Key lime pie

The door opens and Tammy walks in carrying a bag of groceries. The smile on her face when she sees you and Molly waiting there for her is amazing, it just makes you feel warm all over.

Also, the top two buttons on her blouse are undone, you can see her cleavage, and you can see her nipples poking through the fabric – and, you realize, you can also see her bra dangling in the grocery bag, so she probably took it off while she was still in the car.

She sighs blissfully and puts down the groceries, and then you and she wrap your arms around each other, hugging tight and gazing into each other’s eyes.

It is at this point that you discover something about yourself. The following statements are all true:

1. you have 100% decided that you are going to fuck Tammy even though she’s your sister;

2. you are 100% certain that she is totally on board with that idea;

3. she’s a Top Prospect and her Affection, Love, and Lust scores are all in the high 90s, so you’re 100% certain that she’s madly in love with you, and to be honest you’ve developed pretty strong feelings for her yourself;

4. holding her like this is giving you a throbbing erection that’s undeniably pressed right against her;

5. she told you this morning that you could jack off in her shower, and you told her about six hours later that this is exactly what you did; and

6. your faces are inches apart, and she smells so good, and she feels so good.

And yet…

despite all that…

you still aren’t quite ready to take that last step and kiss her on the mouth.

And apparently she’s not quite ready to do that either.

You hear a buzz from the Multiplier.

Molly is watching you two eagerly. “Well?” she says. “Go on! Kiss!”

You both turn to look at her. “What?” you both say awkwardly.

“Kiss each other! You know you both want it!”

“I…” you start to say, and so does Tammy, but then Molly rolls her eyes and says “oh, for fuck’s sake!”, and reaches up and grabs your head and pulls you down and kisses you on the mouth, hard, her tongue darting between your lips. You hear the Multiplier buzz.

Molly holds the kiss for three seconds, then releases you, grabs Tammy, and kisses her on the mouth. Three seconds later she lets go, and from the way she’s licking her lips you can tell that was probably a tongue-kiss too.

“There,” Molly says, dusting her hands off in a “good thing that’s over with” gesture. “Kiss by proxy. Next time I expect you two to do it yourselves!”

You and Tammy meet each other’s gaze again, but this time you both burst out laughing.

“Okay, okay,” Tammy manages, still laughing. “Let’s have some dinner before we do anything else, because seriously, I’m hungry.”

You and Molly follow her into the kitchen, where she unloads the groceries. “I was thinking of getting a rotisserie chicken, because I don’t want to spend any time actually making dinner tonight, but then I remembered we still have the leftover pizza. But the oranges were on sale, the toothpaste was on sale, the baked beans were on sale, and…” and she holds up a big flat box. “Jacob, you still love key lime pie, right?”

Your eyes open wide. It’s been years since you’ve had key lime pie! “Yes! Yes, I do!”

Tammy grins, and waves a fist triumphantly in a little “yay! I got it right!” gesture, then she puts the pie in the fridge and takes out the pizza.

The next forty-five minutes are incredible. You and Tammy and Molly talk about what you all did today, and just like the “plans for today” chat over breakfast, it’s utterly fascinating. You genuinely listen and contribute, even though Tammy doesn’t ever bother to button her blouse back up or put her bra back on, and even though Molly has taken her pants off again.

Tammy talks about training the new employee and meeting a sales rep and dealing with a shoplifter, and Molly talks about her classes, and you talk about the sad state of your building on Anglesey (“So you’ll be staying with us?” Molly asks, sounding absolutely thrilled; you and Tammy both say that’s an issue to discuss later), and about lunch with Penelope.

This conversation is a lot more openly sexual than the one you had in the morning: at one point, Molly is describing what she learned in Intro to Sociology, but then she says “by then, I was so horny I was having trouble concentrating, so after class I went into the disabled bathroom on the second floor, got naked, and masturbated.”

Tammy looks scandalized. “Molly!” she says. “What if someone disabled had needed that bathroom!”

Molly looks a little guilty. “I was only in there for like eight minutes,” she protests. “Including cleanup. And there wasn’t anyone waiting when I got out.”

“So you were lucky this time,” you say. “But if you keep doing it –”

Molly sighs. “I know, I know. How about you?” she asks Tammy.

“Hm?” Tammy says, her mouth full of pizza.

“Did you masturbate at work today?”

You’re frankly a little surprised that neither of you does a spit-take.

“Oh, uh –” and Tammy takes a moment to swallow her mouthful and then lick her fingers clean before continuing. “I rubbed myself through my panties a few times, and played with my nipples a little, but really I didn’t have the chance.”

“Was this before I got there, or after?” you ask.

“Bit of both,” Tammy says. “Really, I masturbated twice in the shower this morning – ” and Molly giggles – “so that was enough for me. Jacob, your once was enough?”

Molly’s brow furrows, and then you can tell she’s parsed Tammy’s sentence because she’s grinning and licking her lips. You hear a buzz.

“Yep,” you say. “Very relaxing.”

“Jacob!” Molly says, and punches you lightly in the shoulder. “You didn’t tell me that!”

You shrug.

“Who were you thinking about when you did?”

“Beautiful, sexy women of my acquaintance,” you say, and then take another slice of pizza. Tammy laughs. “Nice try,” she says to Molly.

From there, you tell them about the rescue of Banana, which they both cheer at, and which gets a buzz from the Multiplier. But then you have to explain about Eleanor.

“You’ve mentioned her to me before, I think,” Tammy says. “Is she the one who works at the coffeehouse?” You nod.

Tammy looks thoughtful. “Actually, you’ve mentioned her a bunch of times. Do you have a crush on her?”

“He’s jacked off thinking about her,” Molly says, still grinning.

“Is she a beautiful, sexy woman of your acquaintance?” Tammy asks, and she’s got the exact same grin.

“Oh, and the cop was really, really nice, her name was Sigrid,” you say instead of answering.

Tammy raises an eyebrow at this transparent attempt to change the subject, but lets you get away with it. You explain about meeting Sigrid, about her hat, about how much she likes dinosaurs, about how she held you when you felt like crying, about how at one point she asked you if she gave you an erection – and that one does get a spit-take from Tammy. “A cop asked you that?!? In public?!?”

“Yep.”

“And…?” Molly asks.

You blink. “Oh, did she give me an erection, you mean?”

Molly nods.

“Yes. But we were in public.”

“What does she look like?”

“Tall – almost six feet… cute, big blue eyes, amazing smile, great ass… I’m pretty sure she has really nice tits, but it’s a bit tough to tell with the uniform.” This is true – the open-uniform selfie Sigrid sent you earlier is so poorly-lit and low-res that you can tell it’s an open-uniform pic with visible bra, but that’s it. Which was the point, of course.

“What color is her hair?” Molly goes on.

You pause. “Why does it matter?”

She shrugs. “Helps me visualize her?”

You’re feeling a little mischievous so you tell her the exact truth: “Sigrid’s hair is platinum blonde.”

Molly closes her eyes and smiles.

“What’re you visualizing now?” Tammy asks.

“Tall busty platinum blonde cop on her knees, sucking Jacob off,” Molly answers. Tammy smiles at that too. You hear another buzz from the Multiplier.

Tammy gets out the key lime pie and some drinks, and you explain about going to the insurance office, and about helping clean up after Mr Berserk threw his tantrum, and about crawling around on the floor with your eyes closed, bonk bonk bonk, which gets the appropriate response. And…

“Also, when I told Penelope about this, I accidentally said that my head went into Belinda’s ass.”

Tammy snorts. You hear a buzz, and Molly mimes grabbing something above her head with both hands and pulling it all the way down to shoulder height. “SHLORP,” she says, and you laugh.

“Anyway, after that, I had lunch with Penelope… got the key duplicated, went to Fashionissima, went to the Leopard’s Spot, bought clothes, then hopped on the bus and came home.”

“But we’re like twenty blocks away from a bus stop?” Molly says.

You sigh. “Got on the 78 bus out of habit, because it gets pretty close to Anglesey. And then I was daydreaming and ended up going nine stops past where I’d normally get off anyway.”

Tammy snickers.

“Sexy daydreams?” Molly asks eagerly.

“… some,” you admit, and Molly giggles. “The driver was pretty, but I didn’t really talk to her.” You explain your decision to just take a taxi back here, and Tammy nods.

“And… what happened after you got home?” she continues. “Between you and Molly, I mean.”

“Oh. Uh… nothing, really.”

Tammy blinks, clearly taken aback. “Nothing?!”

“We talked,” Molly says. “And we hugged. And he said…”

“I said that whatever happened, I wanted you to be here for it,” you say.

Tammy’s jaw drops, exactly the way Molly’s did earlier, and she blushes. You hear several long buzzes from the Multiplier.

“Wow,” she whispers, and you finish your piece of pie.

Molly finishes her pie, then Tammy does too, and the three of you look at each other for a moment. You hear more buzzes from the Multiplier.

“We could go sit down on the couch together?” you start to say, but then Tammy’s phone starts playing a fragment of Aram Khachaturian’s Sabre Dance.

She slumps. “If they’re calling me at home, it’s important,” she says, and so she goes to answer it.

“This had better be important,” Tammy tells her caller. “I was having a – what? Literally? But… okay, yes, but why do you need me for that? … Okay, yeah, but… really? Shit. You don’t need me to come back in for this, do you? Okay, thank god. Okay, uh… put her on, I guess, I’ll talk to her.”

She glances at you. “I’ll be a few minutes,” she says and sighs, then heads into her bedroom and closes the door.

“I’ll be a few minutes too,” Molly says, and goes into the bathroom, so you sit down on the couch and pull out your phone and check the Multiplier.