Catching Paige

I decided to take advantage of this lull and crash at home. I’d asked Liam for a ride home. I think he noticed I was tired because he didn’t offer to hang out. Normally I’d wait for Kaylee to finish practice and do something with her after, but today I wasn’t feeling it. I didn’t even tell her I was leaving. She’d probably think I was angry at her or something, but honestly, I was exhausted both physically and mentally. Not only had Kaylee been running me ragged with her insatiable needs, but today’s lunch revelation had chewed at me all day.

Heading to my room, I closed the door and flopped back on my bed. Sadly, my mind wasn’t keen on relaxing on its own. Grabbing my headset, I put on a podcast and did my best to think about anything else but what was on my mind.

I’d drifted off because I snapped awake an unknown amount of time later. Rubbing my eyes, I sat up and checked my phone. Four forty. Mom and Dad would be home in about an hour and twenty minutes. There were a few texts from Kaylee asking where I was and if I was okay. I sent a response saying I was tired and went home early. I’d burned through a couple of podcasts without listening to them, so I went back to the one I’d started with and marked that to play next time I was in the mood.

Yawning, I pulled off my headphones and tossed them back on the bed before going to the door. After that nap, I felt like shit. I hoped something to drink would help. Stepping into the hallway, I glanced towards my sister’s room with half-open eyes to see if she was home. I froze as my mind instantly snapped awake. She was home all right, and she wasn’t alone.

From where I was standing, I had a clear shot of her bed where she was currently sandwiched between two extremely happy guys. The angle was a bit off thankfully, but I had an eyeful already. Both guys were way below her standards. The one under her might have been decent-looking if he wasn’t overweight. The extra bit he carried in his face didn’t do him any kindness. The guy who looked way too happy thrusting himself into her ass was the polar opposite. Thin as a rail to the point of being knobby and bony looking, he had a creepy smile as he held Paige’s waist tightly. Meaty hands from the big guy under her manhandled her breasts. I could hear his loud grunts from here as his stomach jiggled from his awkward hip thrusts.

No way in fucking hell could Paige be enjoying that. That I could tell was saying something about the grotesque sight. Yet you’d never be able to tell from her expression. It’d make even the most enthusiastic porn star seem bored in comparison. Her attention wasn’t on the two guys though, but on a third guy sitting on a chair next to the bed. I recognized his haircut. William. Paige’s boyfriend. I half expected him to be tied up or naked. Fully dressed, he was sitting there watching Paige. He wasn’t masturbating or anything. Just… watching.

It was sheer luck she hadn’t seen me considering she had a clear view of the hall. Her attention was completely focused on her boyfriend.

“Are you watching this, William?” Her lips spread in a cruel smile. “This is how you properly fuck a girl.” She let out a loud moan, closing her eyes. I think I saw her wince, probably because the guy was really hammering her ass. Knowing her as well as I did, I could tell she was pissed. The guy was probably a little too gung-ho in his role.

Schooling her emotions, she focused back on her boyfriend. She was looking down, probably at his crotch. She made a disappointed cluck with her tongue. “Too bad you don’t even have the tool to even try. I—” She yelped. Breaking character, she turned and glared at the guy behind her. “Fucking Christ, Thomas. I’m not one of your fucking blow-up dolls. If I have to tell you again, I’m not going to let you fuck me anymore.”

The guy had frozen at his name. “S-sorry,” he said. His voice seemed a step too high for a guy his age.

Paige swung back to look at her boyfriend. She was not happy. “This is why I wanted Eddie. He has a smaller dick too. My ass is going to hurt like hell tomorrow.”

“I know and I’m sorry, babe.” Reaching forward, he ran a hand over her cheek. To my surprise, she seemed to enjoy that, a smile peeking out from under her stormy expression. “Can you continue?”

Looking down at the guy beneath her, he still had a hold of her breasts. She slapped at his hands and he released them. “Those are connected too. I swear, no matter how many times I tell you guys, you always…” She shook her head. “I don’t even know why I bother repeating myself. You’d think with how much I fuck all of you there would be some improvement but—”

“Paige.”

She sighed heavily. “Fine. Fine.” She took a deep breath, closing her eyes. “What are you two waiting for? I don’t have all day,” she said without opening her eyes. The guys started moving again, but at a much more cautious pace. Even with her eyes closed, I could still tell she was rolling her eyes. “Faster, come on. Can you at least try to get me to cum this time?”

After a few seconds, she opened her eyes and focused back on William. Her expression had changed completely, looking like she was in bliss. “I forgot what having an actual cock inside me feels like. Every time I’m with you, I’m always worried I won’t notice you putting that tiny cock of yours in me.” Her tone took on a sultry tilt. “I have to pretend I’m enjoying it after all. Not like this though. This I can actually feel that cock in me. Hitting all the places yours never can.” Rolling her eyes back, she made a show of moaning and enjoying herself. “Every time I get a real cock in me, I find myself wondering why I even bother dating you. The sex is fucking awful and you are about as fun as watching paint dry.” That cruel smile was back. “Then I remember all your wonderful friends and how big their cocks are… How they always manage to stretch my pussy every time, making even harder for your little thing to even register with me.” Her tongue ran over her lips slowly as she gazed at her boyfriend. “I love rewarding all their hard work with a creampie. That’s right. They get to pump me full of all the cum they want.”

“You always make me wear a condom…”

It was around then that my initial shock of this wore off and my mind began to work again. The first question that immediately popped up was, ‘Why the fuck am I still watching this?’ Watching my sister getting double-teamed while humiliating her boyfriend was not what I signed up for today. My drink could wait. As slowly as I could, I began to back into my doorway.

“Of course I do. The last thing I want is—” Our eyes met. Fuck. She hadn’t noticed me before because I was standing still. I had tried to back slowly into my room, but I had a lot of disadvantages here. One, it was still daylight. Two, even if she was looking at William, she was still looking in my general direction. She’d probably seen me move in the corner of her eye.

The gig was up. She knew I’d seen her. From the way her face went red, I knew that she knew I’d seen quite a lot. Must have been all over my face. It wasn’t anger though, but a morbid embarrassment I’d never seen before. I think the worst part of it all was the two guys she was with were still fucking her, oblivious to what was happening.

“Paige?” William began to turn around when a panicked Paige grabbed him.

“Don’t fucking look away,” she managed to stutter out. “You need to see how real men fuck a woman. Maybe someday I’ll—”

By that time I’d closed the door softly. My heart was racing, head spinning. Why did she leave the fucking door open like that? Damn it. That was something that was never going to go away. The brain needed a delete button. Having her permanently burned into my mind wasn’t even the worst part. The fallout after they left…

Paige was going to kill me.