12 comments/ 100088 views/ 8 favorites We Do Everything Together By: CWank As I woke up that warm August morning, a smile formed on my face. Due to work, I was unable to join my family for a weekend at the ranch and knew that I would be home alone all weekend. It had been a warm summer and I was already accustomed to sleeping naked, but aside from the bedroom and shower, I had never been completely naked anywhere else. As I got out of bed, I could hear the gentle sound of birds chirping in the tree in our backyard, and a small rustle of leaves in the morning breeze. As I reached over to grab my boxers, I remembered that I was home alone. "I don't need to put on anything. No one's going to see me." I thought to myself, and decided to just freshen up with a morning shower. I grabbed my towel, and entered the bathroom. As I brushed my teeth, I could look down and see my usual morning wood staring up at me, it's fully erect head slightly above my navel. The motion of my brushing caused it to wiggle from side to side, my testicles moving like a bell clapper between my legs. "Hm. .I could use a trim," I thought. Grabbing a chair from my room, I sat in the bathroom, in front of a full length mirror, trimming the forest of dark brown hair around my twenty year old penis. I had always liked it trimmed, as I wasn't much of a bush person. Trimming it nearly down to what it would look like had I been twelve, I decided I might as well shave it all. Stroke by stroke of the razor, I carefully shaved away all the pubic hair around my member, moving my penis back and forth to get to each area, down to a baby soft clean. By now my morning wood had become somewhat flaccid, and I had decided to finally get in the shower. As I put my towel up, I noticed my sister's panties in the hamper. Taking them into my hand, I held them up to my face, and to my surprise, I could smell her juices all over it. It smelled so sweet, but so sinful. I took a deep breath as I closed my eyes, and could feel a steady stream of blood rush to my now growing member. As I continued to smell the glorious panties, I reached down with my free hand to massage my testicles. Rolling them in my hand slowly as I took in the scent of my sister's amazing love scent. I sat back down and continued on to my penis. Taking it in my fist and feeling it fill with blood, the skin, tightening around it as the head rose. By now I had already dropped the panties to the floor and was fantasizing about my sister and stroking my cock. Alternating attention between my balls and my nipples, I continued to masturbate until I had cum all over my stomach and chest. Rubbing the warm cum on my chest, I finally got into the shower. I continued to fantasize about my sister as I cleaned my body of my semen. I always enjoyed myself in the shower. Being able to touch myself all over while cleaning myself excited me, which was always visible when I stepped out of the shower, sometimes as hard as a rock. I continued cleaning my 5 foot 11 inch, athletic body. As I tried myself off, I heard the front door close. Surprised, I wrapped the towel around my waist and peered out the bathroom door, which I usually leave open when I'm home alone. As I closed the door, I noticed that my sister's panties were now missing from the spot on the floor which I had left them. "Who was here?" I wondered. Stepping out into the hallway in my towel, I heard a door close. Walking in the hallway, I noticed my sister's bedroom door had now been closed. "Is Cat home. .?" I thought. Almost sneaking up to the door, I pressed my ear up to the door. Immediately, I heard a light moan, which made my penis jump. As I continued to listen, the moans continued to grow louder, soon the moans were mixed with words. "Deeper. . .harder. .more. ." I heard. By now I was fully confident that Cat had lost herself in her activities, so I mustered up some courage and quietly opened the door. There she was, my nineteen year old sister, her creamy Asian toned body, on her hands and knees, her beautiful, shaved vagina facing me as she fingered herself from behind, her face pressed down on her pillow as she moaned into it. I could hear her fingers squishing around in her wet love canal. Just the sight of this was enough to get me rock solid. I couldn't take it anymore. I opened the door to get a full view of my sister pleasuring herself, and sat in the hallway to experience some self-pleasure of my own. Trying to be as quiet as possible, I began to stroke my penis. Taking it into my fist and pulling at it, my other hand caressing my testicles as I watched my sister. Eventually, I could feel myself coming to an orgasm, and I began moaning, imagining myself exploding into my sister's wet pussy. I began to masturbate harder, faster. The image of my sister cumming with me was enough to let the floodgates open, and I erupted in orgasm, all over the hallway. I let out a long moan of sheer pleasure as I felt a battalion of sperm fire from my cock. Catching my breath, I looked up from my softening cock to see my sister, seated at the food of her bed, facing me. Her own puddle of juice on the floor in front of her dripping pussy. Our eyes met with a sense of guilt, but with a sense of satisfaction. Chuckling, I got up and took a seat next to Cat, her beautiful 34 B breasts heaving as she was still catching her breath. Putting my arm around her, I held her close to me and let her rest her head on my shoulder. "What are you doing here?" I asked as I stroked her arm with my hand. Still gasping for breath, she answered, "I wasn't feeling too well, so mom and dad dropped me off here to rest." I couldn't help but alternate my gaze between her breasts and her vagina. I'd never seen her naked before. Well, when were little we used to bathe together, but that was entirely different. I noticed her eyes were also fixed upon my pulsating penis. "You know you shouldn't spy on me like that bro. It's not nice." she said with a smile and a small poke to my ribs. She pulled herself closer to me and I could feel her breasts press up against me. The sensation of her nipples against my skin gave my cock a tiny twitch. She must have noticed this as she pulled herself even closer and reached down to take my dick into her hand. "It's not nice to tease your brother like that either." I said as I wrapped my other arm around her. "i've seen you before Kevin, I mean, naked like this. I've always fantasized about this moment. ." she said with a smile as she began to stroke my cock. I could feel it getting warm and hard as she looked into my eyes, my hardening penis filling her hand. Her free hand was now rubbing me up and down my chest "Was this really happening? Was my sister actually rubbing my cock down? Yes It was, and it was exhilarating. Every millimeter of flesh that touched me was electrifying. When she began to playfully tug at my testicles, I couldn't stand it anymore. I had to have her. I got up and stood in front of her at the foot of her bed. She looked up at me eagerly, her mouth slightly open, teasing my already willing cock. She stood up as well, her naked 5 foot 5 inch petite frame was truly a sight to behold. She stood there with her arms at her sides, her beautiful, natural breasts remained high and perky. Her gorgeous pink nipples were nice and puffy, the nipples sticking out, looking as supple as could be. "Do I look OK Kevin? I'm not. .ugly am I?" Smiling I looked at her and said, "Look at my penis sis. You tell me what I think about your body." "She smiled back at me, her right hand slowly reaching do spread her pussy lips wide, her left hand coming up to give her right breast a squeeze. "I've always dreamed that you would be the one to take my virginity. It's always been you. I've never wanted anyone's cock inside me but yours you know. ." she said as she inserted a finger into her now, wet, inviting hole. "I've always wanted to have sex with you too sis. You're simply beautiful. Do you want me inside you?" Stepping forward with eagerness, she said in a loud voice, "Oh yes! Please!! Take me now Kevin!!" Guiding her to lay on her back, I told her to spread her legs. Completely obedient, she bared her wet pussy to me, and I couldn't resist leaning in for a sniff, but I didn't stop there. I licked the inside of her lips and flicked her now erect clitoris with my tongue. Taking two fingers, I inserted them into her warm love hole, massaging the inner wall of her vagina while slowly taking her clitoris into my mouth and sucking on it. I could feel her hips gyrate with every suck of my mouth. I continued on until eventually, she had a huge, wet orgasm. Her juices sprayed all over my mouth, and I loved every single drop. As I felt her body convulse in ecstasy, she looked at me with those eager eyes again. She didn't say anything, but I knew what she wanted. Positioning myself over her, I looked down on her as some of her own juices leaked onto her face and neck. As she slowly guided my hard cock to her pussy, I kissed every drop on her. I teased her lips with my tongue, while teasing her vagina with the head of my penis. Finally, she pulled me into her. Words cannot fully describe the feeling I had when I was finally inside her. It felt both wrong and right. Her vagina fit me so well. It hugged my penis like a surgical glove. Her own wetness was all the lubrication I needed. Slowly I inserted myself until my balls were tickling her buttocks. She took a brief gasp for air and I pulled myself out, allowing her hymen to break and exit the canal. Again, I slowly inserted myself into her again. "Kevin, I want you to fuck me. .fuck me hard. Control me. I'm all yours. ." she whispered through her breath. Placing my arms behind her shoulders, I leaned over her and began slowly at first, building speed until we were at a frantic pace. I could feel her hips gyrating with every thrust. Her screams of ecstasy, blended with mine. I'm sure if any of the neighbors were home they had heard us. As I looked down on her face, it was everything I had imagined. Her face, filled with both pain and pleasure at the same time. Her vagina felt absolutely perfect. Squeezing at just the right time. I could feel her starting to tingle again, and I could feel the same in my penis. "I'm going to cum Cat!" I yelled as I closed my eyes, trying so desperately to hold it in and let a big load build up. "Do it!!! Cum in me!! Please!! I want to feel your cum inside me!! Cum with me baby!!" she yelled.as she spanked my right buttock. "Okay. ." I moaned as I continued to pound my cock inside her. And with a roar, I let myself go, and I felt her let herself go, in one simultaneous orgasm. Exhausted, I lay my head on her breasts, leaving my penis inside her to wilt. Our breaths were almost in unison, and I could hear her heart racing as I fondled her breasts. We fell asleep like this, and slept till that evening. She was up first, and I awoke to find her still naked, brushing her now wet hair. Seeing me in the mirror, she greeted me, "Good evening Kevin! That was a spectacular day wasn't it?" Laughing, I replied to her, "It sure was. I never thought I'd fuck my own sister, in our own house no less." "The first of many incredible times I hope!" "Cat, whenever you want me, I'm all yours." "Oh really brother?" she said with a smile, "because I've been up for a good hour now and I've wanted you inside me ever since." "Oh yeah? whys that?" I asked. "Because you're my brother, and I want to do everything with you." "What do you mean everything?" I asked with a puzzled look. "I've only had you give me oral and missionary. I want to do everything!! With my brother, of course. Because there is no love for a woman, than that of her brother." And with that, she took me to the bathroom for a shower. We Do Everything Together Ch. 01 For as long as Amy could remember, she and her mother had done everything together. Lauren had had Amy quite young -- at twenty-one, only two years after her older brother Rob. Growing up, their closeness had often alienated her brother, and with their parents divorced and their father out of the house, she knew that Rob had often felt like a stranger in his own home. It almost seemed like a relief when Rob went to college, leaving Amy and her mother alone -- at least for a couple of years. Amy and her mother were the same in many ways -- the same lean, athletic features, the same brown hair and brown eyes. Even the shape of their lips was the same, full and narrow. And they had similar taste in men -- Scott, her mother's boyfriend, was a blue-collar tee-shirt-and-jeans kind of guy through and through, and Amy's latest boyfriend, Ian, was much the same. The only major difference was in the level of freedom Amy enjoyed. Her mother, by her own admission, had been given what she felt was too much freedom, and was determined not to let Amy make the same mistakes. She'd encouraged Amy to stay a virgin until college, to "play things safe" with Ian, and not to make her life as challenging as Lauren's had been. And that had worked out fine for both of them -- until the summer after Amy graduated from high school. # # # It was a warm, breezy Friday night in early July. Lauren lay curled up on the couch, watching television, when a knock sounded at the door. Sighing at the interruption of her solitude, she fished the remote from between the cushions and paused the DVD player. She padded to the front door in her bare feet, clad in tee shirt and sweat pants, her straight dark hair held back by a headband. She opened the door, and her eyebrows lifted in surprise. "Ian," she said. Ian stood on the porch, looking uncomfortable in the battered army jacket he'd inherited from his father, rubbing the back of his head with one hand. His blonde stuck up in tufts. "Is Amy here?" he asked. Lauren turned her head a bit, narrowing her eyes at him. "No," she said. "I thought she was supposed to be out with you." Amy had declared her intention to go out on a date with Ian not three hours earlier. "She was," Ian said. He looked down at his shoes. "We had a fight." "A big one?" "A big one," he said. Lauren stood there a moment, and the silence stretched into uncomfortable seconds. Ian hopped from one foot to the other, clearly discomfited. "Do you want to come in?" Lauren asked at last. He nodded. "Sure." He walked inside, Lauren following him. Lauren liked the house dark when she was alone, and so the only illumination came from the steady, pale light of the television and the faint glow of the of the kitchen lights down the hall. "Sorry I interrupted your movie," he said. "This? Oh, I've seen it dozens of times." She grabbed the remote and turned off the television. "Have a seat. Talk to me." Ian sat down on the couch, and she sat next to him, curling her feet up under her. "Do you want anything?" she asked. "Coffee?" She paused. "A beer?" "No, thanks," Ian said, rubbing his hands on his knees nervously. He smiled nervously and ran his hand through his hair again, an affectation she found endearing. She remembered when she'd first met Ian -- her first thought had been not of happiness (or concern) for her daughter, but a pang of well-meaning jealousy. Ian was young, athletic, and handsome, but just clumsy and dorky enough to be charming. "So, what did you two fight about?" Lauren asked. "Um..." Ian winced. "It's... not a big deal." Lauren grinned, resting her elbow on the back of the couch. "Not a big deal? Ian, you showed up on my doorstep, and I'm guessing that the fact that Amy is not here means that Amy ran off somewhere. Which means that it's probably a big deal." "Yeah," Ian said, and sighed. "Look, maybe I should just go..." "Ian," Lauren said, and placed her hand on his knee. He started a bit, and then relaxed. "You can talk to me. I'm not going to hurt you." "You might," Ian said. "Might what?" "Hurt me. When you find out what..." he trailed off into silence. "Ian, what are you talking about...?" Lauren's eyes widened. "Oh. I see. That." "Yeah," Ian said. "So you wanted to..." "Yeah." "And Amy..." "Didn't," Ian said. Lauren nodded. "I see." That took longer than expected, she thought to herself. She was certain she'd be faced with this particular teenage challenge years earlier. "Look, if you're going to lose it on me, just not the face, okay?" Ian joked weakly. Lauren put a hand over her eyes. "You know what, I think I'm going to get that beer," she said, got up from the couch, and walked to the kitchen. Ian sat in the dark, listening to the fridge open, the clank of bottles, the hiss of caps being pried off. Lauren walked back with one in each hand, and offered him one as she sat down beside him again. He took it with a smile. "Thanks," he said quietly. Lauren flopped back down on the couch, taking a drink -- a long one. "Do you hate me right now?" Ian asked. Lauren stroked her hair, tilting her head aside and looking at him. "No," she said finally. "I'm just a little... you know how close Amy and I are." "I know," he said. "And you know how protective of her I am. I've tried to teach her to be careful about this kind of thing. I don't want her first time to be because a guy pressured her into it." "I didn't press--" Lauren held up her hand. "Just let me finish. I don't want her first time to be something she's going to regret, with some guy who might leave her, or hurt her, or try to make her do something that she's not ready to do. And I don't think that Amy is ready, Ian. And I don't think that she thinks she's ready, even if you think that she's ready, or that you're ready, or..." She sighed. "I'm babbling. You made me babble." "It's okay," Ian said. "Lauren, I just want you to know that I don't want to hurt Amy. I love her. I'm in love with her. I think. I mean--" She smiled. "Don't hurt yourself, Ian. I was a teenager once too. It's confusing. He nodded. "I just... want to take things to the next level." "Amy's eighteen, Ian. She's going to college in the fall," Lauren said. "She has school to think about. She's going to have an amazing career and an amazing life. And I'm not saying that you can't be part of that life, Ian, but I just don't think Amy is ready for a lot of complications." "So now I'm a complication," Ian said, his eyes hardening, then finished off half his beer at a pop. "No, no. I'm not saying that. For all I know, Ian, you could be the love of Amy's life. But you're young, and she's young, and you're both... young, and so many things could happen, and are going to happen, and I just don't want Amy to make the same mistakes I made." She put her hand on his knee again. "Do you understand that?" Ian nodded slowly. "I understand. You want me to stay away from Amy." "No," Lauren said with a wince. "I'm not saying that either. Ian, I know you have... things you want. I understand that. Things you want more than anything." She uncurled her feet and leaned closer to him. "Ian, I want to propose a deal to you. And you can take the deal or not. And it's going to sound weird, but just don't freak out. Okay?" Ian laughed softly. "If you don't want me to freak out, you're not doing a very good job." She grinned, then bit her lip. "I know. Just hear me out, okay?" He looked at her, puzzled. "What kind of a deal?" Lauren took a deep breath. "If you wait... if you and Amy wait, until she's had a chance to get settled at college, and concentrate on her classes, and get her life together... I'll give you what you want... from her." Ian blinked and sat silently. She held his gaze, slowly realizing that he wasn't putting it together. Then something clicked in his brain, and his eyes widened. "You can't be serious." "I am serious," Lauren said. "Do you think I'm attractive, Ian?" "I..." Ian's mouth worked silently for a moment. "Of course. You're beautiful. But--" "All I'm asking is for you to wait," Lauren said, "and in return, you can do whatever you want with me. Anything at all that you want." Lauren's hands crept up Ian's thighs, coming to rest on the crotch of his jeans. Ian gasped sharply and started a bit, but didn't move away. "That's totally insane," he said. "What if she finds out?" "We'll make sure she doesn't," Lauren said. "She'll be at college at least five days a week, Ian, and you'll be here. And I'll be here. We can do whatever you want, Ian, and no one ever has to know." "That's cheating on Amy." Lauren sighed. "Ian, don't make this more complicated than it needs to be. If you want to say no, you can walk out of this house and we can never talk about this again." "I'm not--" He fell silent, staring at the hand she'd placed on his leg. Ian didn't move. The silence stretched out again. Finally he spoke. "Okay." "Really?" Lauren asked. "You're sure." He swallowed hard and nodded. "I'm sure. If you... if you're okay with it." "Okay with it? Ian, it was my idea." "I know. I, uh... sorry. I'm nervous." She grinned. "Don't be." She leaned in and kissed him on the cheek, then grinned wickedly. "I'll bet you're incredibly tense. Do you want to start right now?" "What?" Ian asked. Lauren slid off the couch and knelt in front of him, insinuating herself between his thighs. "Here?" "Where else, sweetie?" "But... what if Amy comes back?" "I don't know, Ian." With a small smile, Lauren worked expertly at the zipper of Ian's pants, lowering it slowly, her eyes locked with his. "Is that a chance you're willing to take? Or not?" She undid the snap of his jeans, curling her fingers around his underwear, and pulled down. Ian was already erect, his cock bobbing out. "Oh shit," Ian said. "Oh my," Lauren whispered, putting her hand around it gingerly. "Ian..." She gave him a squeeze, a grin spreading across her face, stroking him gently up and down. "Am I?" Ian said weakly. "I didn't... I never, uh..." "We can stop if you think it's too risky," Lauren said, enjoying teasing him. The doors were locked and bolted -- it would take Amy a few moments to get her key in both doors, and she was confident this wouldn't take long. But she wasn't going to tell him that. She was enjoying his discomfiture too much. Ian swallowed hard. "No," he said. "Don't stop." Lauren sat back on her heels, biting her lower lip, and then lifted her tee shirt over her head. She was wearing nothing underneath, and her breasts jiggled as she tossed the shirt onto the couch next to him. Her small nipples were pale and pink in the dim light. Leaning forward again, she pressed her breasts against his knees and ran her tongue along the length of his cock, holding it gently between her fingers. "Oh my God," Ian said, putting a hand on her bare shoulder. "Lauren..." "Do you like this, Ian?" she asked, and flicked her tongue around the head of his cock. "Yes," he breathed. "You want more?" She kissed the underside of the tip gently, flicking the point of her tongue against it. "Yes." Lauren grinned and took him in her mouth, wrapping her lips around his cock. Ian groaned and put his hand on the back of her head, barely touching her hair, lifting his hips. "Jesus... Lauren..." Lauren moved slowly at first, using mostly her tongue, but then taking his cock all the way into her mouth, down her throat. For the next few minutes, there was no sound but Ian's heavy breathing and the faint slurping sounds of Lauren's mouth on his cock. He squirmed and moaned softly, clearly struggling to control himself, and she savored his tension. As his breath began to quicken further, she lifted her head from his lap. "Do you want to come?" she asked. "Do I..." He looked down at her as if utterly perplexed. "Do you want to come?" He nodded frantically. "Then go ahead whenever you want, sweetheart." She lowered her head again, taking him into her mouth once more, cupping his balls in one hand, the other hand squeezing the shaft. Ian drew a shivering breath, his head gripping her hair. She went back to work on him, her head bobbing up and down as she sucked his cock. "Oh God... Laur..." Lauren suddenly stiffened, a surprised murmur coming from her as he came in her mouth. Her hands gripped him as she swallowed, then lifted her head, coughing a bit, a dribble of come leaking from one corner of her mouth. His whole body was quivering. "Oh my goodness, Ian- - oh!" An unexpected spurt burst from Ian's cock, splattering against her chin and breasts. Lauren giggled, daubing at the pearly mess. "I'm sorry," Ian said breathlessly. "No, sweetie, you did wonderfully." She grabbed the discarded tee shirt from the couch and cleaned off her chin and breasts, then wrapped it around his cock gently, wiping him off. She looked up at him, grinning mischievously. "Did you like that?" Ian nodded weakly. "Yes. It was... unbelievable." "Good," she said, and leaned down to kiss his still-erect cock. "Because you can have more, you know. A lot more. All you have to do is ask. Do we have a deal?" Comically, she extended a hand to him, daubing at the corner of her mouth with her other hand. After a moment, he took it and shook. "We have a deal." # # # Scott returned to his modest apartment after a long night of catching up on work at the auto shop. Even though it was summer, it was dark and raining out when Scott found Amy sitting outside the apartment in her coat, her knees up under her chin. He parked the truck and got out, looking at her quizzically at his girlfriend's daughter. "Amy, what are you doing out here? It's late." "Can I have a cup of coffee?" she asked. "It's late," Scott said. Amy looked up at him, her face tear-stained, lower lip quivering. Her brown hair was pulled back in a high ponytail, giving her a winsome look that tugged at his sympathies. "Come on in," Scott said with a sigh. "I'll get you some coffee." Ten minutes later, Scott brought her a strong black cup as she sat at the kitchen table. The shades were drawn, and Scott locked the front door before coming to sit down across from her. Amy took a long sip of the coffee, then wiped at her cheek. "It's really good," she said, her voice thick. Scott put a hand on hers. "Amy, what happened?" "It's Ian," she blurted. "I don't know what to do..." "Ian?" Scott's voice rose. " Amy, did he hurt you?" "No!" Amy said, sniffling a little. "We went out, and had some dinner -- a really nice dinner -- and then we were going to..." she paused, sniffling. "You were going to... what?" "We were going to have sex," Amy said. "I even put this on for him..." Amy opened her coat, revealing the short skirt and blouse of her school outfit underneath, the first three buttons of the blouse undone. Scott drew back, straightening his cap. "I wore this for him because I knew he liked it, and then we started, and all of a sudden I just wanted to stop... and he wanted to keep going, and then we had this huge fight about it, and he ran off, and I didn't want to go home because I knew Mom would be furious with me, and..." Amy trailed off, her eyes red. Scott sat back in the chair, looking very uncomfortable. "So you and he didn't..." Amy gave a tearful laugh. "No, we didn't. I wanted to, and then I started thinking... what if we weren't meant to be together? What if Ian isn't the one? Mom always told me to be careful to make sure that my first time was with someone I trusted, someone who wouldn't hurt me... and I thought about the time that Ian told me he loved me and I didn't say it back, and I thought, what if I still didn't feel that way, and... I... I just don't know." "Amy," Scott said. "I..." He shook his head, completely unable to come up with something to say. "I'm sure that someday, uh, somebody will come along who you can trust, and, uh, on that day... you'll trust them... and it will just be right." He really wasn't very good at this sort of thing. Amy was adorable, and he couldn't deny he had some paternal feelings for her -- their age difference, and the fact that he was dating her mother, disallowed much else in the way of emotion. Even so, the raw vulnerability in her expression stirred some feelings he would have rather not admitted to himself. "I'm tired of waiting for it to be right," Amy said, finishing her coffee. She shrugged out of her coat, pushing rain-damp hair out of her eyes. "I'm tired of waiting for everything to be perfect. When I was in high school, I thought, if I can just get to graduation everything will be right, and I can maybe relax. And then when I got into college, I thought, maybe now things will be right for awhile, and sure, my course load is insane and my professors are all crazy, but maybe I can relax, because I made it and did something right. And then when I came back for break, I thought maybe Ian and I could just... be... right..." "Amy," Scott said, taking her hand again. "Calm down, it's going to be okay." "I'm just tired of everything having to be perfect," Amy said. "I'm tired of having to always be perfect all the time, and always do everything right, and always worry about whether or not the decision you've made is the right one... do you know what I mean?" She looked him in the eyes, putting one hand on top of his. "Yeah," Scott said. "I think I can understand that." Amy sniffled, looking towards the familiar green wall and bank of signs behind the apartment counter. "You know, sometimes I think -- I wish -- that I could just get it over with, you know? I wish that I could just get it out of the way, and not worry about whether or not it was the right guy, or the right day, or the right reason..." She sniffled again. Scott wasn't stupid, and he could see where this was going. He had to derail this train as quickly as possible. "Amy..." She stood up, crossed to him and sat full in his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Can you just hug me, Scott?" Amy asked. "I don't want anybody to yell at me, or lecture me or tell me everything's going to be fine. I just need someone I trust to hug me." He put his hands on her back, slowly. "Sure, Amy, he said. "No problem." They sat there like that for a short while, Amy's face nestled against his cheek, her fingers absently tickling the back of his neck. After a few moments, Scott shifted under her, trying to push her away. "Amy, you're soaking wet," he said. "I should get you a towel or something, so you don't catch cold..." "I'm okay," Amy said, lifting her head. She looked into his eyes, pushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear. "I can handle myself. Thanks, Scott." She kissed him on the cheek, slowly, then withdrew, looking into his eyes again. Scott shifted. "I should really get that towel --" Amy shifted her own weight, pinning him to the chair. Her hands tightened on his shoulders. "I don't need a towel," she said. "You'd never hurt me, would you, Scott?" "Amy," he said. He tried to think of a way to exit from this situation gracefully and not further hurt her feelings. "Of course I wouldn't." "And I can trust you... can't I?" Amy asked, reaching up to take his cap off. putting it on the table next to the coffee cup. "Of course not. But listen, Amy..." "Scott," she said, interrupting him. "If I needed something from you... a favor..." "Amy, if you're thinking what I --" "No, please," Amy said. "Please listen. If I needed you to do something for me, would you do it? For me? Please?" "You don't know what you're saying." We Do Everything Together Ch. 01 "I do know what I'm saying," Amy said, and kissed him. He drew back, putting his hand on her shoulders. "Amy, I can't. I can't do this." She looked at him. "Why not?" "First of all, because it's wrong. Second of all, if your mother found out, she would kill me. Like, really kill me, eighteen different kinds of dead." "My mother told me that my first time should be with someone I trust," Amy said, her face only inches from his. "I trust you. I know what I'm asking for, Scott. I want this. I want you. Please." She took Scott's hand in hers, kissing his palm, and then pressed his hand to her breast, under her shirt. She was wearing nothing underneath her blouse, and his hand closed on bare flesh. "Oh, my God," Scott said in disbelief. "Amy..." He willed his hand to draw back from touching her, but he seemed frozen in place, unable to help himself. Sitting back, Amy locked eyes with Scott. Slowly, she began to unbutton her blouse the rest of the way, revealing the pale flesh between her breasts, down to the immaculate smoothness of her navel. She reached up and slipped the blouse off her shoulders, letting it drop to the floor, revealing small, pale breasts. Her nipples stood erect in the chill air, tiny and pink. Scott put up his hands, almost as if to ward her off, but Amy grabbed his wrists, pulling them down to his sides, her breasts dangling and jiggling slightly as she leaned forward. "Not yet," she said. Leaning back again, she smiled a bit, reaching to one side of her skirt. She undid the button and then the inner clasp. Her skirt fell away. She wasn't wearing anything under that, either. "Jesus, Amy..." Scott said, as she reached for his belt buckle. She undid it deftly, then the clasp of his jeans, then his zipper. She reached into his jeans, taking out his cock, squeezing it experimentally as she kissed him deeply, her tongue darting into his mouth -- The door buzzer went off, making them both jump. Amy clapped her hand over her mouth to suppress a high-pitched squeal, her eyes wide. "Shit," Scott said. "It's the door." "Don't answer it," she whispered, her voice terrified. "I have to, my truck's parked outside." "Scott?" A voice at the door. Lauren's voice. Amy started upright, her face going white. "Oh shit," she breathed. "Oh shit!" Scott fumbled for his pants, doing them up frantically. "Upstairs," he said. "What?" "Upstairs, hurry!" he said in a savage whisper. "I'll talk to her -- go now!" Naked except for her knee-socks, Amy scrambled for her blouse and skirt, then ran through the curtain that blocked the narrow stairs to his bedroom. Scott put his cap back on, waited a heartbeat, checking himself over, took a deep breath, and then opened the door. This night, he thought, could not possibly get any more surreal. # # # "Lauren," Scott said as he opened the door, a bit too quickly. She gave him a quizzical look. "Is Amy here?" she asked. "Hmm?" "Amy." Scott stared at her blankly for a moment. "What about her? She in trouble?" "Is she here," Lauren enunciated carefully. "Oh. Uh, no. Haven't seen her." Lauren narrowed her eyes. "Is everything okay?" Scott adjusted his cap. "Of course. Why on earth wouldn't it be?" "You seem a little agitated." "Oh, uh," he gestured to the interior of the apartment. "I just have a little plumbing problem in the kitchen..." "Really? Is it serious?" Lauren glimpsed over his shoulder. "No!" Scott said, moving in front of her. "Not serious at all." "Okay," Lauren said. An awkward silence fell. "Is she in trouble?" Scott asked. "Hmm?" "Amy." Lauren closed her eyes in confusion. "No. I don't know. Maybe. Do I smell coffee?" "Uh." "Fresh coffee?" "Absolutely not." "Come on, burning the midnight oil, having a cup of coffee, I know you, Scott." "I'm really not --" "Come on, stop being such a coffee miser." Lauren muscled past him and made her way into the apartment. Scott closed his eyes for a moment, then closed the front door. "You drink too much coffee, you know," Scott said as she sat down at the table. As he poured her a cup, he felt relieved that he hadn't poured a cup for himself earlier. That might have needed some explaining. What the hell am I doing? he thought to himself, feeling a deep pang of guilt. "It's a wonder you ever sleep at all." "Uh-huh," Lauren said, a smile on her face. She took the cup from him, took a long drink, and then set it down with a delighted sigh. "You are never going to believe what happened tonight." Scott put both hands on the counter. "You know what, I think I just might." "Guess who came to my door tonight," she said. "I give up." "Ian." Scott's brow furrowed. "Ian, what did he want?" He sat down across from her, trying to look casual. "He said that they had a fight. That they were going to sleep together, and Amy decided that she wanted to wait." She sipped coffee. Scott nodded sagely, feeling like a complete asshole. "Did she... well, that's good." "Yeah. I guess some of that parental wisdom seeped through." "Looks that way. Uh, what did you tell Ian?" Lauren looked at him over her coffee cup. "Oh, uh... the usual, I said that if he touched her that they'd never find all the pieces of him." His eyes widened. "Really?" "No. I sent him home. Now I just need to find out where Amy ran off to. I thought for sure she would have come here. Guess she must have a new hideout for when she gets into trouble." "Yeah, that's weird," Scott said. "Let me top that off for you." He took her cup and walked back across the room, then plucked the coffee pot from the machine and filled up Lauren's cup again. "So," she said brightly, "I have a question." "Shoot," Scott said. "Why is Amy's coat here?" Coffee splashed onto the counter top and on his hand, burning him. His shock was so complete that he barely felt it. He turned and looked at Lauren. She smiled. "Crap," he whispered. "Just call me Hercule Poirot." "Who?" "Never mind. Is she here?" Scott put the coffee pot back, let out a slow sigh, and slowly returned to the table, ignoring his burning hand. He put the coffee in front of her again. "Yes." "Where is she?" "Upstairs. She was out in front of the apartment when I showed up. She told me about her date with Ian." "She did? Did she tell you about the fight?" Scott shrugged. "She... might have mentioned it." "Did she tell you about the almost sex?" "I... don't..." Scott shrugged again. Lauren's eyebrows raised, her mouth gaped. "She did." "She --" "What did she say?" Lauren prodded. "She said something about wanting to find the right guy, and how she was going to wait, or, something like that." "Oh yeah? What else?" "I don't--" She gave him an impatient "Come on, Scott." He took a deep breath, then adjusted his cap. Time to get ready for a savage beating, he thought to himself. "Okay, Lauren, she said something about wanting to just get it over with, okay? And that she wasn't sure if Ian was the right guy, but that she didn't care and just wanted to... get it out of the way." Lauren stared at him for a long moment. Then her jaw dropped. "Oh, my God," she said. "What's wrong?" "Did she..." Lauren narrowed her eyes. "Scott, did she come here to..." Scott put up his hands, jaw working as if to say something. Lauren gasped. "Oh my god, she did." "Lauren listen, nothing happened, I didn't touch her." "She... seriously? She came on to you?" "I didn't do anything," he said deliberately. Lauren sat stock-still, eyes wide, her hand over her mouth. Clearly, she was thinking intensely. Scott watched her, afraid to move or speak, afraid the next words out of her mouth would be something about them breaking up. "Scott," she said, her eyes sparkling. "Scott, this could work." "What could work?" "I wanted Amy to focus on her career and not get involved with a relationship. Especially not a relationship as confusing as the one she has with Ian. If she doesn't want that, then sex... sex doesn't matter." Suddenly, as so often happened with him and Lauren, Scott felt like he was several minutes behind in the conversation. "Sex doesn't matter?" he asked, incredulous. "Scott, if she wanted you to be her first time, then she just wants sex, and just sex isn't a relationship. You're not interested in a relationship with her, right?" "Uh... right?" Scott said, barely able to keep up. "And I'm pretty sure she doesn't want one with you, so this is perfect. She satisfies her curiosity, she goes back to college happy and satisfied, hopefully not thinking about Ian at all." "Lauren, what in the hell are you talking about?" Lauren put her hands on his. "Scott," she said. "I want you to have sex with Amy." He said nothing, staring at her blankly. "I'm serious," she said. "No you're not." "Yes, I am." "You can't be." "Scott, this idea could totally work." "You're out of your goddamn mind," he said, drawing his hands back. "How does this un-complicate her life? This is a really bad idea." "But it's her bad idea," Lauren said. "If I hadn't shown up here, she would have tried to seduce you. She might even have succeeded." "She wouldn't--" Lauren waved a hand. "Don't worry about it, Scott. You're not on trial or anything. Listen, I want you to do this. For me. For Amy." "You are insane." "Okay," she said. "Granted. But will you do it?" Scott buried his face in his hands. # Amy was sitting on the edge of Scott's bed when the door to the upstairs opened. She had put her clothes back on, albeit loosely, and sat up straight when Scott entered. "Is she gone?" "Not exactly," Scott said uneasily as he stepped into the room. Lauren walked in behind him. "Hi, sweetie," Lauren said. "Mom." Amy pulled the front of her blouse closed. "What are you doing here?" "You don't have to freak out, Amy. I know everything." "What?" Amy blanched. She turned to Scott, furious. "Did you --" "I--" Scott began, but Lauren interrupted him. "I figured it out without him, Amy," she said, walking over to her. "He didn't rat you out. And I want you to know that it's okay with me." Amy's brow furrowed in utter puzzlement. "It is?" "Yeah." Lauren crossed the room and sat down on the bed next to Amy. She reached out and stroked her daughter's damp hair. "All I've ever wanted is for you to be happy, Amy, and if this is what you want, I don't want you to hide it from me, or feel like you had to hide it from me. And I want to know that your coming here tonight was okay... and that I want you to go through with it." Amy looked from her mother to Scott with a shocked expression. "You want me to --" "If it's what you want," Lauren said, "then yes." She kissed Amy on the cheek. "I just wanted you to know. Okay?" Amy sat there for a moment, baffled, looking from her mother to Scott. Scott only shrugged helplessly, as if he were but a spectator in these matters. Amy turned to Scott. "And... you're... you're okay with it?" Scott shrugged, looking utterly helpless. "I don't--" Lauren turned to give him a gently warning look, and Scott took a deep breath. "I guess. Yes. Amy, I'd be... honored." Lauren smiled and stood up. "Well, I guess that settles it, then. Can I do anything for the two of you? Champagne, candles, George Michael on CD..." Scott raised a warning finger. "Okay, you can stop right there --" "Mom," Amy interrupted, taking Lauren's hand. "Would you stay?" Lauren blinked. "I'm sorry, what?" "Yeah, what?" Scott said. "We've always shared everything, Mom," Amy said. "We've always done everything together. If I'm going to do this, then I want you to share this too. I want you to be here." "Wait, what?" Scott exclaimed, a hysterical note in his voice. Lauren looked confused for a long moment. She smiled gently and touched her daughter's cheek. "Are you sure, Amy?" "Yes." Amy bit her lip and turned to Scott. "If that's okay with you, Scott... is it okay?" Scott pursed his lips. "You know, after the events of tonight, I think I'm just going to say, what the hell. I've never been able to stop either of you when you wanted your way anyway..." "Well, you're right about that," Lauren said with a grin, "and that's not going to start now." She looked back at Amy. "Are you absolutely sure?" Amy took a deep breath and nodded. "Absolutely." "Then yes. I'll stay, Amy." Lauren took Amy's hand and pulled her off the bed, then led her over to Scott. Turning to him, she leaned up and kissed him gently on the lips. "Are you ready?" she asked. Scott sighed. "Absolutely not. But let's go ahead anyway," he said. Silently, he wished he'd had a drink before letting Lauren in. Maybe two or three. "Oh, you're cranky," Lauren said. "Here, let me cheer you up a little." Grinning, Lauren began undoing the buttons of Scott's shirt and pulled it off him, then slowly undid his belt and jeans. Amy watched from a bit over an arm's length away, her face a bit flushed, looking at Scott's body as Lauren slowly removed his clothes. When Lauren pulled off Scott's underwear, and dropped to her knees in front of him, he was not quite erect. She looked up at him playfully. "Are you nervous, Scott?" "What possible reason would I have to be nervous?" Scott asked. "Doesn't this happen every day?" "Oh, not with that attitude, mister," Lauren said, and stood up. "Maybe this will help." She crossed over to Amy, stroking her daughter's cheek with the back of her hand. She touched Amy's hair and flipped it back over her shoulders. "Do you trust me, sweetie?" she asked. "Of course I do, Mom." "Good. Keep your eyes on Scott, okay honey?" she asked. Amy nodded. "And Scott, you watch Amy, okay?" Amy smiled, looking down at her patent leather shoes, then back up to Scott, meeting his eyes. Lauren stood to one side to allow Scott a view of what she was about to do. Then, slowly, she stripped off Amy's blouse, sliding it off her shoulders and dropping it to the floor. Amy kept her eyes on Scott, her breath quickening, her hands down at her sides, hands clenched into tiny fists. Reaching down, Lauren undid Amy's skirt and dropped it to the floor as well. She put her hands on Amy's bare shoulders and kissed her on the cheek from behind. Without her underwear, Amy was dressed only in her white stockings and shoes. "You're beautiful, Amy," Lauren said, and moved her hand down and stroked Amy's bare shoulder, then brushed her hand softly against Amy's left breast. Amy gasped as Lauren pinched her nipple lightly between her thumb and forefinger. Lauren took her daughter gently by the shoulder and spun her around. "Now," she said. "You do the same for me." "What?" "Take my clothes off," Lauren instructed, brushing a lock of hair back from her daughter's eyes. "Go ahead. We're all in this together." She looked at Scott, grinning mischievously and dropping him a wink. Scott swallowed hard. Licking her lips, Amy reached down and hooked her fingers under Lauren's shirt, pulling it up over her head. Lauren's breasts fell free, jiggling. Amy knelt and pulled off Lauren's sweat pants, then -- after a moment's hesitation -- her panties, looking at her mother's body. Their breasts were remarkably similar -- Lauren's only slightly bigger and fuller -- as were the lines of their stomachs and the curves of their hips. Lauren took Amy's hand and pulled her back up, then kissed her softly on the lips. She hugged her daughter close, their breasts pressing together, and then looked at Scott. He was fully erect now, his cock sticking straight out. He looked like he was about to fall over. "Well, looks like that did the trick," Lauren said. "Now, come here, sweetie." Taking Amy by the hand, Lauren led her over to Scott. "Give Scott a kiss." Biting her lip, Amy walked up to Scott, putting her small hands on his bare chest. She stood on her tiptoes to kiss him, softly at first, then with a rising passion. Scott reacted stiffly at first, his arms by his sides, but finally responded, putting his hands on her bare shoulders. Lauren watched, enjoying the sight of the two of them kissing, letting Amy take her time and explore. "Very nice, sweetie," Lauren said. After a few minutes, she approached to stand next to her daughter, then knelt down in front of Scott, gently pulling Amy down on her knees after her. Lauren took Scott's cock between two fingers and her thumb, squeezing slightly. "Do you like that?" she asked, looking up at Scott. He nodded quickly, saying nothing. "Good." Holding him in place, Lauren placed her other hand gently behind Amy's head. "Now, give him a little kiss here, Amy." Amy nodded hesitantly. "Okay." She leaned forward and kissed the tip of Scott's cock gingerly, once, then twice. Lauren did nothing, only watching as Amy slowly grew bolder, exploring his cock with her mouth and tongue. She worked without experience but with enthusiasm, and soon Scott was quivering where he stood. "Very nice," Lauren said, clearly enjoying being the master of this strange ceremony. "Are you ready to go a little further?" "Sure," Amy said, looking up at Scott with huge brown eyes. "Good. Take him in your mouth, honey." "Okay." Swallowing, Amy closed her eyes and opened her mouth. Lauren guided her head forward, watching as Scott's cock disappeared between Amy's soft lips. Scott moaned, reaching down to touch Amy's head as well. Together, they moved Amy's head in slow strokes, Scott's cock sliding along the top of Amy's tongue. "That's it, sweetheart, you're doing so well," Lauren said. "Do you like that, Scott?" Scott only nodded weakly, his breath heavy. For the next few minutes, Lauren let Amy work on Scott, stroking her bare shoulders and back, watching without a word. Scott braced his hand against the foot of the bed, going weak in the knees. Amy took his cock a little deeper each time, her eyes closed tight, until she gagged a little and withdrew, coughing. "Here," Lauren said. "Let me show you what he likes." She nestled in next to Amy, taking Scott's cock in her hand and flicking her tongue gently along the side, the bottom, over the tip. Scott groaned, curling his fingers in Lauren's hair as she squeezed his cock affectionately. "Now you try," Lauren said. Amy looked up at Scott, then did as she was instructed, copying Lauren's motions. Scott curled his fingers into Lauren's hair, pulling her gently forward, until both of them were running their tongues along his cock at the same time, then taking him in their mouths, one at a time, swapping between them. "Oh God," Scott said. "Lauren, this is too much..." "Uh-oh," Lauren said. "Do we need to slow down?" Scott nodded, breathing heavily. "Okay. Amy, let's get you up on the bed." Lauren stood up, pulling Amy up after her, and then led her daughter over to the soft mattress. Lauren laid down, scooting over to make room for Amy, who crawled after her timidly. Propped up on her elbows, Amy looked up, wide-eyed, at Scott, her gaze moving from his face to his erect cock and back again. Deciding to take what initiative he could, Scott leaned down over Amy and kissed her, running his hands down the perfect smoothness of her body. Lauren lay close to her daughter, her arm around Amy's bare shoulders, watching as Scott kissed Amy's lips, neck, and breasts. When Scott's lips touched her breasts, Amy quivered, moaning a little under her breath. When he touched Amy between her legs, she gave a high-pitched gasp, trembling, her lower lip caught between her teeth. Fumbling a bit, she reached down to grasp Scott's cock, stroking it inexpertly but eagerly, lifting her chin to kiss him. We Do Everything Together Ch. 01 After watching the two of them fondly for a few moments, Lauren tapped Amy on the shoulder. Her daughter murmured deliriously, and looked at her mother, giving little panting moans as Scott flicked his tongue across her nipples. "Honey," Lauren said. "Let me get behind you." Amy nodded, and Scott backed up to give them room to move. Lauren lifted her leg and scooted behind Amy, her chest to Amy's back, her arms around Amy's shoulders. Leaning forward, she kissed her daughter on the cheek. "Are you ready, sweetie?" Her small breasts heaving, Amy nodded silently. "Scott..." she looked up at him, reaching out to put her hands on his chest. "I'm ready. I'm ready..." Scott smiled and stroked Amy's cheek, saying nothing. Then he took her stocking-clad thighs in his hands and spread them apart, lowering his weight onto her. Amy tensed and reached one hand back to touch her mother's hair -- Lauren grasped Amy's shoulders tightly. Slowly, Scott pushed his cock into her, by inches. Amy gasped, then cried out, her eyes screwed shut, as Scott entered her completely. "Oh.. oh my God. Oh God!" Amy moaned breathlessly. Lauren held her tight, her cheek pressed against Amy's cheek. Lauren's heart raced at the taboo of what was happening, the intimacy and strangeness of being present at her own daughter's deflowering. As Scott began to thrust rhythmically, Amy sobbed with pleasure, her fingers tightening in Lauren's hair. Lauren, almost unconsciously, began to run her hands over Amy's shoulders, her sides, finally cupping her breasts, squeezing them gently. Amy reacted instantly, putting her own hands over Lauren's, her cries becoming louder as Scott picked up speed. It took only a few minutes before Lauren felt Amy's entire body tense, her breath coming in quick gasps, her head tossing from side to side. "Oh God... Scott... Mom...!" Amy gave a strangled half-shriek, her hips bucking up to meet Scott's body, her fingers tightening their grip on Lauren's hands. Amy's body quivered as she gave a strangled cry and came, and she turned her face to Lauren, mouth wide, her sweat-drenched hair falling into her eyes. Lauren met Amy in an open-mouth kiss, moaning in unison with her daughter as Amy's quivering body slowly relaxed. Scott thrust into Amy one last time, drawing another delighted moan from Amy, then withdrew, his cock slipping out of her. Amy leaned up and threw her arms around his neck, kissing him several times on the lips and cheek. "Are you... okay, Amy?" Scott asked, awkwardly. Amy nodded, her chest heaving. "Yes. God yes" She touched his cheek, still breathing hard, her face flushed. Scott brushed Amy's wet hair out of her eyes, smiling at her. She hugged him tightly, girlishly, burying her face in his neck. Lauren stood up on her knees. "You were wonderful, Scott," she said, following suit and kissing Scott deeply, pressing her body against his. Amy collapsed on the bed, her body covered in a sheen of sweat, putting a hand to her forehead. "Did you come?" Lauren asked Scott with a sly smile, reaching down to wrap her hand around him again. His cock was slick and wet. Scott looked reserved, almost shy. "No," he said. "But that's all right, I just wanted to do this for Amy..." "Oh, so self-sacrificing," Lauren said teasingly. "When did you get so noble?" "It's been that kind of night," Scott said sarcastically. Lauren grinned and put a hand on his chest, pushing him onto his back in almost the same position Amy had been in. She leaned down over him and, without preamble, slowly put his cock in her mouth, wrapping her lips around it. He groaned and put a hand on her shoulder. Laying beside them, Amy rolled over to watch, putting one hand on Scott's thigh. As Lauren worked on him with her mouth, Amy slowly cuddled up to Scott, curling her body against him. He put an arm around her, eyes closed, slowly relaxing as Lauren flicked her tongue over the head of his cock. It took only a few minutes before Scott began to groan louder, putting his hand on the back of Lauren's head. "Oh my God..." he murmured. Suddenly, his teeth clenched, and he tensed, curling his fingers in Lauren's hair. Lauren made a surprised sound and jerked her head back, coughing, a thin dribble of white running down her chin. Two more spurts of come burst from Scott's cock as Lauren held it. "Oh!" Amy said in surprise, and then laughed quietly. She watched, fascinated, as a bit more fluid dribbled from Scott's cock. Gingerly, she reached out to touch some of it, curious. Lauren examined her hand, which was gooey and sticky with Scott's come. She hopped off the bed, padded to the nearby chair, fetched a towel, and brought it back. She helped Amy clean off, and then Scott. They collapsed onto the bed; Lauren on Scott's right, Amy on his left, and he wrapped his arms around both of them. "You did wonderfully, sweetie," Lauren said. Amy sighed contentedly. "Thank you, Scott," she said. "And thank you, Mom, for being here." "Like you said, sweetheart," Lauren said. "We do everything together." * * * Late that night, the three of them lay together, spooned beneath the covers -- Lauren behind Scott, Scott behind Amy. Amy dozed lightly, Scott's arm wrapped around her, her fingers interlaced with his. Lauren was fast asleep, half-sprawled across the bed. Scott squeezed her hand lightly, whispering so as not to wake up Lauren. "Amy." "Hmm?" she murmured and stirred. "Are you awake?" "I am now," she said softly, and turned her face up to his. "Is something wrong?" "No, no. I was just... I wanted to make sure that... you were okay with... uh... everything." "Everything?" Amy smiled playfully. "Uh..." Scott frowned the way he did when he got flustered. "I just... hope you had... that your first time was..." Amy giggled. "Yes, Scott. It was very memorable. I'm happy. Happy and relieved." She pressed her bare back against his chest, pulling his arm tighter around her with a smile. "I'm glad." He kissed the back of her neck. Lauren mumbled and stirred in her sleep, rolling over away from them, taking the covers with her. "What about me?" Amy asked, biting her lip, playing with the hairs on Scott's arm. "Was I... was I good?" "You were great, Amy. You were amazing." Amy wriggled against him, and suddenly gasped a little. "Scott, are you... hard again?" "Yeah..." Scott said. "I'm sorry about that." "Why are you sorry?" Amy said, grinning. She reached behind her, grasped Scott's cock gently, and squeezed. He drew in his breath sharply. She stroked it for a while, and Scott responded by running his hands down her body, stroking the softness of her stomach, squeezing her breasts. "Scott, if you wanted to... go again... I wouldn't mind." "You're not tired?" Scott asked. "No, I'm not tired." Amy swallowed hard. "I want you again, Scott." "Do you..." Scott swallowed. "Do you want me to wake up Lauren?" "No. Just you and me. Scott... please?" Scott smiled. "Okay." As they lay on their sides, Scott put a hand under her leg and lifted gently. As they lay side by side, she reached down and guided him into her. When he entered her, she gasped, giving a little sweet sob of pleasure. Scott began to rock back and forth slowly, holding Amy's naked body close to his. Amy tried to stay quiet, quietly whimpering as he thrust into her, but after ten minutes she was breathing hard, her face flushed, her neck and chest covered in sweat. "Oh, Scott," she sobbed. "Please, I'm..." Amy came, her body shuddering, her hair falling into her eyes. Holding her tightly, Scott thrust harder and faster, his right hand grasping her thigh, his left underneath her, cupping her breast. A few moments later, Scott came as well with a soft groan, and Amy felt him spurt inside her. She gave a small, amazed laugh, reaching back to touch his head, raising her lips to his for a kiss. Neither of them spoke. Amy cuddled against him without another word, giving a slow, happy sigh as the sweat cooled on her body. Scott stroked her bare shoulder, watching Amy as her breath slowed and she drifted off to sleep. A few moments later, his eyes flicked closed as well, and he slept, his arm still wrapped protectively around her. Sometime in the night, Lauren turned back over, putting her arm around Scott's waist, and they lay like that, sleeping until morning. We Do Everything Together Ch. 02 Morning brought faint yellow light to Scott's bedroom. Lying naked in bed, Lauren stretched and yawned, her eyes flicking open. She sat up, the sheet falling away from her chest, and looked across the bed. Scott lay sprawled, one hand over his head, snoring gently. Amy was nowhere to be seen. "Amy?" she called. No answer. She looked at the floor where they had shed their clothes the previous night. She didn't see Amy's clothes. Lauren scratched her head and leaned over to the sleeping Scott. "Scott. Wake up. Wake up, Scott." When shaking him provoked no response, she kissed him on the lips, stroking his lower stomach. He started awake, snorting a bit. "What happah?" he said, sitting up on his elbows. "Rise and shine," Lauren said. "I want coffee." Scott rubbed his eyes. "What time is it?" "I just told you -- it's coffee time." "Where's Amy?" he asked, ignoring her. "Gone. Probably went home or maybe downstairs to make us coffee. Which means that we can go downstairs and drink it." "Do you ever think about anything but coffee?" Scott asked blearily. "Sometimes," Lauren said, and then smiled softly. "Listen, Scott, I want to thank you for what you did last night. It meant a lot to me. To both of us." "I can't believe you talked me into it at all," Scott said. "You're completely crazy, do you know that? And now I find out, like mother like daughter." "In more ways than one, I'll bet," Lauren said with a sly grin. "Did you do any comparisons in your mind?" "Lauren--" "I'll bet you did. I'll bet you had a whole checklist and were marking things off..." He laughed. "Shut up." She rolled over on top of him, straddling him, and he put his hands on her bare thighs. "So, are you okay with this? Did it weird you out?" He gave her a skeptical look. "What do you think? Why would it possibly weird me out?" "No need to be sarcastic. I just really want to know if you're okay with this." Scott sighed. "Lauren, you're beautiful, Amy's beautiful, you both seemed to know what you were doing, so... I can hardly complain. I might have even enjoyed it a little," he finished, deadpan. Lauren smirked. "I know for a fact you did. I heard what the two of you got up to last night after you thought I was asleep." "You heard that?" Scott asked, his eyes wide. She nodded. "It sounded like you had a good time." "Yeah, so, one more thing in common, neither of you let me get any sleep," Scott said. "You know, what makes you think this insane scheme of yours is going to work, anyway?" "What scheme?" "Keeping Amy from having sex with Ian by..." Scott shrugged. "Well, you know what." "You can do it, but you can't say it," Lauren teased. "Shut up, Lauren. Anyway, what's going to keep Ian from wanting to have sex with Amy? He's technically still a teenager, you know. So is she." "I don't know," Lauren said with a shrug, trying to dismiss the sudden discomfort she felt. What she was doing was, by any measure, deeply dishonest, even if she had good intentions. "Don't worry. I can take care of Ian. I'm sure I'll think of something." "Yeah, well, just don't call me if you need any help with that. My good will only goes so far." Lauren giggled. "Rest easy. Now, on to more interesting things." She climbed on top of him, pressing her naked body against his. "Now that I have you all to myself, what am I going to do with you?" Scott smiled. "I'm sure you'll think of something." * * * Downstairs, Amy poured coffee for three into cups. She had put on her white blouse, half-buttoned, and nothing else. The chill air of the morning made her shiver a bit, and she looked across the quiet, empty room. She thought of the previous night, and how she'd tried to convince Scott to have sex with her right there at the kitchen table. Despite the strange, thrilling events of the previous night, she was glad that things had gone differently. She took a moment to sip her coffee, wrapping her hands around the cup to warm them. She thought with some amusement that she now had a first-time story she doubted she could tell many people. She might be able to tell her best friend Sadie -- who probably wouldn't believe her -- but having your first time with your mother's boyfriend, with your mother present, was not something many people would understand. Ian certainly wouldn't. The thought sobered her momentarily -- she had been certain for the longest time that Ian would be her first, but now that was an impossibility. The thought generated less regret than she had thought it might. She liked Ian, maybe even loved him a little, but he had been cruel and insensitive to her, and Scott had been as gentle and considerate a first lover as she could possibly have asked for. As for her mother being there -- well, that was both exhilirating and comforting; the thrilling taboo and the easy familiarity at the same time. Perhaps the most arousing and confusing thing of all was that despite her nervousness, Amy had loved having her mother's hands on her -- enjoyed seeing her naked body, wanted more of her touch. She recalled the kiss they'd shared when she'd orgasmed, and her heart sped up a little at the thought. She knew it was wrong, but at the same time, she'd enjoyed it. She wondered if Lauren had enjoyed it too, and a slow curiosity began to burn in her. Could she go further? Would her mother want to go further? How far could they go? The thought opened up strange, breathtaking possibilities in her mind, and she smiled into her coffee. Amy had the feeling she was at the beginning of some great adventure. * * * Amy padded upstairs, carrying three coffee cups awkwardly. She'd left the door to Scott's upstairs bedroom open, and when she approached, she heard murmurs and stirring within. She put her back against the door and slowly pushed it open with her body, careful not to spill. Scott and Lauren were in bed, making love. Lauren was on top of Scott, her hands on his chest, rhythmically rocking back and forth. The sun streamed in through the window, throwing dappled light across their bodies. Lauren saw Amy and started, giving a soft yelp. "Amy! We thought you left." "I went to get coffee," Amy said, and held up the cups. "See? Coffee." "Oh, you're amazing," Lauren said. Scott responded to her diverted attention by thrusting up inside her, and Lauren quivered and gave a soft moan. "Scott, you're getting between me and my coffee..." she sighed. "I think you'll live," Scott said. "He's right, coffee can wait," Amy said, setting the cups down on the nightstand. She eased onto the bed, watching the two of them, drawing her legs up underneath her. "I don't think I like the idea of you two taking sides against me," Lauren said. "Too bad," Scott said with a grin. "You started this, remember?" Lauren bit her lip as Scott thrust into her from underneath, her eyes closed. They took their time, moving slowly, Scott's hands gripping Lauren's slim hips. As time passed Lauren relaxed and became more vocal, her moans getting louder. Amy watched indulgently, slowly undoing the buttons of her blouse, finally shrugging it off altogether as the room grew warmer. Soon, both Scott and Lauren were covered in sweat, Lauren's dark, damp hair falling into her eyes. Amy grew more and more aroused, and then realized that she had begun idly touching herself as she watched. Neither of them had seemed to notice, both lost in their own lovemaking. Finally, Amy could resist no longer, and rose up on her knees, sidling close to her mother. "Amy--" Lauren leaned back, her fingers interlaced with Scott's. As she rose, Amy leaned in and kissed her full on the mouth, her tongue exploring hesitantly. Lauren drew back a little at first, her eyes opening. Amy met her gaze and saw uncertainty and excitement in equal measures. "Is this ok?" she asked. Lauren hesitated, then nodded, breathing hard. "Sure," she said with a little smile. Amy responded by kissing her passionately, her hands beginning to explore Lauren's body: bare shoulders, back, stomach, the soft curve of her hips. Lauren threw one arm around Amy's shoulders, the other still gripping Scott's hand. Scott watched from his supine position on the bed, wide-eyed. Amy planted kisses on Lauren's mouth, cheek, down her neck, then down to her breasts. Lauren shivered when Amy arrived there, and a nervous, sighing moan. Amy took what she had learned the night before and applied it here, first flicking her tongue across Lauren's nipple, circling slowly, then taking it in her mouth. "Oh my god," Lauren gasped. "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my g--" Lauren twitched, her body stiffening, and Amy knew that she had just orgasmed. Amy rose up and met her with another kiss, and Lauren almost sobbed with pleasure and happiness as their lips met. They touched foreheads, lips close together, and Lauren smiled. "Your turn?" she asked breathlessly. "Okay," Amy said. They both looked down to where Scott lay, covered in sweat. He had been watching them both rather raptly. "Did you like watching that?" Lauren said. Scott only nodded, apparently having no words to describe the situation. Lauren rolled off of Scott, and Amy watched with some fascination as Scott's cock slipped out of her. Her mother collapsed to the bed onto her back, breathless, writhing happily. "Oh yes," Scott said with a smile. Amy caught her tongue between her teeth and grinned. "Is it my turn?" she asked. "Of course," Scott said. "How do you, uh..." He winced. Poor Scott, Amy thought. Always in over his head, it seemed. She imagined this experience had to be profoundly surreal for him -- it certainly was for her. "I've got an idea," Lauren said. "Scott, let me lay there." "Here?" Scott asked. Lauren nodded. Scott obliged her, sitting up and moving off the bed. Lauren rolled over and lay on her back, then beckoned to Amy. Amy approached, crawling toward Lauren on all fours, until she was straddling her much as Lauren had been straddling Scott moments ago. Lauren looked up at her daughter, reaching up to stroke her hips, her stomach. Amy's heart pounded, and she felt her wrists quivering with tension. She was nervous. Wasn't this what she'd wanted? "Kiss me," Lauren said. Amy leaned down, stretching her body across Lauren's, and met her lips. Lauren cupped Amy's breasts in her hands, and the sensation of it sent a shivering thrill through Amy's body. She moaned and responded in kind, caressing her mother's breasts as their tongues twined. Lost in the moment, she felt rough hands on her hips -- Scott. She started to look around behind her, but Lauren put her hand on the back of her head and held her, gently but firmly, kissing her. Amy felt Scott's cock nudge against her from behind, then slowly begin to slip into her. She stiffened and gasped as he penetrated her. An agonized moan escaped her, muffled as she breathed into Lauren's mouth. Amy quivered as Scott began to thrust into her from behind, grunting under his breath. She felt his rough hands grasping her tightly, her entire body responding when he penetrated her fully. She pulled away from the kiss to catch her breath, hearing her own helpless, high-pitched moans. Beneath her, Lauren scooted down, and a moment later Amy felt Lauren's tongue on her nipple, adding another layer of pleasure. She gasped her approval as Lauren closed her mouth around Amy's breast and sucked. The minutes stretched out into a delerium of pleasure. Scott's pace began to pick up, and Amy knew from the ragged sound of his breath that he was close. Lauren suddenly grasped Amy's wrists tightly, holding her in place, and then Scott's hand clasped around her shoulder. The feeling of being restrained sent a fresh thrill through her. "Yes," she gasped. "Oh, Scott. Harder, please--" Scott slammed into her, and she all but screamed as she orgasmed, her body tingling. Scott thrust hard, again and again, and Amy felt herself come a second time, then a third, black spots swimming in her vision. She felt her mother's hands cradling her face, her mother's lips touching hers. A moment later, Scott withdrew, and she felt a hot wetness across her back as he came. The strength went out of her arms, and she collapsed on top of Lauren. She lay there, chest heaving, her cheek against her mother's breast. "Oh my God," she said. "I'll get a towel," she heard Scott say. "Don't," she gasped. "Leave it." She lay there, head against Lauren's breast, feeling the wetness trickle down her sides and back. She gave a contented sigh as Lauren stroked her hair and kissed the top of her head. Similarly exhausted, Scott collapsed next to them. Amy opened her eyes long enough to smile at Scott. "That was incredible," she said, and reached for his hand. He took it, smiling. The three of them lay there, spent, the only sound that of their breath in the stillness of the morning. * * * * * * "Hi, Ian." Ian looked up from where he stood stocking shelves in the vegetable aisle of Duncan's Market. It was a mild summer evening, and the tiny local store neared closing time. Duncan himself had long since gone home, leaving Ian to simultaneously stock and check -- not a difficult task, given the small number of customers in the store at this hour. Lauren stood in front of him, smiling. Her straight brown hair was held back with a black headband, and she wore a long, thin black coat, belted around the waist and cinched tight. She had a basket full of groceries hooked on one arm. The shelves of the market were high and narrow, and the two of them were isolated from the few people left in the store. Ian looked over the basket. "Marshmallows, graham crackers, ravioli..." "The breakfast of champions," Lauren said. "It's nighttime." "Yeah, but I slept in." "That's a long night's sleep." "So," Lauren said, changing the subject. "When do you close?" Ian looked at the clock, then back at her, somewhat dubiously. "About ten minutes." "What are you doing after you close?" "Counting the till." "And after that?" "Mopping the floors." "What about after that?" Ian laughed. "Nothing too interesting." "You're wrong about that," Lauren said, putting her basket down. She undid her belt and opened her coat. She wore black stockings and garters underneath, and nothing else. Ian caught a glimpse of bare stomach, bare breasts, and the dark patch of her pubic hair before she snapped it closed again and reaffixed the belts. "Jesus Christ!" Ian whirled to look behind him. There were three people in the market, but none of them had seen. When he looked back, Lauren was grinning from ear to ear. "What the hell are you doing?" he asked, wide-eyed, and put his hands on her shoulders. "Are you crazy?" "I am crazy," Lauren chirped, and pointed over his shoulder. "You've got a customer." Ian looked to the front of the market, where Sadie, Amy's best friend, stood with her basket on the checkout counter, trying to look patient. "I'll be back," Ian said. "Do not do anything. Don't... just..." "I'll be here," Lauren chirped. "Well, actually over there, near the candy bars. Vegetables make me nervous." "Hi, Sadie," Ian said as he took his place behind the till. Sadie pushed her glasses up on her nose, a basket full of vegetables in her hands. Sadie was short, pale, and slender, with dark honey-blonde hair that ended just past her shoulders and thin, square-framed glasses. "Hi, Ian. Are you all right? You look a little pale." "Just... a long day," Ian said with a nervous smile, a tiny quaver in his voice. "I'll bet. So have you talked to Amy lately?" "Uh, not for a couple of days. Why?" "Oh, no reason. She's just acting... chipper." "Chipper?" Ian asked. "Yeah. I mean, she's always pretty upbeat, it's not like she's usually moping around the house listening to the Smiths or something, but..." As Sadie babbled, Ian looked over her shoulder to where Lauren browsed the candy. She caught his gaze, made as if to undo the belt of her coat again. He opened the register drawer with a bang and shoved a handful of coins into Sadie's hand. "Here's your change thank you for shopping at Duncan's Market next please!" Sadie took her goods and left, looking at him quizzically. Lauren wandered around the aisles, putting random items into her basket, while Ian checked out the last of the customers. Ian checked everyone out as quickly as courtesy allowed, then fumbled with his keys, locking the door and turning down the shades. When he was finished, he turned around with a tense sigh, to find Lauren standing in front of him. "I think that was the fastest Duncan's has ever been closed," she said. "Except for last year during the fire scare, do you remember that?" She put down the overflowing basket by her feet. "Unfortunately," Ian said. "Look, Lauren, Duncan often comes back to double-check things when I close, so I'm not sure..." Lauren's eyes took on a wicked gleam. "Oh, so you mean there's a chance we'll be caught. That's even better." She stepped close to him, close enough that he could smell her perfume, and began walking her fingers down his chest. Ian swallowed. "You want to do this here?" "Don't you?" "I... never really thought about it." "Oh, Ian, I'm insulted. You're a teenager, we both know that's a total lie. You have totally thought about it." She began undoing his belt, her lips inches from his. "Okay, maybe I have --" "With me?" she asked. "Uh." "With Amy?" Ian shook his head. "I don't--" "With me and Amy?" "Oh, God!" She laughed. "Don't be so nervous, Ian, I'm not going to tell anybody." Lauren grinned enthusiastically, undoing the snap of his jeans. "I told you before, this will be our little secret for as long as you want." "Unless we get caught," Ian said. Lauren paused in the act of lowering Ian's zipper. "Don't be so jumpy. Where's your sense of youthful rebellion? What would Duncan say, anyway? He'd probably point out the lubricant in aisle two. Anyway, you need to stop changing the subject." She pulled his cock out of his jeans, squeezing it lightly, and Ian moaned helplessly, his back against the door. She leaned in close to him, kissing him on the lips. "Now," she said. "Tell me what you want, Ian." She stroked him gently with the tips of her fingers, the tips of their noses almost touching. Ian's breath had already quickened, but he remained silent. "You can have anything you want," she said. "I'll do anything you want me to do. But you have to tell me." Ian stood there a moment, as if paralyzed. He double-checked the lock on the door, as if to reassure himself. Then he put both hands on her shoulders and pushed her back. Lauren's face fell for a moment, and she stood there uncertainly. "Take off your coat," Ian said. Lauren's smile returned, and she undid the buckle of her coat, running one finger down the crease, showing a vertical line of pale flesh. When she'd opened it all the way, she let it drop off her shoulders and crumple to the floor. Ian stared at her, swallowing hard, then stepped forward slowly. His eyes hadn't deceived him the first time around -- she really was wearing nothing but stockings and heels. He kissed Lauren hesitantly, putting his hands on her waist. Lauren murmured with approval and opened her mouth, and their tongues entwined, Ian kissing cautiously but with slowly rising passion. It took him several moments to put his hands on her breasts, but when he did, Lauren gave a happy sigh and pulled him closer to her, lifting one leg and reaching down to grasp his cock again. Within moments, Ian had her back against the shelving, the rhythm of their motion sending products jostling and bouncing to the floor. We Do Everything Together Ch. 02 "God, you're so beautiful," Ian said when their lips finally parted, and began kissing the hollow of her throat, the junction of her neck and shoulder, the soft flesh of her upper chest. As he explored her body, Lauren gripped his cock in her hand, pulling and squeezing by turns, until he began to shudder and pulled away. "What's wrong?" she asked. "Nothing, I just..." Ian's face was flushed. "You have to stop, or I'm going to..." "Oh," Lauren said, and then her eyes widened. "Oh!" "I'm sorry... " Ian said, clearly embarrassed. "Oh, Ian, sweetie... believe me, that's nothing to be sorry about." She put a hand on the back of his neck, stroking the short downy hairs there. "I'm here for you, Ian. You can come whenever you want... and wherever you want." She leaned in and kissed his ear, sucking his earlobe between her teeth, and whispered into his ear. "You just have to tell me... what you want." Ian looked at her for a long time, flummoxed. "You," he managed at last, and Lauren grinned. Their lips met again, and Lauren slowly sank back, gently tugging at him until he picked up the cues and pushed her to the floor. As her back touched the floor, she gave a quiet, high-pitched squeak. "What is it?" Ian asked. "Cold," she said through a tooth-clenched smile. "Very cold..." "Do you want your coat?" he asked. "No, it's okay." Lauren pulled him down to her and kissed him fiercely before he could fawn over her any more. She wrapped her thighs around him, ankles crossed behind his back. Her nipples were hard, sticking straight up, pale and pink. "Do you want me to take my clothes off?" Ian asked. She shook her head with a grin. "No, leave them on. You can pretend you're punishing me for shoplifting." Ian looked almost exasperated. "Could you not joke around about this?" "Who's joking?" Lauren said lifting her eyebrows. "I've got three cans of jalapenos in those coat pockets." Ian hung his head. "Lauren--" "Okay, I'm sorry. Ian?" "Yeah?" "Are you ready?" He nodded. "Yeah." Lauren smiled and reached down between them, taking a hold of his cock. Slowly, she guided him into her, her other hand on his lower back, pulling him towards her. She gasped as he entered her, biting her lip. Ian groaned and began to thrust almost instantly, hesitantly at first, but then he picked up speed and confidence. He lowered his head to her breasts, kissing them at first, then taking her left nipple between his lips, then between his teeth, and Lauren moaned out loud. Ian began to thrust harder, Lauren's legs locked around the small of his back, his hands gently pinning her wrists to the cold floor. Lauren gasped happily. "Oh my god, Ian, have you been taking classes or something?" When Ian came only a few minutes later, Lauren wasn't surprised. She heard the quavering note in his voice, felt his body shudder, and he gave a helpless moan as he came inside her. She watched his face, putting her hands on his arms. When he opened his eyes and looked at her, she smiled. "Hi," she said. "So, what's your name?" "Lauren, I'm --" Her smile turned skeptical. "Please don't say you're sorry, Ian. It's totally okay. It's practically supposed to happen." "Really?" He looked so innocent that for a moment Lauren almost giggled. Thankfully, she repressed it. "Really," she said, and kissed him. "Now, do you want me to tell you the fun part about being eighteen?" "What's that?" "You can do it again almost right away." Expertly, she rolled over until Ian was on his back, and his cock slipped out of her. He was already going soft, but when Lauren kneeled over him and took his cock in her mouth, he was soon erect again. She tended to him gently until he was nearly ready to burst again, then slowed, then brought him near to orgasm a second time. When she sensed he was near to begging, she climbed on top of him and he entered her from underneath. This time, Ian lasted much longer, and after a time Lauren had two shivering orgasms, one right after the other, moaning under her breath. Ian sat up and pulled her close to him, their chests pressed together, then put both hands on her ass and pulled her into him, penetrating her deeply, unexpectedly. "Oh! Oh, Ian, sweetie..." He buried her face in her neck as he thrust inside her, his voice muffled as he began to outright fuck her from underneath. When his gasps began to reach a fever pitch, Lauren felt herself spiraling towards a third orgasm. Her breath caught in her throat, and when she felt him come inside her again, she felt herself go as well, and gave a strangled moan of joy, her eyes squeezed shut. They collapsed into each other, his lips pressed against her shoulder. He held her tightly, gasping for breath. "God, Ian..." she said breathlessly. "You learn really quickly." Ian laughed nervously, stroking her hair. "What do you want to do now?" he asked quietly. Lauren thought for a moment, still catching her breath. "Breakfast?" "It's nighttime." She sighed. "You still have so much to learn." * * * Two days later, as Scott prepared to open the body shop for the day's business, he heard a furtive knock at the office door. He grabbed his keys and went to the door to find Amy peeking through the shades. With a sigh, he undid the bolt and opened it to let her in. "Amy," he said as he opened the door. "I'm not putting coffee on for another forty-five minutes, you know." "Hi, Scott," Amy said. "I'm not here for the coffee." "That's a switch." He let her in, closing and locking the door behind her. "So to what do I owe the pleasure?" He walked back behind his desk and sat down in the leather office chair. Amy shrugged off her coat, putting it on the back of one of the other chairs. She wore a tight pink low-cut shirt and blue jeans. As Scott leaned back in the chair, she stood in place, fidgeting, pulling the sleeves of her shirt over her hands to warm them. "So, um, the other night," she began. "Uh-huh," Scott said, pretending to be interested in his desk calendar for a moment. He'd suspected this awkward moment was coming, but had been hoping it wouldn't. "I just wanted to say thanks. Again. Thanks for... well... I really liked it. If that's not weird to say. I hope it's not weird. Because if it were weird, that would be... weird." Scott gave one of his half-smiles. "Amy, what could possibly be weird about this whole scenario?" Amy shrugged and smiled. "You make a good point." "Amy, I had a great time with you the other night -- I, uh... I really don't know what to say. I was happy to help." Amy giggled. "It really is weird, isn't it?" Scott smiled. "Yeah, it's pretty weird." Amy walked around the end of the desk to stand next to him. She leaned against the desk, tilting her hips at him. "Is it okay if I give you hug?" Scott smiled and stood up. "Of course." Amy hugged him tightly, pressing her face against his chest. When they separated, she stood up on her tiptoes and kissed him on the lips. Scott put his hands on her shoulders, but didn't push her away. She looked up into his eyes. "Okay, now I have to ask something weird," she said. "Go ahead." "I was wondering -- would you let me do something?" Scott tilted his head, suspicious. "What exactly is it you want to do?" Amy grinned. "Something we did the other night." Scott winced. "Amy, I'm not really sure that's such a good idea. Lauren--" "She doesn't need to know," Amy said. "I just... I keep thinking back to that night. I can't stop thinking about it. I want you... in my mouth again." "Amy, I don't think Lauren--" "You don't have to do anything," Amy said, cutting him off. She knelt down in front of him, putting her hands on his thighs. "I promise. Just one more time, please?" She looked up at him, her blue eyes wide, and then pulled her shirt over her head, revealing a powder-blue bra. Scott looked flummoxed and ran a hand through his hair. "You want to do it right here?" "No one's going to see. The shades are closed. Your door's locked." Amy fumbled with his zipper a bit, then pulled it down. Scott looked down at her, then at the door, then down at her again. "I..." Scott, as usual, had nothing to say. When Amy pulled his cock out of his jeans, he was already erect. She smiled when she saw it, and took it in her small fist, squeezing. "Oh, my," she said, and bit her lip. She reached behind her back and undid the clasp of her bra, shrugging it off and placing it on the floor. Scott noted once again how similar her body was to Lauren's -- slimmer and a touch less curvy, perhaps, but otherwise nearly identical. She took him in her hand again and gingerly kissed the tip of his cock. "Amy, you--" what might have been Scott's protest turned into a moan as Amy flicked her tongue down the shaft of his cock. Her hair brushed against his belly, and he put a hand on her head, gently, stroking her hair a bit. Amy looked up at him. She bit her lip, then opened her mouth, took a deep breath, and swallowed him down. Scott drew in his breath sharply, taking his cock in his hand to guide it more effectively into her mouth. Amy murmured as his cock nudged the back of her throat, and she withdrew with a tiny cough. "Sorry," Scott said. Amy shook her head. "It's okay. I'm just not used to it..." She grinned at him and took him in her mouth again. This time, she didn't choke, and as she sucked on him, Scott put his hand on the back of her head, pulling her forward a little more each time. Amy squeezed his cock with her small fist, her fingers barely fitting around him. Despite his reluctance, Scott didn't last very long. Within a few minutes, Scott began to groan audibly, his fingers twisting in Amy's hair. Suddenly, he pulled his cock out of her mouth with an audible pop. Amy looked up at him, surprised. "You have to stop," Scott said. "I'm going to... finish." "I know that," Amy said with a smile. "I want you to." "Do you want me to --" "In my mouth," Amy said, breathless. "On my face. I want you to make me messy, Scott." Scott's mouth dropped open on hearing this. "Amy!" he exclaimed in disbelief, but didn't have time for more. Amy leaned forward and resumed sucking him with abandon, murmuring under her breath. Scott came almost instantly, groaning as he spasmed into Amy's mouth. She stiffened, trying to swallow, but coughed violently instead, eyes squeezed shut, come sluicing down her chin. Not finished yet, Scott held her head in place as he released two more spurts, white globs splattering against her cheek and neck. She sputtered. "Oh wow," Amy said as she leaned back and looked down at herself. Her hand, wrist, chin, neck and chest were gooey with come. Scott winced. "I tried to warn you..." He looked around for a towel, found none, and snatched up a handful of paper napkins instead. He handed them to her and she began to daub herself off with a giggle. "It's all right. I'm just not used to it, that's all. You made such a mess of me..." "It is what you asked for," Scott said. He zipped himself up and sat down, looking at her now-glistening body as she cleaned herself off. "Very much," Amy said, wiping herself dry. She looked up at him, and saw that his face was drawn. "What's wrong?" "I just don't feel right, doing this without your mother knowing. I mean, what happened the other night... she was there, and that was strange enough, but this..." Amy rose to her feet, still topless, and stepped close to him. "It was my mom's idea for you to be my first, Scott. Not mine. And I know that she did it to keep me away from Ian." "She didn't--" "It's okay, Scott. I'm not stupid. I know she just wants what's best for me. But I'm not a kid anymore. Especially not after last night." She leaned down and kissed him gently. "I can do what I want," she said. "And what my mother doesn't know won't hurt her." "I doubt she would agree with you on that point," Scott said, tucking his shirt in. She shrugged bare shoulders. "Do you want me to tell her? Ask her permission every time like I'm still a kid? She set this up, remember?" He frowned. "I don't know. But, it was just this one time, right?" he said. "I mean, it's done after this." Amy only grinned at him, and leaned back against the desk again, turning her bare chest toward him. "I don't know," she said. "Do you want it to be?" Scott ran a hand over his face. What had he gotten himself into? We Do Everything Together Ch. 03 Later that morning, when Amy came home from Scott's shop, Lauren was waiting with lunch. "Hi, Mom," Amy said, dropping her pack by her bedroom door. "Hi, sweetie." Lauren gave her daughter an affectionate hug and a kiss on the cheek -- then, impulsively, gave her another kiss on the lips. Amy returned it appreciatively and smiled, enjoying their newfound closeness. "Hungry?" Lauren asked. "Yeah," Amy said, and sat down to eat. Lauren poured herself some coffee and joined her at the table. "So, I was thinking," Lauren said. "Do you want to do something tomorrow night?" "What did you have in mind?" Lauren picked apart her sandwich contemplatively. "Well, we could do a movie. We could do pizza and a movie. We could do pizza. We could invite Scott over and do him." Amy stole a sip of her mother's coffee and grinned. "I'm a grown woman now, Mom, you can't control my sex life like this." Lauren smiled -- but Amy's tone didn't sound entirely joking. "Do you want to talk about what happened?" she asked. Amy seemed surprisingly nonplussed. "What do you mean?" Lauren brushed her hair back behind her ears. "I mean... it's a little unusual, you have to admit." "Yeah, but it's like you said, Mom, we do everything together. I didn't mind sharing that with you. And Scott was so sweet and gentle. Kind of like I knew he would be." "Is that why you went to him behind my back that night, after your fight with Ian?" Lauren said, and instantly regretted it. The temperature in the room seemed to drop twenty degrees. Amy put her sandwich back on her plate. "I was confused," Amy said. "I didn't know what to do. Ian and I had this huge fight and... I just wasn't thinking straight." She got up and walked to the coffee machine, retrieved a cup and began pouring hastily. "You know you can always come to me, right, Amy?" Lauren asked. "I don't want you to feel like you can't trust me. And I don't want to feel like I can't trust you. I mean... Scott?" Amy banged her coffee cup down on the table, harder than she'd intended. "What do you mean, Scott? You went along with the idea, Mom. In fact, you came up and said to me that it was okay." "It was okay, but going behind my back wasn't okay," Lauren said, her voice rising. "I mean, think of the position you'd have put Scott in if you two had started... sleeping around behind my back. Never mind if the town found out about it. Oh, God, I don't even want to think about that." Amy spooned sugar into her coffee. "Well, I don't know why you're making such a big deal out of this," she said. "It all worked out. Okay, so I made a mistake not telling you ahead of time, but I would have told you." Silence fell for a few moments. Finally, Lauren nodded. "Well, okay," she said. "I'm sorry if I got short with you. I just want things to go smoothly for you, Amy. You go to college this fall, and that's a big deal." "I know it's a big deal, Mom. And I appreciate that you're looking out for me. But I've got things handled. Okay?" "Okay." Amy stirred her coffee silently for a moment. Then: "I have a date tomorrow night." Lauren looked up. "With who?" "Ian." Lauren grimaced. "Sweetie, I don't know if that's such a good idea." "Why not?" "I mean, with everything going on... you and Ian and Scott..." "Mom, Scott and I just had sex, he's not my boyfriend now." Lauren covered her face with her hands. "Oh, God, that sounds so weird for you to say." "Mom--" "Look... I just thought that maybe you getting together with Scott would, I don't know, get it out of your system, so you could concentrate on getting ready for college. Ian is just going to complicate things--" "Get it out of my system?" Amy said. "What, like I'm going to have sex once and then never want to have it again? Is that what you thought would happen?" "No!" Lauren spread her hands in a wait-stop motion. "Not ever again, maybe just until you graduate from college." Amy rose from the table. "You can't be serious." "I'm just trying to help--" "I don't NEED your help!" Amy said, more forcefully than she'd meant to. Lauren blanched, mouth gaping, and Amy instantly felt sorry. She opened her mouth to apologize, but something else came out instead. "Mom, I've been good for eighteen years. I've done everything you asked me to do. You wanted me to get good grades, I did it. You wanted me to go to prep school, I did it. I'm tired of being perfect and good all the time. And I am going out on a date with Ian. Not to fuck his brains out. Not to get pregnant and ruin my life. I am going on a date, just like we did before we both decided that I was going to fuck your boyfriend!" "Amy, I didn't mean--" "I have to go meet Sadie." Amy left her coffee cup full, picked up her pack, and stormed out. As the front door slammed shut with a bang, Lauren put her head in her hands. "Goddammit," she whispered to the empty kitchen. * * * "Oh my God," Sadie said. "How did things get so complicated?" "I don't know," Amy said. The two of them sat cross-legged on Sadie's bed, yellow sunshine streaming in through the window. Sadie was still in her pajamas, dark blond hair falling loose around her shoulders. Amy had just finished telling Sadie everything, from the evening with Ian up through her fight with her mother. "That's just unbelievable. I'd say that it sounds like something that would happen in the movies, but I don't think I've seen that in any movies. Or on TV. Or even heard of it." "I know," Amy said. "It seemed like such a good idea at the time." "Are things weird now? Between you and Scott?" "Not really. Scott has always been kind of like a father..." Amy paused, then snapped her mouth shut. They both giggled. "Okay," Amy admitted. "That doesn't sound right." "No," said Sadie, and blushed a little. "But it wasn't weird. I know it should have been, but it wasn't. I like Scott, and I know he cares about me, and I trust him. But I don't feel that way about him. And I know he doesn't feel that way about me, so I know he'll never get jealous." "Unlike Ian, who'd get jealous of a parakeet if it looked at you the wrong way," Sadie said. "Speaking of which, are you going to tell him?" "God no," Amy said. "He would lose his mind. I'm swearing you to secrecy." "Oh, my lips are sealed," Sadie said, drawing her fingers across her full lips. "Who would I tell anyway? Mum's the word, I promise." "Good." Sadie bit her lip, thinking. "So... what was it like?" "What?" Amy asked. "Having sex with Scott. Did it hurt?" "No. Well, maybe a little bit at first, but not in a bad way. He went very slow and gentle." "So did you do anything else?" Amy looked at her. "Like what?" "I don't know, Amy. I'm the one who's still a virgin, remember? You tell me what. Did you kiss him?" "Yes." "With tongue?" Amy laughed. "Yes. It was nice." "With your mom there watching? That must have been so David Lynch." Amy shrugged. Sadie scooted forward on the bed, closer to Amy. "So did you do anything else?" "Well..." Amy blushed a bit. "I did go down on him." Sadie looked puzzled. "You mean called him names?" Amy facepalmed. Sadie was sweet, but so clueless sometimes. "No, I mean I... um..." "What?" "Well... I put his penis in my mouth. Jesus, Sadie. Have you heard of this thing called the Internet?" Sadie gasped, putting both hands over her mouth and making a muffled sound. "What?" Amy asked. "You didn't!" "I did. Twice." Sadie was aghast. "In the same night?" "No, once the other night and once this morning." Amy blushed some more. "Oh my God! What was it like?" Amy shrugged. "I don't know. It's just... nice. He liked it a lot. You have to be careful not to choke... because he's really big." "How big?" Sadie asked. Amy made a circle with her thumb and forefinger, the two fingers not quite touching, and Sadie gasped again. "And about this long," Amy said, holding her hands apart. "And that went inside you?" Sadie asked. "Yup." "So what happens when he, um..." Sadie made a vague exploding gesture with her hands, grimacing. Amy grinned. "Oh yeah, that. Umm... it's very warm. And sticky. And it goes all over. And... wait a minute, how do you know about that part?" "My cousin snuck a peek at a sex-ed book once in the library. She got as far as the word 'orgasm' and had a panic attack." "Well, you've come away a much more worldly woman," Amy said. Silence fell between them. Amy, who had been staring at the wall, turned to Sadie to find Sadie staring back at her. "What?" "What's it like to kiss a guy?" Sadie asked. "What? Didn't you and Eric ever... you never kissed?" Eric was Sadie's recent ex, ejected from the relationship for terminal cluelessness. "Eric never really seemed into it. He would start complaining about his allergies, or he'd rant about the Transformers movies until even I'd get bored and leave. " "Well..." Amy shrugged. "I don't really know what to tell you." "Will you show me?" Amy raised her eyebrows. "You want me to kiss you." "Sort of," Sadie said miserably. "I didn't realize how tired I was of waiting until we started talking about this." "You're sure." Sadie nodded. "Well," Amy said. "Okay." Smoothing her hair back over her shoulders, she leaned forward, her face close to Sadie's. She put her hand on Sadie's cheek, the lightest brush of her fingertips. Their lips touched, and Amy gently parted Sadie's lips with her tongue, deepening the kiss. Sadie murmured and responded, clumsily but eagerly, and their tongues twined for a moment. Finally, they parted. "There," Amy said. "Now you've been kissed." Sadie's eyes had a dreamy, faraway look in them. "I can see why you like it so much," she said. "God, I want to have sex." "Uh, Sadie..." Sadie giggled. "Not with you, Amy. I mean, we're friends and all, but no." "Okay," Amy laughed. Sadie paused, tilting her head as if deep in thought. "Do you think Scott would be willing to have sex with me?" Amy gasped, laughing. "Sadie!" she said. "I'm being serious. I work the front desk there three nights a week, I could wait until he closes. I could ask him." "I don't really think that's a good idea," Amy said. "For one thing, Scott might get suspicious that I told you what happened." "Oh yeah," Sadie said. "Well, I could make it really clear that it was my idea." "Surely he'll never see through that brilliant ruse." "But I'm so sick of waiting," Sadie said, frowning. Amy sighed. "Well, maybe I'll try to mention it to him. Subtly. Almost invisibly. See what he says." Sadie smiled broadly. "Oh, I love you, Amy," she said, and threw her arms around Amy in a hug. When they parted, Sadie looked as if she was about to lean in for another kiss, but hesitated. "So... show me something else?" Sadie said. Amy looked at her quizzically. "What do you mean?" "Show me something else from your night with Scott. I'm curious." Amy furrowed her brow, confused. "Like what?" "I don't know. Something... sexy." "Are you serious?" Sadie nodded. "Oh my god, you're a freak," Amy said. "Okay, lean back." Sadie leaned back into her pillows dutifully. Tightening her ponytail, Amy crawled over Sadie, parting Sadie's thighs with her body, until they were in something much like the missionary position. "So this is how we did it," Amy said. "He was on top of me like this, and..." she bucked her hips gently downward, her pelvis brushing against Sadie's. Sadie bit her lip, looking down at their clothed bodies, her hands up by her head like a surrendering prisoner. "So what did you do with your hands?" Sadie asked. "First of all, I didn't look like I was being mugged." Sadie glared. "Be nice." "Well..." Amy took Sadie's hands in hers. "I pushed them against his chest, like this." She placed Sadie's hands on her breasts through her shirt, holding them there. Sadie looked up at her, wide-eyed, breathing a bit heavily. Amy grinned, enjoying watching Sadie's arousal. "And then he would sometimes lean down to kiss me," Amy said, and leaned down to kiss Sadie again, with more tongue this time. Sadie murmured and responded, wrapping her legs around Amy's waist. Amy began to nudge Sadie rhythmically, gently. It felt silly, but at the same time Sadie seemed to be enjoying it. "What else?" Sadie asked breathlessly. She bit her lip, an unconsciously seductive gesture. "Show me something else..." Amy bit her lip, looking down at her best friend. "There's one other thing..." "Show me," Sadie gasped. Smiling, Amy reached down and put her hands under Sadie's pajama shirt, lifting and hiking it over her breasts, revealing a flat expanse of tummy. Sadie wore no bra underneath, and her breasts were firm and round, just slightly smaller than Amy's. Slowly, Amy lowered her mouth to Sadie's breast and kissed it gently, holding Sadie by the shoulders. She flicked her tongue around the nipple, and it became instantly hard. Amy felt Sadie tremble and heard her tiny moan as Sadie's back arched, her hips pushing hard into Amy's. "Oh Amy," Sadie whispered. "Amy, please..." Sadie gave a shuddering gasp as Amy sucked on her breast gently, drawing the nipple up between her teeth, nibbling softly. Sadie began to twist and writhe on the bed, moaning softly, her whole body trembling. "Sadie?!" Mrs. Morrow's voice called out from downstairs. Sadie gasped and turned white, yanking her pajama top down so fast she nearly clocked Amy in the head. They separated, Sadie returning to a cross-legged position faster than Amy would have thought possible. She fanned herself, flushed. "Yes, Mother?" she said, her voice perfectly composed. "Come down for lunch!" Mrs. Morrow commanded. "Oh my God," Sadie said, putting a hand to her chest. "I think I just had several heart attacks in a row." Amy giggled. "It's okay. You're not wearing lipstick, so no chance of incriminating smearage." Sadie grinned, then looked down at her knees, as if embarrassed. "I liked that." "Well, trust me, it'll be even better when you do it with Scott. I mean, if you do. He can do things that I definitely can't, trust me." "I'd better get dressed," Sadie said, and hopped off the bed. "And I'm going to go, before Mrs. Morrow makes me eat something profoundly disgusting, no offense." "None taken," Sadie said. She opened her drawers to look for clothes to wear, then turned back to Amy inquisitively. "Do you think you could talk to him tonight?" "Sadie!" "Sorry, just kidding, just kidding..." * * * Lauren didn't see much of Amy for the rest of that week. Work kept her busy during the day, and Amy scheduled study dates for the evenings after school. On the few occasions they did see each other, it was mostly passing one another in the hallway. A coldness had fallen between them that Lauren didn't like one bit, but she held her tongue and said nothing to alienate her daughter further. After all, she knew what that was like. "I'm going to go hang out with Sadie all day on Friday," Amy said one night over a dinner of pizza that neither of them really seemed to want. "Great," Lauren said, and nothing more was said about the matter. Lauren kept waiting for an opportunity to tell her daughter she was sorry, to make everything all right again. But she couldn't seem to find the words. Lauren didn't call Scott. She found she didn't have the words for him, either. Not yet. * * * Thursday morning came. Lauren slept in, covers pulled over her head, only to be awakened by the sound of a lawnmower. From her own back yard. Frowning, she got out of bed and padded to the window in her blue silk slip. She lifted the curtains a bit and looked out. Someone was down there, mowing her grass. "Who the hell is that?" Lauren said, and let the curtain fall. Yawning, she looked for some clothes, didn't find any readily available, and decided not to bother. It was her back yard. If they didn't like her showing up in her underwear, let them deal with it. * * * Lauren padded downstairs, through the kitchen and out the back door. It was late morning already and the sun was out. Shielding her eyes against the light, she squinted out into her back yard to see who it was who was mowing. It was her son, Rob. Dressed in a tee shirt and jeans, he pushed her mower around dutifully. Lauren stepped out into the grass in her bare feet, feeling the coolness of the morning dew on them. Excited, she waved him down, calling to him over the sound of the mower. Spying her, he turned the machine off and walked over. She grabbed him and hugged him hard. "Rob!" she said. "What are you doing here?" Lauren suddenly didn't feel quite as flippant about being dishabille as she had been a moment earlier. She crossed her arms over her breasts. He gestured toward the lawnmower. "Repairing your television," he said. "Although this mower is a terrible repair tool, all it does is cut grass." Lauren smirked. "Okay... I guess I had that one coming. Let's try again. When did you get in?" "This morning. I let myself in. You were sleeping, so I decided not to wake you up. I figured with me gone, you'd have a tendency to neglect your yard work. Which, from the look of things, is pretty on the money. It's like Apocalypse Now out here." "And running the lawnmower was part of your master plan not to wake me up?" He raised an eyebrow at her. "Okay, point. But that seems a little ungrateful, Mom." "Sorry," she said. "Do you want to take a break and come in?" "Sure." * * * They came inside to the kitchen, and Lauren poured coffee for the two of them. She considered going upstairs to put on a robe, but the summer morning was already warm and she decided against it. The damage, by this time, had been done, and she found her modesty around her children had dropped sharply in the last few days. "So why didn't you tell me you were coming home for summer break?" she asked. "I thought you were going to Orlando or something." "Yeah, I changed my mind at the last minute," he said with a grimace. "I decided I'd rather chill out at home, where there's not a lot of excitement." Lauren almost snorted her coffee. "I think you might have picked the wrong week to show up." He tilted his head. "Why?" Lauren smiled. "Never mind. Later. So, college clearly agrees with you. You're looking good." It wasn't an empty compliment. He had lost fat and built muscle since she'd seen him last, his biceps and shoulders well-defined underneath his shirt. She let her gaze linger for a little longer than she should have before she looked down at her coffee cup. Unfortunately, like her, Rob was not easily deterred. "No, wait a minute. What's going on? Is Amy in trouble?" "Oh, Amy's fine," Lauren said, swirling her coffee in her cup. "There's just been a little drama." "What kind of drama?" He leaned forward on his elbows, looking at her steadily. She grimaced. "I'm not sure you really want to know. It's a little... strange." A little strange was certainly not the word for it, but it was all she could think of at the moment. But what had happened was bound to come out. From the moment they'd sat down at the table, Lauren knew she couldn't keep what was going on from her son. The three of them had always been open and honest with each other, and trying to hide things now would only make a complicated situation worse. She hung her head, rubbing her temple. Why had Rob picked this week, of all times, to come back? When she looked up again, she found him looking back at her expectantly. "Okay. So it's a little strange. Go on." "It's a lot strange." "Okay, a lot strange. I'm properly braced for strange. Let her rip." Lauren bit her lip. "Are you sure you don't want to talk about something easy, like the Middle East or stem cell research or something?" We Do Everything Together Ch. 03 Rob sighed. "Mom." "Okay, I'm sorry. Um. I can't really do this delicately, so I'll just start at the beginning. You remember Amy's boyfriend, Ian?" "Sure." "Well, Ian came to my door one night, a few days ago, and told me that he and Amy had had a fight. Over them having sex." "They had sex?" "No. That's what the fight was about." "Okay." "And I really wanted Amy to avoid making the mistakes I made when I was her age. So I made a deal with Ian." Rob blinked slowly. "What kind of a deal?" "I kind of... had sex with him." Rob stared blankly at her for a moment, then tilted his coffee cup toward him and gazed into it, deadpan. "Do you have anything stronger than coffee?" he asked. "Bailey's? Glenlivet? Clorox?" "Don't be dramatic, Rob." "Don't be dramatic? You fucked Amy's boyfriend." "Well, to be fair, I only went down on him." "Oh, that makes everything okay then." Rob took a sip of coffee. "Then later, when he was at work, I fucked him." Rob swallowed quickly to avoid a spit-take and slammed his cup down on the table. "You what?" "There's more." "Is it more fucked up than this?" "Significantly." "Okay, I'm serious about that drink now." * * * Lauren fetched a bottle of vodka from the shelf, poured a pair of short glasses, and related the rest of the tale -- how Amy had gone to Scott, how Lauren had talked Scott into giving Amy her first time, how the three of them had been together that night, and the next morning. Rob left his drink until Lauren was finished, then, without saying a word, knocked it back in one go. "Okay," he said. "So, I leave town for awhile and everyone goes out of their minds." Lauren winced. "I know. I'm sorry you had to hear all this." "Technically, I didn't have to. You could have let me live in ignorance." "Would you have wanted that?" Instead of answering, Rob pushed the empty glass back at her with his fingers. She refilled it for him, and he killed that one too. "So, what now?" he asked. Lauren frowned. "What do you mean?" "I mean, okay, you fucked Ian to keep Amy from fucking Ian. Then Amy tried to fuck Scott, so you had her fuck Scott to keep her from fucking Ian. What exactly was your long-term plan again?" She winced. "I have poor impulse control," she said. "That's for sure." "It seemed like such a good idea at the time." "I'm sure it did. You know that Amy's probably going to see Scott again, right?" "She wouldn't do that." Rob rolled his eyes. "Please. All these years, and you never quite figured out how Amy thinks. You gave her permission to have sex with Scott. You never gave her that for Ian. She's going to fuck him every chance she gets." "She wouldn't go behind my back." "She absolutely would. And when you confront her with it, she'll hit you with the truth, which is that it was your idea." Lauren sighed and laid her head on the table for a moment. "I've really fucked up," she said. "Why weren't you here earlier? You could have saved me from all this." Rob laughed softly. "That's where you're wrong. I would have helped talk you into it just so I could watch the fireworks. But I might have encouraged you to come up with a stronger plan. Does Scott know about Ian?" "Yes. Wait. Yes." "Does Amy know about your deal with Ian?" "God, no." "Does Scott know that Amy doesn't know?" Lauren groaned and sat up again. "You're confusing me," she said. "I'm just saying, you need to cover all your bases. Do a little damage control." "How?" "I'm not sure yet," Rob said. "But I think I can help you. The first thing we need to do, I think, is get Ian and Amy broken up. He's the jealous type. He finds out about this, he'll lose his mind and cause a problem. Not to mention, if Amy finds out, she'll never trust you again." Lauren grimaced at the idea of breaking up her daughter's relationship -- although, she supposed, at this point she was already deep into interfering with Amy's life. "How are we going to break them up?" "Leave that to me," Rob said. "I'll take care of it." "Oh, thank you, sweetheart." She stood, walked around the table, and leaned down to give him a fierce hug. He smiled and returned it, then gently pushed her away and stood up to face her. "You saved my life," Lauren said, and took his hands. "Not yet, I haven't. Let's not get ahead of ourselves. But there's one more thing." "What's that?" "This isn't going to come for free. My help is going to cost you." "Okay," she said, puzzled. "What's it going to cost me, exactly? Dinner and a bottle of Glenlivet?" He gave her his familiar crooked smile. "Not quite," he said. "Then what?" Still smiling, Rob reached out and gingerly touched the strap of her slip and pulled it down, baring her shoulder. Her slip began to slide down her body, and she retrieved the strap hastily, wide-eyed. "Rob, what the hell are you doing?" He took a step toward her, and she backed up, only to feel her back touch the kitchen counter. He stepped close, putting his arms on either side of her. "What does it look like I'm doing?" "You can't be serious," she said, unable to get her voice above a whisper. "Why do you say that?" "Because it's..." "Please don't say it's wrong," he said. "Because you just finished telling me about what you did with Amy." "That's different." His face was only inches from hers now. She tried to back away further, but had nowhere to go. He brushed the strap of her slip off her shoulders again, and this time she didn't resist. He hooked his finger around the other strap and pulled it down, and then the entire garment slid to the floor with a soft whisper of silk, and she was naked in front of him. She whimpered a little and realized that she felt fear and arousal in equal measure, making her light-headed. "How is it different?" Rob asked, putting his hands on her waist. His hands were warm and rough. "I don't know," she whispered. "Because you're in charge? You're the one calling the shots, interfering in everyone else's life? Is that it?" He pressed himself closer, and she felt her nipples brush against the fabric of his shirt. She put her hands on his chest. "I didn't... didn't mean to..." "You never mean to, Mother," Rob said. "But that's what always ends up happening, isn't it? You just do what you think is best for everyone else, and if they don't like it, that's just too bad." "I'm not like that!" she said indignantly. Rob smiled gently and put a finger on her lips. "Hush. So here's how it's going to be, Mother. I'm going to take care of Ian for you. I'm going to help you set Amy straight. I'm going to unfuck this entire debacle for you, but there's one condition. For as long as I'm here, you're going to do exactly what I tell you, when I tell you. Understood?" She lifted her chin defiantly. "And what if I don't?" "Then I tell Amy you're fucking Ian, I tell Ian Scott's fucking Amy, I tell Scott... well, I'll figure something out. I might even make up something entertaining." Lauren's mouth dropped open in shock. "You wouldn't dare." "Oh, I so would." "Rob, why are you doing this to me?" "Don't think of it like that," Rob said. "Think of it as something I'm doing for you instead. It seems much nicer that way." She looked up at him, giving him her best pleading look; eyes wide, lips pouting. He laughed softly. "Or, I can just go about my business, pretending you didn't tell me any of this, and you can work it out yourself." He pushed away from her and went back to the table to sit down, leaving her naked, vulnerable, awkward. "I'm not going to make you do anything you don't want to." As she watched, he poured himself another cup of coffee and sipped, glancing over at her just long enough to take in the sight of her naked body. Lauren stood there for a moment, trying to unravel how this had all turned around on her so quickly. She had thought that Rob, of all people, would be understanding, maybe even sympathetic -- not that he'd turn on her and make her life even more complicated. Had something happened to him at college to turn him against her like this? Then she realized, nothing had happened. He was his mother's son. He was making her a deal, just like she'd made Ian a deal, just like she'd talked Scott into doing what she wanted. There was no coercion here. She could take it or leave it. But there was still the matter of what her son wanted from her. The look in his eyes made it plain enough what he desired, if not the fact that he'd literally stripped her down to nothing. She had already put a toe over that particular line with Amy, and had enjoyed it more than she cared to admit -- but crossing that same line with Rob seemed altogether different. Lauren took a deep breath. Like it or not, she needed him. "Okay," she said. Rob looked up from his coffee, eyebrows raised. "Hmm?" "Okay, Rob. I'll do whatever you want. If you help me fix this." He put his coffee down and turned in his chair to face her. She made a motion to cover herself up, but then realized there was no point. "Good," he said with a satisfied smile, then beckoned to her with one finger. "Come here." She padded over to him, naked, her arms wrapped around her abdomen. "Now get down on your knees," he said softly. "Right her in front of me." Lauren knelt on the kitchen floor, hissing a little as her knees touched the cold tiles. She folded her hands in her lap and looked up at him. Rob leaned forward and slipped his hand behind her neck. "Now say please." "Please," she said flatly. "Tsk," Rob said. "Like you mean it." Lauren drew a shaky breath, then gave him the most doe-eyed look she could muster. "Please?" she whimpered. She'd used this particular look and voice on Scott before, and it hadn't failed yet. Rob smiled. "Very nice," he said, and stroked her cheek with his hand, lightly brushing her lower lip with his thumb. Lauren's heart began to race in anticipation of what she suspected was about to happen. She was naked, kneeling in front of him, and there was little question what he wanted. He twisted his fingers in her hair, and she whimpered for real this time, her whole body stiffening. Then, unexpectedly, he let her go. "I think this is going to be fun," he said. "But I'm a little tired from all this lawn work. I think we should let the anticipation build up a little bit, don't you?" Then, without another word, he stood up, stepped around her, and left the room, leaving her kneeling there . Lauren sat in silence for a moment, blinking in astonishment, and then once again addressed the empty kitchen in disbelief and frustration. "God DAMN it!" * * * That night, Amy returned home late from her date with Ian. By the time she walked up the driveway, the lights in the house were already off, save for the dim yellow glow of the porch light. Amy put her key in the lock, let herself in, and went straight to her room. She changed out of the dress she'd been wearing and into a sleep shirt, letting her hair fall down around her shoulders. The date had not been spectacular. Ian had been distant and aloof, barely listening to anything she said, rebuffing her every attempt to show him affection. She just didn't understand it. Weren't guys supposed to be desperately trying to get into their girlfriends' pants at every possible opportunity? Why was Ian being so weird about it? As she picked up a book and flopped on the bed to do a little reading before sleep, she decided she no longer really cared. Let Ian be all weird and closed off and unemotional. Two could play that game. In fact, she could play the game a lot better than him. An idea began to form in Amy's head, and she grinned as it took fiendish shape. She grabbed her phone and dialed Scott's number. Just as it began to ring, there was a knock at the door. Amy slammed the phone shut. "Mom, I don't want to talk to you." The door creaked open, and Rob stuck his head through. "Hi, sis." "Oh my god," Amy said, and sprang up to meet him as he walked into her room. She threw her arms around his neck for a hug and kissed him on the cheek. "When did you get back?" "Just this morning," he said. "Sorry to bust in on you while you're getting ready to go to sleep." "No, it's okay," she said. "How long are you here for?" "At least a week. Possibly more. It depends." "That's great," she said. "Are you staying here?" "Yup. Mom gave me back my old room." Amy grinned and sat on the bed. "It's good to see you," she said. "It's been really crazy around here." "Yeah," Rob said with a grin. "Mom was telling me how crazy things have been." Amy felt her throat close a bit, but didn't let her smile falter. "Oh yeah? What did she tell you?" "Oh, nothing much," Rob said with a shrug. "Just that you've both been very busy. You and Ian still dating?" She rolled her eyes. "Barely. He's being a real ass." "I'm sorry to hear that," Rob said, although he didn't sound that sorry at all. "Are you two on the rocks." Amy shrugged, the collar her oversized shirt falling down to expose one glossy shoulder. "I don't really know. It's really pretty boring." "Well, I won't bore you anymore, then. I'll let you get some sleep. We need to hang out this week, I think. A lot." She grinned. "Sounds good to me." "Me, too," Rob said. "See you tomorrow, sis." "See you tomorrow," she said as he closed the door. * * * As soon as she heard Rob's footsteps on the stairs, she opened the phone and dialed Scott again. After three rings, he answered. "Hello?" "Hi, sweetie," she said. A long pause on the other end. "Amy?" "Damn. I was trying to sound like my mom." "You were close," Scott said. "What's up?" "I was wondering if you could meet me early tomorrow at your shop." "What for?" "You know what for," she said, putting a little purr in her voice. She could almost hear him wincing on the other side of the phone. Amy knew it was wrong to make Scott squirm like this, but she couldn't help it. It gave her a thrill. "Amy, I really don't think that's a good idea." "Come on," Amy said. "I can be your office assistant. I can break a vase or something and you can throw onto your desk and fuck me to teach me a lesson." "I don't have a vase." "I'm sure I can do something to jeopardize my imaginary job," she said. "And then you can tell me what I can do to keep it. Come on, it'll be fun." "Where did you come from?" Scott asked, incredulous. "You used to be such a sweet girl." "No, I wasn't," Amy told him. "I'm a very bad girl who never had good reason to misbehave before. Now, are you going to meet me or not?" Silence on the other side of the phone. She could see him in her imagination, weighing the odds, deciding whether or not his morals would allow him to fuck his girlfriend's daughter one more time. "I'll wear anything you want," she said. "Okay," he blurted. "But it has to be early. Sadie comes in at eight." "Eight? Sure. Be there at six-thirty. Gives us plenty of time." "Six-thirty in the morning?" he asked. "Don't be picky. I promise I'll make it worth your while." He sighed on the other end of the phone. "This is a really bad idea." "That's why you love it so much. See you tomorrow," she chirped, and ended the call. She waited a moment, then dialed Sadie's number. "Hello." "Hey, Sadie. I have a surprise for you. I need you to be at Scott's shop tomorrow at six. And bring your keys. Can you do that?" * * * The next morning, at six sharp, Sadie met Amy outside Scott's shop. Amy stood outside in the dark pre-dawn, hopping from foot to foot as Sadie rode up on her bike. "You are such a bitch," Sadie declared. "What? What did I do?" "Do you have any idea how cold it is riding through town on your bike at five forty-five in the morning?" "Probably about as cold as it is walking. Trust me, this will all be worth it." "It had better be." Sadie let them into the shop, which was warm but silent. Sadie made to turn on the main lights, but Amy stopped her. "Leave those off," she said. "Someone might think we're open. Just the ones in the office -- there are no windows in there." Sadie opened the door to Scott's office, and they turned on the lights and closed themselves in. It was at least warmer in here, and cozier. Amy sat in Scott's overstuffed office chair, while Sadie sat on the couch across from the desk. "I never realized how comfy this thing was," Sadie said, bouncing a little. "I guess it makes sense. I know he sleeps here sometimes." She took a deep breath. "I can't believe he agreed to do this. Just Scott and I, here in the shop... it's going to be amazing." Amy gave a tight-lipped smile. "Yeah. Um, Sadie, don't be mad..." Sadie stopped bouncing and pushed her glasses up against the bridge of her nose. "Don't be mad about what?" "I didn't exactly clear it with Scott. He thinks he's meeting me." "You said he was going to... you said it was going to be just him and I!" "I kind of lied a little," Amy said. "To him. And to you, I guess." "I can't believe you lied to me!" Sadie said. Amy shrugged. "Sorry, Sadie. I guess loyalty is overrated." Sadie shot to her feet. "Are you crazy? I've got to get out of here!" "Sadie, don't panic." "Don't panic? What if he says no? I could get fired. I can't get fired!" "Jesus, Sadie, calm down." Amy stood up and crossed to her, putting her hands on Sadie's shoulders. "He's not going to say no. I can handle Scott. He'll be into this." "What if you're wrong?" "I'm not." "What if he says no?" Sadie whined. "He's not going to say no." "You can't guarantee that. What am I going to do, take off my clothes and meet him naked at the door?" Amy looked at her in shock for a moment, then began to giggle uncontrollably. "What?" Sadie said. "I can't be unpredictable once in a while? Am I that far entrenched in my rigid upbringing? Or is the thought of me naked just really funny to you?" "No, it's not that," Amy said, putting a hand over her mouth. She leaned back against Scott's desk. "I just had a funny thought." "Well, share. It'll help distract me from my panic attack." "Well, Scott should be here in about ten minutes. We should totally do that." "Do what?" "Meet him at the door naked. He'd have to do something about it then." Amy giggled some more, then stopped as she saw Sadie staring blankly at her. "It was a joke, Sadie." "That's perfect," Sadie said. Amy raised an eyebrow. "Uh..." "No, think about it," Sadie said, suddenly excited. "That's every guy's ultimate fantasy, right? Two girls at once? And your first time's supposed to be special... what's more special than that?" "I don't think that's what they mean by 'special'..." Amy said. "And you could help guide me through it, so I don't look like I don't know anything about sex, even though I don't! And if something goes wrong, you can just take over!" Amy's brow creased. "Okay, hold up a minute... what?" "Okay, maybe not take over, like, completely take over, but -- I was really afraid that if it was just the two of us, I'd chicken out! With you here, I know I won't!" Silence fell. After a long moment, Amy spoke. "Sadie, I have a question... are you aware that you're totally insane, or does this all seem normal to you?" Sadie put her hands on her hips, a lock of blond hair falling over one eye. "Who the hell are you to call me crazy? You set this up. And you lied to me. This entire thing is your fault." "What? How is it my fault?" "You started this, with all your talk about what you did with Scott, and, then... when you and I..." "I know, I know, what we did" Amy said. She bit her lip, thinking. "I don't know about this. I really just wanted to set you two up, not..." We Do Everything Together Ch. 03 "Come on, Amy... please?" Sadie clasped her hands together. "I don't get it, Sadie... do you seriously want me to fuck Scott with you? You really want your first time to be with two people?" " "Well, you told me how special it was with you and Scott and your mom. You're my best friend. Isn't that just as special?" "Yeah, but that's... different." Sadie dropped her hands to her sides, looking up in anger. "What are you talking about? How is it different? Are you going to tell me that was traditional?" Amy pursed her lips. "Okay. I'll give you that one." She took a deep breath. "All right, Sadie, I'll do it." "Yay!" Sadie jumped to her feet, bouncing and clapping her hands. "Wait. One condition!" Amy said, lifting a finger. "This doesn't get weird afterward. You're not going to get jealous or think that I'm going to steal Scott away from you or something. Because I'm not." "I won't. I promise. Thank you, Amy!" "Okay, well, look. He's going to be here any minute. Do you literally want to meet him with our clothes off?" "I... hmm," Sadie said. "Sure, let's. That way he'll be sure not to get the wrong idea." "I'm really not so sure about that," Amy said. "Do you think I'm completely rampage nuts?" Sadie asked. "Of course I do," Amy said. "But what the hell? I'm on board." Time was growing short. The two of them kicked off their shoes and tossed them into the corner of the office. Amy peeled off her thin blue top and squirmed out of her pants, while Sadie carefully unbuttoned her blouse and skirt, folded them, and laid them over the back of the couch. As Sadie undid her bra, she looked over at Amy. "You're not wearing any underwear," she said. "You noticed that." "My mother buys me these awful granny panties. And I swear this bra is from the Carter administration. Ugh. I don't even want Scott to see these." Sadie stepped out of her panties and hid both pieces of underwear under a blanket on the couch. "You're so weird," Amy said. Both of them were naked now, their bodies goose-bumping in the chill air. She stepped next to Sadie, looking her up and down. Sadie was blushing furiously. "Do I look all right? I mean... do I look all right naked?" Amy looked her over, comparing the two of them. Sadie was shorter than Amy by about a head, and much more pale, her skin so white it was almost alabaster in the cold light of the office. While Amy's body was lean and athletic, Sadie's body was softer and curvier. Sadie's breasts were a little bigger, with pale pink nipples. Amy smiled, stepping close to her. "You look beautiful, Sadie. I'm kind of jealous of your boobs. I wish mine were a little bigger." She reached out and touched Sadie's soft breasts, and Sadie put her hands over Amy's. "What are you doing?" Sadie said. "Your hands are cold." "Relax, Sadie. I'm just getting in the mood a little." Impulsively, Amy leaned forward and kissed her, squeezing her breasts gently. Sadie gave a nervous giggle and returned the kiss, a little timidly. "Is that okay?" Amy asked. Sadie nodded and smiled, then leaned in for another kiss, wrapping her hands around Amy's bare back. Their bare stomachs pressed together, mouths open, tongues intertwined, as the kiss deepened. When Sadie finally pulled back, both of them were flushed and breathing a little heavily. "Okay, that was fun," Sadie said. "Why didn't we think of this months ago?" "We should wait by the door for Scott," Amy said pointedly. "Right!" Sadie said. The two of them padded naked to the office door. Sadie put her back against one wall, crossing her arms over her chest, bouncing on her heels. Amy peeked through the window. "No sign of Scott," she said. "Oh my God," Sadie said. "What if he opens the big garage door?" "He can't, Sadie. It's locked." Sadie began to hyperventilate. "Oh my gosh." "What's the problem?" "I'm having second thoughts." "It's kind of too late for that." "We have to abort. I mean, get dressed. We can't do this." Amy gave Sadie a withering look. "Sweetheart, cool it. It's going to be fine." "Sorry," Sadie said. She looked down at her arms. "I have goosebumps. I'm cold. We should have thought this plan through more." "If only someone had brought that up sooner," Amy said dryly. There was the chunk of a car door closing outside. "He's here!" Sadie whispered. "Get against the wall!" Amy said, and pressed her bare back against the side of the office wall, then gasped. The walls were painted concrete. "Oh my god cold," she whispered. They listened to the sound of footsteps approaching, then a pause. "Amy?" Scott's voice called out. "In here!" Amy answered, flattening her body against the wall as much as possible. Despite the cool front she was putting on for Sadie, her whole body was quivering with tension. This was about the only thing she could imagine that was crazier than what she'd done with her mother days ago. The door banged open, almost nailing Sadie as it swung wide, and Scott walked in, keys in hand. He looked around, staring at the apparently empty room. "Hello?" Amy reached out and shut the door. Scott turned at the sound to see the two of them standing there. "Whoa," he said, then: "Whoa!" He took a step back, mouth agape, dropping his keys. "Surprise!" they said in unison, as if they'd rehearsed it ahead of time. The two of them approached, Amy with her hands coyly behind her back, Sadie nervously wringing her hands under her chin, her elbows covering her pale breasts. "What the... f..." Scott gaped at the two of them, then lifted a hand, blocking his vision. "What's going on? Why are you naked? What happened?" "We were waiting for you, Scott," Amy said, and took his arm with a laugh, pulling it down. Scott turned away, blushing, only to come face-to-face with the equally naked Sadie. Even though she was clearly nervous, Sadie took his other arm, deftly curled it around her body and stepped next to him. "What are you... Amy, you said..." "I know what I said." Amy smiled. "I wanted to surprise you." "It worked," Scott said weakly. "Good," Amy said, satisfied. The two of them slowly began pushing him toward the vacant couch. Amy took his cap off and set it on the desk. "But wh--" "No more questions, Scott," Amy said, and gave him a shove. Scott landed on the cushions, arms splayed, gaping at the two of them. Amy knelt on the rug in front of the couch and began to untie Scott's shoes. Hesitantly, Sadie crawled up on the couch next to Scott and put her hand on his chest, leaning close to him. "Hi, Scott," she said. "Um... hi." "Do you like your surprise?" She gave him a shy grin. "I'm... a little shocked." "I hope you don't mind that I'm here." "I..." Scott looked pole-axed. "Why are you here?' "Come on, Scott," Amy said, finished with his shoes. "Get your head in the game. You know... mouth closed, honey." Amy reached up, put her fingers under his chin and pushed, and Scott's mouth snapped shut. "Do you remember all those wanton passes Sadie here has made at you over the past few months, those aching looks she's given you, hoping you'll strip her clothes off and just take her?" "No," Scott said. "Well, that's because none of that ever happened. But this morning, you've been recruited." "Recruited to what?" "To deflower young Sadie," Amy said, still kneeling at Scott's feet. "It's long past time." Scott looked at Sadie. "You mean you--" "Unfortunately," Sadie said. "But no more," Amy declared. Scott looked down at Amy, still looking like he was a couple of minutes behind. "But then why are you--" "No arguments, Scott." Amy had begun tugging at the belt and zipper of Scott's jeans, an indulgent grin on her face. "Amy's going to help!" Sadie chirped. "We're best friends. We do everything together." "Really?" Scott asked. Amy grinned up at him. Sadie shrugged. "Okay, well maybe not everything. Just you." She paused, then kissed him on the lips. "Is that all right?" "Shirt off, Scott," Amy commanded. "Who... are you and what have you done with Amy and Sadie?" Scott said in wonderment. "Sadie got bored because she couldn't lose her virginity," Sadie said. "Amy told you to get your shirt off," Amy said, whipping off Scott's belt and cracking it. "Now, please." With a stunned expression, Scott capitulated. Sadie pulled Scott's shirt over his head, while Amy pulled off his jeans, leaving them in a puddle on the floor. Soon they had Scott down to just his boxers. Amy beckoned to Sadie, who slid off the couch to join her on the floor. The two of them knelt in front of him, their hands on his knees, giggling. "Sadie, since this is your special occasion... would you like to do the honors?" Amy asked. Scott sat still, saying nothing. Sadie looked up at Scott, smiling and biting her lip a little. "Sure," she said, reached up, took hold of his boxers, and gently tugged them down. Scott was already erect, and Sadie's eyes widened as his cock bobbed into view. "Oh, my... Scott..." Sadie stared in fascination. "Well," Amy said. "Looks like someone isn't quite as nervous as he's letting on." She put her hand on Sadie's bare back. "Go ahead and touch him, Sadie." Slowly, Sadie reached out and gently wrapped her hand around Scott's cock, squeezing and stroking. Scott moaned. "I can't believe you tricked me..." he said to Amy. Amy grinned. "I told you I was bad." Amy watched, her eyes going from Sadie to Scott, watching both their reactions. Amy let Sadie play with him for a few minutes, then gingerly put her hand next to Sadie's, touching Scott lightly with her fingertips. Sadie withdrew and let Amy take over stroking him. "So, what do you want to do next?" Amy asked. Sadie pursed her lips. "So how do you... um... put him down?" "What?" Amy asked. "What?" Scott echoed, alarmed. Amy blinked in confusion. "Oh, you mean go down on him." "Er, right." Sadie grinned. "God, Sadie, we have got to get you some media or something." Sadie rolled her eyes. "Just show me?" Amy pushed herself between Scott's knees. "It's not that hard, Sadie, trust me." She looked up at Scott. "You don't mind, do you Scott?" "No," he said. "No I don't." "Just think of it like a Popsicle, Sadie. First you lick the top a little bit..." Amy swirled her tongue around the head of Scott's cock, giving him a squeeze. He jumped and moaned, his fingers digging into the couch. Sadie watched closely for long minutes as Amy worked on him with her tongue. Soon, the room began to grow warmer. "Then," Amy said at last, "when you're ready, you just..." instead of finishing, Amy took Scott in her mouth, as far as she could. "Jesus Christ..." Scott groaned as Amy sucked on him, cupping her hand under his balls gently. His hand went to the back of her head, pulling her down. Amy met Scott's gaze momentarily and grinned before returning to work. Finally, she withdrew, daubing at her mouth with her finger. "Now you try," she said, leaning back, still holding Scott's cock in her hand. "Okay." Sadie squeezed herself between Scott's knees where Amy had been, putting both her hands on his stomach. Scott reached down and stroked her hair affectionately, tucking blond locks behind her ear. Slowly, Sadie curled her fist around Scott's cock and did as Amy had done, swirling her tongue gingerly around the head. Amy climbed up on the couch and snuggled next to Scott, lifting her face to his for a kiss. She watched as Sadie slowly began taking Scott in her mouth an inch at a time, hesitating, then resuming. Scott began to breathe heavily, resting his hand lightly on the top of Sadie's head. After awhile, she stopped, looking up at him. "Does it feel good, Scott?" "It feels amazing," Scott said. "You're amazing, Sadie." Sadie grinned and put him back in her mouth, more confidently this time. Before long, Scott began to writhe on the couch, groaning. Amy stroked his chest. "Are you getting close, sweetie?" she asked. Scott nodded quickly. Sadie lifted her head again, Scott's cock popping out of her mouth. "What's going on?" "Why'd you stop?" Scott said, almost desperately. "He's going to come, Sadie. He's going to, um..." Amy took a moment, searching for the proper word, and didn't find it. "Spurt." "Oh," Sadie said. "Oh!" "Do you want me to take over?" Amy asked. Sadie looked at her, then at Scott. "Um... Scott, do you mind?" "Whatever you want, for fuck's sake, just stop torturing me," Scott gasped. They both giggled. "Sweetie, we've only just begun to torture you," Amy said. She slid down to the floor again, taking Sadie's place. Sadie started to back away, but Amy put an arm around her bare waist and pulled Sadie in next to her. "Stay close and watch, Sadie," she said. "This is my favorite part... the messy part." She brushed her hair back over her shoulder and took Scott in her mouth with enthusiasm, moaning under her breath as she felt his cock touch the back of her throat. Within a minute, Scott was writhing on the couch again, putting a hand on Amy's cheek. Sadie watched eagerly, one arm around Amy's bare shoulder, the other on Scott's knee. Scott's breath turned ragged. "Oh my god, Amy, I'm going to--" Amy felt him pulse in her mouth and withdrew, squeezing his cock. Scott groaned loudly and suddenly came full in Amy's face, the first spurt landing in her open mouth, the second splattering across her cheek, forehead, and into her hair. Sadie gasped audibly, mouth open, and Amy deftly and gently titled Scott's cock so that the next burst hit her. A thick white stream splattered across Sadie's glasses, the rest wetting her neck and breasts. She coughed involuntarily, looking at Scott in astonishment. "Oh," Scott said breathlessly. "Amy, I'm sorry... I didn't mean to..." "It's okay, Scott," Amy giggled. "That's what I wanted to happen. The messy part." She grinned and wiped a bit away that was running down her nose, then took Scott gently in her mouth again, sucking him clean. Sadie took off her glasses, a thin stream of fluid dripping off the lenses. "Oh my god," Sadie said, and then burst into giggles. "Oh my god, Scott." She dabbed at herself as Amy finished with Scott. "You've got a little bit in your hair," Scott said weakly, pointing. "I know," Amy said, grinning. "It's okay." "Holy shit," Scott said. Amy turned to Sadie, who sat wide-eyed. She had taken her dripping glasses off and was staring at them in astonishment. Amy took them away from her, fetched a tissue from the desk, and cleaned them off, then handed them back. Sadie put them back on and looked down at herself. "I'm dripping," she declared. "Never mind that right now," Amy said. "It's your turn." "Don't be scared," Amy said. "It's going to be fine." Pursing her lips, Sadie nodded. "I'm ready." Amy looked to Scott. "Switch places?" "Sure," Scott said, and slid off the couch. Amy gently coaxed Sadie onto the couch. "Scoot down a little," she said, and Sadie obeyed, sliding down until her back was against the seat of the couch. Scott knelt in front of Sadie, putting his hands on her knees. He gently spread them apart, his cock still erect. Sadie looked at him with wide eyes as she gnawed on one knuckle nervously. Amy crawled up on the couch next to Sadie and pulled her hand away from her mouth. "Just relax," she said, and kissed Sadie on the lips. Sadie relaxed and responded, and their mouths opened, tongues exploring each others' mouths. Scott watched from his kneeling position, running his hands up and down the immaculate smoothness of Sadie's thighs. Slowly, Amy began to move her mouth down Sadie's body: first kissing her lips, then her neck, then the hollow of her throat, down between her breasts. Finally, knowing how much Sadie had liked it the first time, she swirled her tongue around one hard nipple, moving her hand down Sadie's stomach at the same time. Sadie writhed on the couch and sighed with pleasure, until Amy's hand slipped between Sadie's legs, at which point she tensed and gasped. Scott scooted himself in closer, running his hands up Sadie's side, squeezing her other breast. "Oh god, Amy..." Sadie breathed. Amy lifted her head and kissed Sadie again, then caught Sadie's earlobe gently between her teeth, sucking on it. "You're in deep trouble, Sadie," she whispered, just loud enough for Scott to hear. "I am?" Sadie gasped, her eyes half-shut in a delirium of pleasure. Scott had gotten fully into the spirit of things and leaned over to kiss Sadie's bare stomach, then her breasts, drawing tiny gasps from her each time. "You are," Amy said. "You're three hours late, and Scott is pissed. He's going to fire you." Sadie giggled, the joke seeming to bleed tension out of her. "Is that true, Scott?" Scott looked up long enough to glance at Amy. She nodded encouragement, and he grinned. "It's true," he told her, trying his best to sound stern. "He's going to have to punish you," Amy said, sliding a gentle finger into Sadie. She was extremely wet. "Severely." "Very severely," Scott confirmed. "Oh no," Sadie said, a nervous laugh punctuating the end of her sentence. "I'm sorry, Scott, please--" Amy nodded at Scott, and he took Sadie's thighs in his hands. His cock nudged against her, and Sadie drew in a sharp breath. "Scott, I'm--" Whatever Sadie was going to say was lost in a high-pitched cry as Scott pushed his cock into her. Sadie's whole body tensed. Her hand sought Amy's and closed on it, squeezing hard. Scott slid into her, slowly, until she had taken all of him. Sadie gave a strangled moan of pleasure, and Amy smothered it with a kiss as Scott began to thrust inside her. Each time he did, Amy felt Sadie quiver, felt Sadie's hot breath as she moaned. Amy peppered kisses on Sadie's mouth and neck, aroused along with her. Slow minutes passed, and soon the office was extremely warm, all three of them glistening with sweat. Sadie's eyes, which had been closed since the moment Scott entered her, opened, and she looked down to watch his cock disappear inside her, still clutching Amy's hand tight. Amy observed with satisfaction, watching Scott's face, seeing that he was about to come for the second time. "Finish her off, Scott," she said, and reached down to brush wet hair out of Sadie's eyes. Scott nodded and picked up speed, no longer trying to pace himself, and thrust inside Sadie harder with each stroke. Sadie's mouth opened wide, and she yelped with each stroke, her face red, her chest heaving. Amy put a gentle hand on Sadie's throat, watching her expression with relish as Sadie shuddered and came violently. Scott pulled out with a sigh, breathing heavily, and Sadie moaned as she felt him leave her. "Oh my god," she said breathlessly, brushing damp hair out of her face. "That was amazing." "Told you," Amy said with a grin, and kissed Sadie one more time. She turned to Scott. "Did you get to finish again?" "Not quite," Scott said. Amy looked puzzled. "You didn't?" "I didn't. You see, Sadie's not the one who needs to be punished." Extracting himself from between Sadie's knees, he reached out and grabbed her by the waist, half-pulling her off the couch until her knees met the floor and her elbows rested on the lip of the couch cushion. "It's you," Scott finished. "Hey, that's not fair--" Amy began, and then he clamped his hand around the back of her neck. "No arguments, Amy," he said, and then he slipped into her from behind. Amy cried out in surprise and pleasure as Scott took her from behind. A moment later, she realized that Sadie had taken both her wrists and was helping to hold her down. "Hey," she said, looking up at her best friend. "You were supposed to be my accomplice." "Sorry, Amy," Sadie said with a satisfied grin. "I guess loyalty is overrated." We Do Everything Together Ch. 04 Although Rob couldn't see his sister through the blinds of Scott's office, he knew what she was doing in there. There was almost no sound outside in the pre-dawn chill of the morning, and from his vantage point in the pooled shadows behind the auto shop, Rob could hear the cries of the three people inside. It seemed Amy had some mischief of her own going on. After Rob's brief conversation with her the night before, Rob had watched Amy closely. He'd followed her from the house to the auto shop, sticking to the shadows, being as quiet as he could. She hadn't spotted him, and he'd waited across the street until Scott's car parked out front. At that point, he'd already put it all together. Amy was fucking Scott behind her mother's back. Not only that, but they'd brought another girl in already — Sadie, Scott's young secretary or office gopher or whatever. The thought left him stunned and aroused in equal measure. Apparently their mother had put Amy on the fast track to complete depravity. Rob felt a pang of jealousy — three women in the last week alone, a mother, a daughter, and the daughter's hot best friend. What the fuck had that guy Scott done to deserve such a bounty? In the dark, Rob was determined to get some of those riches for himself before it was all over. He could play the depravity game, too. The cries inside the office reached a crescendo. Rob hadn't yet risked trying to peek through the tiny gap in the blinds — he was terrified of getting caught — but the sounds inside were too enticing to resist. Standing on his tiptoes, he craned his neck to look inside. Through the narrow slit of light between the blinds and the window sill, Rob saw the three of them in the office — all completely naked, their bodies gleaming with sweat. His sister was on her knees, her elbows propped on the leather couch, while Scott fucked her from behind. Sadie knelt next to him, one hand on Amy's bare hip, the other clutching Amy's hair, holding her in place so Scott could have his way with her. Rob watched his sister, fascinated. Always expressive, her face displayed every emotion that crossed it; pleasure, disbelief, a hint of sweet humiliation. Rob felt his erection press against his jeans, and himself felt a faint pang of shame. He wasn't sure why — he'd already seen his mother naked only the day before, a situation he'd deliberately orchestrated. Feeling ashamed at this point felt like closing the barn door long after the horses were gone. But still, it was his little sister. Amy suddenly stiffened, letting out a series of loud, hitching gasps that ended in a sound much like a sob. Rob suspected she had just come. Scott, who from the sound of things had come at least once or twice already, slowed his thrusts, drawing a few more moans from Amy before pulling out of her. Amy collapsed limply to the couch, while Sadie pressed her lips to Scott's in a passionate kiss. Scott sat down on the couch, and Sadie crawled into his lap, drawing her bare knees up under her and draping herself across his chest. The three of them began to chat, with elated looks, on what had just happened. Rob couldn't hear what they were saying through the window, and the sudden intimacy of it bothered Rob. He crept away from the window, shifting his erection in his jeans, and began the long walk back home. The morning air would do him good. He'd have time to think about how he was going to use this new information. With a little finesse, in a day or so he'd be completely in charge of this demented game his mother had started. # # # The sun was up when Rob got home. He laid down on the couch and waited for Amy to arrive. After about twenty minutes, he heard the back door open, heard her pad quietly to her room. A few minutes later, she crossed the downstairs hall to the bathroom, and he heard the shower start running. It wouldn't do to come home smelling like sex with her mother's boyfriend, Rob figured. Amy must have been tired or distracted or both, because not only did she neglect to lock the door, but she didn't even close it all the way. Rob lay in in the dark, biding his time for a few minutes, and then got up and walked to the bathroom. He slipped through the open door and watched his sister's naked form through the translucent shower curtain. He couldn't see much, but then he'd already seen Amy about as raw and vulnerable as anyone was ever likely to. Rob leaned against the counter and enjoyed the sight all the same. The shower stopped, and Amy stepped out. Her eyes bulged when she spotted him. She squeaked and reached for the bath towel, clutching it to her wet body. Rob saw a glimpse of taut, pale flesh before she hid it away. "Rob! What the fuck, get out of here!" Her voice cracked with dismay, the way it had when they were both young and he'd tease her by taking away one of her dolls. "Sorry," he said with a smile. "The door was unlocked." "Get the fuck out of here!" she said. "I'll tell Mom." "I don't think you will," Rob said. "I know where you went this morning, Amy." He wouldn't have thought it possible, but Amy went even paler. The color drained from her cheeks, and she stepped out of the tub, dripping. "What are you talking about?" "I followed you to the auto shop," Rob said casually. "I saw your little threesome with Sadie and Sc—" Amy lunged at him. For a moment he thought she was going to attack him, but instead she slammed the bathroom door shut. "Keep your voice down," she whispered fiercely. "Mom will hear." From this angle, Rob could see the naked curve of her waist and hip. She caught him admiring it and flinched back, still clutching the towel to her chest. "Mom's still asleep," he said. "She won't hear a thing... at least not right now." He watched as Amy's face fell. Her expression was like a rabbit caught in a snare. "Rob, please don't tell Mom about this. She'll freak out." "I'm sure she would," Rob said. "She's freaking out already. See, she told me how she set you up, how you and her and Scott all got together and had your nasty little incestuous tryst." "Ugh, shut up," Amy said. "It wasn't like that." "What was it like?" She glared at him. "You wouldn't understand. You make it sound all seedy and horrible." "It is seedy and horrible. And you made it even seedier by fucking Scott behind Mom's back." Seeing that he wasn't going to budge, Amy let some of the tension in her body release. Slowly, she began to dry her shoulders and neck with the towel, giving Rob more glimpses of her flesh. "She started it," Amy said. "It wasn't my idea, it was hers." "That's bullshit," Rob said. "It was your idea, she just made it happen after she found out about it." Amy looked at the floor with a guilty expression. "Look, please just don't tell her, okay? Yeah, it's screwed up and weird, but Mom likes Scott, I don't want them to break up." Rob laughed. "Well, isn't that considerate of you." "Shut up." Rob licked his lips. "I won't tell her. If you do something for me." Amy froze in place, her wet hair falling around her face. "Oh, God," she said. "Don't worry, it's not that." Not yet, he thought. "Then what?" "You're going to break up with Ian." Amy furrowed her brow. "Why?" "Because Mom started this whole travesty to keep you two from each other. She didn't want you fucking up your college career by being preoccupied with sex. Granted, it turned out to be the world's stupidest idea and one of the biggest backfires of all time, but still. You don't love Ian, and he doesn't love you. End it. Mom will be happy, you'll be happy, we can all put this prurience behind us." And start a new kind of prurience, he thought. Amy sniffed while she considered it. "Fine," she said at last. "And when would you like this to happen?" Rob ignored her sarcastic tone. "Friday night. And I'm going to need you to do one more thing." Amy rolled her eyes. "Jesus, what's that?" "Even though you probably won't be, I need you to act like you're upset about the breakup. You know. Turn on the tears, let Mom comfort you. She'll like that." Amy eyed him suspiciously. "Why?" "Just trust me." "I don't, but whatever. Now will you get out of here so I can put some clothes on? I know you're getting all horned up looking at me." "What if I am?" He reached out and stroked her bare, wet waist with two fingers. She watched his hand, but didn't pull away, even when he flattened his palm against her hip. "Pervert." Rob scoffed. "I'm the pervert? I'm not the one diddled our mom." "Shut up!" she squeaked, and made to throw a makeup case at him. Rob fled. # # # Three days a week, Lauren worked at Arthur's, a tiny art gallery in the heart of historic downtown — that was what the marketing copy said, anyway. In reality, it was more like a graveyard than a gallery, and Lauren's job more like a security guard than a curator or impresario. No one came in to the glass-front shop to look at the modern art paintings and sculptures, and Lauren spent most days either at the counter or in the back office, surfing the Web and thinking of the meager paycheck she earned. At least they let her come to work in casual clothing. It was on a sunny, cloudless Wednesday afternoon that Rob swaggered in, not even sparing a glance at the art as he walked up to the counter. Lauren felt dread and embarrassment surge through her. The memory of their encounter in the kitchen, now two days past, still haunted her. The relief she'd felt unburdening her soul to him, the terror when she realized he intended to use the knowledge against her, the awful arousal when he'd taken off her clothes and she'd knelt naked before him. She couldn't lie to herself about it — Lauren had fully expected her son to pull his cock out and order her to suck it. The vision had unfolded vividly in her mind's eye several times since then. Even worse, Lauren was fairly certain she would have done it, if he'd told her to. Not because she had to — even though Rob now had enough dirt on her to crash an entire barge of drama on the shoals of her life — but because she wanted to. Because what she'd done with Scott and her daughter had unleashed a thirst for taboo that made her limbs quiver. She'd wanted it not in spite of it being seedy and squalid and wrong, but because of all those things. Lauren remembered feeling terrified that she'd end up going down on her own son, then feeling disappointment when it hadn't come to fruition. All her feelings in the meantime amounted to a cacophony of guilt and confusion, and she'd avoided Rob since then. Now he was here, putting his elbows on the counter. "Hi, Mom," he said with a grin. Lauren smiled. "Hi, sweetie." "Busy day?" "As busy as it ever gets around here," she said. Her hands were trembling. She pressed them against the counter-top to stop them. "What's up?" "I just stopped by to tell you that I've settled things up with Amy and Ian. She's going to break up with him. Your worries are over in that department." Lauren smiled with relief. "Really? How did you manage that?" He shrugged, as if it were just another day's work to him. "Nothing you need to be concerned with, just know that I took care of it. So you don't have to keep seducing Ian to keep him busy." "Oh, thank God," Lauren said. Since the two times they'd gotten together, Ian had been making doe eyes at her every time she walked into the market. He hadn't had the guts to call or come by — and she prayed he never would — but she was pretty sure she'd have to find a new place to shop for groceries. She felt guilty at breaking her promise to satisfy Ian's "needs," but since he and Amy wouldn't be dating anymore, it was probably moot. "I don't know how you did it," Lauren said. "But thank you. I owe you one." She touched his cheek affectionately, and he took her hand in his and squeezed it. For a moment, she almost forgot that the sweet boy she'd raised was now an opportunistic young man. "I know you do," Rob said. "That's why I'm here." Lauren withdrew her hand, her smile fading. "Rob, before you begin. I think we should... the other afternoon, that should not have happened. You're my son. It's wrong. We can't—" Rob grimaced and waved his hand, dismissing her argument. "Please. Mom, we're a little past all that right and wrong stuff by this point, don't you think? That ship has sailed. It's over the horizon. It's sailing past the Bermuda Triangle as we speak. I'm talking about reciprocity. Favors and repayment." "Okay, Rob, you can stop talking in vague terms like a villain in a Die Hard movie. Just tell me what you want." Rob grinned. "Fine. Once Amy breaks up with Ian, she's going to be distraught. Heartbroken, even. I want you to comfort her. And in comforting her, I want you to seduce her." Lauren blinked slowly, as what she'd just heard refused to parse in her brain. "Do what now?" "You're going to seduce Amy. You're going to comfort her physically. Carnally. And I'm going to watch. From a secure vantage point, of course." "A secure vantage point? Rob, you're completely out of your tree." "No, I'm not," Rob said, caressing Lauren's arm with his fingertip. The sensation sent tingles up her spine. "You and Amy have a special bond. A super special beautiful bond between two loving women, blah blah. She told me. So you two are going to have a beautiful moment together. It's going to happen Friday night." Lauren sneered. "And you're going to what? Jerk off to it?" He shrugged. Lauren pulled her arm out of his reach. "What if I don't?" Rob shrugged again. "Well, in that case, I'd be hurt and frustrated, and I'd have to go tell Scott about how you've been fucking Ian." Lauren drew in her breath, then struggled to regain her composure. "He knows about that." "No he doesn't." "He does so." "You're lying. I can see it in your face. You want me to think you told him so I can't use it against you. But I know you, Mom. You're too chickenshit to confess something like that." "I confessed it to you," she said, not liking how petulant she sounded. "That's different." Rob walked around to join her behind the counter, stepping close to her. He took her by the arms, gently but firmly. His hands were warm. "You don't have to lie to me. It's okay. And I promise, Scott will never know, as long as you do what I want." She pushed his hands away. "You're blackmailing me." "Of course I am." "How can you do this to me? I'm your mother." The protest sounded hollow coming out of her mouth, and they both knew it. Rob smiled, sad and smug at the same time. The expression made her furious. "The same reason you started your thing with Ian. Because there's a problem that needs fixing. Because I like manipulating people. Because it's fun to be in control. Come on, didn't you have fun getting Ian to do everything you said? Wasn't it satisfying convincing Amy to fuck your boyfriend? Didn't that give you a thrill?" Lauren sniffled. "Okay, maybe it did a little. But what you're doing is mean." "No, I'll show you mean," Rob said. "Lift up your shirt." Lauren's heart began to pound. "What?" "You heard me." Involuntarily, Lauren glanced at the glass front of the shop. People walked by outside without a glance. "Here?" "Where else?" "I can't," she said. He lifted his eyebrows. "Why not?" "I'm not wearing anything underneath." Why was she arguing finer points like this? "I'm aware of that." "Rob, don't do this to me here. If there's something you want, I can come home and we can talk or something, or..." "No," Rob said. "Here. Now. Or I tell all." "Can't we at least go in the back?" He smiled. "Nope." Lauren hissed through her teeth. "Goddamn it," she whispered. She made sure her back was to the glass, praying no one would choose that moment to come in. Gathering up the bottom of her tank top, she lifted it until her breasts fell free. "There," she said, giving him a moment to indulge himself with a glance. She tried to pull her shirt back down, but Rob pressed himself against her, putting his hands on her breasts. She gasped. "Rob, stop." "Not yet." He caressed her flesh with a feather touch, brushing his fingertips over her nipples. She liked it, and instantly hated herself for liking it. "Rob, please, someone's going to see..." "Not yet," he repeated, and leaned down. Before she could stop him, he took one nipple in his mouth, sliding his wet tongue across it. She gasped, bracing her hands against the counter-top behind her, suddenly not caring as much if anyone saw. "Rob..." she whispered, as he licked and sucked at her breasts, making her skin tingle. Suddenly, she wanted him. "Rob, please—" And then he drew back, pulling down her tank top. Her nipples now stood erect against the cloth. She whimpered, breathing heavily. "See?" he said with that smug, infuriating grin. "I told you it would be fun. Remember what I told you. I'll be watching. And wear something nice when you seduce Amy on Friday night." He gave her a little wave as he turned and left the shop. Lauren leaned her elbows against the counter, burying her face in her hands. This was completely out of her control now. The situation, her son, her emotions... everything. "What am I going to do?" she said to the empty gallery. And then, like a lightning stroke from the heavens, she new exactly what she had to do. There was only one way out of this, one way to regain control over the situation. It was time to come clean. # # # Amy lay sprawled on her bed, reading, trying to distract herself from the avalanche of anxiety flowing through her brain. Ever since that morning, when Rob had burst in on her, she had been in a state of barely contained terror. She knew Rob wanted something from him — something besides breaking up with Ian, which she was all too happy to do at this point. What it was, she wasn't sure, but it was probably licentious and degrading. She remembered the way he'd looked at her in the bathroom. It had not been a brotherly look. The thought of him listening and watching her and Scott and Sadie left her feeling both disgusted and a little aroused. She'd known for some time that Rob had something more than sibling affection for her. It wasn't the first time he'd peeked in on her in the shower, or paused too long outside her door while she was changing. She knew it, and from time to time, she'd played to it, enjoying teasing him while knowing it was never really going to go anywhere. But now Amy had begun to wonder if it was going to go somewhere. This was no drive-by peeping. He'd stared at her body, touched her. If she hadn't shooed him out, he might have gone for the towel. And maybe she would have let him. He'd cornered her, just like when they were kids and he'd talk her into some sort of trouble. He'd always been like that. Amy had sworn many a time to turn the tables around on him, but here she was, in his grips again. She didn't like it. But she couldn't see any way to get out of it. Not yet, anyway. A knock sounded at the door. Amy rolled her eyes and devoutly hoped it wasn't Rob. "Come in." The door snicked open, and her mother's head appeared. "Can I come in?" Amy put down the book and rose to a cross-legged position. "Sure." Lauren closed the door behind her and sat down on the bed. "Haven't talked to you in a couple of days," she said. "How have you been doing?" Amy shrugged. "Fine, I guess," she lied. Lauren nodded. "Listen, sweetie, there's something I have to tell you. It's hard, and you're not going to like hearing it, but it's killing me, and I think you deserve to know." We Do Everything Together Ch. 04 Amy frowned. More drama on top of everything she'd already created for herself? "Okay. What is it?" Lauren sighed. "I hope you don't hate me for this, even though I would totally deserve it. But here goes." She drew a deep breath. "I fucked Ian." Silence. Amy's mouth slowly dropped open. "What?" "Twice," Lauren said. "Well, we had sex once, and I went down on him once, so technically—" "Mother!" "I'm sorry," Lauren wailed. "I know this sounds crazy, but I did it with the best of intentions." "You're right about the crazy part." "I just—" Lauren drew in a deep breath, on the verge of tears. "You and Ian were dating, and I didn't want you to start having sex before college, and so I thought maybe if I kept Ian busy, he'd stay away from you and... it was a truly, incredibly stupid idea. I mean, it worked, but it was still stupid. And then you and Scott..." "Yeah," Amy said, eager to dismiss that subject. "Do you hate me?" Lauren asked. Amy thought about it. "No," she said at last. "I kind of feel like I ought to, but this actually explains a lot. I don't even feel that mad. How easily did Ian go along with this idea?" Lauren bit her lip. "Pretty easily." "Did he try to stop you?" "A little. A very little. Not really." "Huh," Amy said. "I broke up with him today." "You did?" "Via email." Lauren looked impressed. "That's cold." "It would have been a lot colder if I'd known about this," Amy said. She sighed and hung her head. Lauren caressed her shoulder. "What's the matter? You have every right to be furious with both of us—" "It's not that," Amy said. "I actually have something to confess too. And it's not easy either." Lauren nodded cautiously. "Okay." Now it was Amy's turn to breathe deep and brace herself. "After you and me and Scott were together... I went and saw him at work. And I kind of went down on him." Lauren raised one eyebrow. "And then later we had sex," Amy said. She left out Sadie for the time being. Things were complicated enough already. Maybe she could spare Sadie the fallout. "How many times?" "Once. Well, technically twice in the same morning, I guess." "I see." Lauren scratched her head. "Well... I guess I can't get mad at you for that." "Sure you could," Amy said with a faint smile. Lauren grinned. "Okay, I could, but it wouldn't be fair. It was my idea to bring Scott into this, after all. So, did Scott try to stop you?" Amy giggled. "Actually, he kind of did. I had to be insistent." Lauren clucked her tongue. "You little slut." "I learned from the best." They laughed, and just like that, the tension between them bled away. Lauren scooted over to lounge next to Amy on the bed. "So, I guess without knowing it, we ended up even, huh?" "I guess we did. I wasn't trying to hurt you or anything, you know. I just thought you'd say no if I wanted to see Scot again." "I probably would have said yes," Lauren said. Amy stared at the ceiling. "Well, now I just feel dumb." "There's one more thing," Lauren said. "The reason I'm telling you all this." "Is it Rob?" Lauren rolled over to face her. "How did you know?" "Just a suspicion I had." "Yeah. I told him everything, and he's been trying to blackmail me over it. Threatening to tell you everything unless I did what he said." "Really," Amy said. "What did he want you to do?" "You won't believe it." "Try me." "He wants me to seduce you." Amy blinked. "Seduce, as in..." "As in talk you into having sex. Because you'll be so bereaved over the loss of Ian." Amy laughed. "Oh, wow. That's... does he actually think that would work?" "I doubt it. I think he just wants to make me humiliate myself in front of you. He gets off on it, I think." "Yeah," Amy said. "That explains a lot, too. He's been creeping around, following me. He ambushed me in the shower and leered at me and basically tried some of the same crap with me. He didn't say anything about seduction, though." "Oh," Lauren said. She sighed. "I've raised a family of total degenerates." "Seems that way. So what do we do?" Lauren put her hand on Amy's stomach. "I was thinking maybe we could give him exactly what he wants." "What's that going to accomplish?" "Like I said before, I don't think he expects us to actually do it. I think he wants to get you pissed off at me, drive us apart, so he can manipulate us both. I say we start manipulating him instead. Go further than he's willing to go right now." "What do you mean?" Lauren slipped her hand under Amy's pajama top, stroking her skin. "I mean the other afternoon, he took my clothes off. Had me naked right there in the kitchen. And he made me pull up my shirt at the gallery and groped me." "Made you?" Amy asked, enjoying her mother's touch. "Well, I kind of went along with it," Lauren said with a shy smile. "Now who's the slut?" Lauren laughed softly. "Okay, I give you that one. Point is, he didn't really do anything. I think he wants to fuck me." "I think he wants to fuck me, too," Amy said. Despite the events of the past couple of weeks, she could still find this conversation bizarre. "So why don't you and I put the team back together and take control of this situation?" Lauren asked. Slowly, she began to unbutton Amy's pajama top. "Why, Mother," Amy said. "Are you attempting to seduce me?" "Not yet," Lauren said. "But maybe tonight. What do you think?" Amy grinned. "I think it sounds like fun." She put her arms around her mother's waist. They kissed. Their mouths opened, their tongues caressed. Amy searched inside her brain for the guilt and fear that had been there before, and instead found only joy. # # # Two days later, Rob was ready to see his schemes come to fruition. While Amy was off seeing her friends(or Scott, for all he knew) and Mom was at work, he'd set up three wireless webcams in his sister's room. He wanted to indulge his taste for voyeurism, but he wasn't about to peek through a crack in the door or hiding in the closet like a chump who was aching to get caught. This was the twenty-first century, and he planned to take advantage of it. The cameras streamed a live wireless feed to the dual monitors he had set up in his room — one camera aimed sidelong at the left side of the bed, one high and to the right, and another with an eye-level view from the foot of the bed. He'd disabled the lights on the cameras and hid them among Amy's cluttered bookshelves and piled laundry. Unless she knew exactly what to look for, she wouldn't find them. She might go looking for one of her books, of course, but the thin layer of dust across the spines told him that was unlikely. Amy wasn't much for her academic pursuits these days. She'd found other interests. He tested the feed while his sister was gone, and found it gave him nearly flawless coverage of the room. He only had to run downstairs once to nudge the right camera over a bit. Rob realized that beyond recording the tryst he'd organized with Mom, the setup also gave him an opportunity to spy on his sister with relative impunity. If she found out, she'd call him a creep and a weirdo, and he'd have to be on his guard against a punch in the balls — but what could she do beyond that? Rat on him to Mom? That was meaningless now. Friday afternoon came, and Amy came home from going to the park with Sadie. Rob waited for her in the kitchen. "Aren't you due back at college to continue unceremoniously flunking out?" she asked by way of greeting. "I love you too, sis. Do you remember our little deal? You're breaking up with Ian." "Don't worry," she said, wrinkling her nose at him. "Already done. I sent the email." "Email, even. So chickenshit." "I thought you could relate," she snipped. Rob smiled. "Just remember to get upset for Mom when she comes home, all right?" "Whatever, Rob, you cretin." She brushed past him, went into her bedroom, and shut the door. Rob got himself a bottle of water from the refrigerator and went upstairs to wait. He only had to kill a couple of hours before Mom came home, and he entertained himself between Youtube videos and watching his sister. The feeds worked perfectly, transmitting her room in crisp definition. To Rob's disappointment, his sister didn't do anything interesting. She didn't change her clothes, or masturbate, or do any of the things sisters did in the pornos when they didn't know they were being watched. Mostly, she laid on her bed reading a paperback, occasionally stopping to play on Facebook with her laptop. That was fine with him. He could be patient. Four o'clock rolled around, and downstairs, he heard the front door slam as Mom came home. He sat up in his office chair and braced himself. It was time. "Amy?" Mom called from downstairs. Rob watched the video feed. Amy closed the lid on her laptop, leaned over to her bedside table, and plucked something from the drawer. It was a little canister of Tiger Balm. Amy dabbed a tiny smear under each eye, then winced as her eyes immediately began to water. Rob watched, impressed. He hadn't known about that trick. "In here, Mom," she called, her voice foggy with tears. "Holy shit, girl," Rob said. He'd underestimated her. She was about to put on a virtuoso performance. Lauren walked into the room, throwing a trapezoid of light across the bed. "Honey, what happened?" she asked, closing the door and crossing the room to sit next to her daughter. "I broke up with Ian," Amy sobbed. "Oh, sweetie," Lauren said, and hugged Amy tightly. Amy let out a few very convincing sobs. "I'm so sorry. How did he take it?" "Not good," Amy sniffled. "He said I'd been leading him on all this time, and that I was a little b-bitch." She burst into fresh sobs. Rob watched, entranced. He hadn't expected Amy's performance to be so raw. He was almost buying it himself. "Oh, sweetheart, you're not a bitch," Lauren said. "He never appreciated you." "He said I'd never find anyone else," Amy said. "That I'd made a terrible mistake—" "Your only mistake was dating him," Lauren said. "And trust me, you can do better. You're smart and beautiful and amazing." Amy sniffled. "Really?" "Really." Lauren reached up and wiped the tears from Amy's cheeks, cradling Amy's face in her hands. She kissed Amy's forehead. There was a pause. The two of them looked at each other, motionless. Then they leaned in and kissed. "Oh wow," Rob whispered. The kiss began hesitantly, as if both of them were expecting the other to withdraw. When that didn't happen, they picked up speed and passion. Amy murmured and threw her arms around her mother's neck. Lauren responded by pressing herself against her daughter, pulling up the back of her shirt and caressing the small of her back. "I love you, Mom," Amy whispered. Even her soft exhalations came through the camera mics. Lauren smiled. "I love you, Amy." She brushed Amy's brown hair back behind her ears. "You're my gorgeous girl." "Is it wrong that I really like kissing you?" Amy asked, biting her lip. Lauren laughed. "Well, I wouldn't go telling everybody, sweetheart, but... I like kissing you too. Right or wrong." Amy fidgeted. "I think about that night we had with Scott... and I think about that next morning, when you and I... and I really like thinking about it." Lauren smiled and touched Amy's shoulder. "It was a beautiful experience, Amy. And it was all ours." "I want— " Amy whispered. Before she could say anything else, they were kissing again, fiercely. As they kissed, Lauren slipped her hands underneath Amy's shirt, then pulled it up until Amy lifted her arms. The shirt came off. Amy's bare breasts jiggled. With a grin, she leaned back and began to undo her jeans, even as Lauren unbuttoned her blouse, shrugged it off, and began to undo her bra. "Holy shit," Rob said. "I cannot believe this is working." His erection was painful against his jeans. As he watched, he leaned back and unzipped his jeans, letting himself free. There, much more comfortable. His eyes could barely take in everything at once — all three angles, so much bare flesh suddenly visible. He double-checked to make sure all the streams were recording. They were. He grinned. He would be getting spank material off this for months. On the screens, Amy and her mother were entwined on the bed — Amy's legs wrapped around Lauren's waist, their stomachs pressed together. They were naked now. As he watched, Lauren lowered her mouth to Amy's breasts and flicked them delicately with her wet tongue. Amy gasped. So did Rob. "Oh my god—" Amy whispered, and they mashed their lips together in another frantic kiss, hands caressing bare flesh. Amy leaned forward and pushed Lauren back on the bed, until her mother lay face-up. Gently pinning Lauren's wrists, she returned the favor, taking Lauren's nipples in her mouth and sucking. Lauren moaned and shivered, her head thrown back on the bedclothes. "Oh, Amy, sweetheart—" Rob stroked himself as he watched, trying to make himself last, not sure how much longer he would be able to. His own mother and sister — his brain felt like it was on fire. He had barely expected this to work, hoping at most for some kissing or light touching, but nothing like this. When he came, it was going to be so damn hard — On the screens, Lauren had freed herself from Amy's grip and now caressed Amy's breasts, squeezing the small pink nipples between her thumbs and forefingers. Amy twitched and cried out every time she did so, her face screwed into an expression of pleasure and disbelief. Lauren ran her hand down her daughter's chest, over the taut line of her stomach, between her legs — — and then Amy reared back and jumped off the bed. "I can't do this," she said. Rob froze in mid-stroke. Lauren sat up, naked and vulnerable. "Honey, it's okay—" "It's not," Amy said, grabbing her robe. She tugged it on quickly, all that glossy flesh disappearing. "It's not okay. This is wrong. We can't do this again." "No," Rob said. "Oh, no, come on, so fucking close!" He heard his voice rising and shut his mouth with a snap. Lauren reached for her daughter. "Amy, sweetheart—" "Leave me alone!" Amy said. Then she was out of the camera frame. He heard the downstairs bedroom door slam. Then silence. "God damn it," Rob said. His balls suddenly ached. "God fucking damn it, so goddamn close." He looked at his mother, who still sat naked on the edge of the bed, looking concerned. She brushed her hair out of her eyes and sighed, then laid back on the bed again, stretching her arms over her head, covering her eyes with one arm. Rob's erection, which had begun to flag a bit, came back. Maybe he could still salvage something out of this, as long as his mother held still. He began to stroke himself again, ogling his mother's nude body. He'd been thinking about her nearly non-stop since the day he'd seen her naked in the kitchen, and finally, at least, he was getting some payoff — He was still stroking himself when the door to his bedroom swung open and Amy walked in. # # # "Hi, big brother," she said with a grin. "Jesus Christ!" Rob exclaimed, trying to keep from yelling. He fumbled for his jeans, pulling them up, trying to stuff his erection back into his pants, while simultaneously trying to kill the monitors with his other hand, as if by working quickly enough he could somehow un-bust himself. It wasn't happening. Amy closed the door behind her, still smiling. She still wore her robe, but she hadn't fastened it, and he could see the sideswells of her breasts, the sleek line of her stomach leading down to her pubic hair. "Get the fuck out of here!" he said. "You've been naughty, Rob," Amy said, looking at the monitor. "Your own mother and sister? You're such a creep, Rob. And a pervert." She didn't look upset — rather, she seemed amused, as if this were all some harmless fun on his part. He had expected her to be furious. Rob glanced sidelong at the screen. His mother still reclined on the bed, as if deep in thought. "I wasn't—" he began. "Please," Amy said. "Don't even bother. Do you think I'm stupid, Rob? I spotted those cameras the day you put them in. Like I don't know my own room well enough to know when someone's been screwing around and installing electronics." Rob opened his mouth to rebut further, but realized he had nothing to say. His pants were still half-unfastened, and he was lamely covering up his erection with one hand. "So you were hoping that Mom and I would get it on?" She tilted her head at him. "While you spanked it up here? Were you hoping maybe I'd strip down beforehand, touch myself? Would you have liked that?" Rob snorted and decided to change tactics, maybe put her on the defensive. "I'm the pervert? You were the one getting it on with your own mom... little sis." If he'd expected her to be wounded by that, he was disappointed. "You're right, I did," she said. "The only thing worse would be to get it on with my own creepy pervert of a brother." With one swift motion, Amy shrugged off the robe. It fell to the floor, and she stood naked in front of him. He barely had time to register the sight of her nudity before she knelt in front of the chair and reached for his hands, still cupped over his crotch. "Don't—" he said, suddenly hesitant. This wasn't on his terms. This wasn't what he expected. "Do you have another camera?" she asked, pulling his hands away from his cock. "Um, yes." "Can you hook it up? Now?" "I guess..." She grinned. "Do it. Hurry." His heart pounding in his chest, Rob fumbled for the spare camera he'd bought in case one of them went south. She waited patiently on her knees while he activated it. "Point it at us," she said. "Amy—" "Just do it, asshole." His hands would barely cooperate, they were shaking so badly. He placed the camera on the desk and switched it on. Another window popped up on the screen, superimposed over the image of his mother. He aimed it until he had a crisp, clear picture of his sister, kneeling in front of him. She turned and grinned into the camera. "Record it," she said. "Why do you want me to record it?" "Oh, you know you want to," she said. "Go ahead." Rob reached for the mouse and clicked on the record function. A red light blinked on the camera. "There we go," she said, and took his cock in her hand, squeezing. He jumped at her touch. She stroked him slowly, looking at his cock as if it were a scientific curiosity she wanted to study carefully. "You have a nice cock, big brother," she said conversationally, pressing her hands against his stomach. "It's all hard for me." Um," Rob said, still trying to catch up with this sudden shift in his sister's personality. Suddenly it was like the porno clips, except this was real... and surreal at the same time. "Listen, Amy, you don't have—" "Shh," Amy said, and then slid his cock into her mouth. Rob moaned before he could stop himself. He nearly leaped out of his chair, but she held him firm, one fist wrapped around the base of his cock as she swirled her tongue around the head. "Holy shit," Rob said as Amy began to slide his cock in and out of her mouth, her head bobbing up and down. He'd already stroked himself to near-orgasm once, and he knew this wasn't going to last long. He gripped both her bare shoulders, groaning as she sucked on him, murmuring under her breath as if this pleased her. Amy pushed her head down, his cock touching the back of her throat, and Rob spasmed. "Jesus, Amy, where did you learn to — " She popped his cock out of her mouth and grinned at him. "Keep your voice down. Mom will hear." We Do Everything Together Ch. 04 Then she went back to work again, faster and harder than before, swallowing him down. Rob's hand flew to the back of her head, clutching her hair. "Oh, fuck, Amy, I'm going to —" She only murmured in acknowledgement. Rob felt his orgasm swell, almost painfully, and then explode as he came in her mouth, clenching his teeth to stifle his cry. Sensing the flood coming, Amy drew back and let the camera catch the act. It burst out of him in a hot jet, in her mouth, on her chin and neck and breasts. "Shit," Rob breathed. "Oh, shit, Amy." Amy grinned and took him in her mouth again, cleaning him off with her tongue. He twitched. "You made me all messy," Amy said, daubing at the sticky splatters on her flesh. She looked up at him with a sly grin, enjoying him looking at her. Rob gaped at her. "I can't believe you did that," he said. Amy fetched her robe and put it back on again, closing it to cover up the mess on her neck and chest. "I guess I just needed help getting over my awful breakup," she said with mock sadness. "Thanks for helping me work through the grief, big brother." She gave him a little wave and left the room with a smile. The door clicked shut behind her. Blinking in disbelief, Rob looked at the screens. His mother was gone. The camera next to the keyboard now pointed at a bit of empty floor. He deactivated the recording and saved the file to disk. As the astonishment slowly cleared from his brain, he realized he'd been had. His mother and sister had conspired to turn his scheme around on him. The seduction idea seemed ridiculous now, compared to what had just happened. They'd outsmarted him. But Rob wasn't done yet.