Double Dates

Anna leaned in to give him a soulful kiss, the bead on her tongue still giving him a delicious unusual sensation. 'Mmm. I think I'll keep you'. Chris couldn't help but gulp. Anna flopped down beside him, urging him to spoon her. He obliged, and noticed there was no more movement from the other side of the bed. They could just about keep their distance. Contented sleep soon took them both.

* * * * *

The next morning, he was dimly aware of Sarah and Ricky moving around. He heard a suppressed giggle, but a cracked eye revealed nothing more than a mountain of long red hair obscuring everything. He internally shrugged, and settled back into a deep sleep. He woke a short time later to a feeling he couldn't quite place in his sleepy stupor.

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SENSATION FOUND

Anna was at the foot of the bed, pale ass high in the air, sucking his cock with purpose. He wasn't sure if he was still asleep and having the best dream of his life, but he decided to roll with it. He reached down with a hand to run his fingers through her hair. Anna popped off and shot him a smile.

'Good, you're awake, I didn't want to risk smothering you'.

Chris' confusion was short lived. She veered to the side, swung her leg over his face, and sat down hard. The incredible sensations on his cock resumed, and Chris wanted them to last as long as possible. He needed to buy himself some time. He dove in, straight for Anna's clit, sitting proud and ready. The moans on his dick made him wonder if this was really the tactic to draw things out, but he quickly stopped thinking and started licking. He focused hard on her clit, licking and sucking, then licked down her slit, collecting her juices, and pressing his tongue deep inside her. He moved back to her button, stroking the insides of her thighs while his tongue put in the work. He reached down and tweaked a stiff nipple, and got a quick break on his near-bursting cock, before the assault redoubled. He licked and sucked harder, eventually brushing her clit with his teeth, pressing his whole face into her, and was rewarded with a flood of juices and a shudder seconds before he blew his load into Anna's eager mouth. She turned slowly, lying down beside him and giving him a quick peck on the cheek.

Chris basked in the sensation of their closeness for as long as he could, before nature called. When he came back, Anna was pulling her clothes on and making ready to leave.

'Last night was amazing', he ventured.

Anna beamed. 'Wasn't it? I'd like to see you again, but we're busy all week'. We? 'Will you two be at the club next week?'

'We? Sarah and I?'

'Oh yes, Ricky really likes her, I can tell. We'd both so love to see you again. Will you be there?'

'Of course we will'. Chris wouldn't miss it for the world, despite the unusual insistence that his sister go with him.

Anna finished dressing, stood, and gave him a quick kiss. 'Your place is nice. Really. Don't worry about it next time, okay?' Chris nodded. 'And here's my number'. Anna scribbled down her digits, and held out the scrap of paper to Chris. As he reached for it, she snatched it back. 'You text me tonight at the latest, lover boy'.

Chris couldn't help but grin as he typed it into his phone. 'I promise. It's Anna Evans then?', he asked, typing contact details.

'Uh. Yeah'.

'You don't sound so sure'.

'How do you know it's Evans?'

'Ricky called you Ms. Evans last night. It's a bit weird for siblings to call each other by their surname but, whatever. Everyone's weird in their own way'.

'You don't know the half of it. Of course, Evans. Anna Evans. And don't you forget it'. She blew him a kiss, stepped out of the door, and shut it behind her.

After Anna left, he cleaned himself up, and waited a whole fifteen minutes before texting her. She responded quickly, and he spent the day in a flurry of texts, finding out the movies she likes, the music, the place she called home. He told her how exactly he and Sarah came to be living there, and she seemed to delight in referring to his sister as the Other Woman. The thought made Chris uncomfortable - his mind kept returning to the picture of Sarah, nude, covered in sweat, panting as she fucked a practical stranger, bursting with need, staring into his eyes. Chris looked down, blushed, and went for a walk to clear his head.

When he returned, Sarah was sitting up in bed, covers pulled to her neck. She let out a squawk when she saw him, twitching and turning red.

'Everything okay?' Chris asked. He paused, and realised what was happening, but not quite quickly enough.

'Could you fuck off please Chris. I'm... studying'.

He couldn't help himself. 'I can see that'. Sarah's blush deepened, and Chris saw a dramatic shortening of his lifespan reflected in her eyes. He backed into the bathroom, sat down, and closed the door. After a short time, Sarah called to him.

'Can you make food please'.

Chris said nothing, and set about making a one-pot meal of ramen noodles and vegetables. Soon, the pair were sitting on the bed, all awkwardness forgotten. Dinner finished, Chris sprawled out on the bed. Sarah gathered the bowls, put them into the tiny sink, and crawled back across the bed to settle in to watch TV. Halfway there, mid crawl, Chris couldn't help but see her in the exact pose of the night before. Her gaze snapped to his again, but she quickly broke eye contact. The confused set of memories tumbled in Chris' mind, and he adjusted himself in his shorts.

'Did you spend much time with Ricky today?' Chris asked.

'No, we got breakfast in an café and he left pretty quickly'.

'Are you gonna see him again?'

'What's it to you?'

'Well you seemed to like him. It would be nice for you to meet someone, don't you think'.

Sarah paused for a moment, and evidently couldn't think of an acidic enough comment. 'Yes. Obviously. I wanted to see him this week but he's busy. Said he'll be at the club on Saturday so I'll see him then'. She shrugged, aiming for nonchalance.

'Anna said the same. Are we going to do... that... again?'

'Do what? Watch me with someone, you pervert?'

'I seem to remember you looking at me, too'.

'You looked first!'

'It was an accident!'

'I'm buying you a blindfold'.

'I thought you were trying to be less kinky'.

Sarah's fist slammed into his arm at roughly the speed of light.

'Sorry, sorry. But. If we both meet someone, how are we going to have time with them?'

'Yeah. Good point. You can just stay out on Saturday. Go home to see the parents'.

'That is six hours away! I'm not doing that. Besides, I'm seeing Anna on Saturday'.

'Well I'm seeing Ricky on Saturday'.

Chris sat in silence for a moment. 'They really didn't seem to have a problem with it'.

Sarah paused before responding. 'No. They didn't', she said eventually. 'Ricky said it was like having the TV on in the background'.

'Anna said it was like having a pet in the room'.

'Maybe we need to think of it like that. And not like, whatever perverted shit you see it as'.

Chris rolled his eyes, and focused on the TV. Despite their bickering, the two of them were in the best mood he could remember. And so relaxed. In only a few minutes, Sarah had nodded off, propped up against the headboard, and slumping down to rest her head on Chris's shoulder. Chris felt a warm comfort inside, and tried to focus on that instead of the hot memories of the night before.

He snapped awake sometime later. The room was dark, and his cock was straining at his shorts. His dreams were already fading, but he could remember snatches of red hair and the feeling of a steel ball on his tongue. He waited. He thought about sports. He thought about his classes. He thought about everything and anything gross or unsexy, but his dick was not listening. He looked to his side, and saw Sarah was asleep on her back. He crept over to the bathroom, shut the door, and leaned against it. He started stroking, visions of Anna's face on his, her mouth on his cock, her pussy in his face. The feeling of her hips grinding against his, her nipples in his mouth, her breath on his cheek, Sarah's hips slamming into a cock - his dick erupted, spewing rope after rope of spunk and shame in equal measure. His face burned again as he cleaned up, and crept back to bed. The scent of sex hung in the air - he hadn't noticed it on the way out. He paused, looked at Sarah's back presented to him as she slept on her side, and refused to think about it any further.

* * * * *

Saturday night rolled around. Chris and Sarah had spent the week growing increasingly irritable, until they realised the other would not back down. They agreed a truce; pretend the other person is an item of furniture. You don't notice a bedside table when you're with your partner, so why would they notice one another? Of course it would be exactly as easy as that.

Chris wore tight jeans and a shirt. Sarah wore a short blue skirt and fuzzy white top. They walked to the club together, lost in thoughts of Anna and Ricky. They had waited as long as they could before the anticipation got too much. They got there early enough that the dance floor was bare.

'Want a drink?' Chris asked. Sarah nodded. In thirty minutes, she would nod again. Another time, soon after. By the time Anna and Ricky arrived, they were feeling quite loose.

'Annaaaaaaa, come here you goddess, I've been dying to see you all week'. Chris didn't quite slur his words, but it was close. Anna wore an amused smile, but gave him a deep kiss as he wrapped his arms around her.

'How sweet. We've been looking forward to seeing you too'. Chris smiled at her, kissing her again, and dragging her to the dance floor. He could feel himself sobering after a while, and hoped he hadn't made too much of a fool out of himself. Anna seemed to be having plenty of fun, and was eager to continue dancing. He left to get them a drink (water, for both of them) and bumped into Sarah at the bar. She had come back to herself a little too.

'Where's Ricky?' Chris asked as the top of his lungs.

'He's still dancing', Sarah screamed back.

Sparing their throats, they grabbed their drinks and made their way back to the dance floor. When he got back, he found Anna grinding on another guy. He flew into a rage, starting towards him, but was stopped when he saw Sarah do the same thing. They looked at each other, puzzled for just a moment, and then Chris looked closer. Anna was grinding on Ricky. Anna turned to Chris and her face lit up, snatching the water from him as he stood, rooted in place.

'Thanks, I so needed this'. She took a deep drink, and swayed closer to him. She looked at his face, and frowned. 'What's up?'

Chris thought for a moment, and decided the need to know was greater than the risk of alienating the most attractive woman he had ever kissed. 'Do you and your brother always dance like that?'

Anna let out a low laugh. 'Are you jealous? Christ, he's my brother Chris. We're just dancing. What kind of pervert are you?'

Chris shook his head. Clearly he was over-reacting. 'Sorry, Sarah and I never danced like that. Mostly. Unless the crowd pushes us together I guess'.

'You should try it, it's harmless fun'.

'Maybe some other time. I'd rather dance with you'.

'That's the right answer, mister'. She closed the gap between them, as they moved to the beat and the hours flew past.

* * * * *

Walk. Tea. Lights out.

Chris kissed his way from Anna's feet to her head as she lay on the bed. He deliberately avoided her sex, kissed up the side of her ribs which elicited a giggle, and kissed deeply into her neck, which drew forth a moan. He worked his way back down, lavishing attention on both nipples, kissing across her stomach, to pass over her dripping centre again. He kissed the inside of her spread legs, working from her knee, inching upwards. Licking, nibbling. He hovered over her clit, breathing heavily onto it. She thrust her hips towards him, and he backed off. She did it again, and he dodged. A third time, and he dove to meet her, sucking hard on her clit and being rewarded with a wild growl.

Sarah cleared her throat beside them, and Chris ignored it, as they had ignored his cough when Ricky gave a low moan over a lot of wet noises.

He continued his assault, lashing Anna with his tongue, forcing her to cum quick and hard. She twined her fingers in his hair, mashing his face into her as hard as she could and not hard enough. Chris surfaced for air as she caught her own breath, sliding up and pressing the head of his cock at her entrance. He saw her eyes lock on his, sparkling in the wan light, smirking up at him. She always seemed in on some joke he wasn't aware of, but he knew she was enjoying herself. That was enough. He slid forward. Anna's eyes shut and her mouth slipped open. She felt amazing, the tight warmth caressing him, coaxing him in further.

Anna was incredible. Truly, one of the most gorgeous women he had ever seen. And she was clearly into him. So why did he want to look to the side? Was it curiosity? Was it because he knew he shouldn't? Anna opened her eyes, locking them on his. She looked down to where they were joined, and looked back up, urging him onward with a raise of her chin. He looked down, watching her breasts roll on her chest with every thrust, saw the incomparable sight of his cock sliding into her, glistening in the light. He looked up, and saw her looking over to the side, head turned, eyes wide. He almost followed her gaze. Almost. Her eyes shifted back to his, watching him from the corner of her vision. Was she testing him? He couldn't tell. He buried his face in her neck, kissing along her jaw, wrapping his arms around her and holding her close. He felt her shudder and clench beneath him, but held back on his own orgasm.

She pushed him up, and back, and got on all fours. Anna wiggled her ass at him. 'Fuck me, right now'. There was no way Sarah and Ricky didn't hear that. There was no way Chris could ignore it. He moved forward, sliding into her. The angle was unbelievably intense. Anna turned her head to watch him over her shoulder, pushing back against him. From the corner of his eye, he saw another pair in the same position. He saw a pair of swaying breasts. He shut his eyes, and focused on the hot, wet feeling of Anna, the perfect feeling of her hips in his hands, her ass slamming into him. He felt his cum churning in his balls, struggled to hold back and was brought to a blinding peak. He was dimly aware of distant womanly moans coaxing more and more cum from him, until he collapsed down next to Anna on the bed.

A short time later he realised she was shaking, her hands busy on her clit. 'You need more?' he asked.

'Well you didn't get me all the way there the second time', she whispered back.

'I heard you cum!'

'Not me'. Even in the dark, Chris could make out the mischievous glint in Anna's eyes, which winked out as she came. She leaned up to kiss him, and pulled him in close. Chris fell into an uneasy sleep, torn between the incredible pleasure of being with Anna and the strange turns his life with Sarah was taking.

Chris woke to the feeling of the bed shaking. He tried to ignore it and go back to sleep. Anna was pressed up against him, a comforting warmth, her right arm draped across his chest as he lay on his back. He could look to his left and see what was making the bed shake, but why would he? He already knew. Sarah was getting fucked. His sister was fucking someone, right next to him. It was horrible. It was disgusting.

He felt Anna's warm hand on his cock.

'Is your dick this hard from listening to your sister getting fucked?' He couldn't deny how hard he was. He was rock hard even before Anna got a good grip. She stroked him gently. He didn't know what to say, and spluttered in denial. 'That isn't a "no". Isn't that a little fucked up? Should you be thinking about her like that? Should you be thinking about Ricky's cock splitting her open and filling her with cum?'

Chris' mind was reeling. He went on the offensive, reaching down across his body. As he suspected, Anna was dripping wet. 'Are you thinking about your brother fucking someone?'

'Maybe I'm just thinking about this big perverted cock right here in my hand'. She kissed him as he realised that wasn't exactly a denial, but he soon lost himself in the kiss and her handiwork. For his own part, Chris worked to make Anna feel good. A part of him wanted to make her moan, loud. He slipped a finger inside her, then two, arching towards her most sensitive spot, wiggling them just so as his palm worked her clit. Soon she tensed up, pausing in her stroking for just a moment, before resuming with harder, longer strokes. She broke their kiss. 'Cum for me Chris', she said, just a fraction too loudly. He heard Sarah moan behind him, and shot his cum all over himself and Anna. She grabbed a towel and cleaned them both off, as both siblings lay stone-still on the bed.

The next morning, Anna and Ricky took off quickly, but not before Chris noticed Anna talking to Sarah and passing her a slip of paper. He wanted to ask what they were talking about but couldn't bring himself to break the silence. Soon, he showered and left for a walk.

* * * * *

Sarah waited in the café impatiently. Ricky had disappeared quickly, but Anna had insisted they get to know each other better. Her texts practically commanded her to appear at the café, on time if not early. She obliged, and soon Anna swished through the room to sit down beside her.

'Hey', ventured Sarah.

'How are you enjoying my brother?'

Sarah was dumbfounded at both the question and the abrupt start. 'He's great? He's nice'.

'You mean in bed? You two have barely spoken apart from that, right?'

Sarah felt her cheeks grow hot. Anna made her sound like a slut! 'Well I could say the same about you and Chris'.

'And you should. He is great in bed. As I'm sure you've noticed'. Anna's eyebrows waggled suggestively.

'What's that supposed to mean!?'

'You've heard us together, haven't you?'

'Oh. Yeah. You definitely are enjoying yourself. And I am too, with Ricky'. Sarah hoped she could make Anna feel as uncomfortable as she did.

'Isn't he amazing?' Sarah had failed.

'Isn't this a bit weird? It's strange enough that we do... it next to each other. You don't have to tell me how great your brother is, I'm finding it out for myself'.

'I just want to make sure you two are happy together. You should invite him out for a real date, just the two of you. He's terribly shy, you know he'll never do it himself'. Sarah thought about the strong, gorgeous, confident Ricky, who took her to bed and fucked her senseless at the drop of a hat. She opened her mouth to question the exact degree of his shyness, but Anna intervened. 'Just... do it. He likes you. I can tell. And with a few extras, he'll love you'.

'What do you mean, extras?' In response, Anna stuck out her tongue. 'Um. Rude?'

Anna frowned with an irritating prettiness. 'We are getting your tongue pierced Sarah'.

'We are? Is this what Ricky likes? I'm not the kind of girl to just up and change her whole life for a guy. And anyway, how do you know he likes his tongue pierced?'

'One of his exes told me, and later, when she was busy becoming my ex, I decided to try it for myself'.

'You two dated the same girl?'

'Not at the same time, obviously'.

'Obviously'.

'Are we doing this or not?'

'I'm not sure it's a great idea. Doesn't it take weeks to heal?'

'The researchers at this new place InterSpace have been churning out immunoboosters and healing whatsits like crazy. Mine took fifteen minutes to heal. Yours will be even less. Come on'. Anna stood, offering a hand to Sarah, who took it despite herself; she felt cornered, trapped, and oddly thrilled.