20 comments/ 90791 views/ 79 favorites Between Your Sister and Yourself By: autoplot "So, I have a crazy question for you," Kristen said. Brad raised his eyebrows. "Uh-oh." They lay in bed together, naked and sweating, surrounded by an unruly pile of white sheets. Above them, the fan whirled, cooling their bodies as they soaked in the post-coital euphoria. Kristen giggled. "Don't worry, it's nothing bad." She brushed her dark bangs back from her eyes. "Nothing marriage-related or baby-related." "Thanks, I feel a lot better now." Brad put an arm around her pale shoulder and pulled her closer. Outside, he faintly heard a chorus of honks and traffic from the city streets below. "Shoot." She lay still for a moment, as if thinking it over. She lifted her hand in the air, thumb and forefinger in a reverse L, as if literally framing the question. "Okay. If you could fuck any of my friends, who would it be?" He laughed. "What?" "Seriously." "I'm not answering that." She rolled over onto her stomach, giving Brad a momentary view of her naked, athletic frame, knees bent, feet in the air, ankles crossed. "Why not?" "Because it's totally loaded. This is a fistfight waiting to happen." "I won't get mad," she promised, crossing her fingers and showing them to him. He grinned and looked past her at the ceiling fan. "Yeah, you promise that now, but I tell you something you don't like, you're going to get pissed, then you'll get suspicious..." "I won't!" she laughed, and threw a leg over him, straddling him. She put her hands on his stomach and pushed, her small breasts bouncing. "Come on, tell me." "Oof. Okay, stop doing that. I'll talk." She flashed him a brilliant grin and brushed her straight, dark hair back behind her ears. Brad made a show of thinking. "Um... let me see... I've never thought about this..." She rolled her eyes. "Don't bother lying, Brad. I've seen your penis, I know you have one. You've thought about it." He pursed his lips. "Point. Okay, um... okay. Alicia." Kristen shook her head. "My single friends, dork." "Wait, that's a rule now?" "You bring infidelity into it, it complicates the whole enterprise. Pick again. Single friends only." "Wait," Brad said, putting his hands on her slim waist. "If I'm fucking one of your friends, that automatically brings infidelity into it. Your whole premise is flawed." "'Your whole premise is flawed.' You sound like an asshole right now." He tickled her savagely, and she shrieked and pushed his hands away. "Okay! Stop! Let's say I was totally fine with it," she said. "Let's say you got one free pass. So there's no infidelity." "This is getting complicated." "It isn't. You're just making it that way. Come on, play the game." She stuck out her lower lip in an exaggerated pout. "Christ," he muttered. "Okay. Amanda." Her mouth dropped open. "My cousin? She's like eighteen!" He shrugged. "Not like. She is eighteen. And you asked." "I didn't know you liked them that young," she teased. "I don't usually, but she's got that supermodel body. And she's blonde and dumb as a post, so I figure I'm in there easy—" Kristen slapped him on the chest, hard enough to sting. "Jackass. Who else?" "Uh... okay. Shannon." "My best friend," Kristen said. "Come on, you had to know that was coming." "Why on earth would you want to nail Shannon?" Brad gave her a perplexed look. "Come on, seriously? She's smoking hot. Short, tan, stacked, smart-girl glasses, and she's all bubbly and sweet and nice to everyone all the time. She has to be a freak in the sack." "So you have thought about this. At length, it appears. So what's she wearing in this fantasy of yours? Maid outfit?" "God, no," Brad said. "What do you take me for? Catholic schoolgirl, clearly. She's got the glasses, all you need are the stockings and the skirt and the little tie for some light choking..." She gasped, then burst into laughter. "You are awful!" As she rocked gently back and forth on top of him, Brad could feel himself getting hard again. The conversation, and the sight of her lean body still glimmering with sweat, had him aroused. "Who else?" she asked, grinning. "That's it," he said. "Liar." "I'm not lying." "You are too. What about Lacey?" "Lacey would instantly start stalking me and you know it. Ed would end up in the stewpot." He pointed to Ed the cat, who lounged in a nearby overstuffed chair, completely unconcerned with both of them. "Yeah, but if she wouldn't stalk you—" "You're pushing my suspension of belief too far." Idly, he slid his hands up her torso and began to gently caress her breasts. She murmured and bit her lip. "Okay, fair enough. What about Alicia? You'd really do Alicia?" "Not really. Alicia hates me. I'm not into the whole hate-sex thing. And don't say 'what if she didn't hate you.' Aliens would have to come down from space and hit her with a brain-ray to make her not hate me." She laughed and shrugged bare shoulders, mollified. "Anyone else?" He pursed his lips. "Nope." Kristen stopped rocking, putting her hands over his. "You're lying again. There is someone else." "I am not." He gave her a look of innocence he already knew was hopelessly exaggerated. Ultimately, this was one of the many reasons he'd never consider infidelity — he was just no damn good at lying. "You are! I can see it in your face!" She leaned over him, her hair falling in her face. "Tell me." "There's nobody." "Tell me!" He rolled his eyes. "Promise me you won't get mad." "I already did, dumb fuck." Brad sighed. "Jennifer." Kristen gave him a knowing look, her tongue probing the inside of her cheek. Her hands closed around his and pushed them down to the bed. "My big sister." "See, I told you you'd get mad." "I'm not mad," she said. "You're a pig, though." Brad shrugged. "Well, no shit, woman. You knew that when we got together." She cocked her head. "Seriously? My sister?" "Sorry. She's really beautiful. If the opportunity arose, and, according to the parameters you laid out, there was no infidelity involved..." Kristen laughed. "Parameters? Oh my god." She leaned down over him, her hair tickling his neck, her face inches from his. "So are you telling me," she said slowly, "that when she's come out here to visit, during Thanksgiving dinner, or for my birthday last year, while we've been sitting around having drinks and talking, that you were thinking about my sister naked? Thinking about fucking her?" "Uh, no," Brad said, lifting a finger. "Let me be clear about that. No. Not while she was in the room. Because then, see, I'd be sporting a huge boner and it would be super awkward..." She gave a horrified laugh and rolled off him. "Oh my god, you are totally disgusting." "Unless, you know, it was like in the pornos, where she sees the boner and she likes it, and then she gets all curious and she just has to see it, so she comes over and unzips my pants..." "Okay, shut up now," Kristen said. She hopped out of bed. "I'm going to go take a shower. I need one after this conversation." "You started this conversation!" he yelled in mock indignation. "Anyway, get back here, I'm ready to go again." She looked over her shoulder with a grin, tilting her hips at him. "Come and get me," she said. "I intend to." He threw the covers off. She squealed and ran for the bathroom as he lunged in pursuit. # # # Contrary to Brad's suspicions, they did not have a fight. The subject didn't even come up again for a long while. Their relationship continued much as it had. He went back to work at the law office, she went back to work at the marketing firm. They met for dinner on Tuesdays and Thursdays, and she crashed at his place from Saturday morning to Sunday night. Most of that time, they spent in bed. It was an easy relationship. At least so far. Two weeks after the talk, as they sat in the back booth at McKinley's over steaks, she hit him blindside. "So how would you rank them?" she asked, picking at her asparagus with her fork. She was dressed in a sheer black strapless dress and the diamond necklace he'd bought her for their first non-versary, her hair down around her shoulders. He licked Guinness foam off his upper lip. "Rank what." "My friends." Brad blinked. "Like... out of ten?" "No, in descending order." "In terms of moral worth?" She lifted one eyebrow at him skeptically. "Don't be a tool, Brad. If you were going to have sex with any of my friends — or my sister — how would you rate them? Who's your number one?" Brad's eyes widened in disbelief, and he looked over his shoulder. They came to McKinley's for the privacy, and there was no one within earshot, but the frankness of the question still made him squirm a bit. Kristen tended to be far less reserved in public than he did — he liked to shed his inhibitions behind closed doors. Even her few teasing attempts to tempt him into sex in semi-public places had met with universal refusal. "You want to talk about this now?" "Just making conversation," she said with a shrug. "Why? No one's going to hear you. Go ahead, give me your top ten." He laughed. "Is there a reason you keep returning to this topic?" "Why? Do you have a birthday coming up or something? I'm just interested. And I kept my promise not to get mad. So come on." "First of all," he said, "it wouldn't be a top ten. I think we got to like, five, at most." "Yes, all right, top five. Don't nitpick, Brad, it's douchey." "Christ," Brad muttered, and drained his beer. "Let's see. Um, Shannon would be number one. She's just... I don't know, she has this sweet innocence about her that makes me want to violate and degrade..." "Uh-huh." "Amanda second. That's kind of tough, actually. Amanda has the body, but Shannon actually has a personality..." Kristen gestured at him with her steak knife. "Let's limit the color commentary, shall we?" "If you don't want to hear my actual thoughts on this, why would you bring it up?" "Okay, I'll give you that one. Keep going." "Uh. I think that was it, wasn't it? Oh, Anna. I guess Anna would be a close third. And Lacey, if she wouldn't stalk." "I thought Lacey broke your suspension of disbelief." "No, that was Alicia. And the other day at the gallery Lacey was wearing this tight little green shirt and she has that amazing rack..." Kristen snorted. "Oh, well, at least you had a good reason for changing your mind." "Right?" "So where—" Kristen stopped as the cute red-headed waitress brought another Guinness. "Thank you," Brad said. As she left, Kristen pointed at her swaying ass with a fork. "What about her? Number five?" "Nah, definitely number three. I like redheads. I'd bump Anna for her." "Oh, okay," she said, taking a bite of steak. "So, seriously, is there a reason why we're doing this? I feel like I'm talking with one of my guy friends." "Oh yeah?" Kristen took a drink of her Harp. "Does that make you uncomfortable? Should I be getting really jealous and insecure and telling you that if you really loved me, you wouldn't so much as think about another woman ever? Come on, face it, Brad. You live a charmed life." "Well, maybe so," Brad said. "But you do seem to call me a pig and disgusting an awful lot when this topic comes up." She shrugged. "Well, aren't you?" He tapped his fingers on the tabletop. "Yes," he said after a pause. "But I only like admitting it so many times a day." "See, what you're missing is" — she gestured to him with the fork again — "I don't mind that you're a pig. I kind of like it. You're a pig, but you're an intelligent pig. You're an Orwellian pig. First among equal pigs." "I was in a cover band called Orwellian Pig," Brad said. "That was awful. Okay, so you're not that smart of a pig. But you're honest. I can read every emotion as it crosses your cute little rugged manly face. I can tell what you're thinking right this very second." "Oh yeah?" Brad said with a sneer. "Go ahead. Do your worst." "You're wondering if I'm going to bring up my sister," she said. Brad grimaced. "Fuck!" "See?" She smirked and finished off her beer. "Like an open book. Like a big old teleprompter. Your emotions are like an advertisement on Times Square." "Yeah, fine. Rub it in. I'll take it out on you when we get home." She grinned. "Promise?" "As a matter of fact, I do." She pushed her plate away and put her chin on both hands, gazing at him steadily. "So, where would you rank Jennifer?" "Oh, God," Brad said. "Come on, just humor me. Where does my sister rank on your personal little imaginary harem?" Brad puffed out his cheeks. "One," he said at last. Kristen's jaw dropped just a little. "Really. Number one?" "Yeah, I'm sorry. It's true. She's hotter than any of your friends. By a pretty significant margin." "What's so hot about her?" Kristen asked, her expression perplexingly eager. "Uh. She's curvy. She has black hair, like yours. Big blue eyes like yours. Nice full lips... like yours..." "If you're trying to butter me up so I don't kick your ass, you really don't need to." "I'm not. I'm just saying, you both have features I really like. But she's..." he gestured vaguely in the air. "Bigger tits," Kristen said. He shrugged. "Well, thank you for not making me say it." "It's true, she got all the breasts." "But don't get me wrong — I like your —" "Please," Kristen groaned. "I'm not insecure about my body, Brad. So don't worry about bruising my ego." "Okay," Brad said. He took a long pull at his beer. "And she's kind of like you, but not like you. She's smart, and funny, but she's not sarcastic like you are. She's nice, but not, you know, cloyingly nice. She's proper, but not repressed—" Kristen barked laughter. "What?" "Proper?" "Why is that funny?" "You're right that she's not repressed," Kristen said, "but proper she isn't. That's all a show she puts on. She's like you. She's worried about what people are going to think of her. So in public she's Miss Perfect. Maybe that's what you like about her." He shrugged. "Maybe." She smiled at him, biting her lower lip. "You've thought about this a lot." "I have not." Her gaze didn't waver. "Shit, okay, yeah, I've thought about it some." "It's okay," she said. "I think it's kind of funny that you have all these little details in mind. So does her 'proper' demeanor turn you on because you think she must be a dynamo in the sack, like Shannon?" "Holy shit," he groaned. "Can we talk about something besides me banging your sister for awhile?" Kristen's eyes widened, then cut to Brad's right. He turned to see the waitress frozen in place, a fresh bottle of Harp in her hand. "Here you go," she said, carefully placing the beer on the table between them and taking the empty. "Oh my god," Brad said, putting his face in his hands as Kristen burst into helpless laughter. # # # Another three weeks went by, and Brad forgot about the discussion a second time. It was a habit of Kristen's to hit him with sudden queries about holidays or vacations or stranger things, and then drop them completely for an indefinite period. Which is why Brad found himself surprised once again when Kristen burst into his apartment on a Thursday evening. "Guess who's coming to visit!" she chirped, throwing herself down on Ed's favorite chair and crossing her legs. She was wearing a very short blue dress, and her position put a distracting amount of leg in view. "Er," he said. "Who?" She smirked at him and said nothing until he put it together. "You're not serious," he said. "I am serious. Jennifer arrives tomorrow night at six at the airport. After which we are all going to go out to dinner. I was thinking McKinley's." "You're springing this on me now? Why not give me a little notice?" "Because I know you," Kristen said. "You'll come up with some other plans and try to weasel your way out of your boyfriendly duty. I'm not having any of it. You're coming with me to the airport and then we're all going to go to McKinley's and have steak and super-awkward conversation because I know you want to fuck my sister." "Jesus Christ!" Brad said, a little louder than he'd intended. He crossed to the mini-bar to get himself a drink. A double. "I didn't mean anything by that, and you pretty much forced it out of me." "Oh, lighten up, Brad," Kristen said, apparently perplexed but amused at his irritation. "You're right, I brought it up. And when I asked you to rank all your prospective honeys—" "They are not my prospecting honeys," Brad said. "—you said Jennifer was 'numero uno.' If you really didn't want me knowing that, Brad, then you should have lied about it and said you'd rather fuck Lacey." Brad took a belt of Scotch. "Do you want me to just go ahead and fuck one of your friends? Would this get this weird obsession of yours out of the way?" Just like that, her cavalier demeanor collapsed. Kristen gave him a horrified look. "Brad, I was just trying to have some fun. You don't have to be a jackass about it." He winced. "I'm sorry—" She kept up the doe-eyed look for another second, then burst into laughter. "Oh my God, you are so fucking easy!" "You're a bitch," Brad said, good-naturedly. "That's why you love me," she said, and sprang out of the chair to hug him and kiss him on the lips. "I don't appreciate being your clown, Kristen." Kristen pursed her lips and nodded. "All right, Brad. I'm sorry." She cocked her head as if thinking about something. "What?" She smiled. "I'm thinking maybe I haven't learned my lesson. You're going to have to teach me a lesson for being such a manipulative bitch. What do you think?" Her hand traveled down his body, found his zipper. Brad finished his Scotch and set it aside. "Is that what you want?" This was a common game of hers. Kristen would prod him until he was right on the edge of getting angry, and then turn it into a chance for her to play-act the submissive for awhile. "Oh yes. Wait, I mean oh no, please, no." She bit her lip and made a little moue of mock terror. Brad grinned. "Take off your dress first. I want to see you naked." "Are you going to be naked, too?" "No." He unzipped his pants, his cock already hard. "Ooh!" She shrugged out of the tiny dress, letting it drop to the floor. She wore nothing underneath, and for a moment stood demurely in front of him, dressed only in heels and expensive earrings. He took a moment to drink in her beauty, then put one hand on her shoulder and pushed her to the floor. "Get down there." Kristen went obediently to her knees, submitting to him with the same aplomb she gave to taunting him. Only a brief grin at the corner of her mouth betrayed the illusion as she looked up at him with wide eyes. She resisted him just enough to please him, squirming when he grabbed her by the hair, whimpering when he shoved his cock into her mouth. When he didn't treat her quite hard enough, she did it for him, gagging herself on his cock until tears sprang from her eyes, her mascara running down her cheeks. He came full in her mouth, and she swallowed it all, pulling back to gasp for air. Her expression when he pulled his cock from her mouth was pure joy, a tiny dribble of come dotting one corner of her mouth. "Feel better, sweetie?" she asked. He twisted his fingers in her hair, and she moaned. "It's a start," he said. # # # They took a cab to the airport, despite Brad's objections that his car would be faster. He considered arguing about it, but decided it wouldn't be worth the time and effort. What Kristen wanted, Kristen usually got. Between Your Sister and Yourself They waited in the boarding lounge for Jennifer to show up. Kristen spotted her first, jumping and waving. As Jennifer made her way over to them, pulling her wheeled suitcase behind her, Brad saw she was more beautiful than ever. Jennifer was the same height as Kristen, but curvier in the hips and breasts. Her hair, the same shade of black as Kristen's, grew long, halfway down her back, held behind her ears by a black band. The same blue eyes. The same plush red lips and pale skin. It was summer, and she wore a white tank top and jeans. She had a sweater draped over one arm, no doubt to combat the plane's air conditioning. Kristen was always cold, too. "Hi, sweetie," Jennifer said, and stretched out her arms for a hug. Kristen bounced into her embrace and squeezed her tightly, then pulled back and looked her sister over. "You're looking terrible, honey," she said with gravitas. "Did they feed you on the plane? Have you slept? Like, this week?" Jennifer smirked. "I love you too, dear. Hi, Brad." "Hey," Brad said, and they hugged. Maybe he was just self-conscious because of the conversation he'd had with Kristen, but he felt like Jennifer hugged him a little close and a quite a bit longer than normal. At the end, she planted a quick kiss on his cheek. "You're looking well," she said with a smile that seemed a bit more than polite. Or was he imagining things? "Kristen keeping you on your toes?" "Oh, you have no idea," Brad said. "So! Hungry?" Kristen asked. "We have reservations at McKinley's." Jennifer looked confused. "McKinley's takes reservations now?" "No, but I was trying to make it look like we did something special for your arrival." "Oh," Jennifer said. "Sorry to wreck the illusion." "You're the worst," Kristen said with a grin. # # # When they got to their waiting cab, Brad figured out why they'd taken one in the first place. Kristen pulled ahead and gleefully took the front seat, forcing Brad and Jennifer to sit together in the back. One look at her smirking face as they pulled away from the curb told him that had been her plan all along. What was she up to? "So, Jennifer, have you found yourself a boyfriend yet?" she asked, twisting around in the front seat as they wound their way through traffic. "I don't know that I'm looking right now," Jennifer said, flicking her hair back over her shoulders. "I'm kind of enjoying the freedom of being single." "What about that one guy? The musician?" "Yes, well, he turned out to be a little flaky, to say the least. I'm having fun just being on my own right now. No obligations." She flashed a smile to Brad. "Which hotel are you booked at?" he asked. "The Mariott." "Oh, you should stay with us!" Kristen said. "Brad's got plenty of room at the apartment. He has like an entire bedroom that he doesn't even use." Brad tensed. "I don't—" Kristen ignored him. "Seriously, it will be fun. You'll save on cab fare and we won't have to spend a half-hour in traffic every time we want to hang out. What do you say?" "Um..." Jennifer gave Brad a hopeful look. "Would that be okay with you? I don't want to impose." "You wouldn't be imposing," Brad said, although he wasn't quite so sure. "Well, thank you," Jennifer said, and leaned against his arm affectionately. Her hair felt silky and soft. Brad pushed improper thoughts out of his head. He looked up to see Kristen staring at him, that tiny conspiratorial smile on her face. # # # Dinner, thankfully, was mostly devoid of innuendo or apparent scheming. Jennifer talked about her work with the non-profit, her newfound passion for marathon running, and the latest literary novels that neither he nor Kristen had read. Kristen talked about her work at the marketing company, the promotions they were running, and what little celebrity gossip she was directly privy to. Brad mostly watched and listened, and was happier for it. Jennifer occasionally queried him about his work or his home life, making lots of eye contact each time, her open gaze seeming to linger on him until he wanted to squirm in discomfort. He told himself to quit being an idiot. Jennifer canceled her hotel booking, and after a couple bottles of wine with dinner, they took a cab back to Brad's apartment. "Oh, you weren't kidding," Jennifer said when they walked inside, her face breaking into a radiant smile. "This is really nice. You have so much space." "Comes with the job," Brad said. "Let me show you your room." While Kristen went to the bathroom, Brad led Jennifer to the spare bedroom, which he'd left sealed up for weeks. "Sorry if it smells a little musty. It'll clear right out." "No problem," Jennifer said, putting her suitcase down on the bed. She went to the window. "This is really nice. I love the view." "The main bedroom has a little balcony," Brad said. "Enough room to hang out and have drinks." "That sounds lovely," Jennifer said. She crossed the room and put her arms around his neck for a hug. Her tank top hiked up as she stood on her tiptoes to reach him, and when he returned the hug, his hand touched the bare flesh of her back. She seemed to press herself even harder against him in response. "Thanks for putting me up, Brad," she said. "I really appreciate it." "You're welcome here anytime," Brad said. "Do you want a drink?" As she pulled away from the hug, her hands slid down his arms. Their hands met and clasped. She held him in place with that open, blue-eyed gaze. "I'd like that," she said with a smile. # # # They retired to the living room, and Brad poured a Scotch for himself and a gin and tonic for the girls. Kristen had returned from the bathroom and now lounged on the couch next to Jennifer, asking after various family members. "So, how do you like your accommodations?" Kristen asked, curling up on the couch. "They're great. Your place is so nice, Brad." She smiled over her drink. "Thank you, I'm glad you like it." "It ought to be nice, for what he pays for it," Kristen said. "If he told you what the lease cost, you would freak out." "Yeah, but the balcony," Brad said in the apartment's defense. "Oh, yes, you'd make sweet love to that balcony if y—" Kristen was interrupted by her smartphone ringing. She glanced at it and stood up. "Sorry, I have to take this." She went into the kitchen to answer it. "So how much is that lease?" Jennifer asked. "It's been built up too much now," Brad said. "Well, maybe you can show me that amazing balcony in your bedroom," she said, swirling the ice in her glass. "Maybe," he said, and silently told himself to stop thinking what he was thinking. She's your girlfriend's sister, asshole. "Hey, guys," Kristen said as she returned from the kitchen. "I hate to do this, but I have to run out for a bit. There's a bit of a client emergency I have to go take care of." "What's wrong?" Jennifer asked. "Confidential," Kristen said with an apologetic grimace. "Seriously?" Brad asked through the cacophony of alarm bells going off in his head. "At this hour?" "Sorry." Kristen grabbed her jacked from the hook by the door and pulled it on. "Can you two entertain yourselves for awhile? It's probably going to be a few hours at the very least." Brad lifted his eyebrows. "Is it that bad?" "Worse. See you later." The front door slammed shut. Brad looked at the closed door with a lump rising in his throat. He turned to see Jennifer facing him with that open gaze. "So," she said, finishing off her drink. "What about that balcony view?" # # # "You were right," Jennifer said, leaning out over the railing to absorb the sprawling view of the city streets, laid out below them like looping strings of glowing pearls. "It is gorgeous." Watching the wind blow her hair back from her face, her skin made luminous by moonlight, Brad couldn't help but think she was the gorgeous one. Part of him longed to say so — but he didn't dare. She was still his girlfriend's sister. He might not be perfect, or even particularly moral, but there were some levels even he wouldn't stoop to. "Thank you again for putting me up," Jennifer said, propping herself up on the rail and drawing her feet up gracefully as she balanced on her arms. It was many stories to the ground, and Brad almost reached for her out of reflex. "This is much nicer than the Marriott." "My pleasure," Brad said. "Even if Kristen did pretty much decide for me." She giggled. "You don't mind having me here, do you?" "No, quite the opposite," he blurted, and regretted it the moment it came out of his mouth. She looked at him with that searching gaze, her eyes seeming to reach out and hold him like gentle hands. "I'd like another drink," she said in a soft voice, still holding his gaze. "Sure." They went back inside, and Brad poured another for her, then for himself. Silently, she tilted her glass toward him, and Brad clinked it with his own. "What are we drinking to?" he asked. "I don't know," Jennifer said, biting her lip. "Maybe finally having some time to get to know each other?" Brad smiled nervously and drank. "Why not?" He killed most of the glass to hide the warmth he felt in his face. Jennifer seemed to notice, and laughed brightly as she set down her glass. "Brad, I have something I have to confess to you. I know I was supposed to keep it to myself, but I just can't." Oh shit, he thought. Nervously, she straightened her hair, curling a few strands of it between her fingers. She looked up at him. "Kristen told me about your list." "What list?" She smiled, one part carnal, one part shy. "The fuck list." Brad was happy he hadn't just taken a drink. He would have done a classic spit-take, like he was in some sitcom. "Fuck list?" "You know? Where you and her talked about who you'd like to have sex with?" "I know what you mean, I just can't... holy shit, I can't believe she told you about that." Brad plopped to the couch. Jennifer sat down next to him, well inside his personal space. "I'm sorry," he said lamely. "No!" she touched his arm. "Don't be, I'm not creeped out or anything." "Well, now I feel much better." She laughed again. "It's not like that. The feeling's mutual. I'd totally have sex with you." He blinked at her. "You would." "Yeah." She ducked her head in embarrassment, smiling broadly. "In fact, Kristen and I kind of came up with this whole thing, as kind of a prank..." "Came up with what whole thing?" Jennifer sighed. "Please don't be mad." "What are you talking about?" "There really isn't a PR emergency. She's just going out for a few hours, and I was supposed to try to seduce you." Brad felt a twist of anger join his bewilderment. "What? Why? What would that accomplish?" She shrugged bare shoulders, brushing a bit of hair behind one perfect ear. "Just to see what you'd do, I guess. She was curious to see if you'd go for it." "Curious to see if I'd cheat on her with her own sister?" "Well," Jennifer said, "I think I kind of blew my cover here." "You think?" "Yeah, I was supposed to try a lot harder, but I just couldn't do it." She winced. "Are you mad?" He ran his hand through his hair. "No, just... confused, more than anything. I mean... how far was she expecting it to go?" Jennifer didn't answer, and they sat in silence for awhile, nothing but the ticking of the grandfather clock and the traffic outside to break the quiet. "Well, that's the thing," Jennifer said. "If we started, I don't think I would have wanted to stop." Brad felt his pulse quicken a little. "Oh, yeah?" "It was just supposed to be a joke," she said, scooting closer. "But the thing is, I actually like you. It wouldn't be right to hurt your feelings like that. Even if I am really attracted to you." "Yeah, well—" "Because I really am," she breathed, leaning closer still. He could smell her perfume now, something deep and citrusy, like a fragrant night in an orange grove. "A lot." Then she was kissing him, her hands pressed against his chest, her dark hair tickling his cheek. Brad tried to draw back, but there was nowhere to go, save over the back of the couch. Instead of pushing her away, he grabbed her bare arms and pulled her closer. She threw her leg over his lap with a happy sigh, settling into a better position as their tongues explored each others' mouths. His adrenaline pumping, Brad reached for her breast and felt its softness, something he'd been longing to do all night. She breathed a moan into his mouth and reached for her tank top, revealing a black bra as she started to pull it over her head. "Shit. Fuck. Wait," Brad said, squirming out from under her. She fell back against the couch with a wounded look, her arms still frozen in the middle of the act of disrobing. "What's the matter?" she asked. "Damn it, I can't do this," he said, breathing heavily. "I'm sorry. I might be an asshole, but I'm not a cheating asshole." "Yeah, but don't you want me?" Jennifer asked, pulling her top the rest of the way off, leaving only her underwear. She began to undo that, too, and Kristen's voice raced through Brad's mind: she's not as proper as you think. "I totally do. You have no idea. But I won't cheat on Kristen. The list thing was just a fantasy. I would never go behind her back like this." "She doesn't have to know," Jennifer said, still fiddling with the clasp of her bra. The straps fell off her finely sculpted shoulders. "I'd know. Please stop undressing." "Are you sure?" Jennifer asked, with a coy tilt of her head. "I am completely positive. I'm really sorry." Jennifer's face seemed to fall, and her lower lip trembled a little in disappointment. She brought her hands out from behind her back — her bra still hooked — and grabbed her phone. As Brad watched in befuddlement, she dialed it. "Hey, Kristen. Sorry, he's not going for it. You owe me fifty." Brad's sputter of astonishment was interrupted by the sound of the front door opening. Kristen walked through, phone in hand. # # # "What the shit, Kristen?" he blurted as his girlfriend walked in, still holding her phone. "Oh my god," Kristen said with a disbelieving giggle. "Calm down, your face is like fire engine red." "Seriously, were you waiting outside the door this whole time?" "Well, not the whole time. I did go down to the liquor store to get this." She wielded a bottle of Stoli in her other hand. "After I pretended to catch you in the act, we could all do some shots." "Is this seriously your idea of a joke?" He took a step toward her, his fists balled. She looked up at him winsomely. "You don't think it's even a little bit funny?" "No, I really don't." But despite himself, his anger was already deflating. He'd known Kristen was nuts when he'd started dating her. She pranked him, he punished her. That was part of their relationship. But this was truly above and beyond. "Are you really pissed at me?" "You can't tell?" "Then why didn't you—" Kristen's eyes widened, and she looked back at her sister. "You didn't tell him?" "Tell me what?" Brad asked. Jennifer giggled, still half undressed. "Sorry, sis." "Oh God, you bitch!" Kristen shrilled. "Tell me what?" Brad shouted. Kristen turned back to him. "I gave Jennifer my permission, Brad." "Permission to what? What are you talking about?" "To fuck you, Brad, what else?" Kristen rolled his eyes at him, as if he were missing some obvious joke. "God, it makes a terrible prank if I just walk in on nothing." "Stop," Brad said, starting to get very confused. "Explain. Slowly, as if I'm seeing the world through a red haze of anger." Kristen sighed. "Okay. Sit? Have a shot?" "Fine." They sat. Kristen poured for the three of them, and they knocked back their shots in unison. "Start talking," Brad said. "Fine. See, Jennifer and I started talking, and I mentioned the whole list thing. And Jennifer told me that you were actually on her list..." "You have a list?" Brad asked Jennifer in disbelief. She shrugged delicately. "Bitch thinks like a man," Kristen declared. "It's revolting. Anyway, so I said, what if we pulled a prank where you and Jennifer sleep together and I come walking in and get all mad? And she pointed out that you'd never go for that, because you were way too loyal—" "You say that like it's a bad thing." "I'm not trying to! Anyway, so then I said, what if you tell him about the prank, and then I come in anyway, and you say 'but honey she told me that you said it was okay' and I'd say 'I did not!'... and I don't really remember the rest. I was pretty drunk. It was super funny in my head, though. " "Okay," Brad said hesitantly. "You're grade-A shithouse nuts, you do know that, right?" "Well, it would only have worked if Jennifer told you that I gave you the go-ahead, which she totally flunked at doing." Kristen turned to glare at her sister, who still had not put her shirt back on. "I know," Jennifer said reluctantly, pouring herself another generous shot. "I chickened out at the last second." "So... wait." Brad tried to assemble the pieces of the puzzle through his fog of confusion. "You were expecting that I'd actually have sex with Jennifer on her word that you'd said it was okay?" Kristen wrinkled her nose. "Well, when you phrase it like that, it does sound crazy." "Jesus, you think?" "Hey," Jennifer said. "We still kissed, and you were totally into it for a few seconds." "Yeah, well—" Brad found he had no rebuttal, and poured himself another shot instead. "A kiss," Kristen said smugly. "Really." "Forget it," Brad said. "You are now incapable of making me feel guilty, after the shit you just pulled on me." "I'm really sorry, sweetie," Kristen said in that poor-baby voice he sometimes found cute, sometimes infuriating. "I can make it up to you, I promise." "Oh yeah?" he challenged. "How?" She grinned slyly and stood. "Will you let us show you?" "Us?" Brad asked. "You didn't think we put this together without a Plan B, did you?" Kristen asked. "Just sit back and watch, sweetie. I promise you'll be a lot happier in a minute." As Brad watched, both Kristen and Jennifer moved to a standing position in front of the couch. Kristen turned her back to Jennifer and raised her arms, and Jennifer undid the zipper of Kristen's little black dress. With her sister's help, Kristen squirmed out of it, leaving only her black bra and underwear. Then Kristen turned and helped Jennifer out of her jeans, peeling them off and tossing them to the floor. Brad realized their underwear matched exactly. "Clever," he said. "How's that?" Kristen said, grinning. "Not a bad start," Brad told her. "Take another shot and keep going." The sisters glanced at each other — did he detect a touch of nervousness? He poured two more shots, and they reached out to take them. "Me first," Kristen said to Jennifer, turning to face her sister. Jennifer reached around Kristen's body, their torsos pressing together, as Jennifer undid Kristen's bra. When Jennifer stepped away, Kristen's bra fell to the floor. Jennifer followed up by slipping off Kristen's black panties, kneeling momentarily to unhook them from Kristen's ankles. When Jennifer stood again, her sister was naked, save for her black pumps. "Very nice," Brad said. "Now it's your turn, Jennifer." Jennifer let out a nervous breath, but nodded, half-smiling. Maybe it was just the game, or real nerves, but neither of them seemed so cavalier now. Jennifer turned her back and let Kristen unhook her bra, in full view of Brad. When the underwear slipped off, Jennifer's breasts fell free, full and heavy, larger than Kristen's breasts, but similar in shape and curvature. Between Your Sister and Yourself "Oh my gosh," Jennifer said nervously as Kristen pulled down her sister's underwear. Like Kristen, Jennifer was completely shaved. "Well now," Brad said, taking a hit of vodka straight from the bottle. "Don't you both look beautiful?" "You like what you see?" Kristen asked, hooking an arm around her sister's waist and posing a little. Jennifer looked like she was still trying to take the situation in stride. "I like it a lot," Brad said. "Now, I'd like you two to kiss." "Oh, for fuck's sake, here we go," Kristen said. "Shut up," Brad said with a smirk. "You earned this." "I suppose that's true." Kristen looked askance at Jennifer, who shrugged. By silent and mutual consent, they wrapped their arms around each other, bodies pressing close as they leaned in for a slow kiss. Brad saw their tongues twine, hesitantly at first, then with more passion, and his burgeoning erection began making him uncomfortable almost immediately. Kristen combed her fingers through Jennifer's hair, murmuring with pleasure. They separated breathlessly, turning to him for approval. "Good enough?" Kristen asked. "For starters," Brad said. "For starters?" Jennifer exclaimed. "That's right," Brad said. "I plan to thoroughly exact my revenge." "So, what's next for us, master?" Kristen asked in a teasing tone. Brad had his answer all ready. He crossed his legs like a director at the helm of a masterpiece film. "Jennifer, your sister's nipples are very sensitive. So sensitive, in fact, that she once had an orgasm just from having her nipples stimulated." "Oh, you fucker," Kristen hissed. Brad ignored her. "Jennifer, I'd like you to stimulate your sister's nipples. With your mouth." "Fucking pervert!" Kristen said, not unkindly. Brad grinned. "Go on." Jennifer bit her lip, looking over at her sister with a shyness Brad could tell was utterly affected. "Sorry, sis, he says I've got to," she said, with mock contrition. Stroking Kristen's arms softly with her hands, Jennifer kissed her sister softly on the lips, then the neck, moving in a slow roundabout path toward Kristen's breasts. By the time Jennifer reached the upper curves of her sister's breasts, Kristen was breathing heavily, her nipples fully erect. When Jennifer kissed her left nipple, Kristen gasped and cried out a little under her breath. Jennifer began to softly caress Kristen's nipples with her tongue and lips, smiling at every quiver and soft moan she managed to coax from her sister. When she gently closed her teeth around one nipple, Kristen moaned loudly, burying her hands in Jennifer's hair. "That's enough," Brad said after he'd had his fill of watching. They separated. Kristen looked aroused and slightly bewildered. Jennifer mostly looked satisfied. "Now, Kristen," Brad said. "I want to see how sensitive Jennifer's nipples are, so I'd like you to return the favor." "Fuck," Jennifer said. "Okay," Kristen said. "But can we come over there by you? I'm getting tired of standing in these pumps." Brad smiled. "Sure." He slid over to make room for the two of them. Jennifer sat down on the couch next to Brad, her breasts jiggling enticingly as she did so. She threw her arms back over the top of the couch and grinned indulgently at Brad. Kristen kicked off her shoes and knelt in front of her sister, insinuating herself between Jennifer's legs. Slowly, she began caressing her sister's pale body, first running her fingertips along Jennifer's thighs, then up the flawless flatness of her stomach to her breasts. She cupped Jennifer's breasts in her hands, pinching the nipples between her fingertips, and Jennifer twitched in pleasure, moaning in a soft voice. "Oh, she likes that," Kristen said, and closed her mouth around Jennifer's right nipple. Jennifer's reaction was immediate and strong. Her back arched, her head tilted back, her mouth open. "Ah, oh god, Kristen, don't—" the rest of Jennifer's sentence was lost in the hiss of breath between her teeth as Kristen licked and sucked at her sister's breasts. Brad observed in appreciation, his cock rock-hard. As he watched, Kristen expertly aroused her sister, giving her attention to the other breast, then pausing for long, passionate kisses. Slowly, Kristen's hand crept down below Jennifer's bellybutton to rest on her sister's shaved sex. As Brad looked on in disbelief, Kristen slipped a finger into her sister, who drew in a sharp breath. "Kristen, no, it's too m—" Jennifer's half-hearted protest became a loud gasp and moan, and Jennifer's entire lush body lifted off the couch, taut with tension, then released. He realized Jennifer had just had an orgasm. "Oh god," Jennifer gasped. "Oh holy fuck, I can't believe we just did that..." Kristen withdrew with a grin, wiping at the corners of her mouth. "I guess they're pretty sensitive, honey." She leaned up and kissed her sister tenderly, cradling her cheek with one hand. Jennifer returned it gratefully, murmuring. Finished, Kristen turned to Brad. "Is that what you wanted to see?" "Definitely," Brad said. "Good." Kristen grinned. "Now, don't think I haven't noticed that you're probably very uncomfortable right now. Let's get this thing out, shall we?" Sliding over, Kristen undid Brad's belt and buttons, freeing up his cock. Brad pulled off his shirt while Kristen stripped off his pants and Jennifer lay recovering and observing on the far side of the couch. "My goodness," Kristen said coyly. "You are rock fucking hard. Look at this." She took Brad's cock in her hand and tilted it gently, as if offering it to her sister. With a grin, Jennifer seemed to catch her second wind, and repositioned herself on all fours on the couch. Leaning down over Brad, she extended her tongue and slowly licked around the head of Brad's cock, drawing a sharp gasp from him. Jennifer looked up at him with those big blue eyes of hers. "I guess now you can compare how our mouths feel," Jennifer said, and took him into her mouth. The sensation was immediate and overwhelming, and Brad groaned through his teeth as Kristen helpfully pulled Jennifer's hair out of her face and wrapped it into a makeshift ponytail around her fist. "Holy shit," Brad exclaimed as Jennifer sucked on him, her mouth like Kristen's but completely unlike at the same time. To further confound matters, the sisters began trading off, Jennifer taking his cock in her mouth for a few strokes, then passing it over to her sister, bringing him quickly to the edge, then expertly pulling him back again. When they began running their tongues along the shaft of his cock simultaneously, Brad was sure he was going to explode. "I can't take any more of this," he said in a shaky voice. Kristen gave him a mock pout. "Aw. Were we not doing it right?" "You know better than that," he grunted. Jennifer grinned. "In that case, I have a request for you now." "What's that?" Brad asked. Jennifer glanced at her sister, then back at him. "I want you to fuck me. While Kristen watches." "Ooh," Kristen said enthusiastically. "I'll go along with that," Brad said. "With one slight alteration." Jennifer's eyebrows lifted. "Oh?" For answer, Brad grabbed Kristen and deposited her in a sitting position on the couch. Kristen complied with a squeal of delight, bouncing on the soft cushions. Brad gently prised her thighs apart, then pointed. "You go there," he told Jennifer, who nodded and obediently went on all fours on the floor, putting her hands on her sister's thighs. Brad knelt behind Jennifer, his cock still so hard he was fairly sure he could break glass with it. He ran his hands down Jennifer's bare back, then placed his hands firmly around her waist. She looked over one bare shoulder at him, breathless with anticipation. Jennifer was very wet. Effortlessly, his cock slipped into her, and he felt her whole body stiffen. "Oh fuck... oh god!" Jennifer groaned, the rest of her exclamations devolved into loud, helpless whimpers as he began to fuck her from behind. Kristen watched, stroking Jennifer's hair with one hand, her face flushed. She caught Brad's eye over Jennifer's quivering form, and they shared a long, conspiratorial smile with one another. She'd played a crazy, complicated game with him, and now everyone was happy. Almost. "Jennifer," Brad instructed, slowing his thrusts just enough so that his words could penetrate her delirium. "Make your sister come." "Oh my god," Kristen said, biting her lip in anticipation. "Oh, shit, you bastard..." Obligingly, Jennifer adjusted herself, putting her head between Kristen's thighs. Brad gave her a moment, then began picking up speed with his thrusts again. He couldn't see what Jennifer was doing with her mouth, but the result was immediately evident. Kristen's entire body went taut, her chest heaving, high-pitched whimpers escaping, her face contorted into a mask of ecstasy. "Oh, Jennifer, sweetheart, oh fuck—" Kristen's fists balled into her sister's hair. Encouraged, Brad began to thrust harder, and soon all three of them were filling the apartment with noise. Kristen came first, her face turning a pale shade of red as she writhed on the couch. Her cries reached a crescendo and rang out in a long, agonized, high-pitched moan. Watching her, Brad felt his own orgasm slip beyond his control to hold it back any further, and he let go, slamming into Jennifer with such repeated force that she was nearly screaming, her cheek pressed against Kristen's belly. He came inside her, so hard that he reeled, momentarily dizzy, before steadying himself. He pulled out of Jennifer, and she sighed happily at the sensation. The three of them collapsed onto the couch in a sweaty heap, exhausted. "Oh my god," Jennifer said, cradled against Brad's chest. "That was incredible." "Yes it was," Brad agreed. "Do you know what's even more incredible?" Kristen asked, brushing damp hair out of her eyes. Jennifer looked up, bleary-eyed. "What?" Kristen grinned. "Our magnificently huge shower." # # # Together, they stumbled to the shower and proceeded to wash one another under the hot water. The soap and bubbles re-invigorated their energy, and the sisters entertained Brad with more passionate kisses, first for him and then for each other. They let him soap up each of them in turn, then rinsed off and did it all over again. They emerged from the shower warm, wet and happy, and retired to the king-sized bed, where they lazily frolicked for a short time before falling to sleep. They dozed into the late morning, and Brad awoke slowly, to the sensation of his morning erection being gently massaged. His eyes flickered open, and he found Jennifer curled up next to him on the bed, head propped up on one hand, her free hand stroking him. Kristen was still passed out on her back. "Good morning," Jennifer said softly, a lascivious smile playing at the corner of her mouth. "Good morning," he said. "Have we met? You're getting awfully personal." "Oh, sorry. Did you want me to stop?" She slowed her rhythm. "I didn't say that." "Good. So, do you feel a little less angry now?" He smiled. "Much." She batted her lashes at him. "Did you get all the revenge you wanted?" "Oh, not nearly. I think I'll have to have much more revenge before you leave." Jennifer widened her eyes. "Why, Brad. You're dating my sister. I don't think that's appropriate." "Very funny," he said. "So, I guess we can cross each other off our lists, huh?" "I guess we can," Jennifer said. "Does that make you happy?" "Very," he said, and leaned in for a kiss. She returned it happily. Next to them, Kristen yawned and stretched into wakefulness. Rolling over, she blinked sleepily at the two of them. "Well now," she said as she took in the sight of her sister stroking her boyfriend's cock. "What the hell is all this?" "I don't know," Brad said. "I woke up and your sister was just here." "Damn it, Jennifer," Kristen said. "Can't you let me have anything all to myself?" "I guess not," Jennifer said with a leer. "There's only one way to settle this," Kristen said, squirming herself into position next to Brad. "What's that?" Jennifer asked. Kristen narrowed her eyes. "Two words, bitch. Blowjob contest." Jennifer wriggled with glee. "You're on." As the two sisters descended on him, Brad realized that Kristen had been right. He lived a charmed life.