Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex.
*****
The phone ringing in the living room woke me up. For a minute, I was disoriented and surprised to see Jake in bed with me instead of Amanda. The memory of the night before flooded back, and I grinned. I'd finally literally slept with a man, and now that he'd fucked me once I figured I could get him to do it again.
I untangled myself from Jake, who was laying next to me with one arm and one leg thrown over me, then quickly went into the living room to answer the phone.
"Hello?"
"Good morning," I heard Lana say. "This is the third time I've called. You guys sleeping in today?"
"Pretty much," I replied with a laugh.
"Well, Mom called Dad this morning. They were on the phone for about an hour. I think that everything is going to be ok with them," she said.
"'With them'?" I echoed. The way she said it, it sounded like there was more.
"Yeah," she said. "Dad doesn't think that you're out of the woods with her yet."
"Great," I groaned. "How is my girlfriend?"
Her voice went down to a hushed whisper. "Wet," she giggled. Then her voiced raised to a normal level. "We're bringing donuts. Wake Jake up. We'll be there in ten or fifteen minutes."
I went back into my bedroom to wake Jake up. "Get up, Jake," I said, shaking him. "The girls are on their way home."
"'k," he mumbled. However, he didn't move or even open his eyes.
I tugged at his arm. "C'mon, Jake," I said. "If Lana catches you in my bed, she'll know you slept with me...er, with Wilma."
"'k," he said again. Still he didn't move. After a few seconds, he started snoring again.
"Last chance," I warned, shaking him again. He mumbled something that I couldn't make out, then went back to snoring.
I shrugged. I promised him that I wouldn't tell Lana, but if he let the cat out of the bag by not getting up then it was his fault.
I really had to pee. I went to the bathroom to relieve my screaming bladder and when I came out the girls were already home. Amanda saw me, still in panties and make-up, and said, "Jeez, what'd you use to put that make-up on...a trowel?"
I laughed, then winked at her. Lana raised an eyebrow at me, then went to her bedroom. Not seeing Jake there, she stepped back out. I pointed at my bedroom and she disappeared into it. A minute later, Jake came stumbling out closely followed by a smirking Lana. He had a confused expression on his face.
"So, you're banging my 'sister' when I'm out," she said to him in a mock angry voice. His face turned beet red, and he looked at me helplessly.
"Well, in all fairness, sis," I said, trying to come to his defense, "you were banging my girlfriend last night."
"Actually," Amanda said brightly, "your girlfriend was banging your sister last night."
"Whatever," I grinned.
Jake looked like he'd rather be anywhere but there at that moment. Lana let the silence go for a few long seconds, than laughed. "It's ok, baby," she told him soothingly. "But from now on, when you want anal you know where to go and you can leave my poor ass alone. At least he's not better than me at that."
"Actually," Jake blurted out, before stopping himself. Lana motioned for him to continue, standing there with one hand on her hip. "Actually what?" she demanded.
"Actually," he said slowly, giving her an apologetic look. "He fucks back. You just kinda, uh, lay there."
