. Fondling her chest is all well and good, but I can feel the heat coming from her loins, I can sense the desire and the overwhelming need to cum radiating off of her. Hell, I’d be able to tell she needs to cum even if I had never seen a woman before. Her need is obvious. And I plan to solve that problem.

I explore her slit, gently up and down her labia and then push a finger into her. It must have felt good if the way she grabs my dick is any indication. She slowly hisses like a balloon venting air, eyes closing for a moment, then they pop back open and she starts to grind her hips against my hand. Her stroking resumes, and I assume the work on Lauren’s clit with it.

My sister is writhing with more intensity now, her torso vibrating, back lifting off the couch and dropping hard again. Her hand still cautiously works Alex’s breast though, and I can see her fingers beginning to pinch and pull at the perky nipple. Alex responds in kind, moans elicited from from of our assaults on her body filling the room.

“Jesus fuck yes,” Alex grunts, “fuck I needed this, yes. Joe. Finger fuck me! Fucking harder!” I speed up, thrusting my finger faster into her, curling up inside like Julie taught me. Alex stops stroking me, instead just gripping my shaft hard, like she’s trying to choke it. Her hand on Lauren, however, hasn’t stopped. Still furiously fiddling away at Lauren’s clit.

Her breathing is choked and her grip on Alex’s breast is now solid, just holding on for dear life as our new friend pushes her closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy. “Oh God damn,” Lauren moans, “so… so close… Alex… fu–fuck.” Lauren opens her eyes wide and looks directly at Alex, it’s almost a look of shock on her face. “Alex. I’m fuck–fucking cumming!”

Alex presses her face against Lauren’s, pulling her hand away from my cock to cup Lauren’s cheek as they kiss. I notice just a smidge of my precum on her hand gets transferred into Lauren’s hair. Weirdly hot.

I pause with my finger deep inside of Alex and just watch as she makes Lauren cum. Lauren lifts her legs off the couch and I watch her toes curl as she brings her knees up towards her chest. She can’t go all the way, with Alex’s arm in the way, and her legs shoot back out, almost like she is jumping. Lauren groans hard into her current lover’s mouth, a noise that comes from deep within her core. I can see their tongues sloppily pressing against each other in the gaps between their lips, a sight that makes my cock throb with need for either one of them now–both of them if I’m lucky.

Lauren’s legs shake and she squeals, and then it’s over. She collapses onto the couch, panting, with not even enough energy to properly kiss Alex anymore. Her hips still grind against Alex’s hand, her body searching for more pleasure subconsciously. When Alex pulls her hand away, however, my sister falls still.

“That was fucking hot,” I mutter. My finger starts moving again inside of Alex, but my eyes stay on Lauren as her smaller chest rises and falls rapidly with her heavy breathing. Her face slowly relaxes as her body comes down from the intense high of her orgasm.

“Fuck yeah,” Alex agrees, turning back to me with a smile. “Now… How would you like to uh… move on a bit?”

I cock my head at her, “What do you mean?” I ask, still fingering her slowly.

“Joe,” Alex looks into my eyes, “do you want me to suck your cock?”

“Oh.”

She looks puzzled. “That’s… that’s not a yes.”

“I was surprised. Yes, please. Please yes Alex, please suck my dick.” I say. Lauren opens her eyes again and looks up at me. She smiles faintly, and slowly pushes herself up to a sitting position to watch us better.

“Then I need you to take your finger out of me,” Alex says with a giggle. “It feels good, don’t get wrong, but… it will make things difficult for me.” I reluctantly pull my finger out of her and lift it to my mouth to suck it clean of her juices. My eyes cross as I taste her; third pussy I’ve tasted, but I’m still not sure about who the second one was.

“Ok, part one done,” I smile at Alex, “you taste good, by the way.”

“Maybe soon,” she gets up on her hands and knees, and gestures for me to get on my knees as well, “you can taste it directly from the source.”

I rise to my knees, my cock twitching a bit from the thought of eating her out. Still haven’t done that with anyone, and it’s on my short list of desires. My mind goes blank, and all of these thoughts vanish instantly, however, when she takes my cock in her hand again and slowly strokes me. She spits on my dick, a thick glob of saliva that quickly gets worked into a slick sheen over my shaft and she strokes it. Alex grins wide up at me, winks, and then lowers her head, taking the tip of my cock into her mouth.

Her tongue circles the head, licking around the swollen glans even as her lips close just down past the ridge. I close my eyes as she begins to administer a tongue bath to the head of my cock, sloppily licking at it, her tongue rolling all over me and flicking out at the end. Her hand slowly works back and forth along my shaft, almost like she’s trying to pull my cock deeper into her mouth. Slowly, she takes more of me into her mouth. Her tongue keeps working, and she keeps slurping back and forth on me, while she takes another couple of inches into her mouth.

Alex stops halfway down my cock. That’s fine with me, that’s more than enough to make me pant with pleasure. My breathing quickly gets faster and faster as Alex sucks me faster and faster. Her head is bobbing along my cock, and the lewd noises of the blowjob provide the soundtrack for this magical experience.

Back and forth, up and down, she sucks me. Each time my head reaches her lips it quickly slides back in, massaged throughout by her tongue. She cups around my shaft and head with her tongue while she sucks me in, making it almost like a taco in her mouth and working over my cock. I’m panting, getting closer, feeling myself slowly slip off of the planet. Soon I’ll be floating amongst the stars in ecstasy.

And then she stops. She stops sucking, stops massaging my cock, even stops her little strokes along my base. All of that is replaced with a vibrating as she starts to moan.

I open my eyes and look down to see her eyes closed, my cock still half in her mouth, but she’s not moving. Then my peripheral vision picks up what is happening and my gaze slides along her bare back to where my sister has gotten up on her knees and is behind Alex, with her hand against Alex’s slit. Alex is moaning onto my cock, so whatever Lauren is doing back there, it must be good.

“Is this ok?” Lauren asks quietly.

Alex pulls back until my cock is fully out of her mouth and nods. “Yes. Is this the first time you’ve fingered someone else?”

“That obvious?” Lauren asks with a giggle.

“No just… hot to be your first. I’m horny as fuck, shouldn’t be hard to make me cum. Fingering a girl is easy,” Alex turns her head to look behind her at Lauren, “Do what you do to you, but on me.”

“Ok,” Lauren replies quietly. I can barely see what she does, but I do faintly see my sister slip a finger into Alex’s pussy.

“That,” Alex requests with a whimper, “do that.” Then she shudders, takes a moment to get used to the feeling of Lauren slowly fingering her pussy, and starts swallowing my cock again. She goes right back to where she was, but faster. Sucking at me with increased vigor, pushing me towards my orgasm with increased intensity.

The vibrations come along with her sucking, she groans onto my cock as Lauren fingers her, and it increases the pleasure immensely, forcing me closer and closer with every second. Drool spills from her mouth onto the couch, her eyes cross, but she still sucks.

“Alex…” I moan, “Oh fuck, Alex, I’m getting close.” She doesn’t stop, doesn’t even slow down, just keeps sucking like her life depends on it. Lauren shifts along the side of her, still fingering, now more fiercely, pumping two fingers in and out of Alex’s cunt. She reaches a hand for me, and I take it without thinking. Our fingers entwine and she looks at me with a faint smile.

“Make him cum, Alex,” Lauren whispers. “I love watching you suck him off…” Her voice is nearly inaudible, but the way my sister looks at me tells me everything I want to know, that look says more than a thousand words. Lauren wants a front row seat to my cumshot.

My grip tightens on Lauren’s hand, and my other hand gently grips Alex’s arm. I say gently, but as I’m rushed towards my orgasm I lose control of the concept of gentle. All that matters is Alex’s mouth on my cock, and Lauren’s fingers in mine.

Then it hits, the moment I’ve been waiting for. My orgasm arrives suddenly, I had thought it might be a few moments away still, but no, I’m hit with the force of a ten-ton truck slamming me in the pleasure center of my brain.

“Fuck, Alex, I’m cumming!” I shout, moaning loud. She goes faster, wanting to milk me properly over the edge. I look over at Lauren as I start to cum, and she kisses me. Her fingers stay buried in Alex, but her lips find mine and our tongues meet and I cum harder than ever in my life. I begin to pour cum out of my cock, a rocket of jizz spilling into Alex’s mouth, so much that she swallows the first two ropes, and then chokes, and has to pull my cock out of her mouth, spitting up some of my semen onto the couch beneath us. My next ropes fire off just as strong, splashing onto the tops of her tits, and landing in a puddle beneath her. Alex is panting and gasping as she looks up to see Lauren and I still deeply kissing, our tongue wrestling as I cum.

“Holy fuck,” she whispers, and she cums as well, her body shaking as she watches the incestuous act in front of her. She moans in pleasure, dropping down, away from Lauren’s fingers, and barely holds herself up as her legs spasm.

I barely notice it. I’m kissing my sister and it’s wonderful. When I’m done cumming, and the last drops of my load are dripping onto the couch, I finally pull away from the kiss and look into Lauren’s eyes lovingly. She looks back and for a moment, I forget Alex is there. And then she coughs up more of my cum and I look down at her, grinning sheepishly.

“Sorry,” I say softly.

“You’re fine,” she says with another cough. “Wasn’t uh… wasn’t expecting that much. And also wasn’t expecting to watch you two kiss. That was… fucking hot. Really fucking hot.”

“It’s… not normal for us yet. It’s new.”

“Well it’s fucking hot, have I said that yet?” Alex replies. She pushes herself up, cum splattered all over her body, some even in her hair, and she wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. She looks at us, the three of us all within a foot of each other’s faces. First she comes to me, kissing me gently, just with her lips, no tongue involved. Then Lauren, kissing her a little deeper than the one I got. Fair enough.

Alex pulls back from the kiss, scoops up a bit of my cum from her tits on one finger, and offers it up to Lauren. My twin hesitates. This is a big step for us. Huge, really. I think we both thought this day would come soon, but not this soon. And if I know Lauren, she was also picturing it coming directly from the source instead of scooped off of some other girl’s tits. Lauren looks at me, so I shrug. This is her choice. She looks back to Alex and then lowers her head and takes the finger in her mouth, sucking the entirety of it into her mouth and sucking it clean before popping it back out of her mouth.

The face she makes at the taste of my cum isn’t exactly encouraging. Granted, I’ve never tried the stuff, so it could be horrible. But part of me, the twisted pervert side, was desperately hoping that Lauren would randomly love the taste of my cum. Guess we can’t win them all.

“It’s… not the worst thing I’ve ever tasted,” she says after a moment.

“Yeah, you get used to it,” Alex says with a shrug, “mostly it’s fucking hot that it’s your brother’s load. Fucking hell.” She drops back onto the couch for a moment, before realizing what a mess we’ve made. “I think… well you’re both fantastic. And I’d like to do more of this.” She gets up, shivers, and then turns back to kiss me again. “I’m going to go clean up, and tell Delilah we need cleaning help. Then I’m going to go stream because I haven’t in days and I fucking miss it and you two fucked my brain back to normal.”

She stumbles off, muttering the word “twins” under her breath again and again.

I look at Lauren, and she looks back. Then we kiss again. Holding each other close, our sweaty bodies pressed together, we kiss more, hungrily. When we break apart, we’re panting, messy, and reluctant to leave the moment.

“Your cum tastes weird,” she says with a giggle. I frown and poke her in the side.

“Maybe my cum tastes better than all other cum in the world.”

“God, I hope not,” she says, shaking her head. “If that’s the case, I’m never sucking a dick.”

“That bad, huh?”

“Not bad, per se, just not great. Maybe it’s an acquired taste. Or maybe it just isn’t for me.”

“Maybe it’s just my cum,” I say softly.

“I hope not that either,” she responds in an equally soft voice. “I love you, Joe,” she murmurs. Lauren pulls me into a hug, just a sibling hug with no sexual connotations, and I hug her back. “I do love you, and this was incredibly hot. I… I definitely like girls.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“All girls?”

“At least Alex and Ms. Larson and Julie and Delilah and Serena and fucking Kayla even.”

“Might as well be all girls then, huh?” I ask with a grin. The hug breaks and we both slowly stand up.

“Might as well be.”

“Do you still like boys?”

“I like you. And I mean, Tyler is cute. But… he’s not you.” I feel my cheeks burn and I have to look away.

“Lauren…”

“I know,” she responds before I can even finish the thought.

“I love you,” I take her hand in mine, “and I like Alex.”

“You like like her?”

“What are we in middle school again?”

“Well?”

“Maybe,” I say honestly. “I don’t know. She’s…”

“Magnetic,” Lauren replies, “I get it. I can see why you like her. But you’ve only known her for like two hours.”

“It’s been a pretty busy two hours though.”

“Yeah, you’ve got me there.”

We’re silent for a moment, tottering to the door together on shaky legs.

“Don’t leave me,” Lauren says at the doorway.

“I need to clean up,” I gesture to the messiness around my quickly deflating cock.

“I didn’t mean right now. I meant… in general. In life.”

“You think I would do that?” A serious tone enters my voice. It isn’t there often, but Lauren knows I mean what I say. “You think I even could do that? Lauren, you’re my other half. I can’t… I can’t marry you. But I can love you with all of my being for as long as we live and I will never ever not be there for you.”

She sniffles and runs her hand across her eyes. I instantly pull her into a tight hug and she tucks her head into my neck. “Sorry,” she mumbles into my collarbone, “I don’t know exactly what hit me but something about seeing you and Alex together made me… I don’t know. It’s different than it was watching you and Julie. Alex is our age. It just hit harder after the sex was over… maybe… I don’t know.”

“I’m not going anywhere. Not without you. Ok?”

“Ok.” I kiss her forehead and end the hug. She smiles at me and looks down. “Now we both need cleaning,” she laughs.

We clean ourselves off in separate bathrooms. Probably a good idea because I also need to actually do bathroom stuff. While Lauren and I are open with each other normally and lately even more than usual, that’s one line I don’t think either of us is particularly champing at the bit to cross.

Lauren is waiting for me when I get out of the bathroom. We walk downstairs together, doing our best to keep our conversation light after the emotional moments after our encounter. Everything we said was true, but it doesn’t do us any favors to dwell on that at the moment.

When we get downstairs, Lauren slips away from me and heads into the kitchen to talk with Julie, who is putting the finishing touches on dinner. How has the time flown by so fast?

Tyler is standing outside by the pool, and I realize I have barely interacted with him. I should say something more than my name and hello to him.

“Hey,” I say, stepping out the sliding door and shutting it behind me. Yep, fucking blasted by heat again. It’s worse now than it was this morning, a wall of sweltering weight that wraps around me like a boa constrictor.

“Oh, hey!” He turns towards me and I see he has his camera in his hands. “I was just gonna do a walk around the grounds to shoot a little, get myself back in the head space for this place. You wanna come?”

It’s not something I thought I would be doing today, but why the hell not? “Uh, sure. I don’t know anything about still photography, but I’m interested.”

“Ah, well, it’s not super complicated,” Tyler says, starting to walk off across the yard towards the treeline at the back of the property. As he walks he goes into a detailed explanation of what he looks for in a shot, and how still photography compares to film. I learn that he is primarily interested in landscapes and real life shots. Something he sees, rather than sets up.

I watch him take pictures of a stand of trees that, at first glance, look just like trees. He shows me the picture though, and it looks like something else entirely. Almost as though the camera serves as a window to another realm that only he can see unaided. The way light plays through the branches, and the leaves are mid-rustle. I wouldn’t be surprised to see a fairy step out from behind a tree and start dancing and casting spells.

We continue our walk around the property, with him taking pictures and explaining what he looks for. At one point he asks if I’m comfortable having my own picture taken.

“Like right now?”

“No, right now is boring. Just in general.”

“You want blanket consent to take pictures of me?” I ask.

“Yep,” he responds with a laugh, “if I see a moment worth capturing, I don’t want to ask your permission every time and lose the perfect shot. I don’t plan on taking pictures of you fucking or jerking it or something. But we’re gonna see a lot of each other, even just living our lives here.”

“Well… when you say it like that, then sure.”

“Cool,” Tyler responds.

“So,” I say after a few more moments of silence where we walk and look at the scenery, “you and Kayla, huh?”

He laughs, a deep resonating sound that comes from his bones. “Yeah. Since basically the day I arrived. Off and on. Mostly off.” He shrugs. “She was my first. Even before Ms. Larson. And Kayla is… demanding.”

“Demanding?”

He shrugs, “She’s a lot. Dating her is. The sex is good, very good. But she’s a tornado of emotion and desire and it makes a relationship difficult. We broke up a lot and fought a lot. But we always got back together.”

“Not this time, though,” I say. It isn’t a question, and he looks at me with a smile.

“No. Not this time. My girlfriend and I met when we were young, grew up together as family friends. But this summer we… something changed, you know? It was three days after I got back. And our families got together and then we were getting high in the basement and chatting and the next thing I know we’re talking about a relationship and then we fucked and… I haven’t even thought about looking back since.”

Damn. That’s quick. Or maybe a long time coming, I’m not sure. “Do you love her?”

He nods, “Yeah. I think I loved her for a while and didn’t know it. But now that I know it I can look at her differently and realize what I’ve missed out on.”

“So you’re not going to do anything with anyone here this year?” I ask.

“Nope. I’m just gonna jerk off and text and sext my girlfriend and not let Kayla seduce me. Ms. Larson said she’s telling her staff that I’m not to be teased or anything, which is nice. So it’s really just Kayla to worry about.”

“Not worried about Alex or Lauren?” I ask, legitimately wondering.

“Nah. Don’t get me wrong, they’re both hot. But Alex is so relaxed and I don’t know Lauren well enough for her to push my buttons like that yet.” He shrugs as if this is a normal conversation. Maybe for here it is. “Besides, I’m really good at jerking off,” he laughs.

“Yeah, that makes sense,” I say, nodding along with his explanation.

“What about you?” He asks.

“Oh, uh, yeah, I’m not bad at it, I guess. I don’t really have a comparison though.”

“No, Joe,” he laughs, “Are you a virgin still? You have a girlfriend or anything?”

“Oh, uh. Yes and no. Yes I’m a virgin, no I don’t have a girlfriend.”

“Eyes on anyone here?”

“For a girlfriend or to have sex with?”

Tyler shrugs. “Either one I guess. I guess your sister is out of the equation, and you can’t really date any of the older women. But Ms. Larson is probably going to want to bang you soon. And I wouldn’t recommend dating Kayla, take that advice to heart. So really that just leaves Alex.”

“Huh, you broke it down pretty succinctly there,” I say with a laugh.

“Yeah, yeah, lemme rephrase. Do you like Alex?” He grins at the silly series of questions.

I shrug in response. “Yeah, I mean. She’s hot. She’s fun to be around. But I’ve only known her for a few hours.”

“True,” He says, and we walk in silence again. He stops every fifty feet or so and takes a picture of something he thinks deserves to be immortalized in his memory card. I don’t see the things he sees, but whenever I ask to see a picture it’s just like the first time–he shows me something beautiful captured in the frame.

“Was it weird for you at first?” I ask, looking up at him. He’s a good six inches taller than me, and easily eighty pounds of muscle heavier. He looks like a bear compared to me. A kind, friendly bear, but a giant nonetheless.

“The nudity?” He shrugs, “I barely remember it, been so long now. But yeah, I think so. I think it was weird more so that no one else thought it was weird. You at least moved in with your sister, so you both get to be out of your element together. I was alone, and eventually I got over it. I don’t know if I enjoy the nudity, ya know? But it’s not weird anymore.”

“How about the sex?”

“Yeah, that was super weird at first. Everyone was so casual. You get over that too though. It’ll take some time, but it’s only been a few days. You’ll figure it out.”

“Thanks, Tyler,” I say.

“No problem, man. It’s a wild fucking world you stepped into. And you haven’t even started school yet. Once classes start you’ll barely have time to think about your dick being out, let alone anything sexual. Plus, you might meet someone in class who doesn’t live at the house and that will open up new opportunities for you.” He slaps me on the back and laughs.

The rest of the walk is casual and easy. No big concerns, no worries about sex or nudity. Just two guys walking and talking and taking pictures. I also get to see the full extent of the grounds. It’s larger than I thought, which shouldn’t surprise me, but Tyler takes me all the way out to the outer fence of the property, and we walk down to the entrance gate as well, going the whole way on lush grass that looks like it is freshly trimmed daily.

On the way back to the house, Tyler pauses and looks at me. “You need any help or anything at any point, come talk to me. We gotta stick together here, we’re severely outnumbered.”

“Outnumbered? What do you mean?”

“Two dudes in this whole house, all these women. They’re gonna gang up on us. Make us watch romcoms and talk about feelings.” He laughs then, showing me it’s clearly a joke, and I laugh with him. It will be nice, though, to have someone around who there’s no chance of me trying to fuck.

When we get inside, there is a powerful smell permeating the house that instantly draws both of us into the kitchen. Almost everyone else is gathered there, chatting amongst each other and dishing out bowls of a soup that is quickly identified to be of the chicken tortilla variety.

“Oh, good timing!” Ms. Larson says with a smile in our direction, “I was just about to send someone out to track you two down. Grab a bowl and let’s eat!”

I spy Lauren across the room having a conversation with Kayla, while Alex and Julie are chatting about something. Alex catches my eye and gives me a slight smile. Julie notices this little moment and looks between us, then grins and returns to focusing on her conversation.

Dinner is marvelous as always. I sit between Lauren and Tyler and chat with Tyler about framing a shot. It’s slow, as both of us take our time savoring the soup and bread and the salad. Conversation is important and getting to know people is fun and cool and great. But fuck me the food is good.

Afterwards, when the food is gone and everyone is done consuming the beautiful things that Julie made, we slowly start to filter away. She’s explains she’s off to stream a bit more and then pass out. Tyler skips right ahead to passing out after a long day. Kayla and Lauren are quietly talking, and my sister looks over to me with a smile.

“Hey,” she says.

“Hey.”

“Kayla and I are uh, we’re gonna go to the hot tub. If you wanna join.”

“That sounds good, yeah.” I look around for a moment, and only realize what I’m doing when Lauren gives me a weird look. “I uh, I’m trying to remember if I had swim trunks,” I laugh. Lauren giggles with me and we follow Kayla, who is already striding ahead of us out to the hot tub.

It’s on the way to chilly outside now, the sun slipping towards the horizon and a breeze blowing over the flat grounds towards us after sloping down off the trees. My twin and I scamper across the patio to the hot tub, bare feet padding on cooling stone as we hurry to join our new housemate in the warmth and bubbly goodness of the jets.

“Ahhhh fuck,” Kayla moans as she slides into the water, “God that feels good.” She presses a few buttons on a control panel at the side of the hot tub and the jets turn up even higher, turning the surface into a roiling, bubbly mess. Lauren slips in first, and I follow right after, the three of us forming a triangle in the hot tub. It’s not particularly close quarters with the size of the thing, but any size hot tub comes with a feeling of intimacy that a standard pool simply cannot match.

The water is the perfect temperature, hot and steamy without being scalding. The jets blast around me, swirling the water into currents. I shift a little, moving only slightly closer to Kayla, to position myself right in front of one of the jets and let it massage my back like a wet version of one of those chairs at the mall.

“You two settling in ok at the house?” Kayla asks. She isn’t looking at us, she’s lounging back with her head resting against the edge of the tub.

“It’s a big change,” Lauren says. I can feel her feet tickling against my shins under the water as she lays out, stretching her body nearly flat in the water. “New house, new part of the country, new people…”

“Being naked all the time,” Kayla adds with a laugh. “Yeah, I get that.” Kayla sounds like she’s always bored with whatever conversation is happening, but I think that’s just her tone. She seems to be genuinely interested in us, or at least what we have to say. “You and Alex, huh?” She continues, lifting her head in my direction.

“Why is everyone saying that?”

“Because,” Kayla sits up to look at me more directly, “we know Alex, and we saw how she looked at you. We’re not stupid.”

“Oh,” I reply, and fall silent. Maybe she was as interested in me as I was in her? I mean, the blowjob and stuff earlier felt more like just something to do because she was horny. But… Well I don’t fucking know.

“And Lauren, Tyler being in a relationship now must be frustrating. I know it was for me, that fucking dick. He was kinda your best bet. Unless you like girls.”

“Oh uh, um. Yeah.” There’s a few reasons for that to be a difficult thing for Lauren to answer. Primarily how close me and her have been to fucking lately. “I… I don’t quite know if I like girls.”

“Oh yeah?” This has Kayla’s attention now. “As in… you haven’t tried enough yet?” She has a mischievous smile, and is eyeing Lauren a little more intently now.

“I’ve… well, just a little bit. But I liked it. And women are hot. I mean, some are. Most I’ve seen. Most here, I mean. Everyone here, really. Fuck.” She blushes and sinks down into the water, hiding as much as she can as Kayla breaks into giggles.

“That’s adorable,” she says. Then looks up as the back door opens again and Julie comes waltzing out to join us. She’s carrying a bottle of wine and several glasses, which she sets down by the hot tub and then slips into the water. Right next to me. Right fucking next to me. Her tits rest partially in the water, with the top half and part of her nipples visible above the roiling water. Within seconds, her hand is on my thigh under the bubbles.

“Hello darlings,” she says with a grin, giving my leg a squeeze before pouring everyone a glass of wine and passing them out. “You looked like you were having fun, hopefully I’m not intruding?”

“No no,” Kayla says, sipping her wine with an appreciative nod, “we were just getting to talking about how Lauren is a closet lesbian.” She turns with a grin back towards my sister. Lauren shrinks back and slowly takes a sip of her wine. She makes a face, scrunching up at the taste. I feel the same way from my first sip. But by the fourth sip, I’m feeling more into it. Enjoying the flavor and not just tasting the fact that it’s my first alcohol. I finish my glass too quickly, probably way too quickly. But Julie just grins and pours me another one. This one, I go more slowly. Kayla downs hers too, all as we wait for Lauren to respond.

“I’m not a lesbian! I’m just… into girls maybe?” She says.

“That’s fair. You said you’ve done some stuff, have you tasted pussy yet?”

Lauren blanches at the bluntness of the question, but apparently it excites Julie, because I feel her hand slip along my body to grab my cock. I’m mostly flaccid, but she doesn’t take long fixing that problem, slowly stroking me as the others talk. She drinks wine slowly with her free hand, seemingly not even paying attention to me.

“No, I haven’t,” Lauren responds.

“Do you want to?”

“What?”

Kayla leans in towards Lauren. “Would. You. Like. To. Taste. My. Pussy?” She punctuates each word by slipping a little closer to my sister. My cock is throbbing, and Julie is slowly stroking the full length of me, feeling me pulse in her hand.

“I uh… I… Well…” Lauren stammers. Kayla is right up next to her now, close enough that it wouldn’t surprise me if they were touching under the water.

“It’s ok to say no. It won’t stop me from asking if I can eat you out.”

“You want to uh… to eat me out?” Lauren is blushing hard and has to look away from Kayla. If she looked directly at her they would basically be kissing.

“Of course. You’re hot. Despite my situation with Tyler I’m basically only interested in girls. Sorry, Joe,” she adds as an aside. “And I am frustrated and pent up and if you want, I will make you cum on my face. And then I will be very very happy to teach you how to do the same thing.”

We all wait on bated breath for Lauren’s answer. Julie even stops stroking my dick. She’s just gripping it as we all wait to see what my sister will say.

“Yes, ok yes,” Lauren whispers. Julie starts stroking again, as if Lauren agreeing to get tongue fucked was the permission she needed to keep jerking me off.

“If you don’t want to do it, you don’t have to, don’t feel pressured.” Even as she says this, Kayla moves closer to Lauren, sliding along until their bodies are right next to each other. The older girl casually leans in and presses her lips against Lauren’s cheek.

I watch Lauren melt, her body folding in on itself. She wilts in Kayla’s direction, and the olive-skinned beauty pulls her close, one hand wrapping around her shoulder while the other is doing something under the water. Not touching Lauren’s pussy yet, that sort of contact would be immediately obvious to everyone. Lauren sighs softly as Kayla’s kisses go down along her jaw, then down her neck. She tilts her head to accept more of Kayla’s mouth, and make it easier for the kisses to proceed down to her collarbone. One of Lauren’s hands comes up out of her water and gently slides around the back of Kayla’s head, forcing her to kiss more. Kayla’s hand slides up my sister’s body and cups one of her breasts, making Lauren gasp, then her head goes down from her neck, kissing lower until her mouth latches onto one of my twin’s nipples.

Throughout it all, Julie casually strokes my dick. Her eyes are fixed on the show in front of us, just like mine are, and she seems content to pump me while we watch. I shift in my spot to get a little closer to her and she gives me a look and a smile. “It’s hot, isn’t it?” She whispers to me.

“God, yes,” I whisper back, not wanting to disrupt my sister’s moment of exploration. Or, more selfishly, to disrupt the live action porn. Lauren is having a pretty good day, as far as I can tell. I look over to Julie, and grin at her, watching her sip some more wine and pour herself another glass without ever breaking stride on my cock.

Across from us, Kayla slides one hand down Lauren’s body, pressing it between her legs. We can’t see what’s going on under the bubbles, but Lauren’s gasp and moan, her body jolting with a sudden spasm brought on by a shock of pleasure. “Kayla,” she moans. The older girl stops, and pulls her head back from her nipple.

“Too fast?”

“No, just felt really good. Don’t stop.”

Kayla doesn’t respond with words. All she needs is a smile that shows she knows she has Lauren in the palm of her hand. Her head lowers again, lips latch around protruding nipple, and her fingers get back to work between Lauren’s legs. Lauren isn’t quite sure what to do with her hands, they reach and roam and touch and fondle the dancer pleasuring her, but she keeps moving them, hoping to find something more permanent than just rubbing her body.

“Ah, shit,” Lauren grunts, bucking against Kayla’s touch, “fuck that feels good.” Her fingers entwine in Kayla’s hair, holding her head to her chest and massaging her scalp. I wish it was me making her feel good right now–always really–but I’m quickly learning that I enjoy just watching my twin enjoy herself. Some part of our link makes watching her feel pleasure give me significantly more pleasure than watching anyone else. Even watching Lauren masturbate would be hotter to me than most porn.

Kayla pulls back from Lauren’s tits and looks up into her eyes, hand still pumping away beneath the bubbles. “Do you want me to eat you out? Do you want to have my tongue in your pussy?” Lauren nods, eyes closed as Kayla fingers her hard.

“Ask me then.”

“Kayla will you… oh God… will you eat me out?” Lauren gasps.

“Of course, babe,” Kayla purrs, pulling back from the kisses and the fingering with a wide smile. “Hop up on the edge here,” she pats the edge of the hot tub, “and spread your legs for me.”

Lauren looks at Kayla, nods, and then slowly pushes herself up and spreads her legs. Her wet body is so sexy in the faint backyard light I can feel my cock throb at the sight of her pussy being presented to us. She reaches down and slowly rubs herself, playing gently with her clit, knees pointed up and out. My sister looks divine.

“Mmmm,” Kayla hums happily as she slips into the middle of the hot tub to line herself up. She looks over her shoulder at me and Julie for a moment and grins. “Enjoy the show…” she says, and then her attention is back on my sister. Her hands go to Lauren’s thighs, her eyes lock on Lauren’s, and with tantalizing slowness her mouth drops to the never-before-eaten pussy in front of her. As she presses her lips against my sister’s slit, her ass pokes up out of the water, giving both me and Julie a delightful view of her backside even as she hides the real action from view.

“Jesus fuck!” Lauren moans, clearly enjoying whatever is happening. I can’t hear the sounds of Kayla’s tongue exploring Lauren’s pussy over the jets, but her moans are more than enough indication to tell me how enjoyable it is for her. Lauren’s hands go to her own tits, holding and toying with them. She looks down at the girl licking her, and then looks up at me.

We lock eyes. She bites her lip in pleasure, gives me a little smile, and then her eyes close as ecstasy washes over her. One of her hands drops down to Kayla’s head and rests in her hair, neither pulling or pushing, just providing another point of contact between their two bodies.

Julie leans over, pressing her lips against my ear, still stroking me with a speed that I would call devious and downright evil. “Don’t you wish you could be in her place?” She murmurs into my ear.

“Yes,” I respond breathily. But which one?

“Too bad, buddy,” she giggles against me, “you’re stuck over here with me, watching the show and getting jerked off.” She gently kisses my cheek and then goes to pour herself another glass of wine, only to find that the bottle is empty. “Hmmm,” she muses to me. Her hand leaves my cock and rises up to cup my face. “Can you be a dear and run inside to grab us another bottle of wine?” She leans in and kisses me deep on the mouth. “I want something fruity to drink after I swallow your cum…” she whispers into my mouth from millimeters away.

I pull back from the kiss and turn to see Lauren smiling at me, a dazed look in her eyes, clearly being worked close to an orgasm. Kayla’s ass shakes gently back and forth, the toned, muscular behind wiggling while she tongues my sister’s tight slit. I smile back at Lauren. “I’ll be right back then,” I whisper to Julie, and I slowly climb out of the hot tub. My hard cock is on full display as I get out. Water drips from my body and I see Lauren staring directly at it, and me. She smiles, her eyes cross, and then she cums. Her body goes through the motions it always does, legs shaking and writhing, her hands holding Kayla’s head to her pussy, and her chest heaving hard. But this time her eyes don’t close. She doesn’t look away. She stares directly at me and my dick as she goes through her orgasm.

I don’t move until she’s done. That might disrupt the magic of the moment. It might throw things askew in the universe if I don’t watch every last second of my twin sister’s orgasm. And it’s beautiful. I look back into her eyes and let the beauty of the moment wash over me, let her pleasure roil through the air between us and strike me with the force that only we can understand.

Kayla pulls her face away, Lauren’s breathing slowly returns to normal, and time resumes.

I start to walk past them, into the house, and can hear Kayla pull Lauren into a deep, sloppy kiss. “Still up for giving it a try?” Kayla asks.

“Yeah, I think so,” Lauren replies.

“Good. Switch me spots. Let class begin.” I need to get back outside quickly and watch this. I need to be there for my sister eating pussy for the first time.

My footsteps are loud and echoey as I pad through the dining room into the kitchen. Surely this is where the wine is. Surely. I’m in luck, there on the counter are two more bottles. I don’t know the difference between them, what’s good and what’s bad. I grab one and turn to go, but see the hot tub out through the window.

Fuck.

Kayla is writhing happily, looking down at Lauren in adoration as she tentatively licks at the older girl’s pussy. I can’t hear what they’re saying, or the noises being made, but it’s beautiful and stops me in my tracks. Yes, I want to be out there, but watching from this vantage, with the glass between us, adds a layer of filth to the whole sexy scenario. Something I didn’t realize I wanted. Is this what Ms. Larson gets whenever she watches a video of what we’ve been up to? As I’m watching, Julie climbs up to sit on the opposite edge of the hot tub, and begins to slowly rub her clit. Her eyes are fixed on the show in front of her as she pleasures herself.

I grab the bottle and turn to leave, Julie shouldn’t have to be alone. I could eat her pussy too. Lauren and I butt to butt eating out different women is a fascinating mental picture. I quickly stop though.

Standing in the doorway, wearing only a robe, is Ms. Larson. “Hello Joseph. That bottle for Julie?” She gestures to the wine in my hand.

“Yeah,” I say softly. My cock is rock hard, and the sight of her body barely covered by the robe, is enough to make me throb even more.

“How about…” she takes two steps towards me, gliding more than walking. She is elegant, even in nearly nothing. I can’t imagine what she looks like when she wants to dress up. Probably a true goddess, someone that looks more at home on the cover of a magazine than in real life. “You put that bottle down. And you come upstairs with me.”

“I…” That sounds fucking amazing. Unless it ends weirdly again like when Delilah was forced to suck me off. Though that had been nice as well, it feels bad to abandon the fun outside. “I don’t know,” I say honestly, “Julie is waiting for this, and we were gonna fool around some, I think.”

Ms. Larson smiles at me. Her hand drops to the thin belt holding her robe together and she undoes the knot, letting it fall open.

Fuck!

I knew she was fit, I had seen her working out and in tight clothing before, but the sight of her body nearly kills me. Toned legs, smooth and flawless, rise up to a tight slit of a pussy crowned with a carefully maintained tuft of red pubic hair. She doesn’t have a six-pack, but her stomach is flat and smooth and soft and begging to be kissed. And then there’s her tits. Only the slightest hang in the otherwise perfectly round and perky breasts shows that she’s closer to 50 than 40. Perky nipples stand straight out, resting on the upper side of the curve of her breasts.

She’s stunning. Like a model or an angel or a goddess or… any number of other things that my brain is too overloaded to properly think of.

I set the bottle down.

“Good boy,” she whispers. “I have an idea,” she continues, stepping towards me until we’re nearly touching. My cock quivers between my legs, pointing at her, shaking. At least until her hand finds it. One stroke, then a second, and then she stops. Gripping me, holding me. “Come with me.” She takes a step back, holding onto my cock, dragging me with her. She wouldn’t have to drag me, I follow willingly.

“Where are we going?” I ask.

“To make you a man.” She turns then, changing her grip to keep a hold on my cock. She doesn’t say anything as we walk up the stairs and down the hall to her bedroom. Before we reach her door, I have one final thought about what is going on outside, and then I’m pulled into her chambers, the door shuts, and all that matters is Ms. Larson.

The robe leaves her shoulders and she steps out of it as if it’s made of liquid. She pulls me into a kiss, quick at first, just a peck. And then more. Her hands on my face, pulling me close to her to sandwich my cock between our bodies as we make out. Her tongue slips into my mouth where my own welcomes it with intense fervor. We’re standing just inside the doorway and I have no intention of going anywhere else until she makes me. This kiss, our naked bodies pressed together, is everything in the moment.

Between the smacking of our lips together and the shifting of bodies against each other is the sound of both of us moaning into the kiss. The sounds might as well be transferred directly from the core of her being into mine, using our linked mouths as a conduit to transfer the sounds and feelings of joy we’re both experiencing. The kiss ends slowly, turning from one joining of bodies to several small kisses and finally we’re an inch away from each other, both panting heavily. Her eyes are shining–a brilliant, beautiful green–as she looks into my eyes.

“Bed,” she demands, gently pulling me in that direction. I walk with her, kissing occasionally, but mostly just staring at her beauty until I feel the backs of my knees hit the enormous bed. I fall backwards, out of her grip, and slowly crawl back until all of me is on the bed. She crawls after me, like a panther stalking prey, and straddles my waist, lowering her naked body until her pussy is pressed against my shaft. A little moan comes out of her mouth and she smiles down at me.

“I have been so fucking worked up all day,” she starts, looking down at me as she starts to slowly grind back and forth on top of my cock. My hands go to her hips, but she grabs them and pulls them up to her tits. That’s much better. Soft, squishy. Absolutely fucking perfect breasts that give at my touch and are the perfect size. “I watched some video of you and your sister fooling around in the pool. That was delightful,” she cuts off for a moment and groans, grinding faster, pressing her chest into my hands. I play with her nipples and she hisses appreciatively. “And then… you lucky little boy,” she grins and winks at me, “I watched you kiss Alex in her room. That was cute, that was sweet. It was adorable.”

“You saw all that?”

“The cameras tell me when more than one person is on them. I skim for highlights and then enjoy myself.”

“Oh,” I say. Other words are too hard to think of as she slides back and forth on me. I can feel her wetness soaking my shaft, and a little bit on the head of my cock when she slides far enough forward.

“But what you three did in the theater…” She moans and reaches down, gripping my shoulder. “Fuck that was hot. Kissing your sister while you cum from your blowjob? Naughty fucking boy,” she grunts and falls onto me, kissing me heavily again for a moment. “That was the moment when I knew I was going to have you tonight.”

“Why… fuck fuck fuck… why didn’t you say something earlier tonight?”

“Because, baby boy, I knew you wouldn’t say no.” She’s right. I hesitated downstairs, but my final answer was never truly in question. Not from the moment she approached me.

She lifts her hips, one hand reaching down between us to grip my cock. She strokes it slowly, and pulls it back, angling it properly to push inside of her. This is it, this is the moment. I’m going to lose my virginity to the one of the most beautiful women on the planet. My breath catches in my throat, my hands fall away from her chest, and I look down at the sight of the head of my cock pressing between her soaking lips.

“Oh God…” I whisper. She smiles, biting her bottom lip, and slowly lowers her hips.

There’s a bit of resistance at her lips, and then I’m past it, pushing into her. She moans, and I moan right with her. I want to drive myself deep into her immediately, but she’s in charge here and we both know that. So she lowers her hips slowly, taking her time with it, letting us both get used to the sensation. Her pussy envelops me, wrapping around my cock. Warm, wet, velvety, tingly. It feels like my dick belongs there. This is what I was born to do. And it feels amazing. My eyes roll back for a moment, and when they refocus I look down to realize I’m only halfway into her.

“You’re a good size, Joe,” she murmurs, “not too big, not too small,” she takes more of me, another inch disappearing into her, which earns another sharp gasp of pleasure from me as my cock slips deeper and deeper into her pussy. “I’m going to have fun with you,” she giggles, and then drops her hips the rest of the way.

My head and chest pop off the bed in surprise as I fill her. I’m as deep in her as I can possibly get. Her pussy is gently squeezing me, already threatening to milk me dry.

“Fuck you’re amazing,” I groan.

“Mmmm, you’re not bad yourself baby,” she replies, her voice breathy. We take a moment, resting there, getting used to the sensations, and then she starts to move her hips. Oh fuck. Holy fucking shit.

She rocks back and forth on top of me, using a hand on my chest to steady herself. There’s a rhythm to it, slow forward, slow back, steadily building. The little shifting inside of her is better than anything else I’ve ever done.

“You’re only going to get better though. I’ll teach you how to fuck like a pornstar. Hell,” she grunts, rocking faster, “if you want, I can find you an actual pornstar to fuck. They would be good teachers. Not that I wouldn’t mind being your sole educator.” Could she really do that? Of course she could, she’s got more money than I can imagine. Wouldn’t be hard to shell out a little for a pornstar to fuck me. I don’t want that though. I’d rather have her, or Alex, or Julie. Or Lauren.

“I think,” I grunt, having to focus hard to form a real sentence as she fucks me, “I’d rather have you.”

“You’re sweet, but you’re probably just saying that because you’re balls deep in my cunt, right?” She giggles, and leans forward to give me a kiss.

“No,” I reply when the kiss ends. “I think–” Neither of us will ever hear the end of that sentence, the words and the thought that formed them are shattered and thrown into the abyss when she starts to bounce in my lap. Now, it’s just wordless groans of ecstasy.

Ms. Larson raises her pussy halfway up my cock and then drops it again, her hips and legs working to ride me and slide her perfect pussy up and down my dick. It starts slow, powerful drops that take a few seconds from start to finish. Just enough time for me to think maybe I’m getting used to how good she feels. And then she speeds up, and I realize I was foolish. I could never get used to how good this feels.

Her pussy is like a vice, squeezing on me tight as she builds into her speed. She doesn’t go as high anymore, but the speed is overwhelming, my cock slamming deep into her again and again.

“Fuck fuck fuck, Ms. Larson, I’m gonna cum!” She instantly slows down, and the sensation starts to fade. “Mmmm, fuuuuck,” I groan, missing the feeling of being about to explode into her.

“Hold on for me,” she requests. “I want to cum with you. At the same time.”

“I’ll… I’ll try,” I reply shakily.

“Good boy,” she kisses me again. “I’m close… Don’t worry. Won’t be long, baby.” She kisses me one more time and then rises up to rock back and forth on me again. Her hand slides down her body to her clit and she slowly rubs at it while her hips work my cock. I’m back to being a minute from cumming rather than five seconds. Still in heaven, it’s just lasting longer. Thank God.

She starts to squeeze harder, moments of intense tightness where she grips with a stranglehold around my cock. Her breathing is getting faster, and I can hear her start to whimper. “Fuck yes, I’m so fucking close,” she mutters. I start to slowly thrust my hips up into her, as much as I can, dropping down as much and then filling her again. It isn’t much, but it’s enough for her to open her eyes and stare at me in surprise.

“Yes!” she says, leaning forward, fingers on her clit. “Fuck me, Joe. Pound me.” Instinct takes over. My hands find her hips, my knees bend, and I start to piston my cock up into her. Fast, rough thrusts, filling her again and again. She starts screaming in my ear, noises of pure pleasure ripping out of her throat as I fuck her. I’ve never felt better, physically or emotionally, in my life. She’s amazing, and the fact that I can make her feel this good feels like I’m floating. “Yes yes yes, fuck me! Fuck my cunt!” She shouts.

I jackhammer my hips up into her, pounding her as hard as I can. Her ass jiggles against my thighs with each thrust, and her tits bounce in my face. She’s looking down at me, mouth open, an enormous smile on her face. She’s still furiously rubbing her clit, but I can feel myself getting close.

“I’m gonna cum,” I warn her. I don’t stop though. We’re past the point when that can be stopped again.

“Fill me, baby,” she urges me, “fill Mommy’s cunt with your cum. Give me your load baby, fucking cum in me. Cum for Mommy.”

It only takes three more thrusts after that before I bury myself deep into her, pressing my hips against her. My balls churn, and I choke on my breath as my body stops working. The world stops existing outside of our bodies joined together. And then I flood her. The biggest load of cum I’ve ever produced rips out of me, pumping deep into Ms. Larson. I lose track of how many pulses roll through my cock as I empty myself into her.

“Yessssss!” she shouts, her rubbing reaches a fever pitch, and she collapses onto me, pushing our bodies down to the bed, and she clenches me tighter than ever before. Her body shakes on top of me, vibrating like she’s having a seizure, and she clenches my cock so hard I feel like she’s going to break it off.

We lay like that for a minute. Both of us just breathing. I don’t pull out, I don’t even move. And she seems to have the same thought. Her forehead is pressed against my chest, rising and falling with me as I try to catch my breath.

I wince as she finally moves, her pussy slipping past my tender head. Cum drips out of her onto my stomach and my shrinking cock, but I don’t care. Nothing could ruin this moment. She lies down next to me and pulls me close, drawing me against her body. I close my eyes and rest my head against her breasts, too tired to protest even if I wanted to.

“That was nice,” she says, kissing the top of my head. “And we’re going to do a lot more of that, if you want to.”

“If I want to, Ms. Larson? Of course I want to!” I say, looking up at her.

“I know. Don’t worry baby, we will. And you can fuck anyone in this house that is willing to fuck you. And that’s ok. I had you first. They’ll all know that.” She grins, and kisses my forehead again. I wonder how much that matters for her. “In the future, I’ll let you know if I want you for the night. So you can be ready for me. Next time, you can be on top, how’s that sound?”

“Right now, I can’t think about anything at all. But yeah, that sounds good.” She laughs at this and kisses me once more, and then releases me, and I roll off to the side onto my back. She scoots to the edge of the bed and stands up, holding a hand under her to catch any errant cum.

“Go to bed, Joe. In your room. If you sleep in here I’ll fuck you again, and I think maybe that’s not the best idea tonight.” I nod and slowly push myself up on wobbly legs. My cock is still slick and wet and dripping with both of our cum. I take a few weak steps towards the door before I hear her voice again. “And Joe. When we’re having sex. You can call me Hayley, ok? Or Mommy if you want. But you don’t have to call me Ms. Larson.”

“Ok,” I reply weakly. Hayley. I like that.

“Now go get some sleep baby, you look like someone just fucked the life out of you!” She giggles and walks into her bathroom. A few seconds later I hear the shower start, and I leave the room.

I stumble down the hall, alone, to the bathroom, and clean myself to the best of my ability. Then off to my room. Alex’s room is dark and quiet, but I check on Lauren’s. She’s asleep, curled up, probably exhausted from her night.

“Right there with you, sis,” I whisper to the darkness of her room.

I don’t remember the steps to my room. I don’t remember walking to my bed or falling onto it. All I know is the sweet feeling of relaxation as I contemplate what just happened today for a few moments before sleep takes me.