Lets see what she wants first.

Morning comes, and with it a sense of existential dread, followed by a mild, burning sensation down under.

What would I do without you, Ashley.

You apply a generous amount of pomade, dress yourself with the least dirty clothes in your room and glance in the mirror: two dark, sunken eyes reflect your gaze. The light stubble on your chin is starting to get coarse to the touch, but you really don't care.

The disheveled look suits you more than you thought, and all it took to rock it was the absolute clusterfuck that the past three days have been.

I really don't have the mental energy to face Sarah right now...

You grab your stuff, gulp down a soothing pill and climb over the broken window, landing on the other side with a grace akin to that of a koala under way too many shrooms.

Esmeralda, who is waiting as usual by the entrance, turns towards you and smiles;

"Hey there, handsome. What's wrong with using the door?"

"Hi! Nothing, just... I'm having trouble with my sister, no biggie."

She grabs you by the waist and stamps you a kiss.

"I see... Nice look by the way, very grudgy."

Gods above, I must smell like a dog right now...

"Mind if we grab a bite on the way to class? I'm starving."

"Yeah, sure thing." As you both walk towards the cafeteria she slides a hand on your ass and squeezes gently; " Here I was, worried I might have gone too hard, and you jump out a window first thing in the morning? You sure took it like a champ, cutie... guys I slept with usually shambled around for days after I popped their cherry."

Great, so next time she won't hold back... Off to good start already.

You use the last few dollars in your pocket to buy two donuts and coffee, and share them sitting in your spot under the trees behind the stand.

"Esme, listen, I..." You start, sipping your coffee. "I might need your help with something." She perks up, still chewing a mouthful of donut.

"Mhm... Shoot."

"So, my sister, my step sister is... well..."

"Is she jealous of us?"

You **** on your coffee, coughing to make it go down.

"She... yes. Sort of... the thing is, she is like you."

"Drop dead gorgeous?" She offers, smirking and licking donut crumbs from her lips.

"She's... She has a cock now."

Esmeralda raises an eyebrow.

"Now? Has in, she didn't have one the last time you saw her naked?"

"Uhm... Yes, that. The thing is, she can't keep it in her pants, not since she told me about it, two days ago." You look at her, dead serious, as she bursts into a stifled laugh, catching herself after seeing your worried face.

"Sor... Ah ah ah ah! Sorry hon, but it's just too funny!"

"Come on, This is serious! I can't stay in the same room for more than five minutes without her jumping on me for fuck's sake!"

Esmeralda doesn't even try to hold back at this point, holding her stomach and almost rolling over in a fit of laughter.

"You know what, fine. I'll handle it myself..." You spit the words, walking away.

"No, wait! I'm sorry Liam, didn't mean it like that." She catches your wrist, still giggling.

"You've seen Mei, she barely holds it together when a cute guy is around. And she had her cock for years. Looks to me your little sis is going through second puberty..." She clears hee throat, still clutching your hand, walking beside you.

"But why? How is it even possible!?"

"Who knows, lots of girls around here just... wake up with a little extra. Thing is, she needs someone to unload all that new dick energy on... jacking off just doesn't cut it when you're that horny, believe me."

"So... you're telling me I should, what? Bend over whenever she's horny?" You ask, exhasperated.

"Just be patient, she should get her shit together in a month or so."

"A month!? Holy shit..."

"You should have seen ME doring puberty... I could barely go one hour without needing to cum. By the way...Is she bigger than me?"

"How is that important right now?"

"It isn't. I'm just curious about who's fucking your sweet ass beside me."

Of course...

Because at the end of the day, you still think of me as "yours"...

"N-no, she's not..."

"Then you should have no problem handling her, so no worries!"

Easy for you to say...

You enter the class and go straight to the black sheep spot.

Janice shows up just before the lesson starts, taking her place beside Esmeralda while shooting you a malicious grin.

"Hey Esme, twink..."

Right... Almost forgot about that bitch...

Almost.

" 'Sup Jan..." Esmeralda says, absent minded.

As the professor hastily enters the room and starts the lecture, Janice tosses her boots under the chair and leans back, resting her feet on the desk.

"Look at that slimy perv... still got an half chub..." She muses.

You follow her stare to the balding professor droning on the other side of the room, purposefully avoiding to meet her gaze.

Of course, she fucks the teachers... silly me.

"Pig's got a prick smaller than yours, twink. Hard to believe, I know."

"My name's Liam." You reply, visibly annoyed.

She doesn't seem to care enough to continue that discussion, sliding a hand between Esme's thighs.

"Did you fuck the sense of humor out of this one already?"

"Stop it Jani, we're official, now. No need to haze him anymore." She says, dismissing her hand.

"Whatever..." She slides one foot towards you, wiggling her toes; green and white nail polish reflecting the neon lights above.

You do your best to not give her any more attention.

After the lesson has dragged on to it's end Janice yawns, stretching on her seat.

"Fuck i'm sooo bored already..."

"Mind if I borrow your plaything for a bit, Esme?"

"Hey Liam" she pronounces your name with exaggerated enphasis; "think you can last more than one minute this time? Have you brought a spare pair of undies?" She taunts.

You look briefly at Esmeralda, who simply shrugs, seemingly unconcerned by her request, turning her attention to the cracked screen of her phone.

"You two have fun... I'll catch you up later at our spot, sweetie." She walks away, phone still in hand, texting.

Janice smirks as she taps on your shoulder from behind.

Fuuuck.

" Come on..."

Janice yanks your wrist, dragging you all the way to a nondescript storage room,poorly lit, full of dusty boxes and old supplies.

"Looks like we're finally alone, bitch."

"What do you want from me, skank?"

Janice looks almost amused by your reply, raising an eyebrow and cocking her head sideways.

"Look at you, all defiant and shit... Did you forget I have you by the balls, twink?" She puncuates her statement by clutching your junk in a tight grip.

You wince, but manage to hide the shiver of pain running up your spine.

"Let me guess, now is the time where I buckle to my -ngh- knees and kiss your feet or whatever, right?"

"Ah ah ah ah... You wish."

She undoes her plaid miniskirt and tosses it away, flashing you her neatly trimmed pussy.

Phew... For a moment I tought she too had a dick...

Whatever she wants, I just need to grit my teeth and endure...

"You don't get it, do you?"

She takes off her fishnet tanktop along with the acid green sleeveless shirt underneat, playing with the piercings on her small, pink nippled perky tits.

Just tell me what the fuck you want from me and let's get this over with...