The Scholarship Ch. 06 – Alexandra

Literotic asexstories – The Scholarship Ch. 06 – Alexandra by Freyyer,Freyyer I wake, once again, to the sensation of another body crawling into bed with me. I don’t open my eyes yet, not even as my sister scoots up next to me so our bodies are right next to each other with only the blanket separating us.

She hasn’t said anything yet. She doesn’t need to. Her hand rests on my shoulder, then she lies down, facing me. Her breath is gentle against my cheek, soft and even.

“You know, Lauren,” I say softly, still not opening my eyes, “if you’re going to keep crawling in bed with me, we’re probably going to keep fooling around in the morning.”

“Now, that is interesting.”

That’s not Lauren’s voice.

My eyes shoot open and I find myself staring at Alex’s grinning face. I immediately panic, scooting back away from her until my butt hits the wall. It didn’t give me much room, but it’s enough to let me breathe without feeling trapped. Sure, I now have my back literally against the wall, but she’s not pressed right up against me.

She frowns, “Sorry, I… I thought you’d be ok with this after yesterday.”

“I am. I am. I just thought you were Lauren and you startled me.”

“I can tell,” she says quietly. “What’s uh… what’s up with you two? I’m not gonna judge, I promise, I’m just curious.”

There’s a lot going on with us. It’s a hell of a lot to unpack and try to explain to someone. But she watched us kiss while I fucking came on her yesterday, deserves an answer. “I don’t really know,” I start honestly, “it’s just happening. I love her, as a sister, but also like… I don’t know. Maybe that’s all.”

“It’s ok,” she shifts her hand to cup my cheek, “like I said, I won’t judge. I think it’s hot. And more than it being hot, I think it’s cool you two are close enough to have that kind of relationship.”

“It started here. Seeing each other naked. And we uh, we decided we were going to be open about stuff. Very open. We always had been before about everything.” I pause for a while, my eyes close again and I focus on what I’m saying. Lauren and I had agreed to keep things just to ourselves. But then again, she had kissed me in front of Alex. “Our parents weren’t around a lot. So Lauren was, often, all I had. And vice versa. So we shared literally everything with each other. Seems like we both felt that should extend to our sexual relationships.”

“Are you two going to have sex?”

I shrug, which is kinda hard when lying on your side. “Maybe eventually. Probably. We’re trying to go slow and not risk making things weird between us.”

“Smart,” Alex smiles, “I think it’s cool and beautiful and I’m sure a fantastic thing to share with each other. And also hot as hell.”

“Oh stop it,” I say, laughing softly, “I get it, you think we’re hot.”

“Yes, both separately and together,” she grins, and shifts a little closer to me on the bed. “You’re attractive, Joe, deal with it.”

“You’re not bad yourself,” I say with a smile.

“Oh I’m ‘not bad”, huh?” She teases, squirming closer to me.

I roll my eyes, “Fine fine, you’re incredibly hot and I find your body irresistible.”

“Just my body?” She asks, giving me puppy dog eyes, even as she gets another few inches closer.

“You’re incorrigible,” I whisper, and shift towards her a bit. “You’re beautiful. All around. All of you.”

“Careful there, coming on a little strong, buddy,” she replies.

“I just can’t win with you, can I?” I ask.

“Sure you can. You’re just using your mouth to do the wrong things.” If that’s not an open invitation to kiss her, I don’t know what is.

I cross the last few inches between us and press my lips against hers. I don’t know if I throw the blanket off of me or she does, maybe it’s a mixture of both of us. It doesn’t matter, it’s gone, tossed to the side like trash. And trash it is, if it gets between our bodies. Less than trash, really. An active impediment to what we both so desperately need.

She pulls me in, arms going around me, as our tongues wrestle. Alex rolls back, pulling me on top of her. This is new, I can’t remember if I’ve been on top of a girl making out before. Certainly not at this house. Not a complaint, just new and interesting and — my thoughts go blank as Alex wraps her legs around my waist and pulls me close. My cock presses against her stomach, already most of the way towards hard and our bodies become a tangled mess of limbs. I wrap my arms around her and we hold each other tight as we make out.

I could do this forever. Truly. Her breasts are squished into my chest and the smooth, soft skin all over her body warm and sexy and so fucking nice to touch. My hands roam her body, exploring every available nook and cranny of her flesh, but spending the most time on her thighs and her waist. Back and forth, up and down, sliding and touching and exploring.

There’s a break in the kiss as we catch our breath. We stare at each other, both panting, faces only inches apart. One hand holds me up and the other holds her hip.

“Hi,” I whisper.

“Hi,” she responds. Her fingers trawl through my hair, not grasping or pulling, just lightly stringing through the black strands. “I like this a lot.”

“Oh, good. I was worried you were just doing it to humor me.”

She giggles, that laugh that sounds so true it rings out in my soul. “I like you, Joe.”

“You like me, or you like like me?”

“What are we, in middle school?” Her hand finds its way down to my chin. I nuzzle against it and gently kiss her palm.

“That’s what I said,” I murmur. She tilts her head and I feel obliged to explain. “Lauren asked me yesterday if I like like you. And I responded the same way you did.”

“But then what was your answer?” Alex asks quietly.

“At the time I said I didn’t know yet.”

“Ah.”

“But…” I continue.

“But?”

“Now it’s trending towards yes.”

She smiles and pulls me in for a gentle kiss. It stops before we get back to making out frantically like a few minutes ago, which is probably for the best. “Same for me, to be totally clear.”

“So,” I kiss her again, “what does that mean?”

“It means you’re still using your mouth wrong,” she giggles, “we can deal with everything else in a bit. I have more pressing issues than talking about whatever genuine feelings we may have for each other.” She says it in such a caring, affectionate way that I know immediately that she’s just messing with me. And she’s right. I’m still on top of her, and we’re just getting started.

“What would the lady prefer?” I ask.

“The lady,” she giggles, “wants you to tonguefuck her. Do you think you can handle that?”

I freeze. I want to, but I’ve never done it before. Granted, before last night I had never had sex, but that turned out alright. More than alright, if I’m allowed to toot my own horn a little bit. Alex notices my moment of hesitation and softens, lifting my chin to make me look her in the eyes.

“Hey, it’s ok if you’re not up for that, or if you’re not ready or whatever, it’s ok,” she says, her eyes widening as she looks into my eyes.

I shake my head, “No, I’m good. Just excited. It’s new.”

“Never done it before?”

“No.”

“Not even your sister’s?” She isn’t grinning like it’s a joke, it seems to be a genuine question, one that I think she expected to be a yes.

“No, we… we’ve just made out and done some hand stuff.”

“Oh, sorry, I just thought–” I cut her off with another kiss.

“Stop, let me eat you out,” I say with a grin.

“Your first time eating pussy…” She says dreamily, “I’m honored.”

I don’t respond, I’m going to let her be honored and not ruin the moment. I kiss her neck, then her collarbone. Alex hums happily as my lips dance along her body, going from shoulder to shoulder making sure every inch in between is kissed.

“Lower…” she requests, mumbling quietly. I acquiesce, my mouth kissing further down her body. I don’t have to go far for my next target. Her perky tits, jiggly and soft but only a little flattened by her position on her back, are the next in line to receive kisses. I first go across the swell of the top of her breasts, but at her insistent whining I take her nipple into my mouth.

That earns me a satisfied moan, louder and more expressive than she’s been so far this morning. I like that. My tongue circles the nub and my teeth lightly graze the outside of her nipple, each motion bringing a different noise out of her. When this nipple is properly sucked and appreciated, my spit making a wet ring around her areola, I kiss my way along her breasts to the other one.

“You’re being such a tease,” Alex moans at me.

I lick her nipple once before responding, “Do you want me to skip ahead?”

“Don’t you dare,” she looks down at me and runs a hand through my hair. “I’m willing to lay here and get worked over as long as you want. Provided, of course,” she winks, “you make me cum at the end.”

“I can do that,” I wink back before turning my attention to her nipple. My hand toys with the one I already sucked and nibbled at while my mouth latches onto this breast. I suck more of it than before, slurping as much boob into my mouth as I can fit. Alex gasps and bucks her hips up against my thigh, holding herself there with an arched back, one hand in my hair and the other grasping at the bedsheets.

She slowly writhes under me, sliding her pussy up and down my thigh. I barely pay attention to it other than to twitch a little every time her leg bumps against the head of my cock. My focus, now and until I make this beautiful woman cum, is giving her every bit of attention that I can muster.

My tongue swirls around her nipple, flicking it against my teeth. Alex’s hand presses down on the back of my head and her moans intensify for a moment. I take that as a sign I’m doing something right, so I continue, sucking and nibbling and flailing with my tongue. Her breasts deserve worship, and I am a willing and happy convert to whatever church this may be. She gives me a contented sigh, followed by a less than content whine, and her hand pulls away.

“Lower,” she moans, “please, Joe.” I give her breast one final lick and a kiss, then move on as demanded. Little kisses, quick pecks of affection, mark my passage down her stomach. She’s not flabby, but I also don’t feel too much muscle along her abdomen. Just the level of in shape that comes from caring a little bit about how you look and feel.

As I get lower, the scent of her starts to hit me. It’s powerful but not unpleasant, just strong and alluring. The smell pulls me downwards. I kiss along the small patch of pubic hair, trimmed and maintained like a governor’s estate, feeling the soft bristle of hair against my chin and lips. It’s not unpleasant, just tickles a bit, and I recoil only for a moment before diving back down. I kiss all around her groin as I descend–yes, even the field of soft hair–and the heat from her pussy grows stronger with every inch.

Finally, there’s no further to go. No more delaying tactics, as delightful as they’ve been. It’s just me and her pussy. I’m staring the little slit dead on, the scent and heat more powerful than ever before. My eyes glance up along her body, between the valley that her breasts make on her chest, to where she’s looking down at me. She smiles, and bites her lip, then nods to me, encouraging me to take the final step.

My tongue slips out, and I drop even lower. Alex lifts her legs and puts her thighs up around my ears, her ankles hooking around my back. I’m trapped, but there’s nowhere else I’d rather be right now. My hands come up and hold onto her thighs, giving me some semblance of control. Then, with nothing else holding me back, I press forward, my body sliding along the sheets until my tongue makes contact with her pussy.

She’s tangy, oddly almost sweet, and unexpectedly delicious. But why shouldn’t she be? She’s amazing in every other way, why wouldn’t her cunt also taste incredible? I guess I expected to have at least one flaw. I’ll find it eventually.

Alex shivers around me when my tongue presses against her, a motion that I find absolutely delightful. I slowly drag my tongue up along her slit, feeling her labia part ever-so-slightly beneath the pressure I’m providing, flooding my mouth with more of her flavor. Bit by bit I go from base to clit, making sure I get every inch of her. She seems to enjoy the slow pace, if her moans and the feel of her fingers in my hair is anything to go on, so I keep it up for now. Up and down. Rising until I flick just briefly against her clit, earning a more urgent shiver, and then back down again. Each time I push just a little bit deeper into her. My tongue isn’t anywhere near as long as my cock or my fingers, but I imagine the penetration aspect might be good for her as well.

As I’m pushing deeper into her I’m hit with a different flavor, a more powerful version of her taste. Her true taste, it seems. I drop my chin, steel myself, and push forward, realizing even as I do it that I’m now sliding my tongue deep into her vagina. Or, as deep as I can before my tongue reaches its limits and my nose is crushed against her pubic mound. It makes her groan in pleasure, which makes it worth it. Then I start to wiggle my tongue. Back and forth, up and down. I make rapid circles, swirling my tongue inside of her, doing whatever earns me the biggest new moan.

Her hand tightens in my hair, tugging me forward into her deeper. I lick her happily though, willing to be down here basically as long as I need to be. I pull back now and then for breath, frantic and ragged and short, before throwing myself back into the task at hand. My tongue finally pulls out of vagina and slides back up until I find her clit.

“Yesssss,” she hisses at me, “right fucking there. Lick my clit, babe.” Her voice is high and strained, full of intense need. Not desire anymore. This isn’t something she just wants. It is a physical need.

I circle the little love button, gently pressing on it, pushing it back and forth and all around. I want to make her cum now. We’ve had our fun, I’ve enjoyed licking her and making her feel good, but I want to feel her explode all over my face. I make an O with my lips and suck the nub into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it rapidly, increasing in speed as her moans increase in intensity.

“Oh Jesus.” The voice from the door cuts through the sexual noises filling the room, immediately recognizable as my twin sister.

I’m suddenly embarrassed, a heat running from my head to my toes as I blush at being caught tongue deep in our new house mate. Why am I embarrassed? It feels almost like I’m cheating on Lauren. My mouth leaves Alex’s clit, and I turn my head to look at Lauren.

“Good morning,” I mumble, smiling sheepishly over Alex’s thigh at my sister.

“I uh… holy shit,” Lauren says, “looks like you’re having a very good morning.” She crosses the room and pulls up the desk chair, sitting in it but putting her feet up on the bed, legs spread. She positioned herself so that if I turn my head to look at her, I’m staring directly at her pussy. Intentional? Lauren understands framing well enough to know exactly what I would see. Has to be intentional.

“Sorry,” I say softly, “I know we normally have our talks in the mornings but… well not trying to blame her or anything but it’s all Alex’s fault!” Alex swats me gently on the top of my head and I giggle.

“I didn’t know about your morning routine,” she says with an overdone glare in my direction, “I just sorta crawled into bed here. It’s this asshole’s fault for seducing me and not kicking me out of his bed.”

“It’s ok,” Lauren says gently. I’m not sure if it’s more directed at me or Alex. “We can always talk after you two are done here,” she has that slightly glazed look in her eyes that I’ve come to realize over the last couple days means she’s horny. Did she come to my room already horny or did that start when she walked in on us?

“Ok, thank God, because I’m getting close and if you blue balled me right now I would be furious,” Alex says, looking down at me with a smile and then turning that same smile towards Lauren. “Are you… do you wanna like… join in?” She asks quietly.

“I think I’ll just play with myself and watch the show,” Lauren replies, and even as she says it I watch her hand drop between her legs and her fingers start to trail up and down her pussy. I’m briefly disappointed that Lauren isn’t going to join us, but she might still be sexually exhausted from her adventures last night. I wonder what else she got up to after I left. Those thoughts distract me for a few moments until I feel Alex’s hand in my hair again. A not so subtle tug pulls my attention back to the pussy in front of me. My primary objective. Alex’s perfect pussy.

I look up at her eyes and she stares back at me with a dreamy smile. Then she nods, and I lean in and kiss her pussy. She shivers around me and gives another of those appreciative moans–a sign for me to get back to what I had been doing before we were interrupted.

My tongue goes around her clit again, circling it like a shark for a moment before I close my lips on it and start to suck. Even as I suck at it my tongue doesn’t stop moving, doesn’t stop battering the button and sending shocks of ecstasy through my Asian lover’s tight body. Her legs buck and her thighs squeeze on the sides of my head. The harder she squeezes with her thighs the harder my hands grip her legs. We feed off of each other, though I’m really doing most of the feeding right now.

“Ohhh fucking shit yes, fucking suck my clit, oh fuuuuuck!” Alex crunches up her abdomen, body shaking.

“Fuck yes,” Lauren agrees from her chair. I can’t see what she’s doing but I can faintly hear the sound of her fingers schlicking away at her pussy cutting through the sounds Alex and I are making.

Alex’s legs are quivering harder than ever around my ears, which is all the sign I need to know I’m getting close. Or she’s getting close. Whichever term is more appropriate here. I redouble my efforts, slavering around her clit with reckless abandon, sending her further and further along the road of pleasure. Her moans reach a breaking point and turn into desperate, whimpering screams, and then she goes silent, her thighs wrap hard around my head.

For a moment there’s nothing, and then both hands grip my hair tight. “Fuu–” she can’t finish the word as she chokes it off. It turns into a heavy moan and then my face is flooded with her juices. Her back lifts off the bed, forcing my face hard into her pussy, and I’m drenched as she gushes all over my face.

“Holy shit,” Lauren whispers, the only discernible words being said in the room right now. I would agree but I’m too busy slurping down Alex’s juices to say anything. My face is a mess, I can feel it fully covering me from forehead to chin. But making her cum like that had been an incredible experience.

After a few more seconds, her thighs loosen, and her ankles release their lock. She lays back down, head on my pillow, and gives a contented sigh. Her legs fall away from me, and I’m freed. Not that I felt particularly trapped, but I can move away now. I give her one more little kiss on the outside of her pussy, which makes her twitch, and then I pull back and climb up to my knees. There’s a large wet spot on my sheets beneath where I had been tonguefucking her, and a smaller one where my cock had been pressed into the bed, leaking precum.

And I’m still leaking, small beads forming on the tip of my dick and running down my shaft. I’m so turned on it almost hurts, a deep unbeatable urge. I don’t particularly care how it happens, but my body needs to cum. I kneel in front of Alex, looking at her body, and slowly stroking myself.

“I guess it’s my turn, huh?” Alex mutters from her back, her eyes barely open. She’s beautiful even in this hazy, post-orgasmic state where nothing seems to really exist.

“No, I got him,” Lauren says, removing her hand from her clit. She’s flushed, still very turned on, and hasn’t cum yet, but the thought of her wanting to finish me off has me buzzing with excitement, my cock throbbing along with my rapid heartbeat.

“Are you sure?” I ask, looking my sister in the eyes.

She nods and gives me a smile. “Yeah, I… I know last time I couldn’t or whatever but I want to. I need to, Joe.”

“Ok,” I slide off the bed, “How do you wanna do this?”

“Sit on the floor with me, we’re gonna try something Julie told me about last night.”

“Oh yeah?” I wonder what all she, Kayla, and Julie got up to after I left. Apparently some conversation about sexual positions, at the very least.

She guides me into position, sitting down with my legs spread. She sits in between my legs, facing me, basically in my lap, with her own legs spread out around my waist. It’s a complicated mess of limbs, but we’re very close together, our faces only inches apart, and her pussy is pressed up against the base of my cock.

“This is kinda weird,” I say with a giggle.

She nods, “Yeah, when Julie described it, it sounded hot, but now that we’re doing it it feels like too much.”

“No, let’s…” I try to search for the right words here, “let’s ride this out and see where it goes. It’s hot. Confusing but hot.”

Lauren grins at me, that wide smile she gets when she’s genuinely excited by something. She slides the last bit forward, until her clit is firmly pressed against the base of my shaft, then grabs my cock, pointing it up and starts to stroke it as she slowly grinds her clit against me. It kinda feels mostly like a handjob, but with the added bonus of feeling her wet pussy sliding up against me and being able to look directly at her as she strokes me.

“Ok, so far so good,” I grunt as she gets going, working my dick with her hand. She can really only stroke half of my cock, but it’s the half that matters.

“Where did you go last night?” She asks quietly, stroking me slowly and evenly. “You went in to get wine for Julie and then never came back.”

“Ah, I uh,” I gasp as she swirls her hand around the head of my cock, “I got the wine, and then I was basically shanghaied by Ms. Larson.”

“Shanghaied?”

“Yeah, she walked into the kitchen and then, to use an old, tired reference, she made me an offer I could refuse.”

I watch Lauren’s eyes widen as she realizes what I mean by that. “You had sex with her? Like actual… you know… sex?” Her hand has stopped on my cock, just holding the tip right now while she waits for my response.

“Yeah, last night she took my virginity,” I say softly. She shudders against me, vibrating her pussy against my shaft, her eyes closed in a moment of pure arousal.

“Fuck,” Lauren whispers.

“How was it?” Alex mumbles the question from where she’s laying on her side, watching the incestuous act my sister and I are partaking in.

“Um, good. Fucking fantastic,” I grunt. Lauren’s hand starts up again, slowly stroking me again, “it was… I mean, the best thing I’ve ever felt. She was amazing beyond belief. Made me feel like I was on another planet.” Lauren strokes me faster, harder. She’s clearly turned on by the fact that I fucked Ms. Larson.

“Tell me more,” she demands.

“We made out a bit, but there really wasn’t much foreplay. I got on my back on her bed, and she grinded on me, kinda like this,” I gesture to the way Lauren’s genitals and mine are mashed together. “And we did that for a little while I played with her boobs, and then she uh, then she put it in her and we fucked.”

Lauren giggles, “Joe, you’re good at movies and you’re good at jokes but you are absolute shit at telling a sex story.”

I try to frown at her, but it’s difficult as she keeps pumping my cock, getting me closer to cumming. “Hard to focus right now,” I say, sticking out my tongue at her. She responds with a tongue of her own. “What did you do?”

“You were there for most of it,” she whispers. Her voice is getting strained, and I can feel her pussy soaking my shaft and balls as she grinds on me. “Kayla ate me out, then I ate her out… then we all, including Julie, sat around the tub and rubbed ourselves to another orgasm before bed.”

“Hooootttt,” Alex chimes in, “you two are so fucking hot with all the shit you do.”

Lauren glances at her briefly, shrugs, and brings her attention back to me.

“How… fuck Lauren I’m so fucking close,” I grunt, “how was it?”

“Eating pussy?” She asks, her voice equally strained, “It was hot. Fun. Good. I loved it. Kayla’s taste, rolling over my tongue… filling my mouth… I felt so good making her feel like that. Eating her cunt like that…” She looks into my eyes and I can feel, almost as much as see, how much she means it. The glint in her eyes, the way her breast rises and falls irregularly as arousal takes control of her body. “You’re the only thing that makes me feel that good,” she whispers, her words intended only for me.

They strike at my core in the way that only my twin sister knows how. She senses I’m about to cum almost before I know it, and she leans in to kiss me, taking my tongue into her mouth. We kiss, moaning together, and it takes her three more pumps before I erupt, my balls turning into a whirlpool of pleasure that sends me to heaven. I cum all over both of us, our bodies are so close together it would be impossible not to. It blasts first against the bottom of our chins, then the next is against her chest, and then against mine. My load coats both of us, and even before I’m done cumming we fall backwards, her on top of me.

The last few spurts leak onto my stomach, the final remnants of a powerful orgasm, once again brought about by my sister. We’re not ready to fuck, but we’re getting closer every day.

She’s panting when the kiss breaks, she looks into my eyes, a silent question evident there. She’s my twin, we can nearly read each other’s minds, so she doesn’t have to ask. I just nod. Lauren squeaks happily and scrambles up my body, hesitating for only a moment before she lowers herself down on to me, her pussy dripping onto my face.

My tongue goes out immediately, spreading her lips and diving into her. Her outer lips are a little more open than Alex’s, but she’s delicious and beautiful and perfect and when the first taste of her hits me I groan happily. She smiles down at me, her eyes crazy with lust and need, and I look back up to her, happy to be able to share this with the person I love most in the world.

I start to lick her out, tonguing deep into her, just like I learned with Alex. I know this won’t take long, I could tell how close Lauren was to cumming even before she climbed onto my face, but I still want to make sure she fully enjoys this. It’s the furthest we’ve ever gone. It’s beautiful.

My tongue explores her deep, and she moans and squirms on top of me, her thighs and calves pressing against my ears. She’s careful, thankfully, not to fully sit down on me. She holds herself up a little on her legs, allowing me to breathe if I want to take the time to do so. I’m busy though, I can breathe when she cums.

Lauren’s hands go into my hair, soft and gentle, as her juices flow into my mouth, riding on my tongue down my throat. “Clit… clit please, Joe…” she gasps. I comply, pulling my tongue from her depths and licking up her slit until I find the pleasure center and attack it. My tongue circles it and I lap at it hungrily.

“Oh fuck yes,” Lauren whines, and immediately begins to cum. Her legs shake on either side of me and she falls forward, having to hold herself up with her hands as she cums on my face. It’s the second girl to coat my lips with her juices in less than twenty minutes, and I’m learning that I love it.

She shakes on top of me for a few seconds, and then flops to the side, laying next to me panting hard as she tries to catch her breath. I’m panting as well, and have to roll over and cough as some of her juices get caught in my throat.

“Jesus, you two…” Alex remarks from my bed. I crane my neck and see her sitting up now, leaning on her side like a model waiting to be painted. “You should make porn,” She giggles.

“What?” I croak.

“Porn. You should film porn together, it would be incredibly hot.”

“I heard you, I guess I should have asked ‘why’?”

Alex shrugs and swings her feet down onto the floor. “There’s a… what’s the word? Passion? Yeah, a passion that you two have when you’re together that is undeniable. Even I can tell how much you love each other. Look at you,” she points down between us. I follow her finger and notice that Lauren and I are holding hands. I don’t remember reaching for her. Or maybe she reached for me. It just feels right after what we did.

“We’re not making porn,” Lauren grumbles, slowly pushing herself up, “nothing against pornstars but Joe is a dumb perfectionist about certain scenes and I don’t want to start and stop sex that much.” She leans over and kisses me on the mouth. I kiss her back and once again there’s a brief moment where nothing else matters in the world. “Still love you though.”

“Love you too, sis,” I murmur back to her.

“Fine, whatever. I guess as long as I can keep having a live show, then I can’t complain.” Alex slinks towards me and kneels next to me, giving me a kiss. She licks her lips afterwards. “Now… whose pussy am I tasting on you?” I can see my sister blushing out of the corner of my eye. Alex giggles and gets up. “I need to go shower. But uh… can I talk to you afterwards, Joe?”

“Yeah, of course,” I reply. She grins and skips out of the room, clearly recovered from her orgasm before my twin and I.

We lay there silently for a moment, holding hands and waiting to be able to feel things again other than the pounding of our hearts and the tingling in our toes.

“We should probably shower too before we work out,” Lauren suggests.

“There’s a lot of surprises in that sentence,” I say after a deep breath, “first being that I forgot the concept of working out exists. And secondly, you want to shower before we work out, not after?”

“Joseph,” Lauren rests back onto her knees and gestures at both of our bodies. “You came all over us. I don’t wanna work out with your jizz all over me. And besides, you’ve got two different girl’s pussy juices all over your face. And I doubt you showered last night after fucking Ms. Larson. You need a shower. So do I, but you do super badly.”

“Damn, sis, don’t have to be so mean about it.”

She sticks her tongue out at me and I return the favor. “Do you wanna go first or should I?”

I sit up, reluctantly let go of her hand, and slowly get to my feet. “What if…” I smile at her mischievously, “we just shower together?”

She raises an eyebrow but shrugs. “I mean… after what we just did it’s not like it’s a leap forward or anything. And we see each other naked literally all day now.”

“Sooooo?” I ask.

“So fuck it, yeah. Let’s save the world one duo shower at a time.”

“Unless this first one sucks.”

“Right, if you hog all my water I’ll stab you,” Lauren jabs me affectionately in the side and slips out of my room before I can retaliate.

I follow slowly, realizing I don’t even know what time it is. Not having pockets means I’ve used my phone a hell of a lot less over the last few days than I normally would. I haven’t texted my friends much, haven’t checked in with my parents. Haven’t even been browsing Reddit.

I’m just walking around naked and learning something new about myself twice a day. Today, for example, I learned I like eating pussy. And soon I’m going to learn how my sister showers. Who knows what I’ll learn this afternoon?

Lauren already has the shower running when I arrive at the bathroom. She’s standing next to the large glass box that serves as the shower, leaning in to test the temperature with one hand. When she leans like this, one leg extends out for balance, letting me admire the smooth muscles in her lower half. Her butt draws the eye first, bigger than you would expect for a girl her size, with just a little jiggle to it as she moves around. Her legs from that bouncy butt down to her toes are all muscular in the right way, just enough to provide an alluring curve. Not made of steel like Serena’s or Kayla’s. Perfect.

My sister is perfect in every way.

She turns to face me with a smile. Her tits do a little jiggle and bounce as she turns and my heart skips a beat at the sight. “It’s warming up,” she says. I cross the room to her in three quick steps and put my hands on her waist. Our foreheads press together and my breath catches in my throat as her arms go up around my neck.

“I love you,” I whisper to her. And I mean it in more ways than one.

“I love you too,” she whispers back. And I know she means it exactly how I do.

“Was today ok?”

She nods slowly, and tucks her face into the crook of my neck. “More than ok. I… I loved it. I liked what I did last night, with Kayla. I like girls. But I love you. A lot.” She looks up and me and we kiss once more, brief but full of love in ways our words can’t express.

“What does that mean?” I ask.

She takes my hands and pulls me into the shower with her, dragging me back until her back is against the wall. Warm water cascades over us, splashing over both of us and between us. It’s soothing, and I can already feel it starting to cleanse the various bodily fluids off of me. Her hair quickly becomes a wet mess plastered to her skull, strands spread out across her face. I brush them away from her mouth with one hand and kiss her hard, pressing her against the wall.

One hand goes to her waist, and the other cups her cheek, while her arms go back around my neck. Our lips meet again, a motion and a feeling that I’m quickly growing to crave. Water pours over us, a strong jet that we both ignore to the best of our abilities. Her tongue meets mine, slipping and sliding against me as I press her against the wall.

I lose track of time. Thankfully the water never gets cold, but I don’t know how long Lauren and I make out in the shower. It’s not needy, and it won’t turn into anything more sexual. It’s just loving and tender.

I could do this forever, easily. Well, I’d probably eventually get hard and want to fuck her, but for a good while at least I could stand in this shower and make out with my sister. We only stop because she pushes me back gently, her hands coming down to my chest.

“We need to actually shower,” she whispers, barely audible over the pounding water. “Get clean and work out and… I want to kiss you all day, I do. That sounds great. But we should do other stuff.”

“Damn,” I giggle. She’s right. We can’t spend all day turning into prunes and practicing incestuous kissing. “I guess you make something resembling a point.” I step back fully and reach for the soap, lathering it up on my hands.

“That being said,” she smiles and bites her bottom lip, “maybe you soap me up and I soap you up?” I agree so fast it nearly stops time. She barely can finish her sentence before my soapy hands are on her. “No more kissing,” she whispers, “until we’re both clean.” It’s good she said it now, just in case I got stupid in the next few moments while my hands are on her.

I start at her shoulders and work down her body, doing her back first. I spend a little longer than necessary on her butt, squeezing it happily and making her jump. “The return of Bootypincher,” I murmur, making her giggle. I kneel and take care of her legs, massaging them gently, all the way down to her feet. For a moment, I’m on my knees, looking up at my sister’s soft, juicy butt and I’ve never wanted to kiss a butt more.

Then I stand, and spin her around. Her front goes slower, because I take a while around her boobs, making her moan gently. I brush over her stomach, and try not to spend too long on her groin. I don’t want to get us too worked up again.

She rinses, does her hair, and then soaps herself up to take care of me. She does the same as I did, starting with my back, even pinching my butt on the way down. “What if Bootypincher was a woman in the sequel?” She giggles. We chat about that idea and what the plot of a sequel would even be while she soaps me up. She does most of the talking while she’s cleaning my dick, because I’m too busy gasping as she gently strokes me under the guise of cleaning me. This stops quickly though, and soon I’m rinsing myself and shampooing my hair.

We stand in the shower together for a moment afterwards, just looking at each other, before Lauren reaches back and turns off the water. She kisses me, just once, and then opens the door to the shower.

“Come on,” she says, grabbing a towel and tossing me one, “we’ve got exercise to do.”

I fake fainting at the thought of the working out again, and then giggle with her as we get out of the shower and dry ourselves off.

When we get out of the bathroom, Alex is waiting for us in the hall, looking as radiant and beautiful as ever. More so, somehow, freshly off her shower.

“Jesus, you two take a long fucking shower,” Alex grins, “Ooorrrrr,” she leans in towards us cartoonishly, “was it only long because you two were in there together. Getting dirty while getting clean?”

Lauren blushes but nods. “Just a little.”

“Hooootttt,” Alex sings as she snaps back to a standing straight position.

“Yeah yeah, we know,” Lauren sighs.

“I know you two are gonna go work out but uh, can I talk to Joe first? Um… alone?” Alex shifts awkwardly from foot to foot, looking between me and my sister.

“Yeah, of course,” Lauren says, and walks off to the stairs, heading for the workout room. Leaving me alone with this succubus. A succubus that is very quickly drawing me in.

“Is everything ok?” I ask Alex. This is the first time I’ve seen her look uncomfortable or anxious or anything of the sort.

“Yeah, yeah,” she waves a hand dismissively, “I’m good, I’m more than good. I’m great I’m…” she looks down.

“Alex, you’re being weird, what’s up?”

She blushes and looks back up at me. “I wanna know if you wanna like… spend the whole day together? As like a test run?”

“A test run?”

“I like you, and I don’t know why I like you so much, because I’ve only known you like a day but it was a good day and I like being around you and it’s weird and I don’t know the last time I felt like this so early but I like you a lot, Joe, and I wanna… maybe I was wondering if you wanted to be my boyfriend?”

I rock back onto my heels at the end of her rambling confession of feelings. “Alex, are you fucking with me?”

She looks confused, “No, I wouldn’t do that. I like you, and I know we’re less than a full day into knowing each other and this is stupid fast and it’s dumb but I guess I felt it immediately, you know?”

“What would that mean for us?”

“I don’t know,” she blushes, “I’ve never had a boyfriend before. Like, I’ve had sex, and done stuff, but Mom and Dad didn’t really let me date in high school, and here it’s been different.”

I look in her eyes, wondering what I did right in a past life to deserve this beautiful creature to like me with such intensity. “So… would you want to be exclusive?”

She laughs and shakes her head. “I wouldn’t dream of taking you away from your sister, and Ms. Larson might stab me if I tried to tell her she couldn’t have sex with you if she wanted. And then…” she looks down at her toes and giggles. “And I don’t know if I could never fool around with a girl again. But… maybe… we could set some rules about who and what is ok?”

My head is spinning, the world rotating on its axis far faster than it should be. I should be flying off into space right now, rocketing off to the moon with how dizzy I suddenly get. She wants to date me? What does that even really mean? We already live together and have fooled around but it seems it means something more to her. My thoughts are wildly bouncing around my skull and it doesn’t quite make sense to me. Nothing does right now.

“That’s… that’s moving really fast.”

“Oh,” she looks away, “sorry if I–”

“I didn’t say no,” I say quickly, “I wasn’t expecting you to want to be my girlfriend or try and figure out what that’s supposed to mean or any of that this early. Yes. Let’s… all day today. Test run, spend time together.” I run my hands through my still damp hair.

Alex smiles. I would have this weird conversation a thousand times if it meant I could see that smile every time. She steps towards me and she takes my hands, pulling me into a kiss. “Ok. Cool.”

“Cool?”

“Fuck yeah. Is that better?” She giggles.

“I think so. I’ll… I’m gonna go work out, because it’s a thing I’m apparently doing now,” I say.

“You’ll look good with abs,” she winks.

I laugh, “If you say so. I’ll come by your room afterwards.”

“I have some ideas for what to do today.”

“Oh yeah?” I cock my head.

“It’s a surprise, Joseph. Go get strong.” She skips away to her room, and I stand stock still watching her until she disappears into her bedroom. Hard not to stare at that butt.

Ok, work out time.

I arrive at the room and find Lauren, Tyler, and Kayla all already in the middle of some pre-workout stretching. The clock on the wall says 9:06. So I can’t be too late.

“Joe!” Serena’s harsh voice rings out, making me jump. “You’re late!”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t realize that was a problem. Or what time it was. Or even what time you started.” There were a lot of things that I lost track of between how I woke up, what we did in the shower and the wild conversation with Alex.

“Yeah, I’m just fucking with you, find a spot and join in,” Serena smirks at me as I take a spot next to Kayla at the end, and start going through the stretches with everyone else. There’s an extra body in here today to draw my eye but, while I do appreciate looking at Kayla and Lauren, Serena’s muscular, godlike form is the centerpiece of the exercise room.

She works us hard today. After the stretches are done we’re in the weeds pretty quickly, doing calisthenics and weight lifting and jumping exercises that make me positive I’m going to be sore tomorrow. That’s her goal though, I suppose.

Tyler handles it all easier than the rest of us, though Kayla can’t be far behind him. Lauren and I flounder like weak little fish, and do our best to keep up.

Serena moves easily and though a sheen of sweat is covering her skin, her heavy chest isn’t heaving anywhere near as hard as the rest of us. A shame. But any time we jump, her chest bounces up and down, brown flesh alluringly flopping around. And that makes me a happy boy.

Her body is something I’ve never fantasized about too much. The whole “muscle girl being rough” thing has never really appealed to me, but there’s something about Serena, about the way she walks and talks and looks at me that makes it click in my brain. I’d let her choke me. Maybe more. I don’t know. I have no idea how far I want her to push the boundaries of her being stronger than me. But she’s hot, super hot. Objectively beautiful, and the fact that she could easily star in action movies without need for any CGI is just a bonus.

I thankfully don’t get any injuries this time. No one throws a ball too hard at me, I don’t strain anything. I do stumble around a few times, miss the thing I’m supposed to climb on, or nearly drop something on myself. But Serena’s body is distracting as hell, so I’ll take a bunch of near misses.

By the end of it, every part of my body has been worked out in one way or another, muscles are vaguely aching, but I know tomorrow will be worse. As we towel off and chug water, Serena approaches me, swilling water about in her mouth.

“So, I normally do Hayley at 7, and then the kids at 9, and then I fuck off, unless you want private stuff. It’s cool if you don’t show or you are late or whatever, seriously I don’t give a fuck, but just so you know the times.” She slaps my arm and grins at me as I wince.

“Thanks. I like… well I think I like working out.”

“You’ll get there. You keep coming and I’ll keep turning you into less of a little noodle.” She narrows her eyes at me. “If you keep staring at me like that you’re going to end up hurting yourself somehow though,” Serena smirks, seemingly seeing right through my attempts to not perv on her too much. “It’s fine if you wanna stare, I know I’m hot. It’s also ok if you wanna go back to your room and jerk your dick thinking about me.” She even shakes her chest at me at this, and laughs. “I don’t care. But in here, I’m responsible for your safety, so don’t make my life harder than it needs to be.”

“Yeah, sorry,” I say, looking down at my feet. It feels wrong to openly stare at her tits after that conversation, and the stern look on her face makes me feel small. So my feet are the way to go.

“It’s fine,” she tousles my hair. “Besides, you don’t wanna fuck me.”

I look up at that, confused. “Um, why do you say that?”

She leans down and gets right in my face. It’s only now that I realize everyone else is already out of the room, leaving me alone with her. My fingers tremble a little at how close and intoxicating she is. “I prefer women. And I’ll fuck a boy, but you have to be worth it, and you have to be ready to take it rough.”

I puff out my chest, “I think I can handle rough sex.”

“Little man lost his virginity last night and now you think you can handle anything, huh?” her voice isn’t quite demeaning, but it’s toeing the line and is barely still on the side of teasing. I blush at her tone and she reaches out, taking my chin in her hand and tilting my face up to hers. “Well?”

“I’m not a child.”

“No,” she muses, “but I’d still break you.”

“Break me?”

“I’d leave you sobbing and begging me to stop.” The way she says it indicates that she believes it to be a fact, not just an opinion or a way to try and dissuade me.

She would break me.

“What does that even mean?” I ask, my voice shaking a little bit in trepidation for the answer.

She smirks, “Buddy, it means I’m going to use you. Use your mouth, use your cock, and most importantly,” she leans around to look at my butt, and I instinctively clench my ass cheeks, “I’m going to use your little ass.” I shiver, and she giggles, then leans in to whisper in my ear. “I have a big toy to peg you with. So if you really really want to fuck me…” her breath is hot on my ear, “then I fuck you first. And I go rough.”

She pulls back and looks into my eyes, and then boops me on the nose with her finger. “So it’s your choice, Joe. All that assuming you can convince me you’ll be worth my time.” And then she turns around and walks over to collect her things. I watch her ass, watch her legs, and try not to picture her fucking me in the ass with a strap-on as she leaves me alone in the middle of the room.

Then I turn and I leave the room, needing to be elsewhere, part of me dreading the next time I’m going to work out. Lauren is waiting for me, but Kayla and Tyler are both gone.

“Hey,” she says, “what uh, what did Alex wanna talk about?”

“She wanted to spend all day together. Just the two of us.”

“Just the two of you?” she looks hurt, left out. Betrayed.

“Yeah she uh,” I rub the back of my head, feeling my sweaty hair sticking up, “she asked me to be her boyfriend, I think?”

“Wow, Joe. And you said yes?”

“Today is to find out if we would both like that. But… yeah. I mean yeah I think I would enjoy that.”

She looks down, and then back up to me, but she doesn’t quite meet my eyes. She’s looking at my mouth and nose, not my eyes. “So…” she trails off, looking away again.

I pull her close and give her a deep kiss. “She doesn’t want to stop you and I being whatever we are. You’re the most important person in my life, and that’s not changing.”

She nods, and smiles faintly. “Ok good. Then good for you. I’m just a little jealous. Just a bit. But I’m happy for you, really.”

“Well,” I grin, “we might not end up as anything but… I like her.”

“I like her too,” Lauren smiles and reaches out for my hand. Our fingers fit together perfectly, as they always do, and we shakily walk back down to the second floor again. I promised Alex I’d spend the day with her, and that’s what I’m going to do.

“What are you going to get up to today?” I ask Lauren while we walk.

“Little swimming, maybe watch a movie. I need to also call Rebecca,” she says, referring to her best friend back home, “she texted me last night about her boyfriend being an asshole and I need to go into best friend mode.”

“Give her a shoulder to cry on?”

“Mhm,” she nods, “metaphorically at least. But it’ll be nice to talk to her again. Been like… three days longer than normal.” She giggles at this, but I find my mind drifting to thoughts of our friends back home and how much we used to talk to them and how little we have lately. And our parents. Mom is texting me three times a day and I’m accidentally ignoring her and I feel bad about it.

“Tell her I said hi, and that we need her to die early in Bootypincher.”

We giggle at each other and chat about the stupid things we always chat about. Movies, friends, and acting. But now there’s a little more slipping into our conversation, a feeling of underlying sexuality that wouldn’t have been here a week ago. When she looks at me and I look at her, things feel right. They just feel fucking right.

It’s only a minute or so before we’re outside Alex’s room, and I give my sister a kiss goodbye for the day. Sure I’ll see her around the house and at meals, but today I belong to someone else.

She walks away as I knock on Alex’s door. “Heeeeyyy,” I call inside.

“Come in, doofus,” Alex calls back.

I open the door and poke my head in. She’s sitting on her bed, legs crossed and her back against her headboard, a book in her lap. Alex is already smiling in my direction as I enter, and she shuts the book, setting it aside, and gestures for me to sit on the bed.

“So,” I plop down on her sheets near her and put a hand on her knee, “you wanna spend the day together. I wanna spend the day together. What do you wanna do?”

Her hand lands on top of mine, and she gently squeezes it. “I wanna do your favorite thing, and I want you to do my favorite thing. I want to talk a lot and I want to get to know you.” She leans in and kisses my cheek, “I want to know if you annoy the fuck out of me or if you’re as cool as my intuition tells me. And I want to be around you.”

“That’s a lot of stuff,” I grin, making her roll her eyes at me. “But yes, all of that sounds good.”

“Ok thank God. I’m bad at this shit,” she blushes and leans back. “Where do you want to start? My thing or your thing?”

“What’s your thing?” I ask with genuine curiosity.

“You’re going to learn how to play Dark Souls, and I’m gonna coach you through it and it’s going to be wonderful. You know, assuming you’re into that.”

“I’m very into that. I mean, I have no clue if I’ll be good at it or if I’ll enjoy it, but I want to try.”

“You’ll be fine, it’s not hard.”

“It has such a reputation for being hard,” I say, narrowing my eyes at her.

“Well yeah, it’s hard, but it’s not really fucking hard, you know? You’ll be fine, you have hands and a brain and the best coach in the world.” She grins wide.

“Someone is humble,” I tease.

“Not me, I’m the fucking best and I know that shit,” she giggles, “And then… what’s your favorite thing?”

“We’re gonna watch Good Will Hunting,” I say firmly.

“I’ve never seen it.”

“It’s my favorite movie, the writing is great, Robin Williams gives an all time performance and young Damon and Affleck rule,” I have to forcibly stop myself from getting too excited about it.

“Ok, cool. Movie first?” she suggests, “That way if you really suck at Dark Souls we can take our time with it.”

“Sure,” I stand up, taking her by the hand and pulling her with me. Alex yelps as I drag her out of bed, cursing at me while she stumbles to her feet.

“Damn, ok, you’re not going to suck,” she laughs as I stick my tongue out at her.

“I might,” I concede. We walk out of her room and make our way up to the theater, chatting about favorite movies and what we both enjoy and don’t enjoy. I’m obviously significantly more of a cinephile, but listening to her describe the westerns her dad enjoyed growing up makes my heart lighten.

Soon enough we’re at the theater, blessedly empty. She finds a spot on the couch while I get the movie set up, with Ms. Larson proving once more that she won’t fail me by not having a movie I’m looking for.

I sit down next to Alex, which quickly turns into cuddling. She turns on her side, wraps an arm around me, drapes her smooth legs over my lap, and presses that perfect chest against my arm. “This ok?” She asks, looking up at me.

“Much more than ok,” I whisper back, giving her a little kiss on the nose.

She flinches at the nose kiss. “That was fucking weird.”

“Bad weird?” I ask with a chuckle.

“Just weird. It’s ok. I don’t think anyone’s ever kissed my nose before.” This time I kiss her on the lips. She tries to continue the kiss but I push her back, my hand on her chest.

“We have a movie to watch. And I’m gonna talk about why certain scenes are amazing but we’re not gonna make out or fool around or any of that until the credits roll.”

She raises an eyebrow at me, “Really? You’re gonna watch a movie naked with me and not kiss or anything?”

I blush at the silliness of her having to ask that question. A few days ago I would have slapped myself for even considering telling a girl that looks this good that I don’t want to make out with her. “To be fair,” I say in my own defense, “we do everything naked together. It’s not like I don’t wanna do stuff to you,” I run my fingers along her arm, “but if we wanna just fool around we can just fool around. If we wanna see if we can be something, then let’s do that.” I still can’t believe I’m saying it.

Alex blinks at me a few times but eventually nods. “You’re right. You’re right.” She cuddles up against me and that’s really fucking nice, but we don’t go any further than that.

Alex quickly gets sucked into the movie, because it’s a great movie, and though I occasionally open my dumb mouth to say something about a scene, we mostly just enjoy the film. On those occasions when I say something though, remarking on the way a scene is shot or my appreciation for the writing, Alex is quick to ask follow up questions. At first I think she’s just humoring me. I wouldn’t complain about that, interest in each other’s hobbies is important, even if it’s not entirely genuine. After the second question though I can see a real inquisitiveness behind her eyes, an actual meaningful desire to hear my answers.

“I like hearing you talk about stuff you’re smart about,” she says at one point, giving me a demure smile. If I could live in that moment, looking at that smile and feeling what I feel for her then, I would do it in a heartbeat. I’ve never felt more emotionally attracted to a woman than when I look into her eyes and see that she really gives a shit what I have to say.

Never except with Lauren. But I can’t date Lauren. I can’t marry her. I can just love her.

She tears up during the “It’s not your fault” scene, and uses my arm to wipe her eyes. I don’t mind that and never will. Alex’s hand squeezes mine hard, almost to the point of pain, during the scene where Will confesses the truth about his upbringing to Skylar. I can feel the tension radiating out of her into me.

At the end, after Sean’s final ad-libbed line, and the credits roll, she looks up at me adoringly. “Thank you, that was delightful.” Her lips meet my cheek and I smile wide. “I’m not normally a drama person, but that was really good. A bit much at times, but good.”

I look over to her and return her kiss, this one going to her lips. They part and our tongues meet, darting around each other like long-lost friends. It lasts only a few moments though before I can hear her stomach rumbling.

Alex pulls back, pink spreading across her face, and gives an embarrassed smile. “I’m hungry, but I didn’t wanna interrupt the movie and I’m normally not this hungry this early but a certain someone wore me out this morning,” she runs a hand through my hair.

My response to that horrid accusation is a shrug. “Not my fault. You literally crawled into my bed. I just did what felt natural.”

“No complaints, just hunger,” she says.

“Let me make you lunch,” I say, gently pushing her legs off of me and standing up, pulling her with me.

“Really?” She looks puzzled, like she can’t comprehend the idea of someone else making her lunch.

“Yeah, if this is like, ‘date day’ or whatever, then I wanna make you lunch. I’m no Julie in the kitchen, but I make a mean grilled cheese.”

“I’ll happily eat whatever you make me,” Alex grins.

She explains Dark Souls to me as we go downstairs. There’s a bunch of these games, but she’s going to start me with the first one. Well not the “first” first one, but the first one. I get the lowdown on the style of game, the general mechanics, and why it’s hard but not actually hard. It’s a “fair difficulty”, she says. And I am very curious about the distinction.

No one else is in the kitchen, it seems like one of those days where we’re doing leftovers or making our own food. No complaints from me there, I planned on making lunch for Alex and I anyway.

“Any preferences for your grilled cheese?” I ask as I assemble all the requirements out of the massive fridge. Butter, cheese, bread, and then some slices of deli pepperoni, and some ranch dressing.

“I trust you. Make me whatever you want, just don’t put something super weird on it.”

“Caviar and guacamole, coming right up,” I wink to her. She giggles and takes a seat at the island while I bustle around the kitchen and get things going. It’s a simple sandwich. Two slices of cheese, some pepperoni, just a smidge of ranch, smush that bad boy together and fry.

While I cook the world’s simplest meal for us, Alex and I talk more. It’s constant chatter, with no awkward pauses or weird moments where we have to think about what to say. I tell her about my first movies, and she tells me about the first time she designed a logo she really liked. She talks about her art, and discovering drawing, and I tell her about the time Lauren and I tried to film a horror short but got locked in a closet. We make each other laugh, easily, and when the food is cooked, we grab some chips and sodas and take everything upstairs to Alex’s room.

Alex loads up Dark Souls and we watch the opening cutscene and talk about it while we eat. There’s apparently a ton of lore to the game that I don’t get and most people don’t get and it doesn’t really matter but it kinda matters. Alex explains all of that to me like it’s the most normal thing in the world. Maybe for her it is.

“So like, am I the pygmy?” I ask.

“No no no no,” she shakes her head and finishes chewing her bite of sandwich before continuing. “You’re just some undead dude. The Chosen Undead, technically, but that could be anyone who does what you do. You just happen to be dope enough to go kill all these fucking guys and get their souls.”

“That’s metal.”

“It’s pretty fucking metal, yeah,” she grins wide.

Soon we’re done eating, and after I wash my hands, she sits me down in her gaming chair, hands me the controller, and we’re off to the races. She sits right next to me in her desk chair, watching and providing advice when needed or just talking more about our lives when no advice seems necessary.

It goes slow at first, and I can tell some of the things I do are making her frustrated with my ineptitude, but I quickly start to get the hang of it. Soon I’m hacking and slashing my way through the Undead Burg and only being mildly terrified of every single enemy.

“Oooh, ok, so this is a merchant,” she says, pointing out a guy sitting on the ground. “So your souls are how you level up, but also money, so you gotta choose.”

“Can I stab him and take his stuff?”

“Well,” she frowns at me, “yes, but he won’t respawn and you can’t take all of his stuff, just the stuff he drops. So buy a few things first.” She rattles off the list of items I should buy from this guy to make the rest of my journey easier. I don’t have enough souls yet, so I go kill some more guys, buy all the items and then stand there in front of him for a moment.

“Do I get something for shanking this guy?”

“You get a katana.”

I immediately press the attack button and quickly kill the merchant for his katana. “I feel like I need to use this now.”

“It’s good. Not like the best thing in the world, but it’ll work for a while,” Alex smiles at me. Her eyes are bright and shining. “Are you enjoying it? You don’t have to keep playing if you hate it.”

“I’m having a great time,” I say truthfully. I’m not sure how much of that is the game and how much is her presence while we play though.

“Good, because you’re coming up on the first real boss,” she says, her grin widening. Her hand is on my thigh all throughout the next section. Not moving or teasing me, just there. Feeding the growing connection between us. Skin on skin contact steadily becoming the new normal.

I fight the boss, dying several times before finally getting the glorious joy of victory, and move on. I’m getting the hang of it now, and understand her love of these games. I’m not quite that deep in love yet, but I at least appreciate where she’s coming from. Over the next little bit, her hand creeps closer and closer to my cock. By the time I find a cool blacksmith guy she has her fingers wrapped around me.

“Ok,” she says softly, “we’ve been going for a while. Time for your real test.”

“I need to be tested even more?” I reply, turning to look at her.

She nods, “Need is probably a strong word. But I want to test you. Just for fun. For this next boss, I’m going to play with your cock while you fight. But I’m not going to make you cum until you beat them.”

Full understanding of her plan dawns on me and I narrow my eyes at her. “You devil-woman.”

“Yes. A title I’ll wear proudly.” She starts to play with my dick, touching and tugging at it, working to get me hard even as I stumble my way around towards my next objective. By the time I find the boss, I’m fully erect, with her little hand sliding up and down my shaft at an agonizingly slow pace.

“Fuck,” I grumble, as I enter the boss arena and get started, “I’m already starting to forget controls.”

Alex giggles and continues her tantalizing playtime. We’re playing two different games now, and I feel like I might be losing at both of them. I die easily, but I learn a lot and I feel like I can take him next time. I’m left groaning as Alex takes her hand off of my dick.

“Sorry babe,” she whispers, “have to keep you ready for the fight itself. Don’t want you to accidentally cum early,” her lips press against my neck just below my ear.

I rush back to the boss arena. As I’m approaching I hear her spit into her hand. Fuck. I earn her slick hand back on my cock as the battle begins again in earnest. This time I get him low, and then am surprised when another one shows up. I’m quickly defeated while outnumbered and her hand pulls away again.

I grunt at the missing stimulation and glare in her direction. “You could have warned me about the second one showing up.”

“Nah,” she whispers, planting more kisses along my jaw, “learning is part of it. You got it this time though.”

I did not in fact have it that time. I’m edged and teased through six more attempts at these fucking gargoyles, slowly losing my mind into Alex’s hand. My hips start to hump up into her fist as my need rises.

“I don’t know if I can do it like this,” I grunt to her as I prepare for the next attempt. Precum is leaking from my tip, and she has spread it along my shaft, making my cock glisten under the lights of her room.

“I believe in you,” she whispers in my ear. “I’ve trained you so well.”

“You barely trained me at all,” I complain as I prepare for my next attempt.

“Just focus, don’t think about me pumping your cock, don’t think about getting to cum…” she leans in until her lips are against my ear, “don’t think about fucking me on my bed after you beat this. Just play.”

I’ve never been so motivated to do anything in my life. She strokes me slowly, but deliberately, as I take them on once again. She doesn’t kiss me or tease me any more than the ever present slow strokes of her soft hand up and down my shaft.

I destroy them.

Before the words “YOU DEFEATED” are done fading from the screen I have the controller on the desk and I stand up. Alex has pushed her chair back, toppling it in her haste, and kisses me, hard on the mouth.

My hands roam down her back to her butt as we press together. She can’t stroke my cock anymore so she settles for running her hands through my hair while we make out. Our tongues wrestle and we moan into each other’s mouths. Step by step we totter together towards her bed, until she bumps into it with the back of her legs.

Only then do we stop kissing, just long enough for her to crawl onto the bed and lay on her back, beckoning me forward with one finger. I crawl after her and our lips meet once more. I need her right now. She’s teased me and taunted me and toyed with me and now I can have her.

My hand slides up her leg, from her knee to her pussy in one smooth motion and I cup it, rubbing my fingers along her slit. She writhes under my touch, squirming happily. My finger penetrates her and quickly searches inwards and upwards for her g-spot. Her hand leaves my hair and grabs my wrist as she moans at me.

“Stop!” She growls.

I stop immediately, freezing. “What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?”

She shakes her head, “Fuck no. I don’t wanna fool around. I want you to fuck me. I need your cock inside me. Are you… is that ok?”

I smile at her and nod. “Yeah, very ok. Are you sure?”

She kisses me gently and sweetly. The way only Lauren has ever kissed me before now, with real emotion behind it. “Yes.”

I pull my finger out of her, suck it clean to taste her, and then slide between her legs. She spreads them to let me in, her hand casually rubbing at her clit while she watches me get situated. “I’ve uh… I’ve never been on top before,” I blush.

“It’s ok. You aren’t going to hurt me. Just do what feels right.” She rubs my forearm with one hand, looking up at me with a grin.

I guide myself to her slit with my hand on the base of my cock, my other hand holding me up as I lay nearly on top of her. She stops playing with herself, instead one hand goes to my waist and the other to my shoulder.

My head presses against her lips and I feel the wetness coat my tip, soaking me in her arousal. I look into her eyes and she looks back. Alex nods, and I push into her.

She’s tighter than Ms. Larson. Not significantly, but it’s noticeable. Or maybe that’s just the angle from being on top. Regardless, she feels incredible. I slide halfway into her, going slow and even, until her hand on my waist tells me to stop, pushing back against me.

“Right there. You can fuck me, just stay at this depth for now, don’t go deeper, I need to get used to you.” Her voice is breathy and full of need, and it’s the hottest thing in the world.

I do as she says, pulling my hips back until only the head of my cock is still inside of her, and then pushing back in. Half of my cock at a time. Feeling her wrap around me so tight it makes me feel like I might cum at any point. I can’t disappoint her though. Not on our first time together.

Each thrust makes her beautiful tits bounce slightly, just enough to notice the way they jiggle as our bodies meet and separate. Her ankles lock around my waist and her hand pulls away, going to my hair. “Ok,” she whispers. “Fuck me.”

I lean in and kiss her while I push the full length of my dick into her. Every inch of me fills her and she moans into my mouth, the sound growing louder and louder until it vibrates the core of my being.

My hips pull back and then push forward, each time earning me a new moan of pleasure from her beautiful mouth. Slowly but surely I speed up. Thrusts coming faster and faster.

“Oh God,” I whimper, feeling my balls slap against her ass. Her hands are around my neck, and though we occasionally try to kiss they’re often sloppy and momentary. Her tits bounce faster now, fully shaking around on her chest as I fuck her, really fuck her hard. It’s nice to be in control, to be in charge of the pace.

“Yes, Joe!” She moans with me, “Fuck me! Fuck my little pussy!”

I fall onto her, burying myself in her and laying on top of her, my arms wrapping her up. She hungrily kisses me, and I kiss her back. We make out without our hips moving, my cock is fully buried in her. After a few moments we pull our lips apart.

Our eyes meet and she smiles at me. So I start again. Slowly for now but quickly gaining speed. My cock becomes a blur, slamming into her, and I press my head against hers. Our foreheads touch and we moan loudly at each other, the sounds of our pleasure competing with the sound of our bodies meeting at high speed.

“I’m close,” she gasps. I don’t respond. I can’t. My whole being is focused on getting her there, pushing her over the edge to ecstasy. Her fingers tighten in my hair, pulling at my scalp. Those beautiful eyes glaze over and her mouth hangs open. I feel her squeeze around me. So tight, fitting around me perfectly.

Then she shudders. And she gasps, eyes wide, staring up at me. I feel her pussy spasm around me, becoming incredibly tight, but I don’t stop fucking, I can’t.

“Fuck fuck fuck, I’m fucking cumming!” She squeals in my face.

I pound her through her orgasm, feeling my own so close I don’t dare stop in case it kills me. As she is coming down off of hers I feel my own arrive.

“I’m cumming too,” The words are ripped out of me, with no control over their volume or intensity.

“Cum inside me babe, I want to feel you cum,” she kisses me, pulling me in, and leaves me no choice in the matter anyway. Not that I wanted to pull out. I belong inside of her, this is perfect.

I give her several more desperate thrusts, fast and needy, and then my balls turn over, and I push myself to the hilt inside of her and erupt. My body shakes, legs and arms spasming as I cum inside of her, pouring myself into her pussy.

I’m sure I’m making some manner of noise, some stupid wordless howl of pleasure, but I can’t hear it, I’m not aware of it in any way. My world could be boiled down to the feeling of my cock inside of her and the way her pussy works to milk me.

And then it’s over. The moment ends, and I’m on top of her, panting. She’s panting right with me, both of us sweating a little, both of us smiling and happy and satisfied.

I pull out of her, slowly, feeling tender and weak. As my cock exits her, a small glob of my cum spills out, making a little puddle on the bed beneath us. Neither of us notices or cares beyond a passing acknowledgement. I shudder with pleasure and slowly crawl to the side of her and flop onto my side next to her.

She kisses me instantly, and smiles at me. “How was that?”

“Amazing,” I grunt. “You’re amazing.”

“You too,” she purrs, sliding closer and pressing her head against my chest.

“Hey, Alex,” I say quietly.

“Yeah?”

“Will you be my girlfriend?”

She lifts her head up to look at me, and we lock eyes. If they truly are the windows to the soul, then I instantly know that her soul is full of pure joy at the moment.

“Yes, I’d like that a lot,” she responds with a murmur.

“Wanna figure out what that means when we wake up?”

“Yeah,” she responds, “you wore me the fuck out.” We giggle together, and she presses her head against my chest again. I wrap my arms around her, pull her close, and steady my breathing. Soon we’re breathing together, in and out at the same time. Then we fall asleep in each other’s arms.

We are awoken some time later by the sound of the door opening.

“Oh damn,” Lauren says. I open my eyes and look over to see her standing in the doorway, eyes wide as she takes in the sight of us laying together. “I was uh… I was sent to get you guys for dinner. You never came down or responded and we wanted to…” She takes a few steps closer. “Did you guys uh… you know?”

“Yeah,” I respond quietly. Alex is still mostly asleep, just a slowly shifting, barely conscious form next to me.

“How was it?” Lauren still creeps forward, until she’s kneeling next to the bed, looking at us up close.

“Amazing.” It about sums it up. I can’t think of something else that would fit the bill.

“I’m… Good for you,” she says softly. I can tell she wanted to say something else, something more. But she holds back, and just smiles, then leans in and gives me a gentle kiss on the lips. It’s weird to kiss while I’m still holding the girl I just fucked, but it’s less weird because it’s Lauren. I’ll never be upset about kissing her. “I like her,” she whispers to me, quiet enough Alex might not be able to hear.

“Me too,” I whisper back, “I think she’s my girlfriend now.”

Lauren’s eyes widen. “Wow. Um… That’s… wow.” I chuckle and she slaps my arm. “I’m happy for you.”

“So, dinner?”

“Yeah, dinner.” She gives me another kiss and then gets to her feet and leaves the room. I watch my sister’s ass shake gently as she walks out, then I roll over and kiss Alex’s forehead.

“Dinner time,” I whisper. She groans against my chest but opens her eyes and smiles at me.

My girlfriend nods, “Let’s fucking go then,” she grins, rolling over on top of me, giving me a kiss, and then hopping out of bed. I slowly push myself up, take her hand, and walk with her down to face the rest of the house and eat some food.