Sunday you wake to frantic banging on your window. This is strange and frightening, not in the least because your bedroom is on the second story. But peeking through your blackout curtains, you see Amber. She's standing on a tall stepladder. You gawk at her. She shrugs in exasperation. Through the glass, she says: "Open up already!"
Why not. You open your window. She slides herself across the sill like something liquid, accidentally kicking over the ladder in the process, and flops down on her belly on your messy floor.
"They have this new thing called doors now," you tell her as you close the window and curtains again.
She rises. "I can't stand one more second under that roof," she heaves. "Not with fucking Raisin Brant."
"Fucking Raising Brant?" You ask, quirking an eyebrow.
"Don't!" She shouts, holding up a finger. Then after a pause, she asks: "Why does it stink like Lily's over-perfuming ass in here?"
"Because Lily was in my bed all night rimming me."
Amber makes a face.
"Summer helped."
"Yeah, well, the coconut smell is baked in at this point. No fixing that. But you can still avoid adding a permanent stench of Paco Rabanne For Her on top of that. If you need your ass ate, just give me a ring. Fuck. Isn't that what sisters are for?"
"I don't think most people would agree."
"We're not most people."
"Do you have a reason for crawling through my window?" You ask, lying back down on your mattress.
"I don't want your nosy Mommies knowing I came here and ratting me out to Daddy."
"You're mad at him too?"
"Too?" Amber repeats. She sits at the side of your bed, looking down at you. "Are you pissed at Daddy about something? What'd he say to you?"
"We were--" you begin, but something clicks in your brain. "Wait. How do you know I'm mad at him because of something he said?"
"Well... you know how he is. He says stuff. You know."
You narrow your eyes. "Who told you."
Amber stops pretending. She adopts an indignant tone: "I just can't believe he said that shit to you! What the fuck is wrong with him? Way out of line!"
You turn and face the wall. "And I can't believe he told you about it. As if it's any of your business."
"He didn't tell me. I overheard him and Mommy talking about it."
You shrug.
Amber nudges you. "If it makes you feel any better, he feels like shit about it."
"Good."
Amber lies on her side with you and hugs you from behind. You try to wrestle free of her, but she refuses to let go, and soon you're her little spoon. She rests her chin on your shoulder. "You know what else? Mommy beat the ever-loving fuck out of him the other night. I'm talking some real Wrestlemania shit. Surprised he didn't wind up in the ER. You ever see someone get three black eyes?"
You look quizzically back at her. "Huh?"
Amber demonstrates by cupping a palm to her right eye, and then to the left. "Shiner. Shiner." Then she cups the palm to the bridge of her nose. "And another shiner connecting them. Three black eyes."
"That would be a black nose. Wouldn't it?"
"You ever hear that Atilla the Hun died of a nosebleed on his wedding night? I think that was Mommy and Daddy in a past life."
"Why did she beat him up like that?"
"They beat each other up. They get off on it. Freaks. I heard *bones* crunching."
You roll your eyes. "You must realize how creepy it is to spy on your parents having sex."
"Yeah? You fuck your Mommies yet, Wes? Or have you been too distracted by your live-in dickgirl to make a move on them?"
You respond with silence. So Amber hugs you tighter and starts stroking your tummy underneath your tee. "You did fuck them, didn't you. I could tell something was different at that assembly. And you've been an even bigger shut-in than usual lately. You're fucking your own mothers -- aren't you, Wes? Mother-fucker."
"At least they fuck me. Dad won't touch you with a ten-foot pole."
"It's not THAT big." She tweaks one of your nipples. You bite your lip, but can't help the squeak that escapes. "Don't lash out, okay? This is a sensitive topic for me. I've got Daddy issues."
"Welcome to the club."
"You could help me seduce him. Take some of the tension out of your relationship. Make him go splurrrt inside you and forget why you were ever mad at him to begin with."
"I'd rather fuck Mr. Langley. I'd rather fuck Mr. S."
"Don't even imply that kind of shit. Eugh." Amber's hand drifts south. "Sides, you haven't seen Daddy's dick before. I bet you'd change your tune."
She gets her fingers inside your basketball shorts and finds your naked cunt. (Underwear on a weekend is such a pain.) She strokes your pussy with gentle, teasing motions. Just enough to set you on edge.
"How... how big is it?" You ask, glancing over your shoulder.
Amber starts to finger you. She lays her other palm flat and perpendicular to your stomach at a spot quite well above your navel. The implication is pretty clear.
"Bullshit," you say.
"I shit you not."
"That's bigger than Mel."
"So he claims." Amber starts to really finger you now. And you can't lie, you're juicing up for her. "Me?" she adds, "I'm skeptical. I'd like to test the theory."
"Hold on. Let me take my shorts off."
"Me too."
You both kick your way free of your bottoms, and you turn to face her. Arms intertwined, you reach between yourselves to masturbate each other. It's a slow, tender fingerfuck, the kind you used to do for each other practically every day. You can't help yourselves; you start to kiss. Not like sisters should.
"How are your Moms? Are they as good as you hoped for?"
"Better... they fuck me like I'm a hooker they bought off the street."
"They make you eat them out?"
"Uh huh..."
"Whose cunt tastes better? I bet it's Kay's."
"I can't decide," you manage between shuddering moans.
"They eat you, too? Who's the better pussy eater?"
"N-Mom for sure. Her tongue... does things to me."
"Yeah, that's what I thought. Fucking dyke pig. Put in a good word for me, yeah? I'd like her mouth on my cunt one of these days, too."
You slip a finger into Amber's asshole as you strum her clit. She doesn't even flinch, and certainly doesn't complain. You make out wetly with her for a few long moments.
"Are you fucking Will and Auburn?" You ask.
"Oh they spitroast me plenty. Anal only, though. My pussy belongs to Daddy."
"You really think he'll fuck you?"
"If I wave my ass in front of him enough, he'll break. I've caught him staring enough times."
You gyrate your hips. "Like that -- just like that, Amb."
"Get one of your toys."
You turn and grope through your nightstand. You've got just the thing: your double-ended dildo. Positioning it between your cunts, you both slip it inside yourselves with ease. You wrap your legs around each other and start to lazily fuck while you swap spit.
"God, it's so big," Amber sighs, lost in her own thoughts. "Daddy's cock. And the way he fucks with it... not a single care in the world except for dropping his load inside whatever cunt he's fucking that night... fuck, I wish he'd rape me already."
The side of your butt traces a lopsided O on the mattress as you rut and fuck with Amber. Somehow you end up being more pitcher than catcher, so to speak: you're the one gyrating more, and therefore causing the dildo to move more than Amber, who only bucks her hips a little. Your legs are a little lower than hers and you're sort of fucking upwards into her cunt. She closes her eyes. It's obvious what she's fantasizing about.
But then she's back in the moment again, her bright blue eyes wide open, watching your face intently as the two of you mate.
"Can you promise me something?" She asks.
"Huh?"
"Whatever other fucked-up sex shit we get into with other people, we should still keep doing this. We don't do it enough anymore."
"What, masturbating together?"
"Yeah. Just the two of us. I never cum with anyone else like I do with you."
You kiss her. And then the two of you gaze down between your lithe bodies at the dildo linking your pussies. You both watch on and start to buck your hips wildly, bringing each other to a messy orgasm all over your bedsheets. And then after taking the edge off with such a nice orgasm, you keep the dildo in, slowly riding it together while you make out long into the afternoon.