All characters are at least 18 years old.
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Brie didn't wake while I mopped up the strip of floor between our two beds. If we never got around to cleaning this area, pretty soon the smell of sex would permeate the rest of the apartment. I couldn't even remember if either of us had the chance to wash away the ejaculate I'd shot onto the floor. Regardless, I was getting to it now.
My sister was still asleep on my bed, the covers draped over her almost naked form. Her hands unconsciously ran across the mattress where I would have been, making my heart ache. I smiled before returning to the kitchen to deposit the mop in its usual place. I ran into mom as she came out of her room.
"Good morning, Stef," she said with a wide smile.
"Morning, mom," I returned, scratching my head.
"You kids turned in early last night," she noted, walking past me and starting the coffee machine. I floundered for a response. Both Brie and I were usually bit of night owls, so it was out of character.
"It was Fair Day yesterday. I guess we were worn out."
"It's a shame it was on a weekday," mom lamented with a nod. "I would have liked to go with you two. But you got to spend it with your friends instead, right? Oh! Speaking of which, I start the new job next week." She beamed.
"That's great. So that means you would've gotten this weekend free, huh? Could've been perfect timing if the fair came a bit later. And on that note..." I took a deep breath, unsure of how to broach the subject. I'd already sort of committed to the question, and coming up with a way to back out would create an even longer hesitation. "Did you... Did you need the place to yourself again?"
Mom looked aghast and could only stare at the floor, distracting herself with pouring coffee. "I'm sorry you kids had to see me like that. It's just... I think I-- What I'm trying to say is... I'm so ashamed--"
"It's alright, mom," I interrupted. "I think I understand. Brie had to explain it to me, but I get it now. I just wanna make sure you're safe, but if you're happy, then..."
She nodded, still not meeting my eyes, and there was an awkward moment of silence as she cradled her mug with both hands.
"To answer your question, I actually am meeting somebody. Not like that," she added in a hurry. "After my interview, my new boss introduced me to the team I'd be working with, and one of the guys... asked for my number." She took a sip of coffee to collect herself. "He seems nice, and..." My smile actually felt genuine. It surprised me.
"That's great, mom. Brie and I will clear out anyway," I volunteered, then winked. "Y'know, just in case."
"Stefan, you're terrible!" mom laughed, batting the air at me. "Teasing your mother like that!"
I chuckled. "We'll be at Lexi's again. Call if you need anything." I glanced at the clock above the sink. "I better go wake Brie." She nodded and I headed back to my room. Brie was just stirring, and I double checked that I had no homework due today while she sat up and stretched. I walked over and leaned down to her, and she shirked away.
"Morning breath," she explained, pointing to her mouth. "And also last night..."
"Like I give a fuck," I murmured before cupping her face and kissing her. She whimpered and pulled me down a bit further by the back of my neck. "Thank you for that, by the way. You were absolutely amazing."
"Stop talking about it, dork," she grumbled, looking away bashfully. I could only smirk in response.
"I told mom we'd be going to Lexi's place again this weekend," I announced. That got her attention. "More for her than for us."
"Liar," she laughed, swinging my pillow at me. I caught it and used it to press her down onto the bed again, then kissed her.
"I want you again," I crooned, and her eyes went wide. "When I was in the kitchen, I saw mom didn't finish the sandwiches from last night. Let's skip lunch today. Meet me in the restroom by the gym. We can eat there, and..."
She gulped, and then her face twisted in anger. "You're disgusting, Stefan. In a *restroom*?" She pushed me off and hopped out of bed. I stared at her helplessly as she prepared for school. Had I crossed a line? These days, it was so hard to tell where the lines even were anymore. As she stormed out of the room with her backpack I sighed, figuring I'd make it up to her somehow. I hauled my own schoolbag and walked out to the kitchen just in time to see Brie shove a bagged sandwich into her backpack, then fly out the front door.
Wait a second...
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"Hey, Casanova," Drew said with a grin. I shoved him against the window as I sat down, and he chuckled.
"Had fun sucking yourself off last night?" I jibed.
"I'm not flexible enough," he replied dismissively, and I snorted. "Anyway, your sister looks fucking pissed again. Maybe you shoulda let her go on that ferris wheel with me after all." He winked and nudged me.
"Today's the day I might finally punch you out."
"Why the hurry? You can do that years later when you come over to my place to visit your five nephews and nieces."
I raised my fist and he laughed, putting up his hands to shield himself. We dropped the subject, instead talking about everything else we did at the fair. Classes passed slowly, as if torturing me by letting me wonder how things would go with Brie.
There were too many unknowns on how to act in the situation we were in. Handling a regular romantic relationship was already tricky enough at times. Now I also had to find a balance of her and my morals, as well as her and my lust. Christ, why did it have to be so hard?
I found myself outside of the restrooms near the gym when lunchtime rolled around. Was I being overly optimistic? She'd taken a sandwich. Surely she wouldn't have when we normally got lunch at school. But she really had seemed angry this morning. I sighed and hefted my bag when the door to the girls' restroom opened, and Brie's head popped out. She was already here?
She spotted me and grabbed my wrist, yanking me inside. She led me into one of the stalls, where her backpack was sitting on top of the water tank. Locking the door behind us, she closed the toilet lid and sat down, pointing at the peg on the back of the door. I hung up my backpack, and she began working at undoing my pants. I leaned down and pulled her top up to reveal her bra. She pulled my member free of my underwear, then looked up at me with those captivating eyes of hers.
"Did you know?" she said quietly. "It's been one week since I found you jacking off to my panties." Before I could respond, she sank my cock into her mouth.
I gasped and my arms shot out to the sides, using the walls of the stall to hold myself up. She moaned lustfully as she blew me, glancing up every so often to meet my gaze. Her tongue seemed more dexterous today, maybe because she was taking less in her mouth, and I felt it flicker back, forth, and around my tip like she was drawing a design on its surface. Carefully, she leaned down and pulled her panties off from under her skirt, then reached up and waved them in my face. She balled them up and I leaned down so she could stuff them in my mouth. They were drenched, and I could taste her on them, her scent making me heady.
She pulled away and instead began tonguing the underside of my length, long strokes that made me match her pace with my breathing. She lingered at the crown, giving it extra attention before whipping her tongue away and dipping down for another lick. One hand was wrapped around my base, and suddenly the other was cupping my balls, rubbing them and occasionally granting them a gentle squeeze. Any time any of her ministrations went too far, like her teeth scraping too hard against my sex or her grip on my balls squeezing too tightly, I gave a pained grunt and she backed off immediately before working her way back up to a comfortable and pleasurable intensity. She was a fast learner.
