Ahhhhhhh…

"Should we get off the floor?"

"And sacrifice the view? Madness."

You two stared up at her roof of your bedroom, the silence between you one of a deep, relaxing peace. Despite your suggestion, moving could not have mattered less to you right now. The carpet was soft, aside from the crumbs, and your girlfriend's hand was wrapped in yours.

At some point, your mum had come in to drop off your clothes. She'd admonished you for the stink, and then left you too alone. You could've sworn her tits spurted into her bra when she looked at your dick again, but she didn't comment.

Now, the afternoon was winding down, with what little sky you could see turning a bright orange. The clouds, streaked and purple, peppered the sky like stretch marks. While you wondered what Ava was planning, you figured she'd tell you when she was good and ready.

It was then that the pile of pants by the door began to vibrate. You ignored it, waiting for it to ring out. But there was a second, then third round of vibrations. You rolled yourself over, groaning with the effort of having to actually move, and went for the jeans.

Inside, you found your phone lit up with a picture of your sister falling off a water slide. You accepted the call.

"Took your fucking time," your sister's voice emerged from the speaker's, sounding much more exhausted than earlier.

"Well a hello to you too sunshine."

"Urgh, almost wish that cop shot you."

"Who is it?" Ava asked, her eyes not meeting yours as they continued to roam your body.

You mouthed 'sister' and Ava gave you a lazy thumbs up before getting back to her sight seeing tour.

"What a way to repay your own brother, after so selflessly getting you to work."

"And now I'm stranded here asshole!" Your sister all but exploded into the line, causing you to jolt, "I haven't been able to stop thinking about your cock all fucking day you little shit! I have been dropping crates of rabbit food on my feet because your "carrot" couldn't finish the fucking job! You better come pick me up and fuck me in the ass, before I walk home and rip that thing off your scrawny body!"

"Uh, ok, can do."

"You're damn right it 'can do'."

Then she hung up on you.

"Jesus, I heard that from here," Ava said, pushing herself to her feet.

"I haven't heard her get that angry since I fell on her birthday cake in tenth grade," you replied, scratching your chin. You saw Ava's confused look, but you shook your head, "I'll explain in a bit. Right now I've gotta get my sister. You wanna come?"

In a handful of seconds, the two of you had jumped into the car again. You took a look at your tank and grimaced.

“Alright, gotta take a detour.”

“Your sister sounded kinda mad.”

“She’s gonna be madder if we don’t have enough gas to get home,” You sighed, pulling out of the driveway, “Here, let her know we’re going by the station first.”

You cruised out of the street, and took the turn away from your sister’s work. You flicked on your headlights, illuminating the quiet suburban streets you were cruising through. You thought back on your day. Two days, really. The sweat and juices were still drying on various places of your body. You hadn’t had a chance to shower, and you lifted an arm to your face to check.

You then lowered that arm, trying not to gag.

“Don’t make that face, you smell sexy.”

“Easy enough for you to say, you spent all day at the ring,” you gave her a smile, “I could take you to a pig farm and you’d think it smelt great.”

“You’re no pig String bean, and I love a man drenched in his conquests,” she replied, tossing his phone into the pocket behind the handbrake.

“Conquests? Jeez, what am I, King arthur?”

“Yeah, I could see that,” she said, side-eyeing his head, “I reckon you’d look sick with a crown.”

“Yeah, me and my nights, all off on an adventure.”

“Nah nah nah, King Arthur and the *sluts* of the round table,” she grinned, “I think that has a much better ring to it.”

“You want me to call you a slut?”

“Whatever gets that magic dick of yours hard String bean,” she rubbed a hand against his shoulder, letting her fingers linger at the crook of his elbow, before pulling back, “Oh! If we’re all your sluts, I dibs being Lancelot. Always wanted great hair.”

“Well, if anything’s gonna make you a blonde, it’ll be this,” you said, nodding down at your crotch.

“I don’t know stringbean, hair dye is pretty magic as is,” she smiled, before there was a rumble in her pocket. She whipped her phone out and began typing something, “unless you’ve gotten control over this?”

“Nope. Still don’t know how it works,” you reply, pulling into the gas station. It’s a quiet night, and you’ve got your pick of the pumps. You can see Marty at the front desk, a friend of yours looking for all the world like he was dead on his feet, “just a yes or a no whenever I cum. But not even then.”

“Whadday mean?” Ava asks, turning away from her phone.

“Well my first time was with you,” you explain, to which Ava does a mock bow, “so unless you were the catalyst, I’ve secretly had this my whole life. But it never happened when I used to masturbate.”

“Have you gotten off since?”

“Not really had the chance, this magic dick has been throwing people at me.”

“Mmm, that’s my stud,” Ava replied, biting her lip.

You hopped out of the car, and began pumping the gas. Ava wound the window down and stuck her head out.

“But we should test that.”

“I just don’t think it would work. It always asks You or Her. Does my own hand count as a ‘her’?”

“That’s up to you stringbean, but I think your hands are very manly.”

“You’re just saying that cuz you like me.”

“Ooooh, he’s onto me.”

You just grinned at each other for a second, before you removed the nozzle and grabbed out your wallet. Ava joined you, mentioning something about grabbing Twisties. The two of you entered the gas station proper, the sterile air hitting you both immediately. Despite the relatively cool night, the aircon was at full **** over your heads. Ava darted into the chips aisle as you moved up to pay.

Marty’s eyes didn’t light up when he saw you, but he looked less like a corpse for half a second.

“Hey man, who’s the chick,” he said, his eyes squinting to see where you’d parked.

“That’d be Ava. She’s my girlfriend,” you replied. When he didn’t respond, you rolled your eyes, “It’s pump four dude.”

“Hey, I was getting there,” he said, tapping it into the computer.

“Suuuuure, sure. You really should wear your glasses dude, it’s not gonna kill you.”

“Then I won’t look as good,” Marty replied, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, “if a babe comes in here, I have to look my best.”

“You can’t look your best if you can’t even look at her,” you chuckled, “And I’ve been on that babe train recently…”

“No shot dude, really?” Marty said, finally looking at you. Or at least, you’re pretty sure he’s looking at you.

“Hell yeah man,” you grinned as you passed him your card, “come over next weekend when you’re free. I’ll tell you all about it, but trust me, you’re not gonna believe it.”

Marty just shook his head as you finished paying and walked back out. Not a few seconds later, Ava joined you, munching away at her chips. The two of you walked back and you pulled out in the direction of the bunny sanctuary.

“Okay,” Ava said, not even swallowing her mouthful before speaking, “rewind a bit here, and tell me what the hell the birthday cake was about that made your sister so mad.”

"And then there was just icing everywhere. If mum hadn't stepped in I think she would've killed me with that knife."

"I can't believe it. The man of my dreams is a catastrophic klutz."

"Hey, it's not my fault you have excellent taste," you replied, pulling into the Bun-Bon parking lot, "she still has it framed. The knife, I mean. Sometimes she just points at it when she's mad at me."

The two of you looked over to see your purple haired sister step out from behind the bins. A cloud of smoke lazily hovered where she'd been. She strutted to the car, and leaned down to Ava's window.

"Backseat. I need cock," she said, scowling past your girlfriend.

Ava gave you a wide-eyed look of… fear? Excitement? Either way, she almost slapped her tits getting herself unbuckled. Beth stepped aside, allowing the shorter woman to dash to the back of the car.

Grasping the back of the seat, your sister slid into car. Her shoulders, squared and tight, pushed into the space. Her eyes didn't leave your crotch where, to her concealed joy, you were already building an erection.

The door closed, and the car puttered out of the quiet parking lot. Inside, it was dead silent until you thought to venture something.

"So, how was wo-"

You were cut off by your sister slamming her hand down onto your thigh, and squeezing it. You winced a little at her grip. She leaned over, with careful precision to avoid your arms on the wheel, and used her other hand to begin pulling down your pants.

"Keep your fucking phone on you next time," She said, “and you haven’t changed your sweatpants. Really?”

"It's not like- ow, ow, OW," you felt her fingers dig in more, then release as your cock popped free of your waistline.

There was more silence for a moment. You dared to sneak a glance at your sister, and found her mouth open. Her lips were not even trying to stop the little lines of drool. She moved in slow. Oh so slow. You almost missed a turn off from looking between her and the road. Then, she made contact.

You heard a little yelp from the back of the car, quickly stifled and overshadowed by you and your sibling's moans. No pleasure yet, but of tension, finally being unwound.

Your sister didn't so much push herself down your cock as sunk into it. Her body relaxed against you, and you could see her chest rubbing against the handbrake. The lines of drool made contact with your cock, then your pubes. Your cock had been exposed to the cold evening air only a few seconds ago, only to sink straight into something even warmer than your track pants. You wanted to take a hand away from the wheel, if only to run your fingers through her long purple hair, but you instead just bucked your hips up and into her mouth.

You felt her throat contract around you as she gagged, her nose sucking in air as your crotch pressed against her face. Her hand pushed down on your thigh to press you back into the seat. She swirled her tongue along the underside of your cock as you slid halfway out of her mouth. Your eye twitched under the pleasure as you felt jitters running up your spine.

You turned off the main road, if only to let your foot off the accelerator. Beth then pushed her face back down your cock with a wet sucking noise. Your leg jolted, slamming back down on the pedal before you could stop yourself. Beth stayed in place by gripping your thighs again, but you were too focused to care. You pulled back, feeling a new set of hands reach up to your shoulders. Ava, from the back seat. Her hands wound over your shirt, pushing out knots you didn’t know you had. The feeling of warmth swirled around your cock. Beth sucked in air, sliding it over your soaking penis, causing you to shiver again.

Her tongue ran over the tip of your cock, teasing the hood again and again as her breath ran over your shaft. Ava’s hands kneaded into a particularly tense part of your shoulder. You could feel your balls tighten.

“I’m- hah- I’m gonna fuckin’-”

Ava’s hands vanished from your body like a snap, and you felt Beth’s slam into your crotch. Her purple hair shook as you heard her say something, muffled by your cock. You looked down to see Ava’s tanned arm pressing Beth’s head against you. You tried to say something, but you couldn’t. The tightness. The wetness. These two women, both trying to please you.

Beth shot up like a rocket.

“What in the fuck do you think you’re-”