This is the last chapter and hopefully conclusion of the Danny/Maya saga. Thank you to everyone reading, commenting, and favoriting.
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The apartment block wasn't anything special. A six-story building of brown brick, located roughly a mile from Marion college, surrounded by more apartment blocks.
Nevertheless, the sight of it already felt like home. My apartment was on the fourth floor. One bedroom and a combined kitchen and living room, already furnished. A veritable palace compared to my old room.
Most of my belongings were still at the house, I wanted to move in as fast as I could and only took the bare necessities. Clothes, my computer, and college stuff. It all fit into a single suitcase.
"Here, you can carry the heavy stuff," Dad said, proffering a cardboard box containing a basic dinnerware set.
Even though I already slept there the past couple of nights, I hadn't "officially" moved in due to the lack of some fundamental accessories. The trunk was loaded with items useful for any supposed bachelor.
"I'll get the vacuum," Dad said. "Can you get the rest?"
Normally, I liked to take the stairs but for the sake of my parents' knees, we rode the elevator up to the fourth floor. The bell on the first door on the right was still blank. I set down the dinnerware box to fish the keys out of my pocket.
"Finall—" Maya said loudly but cut off with a gasp when she saw our parents.
Sitting at the kitchen table, wearing a t-shirt and a skirt, Maya looked like she just saw a ghost. Mom and Dad looked as surprised as my sister did.
"I ran into her at school and told her that you guys were coming over to finalize me moving in," I launched into my prepared story. "She really wanted to be here for that. Isn't that right, Maya?"
Taking two steps into the room, I set the dinnerware down on the table and clapped Maya on the shoulder, making her lean forward. She instantly sat up straighter and winced.
"Yes, that's right," Maya said quickly.
"Well, I suppose that makes sense. We're a family, after all," Dad said.
"Where do you want me to put this?" Mom asked, carrying in a big laundry basket filled with sheets and clothes.
"In the bedroom," I said.
The tour of the apartment was concluded quickly. It really was just three rooms, after all. The bedroom contained a queen-size bed and a dresser, both from IKEA. The bathroom was cramped and only had a shower, no bathtub, but it was clean and I had my own washer/dryer unit. The kitchenette was lacking a microwave, which I planned to buy sometime this week, but the fridge was more than big enough and I had a dishwasher.
Overall, I was very happy with everything. College was close enough that I could easily walk there in less than fifteen minutes instead of taking the bus at all. The sound of traffic took some getting used to but it wasn't as bad as downtown. There was a bakery just around the corner where I could buy fresh bread in the morning and a supermarket down the block where I could buy everything else.
The entire time that I was showing my parents around the place and telling them about how great the location was, Maya remained seated rigidly in the chair. She didn't so much as fidget around.
"Is everything okay?" Mom asked.
"Yes," Maya said, jutting out her chin. "I got here early and saw everything already."
"We talked about this and we agreed it's for the best."
"I know," Maya said curtly. "I think it's good."
Mom and Dad shared a look of disbelief but they didn't say anything. I walked over to my sister, put an arm around her, and hugged her while rocking her from side to side. She tried to push me away at first but after two seconds she stopped and instead began trembling.
"I'm okay with my favorite sister visiting," I said while Maya tried her utmost to remain composed.
"It looks like you have everything you need now. Come on, Maya, we can give you a ride back home," Mom said.
"Hmm-mmm," Maya muttered with her lips pressed tightly together and shaking her head.
"We got track practice soon, she might as well go there straight from here," I said.
"I suppose so."
It took another two minutes to say goodbye, mostly because our parents were worried about Maya, but they left without her in the end, although not without a hug. The sight of it was so awkward, I had to try hard not to laugh. Maya, glued to the chair, with both Mom and Dad having to lean down to hug her while she looked like a wet poodle, glaring at me.
The moment the door closed, Maya let loose a salvo of insults.
"You stupid asshole, you dumb crapload! Fucking help me up."
Grabbing her by the waist, I pulled and the chair rose off the floor along with her. I had to put my foot on it to keep it down. Accompanied by a loud, wet squelching noise, Maya rose to her feet.
Emerging underneath her, suction-cupped to the chair, were two large dildos. The bigger one was in the front, a ten-inch realistic, veiny monstrosity. The back one was smaller and smooth, only six inches. The wooden surface glistened with wetness.
"Ohhhhhh," Maya sighed with relief.
The reprieve was only momentary. I bent down on the desk and raised her skirt. Her thighs were coated with the same mix of her juices and water-based lube. I hurriedly pushed down my pants, already hard.
"Ah!" Maya winced as I plunged inside of her pussy. "Sensitive! Sensitive!"
Without heeding her complaint, I began fucking her. The table rattled and Maya sucked in her breath sharply.
"Harder. Harder!" Maya called out.
It was wonderful to be able to let loose without having to worry about passengers on a bus or the track team or our parents. It was just her and me. I slammed into her with wild abandon, losing myself into a sexual trance.
My thighs crashed into hers, the slap reverberating around the room. Her moans and her scent filled the air. Bathed in sweat, I sucked in as much air as I could.
The orgasm was divine. With aching limbs and burning muscles, I came inside of her. My entire body filled with overwhelming power.
Afterward, I collapsed on a dildo free chair, breathing heavily. Maya slipped off the table and knelt in front of me. Her mouth swallowed my fading erection and she began to suck lightly, scraping off the remaining cum and juices.
"Ahhh," she sighed and smacked her lips.
"I love you so much," I muttered.
"I love you, too."
Pushing herself off the floor, Maya climbed up on my lap. Her hot, wet pussy rested right on my cock but I was, for the moment at least, done. She wrapped her arms around me, rested her head against my shoulder, and we hugged each other.
"I still can't believe our parents bought us a fuckpad," Maya giggled.
"How the hell did you manage to talk them into that anyway?"
Maya laughed. "I had to really turn up the waterworks and talk about that day until Dad got so uncomfortable he would have done anything to get me to shut up. And I kept telling Mom just how much it hurt that you were flaunting your sex life right in front of me. I made sure to pepper in a few hints how it was impossible to get over my boyfriend with a sex maniac under the same roof and by the end, I'm pretty sure they were convinced it was their idea in the first place."
"It's too bad we both can't live here."
"Don't you worry about that. I made a new friend."
"Who? And how is that going to help?"
"Her name is Astrid and she's my new best friend in the whole world."
"When did you have time to make new friends? I'm pretty sure we spent most of last week together."
"You wouldn't know her, she's twenty-two, an art major, and lives quite a ways outside of Marion. So far, in fact, that the drive is very cumbersome, and when I go visit my best friend in the whole world, it's so much more convenient to sleepover at her house instead of driving back late at night."
It clicked.
"I see. You should invite her here for a threesome, she sounds—ow!"
Maya punched me in the side.
"Not funny," she growled. "You're mine. I'm not going to share you with anyone. Ever."
"I'm sorry. I just hope I don't have to wear a wig when Mom and Dad want to meet your BFF."
"Hmm, that's a good idea actually. You'd look cute in a little frilly dress."
"I'd wear one if it makes you happy."
