Thanks to SexyKitty_B for editing.
Five days later, the Red Devils would play their second match: Tunisia. I was more than thrilled to see Heather and Jessica join their idiot boyfriends. As it was a rather hot day, dad had organized a little BBQ before the match.
Dad, Matthew & Nick clung together, while I was hanging out with my sisters, who, at least, had something meaningful to say. Both of them were wearing short summer dresses, the hemline just above the knee. Jessica's was white with flowers on it. Heather's was light blue, with dark blue lines on it.
Upon their arrival, I had noticed that something was off between Matthew and Jessica. They seemed distant towards one another, as if they'd been fighting. I didn't bring it up, and I had all but forgotten about it, when suddenly Matthew let out a long disgusting burp, which amused dad and Nick.
Jessica, disgusted, shook her head and whispered, "He can be such a pig sometimes!"
Then, he let out an even louder and more disgusting burp, as if he was in competition with himself.
"You know, sometimes, for the life of me, I can't remember why I am with him," she added, sounding almost depressed.
A small silence ensued, as neither Heather nor I knew what to say.
"At least when we first started, he fucked my brains out on a regular basis," she continued, as if she was talking to herself, but loud enough for us to overhear, "But these days he can't even get it up any more."
"Jessica..." Heather whispered, trying to comfort her.
"And that's another thing," Jessica continued, turning towards me, ignoring her sister, "I used to think that Matthew was well endowed, but when I saw your cock the other night..."
"Seriously, my cock is bigger?" I asked, feeling mighty proud.
"And then some," Jessica replied, "I'll bet it's bigger then Nick's too."
We both looked at Heather, looking for confirmation, who was clearly reluctant to give up that information. After several seconds however she caved, turned to me and whispered, "Ok, yes... your cock is bigger... a lot bigger... happy now?"
Although I felt like the king of the world right then, I said nothing, not wanting to make Heather even more uncomfortable than she already clearly was.
After a small silence, Jessica asked, "Jack, can I ask you something?"
"Sure, sis."
"How often do you jack off?" she blurted out, making sure she whispered.
Heather coughed in her glass, baffled by that question.
I was also taken a bit aback by it, but said, "About once a day, sometimes more... why?"
"Maybe we should change the subject," Heather interjected, realizing where this was heading, "Are we playing later on?"
She had clearly asked the first question that had popped into her mind, only to realize that her enquiry was open to some interpretation.
Before she could correct herself, Jessica took advantage of the situation and asked, with a wide grin on her face, "Monopoly or...?"
"Jeez, get your mind out of the gutter, he's our brother!" Heather whispered, awkwardly fighting a smile.
"That didn't seem to stop you last time," Jessica quipped.
"Yes, well... things got out of hand last time," Heather whispered, clearly feeling a bit guilty about what she'd done that first evening.
"Look," Jessica said, "Matthew's been an ass all week and he hasn't touched me in days. I'll do what I fucking please."
"He hasn't touched you in days?" I asked, desperate to keep her talking about sex.
"Well, he did jack off on my tits one night and then fell asleep right after," Jessica whispered, then took a sip from her drink.
"Not that I mind serving as target practice once in a while..." Jessica quickly added, desperately wanting me to know that she wasn't some frigid girlfriend who didn't like cum on her skin. She was about to say something else, but then dad walked past us, on his way into the house.
Taking advantage of the fact that she hadn't been able to finish her train of thought, I quickly said, "I'd be more than willing to make love to you, the proper way..."
"Or if you prefer that target practice thing," I quipped. Jessica could barely keep herself from smiling, clearly liking both options.
"You too," I whispered, turning towards Heather.
Determined to keep me at bay, she shot me a dirty look and replied, "That's sweet, in a very inappropriate and degenerate way, but I think I'll pass... Nick might not be the best boyfriend in the world, but I can't go cheating behind his back every chance I get... that's not how a relationship works!"
That got Jessica thinking.
"You're probably right... damn, if I just wasn't so fucking horny all the time!"
Just when I thought Heather had ruined my chance, Matthew saved the day by being an asshole once again.
On his way into the house, following our dad, he deliberately bumped into me, as hard as he could, knocking my glass out of my hand, grunting, "Watch it, dweeb!"
I only just managed to keep the glass from falling to the terrace floor, but not before the content had been spilled all over my clothes.
"Matthew!" Jessica yelled angry, having seen the whole thing from up close.
"What? It was an accident," he said, stifling a grin. Nick had to turn away as he couldn't keep from laughing.
After a moment or two, the two of them turned and headed in.
Jessica looked at Heather and said, "Them over him? Really?"
"It's not that I am choosing them over..." Heather started to say.
"Whatever, I am done waiting for him to grow up," she interrupted her sister.
Then, she stepped even closer to me and whispered, "Jack, how do you feel about eating pussy? I could do with some tongue action down there!"
Flabbergasted, I stopped wiping my clothes down and looked up at a sheepishly smiling Jessica. I couldn't believe what I was hearing.
