You Now I Need the Shower

Carly lay in her bed hearing her sister get fucked by the same man who was inside her just a day earlier. She knew they tried to be discreet, but the walls were thin, their bed was squeaky. Noise carried.

Carly didn't know how she was supposed to feel. She was angry. Angry for her sister, angry for herself, angry at herself. Her sister had invited Carly into her home so she could go to school, not so she could fuck her husband. Not that Carly had ever meant to. She just wanted to take a shower. Tim was the one who'd done something wrong, walking in on her like that. Taking her. She hadn't wanted any of it. She hadn't.

Why did her body betray her though? Why was it betraying her now?

Carly wasn't jealous. She couldn't be. She was so wet though, hearing them in the other room, remembering Tim inside her. Remembering how it felt, being pressed against the cold shower wall, his big hands digging into her. She resisted the urge to touch herself. She wouldn't, not while thinking of him, of what he did. She didn't want him. She tried her best to block out the noise.

Vanessa collapsed on Tim, having just ridden him to her second orgasm.

"That was incredible," she said, whispering into Tim's left ear.

"You're incredible," he said, slowly fucking her still as Vanessa lay on top of him.

"Unhhh," she winced.

"You okay?" he asked, stopping what he was doing.

"Yeah, I'm good, just a little tender," she said, rising up enough to smile at him. "We can keep going."

"No, no, that's alright. I don't want to hurt you," Tim said, allowing himself to slide out of her.

"But you haven't finished," Vanessa pouted, rolling off to lay on her side, facing him.

"That's alright, I think I was a ways off still, and we just put you through a lot," he chuckled.

"I loved it, every minute of it."

"Me too," he said, kissing her.

"I'm so tired," she cooed, rolling over so her back was to him.

"I might go play some Call of Duty. You want me to turn the white noise on?"

"Mmmmm," she said, not looking over to him. Tim grabbed his pajama pants and pulled them on, not bothering with his boxers or a shirt. He turned on their white noise machine and slipped out of the room, leaving Vanessa alone in the dark, satisfied and exhausted.

Tim had no intention of going to sleep without getting off. He could still feel Vanessa's wetness on him, and made no effort to clean himself. He walked into the living room and loaded up Youtube on his Xbox. He searched around for a bit until he found a gameplay video that'd run for a few hours and make it sound like he was playing. That should do. Between the video and the white noise, plus the two orgasms she'd just had, Vanessa should sleep well with no idea what he was up to.

Next he made his way to Carly's room. He could see a light on from under her door. He opened it and found her laying on her bed, phone in hand. She looked incredibly sexy to him then, in her thin white t-shirt and little pink pajama shorts. How had he not realized how sexy she was before? He thought of her so differently now.

"Tim?" she whispered, urgent and not at all happy to see him. "Where is your shirt? What are you doing here?"

Tim closed the door behind him and walked to the end of the bed.

"You can't be in here!" Carly said, still whispering.

"Of course I can. It's my house," Tim said, climbing onto the bed and running his hands up Carly's legs.

"Vanessa will hear you. You have to stop," Carly said, rising up on her elbows.

"Shhh, she's not going to hear anything," Tim said, pulling down Carly's pajama bottoms and panties in one go. Carly tried to hold her legs together but Tim removed them easily.

"Please, Tim. We can't keep doing this," Carly said, pleading.

"You weren't in the shower this morning when I needed to get ready," Tim said.

"Yeah well I wasn't going to make that mistake again," Carly said, trying to cover herself with her hands.

"Good girl."

Tim got up and took his pajamas off. Carly sat up, holding her knees to her chest, trying not to stare at the hard cock pointing right at her.

"Please just go," Carly said. "You were just fucking my sister. I could hear you two."

"I was, but I didn't cum. I saved it for you," Tim said, climbing on the bed and grabbing her feet. He pulled, and she held tight to her legs, she really did, but Tim was stronger than her. He pulled her flat, wrapped an arm around each thigh, then buried his face in her pussy.

"Oh god," Carly said, feeling a tongue slide along her opening for the first time. She put both her hands over her face. She was so inexperienced, and Tim knew exactly how to touch a woman. He'd been practicing on Carly's own sister for years. She tried not to enjoy it. She didn't want to. She was so wet before Tim had ever even walked in though, and now this... it was all too much. Carly tried thinking of anything else as Tim's tongue explored inside her, as she felt his stubble against her thighs, as he ran his tongue in circles over her clit. She looked up the ceiling between closed fingers and tried thinking about her classes, her homework, the teacher she hated. Nothing worked. The sensations were too strong. Soon Tim had slipped a finger in her, and then all she was thinking about were the noises she'd heard earlier that night, how Tim's hard cock had been inside her sister just a few minutes earlier, and then she was cumming. She put her hands over her mouth to keep herself from crying out as she convulsed on Tim's face and hand.

"You taste so fucking good," Tim said, wiping Carly's juices from his face with his hand, then wiping that on her sheets. Carly breathed heavy, watching him, not saying a word. It was so embarrassing how easy he made her cum. She could protest all she wanted, but what was she supposed to say when he could see how much she liked it?

Tim grabbed his cock and lined it up to her pussy. For a moment Carly panicked, realizing Tim was entering her raw again, that he was probably going to cum inside her again, but then he was in her, on her, and her panic and worry were overwhelmed by how good he felt. She didn't want to admit it to herself, but after he'd gotten her off, she wanted him to fuck her, needed him to. It felt right. It was so shameful. She grabbed onto him tightly and tried not to cry.

Tim couldn't pound into her as hard as he wanted to. The bed just wasn't quiet enough. He doubted Vanessa could hear anything, but he didn't want to risk it. Instead he fucked her with long deep strokes, shocked that Carly had wrapped her arms around him. For all her complaining he knew she was enjoying herself, even if she'd never admit it.

Vanessa never let Tim cum inside her. She was too worried about getting pregnant. Carly though... as long as she lived there with them, Tim could fuck Vanessa, and then cum in her sister as much as he wanted. He couldn't believe his luck. Carly wouldn't stop him. She was too young, too embarrassed, too worried about what her sister would think. Tim could use her as much as he wanted.

He thought about that as he fucked her, pawing at her little tits under her shirt. He thought about pumping cum into this girl night after night, his dick still wet from another woman. He pushed in deep and ejaculated into her.

Carly gasped and held him tighter. That was such a good spot... the twitching, she loved the way it twitched inside her. The warmth of him. Was she going to cum again? No... no, but so close. Fuck. She couldn't hold back her emotions anymore. She started to cry.

Tim pulled out of her, then took her chin in his hand and made her look at him. She could smell herself on his fingers, on his face, and thought how she was probably smelling Vanessa too.

Tim tried to kiss her, but Carly turned away.

"We're going to keep doing this," Tim said.

"We're not," Carly said. "We can't."

Tim got up and pulled on his pants.

"I'll see you tomorrow," he said, flipping off the lights as he left the room.